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night-fallz · 3 years

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XY’s Muse

Based on this prompt

Like I have stated before, this is my first fanfic. Please let me know what you think of it. Any kind of criticism will be welcome.

uploaded on 01/23/21

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Chapter 2

XY was staring at the ceiling. A week has already passed. And he still couldn't stop thinking about the day he spent with Marinette. It was the most fun he'd had in a while.

Before the whole Silencer fiasco, his father would not stop pressuring him to produce a new song. So when they met up for dinner and his dad came up with the idea of stealing someone else's music, he couldn’t bring himself to decline.

XY knew it was wrong.

But all he wanted was the chance to finally impress his dad. Bob Roth might not have the best attitude towards him, but he was all XY had left.

Xy already lost his mom. He would not lose his dad too.

At least, that's what he believed. He should've known that his father was just using him for money. According to his dad, money was the most valuable thing in life.

XY scoffed. He should've known better. He should've known that all his father thought of hi-

He felt a buzz in his pocket and his face immediately brightened. Marinette just texted him!

Marinette: what's up?

Marinette: have u been inspired yet?

Marinette gave XY the idea to just sit back and let inspiration hit him. It was a common idea but it was one that most people tend to forget in the long run.

XY: nothing much

XY: and nope.

XY: my dad has been pressuring me to come up with something tho

Marinette: ignore him

Marinette: he's just mad cause he can't get any ladies

The three dots popped up on his screen.

Marinette: OH CRAP I'M LATE

Marinette: TTYL.

XY rolled his eyes and smiled.

They've been texting back and forth these past few days. He's learned so many things about her and vice versa.

It was nice. It's been a while since XY has had a friend.

Maybe she'll be even more, XY couldn’t help but think as he ran a hand through his hair.

"Huh," XY said out loud. "Even more"

And just like that, inspiration for his next song hit him.

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Marinette was thinking of a certain blonde-haired, blue-eyed musician when she heard her phone ring.

"Tikki!" she screamed, staring at her phone as if it was Hawkmoth himself.. "He's calling me. XY is calling me."

Tikki sighed and floated next to Marinette, "Maybe you should answer it. It would be pretty rude to keep him waiting."

"Right, right," Marinette answered his call and hoped her voice didn’t sound as squeaky as she thought it did.. "Hey."

"Hey."

There was a moment of awkward silence.

Marinette didn’t know what to do. She glanced at the small goddess.

Tikki rolled her eyes at their awkwardness as she gestured to the phone. Ask him why he called you, she mouthed to Marinette.

Marinette nodded. That was a smart idea. "So," Marinette cleared her throat. "Why did you call me?"

"Right, Uhm." Marinette heard him shuffling around his room. "You know how you've been asking me if I was inspired and stuff?"

Marinette's eyes grew wide and a huge smile took over her face as she started to nod before remembering that he couldn't see her. "Yep." she eagerly said, "Did you find any?"

"Yes!" Marinette could hear the excitement in his voice. "I was actually wondering if you wanted to design the outfits for my music video."

Marinette's eyes looked shocked. "Yes!" she jumped around in excitement before remembering she was still in a call with XY. "Why me though?"

XY’s voice sounded confused.. "What do you mean, why you? You're literally perfect for it. You're talented. Plus, everyone loves your designs."

Marinette’s cheeks resembled a tomato. She has never been more thankful for the fact that he couldn't see her right now.

"Thank you." Marinette managed to mumble. "That really means a lot."

"You're welcome." XY said. Marinette had a feeling he was smiling though. "I have to go and have my dad listen to the demo. But I'll text you later, okay?"

"Yep," Marinette whispered and gave Tikki a cookie. "Good luck. I know that whatever song you came up with is gonna sound good. No matter what he'll say."

Marinette heard a faint "Thanks" from the phone before the call ended.

Marinette screamed into her pillow and looked up and saw Tikki look at her with amusement. “I think I like him.”

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"So, what do you think?" XY asked as his father finished listening to his song. "Is it bad? Do you think people will like it?"

Bob Roth grinned at his son. "This is a Masterpiece. Where did you find this?" He gestured to the video of XY singing the song, "Who did you steal this from?"

XY's proud smile immediately turned into a scowl. "What do you mean, who did I steal this from?" He yelled at his dad, his blue eyes glaring at him as he grabbed the demo from the table. "I made it. I came up with it myself." XY felt his eyes tearing up. "Something you would actually know if you thought of me as something more than a money-making machine."

How could he? XY thought as he climbed up the stairs. Is it that hard to believe that I could come up with something good?

XY slammed his door shut. "All I wanted was to prove to him that I wasn't a talentless son." XY put his hands on his face. "I just wanted to make him proud."

XY felt a buzz in his pocket and immediately knew that it was Marinette. After all, she’s the only one that ever texts him.

Marinette: how did it go?

Marinette: did he like it?

XY wiped away the tears that were starting to come out of his eyes. He couldn't help but smile. Marinette certainly had an effect on him.

XY: he called it a masterpiece

Marinette: yes! I knew he would like it.

XY: yeah

XY: but then he asked me who i stole it from

Marinette: THAT JERK

Marinette: WTF

Marinette: THAT's SO MESSED UP

Marinette: HOW COULD HE-

Marinette: DO YOU WANT ME TO BEAT HIM UP FOR YOU????

XY laughed at her text messages. He only started to text her and he already felt better.

XY: no, it's fine

XY: i actually yelled at him

Marinette: ...

Marinette: do you feel better?

XY: actually, yep.

XY: he's a really sucky father

Marinette: for some reason, a lot of the blondes i know have a toxic parent

Marinette: it's kinda sad

XY: maybe it's a paris thing

They texted back and forth, XY laughing at the memes Marinette sent.

XY: You're definitely a daughter of Athena

Marinette: ( ⚆ _ ⚆ )

Marinette: is that a percy jackson reference i see

XY: yep

XY: have u read the books?

Marinette: duh

Marinette: you haven't lived til you've read the books

Marinette: sadly, the movies sucked tho

XY: I KNOW

XY: ANNABETH WASN'T EVEN BLONDE

Marinette: EXACTLY!!

Marinette: SJSJSJSJSJSJ

Marinette: THE MOVIES SCARED ME FOR LIFE

XY: oh yeah

XY: before i forget

XY: what's ur insta?

Marinette: which one

XY scrunched his eyebrows up in confusion.

XY: What do you mean by which one?

Marinette: i have two

Marinette: one as my personal one and the other one for commissions and stuff

XY: ohhh

XY: smart

Marinette: i know ;)

Marinette: my personal one is @Mdupaincheng and the one for my commissions one if @MDCdesigns

XY switched his apps and searched up Marinette's personal instagram. He clicked on the first result that came up.

The profile picture was Marinette in a blue, silky dress that went just above her ankle. There was a slit on her left leg that showed her knee. It was nighttime and Marinette was practically glowing under the city lights. She was staring at something on her right side, with one hand running through her silky black hair which was down for once.

She looked hot.

After XY stopped admiring her profile picture, he finally noticed her follower count.

She had 200,000 followers. 200,000.

It wasn't as high as XY's follower count, that was still quite a lot.

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XY: i didn't know u were insta famous

Marinette: wdym?

Marinette: which acc

XY: ur personal one

XY: u have over 200k followers

Marinette thought that she read his text wrong. There's no way that Marinette had that many followers. 200,000? There was no way.

Marinette: ur lying

XY: I'm not.

XY: check ur acc

It's been a while since Marinette has logged onto her personal account. The hate she got the last time she's been signed in was too much for her and when Alya told her to log out and just focus on her other account, @MDCdesigns, she couldn't bring herself to argue against her.

Marinette hasn't even thought of that account since that day. So when she logged in and saw that XY wasn't lying, she accidentally dropped her phone in shock.

Tikki looked at Marinette with a questioning look.

Marinette ignored her kwami and texted the blue-eyes boy back.

Marinette: HOLY SHIT

Marinette: I HAVE 200k FOLLOWERS

Marinette: HOW TF DID THAT HAPPEN

XY: when was the last time you checked ur acc

Marinette: about 3 months ago

Marinette: the media thought i was adrien's gf and his fangirls came at me

Marinette: i got a ton of hate and a friend of mine told me to log out and just focus on my @MDCdesigns acc

Marinette: so i did

Marinette: i haven't thought abt that acc since then

XY: the fangirls were probably just jealous

XY: it's been months so they probably calmed down

XY: I'm looking through the comments rn and so far the latest hate comment you've got was about 2 weeks ago

XY: you've got a bit of a fanbase yk

Marinette: WHAT DO I DO

Marinette: DO I JUST CONTINUE NOT TO POST OR SHOULD I POST SOMETHING ON MY STORY ABT HOW THANKFUL I AM FOR 200k

Marinette: HOW COME NONE OF MY FRIENDS TOLD ME ABT THIS

XY: don't post anything rn

XY: post a picture of yourself and the caption it something that shows ur thankful for the number of followers u received

XY: OH

XY: a few hours before u post the picture, make sure u post on ur story abt how ur back from ur break on social media

XY: that way ppl will understand why u haven't been active

XY: it'll also have ppl prepared for ur post and they'll be waiting for u to post it

XY: that'll give u more engagement and stuff

Marinette: thank u

Marinette: that was really helpful

Marinette: when should i post something?

Marinette: AND I STILL DONT KNOW WHY MY FRIENDS DIDNT SAY ANYTHING ABT THIS

XY: u told ur friend that u were taking a break from social media right?

Marinette: yes

XY: then they probably weren't expecting u to post anything so they weren't checking ur insta

XY: u should post something on the weekend

XY: that way ppl wouldn't bother u during school this week

XY: if u want i can help u come up with ideas tomorrow?

Marinette: yes, please!

Marinette: do u wanna come over

Marinette: we can plan it in my room so that ppl won't overhear us

XY: guess I'll see u tomorrow then

XY: just text me the time ur available and I'll be there

Marinette: make sure to wear a disguise tho!

Marinette: we got lucky last time and no tabloids caught us

XY: ur right

XY: we must've been really lucky if no one got a pic of us

XY: but okay

XY: I'll wear my best disguise

XY: goodnight, princess

Marinette blinked a few times, making sure she read the text correctly.

Princess.

Marinette: goodnight ♥

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parkers-gal · 3 years

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More fan boy Peter please I love the concept 😁but can she give him her number or something?

requests are open (sorry it took so long)

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“Didn’t you see her during the first leg of the tour?”

“Yes… and?” Peter grabs another clean shirt to see if it would match his outfit. It wouldn’t matter, because he’d probably end up wearing his MidTown hoodie anyways.

Harry looks at him with an eye roll before replying. “And you’re going again?” Peter sighs.

“Yeah.”

“You’re such a fanboy.”

“You keep saying that.”

“Because it’s true.”

The rolls reverse and Peter rolls his eyes. “It’s not like anything’s gonna happen.”

“I bet you still want her number. ‘Cause you think you’re special.” Harry speaks the syllables of the last word in such a taunting tone that it almost makes Peter shiver. He rolls his eyes again, looking down as his cheeks heat up.

“I do not.”

Harry laughs. “Whatever you say, loverboy.”

“Wait so you get to meet her and then go to her concert? Up front?” Harry’s asking questions while Peter looks at his newest vinyl. “How much does Mr. Stark love you? Holy shit,” He mumbles the last part. Peter’s head jerks up at the sentence regarding his mentor, slapping Harry’s upper arm in revenge. “Ow! Peter!”

“We get to sit in the pit.”

“Like the mosh pit?” Ned looks at Peter’s shirt. He decided not to wear his hoodie, but instead one of your merch shirts and his favorite navy jacket. Ned straightens the strings as they step forward.

“Yeah. You get all the confetti and the 7 Rings dollars.”

“Wow,” Harry raises a brow. “Somebody did their research.”

“It’s common knowledge if you see the tour videos, y’know.”

“How would one see those tour videos again?”

“Fan acc-” Peter cuts himself off with a grumpy expression, having been exposed by Harry and his knowing smirk. They step forward and the same security man from last time informs them of their estimated arrival time.

Peter’s nerves grow at the final realization that you’re one curtain away. He’s worn the bracelet everyday since he last saw you; he wore it today. When the curtain finally opens, he steps forward once the man gestures him through. Your back is turned when he enters, waving off to someone while sipping bottled water. When you finally finish and turn around, you gasp with a pleasant smile.

“Peter!”

Harry’s jaw practically drops at your memory.

“H-hi.”

The two of you connect for a brief hug and you offer a smile to his friends, which you also recognize.

“Harry, Ned,” You give a simple nod to the two of them, Harry’s eyes growing wide. “I quite missed you boys.”

Peter blushes as he sets his records down on the table. “I missed you t-too.”

You smile at the mutual confession before motioning to his vinyls. “Another autograph?”

“Yes, please.” You grin at his manners before grabbing the sharpie. Ned claps again as you finish up, and soon the posing begins. The four of you gather around, and Peter’s almost sad his ten minutes is coming to an end. He’s internally praying that you ask him to stay behind for another personal picture, but he knows the realistic chances of that happening twice are slim.

You hug Ned and Harry one last time, rubbing their upper shoulders as you wave them off. “Please come back! I hope I can find you at the show tonight.” You smile. Peter lingers for an extra second before following the boys. Your voice stops him, however.

“Peter,” you call softly with a shy smile. “Do you want another picture? Without your friends?”

He smiles at your familiar offer, nodding enthusiastically. His arm wraps around your waist, yours around his neck. This time, it’s him who kisses your cheek while you look into the camera with a smile. Peter can feel his insides melting at what he’s doing. His lips are against your cheek and he doesn’t know how he’s not externally freaking out.

When the photo is taken, you separate with smiles. “I really hope to see you again.”

“Me too,” Peter admits with a blush. “I was wondering if… I could get your number?” He scratches the back of his neck out of habit. “Sorry if I just read everything wrong! That was probably super inappropriate- you can just forget that I’m so-”

“I think that’s a great idea,” You cut him off. “You’ll have to promise me that you won't spread it around, though.” You offer a sly smile and Peter’s stance perks up, his blush spreading like a wildfire. He hands you his phone, which was luckily a recent purchase thanks to Mr. Stark, after Peter broke it during a fight as Spiderman.

“I-I promise.”

“Good. Call me sometime, Peter.”

Peter decides right then and there that he loves the way his name falls from your lips. He loves how you sometimes sing-song your words without even knowing it. Maybe it’s weird, being your super fan and knowing absolutely everything about your life, but he knows from the feeling in his heart that he’s going to start loving you in a very different way.

And you feel the same.

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franeridart · 3 years

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Anon said: Ahh I really love your art, especially the way you present your story telling in the comics!! I smile every time I see them on my timeline haha thanks for making my (and likely many others) day! Wishing you all the best!!

Thank you so much!!!!! Especially glad to hear you think my comics’ storytelling works ;O; it means a lot!

Anon said: your satosugu arts give me life omg it's so beautiful and i love how smitten gojou is in all of them😭❤️ thank you for giving us pleasant escape from the disaster that is canon

AH GOSH thank you!!! Gojo lives all his feelings to the fullest doesn’t he! He’s a lot of fun to think about as happy and in love, he gives of the feeling of a warm hug to me ;; back in high school Geto was more reserved with his feelings, but I think he’d show it in his own very soft ways.....ahhhhh man, I love them ;;

Anon said: Your Satosugu is giving me life and also the fluff i need because HOLY SHIT THOSE CHAPTERS ;-;

I KNOW gege really looked at the old gen and went “enough with these dudes” huh lmao but I’m excited to see how everything is gonna turn out from now on! Esp since having been abandoned by the elders the protags are gonna have at the same time more options and less wiggle room.......... interesting!! Can’t wait!

Anon said: hey hey hey i just found your acc and i'm so invested in it already GDJSKALA I LOVE YOUR ART as a beginner like can't draw a circle beginner i truly admire your work also do you have any tips on what i should do to improve my art? because i'm on the brink of giving up istg cause my progress is just none there's no progress idk what to do like pls help me HAHAHHAHA idk what to watch how to practice what to do nothing absolutely nothing but i'm trying my best to hang on cause whenever i keep seeing artists like you it just makes me hang on and be like just keep going but even though i say that i'm going nowhere still so pls help... - 🍄

Ah man, I’m glad I can make you feel like keeping trying!! I answered an ask like this a while back here and I can’t say I have anything new to say on the matter? I hope it’ll help you! In the end the biggest suggestion I can give you is to try to figure out what it is that you want to draw and just draw it! Even if you don’t know how to, just draw it the way you can! As long as the act of drawing itself makes you happy more than the final result you’ll keep up with it and the improvement will come for sure!

Anon said: your art always brightens my day. thank you for sharing it!

Thank you for liking it!!! ;;O;;

Anon said: Idk anything about jujutsu kaisen (I hope I write it well), but seeing your fanarts tempts me to start watching it 😍😍😍

I hope you’ll like it if you do try it!!!!! It’s not a story for everyone, but it is a great story for its own genre! And the studio animating it is doing a wonderful job of making it a work of art too TT0TT

Anon said: Hi! Don’t mean to bother but I wanted to let you know that the user yslkeii on tik tok has reposted some of your art. It’s the “some of my favorite dilfs” video, I think the thumbnail is a photo of Levi Ackerman. She knows that none of the artists in the vid allow reposts but won’t take it down so I figured I’d let them know

Thanks for letting me know! Sadly, I have literally no clue how to act on this for tik tok orz if they could at least credit................ I’m not even too opposted to having my stuff used in videos if there’s credit...................................sigh

Anon said: Hello, I was wondering if I could use some of your old mha art as a reference? I won’t post it anywhere, or trace your work I promise!

Sure you can!! If you don’t mean to post it you don’t even need to ask for permission! Just, you know, my stuff is full of mistakes everywhere so don’t take it too much as a good source for proper anatomy reference and stuff like that!

Anon said: a thought i've been sitting on, having not seen it, that is sending me. gojo/geto color pallet swap

You know, I did see that a while back! White-haired Geto and black-haired Gojo, it was stunning! Didn’t look much like themselves though, Gojo especially hahaha the white hair is really distinctive of him, isn’t it? With it black he kinda looks like first-year!Yuuta with sunglasses hahaha

Anon said: Hey! How you doing? So, i wanted to ask you if I could use one of your Kamijirou's fanarts in my Twitter edit, with credits of course! I hope you get mad with this shitty ask, i totally understand if you don't let me use, is your right ♡

I’d prefer it if you didn’t, sorry!!

Anon said: huhghhuhfjfjd i was scrolling thru your art and i hit a todokiribaku thing you made for a friend an d honestly that's all ive ever needed in life. your friend's taste is impeccable *sobs*

She does doesn’t she!! That’s still one golden ot3, I doubt that’s gonna change any time soon

Anon said: sfdghffgdgd gojo has the right idea. they should just make out

They should!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I wish they had!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Anon said: i've been looking at your art for months and i //just// realized you've started drawing noses from different angles *facepalm*

I’m trying my best!! It’s one of the things that limited my style the most AND one of the most difficult things for me to tackle, so I’m giving it a shot but still, you know, expect them to stay inconsistent for a while haha

Anon said: so five ish years ago i followed you for haikyuu, then got into bnha through your art and now im very tempted to watch jujutsu kaisen because of you as well

ANON!!!!!! I’m so glad and happy you kept me company this long and through this many fandoms!!!! TTATT if you do try jjk I hope you’ll like it! And if you don’t and decide to leave that’s okay too, I’m just really grateful you stuck around this long already!!! ;;A;; <3<3

#fran answers #long post #have you guys listened to the new hayley williams album btw #i've been listening to it on repeat #getting my stsg feelings all over the place hahaha #sorry miss williams #break-up/i still love you though songs are a one track train for me lately #ah also #jjk spoilers #since we talk about stsg and all #:D

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tartagliaxx · 2 years

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HOLY FUCKING SHIT

thank you so much for that xiao x villain!reader😭😭 I’m so glad you didn’t forget and that’s very sweet of you to write it all for me. The writing is making me feel some typpa way like you got me shedding tears at this point. The writing was so good and an absolute joy to read! So poetic, so deep, so divine. No like really. I’m so touched. AHH I cant believe this, no, I cant The amount of details….. it really shows how much effort you put into this. I’m drooling for more 😤😳 im peeing?crying? Screaming? The writing… oh and the dialogue… oh wow… just wow. I love it bestie. Love. it. “they hurt you xiao. every day, they hurt you. i’ve seen the way they laugh and smile while you die for them; bit by bit, until all you knew was pain. if it weren’t for them and their twisted desires, you’d be happy and safe. if it weren’t for your contract with rex lapis, you’d be free,“ —( I’m tattooing this on my arm😩🤤😱)

YOOOOOO OMG IM SO HYPED????? i’m happy you liked it!! i acc really loved how it turned out and i had sm fun writing it and just… delving into the intricacies of a tragic love story like that was a very great experience. again, i’m very sorry that it took so long though… i’m hoping that the content made up for it at least? and please 😭😭😭 imagine tattooing an entire paragraph— ig you do you bestie ☠️ anw, thank you for coming all the way to say this! i appreciate all the feedback i get from people who requested. it really makes my day and rn, i’m just shitting myself while buzzing bc you ended up liking it as well 😊💕✨

#—𝐜𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐧𝐬

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izzyfandoms · 4 years

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Sleepality - Inky Freckles

SHIPS: Sleepality, background Virmile and Thomgan, and mentioned Dukeceit (though neither of them show up)

WARNINGS: Remus sends one text message with an implied threat (not towards the recipient), very very background sympathetic deceit and remus (they aren't acc in any scenes), mild swearing

GENERAL TAGLIST: @quillfics42 @ajdraws0430 @phantomofthesanderssides @creativity-killed-thekitten @phlying-squirrel @sly-is-my-name-loving-is-my-game @because-were-fam-ily @imtryingthisout @a-creepycookie @emo-disaster @littlestr @spooky-scary-virgil @fuyel @mimsidoodles @soupgremlin @aroaceagenderfluid @birdsbookshiddeninrealbirdsskin @quirkalurk @gingers-trashy-stuff @iinyxtello @justaqueercactus @melodiread

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Patton chewed distractedly on the end of his pen, tapping his foot on his bedroom floor as his eyes remained on his clock, watching as the seconds and the minutes ticked by.

Five minutes. Ten seconds.

Five minutes and ten seconds until the moment he turned sixteen.

January 15th, 1:46 am on the dot: the exact date and time of Patton’s birth. Precisely sixteen years after that moment, his soul would open up, and the bond between him and his soulmate would be formed, like an invisible string from one soul to the other. Any ink spilled on Patton’s skin would show up on his soulmate’s, too, and vice versa. Of course, nothing would happen if Patton’s soulmate wasn’t also sixteen yet, but it was still a big moment in his young life.

(If he even had a soulmate, that was. Most people didn’t, but Patton wouldn’t lie and say he wasn’t hopeful.)

Four minutes. Thirty-six seconds.

Patton got up from his desk, pacing around the room a few times before sitting down on his bed, leaning back against the pillows and pulling his knees to his chest. Despite the coolness of his room, and the goose-bumps on his arms, he was dressed in a worn blue t-shirt and pyjama shorts, revealing as much skin as possible, just in case. His father, Roman, had gifted him a new pack of pens – the ones made specially to be safe for skin – and he’d picked out the glittery light blue one, his favourite colour, ready to write.

Three minutes. Twelve seconds.

“Come on, come on, come on,” Patton mumbled.

Three minutes. Seven seconds.

He yawned loudly, stretching and almost dropping his pen. It was late – much later than he usually stayed up. Patton was a well-behaved kid; he went to bed when his father told him to, never stayed out past curfew. He was usually fast asleep by 11pm at latest, so this was rather unusual for him.

Tonight was one of a kind, after all.

Two minutes. Fifty-one seconds.

The tick of the clock was maddeningly slow, every second seeming to take hours. Patton couldn’t wait for when he didn’t have to keep watching.

He reached over to his bedside table, taking his phone and switching it on.

There was one new message, from his uncle Remus, sent a few minutes ago.

UNCLE REMUS

tell your soulmate if he ever hurts you ill rip off his dick and shove it down his throat

Patton sighed, switching off his phone and placing it back down beside him. He wasn’t sure why his uncle was so certain that he had a soulmate – he claimed it was because he was psychic, though his husband, Janus, had chided him and told him not to get Patton’s hopes up.

It was hard not to be hopeful. Impossible.

One minute. Forty-nine seconds.

Patton chewed nervously on his lip, looking over his freckled arms and wondering what exactly he’d write to his soulmate.

Would a simple ‘hello’ suffice?

There was no point in writing a whole paragraph, especially when it was statistically unlikely that Patton even had a soulmate – and even if he did, perhaps they were younger, and their connection wouldn’t start until his soulmate turned sixteen, too.

One minute. Zero seconds.

A minute. A minute. A minute. Just a minute until Patton (maybe) talked to his soulmate for the first time. That was so little time – though it felt like so much.

Patton couldn’t help but burst into delighted laughter, and he was sure that if anybody was watching him, they’d think he was insane. The hope bubbled up inside him, like a cup overflowing with water, unable to be suppressed.

Fifty seconds.

He moved forward, and then lay down on his back, spreading his arms out like a starfish.

Patton tried to keep the hope down, tried to keep it from spilling over even more. Or maybe that was nausea, swirling in his stomach, but it almost felt too good to be that. Too happy. Too excited. Both, maybe.

Forty seconds.

Patton twirled the pen in his hand.

It slipped from his fingers, hitting the carpet with a quiet thump.

He bent down – wobbling slightly and nearly tumbling right off his bed – picking it back up and then sitting up again. He moved so his back was pressed against the wall, and tilted his head up to look at the pattern at the ceiling, counting each swirl.

He glanced back at the clock.

Twenty seconds.

His heart thumped loudly in his chest, and his eyes remained on the clock, watching it tick.

Ten seconds.

Nine.

Eight.

Seven.

Six.

Five.

Four.

Three.

Two.

One.

Zero.

Zero. Zero. Zero.

Patton sat up straight, squeezing the pen tightly, so tightly that his nails dug into his palm.

He pulled off the cap, dropping it on the bed beside him and holding the tip just above his wrist. His hand shook (nervousness or excitement? Both) as he pondered what to write for another moment.

He pressed the pen to his skin.

Hello?

Hopefully that was good enough.

Patton waited a few seconds, almost a whole minute, and then sighed, leaning back so his head hit the wall and closing his eyes. He was disappointed, but he knew that it was his own fault. He shouldn’t have let himself get so hopeful. Maybe he didn’t have a soulmate – that was alright, his uncles weren’t soulmates and yet they were wonderfully happy together.

(But his brother, Emile, did have a soulmate, and there was something amazing about the way he and Virgil could practically read each other’s minds, communicating effortlessly without saying a word. Patton wanted that. He really, desperately wanted that, more than anything else in the world.)

He wouldn’t cry.

He wanted to cry, but he wouldn’t.

His lower lip trembled.

All of a sudden, Patton felt a funny sensation on his wrist, like someone else was writing on it – the non-existent pen so light on his skin he almost couldn’t feel it. Almost.

Patton’s eyes shot open, and he immediately lifted his wrist to stare at it, wide-eyed.

His breath stuttered at the words now written in black ink just below his greeting.

holy shit

Before Patton could truly process what was going on, before he could regain his breath, the sensation resumed, and more words began to appear below those first ones.

guess im ur soulmate lol

Patton couldn’t help but giggle, practically vibrating with excitement.

He picked his pen back up, ignoring the slight stain he’d left on his bedsheets. He’d spilt enough juice and milk on his bed to care about one little stain, especially right now, when he had a much more important thing to focus on.

Oh my gosh!!!!!!

Soulmate!!!

Im Patton!

Patton Picani!!!

thats a lot of exclamation marks babe

Nervousness tinged the edges of Patton’s bubble of excitement, enough that he almost didn’t notice the use of the word ‘babe’, which made his heart skip a beat.

sorry

not a bad thing

its cute

Patton bit his lip, wiggling excitedly as his heartrate increased. He watched as the words continued coming. They were messy, but Patton was sure the handwriting was the prettiest he’d ever seen, though he could admit that he might’ve been a little biased. He would read a million books written in this handwriting.

im Remy

Sanders

my bdays acc the 16th lol

tomorrow

i turn 17

Its my birthday today!!!!

Only after Patton wrote that did he realise how obvious it was – of course it was his birthday – but he didn’t particularly care. The ticking of the clock had faded into background noise, and it was hard to believe it had ever annoyed him so much, though it was impossible for him to think of anything negative right now. He was floating on cloud nine.

happy birthday

were running out of arm space

id have to strip to get leg room

wanna gimme ur number?

Okay!!!

They quickly exchanged phone numbers, and Patton immediately grabbed his phone, creating a new contact labelled ‘Remy’ followed by seven colourful hearts – a rainbow of love. But before he could text Remy, Remy texted him first.

REMY:

what time is it for u

Patton glanced at the clock.

PATTON:

Almost 2am

REMY:

same

Realisation struck Patton, and his eyes widened with guilt and concern. He bit his lip, and quickly resumed typing.

PATTON:

Oh my gosh im so sorry!!!! Did I wake you up?

REMY:

nah babe dw bout it

i was already up

i always sleep late

PATTON:

That sounds unhealthy :(

Get some rest!!!

REMY:

u sound like my dads lol

PATTON:

What are they like?

REMY:

my dads?

its just the three of us

their names are logan and thomas and theyre the sappiest motherfuckers on earth

gotta love em tho

theyre gonna be real thrilled when they find out bout u

bet theyll love you right away

wbu

whats ur fam like

PATTON:

Oh! Well ive got my dad

His name’s Roman

He works in theatre!!! Hes so cool

And I’ve got my older brother Emile hes 22 and hes a therapist

He uses cartoons to help people!!

Hes also got a soulmate his name is Virgil and hes a florist

They got married last year and the wedding was so much fun!!! So many pretty flowers!!!

And I’ve got my uncle Remus hes my dads twin hes a writer and his husband Janus is a lawyer theyre also both so cool!!!

And that’s everyone!!

REMY:

if theyre all as sweet as u sugar then im sure ur all v popular

PATTON:

Well we do have dinner with our neighbours a lot!!!

Mrs Smith gives me lots of candy

Its often stale but I eat it anyway cos shes just so sweet!

Sweeter than her candy lol

Patton’s door suddenly swung open, and he jumped, his phone slipping from his fingers and landing right in his lap. His father, Roman, stepped inside, yawning and rubbing his eyes, wincing at the bright light that hung from the ceiling.

“You still up, Pat?” He asked sleepily.

He squinted, his eyes landing on the still-on phone in Patton’s lap.

“Who are you te- by the glittering horn of a unicorn! Is that writing on your arm?” He sat down, taking Patton’s arm and looking over the words. He then glanced back up at his son, his eyes shining excitedly. “You have a soulmate,” He breathed.

“I do!” Patton exclaimed, bouncing excitedly in place. “His name is Remy and he turns seventeen tomorrow and he’s just so cool!”

Roman beamed. “Wow, I’m so incredibly happy for you, Pat!” He said. Then, he chuckled, his smile turning a little teasing. “But... it’s late, and you really should be sleeping. And I’m betting that Remy should be, too.”

Patton pouted a little. “But it’s a Friday! I don’t have any school tomorrow.”

“But the family’s coming over tomorrow at 10 for your birthday, and I know you. You’re gonna be all grumbly in the morning, instead of our happy-pappy Patton, and that’ll be even worse the less sleep you get.”

Patton drooped, like a little wilting flower, but couldn’t deny that his father was right.

“Okay...” He frowned, picking up his phone, switching off the screen without looking at it, and holding it against his chest. “Can I at least say night to Remy, first?”

Roman smiled. “Sure.”

He leant forward, squeezing Patton’s arm supportively, before pressing a quick kiss to his son’s forehead. Roman gave him one last smile, affectionately ruffling his hair, before pulling back and standing up. He brushed the non-existent dirt from his pyjamas.

“Goodnight, Pat,” He said. “And happy birthday.”

In the excitement that was talking to Remy, Patton had almost forgotten that it was his birthday, and he blinked in surprise as Roman left the room, quietly shutting the door behind him.

Patton then took a deep breath, before switching his phone back on to see whatever messages he’d missed.

REMY:

u rlly r an angel huh

PATTON:

Awwwww!!

Your making me blush

REMY:

thats the goal babe

PATTON:

Such a flirt!!

REMY:

im gonna be ten times more flirty when i get to see ur pretty face in person

PATTON:

How do you know Im pretty?

You havent even seen me yet

REMY:

i can just tell

im awesome like that

i bet ur the cutest person in the whole damn world

the whole damn universe

but while were on the subject of seeing each other

were waiting to meet naturally right?

PATTON:

Yeah!

Its good luck

REMY:

yea

PATTON:

Welp!!!

Dad says I gotta go to sleep now!!

Night <3<3<3

REMY:

night xoxox

Patton switched off his phone, placing it on his bedside table and getting off the bed. He wobbled slightly as he stood up, suddenly realising how tired he really was, and quickly walked up to his fairy lights, switching them on before switching off the main light. He then climbed back into bed, settling in the soft nest of pastel pillows and blankets, and his last thought before he fell asleep was of his soulmate.

He barely knew Remy, but he already couldn’t wait to spend the rest of his life with him.

***

The sound of the alarm from Remy’s phone rang through the room, waking him up suddenly. His immediate reaction was to groan, shutting it off quickly and then returning to the warm comfort of his mattress and pillows and blanket. It was the weekend, he had no plans, so if his dads wanted him up, they could come in and get him up themselves. Remy wanted to sleep.

Then, the memories of the night before flooded back to him, and he shot up in bed, pulling out his arm and staring at it wide-eyed.

The words Patton had written last night had now been washed away – likely to leave room for new words and new conversations – whilst Remy’s words still remained, though now a little smudged and faded. The only sign that Patton’s words had ever been there in the first place was the new word on his wrist, just below his palm, in baby blue, like the ones before.

Morning <3

Remy grinned, jumping out of bed much more enthusiastically than he usually did, grabbing the black pen on his bedside table and rushing to the bathroom, thankfully not bumping into either of his dads on the way there.

He washed his arms as quickly as he could, leaving them a little sore and red, though he didn’t care, and uncapped his pen with his teeth, leaving the lid in his mouth.

mornin

!!!!!

Do you always get up this late?

Remy laughed. The handwriting was a little larger and a little neater than his, and each i was dotted with a heart, which made him even more convinced that his soulmate was probably the cutest person on earth.

what time is it

10:30

later usually

what time did u get up

8:30

oof

i could never

What do you do for school then?

suffer

Remy took the pen lid out of his mouth, pocketing it and twirling the uncapped pen between his fingers, watching as more light blue words appeared on his arm. The sensation was feather-light, barely there, but impossible to ignore.

Aww no!!

I don’t want you to suffer :(

dw babe ive got coffee

life saver

id die without it

100%

Well make sure you don’t drink too much!!!!

Its bad for you!!

dw my dad always tells me that

he keeps an eye on it

Which one?

logan

Okay

There was a brief pause, and Remy almost continued writing, but he got the feeling that Patton wasn’t done, so he just waited patiently, tapping his foot against the tiled bathroom floor.

Do you mind if I doodle on my arms?

I usually do when Im bored but I thought Id ask

I wont if you don’t want me to tho

go ahead

what do u doodle?

I usually just connect my freckles

Like little constellations!!!!

It was impossible to keep the grin on Remy’s face from widening – Patton's enthusiasm was adorable and infectious – and he sat down on the edge of the bathtub, crossing one leg over the other as he pressed his pen to his skin and continued writing.

u got a lot of freckles?

Yup!

Theyre everywhere

everywhere?

Yeah!

one day

im gonna kiss every single one of your freckles

(Perhaps that was a little bold for only their second conversation, but Remy was a natural flirt, and Patton was his soulmate, after all. He’d back down at any sign of discomfort, but so far Patton had seemed receptive.)

every single one

Thats a lot of kisses

not enough

but itll be a good start

A little, swirly scribble appeared just beside the words Remy had written – the universal key-smash equivalent for soulmates writing on their skin. Just the thought that he was already able to fluster Patton so easily made Remy very, very happy. He grinned.

Gtg! Presents time!

Ill talk to you later <3<3<3

later xoxo

Remy fished the pen lid back out of his pocket, capping the pen and pocketing it. He then strolled back out of the bathroom, down the stairs, and towards the kitchen.

His fathers were both sat at the kitchen table, eating breakfast and talking. Their legs were pressed together under the table, and it was clear they’d just been flirting. Both Logan and Thomas looked up when Remy entered the room, surprised.

“What kind of natural disaster got you up before midday?” Thomas joked.

Remy waved his arm, showing off the writing, and Logan choked on his coffee. Thomas patted his back a few times worriedly, and Remy waited impatiently for the conversation to resume, tapping his foot against the floor.

“Is that what I think it is?” Logan asked incredulously, once he was breathing again.

Remy nodded. “Yup. Can I make coffee?”

Thomas nodded slowly, but it was clear he was much more focused on the previous topic at hand.

“You have a soulmate?” He asked. “Oh my gosh! What’s their name? Aren’t you gonna tell us about them?”

“Well, his name’s Patton,” Remy began, heading towards the coffee machine and immediately getting to work to make himself a large mug. “It’s his birthday today – it was actually, like, 2am, or something – and he’s real cute. I think you’ll both like him.”

Thomas exchanged a look with his husband – the former much more openly thrilled, whilst the latter looked more confused, though undeniably pleased. He then stood up, opening his arms immediately.

“I think this calls for a family hug,” Thomas grinned.

Logan sighed, but put his own coffee mug back down, getting up obediently.

Remy groaned. “Really? Before my coffee? Do I have to?”

“Yup! Right now,” Thomas said, wrapping one arm around Logan’s waist and resting his chin on his head, keeping his other arm outstretched, awaiting their son. “This is a big moment! It calls for a family hug. C’mere.”

“There is no point refusing, Remy,” Logan said dryly. “I learnt that a long time ago.”

“Aww, you love me.”

“Of course. That is why we got married, after all.”

Remy groaned again. “Are you two really flirting, right now? Gross.”

“Well, if you want us to stop flirting, you’re gonna have to join the hug.”

Remy sighed exaggeratedly, dragging his feet as he walked up to his dads, reluctantly joining the family hug. Then, he pulled back as quickly as he could get away with, making a face and turning back to the coffee machine. He quickly made himself a large mug – with excessive amounts of milk and sugar, something his father would usually criticise, though he seemed to turn a blind eye for today.

Remy then sat down at the table, beside Thomas, sipping eagerly at his coffee and leaning back in his chair.

His fathers didn’t take their eyes off of his arm, clearly reading the words, and after about a minute, Remy rolled his eyes, placing the coffee on his table and crossing his arms.

“What are you looking at?”

“Attitude, Remy,” Thomas sighed. “Be nice. And we’re looking at your arm because we’re excited! You have a soulmate, that’s a really big deal! We should celebrate.”

Remy perked up. “Celebrate?”

Logan nodded in agreement. “Perhaps tonight we could have dinner at the Italian place that you like.”

“Ooh, the one with that fancy pasta?”

“Weren’t we planning on going there tomorrow?” Thomas asked his husband.

Remy blinked, surprised. “We were?”

Thomas blinked, and then gave his husband a slightly sheepish smile. “I don’t think I was supposed to tell you that.”

Logan sighed. “Well, I think we can put that off for tomorrow, then. Today... you may invite a few friends over.” Remy opened his mouth, but Logan quickly continued, interrupting him before he could speak. “Three friends, maximum. No parties.”

Remy pouted. “Only three? Lame.”

“If you complain, we’ll bring it down to two.”

“Three sounds great!”

***

Patton picked up his phone, holding it to his ear as he paced casually around his room.

“Emile!” He greeted. “How are you?”

“Happy birthday, Pat!” Emile greeted cheerfully, and Patton could practically hear the usual smile on his face. “And I’m doing great. Virgil invited his brother to dinner yesterday, so that was fun, and I had a real breakthrough with one of my clients, too. You?”

“I’m good! Hey, do you think this counts as Remy and my anniversary? I mean, I know we haven’t actually really met, yet, but it’s been a year since we first spoke, and we are soulmates. Does that count? Would it be weird to count it?”

Emile hummed. “I think that if you want it to count, it counts.”

“That’s a bit vague,” Patton sighed.

Emile laughed. “That’s just how it works, I’m afraid. How is Remy anyway? It’s his birthday tomorrow, right?”

Patton perked up at the opportunity to talk about his soulmate. “Remy’s great! He got a new job at the Starbucks near his house; he’s pretty excited about it. And yup, it’s his birthday tomorrow! He turns eighteen. It’s a funny coincidence, isn’t it? That our birthdays are so close?”

“It’s actually a lot more common for soulmates to have these similarities than you’d think,” Emile said. “Close birthdays, close locations, things like that. I mean, Virgil and I were both born in the same hospital.”

“Really? Oh, that’s cool!” Patton smiled.

He sat down on his bed, pulling his legs up to sit cross-legged, and moving so his back was against the wall, half-sitting on one of his pillows.

“Yup! I’ve researched a lot about these things,” Emile said. “And- oh, Virgil, there you are!”

Patton heard rustling on the other end of the line, like Emile was temporarily putting his phone down, probably to greet and kiss his husband. He waited patiently, humming a song from the Steven Universe movie and drumming his fingers against his leg. His eyes scanned the various words written across his arms. Shiny black and glittery light blue. There were doodles, too – lines connecting the dots of his freckles, done by himself, and little stars and moons and hearts by Remy.

Then the rustling resumed, more movement, and Patton stopped humming.

“Morning, Pat,” Virgil greeted.

Patton smiled. “Virgil! How’s work going?”

“Not bad. I helped a guy arrange a hate-bouquet for his ex-boyfriend yesterday, so that was fun.”

“Sounds interesting!”

Virgil hummed in agreement, and it sounded like he was nodding. “I’m gonna hand the phone back to Emile, now. Happy birthday, kid.”

“Thanks!”

There was another moment of rustling, and then Emile returned.

“Okay, Virgil and I have to get to work,” Emile said. “We’re stopping by later for dinner, dad already knows. And, before you ask, no I will not tell you what your gift is, you’re gonna have to wait and see.”

Patton pouted. “Aww, okay. Bye!”

“Bye!”

Patton hung up the phone, before switching over to the texting app, and opening up his conversation with Remy.

PATTON

Hey im running out of space

So im gonna clean my arm

Can you too?

Remy responded almost immediately, as he usually did.

REMY

sure

one sec

Patton smiled, getting up and pocketing his phone. He headed over to the bathroom, quickly scrubbing away the words on his arms (he could leave the ones still remaining on his legs and torso, for now), and watching as Remy’s words disappeared at about the same time.

He then returned to his bedroom, sitting back down on his bed and fetching and uncapping his favourite pen.

The moment the tip of his pen touched his skin, a small black dot appeared just below it, like Remy was doing the exact same on his side – unintentionally trying to write in unison. All of a sudden, a wave of peace and happiness washed over Patton, but the emotions didn’t come from within himself. No, they came from an outside source, from somewhere else. Not from him.

From Remy.

At first, Patton was confused, disoriented, and then his heart skipped a beat, and he lifted his pen from his wrist.

The feeling stopped.

He then returned the pen to his wrist, creating another dot of light blue ink. For a moment, nothing happened, the feeling didn’t return, but then a small black speck appeared just beside his.

This time, the happiness was joined by an almost cautious excitement, tinged with something else.

What was it?

Love?

Love.

It felt like Patton was loving himself, except the love came from elsewhere, it came from Remy. Like a warm, comfortable blanket of love, wrapping around him and keeping him safe.

Patton beamed, wide and toothy and delighted, leaning back against the pillows and practically wiggling with excitement, careful to keep his pen tip on his wrist. A similar, thrilled feeling came back at him, and Patton quickly realised that whatever feelings he was getting from Remy, Remy was probably getting some very similar feelings in return from him.

damn babe

either something v weird is happening to me or thats ur feelings im feeling

I can feel it too!!!

Oh my gosh!

good i was worried i might be drunk

Have you been drinking?

nah thats why i was worried lmao

would be v weird to be drunk with no booze

Well that sure would be unusual!

The feelings from Remy weren’t constant, they only surfaced when both Patton and Remy were writing at once – flashes of emotions that were practically addicting. He wanted to keep feeling those feelings forever.

this is v weird

on and off

think itll get more constant the more we talk?

like we wont need to be both writing at the same time to feel it or smth?

Yeah!

I think so

Thats what happened with Em and Virge at least

cool

cant wait

There was a brief pause, and then Remy’s writing resumed.

can we doodle?

might make the empathy connection thingy better

Sure!

Patton giggled, unable to help himself, before pressing the tip of his pen to one of his freckles and drawing a thin line from it to another. Then another and another and another. Over and around the written words. He wasn’t making any specific shape or pattern in particular, just connecting the numerous dots. As he did this, Patton felt new shapes and doodles appearing on his legs, though he couldn’t see them through his trousers. Hearts and stars and moons and pawprints, most likely. The last one was new – Patton’s favourite.

He could feel Remy’s peace and contentment and love (love, love), like it was flowing through the air and seeping through his skin, filling him with happiness. Sometimes, it even increased for a brief moment, usually just after Patton’s happiness bubbled over into delighted giggles. It was a cycle – happiness creating happiness creating happiness.

Patton loved Remy. Remy loved Patton.

Love. Love. Love.

***

“Hey, Remy!”

Remy glanced up from his phone, straightening up as noticed and watched his best friend, Toby, approaching him. His foot tapped impatiently against the pavement, and his sunglasses were on to shield his eyes from bright midday sun.

“Gurl, what was taking you so long?” Remy complained, stuffing his phone into his pocket and crossing his arms, practically pouting. “I’ve been waiting here for, like, hours.”

Toby gave him a dry look. “I’m ten minutes late.”

“And that’s, like, ten hours in gay-and-in-a-hurry time.”

“In a hurry? What the hell are we even doing? Your text was very vague.”

��Well, it’s my dad’s birthday in a-”

“Which one?”

“Thomas. Bitch, stop interrupting me.”

Toby laughed, and Remy glared at him. He held his hands up defensively in mock surrender, and then gestured for Remy to continue.

“Anyway, it’s my dad’s birthday on Sunday and I’m supposed to get him a gift. I dunno what, though, so you’re gonna help me.”

“I’m pretty sure you know him better than I do.”

Remy shushed him. “Gurl, I am not letting you get out of helping me. So, we’re going to-”

He suddenly froze, going silent. Remy’s brow then creased, too, and after a moment of stillness he began to rapidly pat his arms and legs, like he was looking for something, though he didn’t seem to find it. Toby gave him a bewildered look.

“Dude, what are you doing?”

“I can feel Patton’s emotions,” Remy said.

He could, but only barely – just little hints of Patton, pricking the edges of his soul – much less than he was used to, but still impossible to ignore. He was used to these feelings by now, always recognising them immediately, though this time it was... different.

“Okay... so, he’s writing to you? Isn’t that normal?”

Remy looked back at him, looking just as confused as Toby. “No, he isn’t. He isn’t writing to me. No ink.”

“He... isn’t?”

“I can always feel it,” Remy explained. “Always. But not right now. Why... why-” He froze, his eyes widening behind his dark sunglasses.

“What?”

“He must be close. He must- oh my god, he must be close!” Remy looked around quickly, at all of the surrounding pedestrians. None of them looked right – none of them were Patton – but he could practically sense him. He was so close.

Toby blinked. “Really?” He asked incredulously.

“Yes. Yes, really. I know what I’m talking about!” Remy exclaimed, perhaps a little harsher than intended. “The empath shit only happens when you write or when you’re close. Gurl, that’s, like, common knowledge.”

Toby held his hands up. “Right, uh... sorry.” He cleared his throat. “So, how are we gonna find him?”

Remy’s brow scrunched up in thought. “I don’t know.”

His best friend shrugged, even more lost than he was.

“Maybe... maybe...” Remy continued, trailing off, before he suddenly straightened up. “It’ll get stronger the closer I get to him, so I just have to follow where it’s stronger, right? Like... like getting warmer and colder.”

Toby nodded slowly. “That makes sense. So, uh, walk around, and we’ll go in the direction that makes it stronger.”

Remy immediately began to pace in circles around Toby, pulling a slightly panicked face when at one point the feeling completely disappeared. Then, it got stronger, a wave of anticipation and curiosity, nervousness and excitement.

It suddenly hit Remy that if he could feel Patton, then Patton could feel him, too.

Patton was probably looking for him.

The corners of Remy’s lips twitched up into a smile. He was practically oozing excitement, and it was contagious, as Patton’s also seemed to increase – even Toby began smiling, too.

Toby patted him on the shoulder.

“Go on, follow your gut. I’ll be right behind you.”

Remy immediately turned on his heel, sprinting in the direction the emotions seemed to be coming from, and Toby almost tripped over his own feet following him. The empathy got stronger and stronger and stronger with every step, until it was even stronger than it usually was, and as his excitement further increased, so did Patton’s.

He rounded a corner, and immediately ran right into someone running at a similar speed, and they both tumbled to the ground with two loud thumps.

“Ah, fuck,” Remy groaned, closing his eyes and massaging the bridge of his nose as a jolt of pain shot down his leg.

“Oof,” The other boy winced.

His voice was like a bell, ringing through the air: suddenly the only sound that Remy could hear.

That was when Remy realised that Patton’s emotions were now equal to his own – mixing together in Remy’s soul until they were one and the same. It was almost like they were thinking and feeling as one, which was rather disorienting, to say the least.

Patton... Patton was right in front of him.

Remy opened his eyes, immediately coming face-to-face with the most gorgeous person he had even seen – a wide-eyed and freckled boy, about a year younger than Remy, staring back at him with parted lips and an equally startled expression. He was wearing a blue and grey t-shirt, showing off his arms and the words Remy had written to him today, and all the constellations he’d doodled on his own skin. Now, Remy could see the stars that he’d been missing, and, in his opinion, they were even better than the ones in the night sky.

Patton.

Patton, Patton, Patton.

“Patton,” Remy breathed.

“Remy.”

Remy laughed, uncontrolled and loud and delighted, sitting up straight and taking Patton’s hand in his own, squeezing it. It was warm and soft, Remy never wanted to let go, and when Patton squeezed back, he felt... complete. Perfect. Heaven.

Patton smiled – like a shining sun, one that thankfully didn’t hurt to look at, as Remy couldn’t take his eyes off of it.

“Wow,” Remy laughed. “You’re... wow.”

“Wow,” Patton echoed.

People were probably staring at them – Toby included – but Remy couldn’t take his eyes off of Patton to check. Patton seemed to be doing similarly, his eyes slowly taking in every part of Remy’s body, before returning to his face, staring into his eyes.

Patton’s eyes were brown, like honey in the sunlight. Beautiful.

“It’s... it’s nice to finally meet you,” Patton said softly.

“Likewise.”

There was a beat.

“You are gorgeous,” Remy continued, the words coming out before he could stop himself. He almost regretted blurting it out, but then Patton’s face turned a particularly pretty shade of pink, and Remy immediately grinned.

Patton squeezed his hand. “You, too.”

“Oh, I know I’m hot, babe,” Remy said, making Patton giggle. “But you, you’re... you’re an angel. Like, damn, how the hell did I get so lucky? I must’ve done something really freaking amazing in a past life to have deserved you.”

“You’re even more of a flirt in person,” Patton smiled, a little teasingly.

Remy laughed. “I mean, I’m pretty sure I warned you.”

“You did,” Patton said, smiling fondly.

“Is it too soon to ask if I can kiss you?” Remy asked suddenly. His tone of voice was casual, like he was joking, but they both knew – Patton could probably sense – that he was serious.

Patton didn’t hesitate, answering quickly. “No. I mean, yes. I mean... no, it’s not too soon. Please?”

Remy didn’t waste any time, reaching forward, carefully cradling Patton’s face in his hand and kissing him gently. His lips were soft and warm and Remy never wanted to stop kissing him. Patton covered Remy’s hand with his own free one, kissing back a little clumsily, though it was without a doubt enthusiastic.

Then, he got a little too enthusiastic, and Remy tumbled backwards, pulling Patton along with him.

They broke apart, and after a moment of startled – slightly awkward – silence, they both started laughing loudly, and Patton climbed off of him. He finally stood up, holding out his hand and helping Remy up, too.

The pedestrians that had been watching them had mostly all moved on by now, leaving only Toby hovering awkwardly nearby. He had his phone out, trying to distract himself, give them some privacy, though he was undeniably still keeping an eye out. It wasn’t every day you saw a soulmate pair’s first meeting.

Remy took Patton’s hands in his own, looking him over again and again and again.

An idea came to him – not a new one, one he’d thought about and talked about and dreamed and daydreamed about a million times – and he grinned in a way that he could feel made Patton’s heart skip a beat.

“Remember how I said I wanted to kiss every freckle?"

#me #writing #sleepality #sanders sides #remy sanders #sleep sanders #patton sanders #mosleep #soulmate au #human au #sanders sides au #thomas sanders #roman sanders #logan sanders #emile picani #cartoon therapy #virmile #thomgan

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blissfulsun · 4 years

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hey!!! your writing is soo amazing💞💞 could you please do #14 and #11 with Jeff🥺🥰

hello lovely!! thank u that acc means the world to me😩❣️ sorry this took a lil longer than I thought it would but I hope you like this one😚

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Miscommunications // Jeff Wittek

There was something about LA when the sun had just come up, the city of angles usually a far fetched name in reality.

Although, if you asked Jeff, he'd let it slip he knows one personally.

That's how he saw you, an angel who could do no wrong in his eyes.

His moods never affected negatively in your calming presence, short temper manageable with you around.

The others thought you were magic at first, or at least, really good in bed before they found out what the two of you had was only friendship.

Granted, if Jeff had it his way you would've progressed past that stage by now also.

If you were the angel between the pair of you, he must be the devil.

He really wished he had a pitchfork handy right about now, watching you smile and nod in conversation with someone other than himself.

Hikes were your guys thing, sure, Todd tagged along sometimes if he wasn't too hungover to function.

But ultimately it was y/n & Jeff, most of the city still asleep giving him time to start his day right, with you by his side.

This guy didn't seem to get the memo, picking up friendly conversation when you tried to take a picture of a fidgeting Nerf at the top of the hill.

Anyway, Jeff thinks his name was Lake or something? And he was really good at making you laugh apparently, as the two of you walked slightly ahead on your way down.

'Green is not your colour bro' Todd teases, interested to see his best friend appear so threatened by a stranger half a head shorter.

Jeff only mutters in reply but Todd catches the '...need to find a new hiking trail' in his rushed rambling.

They continue the rest of the way in silence, your laughter and Nerf's heavy breathing in his ear the only sounds.

'Great!! I'll text you about it...' Jeff feels his mood dampen further with your declaration.

You're waving your new friend off, cause that's all he is in truth, and then you're sat in the passenger seat of your crush's car again.

The car ride feels weirdly tense, silence taking over your usual routine of playful bickering and singing off key to each other.

You try and not over think it, though it's often your favourite past time.

Not in this friendship with Jeff though, you both stressed how important trust and communication is early on in your budding relationship.

Granted, he was hoping that conversation to form a kind of foundation for something else, but at this point he has settled for at least having you in his life, just the thought of a you shaped absence leaving him cold.

You snap out of thought when Jeff takes a left instead of a right, confusion evident in your question 'You missed a turn bub, I thought we were going to your apartment?’

His hands tighten their grasp around the wheel momentarily. 'I have a couple of errands today, just gonna drop you off home.' His decision causes both of your hearts to sink.

Jeff knows he's being short with you, the reaction driven by red hot jealousy mostly beyond his control. 'I could go with you?' his clenched jaw unwinds slightly at the tender tone you take on.

Your mind is spinning, the two of you were pratically attached at the hip, always getting chores and jobs alike done with your partner in crime.

Jeff sighs, the frustration evident in his tense shoulders. 'Not today y/n/n' He feels even worse when he catches a glimpse at your crest fallen expression in the rearview mirror.

Neither of you speaks for the rest of the short ride. On a normal day, you'd be dreading the sight of your home nearing, the incoming goodbyes with Jeff (though short lived) always heavy on your heart, but for once it provides unexpected relief.

You can't get out of the car fast enough, hands shakily gripping to remove the seat belt before Jeff has even properly parked.

'Woah woah, angel why are you in such a rush?' He's trying to lighten the mood, wanting to keep you within the close proximity for a little longer despite his own contradicting plans.

The bitterness with which you deliver your response feels foreign, 'I don't know, wouldn't want to keep you from your errands.' You regret it in an instant, especially when you register Jeff's lost expression upon first glance.

And then it changes, his brow furrows & there's a determined glint in his eyes as he turns off the engine and locks all the doors, effectively trapping you inside.

‘Are you going to start seeing that guy?' straight to the point, he's fed up of dancing around these feelings.

Hell, if he's going to lose you it might as well be because to unreciprocated feelings instead of the annoyingly friendly hiker.

'What??-' You're stumped. He's left you speechles plenty before, though in far different scenarios. 'You mean Luke?' Jeff's eyes roll involuntarily, 'I mean, we chatted about maybe grabbing lunch sometime. But it wasn't anythi-'

‘-you seemed to like him. Reckon you'll be a cute couple. You want to put our hikes on pause? Let you get to know-' the pair of you continue to interrupt each other.

‘I...how could you ask me that? What are you even saying?' You're not sure what to feel, anger, hurt and confusion all mixing a dangerous cocktail in your gut.

It hits you suddenly, a crashing wave of realisation. You stumble between thoughts, mind incapable of wrapping around the fact Jeff, is jealous.

The next couple of minutes feel cruicial as you wonder: how long? is he just being protective? holy shit I'm in love with you please feel the same way.

You clear your throat before speaking. 'I'm not intrested in Luke. Not in going on hikes with him or even really grabbing that coffee, I would rather do those things with you.'

Jeff's heart is losing some of it's extra weight as you continue. 'wanna run stupid errands and walk Nerf with you..or really anything else you might want t-'

'-go out with me.' It feels amazing to say, the feeling only growing as he reaches for your smaller hand.

You squeeze once, staring at the soft smile reflected in his eyes, a short breath leaves you before you're eagerly nodding.

‘Yeah? ...forget about coffee doll, I'll take you to dinner instead.' And then he's coming closer. You're not sure what to focus on, the warmth of his skin on your hand or the still decreasing space between your faces.

Jeff leans across your frame...and opens the passanger door. 'I'll pick you up at 8?' He's not really asking, smug in the realisation of his effect on you.

Your cheeks redden and you scramble to get out the car. 'What am I meant to wear?' -'Whatever you want doll, you look perfect in everything' It feels good to finally let his thoughts and words roam free, no filter enforced.

You watch him reverse and drive off, baffled by how quickly he regained control of the situation despite your initial advantage, though you can't say you're mad. Legs buckling as you rush to get inside and prepared despite the early hour of the day.

Meanwhile, Jeff calls in for back up, all of your available friends helping him plan the perfect date to wow his future girl with.

He's half aware that though the effort will be appreciated, you would be just as happy taking a simple drive or grabbing some take out and spending the rest of the night on his sofa.

There will be plenty of that still, he thinks, allowing his mind to wander to thoughts of holding you in his arms and kissing you whenever he likes for the first time in a long while.

It's suddenly a possibility again, that particular reminder stays with him as he cleans up and shows up at your door.

He's perfectly on time, having sat in his car in your driveway for a good couple of minutes to calm his erratic heart. All nerves disappear when the door opens and you're illuminated by the colourful dawn behind him.

Jeff has always thought you're an angel, this, only serves as confirmation to his beliefs as you stand before him. 'You look amazing tonight...' the compliment is delivered while breathless, much like how he's left you feeling at first glance.

‘Thank you' you beam at him and he takes the leap to grab your hand.

There's no clumsy firsts, you fall into each other as if it's habit, the rest of the night the beginning of it all, exactly what Jeff, and secretly yourself, have been waiting on for far too long.

#angels💓#fluffy angst??#aka my BRAND #ily thank u for requesting #jeff wittek #jeff wittek imagine #jeff wittek x reader

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I was an orthodox christian radfem for three long years.

I was pro-choice, an open-where-it-is possible lesbian, and I mostly kept quiet about my faith except for my girlfriend because I thought she needed to know.

The thing was — I was raised in that religion by a fanatic mother. Also, both of us (I think) were undiagnosed psychotics (I am now diagnosed, she won’t ever go to the psychiatrist), that certainly played a part. I’ve been actually questioning my religion/faith for my whole life, there were even times in childhood already where I had no faith, and I even had an extremely horrible kind-of-psychotic break that lasted half a year born from my religious anxiety about God and afterlife — not “what if I go to Hell for my sins” but “I’m scared to not exist but way more scared to exist forever and also what if God is evil and everyone is going to Hell”, but I kept returning, I kept rationalizing even when things were infuriating or had a more clear materialistic explanation than spiritual one. If I couldn’t rationalize, I just convinced myself to keep believing, because I thought I had irrefutable provings. Later they turned out very much not so. Also this “evil men use religion for their advantage but God said otherwise” shit was of course my favorite thing. It helped that, for example, some things were indeed added much later or were plain translation errors, like the homophobic shit in Bible.

That it was full of misogynistic shit, I ignored.

I’ve never even actually ever read the Bible fully yet. I plan on to, just to see all the contradictions in what is “a text written fully by the God himself through the hands of men” for myself.

I met radical feminism at 14, and three years later, when I was 17, our local priest, who is almost oppositional to the state, whom I trusted, told in a preachment how Jesus Christ, whom I believed to be my Lord and Saviour, of whom even other radfems were saying how religious feminists might be only familiar with him, which I was fine with because He said that New Testament now replaces the Old, and even my ex-christian radfem friend seemed to still love him, Jesus Christ prohibited divorce because in God marriage would still be on, and the woman would sleep with or marry different men and the man will be partially responsible for that.

The next month has been hell. My mind has been throwing from “fuck God” to extreme fanaticism and and back and again and so on. I tried and failed to go to the church again several times. It seems that I often forgot about what I heard, because of either stress or both it and schizophrenia, because if I didn’t, my only stance would be “fuck God”.

Through all of this, I finally began to read things that would prove the refutability of my “irrefutable provings”. A Twitter thread of my ex-christian radfem friend on her experience with religion. A Wikipedia page on the Holy Fire with materialistic explanations and no mention of prophecies of which my mother told. Etc, etc. And in times when my head was relatively clear, I have been thinking. A lot.

And night at the beginning of August, while thinking, I realized how incredibly selfish God turns out to be. If he exists, he doesn’t love us, he only wants us to serve him. My head was probably not fully clear at the moment because I was thinking mainly about this, not about all the injustice between people that religion encourages or material explanations of “miracles”, but anyway, that night I, crying, renounced God and, after calming a bit, wrote in my private Twitter acc that I was now agnostic. Later I changed my identity to atheist. It has been over a year since.

I do consider myself a radfem even back then, because my faith didn’t interfere with my feminist activity, and because of what relationship I have had with it. Those who are like that pro-lifer, of course, are not radfems.

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aforrestofstuff · 4 years

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I’ve been looking at your posts for a while now and I love your Headcanons so much! I only made an acc today just to thank you for making these! Also I’ve also seen your A03 acc and read your fanfics there and I think you’re a great writer! I wrote a huge comment on one of your stories just rambling about how much I like your tumblr and works but I don’t think it sent cause I don’t have an A03 :( today I’m 15 and I was wondering if you’d make Headcanons for how you think S Class heroes would celebrate their birthdays (if that’s alright of course I don’t wanna make you do anything you don’t wanna) and also just a question, why don’t you do PPP headcanons at all? He’s an S Class Hero and I think he’s the only hero you skip out on. Other then that, keep making these headcanons cause they are great and inspire me for my own OPM crack storie book I created (Random One Punch Man Crack Fanfictions on Wattpad i only wrote one story there and only said it if you’re interested)

Thank you thank you thank you so much. I’ve already sent you a dm but I just wanted to say it again because I’m literally vibrating with happiness. Happy birthday <3.

Birthday Headcanons:

Terrible Tornado: Sticks a candle in a store-bought cupcake and calls it a day. She’ll go get her nails and hair done, buy herself a new dress, and just spend the entire time relaxing. Fubuki used to throw her parties when they were kids but she doesn’t really expect that from her anymore.

Silverfang: His disciples used to get together and throw him a surprise party every year. However, ever since the Garou Incident, Charanko will take it upon himself to fill the void somewhat and scrape together enough money to buy a cake (or the ingredients to make one) and a small gift. Silverfang can go both ways: he likes people but he can also be quiet and reflective. So, he has a great time regardless of whether or not he has a party and spends the day enjoying nature, meditating, and being thankful for living as long as he has.

Atomic Samurai: He’s not antisocial by any stretch of the word but he prefers to celebrate this day only with those closest to him. He and his disciples do something new every year and it’s always grounded and casual. Sometimes they’ll all go out to drink, sometimes Okama and Iaian will prepare a feast, sometimes they’ll have lighthearted competitions on who’s the best swordsmaster (with weird contests like who can balance their sheaths on their head the longest and who can catch the hilt of their blade after doing a backflip 3 consecutive times). Good times all around. However, if someone mentions Atomic Samurai’s age, he will sass them to oblivion.

Child Emperor: He doesn’t really plan to do anything out of the ordinary. It’s mostly just business as usual on his birthday. But after meeting Zombieman, however, he practically gets dragged out of the lab and into something special each year. Whether it’s a horror movie marathon, a late-night drive to catch a glittering view of the city, or just chilling and stuffing themselves on sweets, it makes Zombieman a little sad to see wasted youth knowing his life (and age) is as fucked up as it is so he tries to make the kid have at least a little fun the best he can. Child Emperor always has a great time and he now sees the importance of valuing youth and no longer shows shame in pausing his work and enjoying himself every once and a while.

Metal Knight: When he wakes up on his birthday, his alarm clock plays a little tune. That’s about it. He sees no real importance behind age or youth or seniority because as long as he’s at his height of intellect, nothing else matters. Gotta build them robots. It’s business as usual.

King: Holy shit. Shut the blinds. Lock the doors. Silence the phones. It’s game time, baby. Twenty-four hours of blue screen madness. He pigs out on chips, soda, buys himself a cake, and absolutely revels in solitude. He calls his mom each year and they talk for hours on end. She tells him how proud she is of him being a kickass hero and killing monsters and he dies a little inside each time but he loves her nonetheless and keeps up the facade for her sake. She sends him a card with a few coupons and a love-filled note about how much she adores him. He nearly cries each year upon receiving it.

Zombieman: He buys the best cigars he can find, cooks himself a massive T-bone, drinks an entire six-pack of beer, and reclines while watching crime movies. He wears sweatpants, polishes his weaponry, plays Mötley Crüe loud enough for his neighbors to yell at him for it, and just has a great time all by himself. He doesn’t really like parties or get-togethers and even sometimes has to take a break from Child Emperor. This is his day to recharge his social battery and sleep for seventeen hours. This is his day to get absolutely wasted on expensive alcohol and accidentally hotbox his own house. This is his day.

Drive Knight: Pretty much the same as Metal Knight. Whenever the clock strikes midnight on his birthday, a little tune plays in his processing unit and that’s about the end of it.

Pig God: Every restaurant in the damn country has a special on his birthday. He just goes around collecting free food, taking pictures with fans, and eats until he can’t eat anymore (which is a lot). The restaurants he visits have pictures of him eating their food on the walls; he’s become a bit of a indication that if he visits a somewhere to eat, the food’s gotta be bomb as hell. He doesn’t really do anything other than that. He doesn’t really strike up conversation or anything, he just eats in silent contentment and that’s enough for everyone to have a good time.

Superalloy Darkshine: He’s a fan favorite as well. Social media will be blowing up with birthday messages, he’ll be trending on whatever the OPM universe equivalent of Twitter is, and he’ll waste no time going out to meet his fans and spreading birthday happiness. He’ll eat cake, drink with strangers, share laughs and smile without stopping. People will give him little gifts and free food and he accepts it all graciously. Everyone’s invited. Good times all around.

Watchdog Man: This is one of the few days of the year in which he takes the day off from protecting City Q. He’ll just sleep a full twenty-four hours and resume his duty the next day like clockwork each year. Sometimes passerby will leave him little gifts on his podium like meats and dog treats but he doesn’t really take any of it since he’s really particular about what he eats.

Flashy Flash: On this day, he spends time reflecting on how much he’s improved since last year and adopts an extra-vigorous training regimen for the next twenty-four hours. One year, he climbed a mountain in sub-zero temperatures. Another, he ran across a saltwater lake without breaking the surface tension of the water. He spends it alone, occasionally has a drink, and that’s about it. Sometimes he’ll go out to have a nice dinner but that’s only on years he believes he’s deserved it.

Demon Cyborg: He doesn’t really care about his birthday. This makes Doctor Kuseno kind of sad because he believes that Genos is still a kid who deserves to enjoy his birthday like one. So, he does what he can to make the day somewhat special while also pertaining to what Genos could want. This is very hard because Genos never outright says he wishes for anything and that means Kuseno has to do a lot of guesswork. It varies year to year, but the best gift he’s ever given Genos was the sense of taste so the kid could eat birthday cake and enjoy it. Genos isn’t too fond of sweets, he much prefers fruits over cakes, but nevertheless, he was so happy to get one step closer to humanity that something malfunctioned in his head and his hands wouldn’t stop shaking for a whole week.

Metal Bat: Go hard or go home. This fuckin kid pulls an all-nighter with Zenko on the weekend of his birthday to stay inside, build a pillow fort, and play video games. They order pizza, do prank calls, play fighting games, and when the sun comes out they get a couple hours of sleep before riding out again at the height of a sugar high to go to the local carnival (he’s a summer baby) and spend a paycheck’s worth of cash. Once they come home, they collapse in Bad’s bed together, curl up, and fall asleep to some movies.

Tanktop Master: He and the Tanktop Gang have an all-out birthday bash. Everyone and their grandma is invited. There’s food, alcohol, and sports playing on the television in the host’s house (each of them take turns every year). The first few hours of partying, everyone’s having lighthearted fun and watching sports and drinking lightly (Tanktoppers drink responsibly). After that, everyone kind of calms down and they all gather around in the living room and sit on the floor together and just talk about what a great year it is to be alive. They catch up, share stories, eat snacks, and wish Tanktop Master the happiest of birthdays. He absolutely adores spending time with his friends and gives a toast to everyone and their hard work. After that, he goes home and calls his mom before going to bed.

Puri-Puri Prisoner: He and his boyfriend share a slice of birthday cake from the prison cafeteria with a single candle stuck into it. His boyfriend gives him crochet and knitting lessons, they and the other prisoners dance to some music, and the guards give him a pat on the back along with some birthday wishes. That’s about it. There’s only so much he can do in prison, but he makes it work with what he has and has the time of his life nevertheless. Angel Hugs all around.

And to answer your question about PPP, I straight up just forgot he existed akshshshs. I’ll be brainstorming some stuff about him soon. Love you lots 💞💞💞💕

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openforjean · 5 years

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The Game- 2

College!Sebastian x Bi!reader

Warnings: (+18) language, unprotected sex, virginity loss and angst

A/N: one more part babes

update: I just remembered to mention this is for @shield-agent78 Marvel Rock’s writing challenge! I don't really know how to do song fics so im trying and i’ll get better. but anyways go check her acc out!

It was 8:13, I stood outside in the nights breeze and I look around once more for him. I see a black mustang speeding to the dorm building, it pulls in the parking lot.

‘I hope that's not Sebastian, I pray to God that's not him.’

The mustang pulls up in front of me, the window rolls down revealing Sebastian. I bend down to see him clearly, he looks at my outfit for a second.

“Hop in, doll face.” He says, I open the car door and sit. I strap myself in and Sebastian starts to pull away from the building. “Still wearing the uniform, doll.” I look down at the uniform, it was a white button up with a navy blue skirt and black knee high socks.

“Why should I dress up? It’s just a drive, right?” I say with a sarcastic tone, Sebastian clicks his tongue.

“Its not just a drive, its a drive to the riverside.” Sebastian says reaching for the radio, he plays “Walk this way” by Aerosmith. He taps his fingers to the beat on the wheel and hums. I stare out the car window and drown in my thoughts.

‘He has the same music taste as I do, what the hell.’

“Your friend seemed pretty upset today, what happened?” Sebastian askes turning the music down.

‘He’s talking about Gabby, shit.’

“We argued and we’re not talking at the moment. I really don't want to talk about it, Sebastian.” I say looking at him, my eyes rake over his leather jacket and fluffy hair.

“Okay, then.”

*****

Seb’s pov

I got a closer look at her, she’s actually not that bad looking and she doesn't talk a lot. Which I like, I don't like a blabbermouth. I see her bob her head to the song, I roll the windows down and she smiles at me.

“You have good music taste.” She admits, I look at her. Y/n’s hair is flowing with the wind, her eyes sparkle with the moonlights reflection and her smile brightens my darkness.

‘Holy fuck, she’s beautiful.’ I snap out of my thoughts, and look the road again.

“Thanks, you don't look like the girl who likes rock.” I say as I pull into a empty dark parking lot with a view with the moon.

“Woah, its beautiful.” She says as she glares at the moons reflection on the river, I felt a desire to kiss her. I’ve been so blind to what beauty really is, its her.

‘Why am I just noticing this?’

“Thank you, Sebastian. This is nice, I haven't been out in a long time like this.” She says with a tiny sense of sadness in her voice.

‘This is a dare, Sebastian. Don't fall for her.’ My head says, but my heart wants to know more.

“Why is that?” I ask, she moves her legs in my direction.

“I haven't been in a relationship since senior year, and you’re are a lot better than I thought.” Of course she thought I was a jackass, I am.

*****

Readers pov

The drive was a lot better than I thought it would be, I thought it would be blaring music and him only talking about himself. It was the opposite, it was like he interested in me.

“Well, I’m glad you’re happy.” Sebastian turned the music volume a little louder to fill the silence. I looked at his arm that was resting beside me, I place mine next to it. I turn my head to the right looking at the flowing trees. I feel fingers intertwine with mine and I look at my hand. My hearts thumps rapidly, I hold his hand and I rub my circles on his. The contact felt right, it made my head dizzy.

“Y/n.” I look Sebastian and he leans in closer to my face and I do the same. We kiss, the kiss was amazing. His soft pink lips touching mine was a blessing, our hands were still together. I pulled away, his hand that was holding mine trailed up my thigh and my panties dampen.

“I want you, Y/n. Please.” The desperation in his tone and eyes made me want him even more. I gave in, I needed him.

“I’m right here.” He takes his seatbelt off and reaches to kiss me even more. He kissed my exposed neck and jaw, he ripped my shirt open.

Minutes later we’re in the back of his car making out, he’s on top of my nude body. His tongue explores my mouth, I trail my hands down to his ass. His naked body is beautiful with the moonshine shining on him, I trail my hands back to his hair. I thought he was the worst and right now, he might the one and only to make me feel this way. He sucks down on my breasts, I moan.

“Sebastian, please, I need you.” I plead, he pulls away from me with swollen plump lips.

“Alright, doll face.” He positions himself between my thighs and strokes his cock.

“Before that, lets make you cum.” His hands reach my clit and he rubs it fast as he strokes his glorious cock. He plunged his fingers in me and I was done for. The sight above me was heavenly, his hair was a mess, his moans were sweet. I feel my orgasm approaching, I scrunch my face up and hold back a loud moan unsuccessfully. I came, and Sebastian rode it out for me. He licks the juices off his fingers.

“That's my girl.” He leans down to kiss you, the taste of myself was still on his lips.

“Still want this, doll?” I nod, his cock is so big it might not fit in me.

“This is going to hurt, doll. Tell me to stop anytime, I wont get mad.” I nod, he kisses my forehead before he slides in. The pain was there, I held his biceps tightly. He groaned, I clenched around him.

“Fuck, doll face. So fucking tight.” He kept pushing until he was fully in me, he stood still as he filled me.

“Move.” I said quietly, I had no plan on lasting very long and neither did he. He slid in and out of me fast, he played with my boobs as he fucked me. He leaned down to whisper praises in my ear.

So good

You’re so beautiful

So fucking perfect, doll face

The praises in my ear made me closer to my second orgasm, I pulled him closer to my body and held him tight.

“Oh, Seb. Fuck.” I scream, the windows around us are fogged up and I feel my cunt start clench around him. His cock twitches and moans one more time.

“I’m cumming, Y/n. Fuck.” His cum painted my walls and the feeling of it was so erotic, I loved it. He pulled out after he was done cumming inside me.

“Come home with me, tonight.” He said laying on top of me, I smiled.

“Of course.”

*****

It was maybe 3 am?

‘I should probably find the time, I have class tomorrow.’

He was cuddling me from behind as we watched Tom & Jerry. He was fast asleep behind me. I watched the screen, the thoughts of being late to class flooded my mind. I look for my phone, and I see Sebastian’s phone. It was beside me on the table, I reached for it and saw the time.

1: 28 am

Did you pick her up yet?

I cant believe you actually took her on a date for as a dare dude, total baller Seb

I couldn't believe my eyes, I trusted him and he lied. I take his arm gently off me and leave his dorm. I fell crying and telling myself to never trust Sebastian Stan ever again.

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exostan · 4 years

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The Ultimate Guide to Becoming Gay

Ship: Baekchen

Word Count: 2059

Genre: Friends to Lovers AU

Type: Oneshot

A/N: thanks to stan twitter for helping me with this fic! My acc for anyone wondering is @/Corgi_Kyoong!

Baekhyun swears by being straight but let’s be real, is he?

Hi I’m Byun Baekhyun.

That was overly cheesy but anyway you can just call me Baekhyun. It’d kinda be weird if you included my last name. I’m known by my friends, especially my best friend Jongdae, to do stupid and impulsive things and today is no exception. Buckle up because you’re also gonna probably be at your patience limit with me.

“HEY hey Chanyeol!” The brunette lifts his head at the mention of his name, eyes wide with curiosity. “What’s it like being gay?” I plop down at the lunch table, picking up one of the taller’s fries. Minseok laughs from beside me, “You don’t just ask people that, Baekhyun.” I shrug and look back at Chanyeol whose a little red on his ears. “The same as being straight?” He seems unsure of himself. “Baekhyun doesn’t know what straight is.” Sehun adds on, teasingly, sitting beside Chanyeol.

“Excuse me! I am straight.” I snap, stealing one of his fries too. Its punishment for talking smack, I swear. “You sure about that? I’m like 99% sure you’re at least a little gay.” I turn to Minseok, offended. “Wow hyung and to think I thought you’d defend me. Chanyeol?” I turn to the tallest, brow raised. “Cmon Baek, not even a little gay?”

“You know what? Fine. I’ll prove I’m not gay. Not that there is anything wrong with gay people.” I insist, taking a sip of my water. Minseok laughs again, “And how are you going to do that?” I grin back, “That’s a secret my dear Minseokkie hyung.” Chanyeol groans while Sehun just laughs. “Don’t bring Jongdae into this, he will kill you.” Chanyeol warns.

“Jongdae loves me WAY too much for that.”

“No kidding.” Minseok mutters, shaking his head.

“You have to be kidding.”

Okay so maybe not. “Cmon Jongdae, you do everything for me!” I whine, plopping on my bed. Jongdae snorts, “Yeah but now you’ve gone officially crazy.” I gasp, sitting up, “I have not!”

“Have too!”

“Literally I didn’t even ask you anything crazy, drama queen.” I snap, throwing a pillow. “You asked me to kiss you!” Jongdae snaps back, his cheeks pink from embarrassment. ��Its not like you’re bothered by the idea, you’re just a big baby.” I mutter, crossing my arms. “Fuck off.” Jongdae snaps, throwing the pillow back at my face.

“So-“

“Don’t even talk to me, Minseok hyung.” I whine, pouting. “Now what happened?” Junmyeon chuckles, raising a brow. Minseok laughs, “God knows.”

“Can you believe Jongdae rejected me?”

Minseok chuckles, “Yes I can because it was about time he shut you and your ideas down.” I frown, staring at my shoes. “Hyung.” Junmyeon mutters, nudging the older. Minseok heaves a sigh before sitting beside me. “Fine. I’m kidding. But in all seriousness, you can’t be asking people to just kiss you.”

I don’t answer for a moment, “You would’ve done it right? It wasn’t too crazy. It isn’t like he’s a stranger.” Minseok sighs, slapping the back of my head playfully. “If you knew I would do it then why did you ask Jongdae?”

“He’s my best friend.” I reply, defensive. “You sure? You seem to only want Jongdae to kiss you.” Minseok teases and I roll my eyes, pushing him lightly. Junmyeon laughs, amused. “He won’t do it anyway.”

“He might if you push it enough.” Junmyeon chuckles, then continues under his breath, “That boy can never get off your hip.”

“Yeah but how long would that take?” I whine, irritated. “Probably not long. This is Jongdae we are talking about.” Minseok chuckles, patting my back.

“So-“

“What, Baekhyun?” Jongdae whines, laying on the futon. “Did you think about my offer?” I grin, sitting on my bed. “Oh my god, Baekhyun. Give it up.” He groans, covering his face. I grin wider, spotting his red ears. “Cmon Jongdae. Just one. One kiss.” Jongdae groans again. I get up, walking to him. “Pretty please?” I beg, pulling his hands off his red face. I also might have pouted for extra effect. “Fuck! Fine.” Jongdae gives in, sitting up.

“Yay!” I plop down beside him, grinning. “I hate you.” he mutters. “No you don’t. Now c’mere.” I cross my legs, facing the younger. Jongdae sighs, blushing more if possible, turning to face me. I grin when he whines wordlessly, earning a shove to the shoulder. “You look like a tomato.” I tease, amused.

“Shut up and kiss me.” Jongdae snaps, blush creeping up his neck. I laugh, grabbing his bicep before leaning in, tugging him closer to connect our lips faster. His lips are very.. soft. He starts to pull back but I pull him back in without thinking about it. I feel his breaths pick up as I shift to my knees to press closer. His lips are gentle and hesitant against mine, his hands coming up to gently grip my waist as my hands curl into his hair.

Not enough.

Jongdae gasps when I nip at his bottom lip, allowing me entrance. At the same time, it seemed to have drew Jongdae’s limit as he pushed me back. “Happy?” he snaps, his cheeks going back to red when i don’t answer at first. “Yeah.” I grin, making Jongdae roll his eyes. “I’m going to the bathroom.” Jongdae mutters, getting off the futon.

“You’re so stupid.” Chanyeol mutters, whining when I shove him off the bed. “No offense but you are.” Sehun calls from the futon. “Just how am I stupid?” I snap, crossing my arms. “For starters no one makes out with someone they aren’t attracted to.” Minseok chuckles, scribbling notes down for his homework. “Jongdae is handsome and his lips are really soft. But I’m still straight.”

Chanyeol groans, annoyed. “I’m what now?” Jongdae questions, walking in. “Don’t ask.” Sehun advises, smiling from the futon knowingly. “No one asked how his lips were by the way.” Minseok sing songs in my ear as he walks past, amused. Fuck.

“Fine fine. Choose the movie.” Jongdae sighs and I grin, satisfied. I catch Jongdae glance down at my lips before averting his gaze. I peck his lips quickly before jumping off the couch to grab the remote. “Baekhyun!” He gasps, blushing heavily. “What?” I chuckle, turning back to sit beside him. “What was that?” He whines, pulling his knees to his chest to rest his chin on them. “Nothing. C’mon its movie time and you know what that means!”

“Cuddle time.” Jongdae mumbles into his knees, holding his arm out for me to scoot closer. “Yup!” I shout, laughing.

“I swear I’m not attracted to him. In that way at least.” I insist. Sehun snorts, “You know Junmyeon hyung won’t judge you if you’re even a little gay.”

“But I’m not.”

“So like nothing? You kissed what once? and nothing?” Yixing questions, amused. “Twice.”

Minseok perks up immediately, pausing the movie. “Twice?”

“Yeah he let me choose the movie so I kissed him. It was quickie.”

“For starters, never call it a quickie again.” Junmyeon laughs before Chanyeol speaks up. “And second, you’re stupid. Why would you kiss him again?” I shrug, grinning. They make such a big deal over a kiss. It was only like half a second. Not a big deal. “So are you sure you aren’t gay?” Jongin questions, bringing the popcorn. “Positive. Just because I kiss him doesn’t mean anything. His lips are just soft and frankly it’s not my fault he’s cute when he’s shy.”

Yixing snorts while Minseok and Junmyeon share a glance. “Whatever you say.” Sehun snorts.

“Stop laughing!” I whine, nudging him. Jongdae apologizes through laughter, shaking his head. Oh, his smile is cute. His eyes glisten with how the sun is hitting them, the light brown looking like milk chocolate. Oh wait. He really is handsome. “Baekhyun.” Jongdae snaps his fingers, breaking my thoughts. “You okay? You never daze off.” He murmurs, touching the back of his hand to my cheek. I blush a little from the contact, his hand warm on my skin. “I’m fine.” I choke out, avoiding his gaze. “You wanna go to bed? Take a nap? You’re getting warm, you might be catching a cold.”

“Yeah. I’m sorry.” I clear my throat, standing up. “That’s fine. Get some rest, okay? I’ll probably finish my work then go.” He informs, voice softer, standing up as well. My gaze falls to his lips again and how inviting they look. I nod before i can think too much, heading to my room to sleep.

Holy shit. What the fuck was that?

Hi.

It’s Baekhyun again.

Now, I know what you’re thinking.

“Baekhyun, you’re stupid. You’re gay as the fucking rainbow.”

Shut up ok? So what if you’re right.

Assholes.

“Hello?”

“Hey Jongdae said you weren’t feeling well so I wanted to check in.”

I sigh, laying back down. “I’m fine. Thank you Minseok hyung.” A pause on the other line. “You were never sick were you? You sound fine.”

“Technically ‘not feeling well’ and ‘sick’ hold two completely different contexts.”

“No they don’t.”

“Yes they do. When you are sick you-“

“Baekhyun. What’s actually wrong?”

“Whatcha mean?”

“Baekhyun.”

“ithinkimconfused”

“What? Slower.”

“I. Think. I’m. Confused.”

“About what?”

“You know what.”

“Jongdae?”

….

“About time.”

“Fuck you.”

Sehun laughs, falling back against Chanyeol, who, to no surprise, is laughing as well. “You are all fuc-“

“Ok ok. Sehun, Yeol shut up.” Junmyeon smacks Sehun’s leg in scolding. “So what do you want us to do?”

“Help me.” I whine, ruffling my hair. “Why don’t you just ask him out?” Yixing suggests, turning his head to look at me from the floor. He’s not wrong. I should. But doing that means confidence. Do I really have confidence?

“Or just like fuck him until-“

“Sehun.” Minseok scolds, a smile forming on his face. “I’m serious.” I hiss, slapping Sehun’s arm. “Ow!” Sehun whines, huffing when Chanyeol rubs the injured spot. “I agree with Yixing. Just ask him out like a normal person.” Chanyeol suggests, smiling.

“No I can’t.” I complain, shifting. “Orrrr if you wanna be all cute take him to a date then ask him out. Jongdae is a hopeless romantic.” Kyungsoo suggests.

“I should’ve just invited Kyungsoo. He has the good ideas.” I retort, earning a punch from Minseok and Chanyeol. “There’s the festival this weekend!” Jongin pitches in, grinning. “I like you two.” I hum.

I laugh, sprinting after Jongdae through the festival. “Baekhyun! Look!” I follow his gaze, spotting a big brown teddy bear among other big teddy bears of other colors. “Come on, let’s try the game then.” I encourage, pulling him towards the booth. “Here.” He hands me the pouches, smiling. I stare at him for a moment, taking in how happy he looks before grinning back. “Wait let me try one!” I laugh before handing him a pouch back. He tosses it, missing the red circle by a few centimeters.

I chuckle when he pouts, playfully bumping him aside with my hip. He laughs, shoving my shoulder before stepping back. “Let a professional do it. Once I get him the green bear is mine.” I tease him. He rolls his eyes, raising a brow expectantly. I fix my posture, playfully exaggerating how far I push my shoulders back before tossing the pouch.

And it landed dead smack in the middle.

I laugh as Jongdae groans in defeat. “I gotta go to the bathroom.” He mumbles in my ear and I look at him in concern before smiling and nodding.

“You gotta be kidding.” He laughs, jogging towards me. I hold the bear he was eyeing up high grinning at him. “How did you-“

I shrug, letting him take the bear. “I might have paid a little more attention then I let on.” He shakes his head, pulling me in for a hug. I smile, accepting the hug, wrapping my arms around his neck. “Thank you.” He mumbles into my neck.

I pull back slightly, cupping his cheeks in my hands. He’s still grinning, his cheeks pink. My thumb strokes across his cheekbone. “What?” Jongdae whines after a moment, grabbing my hand with the hand that isn’t holding the bear. “Just trying to imprint this image in my head.” I mumble, making him blush harder.

And sucking up my big ego about being straight, I lean down, locking his lips against mine.

Yup. Defiantly gay.

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imagine y/n and gray get into a fight and y/n leaves and gets into a car accident but nothing happens to her, except her car is totaled so she calls gray crying and he gets sooo scared

"What the hell do you want from me?!" Grayson's voice booms throughout the house as he shouts at you, hands threaded into his hair as he clenches his jaw.

"Just a little bit of your time!" You retaliate equally as loud, standing a few feet away from him with your arms crossed protective over your heart. You hate fighting with him but you need to let him know you're not okay with the limited time he spends with you. "I haven't spent more than twenty minutes with you this whole week and today when we both are finally free, you wanna go fuck knows where with Ethan?"

"You've been busy this whole week, Y/N! It wasn't just me!-"

"I had exams, Grayson and I thought we would spend some time together after I finished them!"

"I'm not telling you to not come with us, you are the one who doesn't wanna go bowling! Who likes to stay at home on a Saturday night, dude?!"

His face is red from all the screaming and you are standing with your jaw tight and lips pressed together so they wouldn't wobble. "I wake up at 7 every morning to work out with you because you like that, Gray. Can't you stay back with me tonight if I want you to?"

Maybe if he wasn't so angry he could feel himself shaking, he would have heard the desperation in your voice. He would have seen you were on the verge of tearing up had he not been so irritated with you. Maybe he would have stayed had you not been fighting about the same thing for an hour.

But the thing is, Grayson Dolan becomes a completely different man when he is angry. And right now? He is beyond furious.

So he doesn't even think twice before he spits the words right at you, "No, Y/N, I can't. I have plans tonight, we can do whatever you want tomorrow night, Okay? And one more thing, you don't have to wake up at 7 for me anymore. You can sleep in all you want, I will still be fine working out without you."

And that is when you know you've had enough. Feeling the anger bubbling inside you, boiling your blood in your veins, you whirl around and snatch your car keys off the kitchen counter as you trudge to the main door.

Grayson watches you making your way to the door and his anger subsides just enough to realise you're leaving the house at--he checks the time on his phone--9:12 on a rainy night. This has never happened before. No matter how bad your fights get, neither of you have ever left the house before. Grayson rushes after you in a heartbeat, "Where are you going?!"

"NONE OF YOUR FUCKING BUSINESS!"

He is left stunned at the tone you use on him before you slam the door shut so loud, he is sure it shook the whole house. Not even a minute later, he hears the tires screeching as you make it out of the drive way.

Silence engulfs the house for a few minutes after that. Grayson sighs, running his hands through his hair as he sits down on the couch. Thunder rumbles outside, making him lift up his head to look out the window at the rain that's getting heavier as the time passes. His heart is beating fast, something doesn't feel right.

"Fuck." Grayson curses under his breath, thinking he shouldn't have let you go when the weather is this bad. He shouldn't have let you go at all, no matter what the weather is like. "Fuck!"

Your eyes are filled with angry tears as you drive away from him, having no destination in mind. You just want to be away from him, you don't care where you go. Your phone buzzes on the passenger seat but you don't turn to look who is calling.

The rain is coming down hard, thunder and lightning illuminating the sky for a split second before everything is shrouded in darkness again. Your windshield wipers are moving at the speed of light, wiping away the rain so you can see clearly but that isn't working too great, considering your tears are making your sight blurry.

The phone rings again and you barely turn to look at the caller ID, Grayson's name and picture flashing before your eyes. The very next second as you turn back to face the road, a black Sedan, coming from the sharp turn, is speeding straight towards you.

"What the-" Your eyes go wide as the car swerved violently making it clear the driver has lost control of the car. To avoid colliding with it head on, you swerve your car to the left, resulting in a harsh collision with a tree instead. The passenger seat's window shatters and your head hits the steering wheel hard, making a sharp pain shoot into your head. It feels like your brain got rattled. You haven't even gotten a grip on yourself yet when another crash occurs just a few feet away from you.

The Sedan is flipped on its side, the driver side getting the most damage. Rain water is coming in through the shattered window, dampening the passenger seat. You hastily grab your phone before it can get drenched. You notice your hands are shaking as you dial 911.

Grayson has been trying to reach you ever since you left. He's been calling non stop, leaving you message after message so he can tell you that he's cancelled all plans for tonight and he's ready to spend it the way you want. He just wants you to come back home. It's getting really late and the storm doesn't look like it will stop anytime soon.

He is in the kitchen, getting a glass of water when he hears his phone ringing in the living room and the poor lad all but sprints into the room and snatches his phone up from the couch.

He sighs out a breath of relief when he sees your name displayed on the screen. Grayson picks up instantly, slumping down on the couch. "Hello? Y/N, babe where are-"

"Gray?" He hears sirens on the other side of the phone and he hears the tremble in your voice when you took his name. "Listen, please don't freak out, okay?"

That only speeds up his heart even more. "What-Y/N, where are you?" He can hear the panic in his own voice as his ears pick up several voices speaking around you. "What's going on?"

"I-I had an acc-accident, the car is totalled but I'm fine. I just want you to come and get me, please." Saying his heart completely dropped out of his ass would he the understatement of the century. Grayson is pretty sure he doesn't feel his heart beating anymore.

"You had an accident?! Oh my God, I'm coming baby, okay? Don't worry, I'm coming to get you!"

Grayson rushes outside into the poaring rain, not caring that he's getting the seat of his beloved Porsche wet as he situated himself behind the wheel. His heart is beating hard against his rib cage, blood pressure sky rocketing as he speeds to the address you sent to his phone.

"I had a feeling something was gonna happen," He mumbles to himself as he drives over the speed limit, pulling at his hair in frustration. "I'm such a fucking asshole!"

He reaches the spot of the accident within ten minutes, immediately spotting your shivering body close to your car. He runs to you, just briefly catching sight of another car that looks completely ruined.

"Y/N!" You can't stop your tears from rolling down your cheeks when you see Grayson is here. The intangible blanket of safety that his mere presence has wrapped around you makes you take in a ragged breath of relief. You all but run into his arms, meeting him halfway as you cling onto him for dear life. His strong arms engulf your cold body as he presses you tight against him. "Holy shit, you okay?!"

As quickly as he had pulled you against his chest, he pulled you away too, holding you by your arms as he carefully examined your body, looking for anything wrong. So far, the only trace of an accident ever happening is on your forehead, in the form of a white bandaid.

"The other person might not make it, Gray," your eyes fill with tears again as you look back at the other car, causing Grayson to glance over his shoulder too. It does look really bad, the driver's side is completely shattered. He looks back at you. Holding your face in his palms, he turns your face away from the damage.

"Don't look." He hides your face into his chest, placing urgent kisses into your hair, "You're fine, yeah? We're going home."

After getting the all clear from the officers to go home, Grayson helps you into the Porsche, both of you completely drenched from head to toe.

"You didn't go bowling?"

"Fuck bowling." He clenches his jaw, getting into the driver's seat. "I shouldn't have let you walk out like that. I was feeling uneasy the whole time you weren't picking up your phone. We're going back home so I can hold you and we can do whatever you wanna do."

You place a hand on his bouncing knee, making him glance at you before his eyes are back on the road. "Let's just go home and sleep. I'm a little shaken up from all that."

Grayson holds your hand in one of his, gently squeezing your fingers in reassurance. "You got it, love. Don't ever walk out on me again."

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