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sukiipjs · 2 months

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✮ BLONDIE : PT 1

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↳ nick sturniolo x masc reader

↳ words - 2239

↳ summary - you’ve been having a hard time realizing and accepting the fact that you’re gay, and in love with your best friend. you try to ignore the feelings but that only makes everything worse until you can’t hide it anymore.

↳ contains - swearing, angst, use of y/n, internalized homophobia, depression, crying, idk??? [READ PT 2 - PT 3]

↳ song - blondie by current joys

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nick has been my best friend for years, he’s always been there for me, and me there for him. we met in the first grade when he saw me alone at recess on the swings and he ran up to me, asking if i wanted to play with him and his brothers. one of the many things i love about him, hes always there, always there to help, or just be with. from that day on he’s always been my number one but honestly, i’ve been kind of avoiding him lately.

of course i don’t want to, i really really don’t want to, trust me, but i don’t want to make anything bad between us either. even though pushing him away is probably fucking things up anyway.

the thing is, for months, maybe even years now i think that i might be coming to a realization: i think i’m gay, or not gay but bi? i hate labels, i dont want to be put into a box, its honestly just hard to fit into one too. i mean i’ve had girlfriends before and i’ve liked that, but nick…

okay i might be coming to another realization: i think i’m in love with nick. and to make everything worse, i can’t even talk to anyone about this because the only person i would tell is nick, but if i told him, well i just cant, it could destroy our friendship. he’d hate me, i cant lose him.

but maybe i’m not in love with him, i mean i love nick, i always have but maybe its not love love? maybe its just me appreciating our friendship more. okay who am i kidding it’s definitely becoming more, I LOVE HIM. he’s just perfect, in general, to me, to everyone. i want to spend every moment of my life with him, i want to hug him and never let him go, i want to be with him, i just want to see him again.

i can’t even imagine what he’d say if he knew i liked him. he’d probably be disgusted, i’d ruin our friendship forever. i cant do that, i can’t risk anything like that, i need him even if that means the best thing i can do is just stay away, make up lies of why i cant hang out, slowly stop texting him, i mean maybe it's not the best thing but its either i do this and try and force these feelings down or i tell him and ruin everything. this is better, or at least that’s what i keep telling myself.

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nick 🫶

| wanna hang out today? haven’t seen you in forever, i’m boredddd

| i know i’m sorry, but i cant today, really really sorry. still not feeling good

| that’s okay, hope you feel better though 💕 if you need anything tell me okay?

| i’d rather hang out with you and get sick then spend one more second with my idiot brothers over here 💀

i stare at the message on my screen, i’m not sick, i’m just trying to be a good friend… by avoiding my best friend… sure, whatever.

i slam down my phone on my mattress, rolling over and burying my face in my pillow. muffled screams from my mouth as tears, start to pour from my eyes. every time i message him, saying i cant hang out i immediately regret it. i want to see him, i always do but again, i cant, i fucking cant. it would only make my feelings stronger and i just need to get rid of them as soon as i can so things can just go back to how they were.

fuck, here comes the spiral that ive been replaying in my head forever. do i even really like him? am i really bi, gay, straight, whatever the fuck? i don’t even know, it’s all too confusing and stressful right now. why can’t i just be me? and have my best friend with me again? actually hang out with him, see him?

all i can really do right now is continue screaming and crying into my pillow about how much of a shitty friend i’m being, great. I constantly stalk his instagram, trying to see if i do really like him and try to see what he’s up to without me, i miss him so much.

…i wish he was a girl then i would be straight and all this shit wouldn’t hurt so much. i’m not trying to say that being gay is bad, all i’m saying is that it would be easier to figure all this out if i was straight and he was a girl. i know that’s so messed up to say but i don’t know how else to put it.

if he was a girl, i’d know that i’m in love with him, i wouldn’t be so afraid to accept myself because there wouldn’t be anything to accept. i’d just be me and he’d she’d be him her, i’d get to be his her boyfriend and we’d be a happy couple. i’d be happy and i wouldn’t have to push the person i love most in this stupid world away…

i smash my face into my silky white pillowcase over and over, shaking my head as i force the sides of the pillow into my face more. i want to suffocate.

i scream into my pillow more and more. ‘i love you nick, i love you nick, i love you. i DONT love you nick, i DONT love you nick, i DONT love you… but i do, i really really do, but i cant… i really really fucking cant.’

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i stay rotting in my bed, spiraling about random shit, taking random quizzes of ‘am i gay?’ or ‘am i in love with my bestfriend?’ or ‘is it a crush?’ like i know.

soft blankets cover me, my silky pillows supporting my back as i rewatch rupaul's drag race on my computer until i finish it again, oreos and empty dr pepper cans surround me. and of course, nick always in my mind, everything reminding me of him, those stupid quizzes, his favorite show, his favorite drink. i wish he could be here, like how we used to hang out before i started ruining everything but i could be ruining it more, at least im keeping my mouth shut.

every once and a while, a message from nick pops up. him sending me a tiktok or telling me about how spacecamp is going or just something random, asking how im doing, if im still sick. most times i try to ignore him, turning off the notifications but i answer sometimes, only one or two words, maybe just an emoji, just trying to say something. i don’t want him to think i hate him or anything, i still of course love him.

the only time i ever get up from my bed is to go the the bathroom or get more food, ive been wearing the same two sweatpants alternating them and random shirts that i throw on the floor after i wear them for enough. my hair shaggy and a scratchy stubble on my face. i look and feel gross. i didnt think that forcing my best friend away and trying to figure out my sexuality could make me this depressed, who knew.

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weeks pass of me ignoring (or at least trying to ignore) nick and weeks of screaming into my sheets and sleeping all day become more and more. i finally decide to leave my apartment and stock up on some random things that will help me rot in my room even more: coffee, chips, oreos, whatever else i might want.

as i scan the aisle for dr pepper, standing in my gray hoodie with the hood covering me and one of the two sweatpants i’ve been wearing on, i hear a voice at the end of the row calling to me, “y/n?” my head turns to see who knows me that’s here, about to see how disgusting i look and just my luck, it’s nick.

“nick” a bright smile floods my face, i haven’t seen him for what seems like forever, i look at his blonde hair with grown out brunette roots, plus that signature nose ring and star earrings, of course he looks great.

he runs up to me, giving me a warm hug as he smiles too, “oh my god i haven’t seen you in decadessss” he exaggerates, laughing at me, “you feeling better now?” i tilt my head a little, confused but then i remember my lie. “oh yeah, i am. even though i dont look it” i try to scoff a laugh, looking down at myself, excusing how ‘i dont care’ i look right now.

“you look fine.” he laughs back again, “you know… me, chris and matt were gonna go out for dinner soon, wanna come?” i can tell he really wants me to be there and i really want to but i try to push it away, still.

“uhhh, i think had something later, sorry” my small smile slowly fading as his does too, i don’t think i’ve seen his smile leave that fast. “really? we haven’t talked in weeks, i miss you” he jokes a little, but really we do miss each other.

“i know, i’m sorry, but i promise we’ll hang out soon yeah?” i try to fake a small smile, trying to make this a little better but nick still looks sad, “yeah okay, see you later then?” he looks like he hates me, he looks just annoyed, hurt. i feel terrible.

“yeah, later” i’m about to walk closer to give him another hug but he leaves, to i assume go find his brothers, before i can. i’m terrible.

i finish up grabbing my things before leaving and driving off, replaying our interaction in my head. i could’ve just went? it was one dinner, that’s all. not a big deal. but it’s too late, it would just be weird if my schedule suddenly cleared up now.

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i make my way back to my apartment, putting my bags down on the counter before going straight to my room again, flopping down on top of the pile of blankets and stuffed animals that cover my bed.

i dig in my pocket for my phone, taking it out as i grab a blanket to pull it over my face, closing off the sun that shines through my window.

i go straight to me and nicks messages, thinking of texting him. ‘i’m sorry’ too short, plain. ‘sorry, i was wrong i can go’ feels like i’m pitying him, plus just dumb. ‘i love you’ yeah definitely not. ‘come over? sorry’ again, stupid and he can NOT see the mess i have over here.

i decide on nothing and put my phone to the side of me, burying my head into my pillows again, tears flooding my eyes again again again. it’s too much. this is all stupid and i need to get over it all. this is terrible.

i go back to my cycle of curling up in warm blankets, eating my now new oreos and dr pepper and rewatching shows i’ve seen a million times before. and obviously stalking nicks instagram, he posted a story of him and his brothers at dinner. he’s still wearing those earrings and that same beige jacket he was wearing before, and he still looks great.

i swipe up, about to message him. ‘you look great, sorry i couldn’t come’ i quickly delete it and just like the story. i need to stop trying to message him when i’m trying to ignore him.

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after falling asleep shortly after i finished looking at nicks story i wake up to like five texts from who? nick, of course.

nick 🫶

| are you ignoring me?

| like did i do something or what?

| are you okay?

| can we just talk or hang out please?

| y/n?

| okay sorry actually, never mind

my heart drops, i feel so TERRIBLE. nick did nothing and i never want him to think that he did something wrong. he’s perfect.

i pick up my phone to respond but honesty i don’t know if i should… i want him to know that he did nothing but he’s right about me ignoring him… fuck this. i just ignore him, still.

i shut off my phone fast and roll to my other side, curling up my legs and staring at the small textured bumps on the off-white wall that i face. i take in every detail, trying to distract myself with something else. i spot all the tiny discolorations or stains on the wall, the way it all starts to blur when tears, again, rain out my eyes.

they drip on the curves of my cheeks and lips, my hands are tucked under my legs as he tears drop onto my sheets, i don’t bother wiping them off. they make a small circle ish shape when it hits on my bed with a darker gray on my gray sheets.

my spiraling hits again when the ridges on my wall go dark as my eyes close. why can’t my best friend just be my best friend? why can’t i just be a normal person? why can’t i just forget it all? why can’t this all just go away? why? why? why? why?

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kimmiessimmies · 4 months

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Help Rachel find her dream man!

Winter 08: Dateless - Pt.1 (12/12)

Rachel is looking for a boyfriend! And this is where you, dear reader of this post, come in. If you have, or wish to create, a young adult male Sim who you think would match with Rachel and you're willing to part with him, please send him my way.

This is the plan:

Send me your Sim before January 18th, 2024.

Once all eligible bachelors are in, Rachel will start dating.

I'm actually going back to good old gameplay for this and will let Rachel herself decide who she feels the most connected to using the attraction system and seeing what wishes come up.

After all is said and done, I'll write "Dateless - Part 2" and we'll all get to see how the dates went and who Rachel ends up with.

Any guy not chosen by Rachel can either "go back" to their creator if you wish him to, or I'll keep him "on the shelf" with your permission to maybe reappear later.

The guy Rachel does pick, stays with us, and will from then on onwards be a part of my story. So you'll need to part with him. 😉

What am I asking for:

Any male YA Sim (TS3) who could pass for 20-28 years old.

Ethnicity and/or appearance doesn't matter.

Traits should somewhat match what Rachel asks for in her profile

CC is welcome, just make sure you send your Sim with all CC packed.

Along with the Sim, please send a little written biography and/or a message they'd write to Rachel responding to her profile. If you wish to create a similar type of profile, you can download an empty one here. Please be aware that this is an image file, so to add text, you'll need to add text boxes. The font I used is BioRhyme.

If you can, tell me a bit about their background, their family and/or their childhood. This makes for nice date conversations. If no family exists or you simply haven't thought them up and don't feel like it, I will conjure up a background myself.

Here's hoping Rachel gets a bit of response!

Reblogs of this post are appreciated!

#date rachel!#send me your sims #atoh #rachel murray #ts3 #the sims 3 #sims 3 #sims story

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punsmaster69 · 7 months

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1/OCT/20XX

it's officially october now, so me and paps are putting out the halloween decor.

feels hard to believe it's even autumn at all already, but maybe that's 'cuz the leaves haven't changed yet. guess they missed the memo.

after the events of last wednesday, it's been kinda hard to message tori myself. she's a stronger monster than me though, 'cuz now she's casually texting me, talking about these little paper ghosts frisk made.

"Perhaps they would be willing to show you and Papyrus how to make some. ]:)"

"don't know how much they'd wanna see me again right now"

"Then.. they do not have to see 𝘺𝘰𝘶."

"?"

"If Frisk is not here, I may need an extra set of hands to help finish decorating."

somehow, i agreed to come over before having the chance to even give it a second thought.

she must've asked frisk pretty quickly about the ghosts thing, 'cuz the kid was long gone by the time i got to tori's house.

tori was carrying these giant boxes labelled "halloween" out onto the yard.

"heya tori."

"Ah! Sans, hello! There are a few boxes left that I think you can manage, they are in the living room."

"got it."

i got the boxes from the living room and set them by the front door.

trying to detangle a black and orange garland, tori called me over.

"Sans, could you help me with these?"

nearly tripped on a vine going down the porch steps, but when i went to go see where the vine was, it was gone.

i grabbed one end, and tori untwisted the other. she wrapped the detangled garland into the branches of the biggest tree in her front yard.

we repeated the process a few more times until most of the smaller nearby trees were also thoroughly halloween-ified.

"Now we have just got to do the house!..But, it is a bit taller than either of us, is it not?"

"you got a ladder?"

"Yes,"

she pointed at a folded step-ladder resting against the house.

"but it is a human one, so I'm afraid it doesn't quite hold my weight."

she unfolded it, and set the step-ladder in front of me.

"You are about human sized, will it work for you?"

standing on the ladder, i was only as tall as toriel is while standing on the ground.

at this fact, she had to try and (unsuccessfully) stifle a laugh.

"Hehe! Is the weather much better up here?"

i poked her in the forehead.

"nope, but i can do that now."

tori leaned towards me until she was about two inches from my face.

"You know what else you can do now?"

so i leaned forward....

lightly bonking my forehead off of hers.

"headbutt you at equal height."

"Ah! You-"

"𝗛𝗘𝗬, 𝗧𝗥𝗔𝗦𝗛𝗕𝗔𝗚!!"

flowey suddenly shouted from behind a closed window.

tori opened the window and scolded him.

"You should not use insults! If you wanted the window opened, a simple 'please' will do."

he just rolled his eyes.

"Please apologize to Sans."

flowey glared at me, then looked at tori, then mumbled out a small 'sorry'.

"Thank you."

she stepped back onto the yard.

"Now, what of this roof situation?"

"someone around here probably has a ladder-"

"I know! I could lift you up, and you can string the garland!"

from the window, vines suddenly shot across the yard.

they grabbed the decorations, hastily hanging them from the roof.

"Ah... thank you, Flowey."

he just glared at me.

tori opened a box containing many yard standees. me, tori, and flowey stuck 'em all across the yard.

a zombie by the tree, werewolf prowling the treeline, ghosts haunting the stairs, and... a skeleton buried head-down in the dirt.

toriel put all the empty boxes on the porch, doing one more sweep of the area to make sure she didn't miss any.

i sat myself on the porch railing near the window flowey was in.

"that everything?"

"It would appear to be! Thank you for the help, Sans."

flowey loudly fake-coughed.

"...And thank you too, Flowey. Would you two like some hot chocolate?"

"yeah, but... can flowers even drink hot chocolate?"

"YOU DON'T EVEN HAVE A 𝙎𝙏𝙊𝙈𝘼𝘾𝙃!"

she paused in the front door frame.

"If you can't get along, nobody is getting any."

"hey, it was a genuine question."

flowey did something that resembled crossing his arms with his vines, but stayed quiet.

"Thank you."

she went inside, leaving me and flowey alone on the porch.

he watched as she went inside, making sure she was out of earshot before speaking.

"What's your deal, anyway?"

"bout five bucks."

"I- ...What?"

"take it or leave it."

"No, like what do you want with Toriel?"

"i don't have some secret ulterior motive, if that's what you're trying to imply."

"Well you can't just be 'friends'!"

"why not?"

"FRIENDS don't start taking off their clothes as soon as they're alone!"

"guess frisk has started spreading rumors, then."

i sighed and turned to face flowey on the windowsill.

"my shirt got caught and tore. 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩'𝙨 𝙖𝙡𝙡."

"Yeah, right."

"you can ask her yourself."

"Fine! I will! ...Later!"

he went surprisingly quiet for a bit.

".....What do you see in that old lady, anyway?"

"a friend."

"Why?"

"well, she's someone i can depend on."

"Can't Papyrus be that?"

"sure. and he is."

"Then what makes her any different from him?"

"papyrus is.. very high energy."

"Duh-"

"he's got a lotta big ideas. 'head in the stars,' and all. 'course, i love him for it, but sometimes...."

"you need someone a little more down to earth. balance it out, y'know?"

flowey was silent.

"..... she's a good lady. treat her well, alright?"

"You're making it sound like you're leaving."

"guess it did come across that way."

"...nah. i'm plannin' on hanging around a while longer."

"Yeah, you're too in love with Toriel to leave anywhere even a mile away!"

"nuh uh."

"Wh- 'nuh uh'?? Are you four?"

"turned five last april."

"THIRTY-five, maybe! You look ancient."

"hey, for a thirty five year old, i'd say i'm aging pretty well. i still don't have a single wrinkle."

"You're ACTUALLY thirty five?? Jeez, you really 𝘈𝘙𝘌 ancient!!"

"right within tori's age range, though."

he socked me in the chest with a heavy vine, knocking me into the bush just below the railing.

"STOP. UN-HAVE A CRUSH."

"haven't anything of the sort."

"BACK OFF MY MOM THIS INSTANT."

"..You consider me to be your mother?"

i heard tori's voice approach.

"Y-You must've. Misheard me."

"ok mama's boy."

"CAN IT, TRASHBAG."

"..If you wanted to refer to me as your mother, I would certainly not mind."

she leaned over the railing, spotting me in her bush.

"Is that more comfortable?"

"i fell."

i got up from the bush and went back up the stairs onto the porch. tori handed me a warm cup of hot chocolate.

"Yeah, fell 𝘪𝘯 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦! He totally has a giant-"

i shut the window, drowning out the sound of his voice.

"...a giant love for cocoa."

"?"

"I-I see.. I did not know you had such a fondness for hot chocolate."

flowey banged on the window, and tori opened it again.

"You 𝗮𝘀𝘀𝗵𝗼𝗹𝗲!"

"Flowey!"

"yeah, you better watch your damn language."

"Sans! Both of you need to watch your language. Do not make me rinse your mouths with soap!"

"i mean. you can try."

"Then.. a grounding?"

"flowey's already pretty 𝘨𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘥. kinda 𝘴𝘰𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘥 that idea."

flowey grimaced, and tori laughed.

"I suppose I will let you two off the hook, just this once. I hope this will not become the 𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘵 of a swearing problem!"

"Eugh. Nevermind. Close the window back."

he used two vines to lift himself off the windowsill back into the house, taking his mug with him.

me and tori chatted until it started getting dark.

"...I suppose you have to get home soon, do you not?"

"i'd stay longer, but i'm pretty sure frisk'll probably be here soon."

"Thank you again for your help today."

"bug me anytime, ok?"

"..Have a safe walk home, Sans."

she brushed my hand with hers.

i suddenly became aware of how close together we were sitting; aware of the strange fluttering in my chest.

".....seeya, tori."

i got up and rushed home before i could say something stupid.

...

flowey's words about crushes 'n love and whatnot..

.....

..........

nah.

he probably just hit my ribs too hard.

#undertale #journal #sans #toriel #flowey #soriel #papyrus #sans x toriel #toriel x sans #sans and flowey

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spideybatsy · 11 months

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A+B | Chapter Four

Summary: GN!reader is falling in love with Bruce Wayne, even if they won’t admit it. Everything takes a turn for the worse when Bruce’s biggest secret comes to light.

Pairing: Bruce Wayne x GN!Reader

WC: 1.4K

Warnings: na

Notes: Can be read as any batsy you’d like, I personally picture Bale bc I’m a slut for him <3

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The chilly Gotham air fills my lungs as I travel down the poorly lit street. Walking in the middle of the night has become a habit of mine, it’s the only time I can feel him anymore.

It’s been three months since my attempted robbery and a lot of things have changed. One thing, really. Bruce. More so, the lack of Bruce.

He hadn’t reacted when I said his name, instead he led me into the street, checked me over and vanished into the night. Although I walked home alone, I could feel the heat of his gaze until I closed the front door. Stacey hurried over, asking question after question and insisting I file a police report.

“You can’t let him get away with this, it’s disgusting.” She was angrier than I was. At this point, I just felt empty.

“He didn’t get away with it, Batman showed up.”

The gasp she let out was so loud that I flinched at the sound. She instantly apologised but dived into a new set of questions. What was he like? What did he do? What did he smell like? Was this his cloak?

“Yeah, he put it around my shoulders.” I ran my hand over my cheek and flinched. Pulling it away, I saw dried blood smothered across my palm.

“You need to go to the hospital.”

“I don’t have insurance. It’ll cost so much that I won't be able to make rent.”

Stacey goes to respond but was cut off by a knock at the door. We shared a concerned glance. Who would be visiting at a time like this? Unsure what to do, we edged closer, but I flung the door open once I heard the all too familiar voice.

“Alfred, what are you doing here?” The older man stood in the hallway; a small box clutched in his hand. His face was scrunched in anger. The look only grew worse when he took in my face.

“Master Wayne sent me.” He stepped into the room and greeted Stacey for the second time that night. “He said you may need some help cleaning up.”

This was all the confirmation I needed. Bruce Wayne is Batman. Batman is Bruce Wayne. How else would Alfred know about my injuries?

We set up on the kitchen table, Alfred’s box filled with first aid supplies. Stacey stayed with us for a while but went to bed after seeing I was in good hands. The room was silent except for the gentle brush of cotton against my torn-up cheek.

“It’s true, isn’t it?”

Alfred looks at me and his eyes soften. “Yes.”

I hum. “Who else knows?”

“Me, the guy who makes his gear,” He goes back to cleaning my wounds. “And you.”

I wince as he hits a sensitive spot, Alfred apologises and goes back in with an even lighter hand.

“What happens now?”

“I don’t know.”

Alfred finished my wounds after about half an hour and left. I hadn’t seen him since.

My phone beeps with a message from Stacey. Where are you?

Just on a walk, will be home soon.

You need to stop doing that, it’s dangerous out there. I know she’s right, but I can’t stop. I miss him. I miss him so much.

I had texted Bruce that night, just a quick message to let him know I’d made it home okay. He never responded. We had organised our Wednesday lunch the week before, so I arrived at the restaurant and waited. He rarely runs late, so I sent him another message after five minutes to see if he wanted me to order for him. No response.

The anxiety flowed through my veins when I showed up uninvited to the manor on Saturday. Maybe, just maybe, he’d lost his phone. Maybe Batman stuff had come up and he didn’t have a chance to let me know. Either way, Alfred would let me know what was going on.

I walked up to the front door, knocked and waited. Usually, Alfred would greet me within seconds. But 10 seconds turned into 20. 20 into 30. 30 into minutes. I think I stood there for five minutes before I finally gave up and went home.

The worst part? The lights were on the entire time. They weren’t even trying to hide the fact they were home.

My car had still been in the shop, so I took a bus into the city and walked back to my house. Then I spotted him. The dark, intimidating figure on the rooftop above me. I turned to look at him, but he was gone. Still, I felt the heat of his gaze on me until I walked through the front door.

As an experiment, I walked home the evening after. Then the evening after that. For a whole week, I navigated the shadowy streets to my apartment. And for a whole week, I felt him watching.

Maybe he didn’t want to talk to me. Maybe he wanted nothing to do with me anymore. But he still cared enough to protect me, even when there were more vulnerable people just around the corner. It made me feel safe. It made me feel loved.

Don’t get me wrong, I’m still royally pissed off. Only a coward would give someone the silent treatment. I don’t know what I’d do first if I saw him again, hug or punch him. I do know, though, that I’d never let him go again.

I was just walking past an alleyway when I saw something glimmer. Turning, something shined back from within the darkness. The alley was so dark that I could hardly see a thing but still, I edge closer. At the end of the day, I knew the Dark Knight was watching over me. He’d protect me.

I was about to step further into the darkness when a hand pulled me backwards. I couldn’t help the yelp that escaped me as the stranger span me around.

“What are you doing?” His voice was so deep that it was basically a growl.

“God, you can’t just jump out like that.” I stumble back, “You’ll scare someone to death.”

“You’ll catch your death if you keep walking around in the middle of the night.” He basically snarls. “I can’t spend all my time babysitting you.”

His words cut deep, and I instantly feel my eyes stinging. “Well shit, sorry. I won’t bother you anymore.”

I turn away and start heading back down the street. I don’t know if it’s purposeful or not, but I hear him follow me. Something inside me cracks and anger begins to flood through my veins, numbing the pain. I snap back, coming face to face with the masked man.

“What is your problem?” I ask through gritted teeth. “I want you around and you leave me. Then you follow me and have the audacity to tell me to leave. If you want to be with me, just do it. If not, leave me alone.”

He merely stares back at me, an annoyed scowl on his face.

“I can’t handle the indecision. It hurts too much.” My voice grows quieter.

“You think you’re the only one hurting?” He takes a step closer, now our chests are brushing. “I think about you every minute of every day.”

“Oh please. You don’t get to be the sob story who lost your friend when you were the asshole who threw it all away!” I clench my fist, hardly noticing it shake.

“I don’t care about what everyone else thinks. I care about keeping you safe. Being friends with the Prince of Gotham is dangerous enough but with Batman too? You’ll be a walking target.” His scowl drops away as his lips press into a flat line.

“All this talk about my safety but what about my happiness?” I place my hand on his arm. “What about yours? Are you happy like this? Always keeping everyone away to protect them.”

“Everyone I love dies.”

“I’m still here and I don’t plan on dying anytime soon.”

My words have the opposite intended effect, as Bruce rips his arm away from me and staggers back a few steps.

“I won’t give you the chance.”

Then he disappears into the darkness.

Caught in the moment, we both forgot about the glinting item down the alley. The creature holding it slid further into the shadows, unnoticed and unseen.

#bruce wayne #bruce Wayne x reader #gn!reader #bale!batman #bale!bruce wayne x reader #bale!brucewayne x gn!reader #dc #fluff #smut #angst

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mintacle · 1 year

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So you want to make one of those neat little posts with the images and the texts that read like a poem and have an overarching theme, but you don't even know what they're called, let alone how to do them. This post is your sign from God (me) to make one because I love them so much and also some tips on what I do.

1. What are these things even called? these are called web weaves or web weavings and as far as I'm aware their pretty much only on tumblr rn.

2. What kind of things can I use? Literally anything. The more various your scources, the cooler. You can use peoms, books, lyrics. Paintings, Graphics, photos, stills. Messages, posts, asks, comments. I especially love to use posts or messages etc. that someone posted in a very mundane manner and elevating it with the web weave and acknowledging the poetry in our everyday life.

3. How do I put it together? I first gather all the material I want to use into one draft, then I rearrange over and over again and see what effect it has on me. The main method I use to judge whether I am satisfied with my web weave is if it has an effect on me. If not, then I rework it again and again.

4. But how do I even start my first one? So, I have a folder with close to 300pics of potential material for web weaves. My advice is to start gathering your own stuff, take screenshots of literally anything that makes you feel stuff. Keep your eyes open in the real world for graffiti or bathroom stall scribbles that make you feel something. Poetry is just words that mean more than just their content and that is present everywhere.

5. Should I title my webweave? I prefer to give my web weaves a title or short caption, because it makes it easier to understand the theme. Themes can be anything, from vague concepts like "love" or "guilt" to very specific things like "I wear headphones all the time because I was screamed at so much, I never want to be screamed at again, I need a voice screaming at me all the time." Art speaks for itself, but titles often still help your audience understand the register of your art to even know how to listen.

6. Sources. I'm really bad at this one. Try to take screenshots in which you include the source you got it from. It's good practice to list all the sources in order at the end of the webweave. But often I end up with webweaves of which there are at least half of the screenshots I don't even remember where I got from. The oy thing I think is absolutely inacceptable is using someone else's post or art without asking for permission and crediting them.

Ok, I can't think of anything else rn, but ask box is open (as always) and if anyone wants some pointers do not hesitate to message me either, I am crazy about web weaves and will absolutely support anyone who wants to try their own hand at one.

#web weave #web weaving #tutorial-ish #do them do them do them #there should be more web weaves for eveything all the time

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little-luna-143 · 1 year

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No Judgement

You and Lip have known each other for quite some time, ever since Lip got beaten up by Mickey for trying to get him to leave you alone. That pretty much solidified your friendship with him. Heading over to the Gallagher house and knocking on the door, you wait a minute until someone answers the door this time it was Ian, who just happens to be the middle brother of the Gallagher group. "Hey (Y/N), Lips a little preoccupied at the moment if you want to sit and watch tv while you wait for him..." Ian tells me walking back to the couch. "Yeah that's fine, where's everyone else at?" You question "Fiona is at work, Debbie's with Sheila's and I have no idea where Carl is" Ian tells me and I just roll my eyes "Aren't you just a great brother" I tell Ian sitting down next to him.

I must have been waiting for Lip for at least an hour before I see Mandy Milkovich rushing down the stairs "What an asshole" she mutters before signaling for Ian to follow her. Taking that as my cue I go up to where Lips room is and knocking on the door "Mandy I told you I didn't want your help with it!" Lip yells from inside the room "It's not Mandy you idiot" You tell him seeing him open the door finally "Seriously, your banging a Milkovich now? What happened to Karen?" you ask lying down on his bed before sitting back up by the window where you ask for a cigarette. Lip gives you a look causing him to gasp "You haven't stopped banging Karen either!? You dog!" you tell him pushing him playfully. You and Lip continue to talk for a while until you hear the door downstairs slam shut "That's my cue to see if Fiona needs any help getting dinner ready for you Motley Crue" You joke, kissing him on the cheek like you always do before you head down. Fiona's day didn't go well, she got fired so someone's nephew could have a job... So I helped her prepare dinner for the kids and by the time the food was ready, Mandy had came back and had sat herself in between Ian and Lip "Didn't know that you would be joining us Mandy" I scoff "And I didn't know you don't know when you're not wanted" She sneers back at me "Well actually Fiona invited me to stay for dinner since, you know, I helped make the food for everyone" I snap back "Plus, Lip wants me here, Right?" I add seeing Mandy snap her head to Lip and Lip look like a deer in headlights not saying anything "You know what, I'll just leave, enjoy your meal" I say kissing Liam on the head and patting Fiona on the back "Good luck" I whisper to her before grabbing my things and leave.

I get off the porch when I get stopped by someone saying my name, turning around already knowing it was Lip. "What do you want?" you ask "Look I'm sorry if I'm an asshole but I did want you to stay, and not because you helped with dinner" Lip tells me "But yet you couldn't say anything in front of your little girlfriend?" you question as Mandy steps out "Look I didn't want to cause drama between you two" Lip states gesturing at both of you "Well how about this, when you decide to get your head out of your ass, give me a call" You tell him walking up to him and giving him a kiss on the cheek like you always did before flipping Mandy the bird and walking away. Weeks go by and Karen ended up getting hit by a car and no one knew who did it. But you did receive an anonymous text message saying you were next, scared for your life you call Lip "Hey I know we didn't end off on the right foot the other night but I just got a text saying "I'm next" and I think it was from whoever hit Karen with their car... Just give me a call back please?" I tell the voicemail box before hanging up. I went to go see Karen and let me tell you, when I mean she was messed up, she was MESSED up. Right now they have her in some medically assisted coma, and there was no telling what she was going to be like if she passes this hurtle.

I was walking home when I saw a note on my front door "STAY AWAY FROM LIP" was written on it with what I would only guess either red marker or blood. Having enough of it, I take the note to the Gallagher's household, I say my pleasantries to Fiona and the younger kids before heading up to Lip. Not caring if there was something going on in the room I just barge in "Hey, You never called me back from the voicemail I sent you" I tell him thanking god there wasn't anything happening when I came into his room. "I didn't know you left a voicemail" Lip tells me grabbing his phone to look "I called you like the other night" I reply and all I see him do is shake his head no "Yeah see, I have nothing in the voicemail box" he tells me shoving his phone in my face. "Well let me give you the quick version of the call; I got a text from a number I don't know saying that I was next just hours after Karen got hit by a car, and then today I have a note saying this" I inform Lip handing him the note. "What the hell?!" Lip yells handing the note to Ian so he could see what it means "I don't know what kind of sick game this is, but whoever this is better stay the fuck away from me, before I pop open a can of whoop-ass on them" You tell them seeing both the boys laugh "Seriously (Y/N) you aren't that scary, remember the time that Suzie wanted to start that fight? You ended up staying away from school for close to a month until she forgot why she wanted to fight you" Ian states wiping a tear from his eye.

You ended up telling Fiona what's going on and she insisted you stay over-night, Fiona wasn't against it because she knew if you say you're going to stay on the couch you usually do. But tonight was a different story, every little noise that was made scared you, to the point where you walked up to Lips room (Fiona's old room) and you knock on the door "Lip, Are you up?" you whisper and you hear him tell you that you can come in "Sorry if I woke you up, it's just... Knowing there's someone out there who want's to hurt me, kinda scares me" you tell him sitting on the bed "Would you mind if I sleep on the floor in here tonight? Just to give me some piece of mind, and don't worry I'll tell Fiona why I didn't stay on the couch in the morning so you don't get in trouble" You say in one breath without realizing it. "No you don't have to sleep on the floor, you can sleep in the bed with me, I'll stay above the blankets." Lip says like the gentlemen he was "The floor is too hard for anyone to sleep on" he adds ushering me under the covers. You end up convincing Lip to get under the covers since his room was so cold, you two can share a bed without someone loosing their pants was your argument.

When you wake up to Fiona yelling to everyone that breakfast was ready you realize that in the middle of the night you must have gotten cold because Lip had a tight grip on you. "Liiiipppp" you sing pushing his hair out of his face "It's time to get up... and I kind of can't get up until you let go of me" You laugh as he tightens his grip for a second then lets go. There wasn't anything that needed to be said, you knew you could be yourself if you're around him. Before you leave his room you see him pout so you chuckle and kiss him on his cheek "Get up" You whisper to him before leaving his room. After walking down to the kitchen Fiona stops you "Why were you not on the couch when I woke up?" she asks you and then you go into the somewhat long spiel on what happened last night "I'm sorry Fiona, I promise I won't do it again" you say only for Fiona to tell you she'd rather it be you in Lip's bed than Mandy. You help make breakfast and realize Lip is still not downstairs so up the stairs you go again, "Lip... You gotta get up, breakie is done and you don't want to miss out." you tell him getting closer to the bed but you must have gotten too close because next thing you know you're being pulled back into bed. He then chooses to tickle you so you start this whole war up trying to tickle him back and get him to stop tickling you, You both are laughing when you hear a foot tapping at the door and someone clear their throats. Looking up you see Mandy standing there pissed, like if this was a cartoon she would have a red face and steam coming out of her ears - pissed. You sit up and catch your breath and make yourself look presentable "I was trying to get him up so he can eat before leaving for school" you tell her looking back at Lip "Downstairs soon please?" you add to Lip giving him another kiss on the cheek not caring if Mandy was there or not, that was something you always did and you didn't feel the need to stop just because she was watching.

Weeks go by and you are still looking over your shoulder, But you were trying to stay somewhat calm because there was a surprise party planned for Lip since he graduated high school and you wanted it to be all about him. You decided to hide how many threats you gotten since until after his party was over, Getting ready to go to the Gallagher house you just kind of stuff all the threats into your back right next to his present. Once there, you see Fiona bringing Lip out blindfolded, you all start hooting and hollering when he takes off the blindfold. You guys have cake and beer having fun like always when Lip comes over to you "Congratulations! The first Gallagher to graduate!" You tell him and he congratulates you back in return since you graduated high school with him "Hey I wouldn't have graduated if it wasn't for you, helping me to understand half the shit coming out of our teacher's mouth's!" you yell over the music "By the way, I have a present for you in my bag if you want to get it later" you tell him as you guys continue to dance and drink.

The party is over and you were up in Lip's room, he had just excused himself so he could grab your present out of your bag, but when he returned he not only held the present but he also had all the papers of threats that you have received. "What the hell are all these?" Lip asks dropping them on his bed "Sorry I was meaning to tell you about them but I didn't want to ruin your party" you inform him putting your head in your hands "They have been coming non-stop, and they all say to have something to do with you" You tell him while he picks up one "What I did to Karen will look like child's play next to what I will do to you" He reads out loud before throwing it back on the bed. "Okay we need to go to the cop's, this needs to end" Lip tells me grabbing my hand and hoisting me off his bed "What good will that do? I don't know who is doing this yet alone they haven't found out who ran over Karen..." You trail off "Just come with me" is all Lip had to say as he grabs all the papers.

Getting to the police station was easy, it was when you had to wait for a cop to come and talk to you two, but after waiting for what seemed like hours someone FINALLY comes over to you. "What seems to be the problem?" the cop asks with a coffee in his hand. You both inform the cop of the situation at hand and he didn't look the least bit interested. You were getting irritated when finally Lip speaks up "Jesus Christ! The person you are looking for is Mandy Milkovich, she's the one that hit Karen with a car and she's the one leaving all these messages for (Y/N)" after Lip proved he knew what he was saying, the cop gave you both a ride back to the Gallagher house and said they would look into the Mandy situation. Heading up to Lips room to get your bag to head home but Lip stops you saying the Fiona wouldn't care if she spent the night again after hearing what had happened. He turns on the radio and you both sit next to the window blazing up together when a catchy song comes on.

"When you're with me, no judgement You can get that from anyone else You don't have to prove nothing You can just be yourself When you're with me, no judgement We can get that from everyone else And we don't have to prove nothing When you're with me, no judgement (Mhm, we don't have to prove nothing Mhm, when you're with me, no judgement)"

You look at Lip after you finish the joint and before you knew it his lips were on yours. Lip locked for what seemed like an eternity, when finally you separate and he looks at you in a way that he never looked at you before "This song is so true, when you're here, you can be yourself and I never will judge you for it" Lip tells you before kissing you again.

The End

#shameless imagine #niall horan lyrics

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shojizbae · 10 months

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Chuseok

Min Ho x Fem! Reader

Masterlist

♨︎☤♨︎✄

Chuseok arrived soon enough, meaning Principal Han gave speeches to the class on the importance of family and then reminded us to study hard for finals. This also meant that the majority of the school was going home for the week we were given to ourselves and 'family'. Unfortunately, when I text my dad that he should expect me home in about 48 hours all he responded with was 'why'.

message received he doesn't want me around. I wish all my roommates a happy Chuseok as I see their smiles. they all are happy to go home to their parents. I decide to visit the family plot and pray for my brothers' health.

I feel homesick.

I put on my headphones and opened the mother's notebook. It's full of all my mom and grandma's best recipes. It's a tradition in our household that I prepare our special maejakgwa. Mom used to make them every Christmas, Chuseok, and birthday but she can't really do that anymore. Luckily, Kitty is planning a friendsgiving and needs help at the market.

She meets me at my dorm to help me pick out an outfit. I'm still struggling to accommodate all the new choices. Not much familiar. She picks out a pair of slightly platform vans, and a knit, a green-striped mini dress which is a little showy for my tastes. There's a slight wind chill today, so she pairs to be in a different denim jacket than the other day. Seriously Min Ho bought like nine of these.

She puts my wallet, tampons, and other doodads from my last purse into a cross-body bag from YSL. Then she ushers me out of school and into a bus. The city is a little less crowded with all the college kids home for the holiday. That doesn't mean that the families that do live in the city don't the marketplace an absolute zoo. Kitty doesn't have a clue how to read any of the labels so I translate while she fiddles with a playlist of Tik Toks. I show her the bargains but she insists on getting the exact products used in her tik toks.

Kitty is insistent on getting a very pricy bottle of soy sauce. I try to tell her no but she places it in the cart. we move down the aisle. We're doing well until Min Ho approaches,

"What are you doing here?" He asks Kitty, still oblivious to my presence.

"We are getting ingredients for Chuseok dinner."

"Do you even know what you would do with this?" he holds up a bag of rice cakes

"Yes, I do! C'mon Kitty, we only need a few more things." I grab her enormous cart and grunt it forward. Min Ho catches up with us. Probably because I can only go snail speed with the massive cart.

"Here let me help you," he put his very small basket in our cart nad pushed forward. He retuned most of the supplies claiming he already had it up in his dorm.

"Min Ho, who are you buying chocolate strawberries for?" Kitty picks up a heart shaped box

"Someone." he snatches the box back and his phone dings "Ooh it's Lulu, we've been flirting since her trainee days." something in me wilts. That's new.

He ushers us to the registers and it takes much less time to check out if I let Kitty take the ropes. Min Ho brings us to his driver and has him load our groceries in. It feels weird to let people serve me. Were driven back and go right back to the Song-Ho dorm.

Kitty and I put their groceries up in the refrigerator and in the cabinets while Min Ho puts on a movie. It's one that his mom starred in. I missed the tragic opening scene of the movie as I sort out the groceries I need for my recipes.

Min Ho plops down in the center of the left cushion and Kitty joins him at a comfortable distance at the center of the right cushion. This leaves an awkward situation. There isn't enough space to sit between Kitty and the armrest. This means that I have to sit between the two of them. I take my jean jacket off so I don't scratch either of them with the buttons.

Kitty scoots closer to the armrest when I sit and I focus in on the plot. the premise is an uber successful businesswoman whose conglomeration is just a front for her underground ring. Because of Korean censorship laws, they couldn't actually show real drugs but it's heavily implied that she's creating and selling some crazy hallucinogen. The twist though is that she starts to fall in love with one of her lackeys who recently got hooked on her products. This lackey is tied to the company because he's using his labor to pay off his debt. I heard that the movie ends with his mom pregnant because of course no woman is truly fulfilled until she's a mother.

I watch Min Ho's amber eyes light up as he recounts details and stories from the set. From the skeezy director who was hooking up with a sound tech girl. To the producer who showed up drunk every two weeks. He tells me how one arts producer almost quit because he had to keep rebuilding props. and even the fight that went down between the hair designers and the costume team. I start to lose interest though when he brags about the crafty that he hooked up with while his mom performed a very emotional monologue. I swivel my head back to the TV screen as she begins that very monologue.

Her sorrowful words bring tears to my eyes but weight over rules that as I feel exhaustion kicks in. Man, I didn't realize I was this tired. The world swirls to pitch black as I hear his mom sigh and lament.

♨︎☤♨︎✄

I awake to someone gently but incessantly poking my cheek. I peel open my eyes and wipe the crust from my eyelashes. I catch the trail of droll that rolls down the corner of my mouth.

"Man you are not a pretty sleeper."

"Min Ho!" Q, I think yells from the kitchen "That is not nice!"

"I'm just saying, you snore like an ogre." I feel the seam of a blanket tickle my chin as I try to swivel my stiff neck.

"Why is there a blanket on me?" I sit up and let the blanket fall to my waist

"Huh,"

"Why is there a blanket on me?" I inquire with some 'tude

"Because I didn't want you to get cold." min ho mutters but I'm still half asleep so comprehension is still kind of out the window

"What was that Minnie?"

"I didn't want you to get cold!" he half yells half whines

"Aww, you can be sympathetic." I stand up and drape the blaket on his shoulders using it as leverage to pull him close to my face "That's sweet." I tug one side so it flies off his neck and wrap it around my shoulders.

in the Kitchen Q and Kitty are still pulling gout take-out containers. I grab a pair of chopsticks and steal a box of shrimp lomein. Q picks out a pox of fried chicken and some pork fried rice, and Kitty produces a white box of crab rangoon which she munches on happily. Min-ho returns to his room and scoffs at us. he digs through the fridge and pulls out a cabbage and starts chopping it up.

"Are you making Kim Chi for Chuseok?" Dae inquires

"Yeah,"

""Aw man. I almost wish I wasn't going home."

"You're lucky you get to go home. You don't have to be poisoned at Chuseok by Min Ho's kimchi"

"You will not be poisoned, my kimchi is nothing short of orgasmic." I stop and pause with my chopsticks an inch away from my mouth.

"That's disgusting, I suddenly would much rather sleep completely alone in my dorm now." I collect my jacket and my bag of groceries and hike back to the girl's dorm. It's cold and empty in the dorm, I have to turn on every light to see anything. I toss my jacket into oblivion bit then I pause and pick it up and hang it on the coat rack.

I switch the TV on for a source of white noise. The news anchor drones on in Korean about some scandal or another. I circle back to the bag of groceries and start disbursing them throughout the shelves. The majority of our food is freezer meals, sodas, and snacks so I did drop a few dollars on flour. I decide to call it a night. The dorm is lonely, there is no waiting for an obscene amount of time to use the bathroom. I just march right in and line up the products I'll need. I won't need to hide them for the next 6 days.

huh

I clean the bathroom after I've cleansed and wiped and moisturized and serum my face. No one is going to screw this up. I think as I observe the spotless space

huh

With a final brush to my teeth and an adjustment to my braids, I turn the bathroom lights out and lock the front door to the dorm. I flip off the lights in my dorm and tug my hoodie hood up. I pull my covers on and plug my phone in and scroll through Tik Toks. I poke a leg out and flip over on my mattress. I toss and turn for another forty minutes before exhaustion consumes me.

♨︎☤♨︎✄

I arise with perfectly soft and styled hair, and cute matching silky pajamas. Min Ho is in my kitchen preparing me a macchiato without his shirt on.

"Good morning gorgeous." he holds the cup up to me and I hold it. It's the perfect temperature and its tastes lovely when I take a sip. I lick my bottom lip of some loose foam. Min Ho walks around the counter and stands really close to my face. He smells warm and clean, like fresh laundry. In fact, his body radiates warmth.

"Uh oh, You've got a little something." He brings his thumb up to my lip and swipes excess foam off my lip. He puts his thumb to his lips and gently runs his tongue along it. Everything seems to slow down and time ticks by "Well, that was sweet," He leans in and kisses me. He leans back and his eyes flit between mine. I curl up to my tippy toes and kiss him again and his tongue licks across my bottom lip. I open my mouth and let him in.

His kiss feels incredible.

I put my cup on the counter and wrap my arms around his neck. He grabbed me at the back of my thighs, not my ass, just below. I jump up on him and he grabs on tight. He marches me into my room and sets me on the mattress. Everything feels silky, the sheets, his hair, his pajama pants, his skin. His lips feel like warm velvet cake and his body weight feels so comfortable.

I wrap my legs around his waist and he runs his hands up my neck and through my hair. He's locked in and I start rolling my hips against his groin. He feels hot against me. Everything feels hot and silky. In a startling and almost abrupt manner, I feel an oncoming orgasm. My body feels somewhere between weightless and tingling.

I wake up with a startle before I can climax.

My body was shaking. My feet feel like they're full of pins and needles. I walk around and look in the mirror. I try to look at myself but I feel so disgusted. It's not even light out I notice as I take a glance to the window.

I grab my phone and text Q

'emergency hike as soon as you wake up' 02:33

'now?" 02:34

'Oh shit, I guess' 02:34

I run into my room and find some better clothing. All I'm wearing is a hoodie and underwear. I put on a clean pair of underwear and some calf-high socks. I find a cute body suit with a chest cut out and high hips. I find a matching tech wear joggers and cropped hoodie set and throw that on with a pair of high-rise vans. I didn't take the time to put in contacts or put on makeup I just grabbed my phone and ran out the door. Q was waiting for me looking just as glowing as he normally did.

"How do you look so pretty at four in the morning?" I tuck my glasses up

"There is no need for you to be asking me questions. Why did you call an emergency hike? You were so opposed to hiking earlier?"

"Well that's because I didn't want to be around a bunch of people to just stare at me."

"Well you picked a good time, any sane person is still asleep."

"Yeah, that reminds me, why aren't you in bed?"

"Because you texted."

"Well, yeah but," We hit the first hill on the path

"Quit stalling, why did you text me?" He gives me a punitive look in my eyes. I stall until we've reached the apex, and begin our decent

"Uhh, I had a dream."

"Alright Dr. King, about what?"

"Umh about, Min Ho-"

"YOU HAD A SEX DREAM ABOUT MIN HO!"

"Well, um yeah sorta. We didn't have sex but we were making out and it was like hot."

"Ok, so do you think you like Min Ho?"

"No, I'm actually repulsed by him, but like my brain clearly wants me to like him. I'm just, I'm simply lost. Like I have a tangy feeling in my mouth just thinking about kissing him."

"Could that just be morning breath?"

"maybe, but what does this mean? I've never, er I've never really had. sex dream before."

"Never?"

"Well, not this vivid. I had one but it was like I was getting caressed by all these shadows and you could see hands and mouth coming out and attaching to my body but it was no one specific."

"That sounds hot."

"That's not the focus! what am I supposed to do Q?

"I think you should ask Min Ho to be your date to Chuseok."

"I don't think I should get a date to chuseok, especially since he's supposed to be hooking up with Lulu some time soon."

"Lulu she's totally gorgeous and has a beautiful singing voice and she's great at dancing."

"Q" I whined "You're not helping."

"Oh, so you like him?"

"NO, I'm repulsed by him."

"But you dreamt about making out with him?"

"I don't know Q," we round the corner which brings us to the end of the trail "This whole thing is so weird. It's like He's so physically hot that I would be attracted to him scientifically. But his personality is just repulsive. His ego makes me nauseous but every once in a while there is this crack in his persona. You can see this like, genuinely caring and gentle person. But his goodness doesn't outweigh his horrible terribleness."

"Well, maybe you should just make out with him and see if it fucks up your psyche."

"That's terrible."

"You should just try kissing him. Get this out of your system and then see if he wants to keep kissing you or you to him."

"That's nauseating." we reenter the school grounds and sit in the little circle with a cherry blossom tree.

"Well you were the one who dreamed about him all nakey and rubbing up on you."

"Uh gross, I need to go wash my brain and body with holy water."

"No, look, the sun is about to rise!" he points me toward the sky and we get to see the beautiful sunrise. It's so wonderful. It makes my mind clear almost instantly. I look at the conglomeration of colors. The many swirling clouds of violet ad tangerine swirl into a lovely rose to tint the clouds. I sigh and run through all the possibilities of if or If I were not to kiss him.

Every time I come upon a negative answer I just look back into the sky and I see the swirling rainbow. The world looks so pretty when you're not worried about it.

"Alright, we're going to need to get back to the dorm if we want at least an hour of sleep in us before classes." Q shakes me but I remain fixed on the sky

"Why bother, let's just skip."

"No, we don't skip this is a boarding school. Have you forgotten where you are?"

"No,"

"Well maybe you've forgotten who you are."

"Maybe. Ever since this whole transformation I really feel like a whole new girl. I've never felt the desire to rebel like this. What's wrong with me?"

"Nothing, you're doing what normal people do at 12. Some sort of sexual awakening mixed with the urge to rebel."

"You sound like me," I finally get up and join him. We walk back to the dorms. Well I to mine and him to his. I shower thoroughly and brew coffee instead of just using instant coffee. I blare music through the kitchen speakers and sing along to my heart's content. While the coffee brews, I dance around and get dressed. I've got my shirt half-buttoned and tucked sloppily into the skirt. I'm halfway through tugging my left sock on when my front door opens. I scream and topple over.

"Oh my god! Don't ever make that sound again!" from the ground I see Min Ho plugging his ears. He looks handsome in his school uniform, mmm but his tie is sloppy.

"Min Ho," I stand up and brush myself off "Ughh, Alexa volume two. Min Ho, how did you get in?"

"You left your door unlocked. Someone could have broken in." He closes the door behind himself and I hear the lock click.

"Why'd you lock the door?"

"So no one could interrupt us," he stalk closer to me and hold me around my waist. "You know coffee seems to be a good taste on your tongue." He kisses me again. It's even more heated than the first one. Except this time it's real. I can feel the warmth of his body against mine.

"UH (Y/n)?" Q shakes me awake "(Y/n), you were drooling into your coffee." I grunt myself awake and take in my surroundings. I'm not in my dorm, I'm in the boy's dorm. I've got contacts in and I'm quite neatly dressed. Even someone had french braided my hair. Kitty.

I scan over and see that Min Ho, too is very neatly dressed and his tie has been placed impeccably. Except he's not in his uniform he's just dressed for a business meeting.

"Why are you dressed so fancy?"

"I told you we're going to have a photo shoot. If the press sees what charity I've done it'' will reflect well that my mother has raised a gentle and caring son."

"And why am I being used as a pawn to further your mother's success?"

"Because I gave you a makeover. Scratch that I gave you the opportunity not to die a virgin." I slap Min Ho sharp across the jaw

"You deserve the makeover." I point in his face "I may have been ugly on the outside, but you are far worse. Your insides are hideous, you're a slimy festering worm, a conglomerate of all things evil culminating on the insides." I punctuate most of my words with a poke to his chest. Slowly I back him into a wall.

"Woah what the hell is happening?" Dae questions

"This better not be another dream," I push the door open behind us

"Another dream?"

"(Y/n), you're drooling again?" Dae shakes my shoulder

"Fuck I need to get some sleep." I wipe my eyes "And not have a sex dream." and groan into a pillow

"I'm sorry, what?"

"You're continuously having sex dreams?" I hear Min Ho say from the kitchen.

"No,"

"Who are they about?"

"None of your business. Dae shouldn't you be home?"

"I was just about to leave, but you were groaning in your sleep. Are you alright."

"I'm fine. Go home Dae," I put a hand on his shoulder.

He seems ready to leave, picking up phis duffel and almost running out of the room.

"How did I end up here?"

"Q said you passed out after taking a hike with him at four in the morning. We didn't have your card so we couldn't get into your dorm."

"Wait wait wait, before we go any further, am I dreaming?"

"You just woke up?"

"Yeah well, I've been fooled before."

"you're awake. Oh how do you say to a photoshoot with me after chuseok?"

"Holy shit am I psychic? Or is this deja vu?"

"what are you talking about?"

"I swear I just had this conversation with you. But in my dream."

"Oh, so you are having sex dreams and dreaming about me?"

"Sorta, but in this last dream I was just yelling at you. You seemed kind of turned on by it." he rears back

"So you're having multiple sex dreams about me?" I sit up and tuck my knees in

"Sort of? I was talking to a friend and they said I should just try to make out with you to get out of my system."

"What, who said that?"

"I'm not going to reveal my sources."

"Well why don't you try and kiss me and get it out your system."

"Because that's gross."

"Well, you're the one who's dreaming about it."

"I should have never told you, I knew this would go poorly."

"If you don't kiss me, maybe I'll just kiss you."

"Oh brother," I drop my face into a nearby pillow

"What," he drags me back up by my shoulder. He smiles and it just feels magnetic

"That's something you would have said in those dreams. Something super cliche and Wattpad-y"

"Well, If I kiss you what will happen?"

"I don't know," I gasp as he leans with gently puckered lips. I put a hand on his collar and give him a gentle pushback. "And I don't want to find out. I don't think I'm emotionally mature enough to be ready for a relationship with you. You're very handsome, but I'm not ready to handle you the way you are. I'll see you at dinner tomorrow Min Ho." I get up and leave the dorm. I've learned from my dreams in several ways and picked up all my belonging after making a dramatic exit.

♨︎☤♨︎✄

I decided to catch up on my sleep. And man was I exhausted. I slept for almost 16 hours and woke up the next day. It was actual Chuseok day so I needed my head screwed on straight. I got out my mom's cookbook to get the maejakgwa recipe. Because my family couldn't get them fresh I was going to make two batches. Baking always takes my mind off everything. I get so focused on the details. The timer dings as I scrub some dishes and I pull the ginger cookies out of the oven.

They smell delicious.

I want to eat all of them.

I let the cookies cool down and find a fun box to package them. I try to write out a letter to my family but I end up sobbing onto the sheet of paper. Before I can get too emotional I text a hand delivery service and tell them that I need a box of cookies brought to my friends. I prepare the box and wait by the front entrance of the school. A man on a scooter collects the box with a smile. I return to the dorm and prepare my main dish.

My granny's muguk.

I had to buy beef broth because I didn't have the time to prepare true broth. while that boils I chop radish and scallions and then slice up the beef. The dorm swells with the smell of Granny's delicious soup. It's what reminds me that I have yet to eat breakfast. I throw the final seasonings in the pot and wash my hands.

There's not much in the fridge but I find two Chobani flips and guzzle them down. Then I take down a box of strawberries. I lower the heat on the soup and let it simmer for another hour. I spend that time getting ready for dinner. I find a big slouchy cardigan and a really cool long pleated skirt. I add a simple white tank top under the cardigan and match it with some white sneakers. That sense of rebellion rises and I keep my glasses on.

I give my hair a curl and clip some pieces back and put o a light layer of makeup on. The sun is starting to set so I pot my soup and bring it down to the common area. I run back up to my dorm and retrieve the cookies and when I return the hall is almost full of expats.

Unfortunately so are Professor Finnerty and Professor Lee are there as well. I have nothing against Professor Finnerty. He's handsome and understands the students better because he seems like he's fresh out of the womb. But, Professor Lee is too intense for my peers. I like him though. I see Kitty, Q and Min Ho pull up. They place down big bowls of food and everyone finds a seat to get situated.

"Kitty, why don't you make a toast?" Q pushed her up to stand

"Well, hello everybody this is my first Chuseok but I'm going to make sure it isn't my last." There's a scatter of giggles "I want to make this toast out to my mom. Wherever you are, I love you, Mom, Happy Chuseok!" we all cheer and clink our glasses together. I find my soup and take a healthy portion of my muguk. Then I get a scoop of white rice and some japchae.

I say thank you for the food and dig in. Someone brought a gallon of Arizona iced tea so I grab a cup when I burn my tongue on the beef. I meet Min Ho at the drink station

"Oh Hello, (Y/n)."

"Min Ho you look kind of sweaty," I reach up for his forehead and it feels clammy.

"I feel fine."

"Well, you have that date tonight, right?"

"Yeah, how did you-"

"I hear you bragging about it. Just here, "I dig around my sweater pockets and provid some pills. "You look like you may need some meds. Here's Dramamine for nausea, tums, if your stomach starts spinning and cramping. It's an anti-acid. And for general pain here's some Advil." I hand him three little bottles

"Oh, why are you giving me meds. If you saw I was sick wouldn't you love that my date be sabotaged?"

"What who do you think I am? If I ugh If I like someone I'm not gonna purposefully let them have a bad date so they can crawl into my arms. Here, get Lulu an ice cream I hear she likes strawberries."

"Actually we would need to get sorbet."

I return to the tasty Japchae and my muguk. I was enjoying it until someone brought up that Min Ho is the one who cooked it.

"You cooked this Min Ho?" I pulled my utensils from my face

"Yeah, it's my mum's recipe."

"Well, it's delicious." I give him a smile and take another bite "Could use some salt."

"Is this your soup?" He takes a small bowl and has a bite "Could use some pepper."

"Well, you should try my maejakgwa cookies. Maybe bring some to Lulu."

"come here," He stands up and grabs me by the elbow. I'm taken around a corner and pressed against the wall. "what are you doing?"

"What do you mean what am I doing?" I look into his eyes and shake his hand off

"Why are you being so nice to me?"

"Because I'm a nice person?"

"Well stop, you used to have so much fire why'd you give up?"

"Because you obviously like Lulu. And she's way prettier and better at dancing than I am. So just go on that date and have fun."

I get up on my toes and give him a kiss on the cheek.

I take a deep breath and I limp back to the table ad take the display of steamed dumplings and stuff a stack of napkins in my pocket. I have no thought process my body just moves to its only comfort. I begin blindly stuffing my face until there's no elasticity left in my cheeks. I continue this self-pitying tirade until Professor Lee slams on the table to get everyone to quiet down. I realize what I've done and leave the room.

On my out of the dining hall, I find a nearby garbage bin and spit out my cheek fulls of soft gyoza. Tears are already running down my cheeks from shame. I doubt more than two people were looking at me but my brain tells me my worst fears. Everyone was watching the 'used to be' fat loser cry and stock her cheeks with pork and chicken. I get one of those napkins from my pocket and wipe the corners of my mouth. When I spot and exit I slam the metal and glass door open and continue half-assed splits as cool air hits my reddened cheeks.

"(Y/n)? What are you doing out here?" Oh no, oh god no. I turn on my heel. easiest way to avoid your problems is to run from them "Wait (Y/n) Erg!" Min Ho's distresses gurgles quell my escape

"Are you alright?" I get closer to him"what the hell's wrong with you?"

"I think someone poisoned me."

"What!" I grab my phone and start dialing the poison helpline all while blubbering nonsense Min Ho

"No, I think someone poisoned me with dairy."

"Ohhh that's why you would get sorbet." I reach through my pocket but only find the empty paper cube where the Lactaid pill I took this morning sat. "Oh shit, just," I grab him around his arms and help him up the stairs where we connect with Kitty.

"Finally, you took your sweet time,"

"Wait, you texted Kitty for help?" I let go of his shoulders

"Yeah?"

"Alright," Min Ho's phone interupts me

"It's Lulu she just pulled in. Someone cover for me. But make her feel allured, make me interesting."

"I've got it." I look Kitty in the yes and she grabs onto his bicep and they waddle to a nearby bathroom. I spin on my heel and brace the outdoors.

"Who are you? Have you seen Min Ho?"

"No, Ive been texting him nonstop but he hasn't responded." Her eyes light up. I know it's because she knows min ho is blowing me off to test her "He was supposed to take me for sorbet at six but I guess he got us both."

"Really he double-booked me with you? But you're so, whatever. You tell Minnie that we're going to dinner and sorbet at six tomorrow. One night with me and he'll have no reason to be late again." She turn on her heel and get's back into her fancy private car.

I swallow a ball in my throat and march back up the steps. Kitty is waiting for me ad Min Ho emerges from the doors looking relaxed and refreshed.

"Sooooo?"

"You two have a date tomorrow at six, you're getting dinner and sorbet. make sure to bring a condom." I pat his shoulder with the hand holding my phone. I sway drunkenly back to my room and get undressed. I line up some skin care on the ledge of the bath while it fills with hot water. I fill the tub with confused tears as I take my makeup off and comb my soppy hair.

#xo kitty #kdrama #min ho x y/n #strangers to lovers #wet dream #enemies to lovers

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diorcities · 10 months

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Hi Mia 👋

How are you doing? I hope you're great and your days are full of amazing things. As an amazing writer, your messages and ask box are probably full of texts, so I wish you'd see this message and have the time to answer.

I'm Violet, and I'm a great fan of your work. Although I'm mostly a silent reader and don't interact with your posts, you're one of my favorite witers, and I've read such great works from your page. They have made my day manytimes. The reason I'm writing this message is that I wanted to start writing here on tumblr, but I'm lost. The thing is that nowadays, most of NCT's fanfictions on this platform are pure smut without any interesting plot and stories, which get lots of attention too. While I'm scrolling here,usually I don't find anything interesting enough to read and enjoy, something that will spark your interest that you want to read nonstop until you finish that and it occupies your mind for days( I remember those ol' good times I'd read EXO's fanfiction on asianfanfics and such wonderful stories they were...) so that being said, I really wanted to write fanfics on here. Something with a good story and complex plot, not just a smut scene putting together to satisfy our single soul(sigh...) and not to say that whatever I have in mind are great stories or anything, it's just that I really want to share these ideas with other people and write stories for NCT whom are my biggest muse.

But unfortunately, English is not my first language, and the result wouldn't be that good. Also, it takes lots of time for me to try and write in English compared to when I write in my mother language( there's also all grammatical errors too)

So it has discouraged me to start writing on here ever since I had all these stories idea and writing drafts.

And I wanted to ask you whether you could give me some advice on what should I do?

Or whether you think it's a good choice to give my drafts and ideas to some other writers here to write for me?

Sorry for all the mistakes

LYSM 💕

hi violet!! tysm you're very sweet. i'm taking my time to answer this bc i want my response to be helpful to you.

it's okay to be lost sometimes, and have these doubts. i never read stories on asianfanfics, in fact, i started reading last year on tumblr, therefore i'm not very expert myself on that topic, so i'll change the focus a bit, for example, one thing that helps me choose whether i'll like a book or not is the synopsis; i think a good premise of what the book is about helps the reader a lot to see if the book interests them or not. (crazy to say bc most of my work doesn't have one 😭)

about plotting: it is entirely subjective!! no paragraph is filler if it helps you immerse yourself in the story, and whether you like to give some context is entirely up to you. i also think that first paragraphs are important and should be engaging.

i just know your stories are good, don't worry about the language. if it's easier for u to write in your native language, you can always use any translation tool to change it to eng, although sometimes you have to give it several revisions to see grammatical errors. english is not my first language either, so something that helps me is grammarly, it has the option of synonyms and helps you with grammar. also, google docs have this tool that translates the whole document to any language you want, but again, you'll need to give it a look to find any errors and mistakes.

everything that has to do with your story is important. we don't judge a book by its cover but, sometimes we're visual readers, so you need a format for the info of all ur stories, such as a title, the pairing, the genre, content, word count, whether it has warnings, and a banner but this last one is optional. and the :readmore: cut.

about the smut, there are many fields and audiences, some works here are merely smut one-shots and most of them succeed because the prose is scrumptiously good ykwim.

lastly, i encourage u to give it a try to ur stories. i'm sure they're good and many other readers will think that too. there is always the option of requesting another writer to write them for you, but i think it won't be as satisfying as if you had written it, it's up to you ♡

i really hope this was helpful, ily ♡♡♡

#—hyudior replies #and pls tag me if you decide to write something i'd love to read it <3

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damnation-if · 2 years

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wrestling with canva like i’m crocodile dundee... this probably won’t end up being anything like a real UI because i don’t think a lot of it is Possible jsfdbgs

It looks amazing, how did you do that? 👀👀👀👀👀

hi, thank you for the compliment! i took a bit to answer this because i'm not really... equipped to be making Design tutorials haha. graphic design is my passion neither ironically nor unironically and i'm absolutely rubbish at art - however, canva has enough tools to help me feel like i'm building something visually interesting despite my. abject lack of talent XD i'll put a cut here and some like. explanation and tips underneath.

i have premium for my non-IF-related work, but the free version is what i started out on and it's honestly surprisingly good and has a generous licensing agreement. the biggest drawback for the free version for me is the inability to save files with a transparent background or resize files mid-edit, but for most people making banners or concept art you're not going to Need transparent files - that's more of a thing for actually creating assets.

the biggest ADVANTAGE of the free canva license is that you are licensed to use anything you make using the free assets in commercial products if you want/need (including games or promo for them). many similar design products only allow personal use for free licensing. (however, i'm not trying to sell canva to you; rather i'm pointing out that sticking with the free version is actually very convenient and the premium features are probably things you won't need lol)

basically canva allows you to search for graphic design elements by keyword and drag and drop them onto a design piece, mix them around, change their colours and sizes etc. and combine them together to make something. i'll talk a little bit about the UI design you're mentioning (the one i showed off here for anyone curious) not to brag about my Skillz(TM) but just to show how easy canva makes it for a total newb to make something that looks really neat!

there's about 30 different elements in that particular UI design - the "console-y" looking frame itself is half a dozen on its own: the basic frame (those cyberpunky lines at the top and bottom of the screen); a semi-transparent box i added to make it look like a holo-screen; the panel on the side, which was originally square until i cropped it down to make it look like a panel and colour-shifted to match the main box; the little connector between the side panel and the screen, which is actually two of the same asset with one upside-down and cropped; and then the various text assets, not to mention all the logos, which are also all separate (and also the little 2 unread messages symbol is another 2 separate design elements i put together lmfao).

canva will probably seem overwhelming once you first start using it because it has So Many tools, but most of these are for companies and you'll probably find you don't need to even look at the vast majority of them. for example, it'll probably ask you to choose a template to start a design, and there are like. 100s. that it'll want you to sort through. but you very probably won't ever use more than one or two. i think i've used three Ever for IF stuff - tumblr banner (for banners, obviously), social media banner, for the RO banners you can see on the ROs page, and 16:9 Blank Presentation, which is what i use for UI designs because it's just. a big blank page size. you can Literally ignore all the others unless you need something specific!

you can either use the pre-generated aspects of the template and simply replace their designs with ones you prefer, or do what i do and delete it all and put your own stuff in lmfao. the templates can help if you don't have much of an idea of what you want your design to look like but obviously for me with UI design it's a bit. Pointless because canva doesn't have a template for that XD

anyway once you have your blank canvas, you can search for "elements" in the search panel and look through them for ones you want to use. the pro version assets are labelled pretty clearly so you probably won't mistakenly pick something that requires paying to use and the search filters themselves are pretty hefty - i rarely run up against a search term that brings back nothing unless it's HIGHLY specific lol

here are just a couple of tips that help me get basically closer to what i want out of the whole thing:

when you're changing the size of an element, canva only increases or decreases its size by the exact ratio of its original dimensions - you can't Only make an image wider, for example, it will also automatically increase the height to match. that's why the "frame" asset in my Gone Dark UI design is centred in the page instead of taking up more of it - i couldn't make it wider without it getting taller and the top and bottom bars disappearing off the page. you can get around this by using elements that are mostly plain - i could have, for example, made the semitransparent screen box as wide as i wanted, because it's uniform in design and there'll be no visible difference in where i draw its boundaries as it all just looks like plain rectangle.

combining photo images and less realistic graphics can look jarring but there are handy image editing tools (found by clicking "edit image" in the top toolbar with the image selected, and then "show all" in the lefthand sidebar to show all of the filters) that you can use to make photos look Less Photolike - lowered blur and heightened clarity especially can make it easier to make photos fit better with other graphics.

some of the text effects (found by clicking "Effects" in the top toolbar with the textbox selected) can make it way easier for text to be visible against certain backgrounds - this is not much use if you're designing something for another medium like a UI, because you can't replicate them in other software, but if you're just producing an image like a banner they add a lot of neat flair.

when you have a lot of elements working together they often look a little better with at least a slightly lower transparency to hide that their borders/edges aren't uniform - 85-90% is usually opaque enough to not notice it's slightly transparent but soften the edges.

it can be hard to figure out the exact size (in pixels) of an element while you're In a design - there are rulers that can be applied through the settings menu, but the maths often fucks me up, so i find it's easier to resize the image by dragging the expand handles by like a single pixel and then putting it back to normal - while specifically holding the expand handles (until you let go of the mouse and "drop" it in the desired size) it will give you an exact reading of the height and width in pixels along the bottom toolbar that you can read easily.

this one is pretty specific but when you're making boxes to put behind text they often look better with a slight blur filter on them as well as transparency - for Gone Dark in particular the blur gives it a nice fuzz that makes it look even more like a projected screen. if you look closely you can see a slight difference between the text screen and the side panel screen background - that's because i forgot to blur the side panel lmfao.

aaaand that's probably all the advice i can offer. i'm far from an expert, but i do feel like i have fun with it XD i'm glad so many people have thought it looked cool! sorry this got so long but. it's hard to explain without actually Getting Into It haha

#what does the chaos mirror see #anon #long post.#time flows differently in the queue #canva tips #i'm sure people who use canva more than me or people who can actually do Art will be laughing at me for this lmfao #i am but a humble poker of things i am not. Good XD #honest to god the Hardest part of that UI design? the little 2 in the neon pink circle #i COULD NOT get any elements to cooperate and canva doesn't like you. changing things a lot #but hopefully that shows how much easier the rest of it was lmfao

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thecoolerliauditore · 8 months

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I know I don't deserve another response from you, so just ignore this if you want. I'm sorry, I shouldn't have sent that message. I appreciate the kindness you gave me that I don't really deserve.

Honestly... I just can't believe that artists don't have a knack to start with. Because I've always had a knack for anything I'm good at, like math. I never really had to put effort into learning math. And even the things that I'm good at that did take effort I still had a knack at the beginning. I'm not trying to downplay artists' effort, I know it does take effort, but I don't think you can just start from 0. Or at least, I can't. So I'm not making that conclusion just on other people's art but also in other things I'm good at.

By the way, I'm not the person who sent the "life is unfair" ask, but I was already feeling negative and saw Struda's response and I reacted even worse.

My life's going pretty well all things considered, and I'm going to a good college to study some STEM related stuff. In the background I've struggled with this desire to be creative, though, and I'm trying to stifle that desire but it's not working, and no one really seems to have tutorials on how to get rid of that desire. I have a therapist and parents I could talk to, but doing so didn't help, either, because they don't understand what I'm trying to say.

I'm sorry also that it came off as guilt trippy. I'm really bad with managing my tone, especially when I'm feeling like this. I don't mean that as an excuse but as an explanation.

nah this is way more like it, i think we all need a bit of practice online with talking to each other like actual human beings and not text boxes to write ur entire internal monologue into 👍

happy to hear your life is going okay! If anything I'm just glad you're an adult who can reflect on yourself enough to recognize what you were doing was not great. I was trying to keep things vague as possible because, again, idk you and you could've been a 13 year old with no allowance for all i know lol.

i've noticed alot of beginner artists tend to have this.. all or nothing mindset? i don't really understand the desire to stifle your need to create. like. are you not allowed to have a hobby lol. amateur means to love yada yada. especially if you're not trying to make a living out of it where's the rush 😭😭

Going to link this marco bucci video again because even tho it's long it's probably one of the most eye-opening things I've ever watched in terms of his view on talent, gifted kid syndrome, etc.

I used to say I had a 'knack' for art tbh. then i realised i.. really didn't? i just drew more than the other kids in my class because i didn't like sports or maths and got the reputation for being "the art kid". funnily enough i was also into creative writing and history but no one looks at reciting historical facts like they do with drawing 🤷‍♂️

it wasn't til i was in a course with other artists everywhere when I realised just how not-talented i really was. and thats fine cus none of us really were. some of us were just better at learning than others (which is a trained skill in of itself) and that's about it. 👍

if it helps at all, I have gotten into sports recently despite being useless at it all my life and have realised that it was more that I just needed an environment to flourish in instead of any problem with my athleticism itself (which is STILL BAD don't get me wrong but im not hopeless like my gym teachers thought i was 😭😭). so maybe what u need is just the right people? try finding an online artist community that you fit in, make some friends, and just chill with them while making art together?

again i dunno you so idk what would work lmao

so uh yeah 👍

#art thoughts #<-- i like talking/thinking abt art education alot #another note here anon i would recommend learning how to self-study thru youtube videos #mainstream education is near useless when it comes to art. even in art schools unless you're going to the top %. im dead serious.#ive been thinking abt compiling a list of art resources but idk if that would be helpful to anyone except me lol

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brucie-bruce-waynee · 2 years

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The Actor and the Billionaire Part 4

(A/N: Finals week has finished! Yesterday my entire life was packed into eight boxes and either shipped back to my parents house or into storage.)

Word count: 2.6k~

“I’m sorry, you want me to do what?”

The marketing team branch heads stood at the front of the conference room you found yourself in. It reminded you of when you had to sign your contract and NDA to start this little farce in the first place.

“We need to you to start staying over. Bruce has a couple rooms, and we’ve already cleared it with him. So, you just need to make a convincing appearance outside the building with a little suitcase or something.”

Jamie, sitting beside you, began asking questions at a rapid-fire pace. You felt a twinge behind your eyes and messaged your temples.

“Jamie, it’s fine. I can do it. This is what we agreed to.”

Jamie made a discontented noise in the back of their throat.

“This has been going on for three months now. Don’t you think this is enough?”

“The contract Mx. Grant signed gave us at least six months.”

Well, you must have missed that. An oversight entirely on the fault of yourself.

“No need to make a fuss, then. We’ll be sleeping in separate rooms. This will make us official in the eyes of the public,” you soothed.

Jamie looked at you, surprised. In your career, you’d never taken risks like this. Avoiding scandal was essential to you. Now you were putting up a falsehood to the entire world that would ruin your reputation if anyone found out.

You packed a bag and went through the routine. The press was suffocating for the five seconds you had to be outside. Alfred helped you carry in Cinnamon’s dog stuff.

Settling into the same room you’d prepared for the gala for all that time ago, you sighed. Cinnamon was sniffing every corner for dangers. Bruce hadn’t come out to see you once. He didn’t reply to any texts you sent him. Nothing was getting through to him. You didn’t want to force the issue as you weren’t his partner. Friday night and the entirety of Saturday were spent exploring the penthouse.

The architecture was bonkers. Pointed arches and ribbed vaults were everywhere. It made more sense now that you knew about his extracurriculars. You almost expected to see full-on flying buttresses, but this was still an apartment, and real ones would be a bitch to construct and find a place to put them.

Walking into the dining room, Cinnamon at your heels, you stroked the electric guitar strings on the stand by the staircase. Alfred was setting out food for himself and you. There wasn’t a third place setting, and your heart sank. Sitting down at your spot felt weird. Cinnamon curled onto your feet. Alfred gave you a smile and gestured for you to begin eating, telling you that Bruce wouldn’t show up to eat with you.

“Alfred, do you know about Bruce’s night activities?” You took a bite of the pasta. Alfred was a good butler, an incredible cook, and terrific company.

“Yes, I do. If I’m being fair, Mx. Grant, I expected you to decipher the clues,” Alfred replied with a slight grimace. “Master Bruce isn’t the best at hiding as much as he thinks he is.”

“Well, it was only after I literally kissed the mouth I’d been dreaming of for weeks,” you groaned, shoveling pasta into your mouth.

You felt embarrassment flash through you. Alfred’s jaw clenches, and you’re unsure where this anger came from. He’d never seemed overly bothered by anything. Maybe it came with the job, but he was terrible at hiding it now.

“He didn’t tell me that. All he told me was that he saved you from some thugs when you were running at four am,” Alfred said.

“Yeah, not my smartest move, I know.”

Alfred waved you off.

“After we finish, you’ll bring him his dinner. You deserve to know how he feels in return,” Alfred said, no room for argument in his voice.

With the way Alfred phrased it, you had hope. It’s just a tiny flicker, but it’s there, nonetheless. Armed with a plate of good food, you followed Alfred down through the building. As he guided you, he talked about how there was a tunnel beneath the building that led to the old Wayne Manor. This was a way to travel to and from work without going on public transport.

“I suppose this is one of the differences between old money and new money, right?”

Alfred nodded and gestured to a heavy-looking door down a set of stairs. The lights flickered, almost strobe-like. You make your way down slowly.

“Don’t knock, he won’t hear you. Just head on in. He’ll be at his desk.”

Steeling yourself, you head in.

The cave is dark, damp, and echoing. A literal flock of bats swirls in the air above you. Swallowing a distressed noise, you made your way through high-tech equipment and the coolest looking car you’ve ever seen. As you adjust to the dark, you see the desk Alfred mentioned.

At first, you don’t see Bruce. He just melts into the shadows so easily with his all-black wardrobe. Bruce shifts, and you cry out. He jumps and whips around to you. You’re not too close, but you’re close enough to see his eyes are bloodshot, lids covered in smeared black paint.

“Alfred sent me down with dinner. Can I sit with you?”

Bruce looked at you, and you could see his eyes weren’t all there. They were glassy. He must’ve been so immersed in his… whatever he was doing. You can’t even imagine how what he was doing on the streets was affecting him. He turned slowly and pulled a stool from under his desk with the toe of his boot.

You placed the plate on an empty spot on his desk and sat. He took the fork from you and played with his pasta.

“Most people start by twirling it around the fork,” you said quietly. Bruce hummed and started eating. It had no mushrooms, no ground meat. There were only noodles and sauce on the plate with a small sprinkling of parmesan cheese on top. He was like a kid. Somehow, this only endeared him to you more.

“I didn’t intend to, uh, tell you all those things. I’m sorry if it makes this arrangement awkward. I especially didn’t mean to figure out your identity. You should know, there’s no risk of me telling anyone. But I just want to apologize for invading your privacy and telling you information you may not have wanted to hear,” you said, fiddling with your right ring finger ring.

Bruce slurped his noodles, muttering a small apology. As you passed him a napkin, he held your wrist with his fingers. There was dirt and blood on his hands. What had he been doing all night? Right. Batman activities.

“I trust you won’t tell. You’re not that kind of person. Besides, there wouldn’t be anything to gain from it. Batman’s reputation is stained, ruined,” Bruce says quietly, looking at his half-eaten food.

“It’s getting better. You know that. The people believe in you. Both as Bruce and Batman. The work you’re doing for the city, helping to build it up,” you murmured.

Bruce looks at you, and you can perfectly imagine a little rain cloud above his head. He opens his mouth like he wants to speak, then returns to his food. Your hand makes its way to his, and you rest it there, comforting him. Bruce finishes his meal in silence. He hooks the rung of the stool you’re on with his foot and drags you closer. The motion makes you grip him tightly.

“I’m sorry I kissed you with the cowl on. It was… I took advantage of you. You had been attacked. It was the fear of losing you,” Bruce says, voice quivering.

“If I felt unsafe, I would have pulled away,” you said. “It wasn’t my smartest idea to accept a kiss from a man I didn’t know. Just like how it wasn’t smart to go out like that. If it’s any consolation, I was thinking about how pretty your eyes are.”

Bruce had seemed incapable of being any other color than deathly pale, but now he was bright red. The color traveled through his cheeks and down his neck to the hem of his sweatshirt.

“Sorry. I’ll stop flirting.”

Trying to retract your arm, you find that you can’t. Bruce covered your hand with his, looking at you pensively.

“Don’t.”

Now it’s your turn to be flustered. Bruce turns and cups your jaw in his hands. Bringing you closer to him, you can smell rain in his hair. He kisses you the same soft, tender way he had when he was Gotham’s protector. Then he moved away, and you wanted more.

“So,” you said, kicking your legs out. Bruce had returned to his pasta after you’d kissed a few more times. “Am I still under an NDA, or are we going official?”

Bruce sucked his bottom lip into his mouth, and you wanted to kiss it. You wanted to kiss him again and again.

“We’ll call the marketing team on Monday. For now, we can keep this to ourselves,” Bruce said.

“Deal. Oh, and Maggie wants a picture tonight.”

Bruce gave you his well-practiced, tortured look. You returned it with a grin. Somehow you were able to coax Bruce upstairs to watch a movie. His living room matched the rest of the decor he had going on, but the gigantic flat screen across from the couch threw it off. You kept your distance from Bruce at first, but he pulled the pocket of your sweatpants towards himself. Crossing the sofa, you curled up against Bruce, pressing your knees on top of his.

Alfred walked into the room, smiling as he dropped off popcorn. Cinnamon followed at his heels. Your dog popped onto the couch and wedged himself in the tiny space between you and Bruce. Bruce gave Cinnamon a soft look and several pets.

“Alfred, can you take a picture of us for Instagram? Maggie wants one,” you said, holding out your phone. To Bruce, you said, “You can post this one. I have another one in mind for later tonight.”

Your hand made its way across Bruce’s body in a side hug, and his chin pressed itself comfortably onto the top of your head. You both were looking at the camera. Cinnamon even popped his head out.

Alfred left the two of you alone, and the movie began. You didn’t move any closer; you were close enough. Bruce’s hand curled around yours as the film progressed, and when it ended, your head was on his chest.

“We should head to bed,” Bruce murmured.

“Yeah, but I have to take my picture first.”

You would get a crick in your neck with how hard you were straining to get the right angle by laying down. Holding hands with your boyfriend (yay!!!) while trying to get a picture for Instagram with a flattering angle was tricky; it should be considered evil.

“Is all of this really necessary?”

The picture was ready to be doctored now. You leaned away, releasing your hand from Bruce’s grip and sitting cross-legged on ‘your side’ of the bed. It was alright, but you thought it could be beneficial to brighten the image and amp up the contrast just a touch.

You reclined on the soft headboard as you edited the picture and brainstormed a caption. Your shorts rode up the slightest bit as you got comfortable, sitting with your legs crisscrossed. Bruce shifted beside you. The clacking of your keyboard was overshadowed by the click of another camera. Your eyes shot to Bruce, who had his phone almost sheepishly under his chin, camera pointed to you. A small smile made him turn away from you.

“Wait, did you post that picture of me?”

“No. I just took it for me. Is that okay?”

Afterward, you would feel silly for your voice’s harsh tone when you asked the question. You would feel mildly ashamed, remembering how the man beside you in bed shied away from you as if he’d done something wrong.

“Yeah, that’s fine,” you said with a smile, feeling your insides melt. You were unused to the sensation of your organs turning to mush, but you couldn’t stop even if you tried.

You muttered more as you typed out the caption. It had been a long time since you showed your screen to Bruce for approval, but tonight you decided to do so. The caption was simple, an acronym. ‘loml’ with a simple red heart emoji.

“What does that mean?”

“Love of my life,” you murmured. When you looked at Bruce, you saw his cheeks stained pink and his eyes trained to the ceiling.

Cute.

“Well, I suppose I should go back to my own room,” you say with a sigh.

You jump out of your skin when Bruce’s cold fingers wrap gently around your wrist. He’s like a ghost, or he’s trying his best to be.

“You can stay for a little bit. We can talk if you want. Or I could put something on the TV.”

It seemed he wanted you to stay. You would try not to look so pleased.

“Okay.”

Bruce tugged you close, and you curled up to his side. It wasn’t long until Bruce’s breathing slowed down to a steady rhythm. You wanted to savor this moment, but his peaceful rest lulled you to sleep.

You woke alone at nine am to Alfred bringing in breakfast. Cinnamon had curled himself into your arms like he did at home. The shower in the en suite bathroom was running.

“Good morning,” you said, holding Cinnamon down from begging for food.

“Good morning. I hope you slept well. Master Bruce went out around one in the morning and came back by seven.”

Speak of the devil, Bruce exited the bathroom, towel around his waist. He was damp but smelled good as he leaned in to kiss you. You took the hem of your sleep shirt and swiped it under his eye where he missed with soap.

“Good morning,” he said quietly.

You hummed as Alfred called for Cinnamon, and the two of them left. Bruce clambered onto the bed with the tray, mimicking your cross-legged pose. Eating breakfast in bed with Bruce was great. You fed him some blueberries from the bowl on the tray, and he fed you mouthfuls of pancakes. It was all horribly, terribly domestic.

“How did we get here, huh? You’re so mushy,” you asked, stroking his cheek with your pointer finger.

“I have something for you,” Bruce said, digging around in his bedside table. You tried getting a peek over his shoulder, but he was hunched so fully over whatever he would give to you.

“I bought it after our brunch date. Back then, there was just something about you I couldn’t get out of my mind.”

With each word, his voice had lowered until it was a whisper. He handed you a flat square box. It had clean edges and no defining brand or markings. The tissue paper inside was brittle, and underneath it was a gorgeous bracelet. It was a tennis bracelet that glittered with small, squared diamonds.

“Oh, Bruce,” you murmured. His hands came into view. You gave him a nod, and he wrapped the metal around your wrist. It sparkled in the lamplight.

“I wanted to give you something for all the care you’ve shown me.”

You gave Bruce a soft kiss and a smile. Bruce only hummed, dropping his head onto your shoulder. It was going to be a good day.

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FuGio Week 2023 Day 3: Video games - Phasmophobia with the Boys

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Giorno had just finished his homework and was about to play a game on his computer until Fugo sent him a message on Discord.

“Babe, check your Steam. I bought you something,” it read.

He got on Steam and received a gift from Fugo. It was Phasmophobia.

“Thanks,” he texted. “But what’s this game about?”

“Four people hunt a ghost. Narancia and Mista want us to play it.”

“Mista’s aware that there will be four of us, right?”

“Narancia and I had to convince him it’ll be five if we include the ghost. I know you usually play a game at this time, but could you maybe wait and install this?”

“Sure, I already have it downloaded. It’s installing quickly.”

A few minutes passed, and Phasmophobia finished installing.

“It’s done,” Giorno texted him.

“Excellent,” Fugo replied in text. “Could you join the voice chat? Here’s the code to join our game.”

“Sure, give me a second.” Giorno searched for his headset, and once he found it, he turned off all the lights in his room and joined the call.

“Giorno, hey!” Narancia’s microphone sounded distorted.

“What the hell?” Fugo commented. “Why does it sound like your mic is in your throat?”

He giggled. “Do you want to know?”

“Sorry, I was getting some chips and a soft drink,” Mista said. “Sup, Giorno!”

Giorno brought the mic close to his mouth. “Hey, I’m doing alright.”

“No, Giorno!” Fugo cried. “Not you too!”

“Just do you know, I have no idea how to play this,” he said in his normal voice.

“Well, there’s only one available map to you,” Narancia explained. “Don’t worry. It’s easy. Just let us do everything.”

“Let Giorno help,” Fugo said. “Here’s the code to join us. Oh, and we’ll use the game chat to talk. Mute the Discord call unless you die.”

Giorno got on Phasmophobia, clicked on multiplayer, and copied and pasted the code to join their private game. Once he joined the server, he saw a blond-haired guy, a brown-haired guy, and a brown-haired woman.

“Giorno, change your player model,” Mista said. “If you want. Click on the board.”

“Wait, Mista, is that you?” he asked. “Are you a woman?”

“I don’t want four guys.”

Giorno changed to an Asian woman. “There’s three white men to pick from and no Asian guys.”

“Oh, I can change into a guy now. Except, I don’t want to. Alright, which map are we voting on?”

“6 Tanglewood Drive,” Fugo answered. “This is Giorno’s first time. I’ll also bring everything.”

“Everything?” Narancia said. “Sweet!”

“Don’t mess this up! I’m looking at you and Mista. Wait, where’s Mista?”

Mista was upstairs playing basketball.

“Ugh, let’s just go,” Fugo said. “Tell me him to come down here. Okay, Giorno, what equipment do you want? You can only handle three things, but you’ll need a flashlight, which takes up a slot.”

Giorno looked at the equipment. “I don’t have to buy all this?”

“No, I have everything covered.”

“I’ll take the spirit box and the camera.”

“Alright, so you’ll be in charge of taking photos of the bones and cursed objects. You can take a picture of the ghost, but I wouldn’t risk it. Also, if anyone dies, take a picture of their bodies. You can only take five photos with each camera. When using the spirit box, you want to keep the lights off and, depending on how the ghost will respond, either alone or in a group. However, some ghosts will not respond to it. Once we find the ghost’s favorite room, you’ll want a response as soon as possible. Any more questions?”

“No,” Giorno replied.

“Alright.” Fugo turned around to see if Narancia and Mista were there. They weren’t. Both of them were playing basketball. “Oh my god, these idiots.” He went upstairs. “Come on! We have a ghost to hunt.”

The three came down.

“Alright, click on the board when you’re ready. Since this is Giorno’s first time, we’ll play on amateur.”

Giorno readied up, and so was everybody else. The game then teleported them into a truck.

“Alright, do you see this board right here?” Fugo guided him. “This is the ghost’s name and how they respond to it. There are also optional things for us to do, but we’ll ignore that for now. It looks like Yoshihiro Kira responds to people who are alone. Oh, and as for the map, that’s important too. And that bar right there, that’s our sanity. The lower it is, the ghost will target you for it when it triggers a hunt.”

“Um, I think the ghost targets anyone indiscriminately regardless of sanity, except for the banshee,” Narancia said.

“Whatever. Just make sure it’s not low.”

“How long have you guys been playing this?” Giorno asked.

“I bought it a week ago,” Fugo answered. “But the others had it longer.”

“And somehow you’re a higher level than us,” Narancia commented.

“I played it by myself. That’s also how I’m filthy rich.”

“Hey, Fugo,” Mista said. “You’re not the richest guy in the group.”

“Oh? Please explain.”

“The game gave me 200 cameras, and I sold them all.”

“200? How?”

“I don’t know!”

“Alright.” Fugo walked to the truck’s door and grabbed the key. “Let’s go!”

He pushed the button to open the door and headed inside.

“Oh, Giorno,” Fugo spoke on the radio, “make sure you turn on the lights, or your sanity will drain.”

Giorno checked the blue room, and nothing was there. Then he headed to the baby's room, found a right humerus next to the wardrobe, and photoed the bone with his camera. “Found a bone in the baby’s room. Is the ghost here?”

“I’ll need to check,” Fugo said. “I have the thermometer. I was in the kitchen, and the temperature was 17 degrees Celsius.”

“I have a camera,” Mista said. “I’ll see if there are any ghost orbs.”

The lights in the room suddenly went off.

“Who?” Narancia panicked.

“Someone head to the garage,” Fugo said. “That’s where the fuse box is.”

“Ugh, I’ll get it,” Mista said.

The lights came on, and Fugo was there.

“Hey!” he said. “I could’ve gotten the lights, but I wanted to see how you were doing. Are you enjoying the game so far?”

“I wasn’t expecting to find the bone so fast,” Giorno answered. “What’s the temperature in the room?”

“That’s because the house is small. 14 degrees Celsius. It’s not here.”

“Freezing temperatures in the basement,” Mista said. “I can see my breath. There’s also a summoning circle. Giorno, you might want to take a picture of it. God, shit! The chair just moved.”

Narancia laughed. “I’m coming. I also got a lighter for us to summon the ghost.”

Giorno and Fugo came down to the basement.

“Okay,” Fugo started, “the ghost could be a demon, hantu, jinn, moroi, oni, onryo, revenant, shade, mimic, twins, or a yurei. Make sure you circle freezing temperatures. Does anyone have the D.O.T.S.?”

“I do!” Mista said. “I always carry one with me if I’m holding a camera. I’ll place a camera on one of the shelves.”

“Alright, we’ll have to leave Giorno here in the dark.”

“Wait, can I summon the ghost?” Narancia asked.

“Not yet. We want to see if Kira will respond to the spirit box. You’ll want to ask how aggressive it is, where it is, or an age-related question. If it responds, then circle the spirit box as evidence.”

The three left, leaving Giorno to himself in the dark.

“What do you want?” he asked.

Kira did not respond.

“Where are you?”

Nothing.

“How old are you?”

Once again, silence.

“I asked three questions, but the ghost didn’t respond,” Giorno spoke into the radio.

“Yeah, about that,” Fugo said. “You’ll have to repeat some of the questions.”

“Can I summon the ghost now?” Narancia asked.

“Hold on. Everyone, make sure you turn off every electronic. Giorno, once Narancia summons Kira, you’ll want to take a picture quickly and run. The ghost will activate a hunt, and you’ll be unable to leave the house. Hide in a closet or something.”

“Wait, can I change my equipment before we summon the ghost?” Giorno asked. “I don’t like using the spirit box if I have to repeat asking questions.”

“You probably need to say the ghost’s name, but I should’ve figured you’d hate the spirit box. Narancia, do you have the UV flashlight?”

“No, I don’t,” Narancia replied. “I think it’s still in the truck.”

“Then what do you have?”

“The lighter and candle.”

“Do we even have the optional objective to have the ghost snuff out the candle?”

“I didn’t read.”

Fugo sighed. “Of course, you didn’t read. Doesn’t matter. Light the candle.”

“Giorno, could you hand me the camera?”

“Sure,” Giorno said.

Someone switched the lights on, and the three returned to the basement. Giorno dropped the spirit box and camera and headed to the truck, grabbing the UV flashlight.

“I can grab more things. What else should I grab?” Giorno asked.

“I placed a journal in here,” Mista replied. “How about another video camera?”

Giorno took the camera and sprinted back to the basement.

“Okay, good,” Mista commented. “Place the camera in front of the journal.”

He did as Mista said.

“Okay, we’re all set,” Fugo said. “Light the circle!”

Narancia lit the circle, and Yoshihiro Kira appeared. His skin was gray, he still had some of his hair, which was white, and his figure was slim.

“Run!” Fugo yelled.

Everybody except Narancia sprinted out. Giorno went to the blue room and hid in a closet. His heart pounded like the time he asked Fugo out.

“Narancia?” Mista called out on the radio.

The ghost’s footsteps got closer and closer but then went away.

“Is it gone?” Giorno asked on the radio.

“Wait a few seconds,” Fugo replied.

“Hey, guys,” Narancia spoke in the Discord call. “I’m dead and took multiple photos. You’ll need to get another camera.”

“Damn it!’ Fugo responded. “Alright, I think the ghost is gone.”

“We’re going to make that ghost pay!” Mista said. “Where’s the spirit box? I got something to say.”

“I’ll get a camera and photograph Narancia’s body. Mista, do whatever you want. Giorno, stick with me. I’ll take photos of the ghost’s fingerprints. By the way, where are you?”

“I’m in the blue room currently in the closet.” Giorno stepped out and saw Fugo heading towards the exit. He returned a few seconds later.

“Okay, so here’s what you want to do,” Fugo began. “Shine the UV light at doors, except for the exit, light switches, windows, keyboards, and mirrors.”

Giorno and Fugo wandered the house for a bit. They found evidence on the basement door and took a photo.

“Circle fingerprints,” Fugo ordered. “Since we have freezing temperatures and fingerprints, the ghost could be a demon, hantu, or jinn. Since nobody’s in the truck, Giorno, you head over there.”

Giorno returned to the truck.

“The bitch is a demon,” Narancia said.

“I think so, too,” Mista agreed. “And before we check off one last thing, I got something to say to Yoshihiro Kira. You are a nasty little fuck. You know that, leaving your fingerprints all over the place? Fucking clean after yourself, you piece of shit, dumb bitch!”

“Hey, dumbass, you’re talking on the radio,” Fugo reminded him. “Let’s go downstairs to see what he’s doing.”

The couple returned to the basement. Mista had the spirit box in his hand.

“I bet you have dick cheese, you nasty manwhore!” Mista continued to insult, causing Narancia to laugh. “How many kids do you have? One? A hundred? Do you hug your children? I bet you don’t! You’re probably a deadbeat dad who—”

Yoshihiro Kira appeared right in front of Mista and killed him.

“Damn it!” Fugo shouted. “Run again!”

Giorno hid in a locker in the garage.

“Guys, I’m dead,” Mista said.

“I think the ghost is after me,” Fugo said.

Everything was silent. Although Giorno couldn’t tell where the ghost was, he started counting down to guess how long the hunt lasted.

“The ghost is gone,” Fugo said. “Come on. Let’s take a picture of Mista’s body.”

Mista’s body lay next to Narancia’s.

“Perfect,” Fugo commented while taking the picture.

Giorno looked at the journal and noticed violent scribbles on it. “We got evidence of writing!” He brought his journal and circled demon as evidence.

His boyfriend took a photo. “Wow, this went perfectly.”

“Perfectly?” Narancia sounded offended. “We’re dead!”

The couple sprinted to the truck and left.

The game returned them to the lobby, bringing them to the board. Since Giorno had the ghost type correct and the team photographed the evidence, he now had more money.

“Should I buy anything?” he asked.

“No, you don’t have to,” Fugo replied. “Do you have 10 Ridgeview Court unlocked?”

“Yeah, I do.”

“Perfect! We’ll do that one. I’ll bring everything again. Everyone, click on the board. We’re heading to Ridgeview.”

Everyone readied up. When the four loaded in the truck, Giorno first took the strong flashlight and thermometer but stared at the sound sensors.

“I’m guessing these pick up the ghost’s sounds,” he said.

“Yeah,” Fugo replied. “We should probably use these to locate the ghost’s room. Hmm, what’s the ghost’s name.”

The two checked the board, and the ghost’s name was Reimi Sugimoto. It said she also responds to everyone.

“Since there are four of them, shouldn’t we all grab one?” Giorno was back on topic about the sound sensors. “I was thinking that Narancia and Mista use the EMF readers.”

“Well, I want one person to use the spirit box. Maybe Narancia can have the EMF reader while Mista holds the spirit box.”

“I’m cool with that,” Mista said.

“I have no idea how to use the EMF reader,” Narancia said.

“If it’s at four, run,” Fugo informed. “There’s a low chance the ghost could activate five. Don’t worry. Giorno and I will find the ghost’s room before you two can.”

“Oh, we’ll see about that!”

Everyone grabbed the sound sensors and left the truck. Fugo rushed to the basement to turn on the fuse box and place a sensor on one of the shelves. Giorno placed his near the master bedroom, while Narancia placed one near the garage. Mista planted his sound sensor somewhere in the second-story hallway.

“I just checked the basement room’s temperature,” Fugo said on the radio. “Not cold enough for it to be the ghost room. I’m going upstairs.”

Giorno went to the truck to fetch the UV flashlight while Narancia grabbed a photo camera. While on their way, they noticed the sensors picked up some noise on the second floor.

“Noise on the second floor,” Giorno said on the radio.

“Perfect,” Fugo said. “Aha! There’s a music box in the girl’s bedroom. Also, the temperature is the coldest here, but it’s not freezing.”

“Wait for me!” Narancia said. “I’ll take a photo of the object!”

Narancia sprinted out of the truck.

“I’ll get the cameras,” Mista said.

“I’ll get the D.O.T.S.,” Fugo said.

Giorno walked out of the truck and explored the house for fingerprints on the second floor. Meanwhile, he could hear Narancia communicating with the ghost, and Mista constantly went in and out of the house, placing equipment in the girl’s room.

“Are you friendly?” he asked. “How old are you? How close are you? Are you French?” Narancia would go on repeating the same questions.

“Hey, you might be at that for a while,” Fugo said. “Do you mind dropping your camera?”

“Sure.”

“Giorno, I’m coming to you. Where are you?”

Giorno headed to the girl’s bedroom. “I’m right here.”

His character model approached his. “Oh, perfect! I see you’re carrying a UV flashlight. We’ll be perfect together.”

“Wait!” Narancia stopped them. “If it takes a while for the ghost to appear, can I use the music box?”

“Yes, but you must tell us before you use it,” Fugo turned around and answered. He faced Giorno again. “Let’s check the bathroom and see if she touched the mirror.”

They checked the bathroom, but Reimi hadn’t left any prints yet.

“We have ghost orbs!” Mista said. “I checked the cameras on the truck.”

“I wouldn’t circle that yet,” Fugo said. “It could be a mimic.”

“D.O.T.S.!” Narancia yelled. “Oh god, fuck! The ghost!”

Everyone inside scrambled to find a hiding spot, causing Fugo and Giorno to split up. They ran downstairs. Giorno hid in a locker in the garage, while Fugo hid in the basement.

“I hate this game,” Narancia complained on Discord. “I died in the bathroom upstairs.”

It had been 25 seconds. The hunt should be over.

“Okay, I think it’s over. Circle D.O.T.S. and ghost orbs as evidence. Reimi could be a banshee, raiju, thaye, yokai, or yurei,” Fugo said. “I’m going to go back upstairs.”

Giorno got out of the locker and joined his boyfriend. Once he met up with Fugo, he used the UV flashlight in the bathroom, revealing that Reimi touched the mirror and door.

“It’s a banshee,” Fugo said. “We can go now.”

“Did you take a photo of my body?” Narancia asked.

“Yeah.”

“What about the bones?”

“Forget the bones. Let’s leave.”

They returned to the truck and left, returning to the lobby.

“Man, we can find the ghost quicker when we place those sensors,” Mista commented.

“Why was I the only one dead?” Narancia asked.

“Your body was in the middle of the room,” Fugo said.

“There was no place to hide!”

“Don’t run into the bathroom then. Anyways, are you down for one more?”

“Nah,” Giorno replied. “I’m exhausted, and it’s getting dark. Maybe tomorrow?”

“Oh, later then! I love you!”

“I love you too.”

Giorno quit the game and turned off his computer.

#jjba #jojo’s bizarre adventure #pannacotta fugo #giorno giovanna #fugio #fugio week #fugio week 2023 #fugo x giorno #giorno x fugo #jjba fanfic #jjba fanfiction #jojo's bizarre adventure fanfic #jojo's bizarre adventure fanfiction

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sasuhinasno1fan · 2 years

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A wish for a different life - Adrien AGUreste Day 3

So when my friends and I were talking about this, we did mention that Adrien is open about how he misses his mom when she’s busy but one thing we decided to focus on was how he’d react when she missed their tradition. I kept worrying that I was kinda going overboard but I feel like while Adrien would justify anything else Ms Rossi missed with ‘well work is important because it gives us this life’ I feel like this one constant they have, if it got messed up, it would upset him a lot. Difference is, I think if she knew, she’d do her best to change. I also realised there are a lot of single parent kids in the class so it was suggested they help, I hope you enjoy. @adrienaugust

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The apartment was quite. The noise from Paris outside seeped into his room through his open window, the slight wind making the pictures he’d hung up last night move with it. He usually didn’t mind quite; it was the missing sounds he didn’t like. His mom moving around the kitchen, making breakfast or on the phone, they were absent. His mom never came home last night. the trash full of 3 orders of canolies said so. He clipped his bangs away from his face, trying to not get upset and failing.

He switched out the board in his itabag, shoving the sleeves of his shirt up as he walked into the kitchen and picked up an apple before pulling 3 boxes out of the fridge. While he tried to remind himself that his mother missed their tradition for a job that gave them their life, the pizzas didn’t have to go to waste. It’d be going better if he’d actually answered his mom’s concerned text messages.

“Ooh! Pizza!” Nino called, getting up from his seat as Adrien dropped them on the teacher’s desk once he walked into his classroom. “You didn’t have to bring leftovers.”

“It’s not. It’s the whole thing. Mama didn’t come home last night.”

“Dude, is everything ok?” Nino asked concerened.

“Yeah, she’s fine. She just stayed at the embassy. It’s just…” he noticed most of his classmates where listening in and lowered his voice a little, “I feel angry but, ugh! She was working. That’s why we’re in France, so she can work. And it’s not like this is a constant occurrence, I know my mom loves me. It’s just, it didn’t matter how busy she was, she never missed this. Ugh, I feel like a spoiled child throwing a temper tantrum. It’s not that big a deal.”

Nino put a hand on his shoulder. “Dude, we’re allowed to throw tantrums still. You said you always do this, so it’s understandable why your upset. I mean, you ordered from 3 different places for her.”

“Yeah, I just. I need some time alone.”

“Well, the teachers have these meetings every once in a while, to go over things to do during Akuma attacks. We’ve got the first 2 periods free.”

“Awesome. Let everyone else know to help themselves. I’ll be back.” Adrien said, patting the boxes before leaving.

He walked down the steps, taking in the calmness of the courtyard, as most students headed to their classes or other rooms rather than stay in the courtyard. He ducked under one of the steps, sitting on the ground and sighing. Nino had a point about him being allowed to be upset but it still felt stupid. Maybe it was because he didn’t expect much from his parents with them hanging out. He noticed since their split that the time they spent with him was more than when they were together. Adrien had gotten used to being in their office when they worked before, taking in the comfort of being near them. once he was older with his own hobbies, he either worked on cosplays at home or went exploring or hung out with the few friends he did make, but honestly, once his parents separated and started joining him in his hobbies, they started to feel more fun.

“Oh.”

He looked up and saw someone about to duck under the same stairwell. Their hood on their red sweatshirt was pulled up.

“I’m sorry, do you usually hang out here?” Adrien asked, about to get up and move when the person’s gaze went to his bag.

“Oh! Is that SakuSyao?” Adrien’s itabag was showcasing the couple from the Clamp anime. “Where did you get that pin?”

“Which one?”

“The one with their bears as a card?”

“Oh,” Adrien brightened up getting to talk about one of his favourite things. “Actually, an artist I follow was doing pin commissions. I never really found one with their bears so I asked for this one to be made. It’s the only one in existence, assuming others didn’t ask for the same thing. I can give you, their info. Oh, um, I’m Adrien by the way.”

The person sat down and pushed their hood off their head. “Marc Anciel. Are you new? I don’t think I’ve seen you around.”

“Yeah, I transferred into Mml. Bustier’s class yesterday. My mom and I just moved here. Diplomat kid.”

“Wow, that must be exciting.”

Adrien shrugged. “I mean new places to go are exciting but the moving gets old. Even more so when the work starts messing with traditions.” He waved off Marc’s concerned look. “It’s nothing. So, fan of Clamp?”

“Mostly. Though I love explaining to my mother the age differences in them when it comes to couples. She finds it funny since she’s older than my dad by 5 years.”

Adrien nearly bounced in excited energy. “Ok, no. I never read the Cardcaptor Sakura manga, but who was gonna tell me Eriol and the teacher who dated an 8th grader were together? I know he’s a reincarnation, but so was Sakura’s dad. Not that he’s not an example too.”

“Can you believe my mom goes on a rant about Usagi and Mamoru?”

“Same! My mama can’t get it either. I’m not saying that her dating at 14 while he’s 4 years older isn’t concerning, but show the same level of concern when dealing with Clamp.”

Marc started to look a little red. “I haven’t been able to talk to many people about this. Most people are interested in shounen anime.”

“I like it all. Even some ones not many people have heard of. I could watch Preter for ages. I’m guessing you like it?” Adrien asked at Marc’s wide eyes.

“It was my first proper anime I watched. Once I found out they originated from manga, I begged my mom to get the whole set for me. Himeno and Hayate, I want a relationship like theirs, minus the massive dislike they had at first. Though, I guess I’d like the growing trust we have in each other.”

“Word of advice, bad boys aren’t bad. Just go for the guys who are more for the aesthetic and not so much the whole lifestyle. If they care more about their reputation than you, not worth it. Trust me.” Adrien advised. “Could have saved myself 5 months. Guess I should be lucky I moved after that.”

“Oh, well, um. The person I like isn’t like that. Well, I don’t think he is. He seems really quite and focused, but passionate about his art. His art really inspires me.” Marc started to mess with the hood of his hoodie, like he wanted to hid again.

“You’ll have to point him out to me.” Adrien didn’t claim to be amazing at match making, but he was successful a few times.

“You might know him. He’s in your class. Unfortunately next to Lila, but that’s a different story. I still can’t believe she tried giving some lie about Stan Lee after his death.”

“Wait, Stan Lee? I’m gonna get to your crush on Nathaniel in a second, but what?” just how much more was he going to find out about Lila?

“I only heard it from Marinette but apparently right when a lot of her lies were being questioned, she told Nathaniel she could get his work noticed by Stan Lee, who was already passed for the past few months. Not to mention the fact that she’s never interacted with any comic artist or anything like that. Marinette tried explaining that she thinks she’s just dealing with a lot because of her dad and her insane schedule but I just can’t fathom having a life like that and just lying like nothing can touch you. If anything, you’d want to be open right? Find people who accept you as you are? Chloe’s kinda known for causing a lot of akumas with the way she acts, but as far as I know, she doesn’t lie about herself. She’s like Cleo from Monster High, but before you get to know her as a person.”

“I think the fact that I know that reference is a bit sad.” A new but familiar voice said from above them.

The two looked up to see Luka, the pizza delivery boy from the night before, sitting on the steps and looking down at them from between the space.

“Hi Luka.”

“You’re my delivery boy from last night!”

“Hi Marc and yes, that would be me. So did you and your mom figure out the best pizza?”

Adrien’s smile dropped as he remembered the still full boxes he brought to school and his mom’s absence.

“Not really. She didn’t show up last night. first time ever. But it’s fine! She was working, that’s why we’re here, so it’s fine.”

He heard Luka moving but was distracted by Marc putting a hand on his arm.

“It doesn’t sound like it’s fine.”

“It’s not. I don’t get bothered by the amount of work she has to do or how busy she gets because it means the times, we can hang out are even better. It’s just…this is our one tradition. Every place we’ve gone, we’ve done this. When we go back to Italy, we get pizza at the place we’ve decided is best after months of checking. It just, hurts that she didn’t show up, let alone even call to let me know she wouldn’t come.” He ranted. He felt angry. He didn’t have to but he did. He understood his mom’s job but that still didn’t mean it didn’t hurt.

“You know, my mom works as a captain for some really rich people’s boats. She hates it, she thrives off of chaos but it’s what she loves to do. Sometimes she works late and when she gets back, doesn’t matter if we were asleep, me and my sister will have breakfast with her, talking about our day, things like that. It did hurt when she wouldn’t wake us up sometimes. Can you honestly say this one missed dinner is the only time your mom had to back out of things?” Luka asked, sitting next to them

No. there had been school open houses, a few competitions at conventions or for fencing when he did it. “But she always made up for it.”

“My mom does that by letting us come to her.”

“What do you mean?”

“I think what Luka’s trying to get at is that you could go to her. Not that you knew what was going to happen last night, but if you knew earlier, you would have taken dinner to her right?” Adrien nodded. “Personally, I think really long text messages telling parents how you feel work too. I kinda get the feeling you don’t tell your mom much about how you miss her do you?” Marc asked.

Adrien shrugged. He was honest about how much his mom worked but when it came to telling her directly, that was a different story. “She’s busy. I don’t want to bother her.” He knew since his mom wasn’t dealing with the stress of the fights she had with his dad anymore, seeing how to talked to them in the first place, it should be easy to be open with his mom. Some parts were. He just felt guilty ladling her with how he felt with her job, a job she worked to provide for them.

“Not that I think your mom would do this but what will happen if you don’t tell her how you truly feel and it happens again?”

Open houses and contests were one thing, but a tradition they’d kept alive since he was a kid was another.

“I should talk to her, shouldn’t I?”

“I know screaming at your parents comes with the territory of being a teen but I find that calming talking gets you heard better.” Luka said. “Bring pizza over to her office at lunch and talk. It’ll help.”

“Right. Oh crap!” he remembered. “I brought all the pizza for the class to have! Uh, Marc, who’s class are you in? I can find you after.”

“Just meet me here after school. You still have to let me know the artist and we can chat more about shojou anime.”

“Definitely! And don’t think I’ll forget about your crush.” Adrien got up and headed back to class, only barely noticing that Luka was following. He walked into class and saw Alix flicking a pocket knife closed as Juleka closed a pizza box, one that had been cut in half and made into a smaller box.

“Ah, there you are! We saved you pizza for you and your mom.” Alix said.

Juleka brought him the box and handed it to him, her voice melodic as she spoke. “Nino explained why you were upset. A lot of us are from single parent households and we get how it feels when parents back out of stuff, especially traditions. Alya mentioned how you really put the research in for this so we thought that you couldn’t let the tradition just end because of a missed day. Talking things out and telling parents how you feel does more wonders than you think. We think if you went and talked to your mom during lunch, it would help you feel better.”

“Thanks. Yeah, I was just told that.”

“By another single parent child.”

“Luka.” Juleka said, noticing him over Adrien’s shoulder. As he took a closer look at the two of them, he noticed they looked pretty similar. Not just the dyed hair and close enough styles but the shape of their noses. “Thank you.” she said, taking the wallet he handed her.

“You’re lucky my teachers pushed classes back until later. I’ll see you later or you staying with Rose tonight?”

“We’re video chatting Ali, but I’ll call. Enjoy work tonight and good luck with classes.”

“Thanks. Hey, good luck with your mom.” He told Adrien. “Bye Rose.”

“Bye Luka!” the blonde cried from her seat, waving cheerfully.

“I didn’t realise you met my brother.” Juleka said just as Luka left and Mml. Bustier came in.

“He was my delivery guy last night. And thanks. All of you.” he told the class.

“I see we have pizza.” Mml. Bustier said, glancing at the two boxes and the broken cardboard in the recycling bin.

“Adrien brought some over from his dinner last night!” Rose said. “We haven’t taken any yet.”

“Well then, how about we use it as prizes for our quiz this morning? Everyone has to answer a question and then can get a slice. Lila, I’m sure we can keep this a secret from your father this once.”

“No thank you.” the rich brunette said, glaring down at Adrien.

He rolled his eyes as he took his seat, putting the box next to him. He hadn’t expected his classmates to offer their advice and help him like this but he couldn’t help but feel grateful. Most of the kids at the schools he went to either didn’t care about their relationship with their parents or were insistent it had to be kept a certain way so they could get what they wanted. Rarely did they want to be open and honest with their parents like Adrien did. He was nervous about telling his mom about how he felt about her work at times. It still felt like it was childish and spoiled of him to be upset about her work and the time it ate. But he knew if he didn’t say anything, like Luka suggested, it could happen again and if she didn’t know how it made him feel, wouldn’t it mean she thought it’d be ok again?

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Most embassies looked the same. The Italian Embassy in France fit in with the old architecture outside and all the opulent architecture inside. He only had a chance to find one nearby Italian bakery to pick up canolies from before coming here. He had about less than 40 minutes, not counting the time it would take to get back to school before classes started again, but of course, he had to wait for his identity to be confirmed by the staff.

“Singor Rossi? Your mother will see you. her office is up the stairs and down the hall. The head diplomat kindly left flowers outside her door so she could find her office.”

“Grazi.”

He walked up the stairs, trying to take in the decor but he was still full of nerves over what he was going to say. he found her office and he took in the exhausted dressing she was in. her blazer was on the back of her chair and her hair was out of her ponytail, the desk a mess of paperwork. She looked up before he could knock and her whole face brightened up.

“Adrien! They told me you came. Come here caro.” She said, standing up and opening her arms.

He took little time hugging her, squeezing tight. He missed seeing her the night before, not just for their tradition, but the first day was always theirs.

As she pulled back, she noticed the boxes and her smile dropped. “Oh caro, I’m so sorry I called so late. The canolies must have been ruined.”

“Yeah. They were. These are from an Italian bakery not far from school. I, I was pretty upset that you never showed. You’ve never missed our first night tradition.”

“I know. There’s so much paperwork to go over. Having magical heroes and a magic terrorist threatening the country isn’t something we really know how to deal with. New York on their heroes are a much different ballpark than this. Still though, I should have called or told you to come here.”

Adrien placed the boxes down and looked at his mom. “I know you didn’t mean it; I believe you. it’s just, I’m scared if I don’t tell you how this made me feel, you might think it’s ok to do it again. I get that you’re busy, trust me I do and I don’t mind when you have to back out of things but this, our tradition. It’s the one thing I always thought would come before work. Even when you and dad were fighting, it was something we always did. It’s stupid, but I feel like if you start backing out of this then it’ll continue and nothing we do will matter anymore. Not our lunch dates, or when you agree to cosplay with me or even simple time just at home.”

“Caro.” His mother’s expression dropped. “Why didn’t you say before that it upset you when I backed out of things? I never wanted you to feel like that.”

“You had work. Work that helps me do those things.”

“Work isn’t as important as you are.” She took his face in her hands and looked into his eyes. “Work isn’t more important than our traditions. I’m sorry I made you feel like it was and that you had to be ok with me choosing work over the things you wanted me at. That’s not ok. Can I explain why I choose to stay last night?” Adrien nodded. “So, our time in New York gave us a bit of insight into what it’s like to have heroes in the city, but it’s something they’ve perfected, even with most heroes having their identities known. They have superpowered villains that are able to be take care of and at most, they just keep an eye on any crimes. It’s different here. This Hawkmoth is classified as a terrorist and the only people who can go up against him have so much hidden. From what I understand, it’s for our protection as much as theirs but there’s so much that needs to be in place. The things they need to protect us is the same thing Hawkmoth wants, so they need protection too. Italy has been asked to come up with plans to give them help when needed and also defend against akumas as best as possible. I don’t know much about Scarlet Bug and Catseye, but I can imagine that their parents would be worried sick if anything happened to them and I want to do my part to help.”

He almost forgot that the Hawkmoth issue was the main reason they were in France right now. He didn’t know why he felt surprised she was worried about Paris’ heroes, his mom always wanted to protect those who needed it.

“That’s why I felt like I had to stay last night, but it shouldn’t have been at the risk of making you feel that way. The other moments mattered too.”

“Yeah. I do get why you had to then, but I miss you with all the work you do. I wasn’t going to say anything but the single parent kids in my class said it’d be better if I did talk to you.”

“And I’m glad you did.” His mother pressed a kiss onto his cheek. “I want you to come talk to me, no matter what. I mean it, no amount of work is more important than you. I wish I could promise work won’t get in the way but what I can promise is that I’ll try harder. I don’t want you to ever feel like you have to hide, ok?”

Every worry he had, every bit of anger and hurt started to slip away. His mom meant her promises, the really deep ones. She made one when she and his dad finally split and he knew she’d keep this one to.

“Ok.”

Just as he was about to hug his mother, a sudden explosion happened, gently shaking the room like a mild earthquake.

“There is an Akuma attacking the nearby area. Please stay inside and wait for further instructions. Scarlet Bug and Catseye are on the scene.”

He couldn’t help it, he rushed to the window and tried to spot something. Just over the roofs, he saw the smoke of something and he could hear the cries of something otherworldly. He’d seen his fair share of superhero fights when in New York, rarely in person, but this felt different. He just spotted two specks that landed on a nearby roof. He pulled out his phone and using his camera, zoomed in. it was a bit pixelated but the two figures were in red and black respectively. The one in black had long hair that almost seemed tinged green. The one in red spun something in a circle. They seemed to talk before they both jumped back towards the attack.

It was small, but he just had his first glimpse at the heroes of Paris.

He jumped when the phone rang and his mother answered.

“Si, we’re fine. Yes, we’ll stay away from the windows.” She gave him a look that pulled him away from staring more. “Grazi. We’ll wait for your call then. We’ve been told to stay here and close the doors. Most of security affects like bars and screens don’t work or will be easily destroyed. If the Akuma thinks no one is in a room, they’ve been more likely to leave it alone. Besides, we’ll be warned if the fight gets closer to us. I know it seems a bit of poor timing, but how about we eat that pizza?”

Adrien nodded and watched as his mother pulled the pillows off the nearby couch and drop them on the floor. Work was literally outside, fighting, but instead his mom choose him. He knew other parents would turn to work when it was this close but his mom wasn’t going to break her promise. He hoped that the heroes of Paris would eventually know the woman they had in their corner. A woman who cared so deeply that Adrien felt so proud to call her his mom.

#adrien augreste #adrien aguast

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jojoturnip · 2 months

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I had a horrible dream about you last night. I don't have your phone number, I've lost it somewhere along the years.

I have your mom's number. And your step dad's. Do either of them remember me? Could I text them and ask if you were okay, or would they think it was spam?

Google hangouts is dead now. That's how we used to talk. I have your Facebook. I sent you a message as soon as I woke up, tears running down my face. You haven't read it yet.

In the dream, you had killed yourself back in highschool. Your parents had given me this black box of your remains, and I'd stored it for years in my parents house, never daring to look inside and see the last of you.

I remember sitting on your bed when you showed me your father's ashes compressed into this pink plastic container. It was shaped like a heart or a star I think. It has his name in black font across the top. You rubbed your finger over the edges.

I didn't want to look in that box and find a matching plastic piece of you.

Wendy was the one who gave me the box in my dream. She was pissed, but not at me. At you. For dying and leaving yourself in my hands. A girl who had abandoned you.

Sometimes I wonder how you think about our past. Do you wonder how things could have gone differently? Do you still think about your curses that silenced the cafeteria and the peach pit in my hand? Do you think about the day you called me terrified of your boyfriend years down the line?

I never forgot you, you know. I think about you a lot. I wrote a book about you, about your life and my life and how it all got twisted. About how we were kids with far too high expectations. About how you were the last person on Earth to know me before I lost so much of myself.

You knew the sunshine, yellows, always positive and preppy version of me. Im fighting still to get the pieces I want of her back, but I still wonder if you would recognize me at all now. Could we walk by each other and pass as strangers?

I didn't talk about it then. I didn't know how, and no one could handle the small problems I was bringing up. I grew up in an abusive household. Things were always a little bad, but it got so much worse the first year of high school. I lost my faith in humanity.

Sometimes, I think I was wrong to lose faith in you, though.

Other times I think you really would have hurt all those people had I not stepped up.

My parents moved a couple of years ago and left a bunch of my stuff in a storage unit that I continue to stall on opening. In my dream, I found your box there. I took it to two of my current friends and asked them for help finding a place to bury you. I wanted you to rest, I didn't want to hold on to you anymore.

We walked through several forested places, somewhere in the celery bog probably. We knelt down in a muddy area where the forest met the creek. I figured you, or at least the old version of you, would like it there.

Slowly, I unpacked your box. There was no plastic heart or star. There was a small bag of ashes and a bag of bones I couldn't identify. Those were the only human remains your mom had given me. The rest was just what remained of your life.

Rocks, gems, twisting branches, beaded jewelry, hand-embroidered pins. I sorted these pieces of you out on old linens on the forest floor.

Why did you leave these to me?

What pieces of you do you want me to keep?

The dream ended around there, but it felt so real that I woke up still believing fully that you were dead. Off I went to Facebook, reaching out to you in panic for the first time in years.

I'm still waiting to hear back.

You knew me back when I trusted my intuition more. I hate to think that my dream means anything real.

I know we aren't close any more. But I've never called you anything other than my friend. I have never stopped caring about you, and you don't need to feel the same to keep my number in your phone just in case.

Just tell me you're okay.

My friends now tell me I ask if they're okay far too often. I don't think they see this anxious intuition inside of me. This breathing thing that knows when something is wrong.

Just tell me you're okay. Please.

#old friend #the dedication in the front of your story reads:#to the one who was ever so much more to me than a tree

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grimoiresofseveralmagicians · 3 months

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The Grimoires of Several Magicians

An Incident-Recording Project led by Marisa Kirisame

Contained in these collections are the findings of me- Marisa Kirisame- as well as some friends of mine and some locals in other worlds, many of which are beyond the borders of Gensokyo. Each of them tends to have incidents to resolve, and other resolvers to resolve them while we note them for anyone else who might face them. Who knows? Someone might find this stuff useful like the Kirisame Magic Shop or my grimoire on Spell Cards! Wanna see it? [Click here to access the Wiki’s post about “The Grimoire of Marisa” that inspired this blog’s theme]

But Sumireko and our Editor (me, this blog’s mod) just call a lot- if not all- of these notes “informational guides for mobile games.” Why? So they can make that information more accessible on a social media site like this one… yeah, this one. While Sumireko is our go-to source for a lot of firsthand outside world knowledge, we’ve got other friends here to help out.

While borrowing information from existing sources like those might be simple for this, the others insist on having those sources cited so you can see what they wrote and if it’s right, wrong, or missing. We’re only doing this because our two knowledgeable outside world people started talking about the problems with “borrowing” information, the legal penalties the outside world has for this sort of thing, and how others can’t “take back the stuff I borrowed after I die” because of credit where credit is due.

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#the fairies’ box of mischief - Gacha or luck-based content that relies mainly on luck (and usually a pity factor) to get the main content.

#editor’s notes - Primarily mod posts that usually don’t cover anything.

#chats about gensokyo - Just miscellaneous talks about Touhou since that’s the overarching theme of this blog, even though the things we cover aren’t always that.

#staff rambles - Random dialogue from the staff board, either by themselves or by responding to other interactions like asks or reblogs. Can be roleplay oriented to a certain extent.

Staff Board

The people helping out with making these tomes and the jobs they have. A few of which come from the outside world…

Marisa Kirisame (L1) - Lead Author, Project Director

Reimu Hakurei - Assistant Director, Miscellaneous Incident Resolution

Marisa Kirisame (K4) - Information Gathering, Communications Across Other Worlds

Renko Usami (K4) - Geographical Research, Communications Across Other Worlds

Maribel Hearn (K4) - Rapid Transportation, Field Research

Sumireko Usami - Information Gathering, Outside World Informational Source, Proofreading

Kosuzu Motoori - Information Gathering, Fact-Checking, Keeping Books In Check

Patchouli Knowledge - Fact-Checking, Proofreading, Keeping Books in Check

Alice Margatroid - Shop Maintenance, Fact-Checking

Nitori Kawashiro - Shop Maintenance, Reconstruction & Testing of Large Mechanical Systems

Aya Shameimaru - News & Information Amplification

Yukari Yakumo - Sage Reference, Rapid Transportation, General Management

Sunny Milk, Luna Child, & Star Sapphire - Additional Assistants, Immediate Customer Support

“Meringue” - Lead Editor, Representative of the West Mountain Anomaly

“Kit” - Assistant Editor, Greater Representative of the West Mountain Anomaly

The Grimoire Collection

Book I: The Lost Word Incidents (Touhou LW) - Ready

Book II: The Revenant Garden Incident - planned

Book III: The Millennium Suitcase Incident - planned

Reference Books & Additional Bookmark Tags

Generally organized lists of things sorted by topic. Noted items are collected from every tome we add here. These will also have their own tags and secondly tagged as #reference grimoires.

Tome of Teamwork: For the Friends & Colleagues We Meet Along the Way - planning in progress

Marching Orders: Your Guide to the Servants & Fairies You Lead Beyond Your Mansion - planning in progress

Not-A-Spell Spell Cards: A Collection of Spell Cards, Not-A-Spell Cards, and Not-A-Card Tactics that May or May Not Be Allowed In Danmaku Battles - planning in progress

Youkai & You, But Not Every Enemy is a Youkai: A Common Guide to Definitely Not-Friendly Enemies - planning in progress

Unfair Struggles: Be The Boss, Beat The Boss! A Field Manual to Boss Battles: Limited Edition - planning in progress

Grimoire of Relics: Records of Magic Items With Varying Magical Powers - planning in progress

Lunar Founded Engineering Hangar - Version K4: A Builder’s Manual to Materializing Structures & Vehicles of the Past & Future with Ingenious Kappa - planning in progress; content warnings in effect, suggestions proposed to reallocate publication to another blog

Spell Card Battle Rulebook - The Rules of Different Games of Danmaku & Strategy - planning in progress

Editor’s Cookie Bookcase

The Cookie Run series will be covered in considerably low depth in our research here because our Editor has a whole Bookcase of content about it. More stuff might be added in the future. After all, he found that rabbit hole first. And I’m not adding those tags to this post.

@crepearchives - Basically this project but Cookie Run information archival

@bakersstreetirregulars - Basically this project but Cookie Run news

@timekeepertwister - A Cookie Run AU which has Touhou character references planned within its other mobile game themes. Will periodically share content with this blog’s collections

@lilywhite-space - Another side of the above blog’s AU story, but more in-depth stories of one world in particular

Kirisame Print Shop Journal

Where all the lore surrounding this blog and other blogs run by the same blog mod is posted. These things are original writing content and are not canon to anything else. Posts like these will be tagged as #kirisame print shop journal entries.

The Resolvers’ Incident

Someone’s Summer Home

Red Seal Crystals…

The Right Team

The West Mountain Anomaly

Marisa’s Grand Opening

Universe K4

#pages of the grimoires #marisa kirisame #blog intro #pinned intro

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