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Monthly △- First issue ~ Special Edition! Haunted House and Rumors of Aliens - Part 2

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Hypmic ARB in-game event story (Gentaro, Doppo, Jyushi)

Recording Link: https://youtu.be/Xxy5ucataVo?si=BXXuVKmkRIrBLvTV (in case you wanna read along with the in-game voice lines and sound effects :D)

Warning: mentions of suicide

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Chapter 1

[At a café]

Gentaro: Let’s go ghost spotting together! Jyushi: Eh… What's that supposed to mean…

Gentaro: Oya, thee knoweth not of the meaning of ghost spotting? The mysteries that science is not able to explain- Jyushi: No no no! It’s not that! I meant why would I have to go ghost spotting?

Gentaro: You’re of the Nagoya division, are you not?

Jyushi: Y-yeah, why…?

Gentaro: Were it for work, were it for play, you came all the way to Shibuya after all.

Jyushi: Huh… well…

Gentaro: You could be my “travel companion”, or so they call it.

Jyushi: Travel companion, no way! Please just go by yourself!

Gentaro: Honestly speaking, I asked thee to come with since going by my lonesome sounds pretty scary, doesn’t it?

Jyushi: I don’t know, man! I’m scared too!

Gentaro: The words of my “travel companion” would suggest he’s fairly compassionate. Would you not show me some of that compassion?

Jyushi: I-I… I’m sorry to say this but I’m not gonna follow anyone I don’t know… *goes to the cashier* Check please!

Store clerk: Yes. … 980 yen please.

Jyushi: Right away… (Umm… my wallet… did I drop it or something… ?????) A-ahaha…

Store clerk: ?

Jyushi: (N-no good… At this rate I’ll get roped into dining and dashing…

Gentaro: Perhaps I shall help this young gentleman pay his bill. Here…

Store clerk: Yes, thank you very much.

Jyushi: U-um… thank you so much…

Gentaro: It just looked like the right thing to do here… You know what they call it, right? Compassion was it?

Jyushi: You’re a nice guy, aren’t you…

Gentaro: So, now that you say that, it’s your turn to return the compassion is it not?

Jyushi: You’re totally not a nice guy, dude…

[At the park, at night]

Doppo: *sighs* (Today’s client was so awful…)

[Flashback]

Business partner: Working in sales is not at all suitable for you. First of all, you know that a salesman is supposed to smile, don’t you? What’s with that dead flounder looking face on you? Are you making fun of me?

[End of Flashback]

Doppo: (...a dead flounder is not that bad… but what the hell did he mean “my breath smells like giant anteater shit”?! Has he been going around sniffing giant anteater shit or what?! That goddamn lying bastard!!) *sighs* … (Well, whatever… For times like this I’ll just have a drink…) *opens beer can and drinks* Ahhh…! It was about time!! This is the best! If it weren’t for having a drink every now and again, I don’t think I could put up with this work… (Wait, living only for canned beer is totally pathetic… Yeah, that’s right, it only feels good because I’m so pathetic, doesn’t it…ahh… I…I…I…) AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!! Fuck these staaaaaaaaaaaars!! Venus, Jupiter, Saturn, if you’re so great then get me the hell out of hereeeeeeeeee!!!

???: That wish, I heard it.

Doppo: Huh…?

[A UFO shows up and an alien comes down from it]

Doppo: AHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII!!

Jupiterian Terusepo: I am what you fools would call, a Jupiterian. Individual name is “Terusepo”. I am going to take you to Jupiter for human experimentation.

Doppo: H-HEEEEEEEEEEEEELP MEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!! *runs away*

Jupiterian Terusepo: You won’t escape me that easily.

Chapter 2

Gentaro: Hmm…Yoyogi Park sure is rather eerie at night…

Jyushi: Uhh… It’s so dark and scary… What kind of spirits come out here…?

Gentaro: …Long ago, a dull salaryman who committed suicide in this park was seen running night after night on this road… Even though he’d taken his own life, to this day his spirit is still running to his office at full speed so as not to be late for work…

Jyushi: S-so creepy…

Gentaro: Well, I was only kidding…

Jyushi: Uhii! I h-heard running…

Gentaro: …

Doppo: *runs to them* AHYAHYAHYAHYA!! YOU OVER THERE HELP MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!! Jyushi and Gentaro: AAAGHHHHHHHHH!! UWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!! *run away*

Doppo: W-why are you running awaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay!!!!!

Jyushi: Don’t come here, sir!! Please just go to heaven!! Gentaro: Namo Amitabha Buddha…

Doppo: W-wait up please!!

Jyushi and Gentaro: !!! Doppo: *pants*

Gentaro: You are Kannonzaka-san…

Jyushi: Eh… for real…!

Gentaro: Why were you in such a hurry?

Doppo: It’s bad! I mean it!! There’s a Jupiterian named Terusepo who wants to experiment on us as if it’s cattle mutilation!!

Jyushi: I don’t get that at all…

???: Found you!!

Gentaro: Eh?

Jyushi: W-what’s that?

Jupiterian Terusepo: Hoo, it seems the number of text subjects has increased. I shall take them all with me then.

Doppo, Jyushi and Gentaro: AHYAHYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!! GYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!! UGYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!

Gentaro: What in the world is that!!??

Doppo: I-I-I-I d-don’t understand it at all myseeeeeeelf!!!

Jyushi: I only came here to eat a parfait, what the hell did I get myself intooooo!!!??? At times like these I gotta call Kuko-san! *calls Kuko*

[At Jakurai’s house]

Rei: Heh, this is quite a nice house isn’t it, just as you’d expect a doc’s place would be.

Kuko: Pardon the intrusion. … ah-, I’m so hungry…

Jakurai: I’ll prepare dinner at once, please make yourselves at home in the meantime.

Rei: Yoo, what was that about your dad?

Kuko: I more or less told him about that house… though I don’t know if he’ll make it in time.

Rei: I guess we shouldn’t take it lightly, huh… That spirit looked pretty strong, didn’t it?

Kuko: …sure did. After all, it was probably one of the strongest vengeful spirits I’ve ever met.

Rei: Even so, it looks like my devices didn’t pass at all, that makes me sad, man…

Kuko: If that kind of toy worked then we wouldn’t have such a hard time with this, would we?

Rei: Hey now, don’t be so hard on me…

[Phone is ringing]

Kuko: Mm…? *answers the phone* What is it, Jyushi? I’m busy now-

Jyushi: I’m in trouble, dude! Like for real!! There’s a Jupiterian named Terusepo who wants to experiment on us as if it’s cattle mutilation!!

Kuko: Aah? I don’t get what you’re saying at all, dude…

Jyushi: Either way it’s really bad! You gotta help us Kuko-san!!

Kuko: Even so, I’m in Shinjuku right now.

Jyushi: Eh!? I’m in Shibuya right now! Help me, dude!

Kuko: I don’t understand it at all, but my help is needed here too you know. For the time being, just come to the address that I give you!

Rei: What is it?

Kuko: Um, looks like something else came up. Another weird thing was encountered over in Shibuya. I called them over here.

Rei: Hehe, weird thing like an alien attack, hm?

Kuko: I don’t get that part, dude.

Chapter 3

[Out in the city, at night]

Doppo: *pants*

Gentaro: *pants*

Jyushi: *gasps* We’re still being chased!!

Jupiterian Terusepo: You can’t escape!

Doppo: Ahyahyahya!! T-this is bad! At this rate I’ll just end up turning into space debris!!!

Gentaro: …! It’s a taxi! Let’s get in to escape!

Jyushi: Y-yeah!

Doppo: H-hey m-mister! Open the door!!!

[Inside the taxi]

Driver: Where to, sir?

Gentaro: *pants* For now just get us out of here, please!

Driver: Eh?

Jyushi: Uwaaaa! It’s getting closer! To Shinjuku! Please take us to Shinjuku, sir!!

Driver: G-got it…!

[Outside the taxi]

Jupiterian Terusepo: A Jupiterian never lets their prey escape. I will absolutely catch them! *teleports*

[Inside the taxi]

Doppo: *sighs* W-we somehow managed to escape…

Gentaro: …what in the world was that monster?

Jyushi: E-earlier you said something about it being Jupiterian…

Doppo: I d-don’t understand it myself… It’s just what the creature said: that it’s a Jupiterian named Terusepo…

Gentaro: Normally I would say you are making fun of me, though if that were true I would not have seen it with my own two eyes…

Jyushi: S-so aliens really exist… that’s scary…

Gentaro: Hmm… Whether aliens are part of the occult or not is surely something that is up for debate, is it not…

Doppo: If it’s an alien we’re talking about, then it will surely use some science fiction device to spot our location…

Jyushi: *gasps* I don’t wanna have to meet a creature that scary a second time…

Gentaro: Now that you put it that way, Aimono-san, why did you want to head to Shinjuku?

Jyushi: Because Kuko-san told me he’s currently in Shinjuku…

Doppo: Kuko…? …oh, Nagoya’s Harai Kuko, right?

Gentaro: The more the merrier. For now it would be best to join forces, yes. [In front of Jakurai’s house]

Doppo: Eh…? This is Sensei’s house… Why are we here…

Jyushi: I don’t really get it… This is where Kuko-san is…

Doppo: I had no idea Sensei was on such good terms with Harai-san that he’d have him over at his house…

Gentaro: …First thing’s first, let’s go inside.

Jyushi: R-right…

[They ring the doorbell]

Jakurai: Yes?

Doppo: Oh, Sensei… Good evening… It’s Kannonzaka…

Jakurai: I’ll hear you out. Come in.

Doppo: Thank you very much.

Chapter 4

Gentaro: Pardon the intrusion…

Jyushi: Pardon… Doppo: Pardon the intrusion… and I’m really sorry to bother you so suddenly… Sensei…

Jakurai: Don’t worry about it, I don’t mind.

Kuko: Hey, Jyushi, what’s got you so freaked out, dude?

Jyushi: W-well… We got attacked by a Jupiterian…

Kuko: Ah? Jupite-what?

Jyushi: I don’t understand it well myself, but that monster is currently chasing us…

Rei: Heh…? What’s with this Jupiterian you’re talking about?

Jyushi: W-well…. you should probably ask Kannonzaka-san…

Jakurai: … Doppo-kun, what’s this about?

Doppo: W-well… I don’t really know myself… it’s just that I was at the park when suddenly a Jupiterian creature came from the sky…

Rei: Ahaha!! I don’t get that at all, it’s way too funny!

Doppo: It’s not funny at all…

Jyushi: H-hey… Kuko-san, how about you? Why are you here?

Kuko: Huh? Oh… that… I got called in to take care of another monster and then it chased us to here…

Jyushi: Another monster…

Gentaro: Oh? Another monster, what in the world could that be about?

Rei: Truth is… well…

[Timeskip, while Rei explains]

Doppo: Huh? A house that no one who enters makes it out alive…?

Jyushi: Uhii…

Gentaro: …normally I would not believe that, however we are in a similar situation, are we not… Is it really true? That Sayako phantom really possessed Jinguji-san over here?

Kuko: Yeah… I was surprised to see it was a vengeful spirit… At this rate, that geezer will surely… be dead soon…

Jakurai: …...

Doppo: T-that… That can’t be true, right?!

Kuko: Naturally, I wish I could do something about it… but right now I am not capable of exorcizing it…

Jyushi: Not even Kuko-san can do it…

[The lights suddenly go out]

Everyone: !!??

Sayako: A, A, A, A, A, A, A, A, A, A, A…

Jyushi and Doppo: UWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!! UGYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!

Rei: Looks like the lady came back for more.

Gentaro: Unbelievable… This kind of thing can’t be real…

Kuko: Tch!! It’s already here…! Sayako: A, A, A, A, A, A, A, A, A, A, A!!!

Jakurai: Ack…!!

Kuko: Begone!!!

Sayako: A, A, A, A, A, A, A, A, A, A, A!!!

Kuko: UOAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!

Jakurai: Harai-kun!!

Rei: Hehe…! Looks like it’s time for little old me to bring out his best!

Sayako: A, A, A, A, A, A, A, A, A, A, A!!!

Rei: Uwo!!!!

Jyushi: *gasps* It’s way too strong, man!!

Gentaro: How are we even supposed to face such a foe…

???: Found you…!! *breaks in* … That sure is a large amount of specimens. If I take all of them in then it will surely turn out to be a glorious experiment.

Everyone: !!??

Kuko: What the fuck is that… ?!

Jyushi: *gasps* It’s here! The Jupiterian!!

Doppo: Ahyahya! It’s gonna abduct uuuuuuuuuuuus!!!

Gentaro: It’s a congestion of the occult…

Sayako: A, A, A, A, A, A, A, A, A, A, A!!!

Jupiterian Terusepo: …There’s so many different life forms here. All of these humans will soon be mine.

Sayako: *walks up to Jakurai*

Jakurai: !?

Jupiterian Terusepo: *teleports between them*

Sayako: A, A, A, A, A, A, A, A, A, A, A?

Jupiterian Terusepo: Don’t get in my way. If you get any closer to my guinea pig I will exterminate you.

Sayako: A, A, A, A, A, A, A, A, A, A, A!!!

Jupiterian Terusepo: Looks like you want to die. There’s no use talking to you, is it… *fights with the ghost*

Jyushi: Awawawa…

Rei: Hehe… A fight between a ghost and an alien isn’t something you get to see everyday. I’d surely make some good moolah if I could show this to other people…

Gentaro: This kind of paranormal sight sure did arouse my appetite for writing…

Doppo: I-is this real life…?

Kuko: That guy might just be our chance…

Jakurai: Chance… What do you mean by that?

Kuko: Monsters will be monsters after all… Them being enemies is a good outcome for us. Even if one of them survives, it should be weakened by then. If that’s the case then maybe we’ll manage to defeat it somehow.

Jyushi: I wonder if it will end well…

Sayako: A, A, A, A, A, A, A, A, A, A, A!!!

Jupiterian Terusepo: GUGYAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!! *vanishes*

Rei: The ghost bitch won, huh…

Sayako: A, A, A, A, A, A, A, A, A, A, A!!!

Kuko: Lady! You’re all weak’n shit so you’re in no position to do that now! BEGONE!!!

Sayako: A, A, A, A, A, A, A, A, A, A, A!!!

Kuko: !! What the fuck! Are we shit out of luck after all?!

Jakurai: Harai-kun, that’s enough… If you keep pushing yourself you’ll be done for…

Doppo: Sensei, you can’t mean…

Jakurai: It’s fine…

Sayako: A, A, A, A, A, A, A, A, A, A, A!!!

Kuko: Tch…!

Sayako: A, A, A, A, A, A, A, A, A, A, A!!!

???: THAT’S ENOUGH!!

Everyone: !!

Kuko’s Dad: BEGONEEEEEEEEE!!!

Sayako: A, A, A, A, A, A, A, A, A, A, A!!! *vanishes*

Rei: No way… Gone in one hit…

Jyushi: Hyeeeh…

Doppo: Amazing…

Jakurai: …

Gentaro: Who in the world is that…?

Kuko’s Dad: Kuko, you still can’t properly carry out an exorcism.

Kuko: Tch…

Jakurai: Thanks for coming in to save us.

Kuko’s Dad: …I’m not too familiar with the situation at hand, but you should do everything in your power to stay away from dangerous places like that one.

Jakurai: I deeply apologize for the inconvenience… From now on I’ll make sure to be more careful…

Kuko’s Dad: Kuko, let’s go home! I’m gonna have to give you an earful, you brat!

Kuko: Tch, as if I’m gonna listen to that crap!

Kuko’s Dad: Language! *hits Kuko* Kuko: Gah!!

Kuko’s Dad: Come on, get moving! *drags him*

Kuko: Let…me…go…!

The other five: …...

Jyushi: B-being a monk sure is tough, man…

[Flash to Kuko sleeping]

Kuko: Zzz…Zzz…Zzz…Zzz…Zzz…Zzz… *turns over* Zzz…Zzz…Zzz…Zzz…Zzz…Zzz…

Kuko’s Dad: That’s bad karma! *hits him*

Kuko: Gueh! The hell are you doin’ you damn old man!!

Kuko’s Dad: How many times do I have to tell you not to sleep in the main hall!? You stupid brat!! *hits him*

Kuko: Gyah!! Guooooooooooooooooooooo!!!!!! What the hell is it?!

Kuko’s Dad: You have a visitor.

Kuko: A visitor?

Kuko’s Dad: Hurry up and go meet him.

Kuko: Tch… What a pain, who could it be…

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marqymoo · 1 year

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I haven't written a story since middle school. I wanted to try to get back into it so I'm practicing a little. If this does well, I'll continue it whenever I have the time. This is like a Y/N x Marquise so this is in your perspective. Let me know how it is and give me some criticism if you see anything.

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( Might need to edit later. )

POV testing

Swipe. Swipe. Swipe. No. No. No. I continued to swipe all of the people who seemed interesting on this Tinder app. I honestly don't want to see all these different people within my area but my friend kept telling me to go out with them with their new partner to have a double date instead of third wheeling. I could care less about doubling dating since they're just stuck up prick, always showing off how much money they got… But my friend loves them and I guess I'll find someone to go on a double date with them. I just have to see who is worth dating. All the guys here are very older creeps or some douche guy flexing his abs. Strange. I think I recognize the pastor from that local church on this app. Doesn't he have a wife and kids? I'm not touching that even a 50 meter pole.

I continued to swipe and swipe while laying in my dark room; listening to the TV trash reality show playing on my TV. I was feeling a bit tired even though I was just doing this for at least 15 minutes. I guess when you're doing something boring you eventually make yourself tired. I yawned and tossed my phone right next to me on my bed and watched the show that was already on and dozed off.

I groggily woke up from my accidental nap. What time is it? I tiredly reached around my body for my phone until I felt a hard, slim brick. I brought it to my face too quickly which made the phone slip out of my hand and hit me directly on my face.

" OUCH! "

I quickly sat up and rubbed my nose. That's like the 4th time I did that….I grabbed my phone and looked at the time. Huh, it's only 1 am. Pretty late but not that late. I slipped out of my bed and put my slippers on to go take a quick piss in my bathroom. The bright light of the fridge immediately blinded me as I opened it to look for anything to eat. Milk, Crackers and my leftover lunch from a week ago. That's depressing. I don't even have milk to make cereal. Is it too late to order Door dash? Yeah, it's too late to order Door dash. It seems pretty embarrassing to get it this late. Maybe I can quickly get something to eat from a late night place. I reached into my pocket and slipped my phone out to do a quick Google search.

' Late night restaurants '

A couple of restaurants popped up. Some were closed even though I literally asked Google for a late night restaurant, not a closing one. There's Waffle House, Wendy's and a couple bars. I thought about going to Waffle House but this bar caught my eye. I've been here before with my friends. They have very good loaded fries. Yeah, something very greasy and fattening sounds very good after a long sweaty nap. Plus, I don't need to get all dressed up. Something tolerable, I don't want to get any attention right now. I washed my face and didn't decide to brush my teeth personally… it smells just fine and I wasn't going to be close to someone's face. I slipped on some normal sweatpants and my old college sweater and grabbed my car keys as I walked out of my apartment.

Luckily, it wasn't that far. Just a 15 minute drive. 15 minute drive to get some greasy, cheap food at a late night bar. Yeah, that's normal. It's certainly "adulting". I pulled up to the small bar with the classic glowing logo on the front. It was flickering due to no repairs after years and years of rain getting into the circuits. Not that many cars here. Good. Only a few cars scattered in the small parking lot. Just people like me. Getting a quick meal or drink. As I walked to the bar, I glanced over at a car that was practically hidden in the far corner on the dark side of the parking lot. I didn't see it at first due to the car being black. I only saw because the moon's glare was shining on the edges of the car. Maybe it's abandoned. No, it's pretty clean. Oh, well. I walked inside the bar and was instinctively smack with the smell of hard booze and greasy foods. I looked around the small wooden tavern. Seeing bits of people at different areas of the pub. Some at the booths, some at the bars, and some were playing pool. Very calm bar. It was always like this unless you have a raging drunk divorce guy coming in and disrupting the peace. It was a one time thing but it leaves an impact on you when the guy breaks down crying in front of you. I decided to sit by the bar with the many different colors and shapes of alcohol and scratched up the wooden frame. I glanced over to my side and saw the menu was left there and grabbed it. So many greasy choices that can easily give you a heart attack or at least a stroke. American food at its finest. The young bartender came up to me after they were done serving another customer. They greeted me with a neutral response which I don't mind since I would give the same greeting if my awkward ass was working here. I ordered some loaded fries with a burger. Hell, I wasn't planning on drinking but I ordered a drink also. Something light. The bartender told me my total and reached into my pocket to grab my wallet and pull out the amount needed. The bartender went to the back to place the order in. Now to play the waiting game. I looked around my surroundings, looking at my fellow drinking peers doing the same thing. Some made eye contact with me but they went along with their business. In this bar, everyone minded their business. Thank god.

I rested my hand on my palm and glanced above my head to look up at the small, old TV. Didn't realize that until I walked in. On the news, it was giving the weekly weather report. This week is having a cold front. Great, I don't mind the cold but I hate being in it. After the weather report, the local news came on about recent disappearances. 2 women and a young male was missing. In the pictures they showed, They seemed to be around their early 20s to late 20s. They look pretty weak in stature too. I've heard about the disappearances happening for a while. It's pretty sad what's happening to these folks. They never find a body nor find any evidence. Not even witnesses. I'm not sure what the police are doing but they're not trying hard enough to find who or whatever is causing these.

I continued to watch the news but I was snapped out of the spell when I felt someone's presence right next to me. A heavy set fellow was right next to me, watching the TV. He was a dark skinned guy with a messy 'fro and goatee but it kinda fit him. Giving him a relaxed look. He wore all black too. Black hoodie with black pants. Must really like black. He was watching the TV above us, he seemed very intrigued by the new report. I guess I was staring too long because I saw his dark brown eyes shift right to me. I perked up at the sudden contact and looked back at the screen.

" It's sad, isn't it? "

I was caught off guard by the guy's smooth, calm voice. I glanced back at him and nodded. I replied back, " Yeah, it's sad and frustrating that they haven't caught the guy doing this at all. It's like they're not even trying. " The guy softly chuckled and looked back at the TV, " You can say that again. " He glanced at me again but he seemed to be taking in my features. I felt my heartbeat quickening a bit as I was getting nervous from being looked at this long. I probably should've freshen up more. The guy finally broke the silence and said " I haven't seen you here before. Are you new? ". I turned to face to reply back, " Oh, no, I've been a bunch of times but I just don't be in here a lot. I'm only here since I'm dead ass starving this late. I wouldn't be able to sleep if I tried. "

The fellow softly smiled, it was oddly charming, " Yeah, I understand. It happens. What's your name? ". I said my name and asked what his name was. " Marquise, nice to meet you this fine late night. " . I don't even remember what happened after that. We started to talk about watching others' lives and joked while I ate. I wasn't really a social person but talking to him made me feel so relaxed. I couldn't stop talking. It just spilled like word vomit. We continued to talk for God knows how long. I reached into my pocket to pull out my phone to check the time.

" Oh, wow, it's 3:30 already. "

" Huh, really? It felt so short talking to you. I guess time really does go by when you're having fun, huh? "

The guy chuckled softly. He has a very nice laugh but strangely… It seemed kinda forced.

" Yeah, It was really fun talking to you, Marquise. I have to head back now. "

" Of course! BUT… Before you run off, let's have a shot together, yeah? "

" A shot? I don't know. I already had so much to drink. "

I only had one drink and was feeling a light buzz but that was all. I just didn't want to accept any drinks from this guy. Just to be cautious. I could see his eyes softened a bit and he reached over to rub my thigh. //

" Aw, come on. One shot wouldn't hurt ~. "

I hesitantly gulped when I felt his hand rub my thigh. Is he coming onto me? We just met, he couldn't. Well, this is a bar. Things happen. I wanted to say "No" but I awkwardly agreed to having the shot. His eyes brightened up and smiled. He had very sharp Canines, I've never seen Canines so sharp before. I sheeply smiled back, and said " Just let me throw my trash away, alright? ". I grabbed all my trash from eating and got up to go to the trash can to throw away. When I came back, Marquise had two shots in hand already. That was quick. I sat back down right next to him and he handed me the shot. He had his shot in hand and downed it like it was nothing. I hesitantly downed the bubbling toxication and gulped it. The liquid burned my throat as it went down. I coughed and wheezed. Marquise reached over to pat my back, " You got it, sweetheart. You got it.". I continued to cough and wheeze, giving him a thumbs up to show that I'm fine. My face was practically red from all of that. That's why I don't take shots, it's too strong but I'm just a damn people pleaser. Bad trait of mine. As I regained my breathing, I told Marquise goodnight and went out the door. I started to walk to my car, digging into my pocket but I started to feel very woozy. Woah, was the drink that strong? I can't drive like this. I better just wait in the car till I'm better. I stumbled up to my car door and tried to put my car keys into the slot but I kept missing, scratching up my car. I drunkenly squinted my eyes and tried to put the keys in the slot. I finally managed to put the keys into the slot and turned it but a dark hand grabbed my wrist.

" It'd be a bad idea to drive home like this, sweetheart. "

I looked up to the car window to look into my reflection. All I could see was red glowing eyes looking right at me through the reflection. A monster. I tried to pull away but my legs gave out and before I hit the ground my vision went back.

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hessobbingincabo · 2 years

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my thoughts on the Hellfire Gala (2022) outfits, in order of their appearance in the guidebook

scarlet witch - these guidebooks always start with the bangers huh? wanda really has that “space deity” look thanks to that ombre effect, and don’t even get me started on those dashing rings and that detailed headpiece, a certified 10/10

havok - while i don’t dislike this look on alex, last year’s outfit really does outshine this one for me; not necessarily horrible, but some more interesting concepts could’ve been included to elevate the blandness of “back in black” (a wild headpiece or some whirlwind sunglasses maybe?)

spider-man - i can see the 2099 inspirations here and i couldn’t be happier for it; the glowing parts really do it for me, along with those almost sneaker-like accents on his feet and wow i can’t get enough of that spider logo - absolute win

gambit - now this is a remy design done well, and whilst last year’s black 3-piece wasn’t horrendous, it was dull, but to make up for it this year they nailed it with just enough of that gambit flair; that said, it captures his flirtiness and pizzaz perfectly, job well done - especially adore those blue accents, tying the look together flawlessly

black widow - where do i start? all those satin (lace?) sections, especially that veil, really add to that seductive mysterious femme fatale poise that nat has in heaps, the golden accents and the almost scorpion-like braid certainly certify this as an eXcellent ensemble

magik - [edit] so yeah, this outfit grew on me; maybe not as evocative as last year, this year magik’s regalia is self-contained and straight-forward in it’s influences and it definitely ends up on my “good” list at the end of the day

dr. doom - we’re back on track with this glorious doom attire; absolutely screams “royalty” and overall is certainly in my top 5 outfits from the entire gala - absolutely no gripes with any part of this design

wolverine/x-23 - while last year gave us an unimpressive one-piece dress, this year they more than made up for it, regarding every piece of laura’s styling with creativity; this “punk” look unironically has all the spunk i would expect of laura - from the heavy boots to the accent belts and (this time) very well-placed slits with a striking mask solidify this look as an exciting addition to kinney’s wardrobe

synch - contrary to above, synch’s whole “generation x”-inspired get-up really is a step back from his brilliant, simple suit from last year; nothing here stands out, all just blending in with those rainbow accents which just look tacky to me, with the zipper being the most eye-catching piece of the whole design, which puts it at a solid 3/10 (yes i know it’s his regular costume but a lot more could’ve been done as he is a full-fledged x-man now!)

iceman - now we’re talking! bobby absolutely kills it this year with a coherent ice suit, which really contrasts last year’s messy dress and wings, this time complimenting bobby’s flirtiness; on top of it all, as you know i’m a sucker for the “outfit-being-part-of-character’s-physiology” thing, and it works like a charm here

she-hulk - jen looks debonair, with a straightforward 2-piece with the loose trousers flattering her physique fabilously, masterfully contrasting her femininity and strength; not one of my absolute favorites but a worthy addition to jen’s most iconic looks - i also really love the glasses

emma frost - right on par, our queen of the gala is again rocking a white and gold dress with many cutouts, showing everyone who the absolute boss is; some of last year’s outfits actually suited her better in my opinion, but as far as formalwear goes this is yet another strong inclusion in emma’s expansive gown collection

captain america/steve rogers - steve looks undoubtedly sharp with his 40′s inspired 3-piece, in those iconic reds, whites and blues; the pinstripe was a nice idea and the cape fits him finely - a illustrious look for a distinguished man

captain america/sam wilson - sam knew what the assignment was and passed with flying colours (pun intended); nothing bad about this design, but nothing stands out that i can even comment on, but still a good look nonetheless - do like the shield design tho!

captain marvel - continuing the trend with the flag colors, carol’s absolute saving grace is her jacket, which reminds me of wanda with those space elements (which if u think about it makes more sense with carol, than with wanda but oh well), but i feel like more could’ve been done to make her stand out a with some accessories or a design on her suit; still charming tho

cyclops - catwalk-ready and dressed to impress, this is yet another strike for scott; his gala looks always bring something fresh to his suit collection, with this year’s really swerving for that pirate look with the loose shirt and overlapping garments, possibly refrencing a certain space pirate...? my only minor complaint is that i would’ve liked to see some more colors, but maybe next year

jean grey - the mutants’ garbs are some of the strongest in the gala (as it should be), with jean taking the lead with her 3 confirmed looks, which absolutely cement the “marvel girl” pastiche vibes; even if they’re not perfect, each of jean’s get-ups has something to enjoy and while i’d like to see some 90′s or phoenix-inspired dresses, this year jean may be crowned “best-dressed” but we’ll have to wait and see (ps. i adored last year’s costume a lot, so it’ll be hard for me to say these are jean’s best gala looks but don’t quote me on that yet :)

forge - forge actually didn’t recieve a gala outfit last year and they are slightly making up for it this year with a surprisingly solid entrance; while i have to admit that i find forge as a character boring, but his suit - simple as it is, works like a charm and i can say that it is a certified top 10

iron man - tony.. who hurt you, my friend? i know for a fact that he dresses to impress, so what happened here? a fancy armor with a bowtie or a longer coat would’ve done miracles to elevate this design, but alas, we are left with crumbs... do better next year

rogue - wow... just wow. i didn’t think rogue could have a bad gala look, and well... i still think that! rogue looks absolutely breathtaking, as always and at this point i’m convinced they can’t physically can’t put rogue in a bad outfit, she would still rock it! a sure 10/10

namor - okayyy, king of atlantis, finally clothes fit for a king! last year namor showed up in his regular suit, which really bummed me as namor is NOT the guy who would underdress for an event, but now he actually put some effort in; while it is not great, as it’s literally just a fin-textured 2-piece with a trident, it’s a step in the right direction

wolverine - i actually am not sure if this is an official design, as it’s just logan dancing with jean in a regular black tuxedo, but it weirdly works; here’s hoping he actually gets a cool design, but i wouldn’t necessarily hate it if they stuck with the classics with him

+ bonus

(from the textless “first look” preview)

clea - full on dr. strange cosplay going on, but i have to admit - the black perfectly compliments the red cape and her hair is interesting visually, but that’s how far i’d go; it’s a glorified super hero costume and this is a private event - c’mon clea, do better (also it’s a crime that no purple was incorporated in her outfit, a crime i tell you)

bishop - so, i’m conflicted... i don’t hate it, but i don’t love it either; compared to last year this look is a godsend, but i still feel that it doesn’t capture bishop fully, like where are the futuristic elements and the iconic “M” scar?, that said it’s still a solid look and the reds really cement that “red bishop” title he’s going for

mary jane - [BIG SPOILERS AHEAD] so it was revealed that our beloved redhead is being impersonated by none other than moira herself... but she did dress exquisitely, i do have do admit; simple, but elegant

cypher - doug actually received a hellfire look, a win in my book and while it is on the uninspired side it is a step up from his boring tuxedo last year; the chains & neckpiece the are popping tho

morph - very faintly, amongst the crowd we can spot one of my favorite obscure x-men characters, benjamin deeds and he looks chic; to contrast his boyfriend he’s wearing a cyan coat, but that’s all that could be made out and i can’t wait to see him in full

hindsight - next to morph is undoubtedly his boyfriend nate; absolutely rocking that pink, to appear as a complimenting contrast to morph’s cyan; again, bias does play a slight role here, but i do want to see him in his full glory to comment more thoroughly

polaris - i was absolutely right with my predictions, polaris looks stunning and i couldn’t have expected less from the mistress of magnetism herself; a highlight of the gala for sure

sunfire - another physiological outfit, based on sunfire’s flames and obviously it’s a 10 out of 10 from me; they just know how to play around with my favorite outfit trope and i’m happy to see shiro with those black flowing lines really finishing up his explosive look off

kate pryde - i hate to confess but the red queen thing is growing on me slightly, as i don’t really see any flaws with this design; we can see very little but what we do see is very well thought out and placed, so yeah i can’t believe i’m saying this but - a good 8/10 is in order

professor x - ricocheting off of last year’s absolutely atrocious design, this year charles’ outfit was toned down and with that came coherence; again a very big step-up from last year and the biggest surprise for me - maybe another potential favorite in-the-running

shinobi shaw - the best i can say is... eh? it just looks like a rehash from last year(which wasn’t too impresive either, even if i did like it), i wish they stray from other rehashes with the major characters (which has been the case so far); benefit of the doubt, we’ll wait until we see the whole thing

mystique - so i’m not a 100% sure if that’s her, could be some obscure atlantean but due to her proximity to her wife i’d assume that’s raven; i really like this look! it’s fashionable, effortless and even if i did dig her last year “evil queen” feather gown a little more, this one is a worthy successor

destiny - not much is visible, but from what we see, even if it’s not horrible, i wish more was done - playing around with her mask, adding flair to the helmet/head area; recognisability is important but it’s not supposed to halt creativity, and we can see it hasn’t stopped them with other characters

firestar - a surprising addition to this year’s festivities, but i love that angelica is back and even if her “outfit” is just her costume, it’s still cute and the bob really suits her <3

wolfsbane - appearing in a single panel, rahne puts all her cards on the table with a simple black suit & tie combo with gold elements; maybe a bit too simple for my liking, as more “wolf” motifs could’ve been included, but still a solid look for her imo

shaman(?) - a character that is never named, who i’m assuming is shaman, but never confirmed, sitting next to rahne at the gambling table; my boy looks stylish, even if we see just a glimpse... wish he was at least named, so i know who i’m complimenting

feilong - stylish & dapper, feilong’s appearance at the gala certainly doesn’t entail anything good; at least he himself does look dashing in his simple 3-piece, with the green accent just adding a nice contrast to his red skin

mr. fantastic - whilst reed’s design isn’t anything groundbreaking, his simple suit is really charming, with the coat giving me that “scientist” vibe that is right up the man’s alley; another hit in the right direction here

black panther - again, debatable which character is actually sitting next to emma at the poker table but all signs point to the king of wakanda; we see a slight glimpse of him, but we all know t’challa knows how to dress so yet another strong male design at the party is present

shuri - as with her brother, i am unsure if this character is actually shuri but it would make sense, no? anyways, shuri’s cream dress and gold jewelry are very nice, but c’mon the princess of wakanda wearing something so boring is just not it; give me tribal patterns, bold colours, play with hairstyles and headpieces... not a bad look, just a boring one

deadpool - a cameo from the man himself, wade appears to be donning a 1800′s inspired costume, which we see from the back; i can’t really comment on the whole thing as it’s a 1-panel thing but i guess its nice?

greycrow - boring black suit. tie. fitting for a character who i myself find uninteresting as well...

stepford cuckoos - is this a step up or down from last year, i can’t tell you... this year the sisters decided to go for the “greek handmaidens” looks and with barely any accessories, this is one of the worst designs of the gala for me... such a let-down from clones of one of the most fashionable comic characters ever

banshee - yes. just yes. banshee is again, one of the most dapper men at the gala, with him really becoming one of those male fashion staples of the x-men for me; couldn’t praise it enough, even if we barely saw any of it

mr. sinister - why? just why wasn’t he included in the handbook? i absolutely REVERE how sinister went all “royal” this year, definite step-up from his last look (which i also enjoyed); blowing it out of the water, he showed last years’ professor x, magneto & monarch how it’s done - 10/10

gwenpool - magic school girl. absolutely on brand for gwen. just a big thumbs up from me

scout - gabi really took a page out of her sister’s book and showed up, looking hella good! another very solid addition to the hellfire gala line-up, can’t wait to see her explore her style more

psylocke - [edit] thank god for david nakayama, as we can finally behold kwannon in her absolutely breathtaking psychic knives dress, which shoots her straight to top 5 looks from the gala

as far as designs go, these are all that are revealed to us so far, but i can’t wait to see some of last year’s mutants & some new designs for our beloved regular heroes recieve looks to update it with some new thoughts!

#hellfire gala #hellfire gala 2022 #hellfire #hellfire club #current favorites:#scarlet witch #spider-man #gambit #black widow #doctor doom #x-23 #iceman #emma frost #cyclops #jean grey #rogue #polaris #magik

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Xmen Unlimited Infinity Comics #62-#67 “A World Without X” (aka Age of Apocalypse island of stupid edition)

heyhey, look who found a way to finally read this! so when this was announced, i was intrigued; AoA is my favorite Xmen story/setting, and to be fair the House of Stupid 90s edition wasn’t *that* terrible and it was fun to see how they could creatively mimic the island of stupid using only the 90s animated stock. so can the same be said for AoA?

this is long because i’m covering the whole story, so lets save some dash space with a cut huh

#62

so...Chuckie boy is annoyed that he’s over worked...or that no one cares about him/are too busy to care about him...idk, i have no sympathy for him to start with so i probably am missing the point. Logan tells him to suck it up while beating him up in a sparring match, so that’s nice. then him and Rachel are on the Astral Plane building something?? (why is the Astral PLANE now a physical dimension??) and Nightmare shows up to throw Chuck into AoA.

so ok, this isn’t “what if Xavier had been killed off and Apocalypse rose to power” but “What a Wonderful Life”. i guess that can work, plus this is a short format so yeah that’s fine.

#63

Sinister just had Xavier clones...mk, and is surprised that this one’s awake because that’s the body Nightmare shoved Chuck into. ok, cool, that works. this Sinister is the more jokey one of the island though and not the AoA one, but alright... Chuck tries to call for Logan but...

uh yeah...Laura wasn’t in AoA. “but KP she didn’t exist when AoA came out so of course blahblahblah” haha i know that, but in the 2000s after she was created, there was an X-23 counterpart introduced in the anniversary stories, and she was not Laura. again, again, semantics i know, but like i said i like AoA. and again, this is the island of stupid doing AoA so they’ll use what pieces they have. plus...

i like how she looks very much like Kyle here

Havok shows up...i could’ve sworn Cannonball was on Gen-Next but maybe i’m misremembering (that was my least favorite part of the story after all)

yay Kyle!

even more yay at this panel!! Kyle, Laura, AND Victor! this was made for me ^^

hurray! it’s the correct AoA and not the terrible Battleworld one! this has just gotten SUPER good ^^

#64

i was going to make a joke about him eyeballing due to you not wearing a shirt, but then the rest of this dialog just slammed me in the feels. it’s official, i love this. also adorable to watch Kyle and Laura go play in the yard.

ok, so our X-team here is Rogue, iceman, and Sunspot as usual, so that’s good. Cypher and Proteus i can give them, because they’re island folks. idk who Tempus is, i thought that was Moira but...

Moira is Magneto???

so the explanation is a little weird but it works well enough i guess; plus it gives the baby Charles vibe without having it be Magneto and Rogue’s kid. anyways, Tempus is part of the Five i guess? and i just now realize that Chuck is Bishop in this, the guy that knows the timeline is wrong and how to fix it. the good guys are then like “cool lets do the island of stupid here to fix everything” however...

Sinister says the same to Apocalypse with the added caveat of “hey let’s make a clone army to invade the multiverse”.

so the good guys are going to raid the pens for the missing Five members, the bad guys are planning to capture their members...

you are leaving Victor and Kyle out of this assault??? (Laura is on the Next panel and got cut off whoops). boo on you. you just lost your SUPER status. also where’s Blink???

#65

so fight time. Darkchylde (who i don’t believe was in the original, but island so hey) summons magic zombies of dead Xmen? fight time. Xavier waxing about being a teacher and how his Xmen are so much better because he taught them. blahblahblah

oh Victor and Kyle are here. good. the Pack is sticking together i guess

Moira gets a good line about not focusing on fixing the past or over thinking the future, just living in the now. so that’s a nice contrast to her murderbot normal self. i say they AoAed her well then.

Laura and Kyle take on Scott! yay!

lookit Victor being so proud of his pups with very fitting caption boxes across TWO panels! (have i finally found the person at marvel who follows me???)

so Chuck decides to take the fight to Apocalypse...and by fight i mean kaiju fight as they super-grow Krakoa into a big boy.

#66

kaiju smash! lol. has Holocaust been Nemesis for a while? or was that just changed for this? i’m not sure if that feels correct or not...

Chuck melts Sinister’s brain after Sinister beats him up. Apocalypse says he’s too smart for that...so Chuck manifests his wife and...blah. why is Genesis such a huge deal? if it was this easy to defeat Apocalypse all these decades, just gotta talk about his wife, why has he been so hard to stop. i know the answer is “magic of retcons” but still.

Chuck complains how mind wiping is totally a bad thing to do...despite the fact that he does that on the regular...the day is saved? Chuck seems to die (in a cliché La Pieta pose), so...happy ending?

#67

ah boo, there’s more. so Nightmare goes “haha that was round one of torture, lookit how evil and cool i am” and Chuck is all “nuuh looser i’m winning”

ok, i’ll give you that part of his argument, even though Moira seemed to have more lines, Victor kinda had more of the emotion even if it wasn’t the focus.

so blahblahblah, Nightmare trips an alarm and all the Grey-Summers ladies come in to save Chuck. Chuck talks about how the Xmen are an idea and will never die, because hope eternal even if he’s not there, blahblahblah.

so Logan takes him hot tubbing to unwind. ok...didn’t see this turning into a gay porno...

is that a nod to the AoA-esque 90s episode “One Man’s Worth”? because Logan was a main character of that

oh, oh great, he’s gonna try to invade other realities and convert them to his hivemind of terribleness. that, that’s just brilliant -.-

so we jump back to the AoA, which i guess is real and not just a vision created by Nightmare, cause their gang sets up an island seed? and is all “welp let’s wait for the real world to find us”. and Victor still refuses to wear a shirt XD

SO how did this stack up overall? you know, actually pretty good. it’s a super short read, and it’s own little pocket world, so it doesn’t affect anything in the grand scheme. it’s the stock Wonderful Life plot, and if it wasn’t done to rise up a character who’s so terrible, it’d’ve hit all the correct notes i’m sure. but it hit enough of the good ones. and it did a good job mimicking it’s inspiration using different pieces. if this story makes it to print like some of the other Xmen Unlimited ones have, i’d be willing to grab it. the art was good (turns out it was the same art team as the House of Stupid 90s edition, which i also really enjoyed the art on too), the writing was good. a very nice and quick one and done.

#kp reads comics

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Oh, darling, you followed me first :) I just followed back, that is all.

And of course I am not okay! Who in their right mind would be normal on tumblr? That's the point of this hellhole <3

Well, thai shows... idk, I'm waiting on NLMG and 10 years ticket. Between Us is unfortunately a disappointment for me. And GAP has no plot whatsoever... for now I guess. But I'm mostly watching it for the thirst ngl. And the gorgeous outfits. But plot ?? Never seen her. Wednesday was great imo, so is The Imperfects if you haven't seen it. Oh and The Bastard Son and The Devil Himself was amazing, even tho it got immediately cancelled. Fuck netflix basically. This is why I pirate their shows. Smh. Oh, and I heard from mutuals that Heartbreak High is also very good. So there you go - some recommendations.

But anyway, glad you're doing good, that's what I wanna hear <3

☀ (sun emoji is shit on windows :( and tumblr keeps changing to bulleted instead of a fucking dash )

so we’re moots then, okay, okay. cool👀

i laughed. honestly, can’t even deny that one because lmao. we’re just a bunch of weirdos in here and gotta love us for it, huh.

i don’t follow that many thai shows so don’t worry about that. i just jump wherever the brain jumps to honestly. so, what’s NLMG? i’m also waiting for 10 years ticket and i’m pretty sure some others too but my brain is like a foggy forest, sometimes things are visible but most of the time they’re not lmao. i did start between us but idk what happened there but i lost interest and rn i’m watching it mostly through mor @liyazaki sets who so kindly tags me and i live for it. i also gif watch through mor sets for the gap one, i just am not feeling the fluff. i need characters who are evil and spill blood rn so anything far from that isn’t in my sight. i definitely enjoyed wednesday too!!! not gonna lie though, i wished we saw something more gore and evil? i’m in my reputation era, anything too cute and romantic or just generally good, i’m out lmao. i haven’t heard of the imperfects BUT i did see an edit of the bastard son and the devil himself and thought of starting that RIGHT AFTER seeing it’s been cancelled, so disappointed but not surprised. heartbreak high? i don’t think i heard of that either but i’ll try looking it up!

how are you though? are you doing okay?

so thank you for all this!!! btw, i did start alchemy of souls (like two hours before i answered this so i’m enjoying that if you haven’t seen it!), and i am trying to rewatch the untamed cause i want pain apparently but other than that i ditched all my shows, my mdl must be yelling with the amount of things i haven’t finished lmao.

#you’re fighting the internet with that emoji i see lmaoo #why the sun emoji though? any particular reason?#☀️ nony #nonys #gei’s nonsense answers

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When I was in High School, my crush and I got into a fight and neither of us were talking to each other. One day I was headed up the stairwell to get to my science class, when I saw them coming up from behind... I don't think they had even noticed me yet considering that they were busy talking to their friend BUT I am slow going up stairs so even if I rushed up the stairs roadrunner style they would have caught up to me, well; the little corner that connects the steps going up to the second floor and the steps heading down to the ground floor had a large open window... and I jumped out, like I literally just jumped out. I didn't even think it through, I just saw the window and my body was like "Yep, IK what to do." I landed on a bush or tree? It's too big to call a bush but too small to call a tree, landed in a squat before my feet gave out and I fall onto my knees and got two large grass stains on my jeans knee part, couldn't walk right either after that landing, I was shaky all day lol but it was a risk well calculated bc the whole thing would have been so awkward. I mean we used to be like BFFS before the rumors began and then they started and we just stopped talking without warning, we couldn't even look at each other. Our science partners, bc we were in groups of four, literally got fed up of our bullshit bc we literally refused to acknowledge the others existence... anyway, I digress...

Anyway, this whole story is a long winded way of me requesting how the brothers would react to an MC that literally just jumps out windows to avoid awkward moments, or to dodge people that want to ask them for favors, or when they straight up want to avoid someone?

And sorry about the large ass message, but thanks for letting me vent

You have a special place in my heart, window-jumping anon. Just uhhhhhhh look down next time okay? Ily

The Demon Brothers react to GN!MC jumping out of a window to avoid an awkward moment

(Mario jumping sound effect)

Lucifer

He approached you after class to ask exactly what you were snickering at your D.D.D. about during class.

Must've been real funny if you weren't listening to your lecture, huh?

"I imagine you've somehow found something worthy of laughing about in Demonology 101?"

You do not have the guts to tell him that you and Mammon were texting back and forth, abusing a new photo editing app to alter pictures of the eldest himself.

I mean, take a wild guess about how he’d react to seeing how big you edited his head to be-

The avatar of pride lets his eyes pierce into you, like he's trying to stare a hole through your blanket of "uh"s and "um"s,

You don't exactly see a way out of this one, but you can NOT let Lucifer see your photo gallery.

So you glance to your left to the open classroom window, and do the only thing you can think of: you jump.

Luckily you're on the ground floor so you??? really didn't have to jump so dramatically. But the fact that you yeeted yourself into a bush JUST to escape has left Lucifer speechless.

Honestly? He so impressed with your dedication that he's not gonna stop you. Besides, he's gonna see you back at home anyway so-

Also thinks you might be hanging around Mammon too much because that 100% seems like a stunt he’d pull.

Mammon

GIVE GOLDIE BACK RIGHT NOW

He KNOWS Lucifer told you to bring the credit card to him, and he demands to know where it's hidden! He's positive you know where it is!

But you don't really though?? You just brought the card to him like you were asked. If anything, you're the victim here!

But Mammon isn't having that. The avatar of greed is circling around you like an angry cat, patting you all over like airport security to see if you've got his beloved card.

"Where is it, huh?! Ya really think you can steal from THE Mammon?! Even if Lucifer told ya to, who do ya think you are?!"

When he has confirmed that you don't in fact have his previous Goldie, he's now cornering you up against a wall.

If looks could kill, you would've exploded into a fine powder

And you feel like your mental strength is about to do just that. So what do you do after you notices the slightest of breezes caress your face?

You jump outta that open window, before Mammon can even finish his "Wh- Oi! What're ya-"

Even though you just face planted into the garden, you're up on your feet and making a mad dash for somewhere that wasn't here.

Mammon lets you run for ten while seconds before he's hopping out after you. You think you can outfox the Great Mammon?! Think again!!!

Levi

You... weren't interested in this movie in the slightest, but you didn't have the heart to tell Levi that. Especially not after he’d begged/harassed you for the past week about watching it with him!

Reluctantly you agreed, and now you were suffering,,,But Levi was ecstatic! This movie was a classic! Sure it was an old one and the acting was a little bad, but you could overlook that if you watched it with your heart, not your eyes!

According to Levi.

You managed to keep your eyes open for the grueling one and a half hour movie, enduring every corny line of bad acting, horrible CGI, and lame sound effects straight out of a 90s super hero movie, and now the hell was finally over...

Or so you though, until Levi followed that up by immediately pulling out a cosplay outfit worn by one of the supporting characters in the show.

Funny how it seemed specifically tailored to your measurements. Even funnier how Levi was looking at you with those damned eyes.

You knew what he wanted without him even having to say it. But one look at the gaudy outfit he presented to you made your heart burn with a sudden indescribable urge.... to escape.

Honestly you caught him so off guard by suddenly getting up and sprinting out of the room, that he makes a sound that's pretty much the noise equivalent of "?!?!?!?!?!?"

He watches you run down to the end of the hall, throw the window open, and fuckin JUMP. Pretty sure he just witnessed your death??

Also this kinda solidified his 'gross otaku' mentality, seeing as you literally jumped out of a window to get out of cosplaying with him. A simple no would've sufficed, MC.......,.,,..,,,

Hey gamers... can we get an F in the chat? 😔✌️💦

Satan

Satan lent you a book to read last week that he was sure you'd be interested in! He found it pretty interesting himself, so he wants to see if you'd like it as much as he did.

That being said, you don't have the heart to tell him that you,,, didn't read any of it. Well you kind of did, if the cover counts for anything.

You doubt he would accept that as an answer, considering how you told him how much you appreciated receiving the book, and how you'd definitely read it and let him know how it was.

So now, Satan had come into your room with two cups of tea, ready to settle down and have a nice, long talk about your thoughts on the riveting plot that you promised you would indulge in.

"I'm really glad you decided to read it. I found that the protagonist reminded me a lot like you. I'd like to know what you thought about it."

Satan sets down the tea cups, and one sip tells you that he brewed it exactly the way you like.

His expression is eager and warm as he waits for you to begin gushing about just how deeply the story touched you... how absolutely moved you are by the sheer majesty that was the book he lent you...

Okay yeah, you're sweating bullets. You can't imagine how the sparkly eyed avatar of wrath would react to learning that you chose the company of your D.D.D. over Satan's book.

You don't have such an ice cold hard that you can just crush this book nerds dreams like that! And every time you look at his expectant face, the weight of your crimes weigh heavier on you until... you break.

Satan watches in shock and awe as you almost perfectly reenact the big scene where the main character leaps out of the window of a building rigged to explode, before making their escape. And you did just that.

Wow.. he never thought you could be so moved by a story, but he completely understands...

Asmo

How many outfits, Asmo. HOW MANY OUTFTITS WILL IT TAKE TO APPEASE YOU?

He's made you model TWELVE outfits so far, and you swear if you see another ascot, you're gonna lose your mind.

Asmodeus doesn't seem to notice the way the light slowly fades from your eyes, because he's pulling out outfit number thirteen with that cheery smile of his.

"Isn't this one absolutely adorable? Look, this part will look lovely around your waist! This part here hugs your body in all the right places, and this-"

You can't do it. You've gotta get out of here. You'd love to stand around and get mild rug burn from trying on a billion different clothes, but-

Actually no you wouldn't.

You DID promise Asmo you'd hang out with him today, but this wasn't really your idea of a good time.

"-Oooh, just thinking about it makes me want to eat you up~! Here, put it on for me, will you? I'll give you a kiss as a reward!"

You would do no such thing.

You make a mad dash for his ornate window and push it open. He has no time to stop you as he helplessly watches you vault yourself out like the room was on fire.

"MC?! Wh-where are you going?? Come back here! Grass stains are impossible to get out of that fabric!!!"

Beel

He means well. I swear he does. It's just that Beel can be a little... overbearing when he's worried about you. He cares, okay?

But he hasn't seen you eat anything all day! You tell him it's because you've got a stomach ache from who knows what, and you promise you've had little snacks here and there to keep from starving, but he can't accept that!

Eating is important, and you need it to survive. So Beelzebub was currently trying to nudge your mouth open with a pizza slice, while you vehemently refused. "Just one bite. And then another after that. You have to eat, or you'll go hungry... and I don't want that."

Beel knows the true pain of being hungry, and he’d never wish that on you! So just forget about your stomach ache for two seconds and open up-

Not that you really can. The aroma of that pizza was not sitting well on your stomach, and you were pretty sure you needed a fast escape or you'd risk losing your lunch. Greasy foods didn't exactly mix well with sour stomachs...

Beel still won't let up. He has a strong hand planted firmly on the small of your back, as if trying to prevent you from leaning back any further in your attempt to escape the pizza.

"If you eat this, I'll treat you to dessert at Madam Screams," he says, as if bribing your refusal of food USING food will somehow work out.

You can't break his heart, but you seriously can't eat that! Your head is spinning, thoughts racing, face becoming greasier and greasier from the pizza pressed against it, and-

You snap. In a sudden burst of strength you break free from Beel's grasp, and sprint toward the nearest window. All you see is your chance for freedom, and you're taking it.

You leap out and tumble into the ground, all while Beelzebub wonders what?? Just happened???? Did you really hate pizza that much...?

He never knew you were such a picky eater... To think you'd go so far as to jump out of the window though...

Belphie

You thought it was cute at first, when Belphegor wanted you to join him for his naps. And you didn't mind much. It was the weekend, you were tired, and he makes a pretty good body pillow.

But you didn't realize he planned for this to become an everyday thing. The youngest might not act it, but he sure could be spoiled.

But seriously, if you slept any longer, you might never have a normal sleep schedule again! It never occurred to you just how often Belphie sleeps.

He's definitely not human, because there's no way you can keep up with that, and maintain a normal lifestyle.

But the way he quietly, gently grabs your sleeve to cue your next nap session makes your heart clench. Why was it so damned hard to say no to this gremlin??

You were trying your best though, but the words always seemed to get caught in your throat. Belphie picked apart your excuses, doing everything in his power to take you back to the attic.

"You can study when you wake up." "Mammon wants to go shopping? Reschedule." "Lucifer told you not to be late to the board meeting? Just hide."

You're starting to get sucked into the sleepy lull of his voice, and it feels like your entire body is becoming heavy with fatigue. But no.... you resist!

Since there's no escaping this through words, you have to think fast. Fortunately, your fast thinking has led to an amazing solution!

Jump out of the window, baby

Belphie is just??? Did you fuckin???? Are your legs okay??????????????

He probably stops asking you to nap with him for a while, since you're willing to almost break your legs just to get out of it. You're gonna make him have weird dreams....

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souryogurt64 · 3 years

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Im not into bandom so I’m sorry I’m very out of the loop but somehow your poem(?) thing about Pete Wentz and Ryan Ross crossed my dash and Now I’m very intrigued to know if it’s real and how I can learn more about that because hey wow that’s really something huh

EDIT: HELLO EVERYONE!!!! I have written a 24 page dissertation about this that is much more in depth than this post!! Everyone go read this instead!!!

(post) yeah that was all real! you came to the right place :-) my hobby since i was 14 or so has been researching the deep lore of emo bands. i would like to say that there is a fake fueled by ramen PR version but this is the actual thing

So in the early 2000s American rock band Fall Out Boy is formed and Ryan Ross, who would later become the founding member and primary songwriter of Panic! at the Disco, is a huge fan. Pete Wentz is the bass player, lyricist, and primary business force behind Fall Out Boy. He also has bipolar disorder and a lot of mental health issues, as well as routinely describing himself as “half gay” or “gay above the waist” or "gay above the belt" in interviews.

He also founded the Fueled By Ramen imprint Decaydance with some friends, which is DCD2 nowadays. Decaydance functioned as a hip-hop collective (Pete Wentz is biracial, specifically half black), with the goal of being a cult lifestyle for teens, with acts like Cobra Starship, Gym Class Heroes, The Academy Is…, etc. appearing on each others’ songs and in their videos, and was very successful. "Good Girls Go Bad," "Snakes on a Plane," "Cupid’s Chokehold," "I Write Sins...," "Stereo Hearts," "Nine in the Afternoon," etc all came out of this.

Back to 2002-2003 or so. Ryan was an extremely active member of the LiveJournal forum falloutboylove, posting literally hundreds of comments under the handle i_amclandestine. “Clandestine Industries” was the name of Pete Wentz’s clothing line. All of these comments generally pointed towards an intense fanboy obsession, with Ryan posting about emulating Pete’s style, his creative genius, buying a lot of merch, going to a lot of shows, chatting with Pete on AIM, and even posting that the members of Fall Out Boy were so good looking he’d fuck them. There was a lot of bemoaning shallow teen girls that were getting into the band as Fall Out Boy increasingly distanced themselves from their hardcore roots (specifically grindcore, anarchist, vegan, straightedge, black nationalist bands) and became more mainstream.

Around the age of 17-18, Ryan started a band called Pet Salamander with childhood best friend Spencer Smith, who would later become the drummer of Panic! at the Disco. As Ryan’s comments indicate, he told Pete about this and Pete remembered him. Also to note is that Ryan’s father was an abusive alcoholic. Ryan would stay with friends for weeks at a time to avoid his father. Ryan's father died in 2006. It’s also important to mention that when Brendon Urie came out as pansexual in 2019, he said that he and Ryan frequented gay bars together as teens, supposedly because they were easier to drink underage in.

In 2004, Ryan, now a 19 year old college student, forms Panic! at the Disco with the addition of singer Brendon Urie and bassist Brent Wilson. Ryan begins to intensely promote his band in various livejournals, including falloutboylove. Girls on the forum start thinking its Patrick Stump, singer of Fall Out Boy, due to their oft-cited vocal similarities.

Hours later, Pete posts in falloutboylove asking for the guy behind the band to hit him up. They then have a kind of sexually tense AIM conversation (leaked by their bassist after he was kicked out), with Pete asking how good they look and Ryan responding “dead sexy. No Pete Wentz, but still.” Pete agrees to come see Panic! perform in California and then comes to their hometown of Las Vegas to watch them practice. Enamored, Pete gives them a record deal. He would later say that Ryan Ross was “the most expensive thing he ever bought” in an interview.

Immediately, Panic! at the Disco begin working on their album A Fever You Can’t Sweat Out. This album is based around and directly quotes from the stream of consciousness novel Invisible Monsters by Chuck Palahniuk. Palahniuk is gay, and the book centers around LGBT+ characters including gay men, drag queens, and trans women, and deals with heavy themes like AIDs and sexual abuse. It was initially rejected by publishers for being too disturbing.

Fever, though hated by critics, is immediately very successful. Panic! tour on the album with a highly theatrical production including elaborate costumes and makeup, dancers, and a Vaudeville circus troupe including contortionists and stuff. They also had a huge light up windmill, as the album was also inspired by the musical Moulin Rouge. They are instantly famous, with I Write Sins Not Tragedies peaking at #2 on the top 40.

Ryan and Pete remain extremely good friends, with Pete getting Ryan a Chanel brooch for his birthday, and J-14 magazine alluding to rumors they were dating.

After this, the band work on their next studio album Pretty Odd before beginning to rapidly dissolve into a nasty breakup, which is an entire essay in of itself.

Meanwhile Fall Out Boy have been doing their own thing. In 2006 or so, Pete beings dating and then in 2008 marries (and would later be divorced by) heiress/pop artist/Y2K princess Ashlee Simpson, who was significantly more famous and came from a very religious Southern Baptist upbringing, and starts downplaying his sexuality in interviews. He and Ryan still have sleepovers though, and Pete says to blame Ryan for his rekindled interest in eyeliner (journal entry of Pete's from 2006: "sleepover princes vs. goodnight girls".... robbing lips, kissing banks under the moon. blame Ryan Ross for me wearing eyeliner again.")

In 2009, Panic! at the Disco have their aforementioned breakup, with Ryan and Brendon ending on very bad terms. Around 2010, Ryan began a more indie solo project, The Young Veins, which was not successful. Ryan said he wanted to leave Panic! and do TYV instead in order to get away from the industry side and said "you can't really trust people in this business."

It is generally accepted that after this Ryan had a coke addiction and fell in with not awesome people, like Shane Morris. He promised albums and then claimed to have “lost” them and there were various photos or videos that pointed towards drugs. His music career stagnated for probably around 6 years.

Around 2013, it came out that a girl known as The Panic Stalker was texting Ryan pretending to be Brendon for nine months and hinting at a reunion. This is a whole separate thing. Ryan had kind of a meltdown and posted some photos of him flipping off the camera and what appeared to be blood smears on Instagram.

The intensity of Panic’s fame, how fast it happened, the bad breakup, and how young they were means most of them ended up with substance abuse problems. Spencer Smith would leave Panic! in 2013 due to a pill addiction (though he now works for DCD2 and is doing better). Brent Wilson, who was kicked out of the band in 2005, was arrested in 2021 for drug and firearms charges. Brendon has never “had a problem,” but is a big partier.

After the stalker incident, it looks like his friends sort of stepped in and got him help. Actress Brie Larson is also a good friend of Ryan’s and seems to be a positive influence. Ryan is also now managed by Gabe Saporta of aforementioned Cobra Starship, who has his own management company, and seems to be doing a lot better, even touring again.

#fall out boy #panic at the disco #pete wentz #ryan ross

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shotorozu · 3 years

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your ex is still obsessed with you

characters : togata mirio, kirishima eijirou, todoroki shouto

legend : [Y/N = your name] gender neutral reader, reader has an overpowered quirk

fic type : headcanons that are kinda telling stories [fluff, kinda angsty??]

notes : self indulgent because this person that i used to talk to is still obsessed over me— even though he was the one that said we couldn’t be friends anymore, and he still talks shit about me too 🧍 it’s some serious fan behavior, if anyone does this to you— then don’t give into their bullcrap because they probably want a reaction from you.

edit : november 17, 2020 — i edited the mistakes :)

warning : signs of toxicity in relationships, it’s not severe so don’t worry :)

≿————-　❈　————-≾

togata mirio

you’ve been with this ray of sunshine for a while now

and you guys were just vibing per usual, mirio was probably discussing about your last visit with eri

and suddenly, you run into your ex!

mirio can see your facial expression scrunch up in dissatisfaction

so he could kinda connect a few dots, and conclude that it’s your ex

mirio remembers a while back, recalling that your ex cheated on you— leaving you in a sad state.

he hated seeing you that way

and he kinda has a grudge against him

but, mirio being mirio— he decides to play nice

“oh! are you Y/N’s friend?” your ex asks you, almost as if he didn’t diss you a few months back

“ah no, i’m their boyfriend :)” he says that, pulling you near to him with one strong arm— showing off his signature smile.

you don’t look at your ex in the eyes, not wanting to seem interested in him one bit

the two talk for a bit, and your ex cuts to the chase

“did Y/N bribe you into being with them?”

mirio frowns, “of course not! why?”

“oh well.. i find it hard to believe that the person you’re describing about is the Y/N i know.”

you lowkey want to punch him, however— you guys are in public. you want to be civil

but the little insult under your ex’s breath doesn’t go unmissed

“weren’t you the one that cheated on me a while back?? you make it seem like i was the spawn of the devil or something”

it catches him off guard for sure, not expecting you to be speaking back at him.

“don’t you remember Y/N, i couldn’t like you at all because of.. well— everything, and i’m surprised that you—” and that’s when mirio decides it’s time for you guys to leave

“see you next time! or never.” he says as he dashes away from your ex

you guys are back at his place, and he’s apologizing

“Y/N, i’m sorry. i tolerated that guy, and i didn’t even know he was that bad.”

you shake your head, you seemed unfazed so that’s the good part

“let’s just agree to never see him again.”

he nods happily, pulling you next to him

you guys don’t see him again, you ask mirio about this and he goes “i don’t know what you mean, Y/N :)”

kirishima eijirou

you’re walking back to your dorm after getting some ice cream near the heigh alliance

you both are surprised when you run into your ex which was totally not because he was stalking you or anything

he plays it off as a nice guy, acting like good old best friends

kirishima isn’t a himbo though, he knows exactly who this is

this is the same person that ridiculed you for struggling mentally, before you and kiri got together

kiri thinks that it’s super unmanly of him.

kirishima notices the discomfort in your body language, noticing how you shift behind him

like mirio, kirishima plays it off as nice— not wanting to be totally rude

but unlike mirio, he cuts it short so you guys can relax in your dorm

“oh and by any chance— your relationship isn’t depressing right?”

you blink, and kirishima frowns “i’m happy with Y/N,” he has his arm around your waist— a protective gesture

“oh, alright then. one last thing Y/N”

he tries to grab you with both hands, but kirishima moves quickly

“grow the fuck up Y/N, if you believe that this red bimbo actually loves you— then you’re mistaken. no one will-”

kirishima pulls you away— and runs full speed at your dorm entrance

you guys are in his room now, and you’re trying hard to not tear up

“hey Y/N, i want to apologize for that. i shouldn’t have tolerated him.”

“no eijirou- it’s fine. i can tell that you wanted to leave early.”

you hate how your ex literally left you, only for him to swoop back into your life when you’re in a stable relationship

but, kirishima won’t let you be haunted by toxicity.

he smiles at you, moments before he rushes to his closet to throw his favorite shirt onto you

he makes you forget about your ex, disinfecting your hard feelings and memories with sweet kisses

you don’t see your ex again- why? because, because.

todoroki shouto

prior to you guys getting together, he was pining after you

and he’s really heartbroken when he sees your empty expression— as he ridiculed you for something you couldn’t control

he also found out he was cheating on you, and broke the news to him

because you couldn’t be lied to by some idiot

you guys have been together for a while now, and you’ve forgotten about your ex

you guys were out getting some soba, and your grip tightens ever so slightly

which is weird because, you don’t ever grip on him— ever. just because of your quirk.

he follows where you’re looking at- and he sees your ex

he recognises the stupid bastard

your ex is calling for you now, and you actually move behind him— creating some sort of boundary

“this is your new boyfriend, huh?”

“yes.” shouto says abruptedly

unlike kiri and mirio, he does not waste time moving out of the area

because— why would he let you stay in an area you wouldn’t want to be in?

your ex doesn’t leave you alone for some reason. he grabs your arm, and you can feel your adrenaline increase

shouto glares at him, shoving his hand off of you.

“you’re holding his hand, huh?” your ex speaks, his laughter fake. shouto doesn’t reply, and he steps in front of you

“i’m not sure why someone would want a ticking bomb for a significant other— don’t you hate how they can’t always hug you?”

you can’t always give back hugs, and you can’t squeeze shouto like it was the last day on earth like how you wanted to

but, shouto is content with just— being with you. his Y/N

your ex is word vomiting, and shouto cuts him off

“Y/N does hug me, they gives me more than i need— and being with them makes me happier than i’ve been in the longest time.”

shouto then turns to you, lacing his hands against yours— before walking away

you’re in awe, and your ex is shell shocked

you guys enjoy the soba when you get back, and he makes sure to bathe you

scrubbing you clean of that guy’s touch, while having a nice conversation with him.

he showers you with kisses after you’re done, giving you as many kisses as you wish

his touchstarved self popped out

you don’t see him again, and the next time you encounter him

he’s locked in a barrier of ice :)

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likes and reblogs are appreciated, thank you for reading!

i do not own bnha/mha and it’s characters. boku no hero academia/my hero academia belongs to horikoshi kohei. i only own the writing

don’t steal my work :)

#mirio togata x reader #togata x reader #mirio x reader #bnha x reader #bnha imagines #mha imagines #mha x reader #todoroki shouto x reader #todoroki x reader #todoroki imagines #kirishima eijirou x reader #kirishima x reader #kirishima imagines #mirio imagines #bnha fluff #bnha x y/n

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smells-like-mettaton · 2 years

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Rating: G

Summary: Mettaton attempts Papyrus's Gauntlet of Deadly Terror 2.0.

Word Count: 1308

For @papytonweek day 1. The prompt was "puzzles" :)

XXX

“Take seventeen!” Undyne shouted, chucking the seventeenth clapperboard to the ground. Frisk dodged the splinters as it shattered to pieces, just like the sixteen before it.

Mettaton felt rather like that clapperboard after sixteen attempts at Papyrus’s Gauntlet of Deadly Terror 2.0.

“You’ve g-got this!” Alphys grinned, waving a giant foam finger in the shape of Mettaton’s box form.

“Of course I do!” He tossed his hair, making a show of stretching his metal arms. His body was already oiled to maximum flexibility, but it wouldn’t hurt to pose a little for his fans.

Or for his boyfriend, who waved at him from the opposite end of the deadly obstacle course.

“I’ve just been warming up, darlings!” he said to the camera. “There would be no dramatic tension if I aced this puzzle on the first try.”

Undyne snorted at his bluff. He wished he could edit that out of the video, but they were currently livestreaming. Sans gave him a thumbs-up from behind the camera.

“C’mon, you don’t wanna keep my bro waiting. He’s not a patient guy like I am.” He winked.

“SANS! I HEARD THAT!” Papyrus shouted over the roar of flames, gears, and water. “I WOULD WAIT FOR METTATON FOREVER, IF I HAD TO! BUT! I DO HOPE THAT I DO NOT HAVE TO!! BECAUSE I THINK THAT WOULD MEAN THAT MY PUZZLE WAS UNFAIRLY DIFFICULT, INSTEAD OF JUST FAIRLY DIFFICULT!! NYEH HEH!!”

Mettaton pursed his lips. The puzzle was unfairly difficult, for anyone who was not as acrobatic and physics-defying as his boyfriend. But still. He was Mettaton, past star of the Underground, and current star of Papyrus’s ambassadorial YouTube channel. He couldn’t possibly fail in front of a live television audience.

Before he could tell Frisk to start the timer, they ran up and placed something in his hand.

“What’s this, beautiful…?” His eye widened.

It was a key. A familiar, bent, and distinctly unglamourous key.

“For good luck,” Frisk signed, giving him a knowing smile.

“Huh? What’s that?” Undyne asked. Mettaton hoped that if she couldn’t see it, the camera couldn’t, either.

“Just a lucky charm from my number one fan, darling.” He winked back at her, then glared at Frisk. They just laughed silently.

Oh well. It wasn’t like his luck could get worse… probably.

He dropped the key into his chest compartment.

“Ready?” Frisk asked.

He nodded, shaking his arms to loosen up. This was it. He could feel it in his rivets.

“Three… two… one… go!” Undyne punctuated the countdown with an airhorn.

Mettaton dashed towards the bridge. According to Frisk, this was even more deadly than the original Gauntlet of Deadly Terror, which had been built on a stone ledge only painted to look like a bridge. This very real rope bridge swung over a waterfall, one of the many that flowed off of Mount Ebott. He was lucky that Papyrus’s blue magic could save him if he fell.

(Which he had. Ten out of his sixteen attempts.)

“He’s back on the bridge,” Undyne announced over her megaphone, which Mettaton was sure she didn’t need. “Metta-toaster approaches the Gauntlet’s first obstacle again. You know the drill: he’s gotta run through when there’s a gap in the flames. Pretty basic stuff. Maybe we’ll get lucky and he’ll get fried this time, though.”

Mettaton rolled his eye. The flamethrower hovering in midair choked for the briefest moment, and he dashed as fast as he could across the uneven boards. Child’s play.

“Woo! Go Mettaton!” Alphys cheered. It felt almost patronizing at this point.

The flamethrower was by far the easiest of the puzzles, though. Mettaton had to solve a Junior Jumble in under sixty seconds to open a gate, or a giant steel-toed boot would kick him off of the bridge. The Jumble was on an electronic pad and randomized each time, but by now, the words “PAPYRUS,” “COOL,” “SPAGHETTI,” “SKELETON,” “DEADLY,” “GAUNTLET,” and “DUDE” seemed to leap off of the screen. He circled them and dove out of the boot’s way a second before it would have kicked him into the air.

“YOU’RE DOING FANTASTIC, METTATON!” Papyrus called.

Swinging axes, swords, and maces now separated him from his love. This particular puzzle had put several dents in him already.

“I hope the mace gets him this time.” Undyne laughed.

Mettaton grit his teeth. She could weave through this maze easily, she’d said. The only reason Mettaton was doing this instead of her was because he would bring in more viewers. (And because she hated Junior Jumble.)

“YOU CAN DO IT! DODGING IS JUST LIKE DANCING, AND YOU’RE THE GREATEST DANCER IN THE WORLD!!” Papyrus reassured him.

That might have been an exaggeration, but Mettaton’s soul warmed anyway. Like dancing, hmm? He hadn’t thought of that before.

“JUST FOLLOW MY RHYTHM.” Papyrus swayed to an irregular beat, his cape fluttering in the wind.

No matter which way the blades swung, Mettaton could see him. Now all he had to do was follow.

This would be easier with music, he thought, only to hear a faint, familiar melody over the roar of the waterfall. A swinging, syncopated sequence of beats that made him want to stomp his feet.

“DO YOU LIKE IT? NAPSTABLOOK DONATED THE BACKGROUND MUSIC!” Papyrus beamed. “I HAD PREVIOUSLY TURNED IT OFF TO INCREASE THE DIFFICULTY, BUT IN HINDSIGHT, THAT WAS A MISSED OPPORTUNITY TO SHOWCASE THEIR WONDERFUL COMPOSITIONAL SKILLS!”

Mettaton bit his lip, but still couldn’t help smiling.

“Napstablook is quite the musician, aren’t they?”

“OF COURSE! BUT I THINK YOU CAN ENJOY THEIR MUSIC MUCH BETTER ONCE YOU ARE SAFELY IN MY ARMS, ON THE OTHER SIDE OF MY DEATH GAUNTLET.”

“There’s no place I would rather be, darling.”

Mettaton smirked. He’d danced to Napstablook’s tunes since before he’d even had legs. He could prance through this puzzle like a froggit through a field of flowers.

He took a deep breath, hand hovering over the key within his chest, and danced towards the blades.

“What the heck,” Undyne deadpanned over her megaphone. “Alphys, you take over. It’s boring now that he’s not getting pummeled.”

“M-me?” Her voice echoed strangely, but Mettaton tuned her out. He was in the Groove.

He wove between axes like he was made of water. Like he was music, like he was romance. Papyrus mirrored his motions—or maybe Mettaton mirrored Papyrus. They were one with the beat and the blades.

“LAST OBSTACLE!” Papyrus beamed, so much closer now than Mettaton had realized. This was the farthest Mettaton had gotten through the course yet. “DEPLOY THE DOG!”

A small white dog swung in on a rope. It rotated slowly, panting and wagging its tail.

“Hello?” Mettaton’s head tilted. He shouldn’t drop his guard, though. For all he knew, this dog could shoot lasers from its eyes, or something.

He approached it, hands raised protectively. It licked his finger.

“CONFOUND YOU, TRAITOROUS CANINE!” Papyrus stomped his foot.

“I think it’s sweet,” Mettaton cooed, giving the dog a scratch behind the ears.

“O-OF COURSE! THAT IS MY VERY DEADLY AND TERRIBLE PLAN! TO KEEP YOU CONFOUNDED WITH THE… CUTENESS OF THIS MEDDLESOME DOG. AND THEN YOU WILL NEVER COMPLETE THE PUZZLE! NYEH HEH HEH!!”

“I thought you wanted me to complete your puzzle.” Mettaton pretended to pout, staring up at Papyrus through his lashes.

“I DO! BUT NOT SO EASILY!!”

“I hardly think seventeen attempts could be considered ‘easily’...”

“Are you gonna finish the Gauntlet or not??” Undyne shouted through the megaphone, nearly knocking Mettaton off of the bridge with her sheer volume.

“I was just savoring the climax, beauties.”

He gave the dog one last pat, then strolled off the bridge into his love’s arms.

“I KNEW YOU COULD DO IT!” Papyrus squeezed him tight, spinning Mettaton until he was wonderfully dizzy.

(This was a far better climax to savor, anyway.)

#fic tag #tali writes #papytonweek2022 #papytonweek #papyton #mettaton #wrote most of this at like 1am last night and then edited it today lol

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scxrlettwxtches · 3 years

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love me, love me not | bang chan

genre: angst, humor, fluff, college!au, female!reader

warnings: slight swearing, not edited ahhh

prompt: argument leading kissing

description: when chan rejected you, you never expected that it would become the catalyst for your love story, rather than the end of it. but, life and a few welcome matchmakers have a way of playing with fate.

word count: ~6.5k+

a/n: hi, anon! im so so sorry for the wait. i totally had a writer’s block while writing this, and im super sorry if this isn’t exactly what you wanted...i tweaked the prompt ever so slightly, but i hope you still like it! >.< it’s also wayyy longer than i’d predicted haha oops. as always, my ask box is open if anyone wants to be friends! love you all! <3

It took a total of three days and five hours for Chan to realize he might've fucked up.

When the thought first appeared in his head, he dismissed it out of indignation. How could it have been his fault?! He didn't know you were going to confess. He didn't know he was hurting you by jumping around from girl to girl.

"You... you're what?" Chan stuttered, his pace faltering to a stop as he tried to process your words.

"I'm in love with you," you repeated, stopping in your tracks as you turned to face him, your hands gripping the straps of your backpack tightly.

"I have been for years," you said plainly, looking into his eyes with a simple gaze.

Chan stammered, and for the first time, his mouth worked before his brain and he blurted out the stupidest response he could've conjured up, "I already have a date tonight."

You flinched as if he’d slapped you hard across the face, showing visible hurt at his careless words. You were always the collected one, always the person that could flash a smile even in the most uncomfortable circumstances. It felt weird, uncomfortable even to see you waver.

When you replied to him, you had already recovered, your face passive and your voice steady, "I know. I helped you set it up, dipshit," you said with a dry smile.

"Then, why would you say this now?" Chan felt churlishly ungrateful. How dare you tell him now? Right when he finally scored that girl he'd been secretly pining after for days. It had taken so much effort, and you'd know because it was only through your shared internship with her that this date even became possible.

Oh, he was being so callous, so insensitive. And yet, you showed nothing more than a flash of hurt in your eyes, a sign he had clearly missed while he was too busy worrying about himself.

“Because you asked me if I liked anyone, and I didn’t have any reason to lie to you,” you shrugged indifferently before checking your watch, “Oh, you’re going to be late. I’ll walk the rest of the way by myself.”

And without waiting for another response from him, you turned on your heels and walked down your street without the one companion you’ve had all your life. It was lonelier than you thought it would be.

Ever since that day, Chan’s relationship with you had irrevocably changed. He still saw you every day, still walked you to your classes and spent his lunch period with you at the nearby cafe, but a large chasm had opened in your relationship, a divide of unspeakable topics after you’d so bluntly confessed to him and unknowingly sent him into an existential crisis.

“How was the date?”

Speaking of the devil, Chan choked on his chocolate milkshake as you interrupted his thoughts, "I'm sorry, what did you say?" he wheezed, hitting his chest to catch his breath.

You gave him a strange look, clearly sensing his discomfort, but making no moves to resolve the situation as you looked back down at your notes.

“I asked how the date was,” you repeated, scribbling as you jotted down some of the main points from your textbook, “Didn’t you have one? Two days ago?”

“O-oh, right,” Chan nodded, clearing his throat deliberately, “Yeah, it was good, I guess.”

Truthfully, Chan did not remember the date very well. What was her name? Miyeon? Mina? Fuck, was he suffering from early memory loss already? She was quite pretty; he remembered how she looked very vaguely, dressed in a prim and proper manner and carrying herself with grace.

And yet, the one thing that Chan clearly did remember was that he felt nothing.

There was no spark. No instant realization that the girl before him was the one. No dramatic eye contact or k-drama OST to make up for awkward silences.

All in all, it seemed like it was another fail.

You sensed his dejected mood as always, and nudged his still hand on the table, “Hey, it’s alright. Not all dates are supposed to go well. You’re bound to have a few misses.”

“That’s the thing! It hasn’t been just a few misses! It’s been all misses!” Chan bemoaned as he let his head slump onto the table, and he couldn’t ignore the wry smile that crossed your face.

“You just haven’t found the right person yet, and that’s okay,” you chuckled, petting his soft hair. Chan let out an appreciative hum, his eyes automatically closing at the soothing sensation. Your hands felt nice, your pets were always comforting. It would be even better if you’d run your hands through his hair while he--

Wait, what?

Chan shook his head quickly, messing up his soft hair and causing you to pull away, much to his disappointment. What was that? His brain was traveling a mile a minute and the image that flashed in his head--his head on your lap, peaceful and domestic as you pressed kisses to his face while you carded your fingers through his hair--

“Oh, by the way. I’m going on a date tomorrow.”

It was like his dream shattered before his very eyes as you glanced at your nails, the scratching off another fleck of your black nail polish. Chan was genuinely caught off guard by the weird, sickly emotion in his gut as the words you uttered finally processed through his thick brain.

“W-what?” Chan failed to hide the surprise, but he somehow managed to hide the faint sense of disappointment. He shouldn't feel that, right? Friends should always support one another! Friends should always want them to be happy and find someone, right?

He didn't exactly feel those two things at the moment, and the guilt only added to the sickly feeling.

"Who?" Chan asked, trying not to sound bitter.

If you heard the unusual emotion in his voice--which you probably did--you didn't comment on it, "It's the school dance captain, Minho? He asked me out yesterday."

An image of the unfairly handsome, sharp-eyed, dashing dance captain, Lee Minho, appeared in Chan's head. He was the perfect man, of course. Literally Adonis of the modern age. Chan didn’t even know that you and him were friends, much less close enough to schedule dates.

“How do you know him? You’re not exactly the cream of the crop when it comes to dance, or anything physical for that matter--ow!”

You rolled your eyes as you pulled your hand back, watching as he rubbed his forehead dramatically, “We have computer science together, asshole. And he’s a good friend of Jisung.”

“Everyone’s a good friend of Jisung’s,” Chan muttered under his breath, still reeling from your harsh attack, “Why does it have to be Minho?”

He hadn’t planned on you catching his latter question, but seeing the raise of your eyebrow and the immediate change in expression to something slightly more guarded, you asked, “Oh? And what’s wrong with Minho?”

Chan stiffened at the defensive question, feeling his blood grow hot. Of course there wasn’t anything wrong with Minho. He was surprisingly warm-hearted, smart, funny, and a phenomenal dancer. There was nothing wrong with him, and yet, Chan felt a red hot jealousy and anger bubble out of his lips as he blurted out:

“I just don’t want you going with him.”

Oh, that came out wrong. That came out so very wrong.

“And who are you to tell me what to do, Christopher Bang?” your voice was cold and closed off, using his full name as you only did when you were furious.

Chan flinched at your tone, feeling more hurt than he thought he would. But, at the same time, he bristled in frustration. You didn’t understand what he was feeling. (He didn’t understand it either.)

“He’s not good for you, Y/N,” he lied, avoiding your piercing gaze as you scoffed.

“Oh?” you sounded rightfully furious, absolutely fed up with the constant back and forth and utter indecisiveness that was Bang Christopher Chan, “And who exactly do you think is good for me? You?”

It was scathing, meant to hurt, and hurt it did. Chan recoiled at your burning words, “That’s not what I meant!” He snapped defensively, his temper rising unusually as your argument began to draw the attention of other customers in the cafe.

Your hands shook as you clenched them into little fists, “Then what did you mean, huh?” You asked softly, eyes lowered to the table.

Chan opened his mouth to speak, but no words came out as he struggled to dictate exactly what he was feeling. What even was this? This burning pain in his heart at the thought of you with another, this fear in his mind that he will no longer be your first priority?

You took his silence as acceptance, and you scoffed, trying to ignore the prickly feeling behind your eyes, “I see,” you spoke with an air of finality, and before Chan could speak, you pushed out of your seat, beginning to walk away.

“W-wait!” Chan’s motion was frantic and unthought of as he grabbed the edge of your soft cardigan.

“Channie, it’s fine,” you said simply as you refused to face him, and he was unable to see your expression. Your voice gave nothing away, perfectly neutral and closed off.

“This isn’t goodbye or anything, dipshit,” you continued, standing still as you spoke, “I just have something I have to do. Text me when you need me.”

With that, you yanked your arm away, and the fabric of your sweater slipped through his fingers. Chan was frozen in his position, half ready to stand up and half still sitting. It wasn’t a goodbye, he told himself. You said it yourself. It wasn’t a goodbye.

But why did it feel so much like one?

“You’re thinking about her, aren’t you?”

Chan looked away from the window, his eyes wide and startled as the woman in front of him gave him a merciful smile as she rested her head on her hand, watching him inquisitively.

“So you are,” she confirmed, absently twirling the pasta around her fork as she continued to study him.

Chan felt his face flush with shame and guilt. It had been almost a whole day since your fight with him, and--unable to study because of it--he decided to drown his sorrow the only way he knew how: by setting up another date. He called the girl he went out with two days ago, Mina, and to his utmost surprise, she agreed to a second date.

But now, Chan was sure that the chance of a third was completely out the window, especially since he was spending much of this date daydreaming.

“I-I’m so sorry,” he stuttered out an apology, and truthfully, he was ashamed that his mind wouldn’t stay in one place no matter how much he willed it to, “I’ve just been really busy with work, a-and it’s been weighing down on me.”

Mina smiled at that, a gentle, knowing smile that send to pierce through all of Chan’s clumsy excuses, “I see. So it wasn’t about anyone in particular?”

Chan felt his heart jump in panic. This was probably one of the most mortifying moments in his life, “I don’t believe so?” He said in a questioning tone as he stabbed at his ravioli, playing with it more than he was actually eating.

Even as he lied, his thoughts travelled to another date that was supposed to be happening right as this time. He’d heard through the grapevines that you were going to a cute dinner date with Minho on the other side of town. The two of you haven’t spoken at all since the fallout, which was very uncommon. Not a single text, call, or meeting was exchanged.

Chan wanted to tear his hair out from the frustration. How was it? Were you having fun on your date? Was Minho treating you well? Of course, he would; that was a stupid question. Minho was always known to treat his dates well, even if they didn’t turn into anything long term. He was just kind like that, and--at this moment--he was definitely doing a much better job making you happy than Chan was.

“Hm,” the girl mused carefully, twirling her fork a couple more times before asking innocently, “Are you sure you’re not thinking about your friend, Y/N?”

Jackpot. Chan’s eyes grew comically wide as he choked in his fancy ravioli dish, his face turning red as he quickly tried to drown his throat with water so he didn’t die from asphyxiation, “Y/N?” he stammered, and the image of you from the last time you spoke with him--your face of hurt and betrayal as he snapped at you for no reason at all--flashed in his brain, making him feel yet another coil of burning hot guilt.

Mina nodded serenely, eating as she watched you carefully, “So, I was right?” She asked knowingly, and Chan wondered how long it’s been she’d figured it out.

Nevertheless, he winced and dipped his head respectfully, “I am very sorry,” he said solemnly, and he truly was sorry, “I just...we had a falling out yesterday, and I’m just worried that I might’ve accidentally lost a friend.”

“Oh? Was it that bad of a falling out?” Mina asked, and Chan was almost dumbfounded by how casual his date was at the notion of him thinking about another person during their dinner.

But at the same time, he’d been aching for someone to confide in, aching to sort out the jumbled mess inside his heart, “It was bad,” he admitted, “She was trying to tell me that she got a date, and instead of being happy for her, I sort of blew up in her face.”

“Oh. So it’s bad.”

The blatant honesty was enough to make Chan put his head in his hands, “Yeah, it was bad. Looking back, I’m surprised she didn’t get even more angry at me.”

Mina let out a soft chuckle at his self deprecating words, which made Chan felt just slightly better, “Why did you get so angry?”

Chan blinked, looking up at the question, “H-huh?” If anything, he’d expected Mina to get angry, not for her to start questioning him like a lawyer.

“I mean,” Mina continued, shrugging as she sipped at her champagne, “is Minho a bad person?”

“Not at all. He’s a great guy,” Chan said, almost immediately getting defensive. Minho was a great guy, and he deserved someone wonderful by his side. Someone like you.

“Do you think he and Y/N won’t get along?”

“No!” Chan huffed, growing frustrated by the interrogation but also understanding that he was the one at fault here for ruining a perfectly nice date.

“Then why did you get angry?”

Chan opened his mouth to speak, but as obvious as the reason seemed to be just then, he couldn’t actually pinpoint a direct reason. Why was he so angry? Why was he angry at the prospect of you being happy? Was it because he was just a bad person?

Or, was it because you were going to be happy with someone other than him?

Mina smiled slyly as she watched the poor, unknowingly besotted boy come to one of the most important revelations of his college life, “Well?” She asked, tilting her head expectantly.

Chan swallowed, and his palms felt unnaturally sweaty, as if he were about to perform with his friends on stage. The very thought of it scared him a little, not because it was so undesirable of an outcome, but because of the growing guilt that he didn’t realize it before, and the prospect of fulling understanding how much pain his obliviousness might have caused you.

“I was angry because I wanted it to be me,” he whispered, softly enough that he hoped Mina wouldn’t hear it, but from her smile, she definitely did.

“You wanted to be Minho?” she clarified, almost relishing in the way she was forcing Chan to cough up the buried feelings hidden so deep inside his heart that even he himself wasn’t aware of them.

Chan nodded, feeling as if the ground had been pulled out from under him again, but this time, it was a light, airy feeling rather than a terrifying plummet.

There was a moment of silence before Mina suddenly began to giggle, covering her mouth with the back of her hand. Chan looked up, flustered by her actions as he felt his face burn. He was still a little nervous that he’d insulted her by basically confessing to be in love with another person on their date.

“Oh, you’re actually adorable,” Mina smiled, wiping at the corners of her eyes before she took a deep breath, “Do you know, the first time we went on a date, a couple days ago, I actually thought you were cheating on Y/N.”

“W-what?” Chan sputtered, his cheeks growing bright red at the very thought, “Why?”

“Well, I’ve seen the two of you around, and your relationship is almost a known secret around campus,” Mina explained, “Especially once when I saw the two of you at a cafe studying together, and the way you were looking at her...it made even my heart flutter just watching you stare at her. I doubt you were even listening to what she was saying.”

Chan thought back to your study sessions, thought back to every time he’d have you explain a difficult equation or problem. Bizarrely, he didn’t remember a single concept at all, but he did remember everything about you as you were speaking. The way a single strand of hair traced your face and you always had to brush it behind your ear. The way you’d pout if the question stumped you, too. The way you’d sometimes get lost in your own explanation and start talking about a topic so high level that Chan had been lost for minutes already, but he couldn’t bear to stop you because you looked so adorable.

Oh, shit.

“Then,” Chan swallowed nervously, “you agreed to go on that date with me because you thought I was cheating on her?”

“Well, first off, she helped put us together, which diminished the possibility of that being true,” Mina shrugged, continuing to eat, “Also, if it was true, then I’d be able to catch you right in the act and tell her directly.”

Chan felt a little ashamed and unfairly blamed. Of course he wouldn’t cheat on you! He’d never cheat on anyone, much less you of all people. The very notion of hurting you in such a way was practically unbearable.

“But, as we talked that night,” the girl continued nonchalantly, “it became clear to me that the two of you weren’t together, but you also were totally oblivious to how in love with her you are.”

The back of Chan’s throat was completely dry at this point, despite the copious amount of water he’d been chugging throughout this date, “I-I’m not in love with her,” he stammered defensively, “We’ve been best friends for years!”

Mina leveled him an unamused glare, “Oh? You’re not in love with her, but you feel pain at the notion of her being with someone else. You’re not in love with her, but you can only remember every good thing about her. You’re not in love with her, but you look at her as if she’s your whole sun, moon and earth combined.”

Chan felt cornered, his eyes wide at the revelation as he choked out, “B-but if I love her, t-then all this time--haven’t I been hurting her over and over?”

“How so?”

“S-she confessed earlier this week--b-but I didn’t know!” Chan said helplessly, beginning to panic. If this was all true--and slowly, his mind was beginning to process that it very well could be--then he’s caused you unimaginable pain for no good reason. Then he’d rejected you in the most brutal, uncaring way possible.

Mina sighed, rubbing her eyes, “Oh, dear god. You’re actually an idiot. What are you doing here? Go apologize! Don’t turn up empty handed. And don’t expect anything from her. Just ask her sincerely for her forgiveness.”

Chan nodded, already scrambling out of his seat and fumbling as he placed a few big bills on the table, “I’m so so sorry about this,” the apologies spilled out as he bowed respectfully towards Mina, “If there’s anything I can do to make it up to you…”

“Just don’t be an idiot and try to date the entire student population when the one for you is right beside you,” she retorted dryly, smiling at him, “And good luck.”

Chan ran faster than he ever had before. He ran faster than when his high school class had made him the final runner in the school relay. He ran faster than when he was late to his first job offer in his second year of college. None of those things felt nearly as important as this: the notion of losing you for good.

He rushed to the flower shop that you always spared forlorn glances at, but never spent money on. Apologizing profusely for barging in right before closing time, he bought a small bouquet of your favorite flowers, a collection of roses, lilies, and orchids.

Oh gosh, what if you weren’t home? What if you didn’t come home for the night, but rather stayed with Minho? The very thought caused his stomach to turn.

By the time he made it to your house, his lungs were burning and gasping for air as he rushed to your door. His heart plummeted as he glanced through the window and saw that none of the lights were on, but nevertheless, he pressed your doorbell urgently.

Of course, there was the possibility of saying sorry tomorrow, or saying sorry the day after, but for Chan, they didn't seem like options at all. He had to tell you now, beg for your forgiveness now. If not, he had a feeling that everything between the two of you would be unsalvageable.

No, no, no! You weren't home. Chan peeked into the window again, but the inside was pitch black. You should've been done with your date by now. You should be home, but you weren't. Chan’s heart was racing with fear as he fumbled for his phone. What if calling you made it worse? Oh god, what should he even do?

He just couldn't lose you. Not as a friend, not as a soulmate. He didn't care if he lost his chance with you, he needed you by his side. He needed to see you, he had to fix things—

“Channie?”

Whirling around, his heart seemed to falter as he saw you standing on the street, looking at him with a confused expression. With the dim street light behind you, Chan swore at that moment, you looked like an angel. You were so pretty, dressed up for your date with your hair half up. He swallowed his pride, his guilt, his fear, and he walked towards you clutching the bouquet in his hands.

“You’re thinking about him, aren’t you?”

Your eyes widened a fraction as you glanced to the side, where Minho was currently walking with you around the pier. His jacket was draped over your frame, even though the night was only slightly breezy, and you relished its weight on your shoulders.

Still, your expression dropped at his question, “I don’t want to talk about him today, Minho.”

“Why not?” He asked, looking around at the sun slowly setting behind the vast ocean as the sky was colored with vibrant reds, purples, and blues.

“Because we’re not exactly on good terms right now,” you muttered, looking down, “Also, isn’t this supposed to be our date? How are you so comfortable with the idea that I’m thinking about someone else?”

Minho laughed, turning to gaze at you fondly, “Well, I can’t exactly change the way you think, can I?” he smiled, ruffling your hair and making you complain with a loud whine, “So the best I can do is to help you get through it.”

You fought the smile tugging at the corner of your lips, and you gently squeezed Minho’s hand, feeling touched, “Thanks.”

“Whatever, dork,” Minho rolled his eyes, “So what happened? Did that idiot say something stupid again?”

“Sort of.”

“Y/N, you are being really unhelpful,” he frowned at your vague answers.

“It was just confusing,” you finally confessed. You’d barely gotten a wink of sleep that night, Chan’s words, his outburst of anger, replaying in your head like a broken record. Why was he so angry? Hadn’t he told you flat out that he had absolutely no feelings for you, crushing your dim light of hope so completely that you’d secretly sobbed your eyes out after walking home?

“Well, if it was confusing for you, I’m sure Chan was just as confused with himself,” Minho chuckled dryly, “What did he say?”

“He...was visibly upset. About this,” you gestured to you and Minho in a helpless manner, almost begging for some sort of clarification.

“Ah, this. You mean us two?” Minho asked, stopping at an empty bench along the pier and deciding to sit down. After all, the two of you had been walking for the latter half of the hour, trying to digest the delicious lunch he’d treated you to.

“Yeah, said something about not liking me being with you, or whatever bullshit he was spitting that day,” you muttered, feeling your blood grow hot just thinking about it.

“Wait, he said that? Chan?” Minho fought the urge to laugh as he tried to make sure he was picturing the scenario correctly. His plan was going better than he’d expected, and Chan had fallen into it without even being slightly aware of it.

You nodded, kicking your feet back and forth as you rolled your eyes, “It was ridiculously uncalled for. You didn’t do anything that warranted that sort of reaction.”

“I can be a bit of a sleeze when I try to be,” Minho pointed out, chuckling when you lightly punched his arm, “So, he said I wasn’t good for you. What’s the big deal? He’s probably just being protective, right?”

“He’s always protective, this was different,” you shook your head. Chan was always the self-sacrificing, putting other people before himself type. He was inherently protective of you just by the virtue of being your friend, whether that meant walking you home every night or trying to make sure that you didn’t forget to eat meals. But that, the anger and almost fear that you felt from him, it felt too raw to just be his protective instinct.

“How so?”

You hesitated before elaborating, “Well, it felt almost like...he was jealous, but that’s ridiculous.”

Minho had to contain the almost giddy laughter that threatened to bubble out from his chest. You two were so oblivious, he felt like a conniving witch trying to put the two of you together. And boy, was he enjoying it.

“Why would it be ridiculous?” he asked innocently.

You leveled a glance at him, immediately sensing something strange about his tone, but not quite being able to identify it, “Of course it’s ridiculous. He rejected me earlier this week.”

“Wait. What the fuck?” Minho snapped, sitting upright immediately, almost like a cat that heard something dangerous nearby, “He rejected you? Outright?”

“Is there something called a lowkey rejection?” You laughed bitterly, “Yes, he full on rejected me. I told him I loved him and he just said he had a date that night.”

Suddenly, this game was significantly less fun. Minho wanted to jab his own eyes out in frustration before going to jab Chan’s eyes out for being so fucking stupid. You confessed, you literally told him outright that you loved him, and he was still stupid enough not to realize his own feelings?! What was it going to take? A good ol’ bonk to the head?

“Okay, Y/N. I’m going to drive you home right now,” he said seriously, and you turned to him, almost alarmed by how urgent his tone sounded.

“Um, why? Did something happen?” You asked, glancing at him in concern.

Minho shook his head, “Nothing, it’s just Chan being a fucking idiot and screwing everything up again.”

Your eyes narrowed, “What are you talking about?”

“Chan loves you,” Minho said, plain and simple, sending your head spinning as you tried to process the three simple words.

In the end, all you could do was laugh, a harsh, bitter sound as you rolled your eyes, “Very funny, Minho. Unfortunately, it’s not a very well thought out prank. He already told me otherwise.”

“He doesn’t even know it, goddamnit!” Minho spit out and you jumped at his aggressiveness, “Look, Y/N. I know this sounds crazy, and I know why you’d probably think I’m just being mean. But it’s true. I know it is. Chan loves you.”

Feeling unfairly placed on the spot, you lashed out at him, a sneer across your face as you retorted, “Oh? How are you so sure, huh? If he loves me oh so much, why is he going on a date with another girl for the twentieth time?”

“Because he’s a fucking idiot, okay?!” Minho groaned, running a hand through his hair, “Y/N, he’s probably beside himself with guilt right now, and I bet you he’s finally come to the realization himself.”

You scoffed bitterly, “That’s a bit late, don’t you think?”

“It is,” Minho agreed, wanting nothing more than to smack Chan’s forehead for being such an idiot. He glanced at you, his expression growing softer as he asked, “But you still love him, don’t you?”

“I shouldn’t, right?” Your voice was shaky as you laughed, feeling the green monster of envy and jealousy coil in your gut as you thought about all the times Chan had unknowingly broken your heart, and all you could do was cheer him on.

“It’s stupid, idiotic, unreasonable,” you continued, kicking your heels against the pavement as you glared at the ground so hard that you were probably burning holes into the cement, “and a waste of my fucking time.”

“You can’t force yourself to feel differently,” Minho pointed out, lowering his temper along with you as he spoke softly, “None of us can. If we could, why would unrequited love or affairs happen?”

“When did you get so wise, Aristotle?” You scoffed, fighting a smile as you ruffled his hair.

Minho swatted away your hands, “I’m trying to be serious here. Look, I bet you Chan is at your front door right now with a bouquet of flowers, anxiously wanting to apologize to you. I would bet ten dollars on it.”

“Oh, yeah?” Your smile was almost predatorial, never shying away from a chance to make some fast cash, “Seriously?”

Minho’s smile faltered ever so slightly, and he hoped to whatever god who was listening that Chan was actually getting his fucking act together, “Hell yeah.”

You grinned, shaking his hand as you laughed, “You’re an idiot.”

“Whatever. Now let’s head back to the car so I can collect my ten dollars.”

Your dumb smile faded as you stepped out of the car in front of your driveway, eyes widening as you caught sight of a familiar figure standing on your porch. It couldn’t be. But yet, if your eyes weren’t playing yet another cruel joke on you, it was indeed your best friend, frantically knocking on the door with a bouquet of flowers in the other.

How could this be? How could he have done everything that Minho had predicted? Wasn’t he supposed to be on a date?

All the doubts, the questions, and the fears bubbled over as his name got caught in your throat, “Channie?”

For a moment, Chan genuinely thought that you were merely a figment of his imagination. Why would you be here? Especially with Minho standing beside his car a little ways away and with his jacket draped over your shoulders. Why had you returned?

His eyes widened as you walked closer, and the glow of the lamp light shifted in accordance to your movements. You were real. You were looking at him, albeit with a hint of caution laced with concern, but you were here.

“Channie, what are you doing out here?” You asked, and his heart began to pound with fear and guilt. You were worried about him. Even after everything he put you through, you still cared about his wellbeing.

Your eyebrows furrowed at his lack of response, and you walked cautiously closer, “Chan? Chris? Are you okay--eek!”

Chan’s feet grew a mind of their own, and he rushed towards you in a fit of desperation, crashing into you as he wrapped his arms tightly around your shoulders. It was a bit of an awkward position, since Chan was much bigger than you, but he managed to bury his face in the crook of your neck, hugging you as if it was his last chance.

If you weren’t concerned before, you certainly were now. Chan was never the clingy one. Yes, he liked cuddles and he never shied away from a good hug, but he was never like this, holding onto you for dear life.

“Chan, what’s happened? Gosh, you’re freezing. Why are you out here in the cold--” you froze as your ears perked up to what Chan was mumbling, repeating like a mantra.

He was apologizing.

“I’m so sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry--” He whimpered, his fingers tightening around your coat as he hugged you tightly, “Please, forgive me. I was so stupid. I didn’t know.”

You sighed, and you felt the residual bitterness bleed out of your body. Of course you knew Chan wasn’t purposely being malicious, and if it ate him up with guilt so much that he waited by your door to apologize, then that was enough punishment for you to be more than satisfied.

“Channie, I need you to look at me, okay?” You instructed with a hint of sternness, trying to pull away in order to face him. Chan shook his head, but complied all the same, pulling away from the safety of your arms in order to look at you.

Out of the corner of his eye, he spotted Minho rolling his eyes as he got back in his car, mouthing the words “don’t fuck it up again.” Chan grimaced in affirmation. He didn’t plan on it; not in a million years would he ever want to hurt you again.

You gave him a small smile as he finally met your gaze, “Good boy,” you praised, and Chan was unfamiliar with the tremor in his body that your words caused. When was the last time he’d gotten that from anyone? Oh right, it always came from you. Words of affirmation always came from you, and you always knew when he needed it.

The apologies clawed their way up his throat until he could no longer stay silent.

“I’m so sorry--a-about yesterday,” he sniffled, his shoulders trembling as he hiccuped, “I didn’t mean to hurt you. I didn’t mean to be overbearing. I-I just--I realized how stupidly jealous I was about the whole situation, a-and I didn’t want you to leave me…”

You sighed, reaching up to pet his hair gently, “It's okay, I forgive you,” you said simply, and you did forgive him. There wasn't any point in holding it over his head like you were better than him, “Everyone says stupid things they don't mean, and you had a bad date the night before.”

Chan stared at you, his eyes glossy with unshed tears as he unabashedly admired your beautiful face, your kind eyes, your perfectly kissable lips. He shouldn’t be thinking about this. You were clearly giving him a way out. “Stupid things they don’t mean,” was what you called it.

But he meant them. He was truly jealous. And it wasn’t the right emotion to feel, but they were real. He wanted you. He wanted you beside him.

He shouldn’t be greedy. He shouldn’t bite off more than he deserved to have. It was a miracle in itself that you were willing to forgive him. But at the same time, Chan knew you were as lonely as he was. He wanted to try and fill that hole for you, damned the consequences.

And just like that, Chan made up his mind.

“W-what if I meant it?” He blurted out, studying your face for any micro expression you could give off that indicated you were uncomfortable.

Instead, you looked only puzzled, “Meant what?”

“I was jealous,” he confessed plainly, stepping just a hair closer, and to his astonishment, you didn’t back away. You allowed him into your personal space, slowly and cautiously.

“Why in the world would you be jealous?” You asked softly, ever so perceptive, “It’s not like you love me or anything.”

Chan winced at the reminder of his hurtful words, but he couldn’t avoid them. He could only make up for them by proving that he was an idiot, that he actually loves you so, so much, “I spent all my time trying to find my perfect other half,” he whispered, his words only meant for your ears.

“I was always looking, always feeling incomplete. But, maybe I was looking in the wrong place,” he said, slowly reaching his hand up to cup your cheek. He could practically count your eyelashes he was so close.

“Maybe, the reason I could never find them was because they were beside me the entire time,” he finished cautiously, his thumb brushing against your soft cheek. You let out a soft, shaky breath, and for a moment, Chan feared that he’d ruined everything all over again.

“You’re an idiot, you know that?” You said finally, but Chan felt like almost sobbing with relief as you leaned into his touch. Acceptance. Tentative, but true.

Chan smiled, “That’s because you have all the braincells in this relationship, my dear,” he said solemnly, and his heart fluttered as you giggled. Ah fuck, he really was in love with you.

“I’m sorry for all the pain I’ve caused you,” he said again, holding you close as his forehead rested against yours, “I’m not at all experienced with this...dating thing, but I’ll make it up to you. I’ll make everything up to you. I’ll make you happy. I promise.”

You chuckled softly, and let your eyes flutter shut, “We can both learn along the way,” you said before your lips were pressed gently against his, and Chan’s brain quite literally short circuited. the kiss was chaste, innocent, gentle, and it swept him away like the warmest ocean breeze. He wrapped an arm around your waist and pulled you ever closer.

That’s right, both of you had all the time in the world to learn. And everything would be alright, as long as you did it together.

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