#so uh if u want a real answer no I’m not tryna make it a thing

[homefryboy]

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#ask #might delete later #for context I only mentioned piss in those posts bc they were both referencing smth else #so uh if u want a real answer no I’m not tryna make it a thing #don’t feel bad abt this i just found it kinda funny

[boognish-worshipper]

Moonlight

the second part/continuation of Sunrise, Sunset!

this boutta get interesting……. it gets kinda messy but don’t worry, it isn’t over yet 🙏🙏🙏 also trevor can’t spell over text to save his life

//

Lamar didn’t sleep that night. He couldn’t. He just kept thinking the whole situation over, trying his hardest to connect the dots. Make some sense of it, or at least find some logical way to deny the truth. Had it always been Franklin? It’s not like Lamar ever had a long term girlfriend, or even a chick he was hung up on like his… friend. How long had he been completely naïve? He felt stupid for not noticing sooner. He didn’t even have anyone to confide in. He obviously couldn’t confide in Frank right now. Shit. How would he face him? Lamar screwed his eyes shut tight. What the fuck was he gonna do? He tried thinking about who to turn to. Michael was obviously a no-go, what with the dynamic those two had. Then he thought about Trevor. Maybe he’d help. Maybe. It wouldn’t hurt to just ask, right?

hey

crazy guy

wut leroy. u need smthn?

uh, yeah

sort of

wut iz it?

some complicated bs again. nothin new.

cant u go 2 frank 4 whtevr prblm ur having

not exactly

can i meet u somewhere private?

wut 4

u tryna fuk me leroy?

loco. no.

jus. meet me @ vanilla unicorn asap

Lamar sighed heavily, starting to wonder if this was gonna be a bad idea to try and talk to him about this. But Trevor was kinda fruity anyway, so at least he wouldn’t judge. His phone buzzed again.

alrdy hear bro

Lamar raced over to the strip club, going through the back entrance. Trevor was sitting on his desk, already waiting for Lamar’s arrival.

“LD! What brings you to my fine establishment at this time?” He stood up, but remained leaning against the desk behind him.

“Listen man, it’s.. it’s serious.”

Trevor’s faced lifted, looking surprised. Or.. whatever concerned looked like by his terms.

“How serious we talkin’ bro?”

“Ion know, just some stupid shit I’ve been tryna wrap my head around.”

“Uhh, elaborate on that?”

“It’s gotta do with Fr-…eaky shit going on with me.”

Trevor squinted at him, like he was trying to read Lamar’s mind.

“Like..?”

“Something to do with love, I think?”

“Oh. Well. Why’d you come to me for help?”

“Because I..” He said, the words deflating in his mouth.

“I think you’re the only person who could understand where I’m coming from?”

“…I’m not reading ya. Just say it, Lamar. Jeez.”

“I think I’m in love with someone.”

A long pause filled the air with tension.

“That it?”

“Well, not exactly.”

“Jesus bro, what is the matter with you right now? You look like you’re gonna faint.”

“It’s, it’s someone we know, alright? There.”

Trevor squinted his eyes again, but not for long. His eyebrows flew to his hairline, and he stood upright from the desk he was perched on.

“Wait a minute…”

Lamar looked down at the ground, embarrassment swirling around in his stomach. He felt like some child that had been yelled at for stealing some candy. He didn’t like it. He was a grown fuckin’ man for crying out loud.

“You don’t mean..”

He stood there, saying nothing and grabbing his arm protectively. The silence was back, lingering for too long.

“I fuckin’ knew it.” Trevor said, almost inaudible.

“Wh.. what?” Lamar spluttered out, looking up.

“I fucking knew it!”

Somehow hearing those words comforted and pissed off Lamar. Obviously Trevor wasn’t planning on judging him for it, but how did he know before him?

“What the fuck you mean you knew?!”

“Oh please, Lamar. You aren’t a very subtle person.”

“I am too!”

“No. You’re not. You’re really not.”

“Tell me. How, how am I not subtle as a motherfucker?”

“Hmm… I can think of a few instances to count, but honestly a perfect example was that conversation we had dropping those cars off for he-who-shall-not-be-named.”

Lamar cocked his head sideways, confused. Trevor shook his head before starting his sentence back up.

“Remember when you ah… inquired about Michael and I? Our past?”

“Yeah, what of it?”

“You compared us to some.. I don’t know, divorced couple or something. Figuring it was romantic?” He averted his gaze, turning pink.

“Well, I mean after the whole rundown of our partnership, I asked you about how you and our boy Frankie met.”

“Mhm..”

“And you gave me some weird, uncomfortable story about you having a threesome with him- Which he apparently wasn’t even apart of to begin with. Didn’t know why he even appeared in that memory, but I guess it sort of makes sense now. It was also the fact you.. uh, deciphered my relationship, and tried to compare it to you and Frank. That’s how I started to catch on.”

“Shit.”

“I mean I… I was in the same boat as you, kid. You were right, y’know.”

“I was?”

“Michael and I… were never perfect. But back then I was,” His voice lowered.

“…Am.” He corrected, voice barely above a whisper. Coughing, he continued.

“In love with him. Or something.”

“Shit, for real?”

“For reals homie. I know what you’re going through. Only difference is Mikey uh.. was a little more repressed than I was. But you didn’t hear it from me.”

Lamar stood in shock, eventually flopping down on the couch.

“What the fuck am I gon’ do, Trevor?”

“Well, I know I’m friends with him but I’m not exactly as close to him as you or Mike. So I can’t exactly say whether or not he’s like Michael in that regard, you know?”

“Fuck, man…”

“Hey.. I uh, I’m sorry if I wasn’t much help. I never really knew how to deal with those feelings towards Mike. It’s like, even harder to manage when you have a bond like that.”

“No, no. I needed this I think.”

“Go home, Lamar. Try to get some rest or something.”

As he got up, he placed a hand on Trevor’s shoulder.

“Thanks.”

For the first time since they met, Trevor gave him a genuine smile. He patted his hand and scooted him out the door. Driving back, he still felt sort of restless. Even if he did sleep, it wasn’t gonna be enough. When he got back home and in his bed, he pulled out his phone.

So you’re back.

yup

i thought about what you said

Wait - really?

yeah. i’m a fuckin idiot

Doesn’t take a psychic to know that.

hey

that’s uncalled for lady

What is it you need? It’s very late you know - is what I said keeping you up?

bingo bitch

and uh yeah, i need to know what the fuck u said to franklin

what does he know?

All I told him was that I saw you at his house - very frequently I might add.

I might’ve mentioned you were there in his old room all the time, in his bed with someone he knew - an older woman, perhaps? He didn’t take it too well.

wait a minute

his auntie? i mean she bad and all but

i never.. like did anything with her. not like that

He thought differently. The implications might’ve been misread - why would you choose his childhood bed for something like that? Shame on you

and i might’ve picked the wrong fuckin person to speak to

lady, what the fuck? i never fucked his auntie!

i wouldn’t do that to him, even if she got a dumptruck ass

You are a strange man Lamar. All I saw was you two in his bed, very, very often.

I wouldn’t have known you felt anything for him had you not contacted me - and even now you still made a pass at her!

all we did was talk! n there’s nothing wrong wit admiring ass.

Whatever you say - oh wait…

I’m seeing something

goddammit

it better be good

I’m seeing you two again - and you’re right. You’re talking… about Franklin?

why else would we be in his room. if i was gon fuck his auntie we would’ve done it in hers or sumn

or in the livin room maybe.

I’m seeing something else now - he’s taken the place of his aunt. Oh. Wow…

what? what is it?

what do u see?

I… completely misinterpreted Franklin’s reading. It seems like it was supposed to be him in her place.

I’m not sure how he read it exactly - my best guess was that it wasn’t the latter.

And seeing as he no longer lived there, the vision got mixed up some how for both of us. You did have some connection to her though - don’t lie. That was most likely the problem.

i mean yeah. i hit on her a couple times

maybe thought it about it once or twice

More than that.

whatever. still, i ain’t do shit to her, ion stoop that low lady

Then I apologize. But I cannot fix this problem for you - you’re going to have to talk things out

Because right now, he’s assuming you’re acting weird because you actually *did* something with his aunt.

Fuck me man

this sucks

ur evil lady, u know that?

Hey, I’m not the one hanging out with his aunt. Now go to bed. I’ll deal with you another time.

hey wait

come back

SERVICE UNAVAILABLE. PLEASE TRY AGAIN LATER.

“God fuckin’ damn it not again!”

He chucked his phone against the wall, and began yelling into his pillow. He wasn’t gonna sleep right at all until he fixed this mess. Fucking psychic lady.

The next morning when Lamar passed by his mirror he audibly gasped. He looked like shit. He looked like he was definitely hiding something. And he knew he couldn’t see Frank today. His phone buzzed and as soon as he glanced down he felt the urge to throw it across the room. Speak of the fuckin’ devil. Franklin was fucking calling him. Taking a deep breath, he hit answer.

“Yo.”

“Hey L. How you feelin’?”

“Better. Thanks.”

“Yeah man. You know what was up wit’ you or…”

“I.. I think it was some sort of stomach bug man. Doin’ alright now tho.”

“Glad to hear.”

“So are you callin’ me for something or-“

“Actually yeah. I wanted to talk to you.”

“N-now?”

“Later. Sunset? That cool wit’ you?”

“Uh yeah, yeah. Heard it’s a full moon.”

“Dope. Been meaning to talk about this for a while anyway, and you always dragging me around to go see the sunrise.”

“Makes sense.” More sense than the shit he was in the middle of.

“See you then?”

“Of course dog.”

Click. Lamar dropped his shoulders, which had grown tense during the duration of the call. He didn’t have a whole lot of time to understand what he was dealing with better. He thought to himself that he couldn’t possibly be gay, because he loved himself some hoes now and then. But at the same time, he couldn’t help but feel the same around Franklin. Women and men… was that possible? Could you be into men AND women? He looked it up on his phone, and found a definition that fit him. Bisexual? That’s a thing? He thought it was just, gay and straight. That you couldn’t be both. But… at least that was accounted for. Putting his phone away, he moved on to the next part of the puzzle. What was he going to do when night time came? He couldn’t straight up tell Franklin. That would ruin everything. But how would he explain that he didn’t fuck his Aunt? He had to have a reason to back it up. Either way, he was screwed.

Night came too quick. Lamar kept pacing his room, not taking his eyes off his phone that rested on his bed. Any minute Frank would call him. Any fucking minute now. He still didn’t have a plan. What was he going to do? The phone lit up, buzzing loudly. Oh no. He practically dove to answer it, feigning a nonchalant tone. It wasn’t very impressive.

“Heyyy Frank. I was waiting for word from you.”

“Hey. I’m on my way, be ready.”

He swallowed the lump in his throat.

“See you in 5 L.”

Even after Frank hung up, he didn’t lower the phone from his ear. Oh shit. Oh shit, oh shit, ohshit. He was panicking now, phone dropping to the floor. Not noticing how long he was standing there, he heard a car pull up, then honk. Oh, shit. He raced out the door clumsily, trying to shove his phone in his pocket. Opening the car door, he was hit with the now overwhelming scent of Franklin. Something along the lines of weed and the same cologne he’d be buying for years. He remembered how Tanisha had gotten it for him back when they first started dating as a gift. The detail only made him more nauseous.

“Hey LD.”

“Hey.”

“Get in homie, I got a good spot for us, real sick view n shit.”

“Ah.. aight.”

The car ride wasn’t entirely awful for Lamar, listening to Collard Greens play loudly through the speakers. Franklin had taken them to some secluded spot near Vespucci beach, where no one would bother them. As they got out of the car, Lamar got a clear view of the sunset. It was even better than a sunrise. They found a bench to sit on, and Lamar felt like there wasn’t enough space between them. Did it magically fucking shrink as soon as they sat down? Shit. He cleared his throat, trying to seem neutral and not like he was internally freaking the fuck out.

“So uh… what’d you need to talk to me about?”

Franklin sighed, and Lamar’s stomach was in knots.

“It’s.. just somethin’ I been thinkin’ about for a while. I really jus’ didn’t know how to bring it up or whatever. But let’s jus’ enjoy the sunset right now.”

In contrast to how every sunrise went, the sunset contained shades of pinks and purples. There were also mixed shades of green, from the combination of yellow and blue clashing together. It was a miraculous sight. Frank was right, why didn’t they see sunsets more often? He watched the light sink down past the water, replaced by moonlight not much later. The two sat in silence, as stars filled the sky. The view had grown darker, but he could see the moonbeam reflect in the calm waves. He turned to Franklin, who had a serene expression on his face. He was blue in the moonlight, and it made Lamar feel all kinds of things he never felt for anyone before. Franklin side-eyed him, sitting upright. Here goes nothing.

“Lamar… I just. I gotta ask. I uh.. heard from someone,” Fucking psychic lady.

“That you uh.. and my.. Denise. My Aunt. Were uh.. you were at my house or something with her?”

Lamar eyes were wide. Franklin looked anywhere but him, clearly uncomfortable bringing the topic up. He kept tripping over his words, not knowing how to ask.

“Are.. and I won’t be mad if you are, but are you… and my Aunt.. Are y’all foolin’ around?” He scrunched his face up getting the words out. He almost looked hurt, like he was betrayed at the thought of it all.

“What?”

“Are you fuckin’ my Auntie or what man?!” He forced out.

“Franklin. What.”

He knew the psychic lady had said he got the wrong idea, but hearing it out loud from him was just mind boggling.

“Jesus Christ Franklin, no. I’m not! Why would you even think that?!”

Now he felt hurt. Did he really think Lamar would do something like that?

“You say shit about her all the fuckin’ time! I don’t even know why, because she’s fuckin’ nuts man! I have heard a million and one remarks about her from yo bitchass self!”

“Yeah but I would never-“

“And in my fuckin’ bed man?! Are you for real?!”

“I’m not fucking her! I never was!”

“That’s not what I fuckin’ heard dog! And don’t think I haven’t noticed how weird you’ve been actin’, all guilty n shit. I knew you were hidin’ shit from me, I jus’ didn’t think it’d be my absolute worst fuckin’ nightmare!”

“Franklin! For fucks sake bro that’s not why I’ve been actin’ so weird!”

“Then tell me, exactly, what the hell your problem is!”

Lamar’s mouth hung open, looking for what the fuck to say.

“Homie. It’s not like that. I’m seriously, seriously not fucking her. I’m… just-”

“What, Lamar?!”

“I think I’m in love.”

Shock covered Franklin’s face. Complete, utter shock. His face then twisted into a furious expression.

“Are you fuckin’ for real right now? You’re not fuckin’ my Aunt, you’re in love with her?! Fuck you man!”

“Wait, no that’s not what was I was implying-“

Franklin shot up from his seat, throwing his hands up.

“You’ve officially lost yo mind dog. You two enjoy each other. I’m fuckin’ out of here bro.”

“Franklin, wait-“

“No, no. I.. I need to go. I need to clear my mind or whatever the fuck, because I am just… unbelievably pissed right now.”

“But I’m not-“

“Save it, LD. I’ll… catch you later. Or something. Bye.”

Franklin walked back to his car, abandoning Lamar. Some how, this was worse than confessing to him. He felt sick to his stomach. How the hell was he gonna fix this mess? He remained seated, watching the water lap at the shore. He needed to fix this. And he knew, although he wish he didn’t have to, that’d he’d have to come clean. He didn’t want to ruin his friendship, and some how still did by just not blurting it out. Soon. Soon, after Franklin was ready to talk to him again. He prayed to a higher being, hoping desperately it’d all work out.

//end of pt 2!!!!! i’m sorry this is kinda angsty or whatever :( but i am gonna write a happy ending for this!! lamar deserves the world i love his character sm *sobs* (also sorry this part’s longer than the last one LMAO)

#grand theft auto 5 #gta v #lamar davis #franklin clinton #franklin/lamar #angst #one sided pining #but don’t worry #it’s gonna work out #bc franklin’s hiding shit himself 👀 #not gonna say anything #framar

[archived-kin]

Hi hello. I just read your Simeon bf himbo angel post and I. Fuckin. Love. It. So. Much. I'm like the Cheshire cat grinning so bloody much. It made me so giddy and I just wanna jump over the moon! I'm a 150cm girl and hmmm probably never going to be a beefy himbo in my life but it was so wonderul coming across a post like this. Yes to more male mc content! Get that visibility and presence! ✨the dynamics✨✨the theatrics✨✨the execution✨ just makes me melt into goo and wanna endear myself entirely to the post. 🥺 The longevity and dedication that Simeon and best Boi himbo have for each other. 2 millenia even tho it's probs relative to their ages but still damn 🥺the face planting for Belphie and the stray cat 🥺 Dia getting a shoulder rollercoaster ride 🥺 Levi being super duper comfortable with someone 🥺 Lucifer being cute Tryna pretend he can't lift shit 🥺 Barb doting on himbo angel (iwishthatwasmehaha). I just jehfufidjoeufhdp0wuej khlfhoe I LOVE IT SO FRICKIN MUCH U DONT EVEN KNOW. U MADE MY DAY. DELIVERED WHAT I DIDNT KNOW I NEEDED. I have now screenshot n saved this into my gallery. Endorphin boost as it's one of my fav posts now. It was sublimely written so 👏please 👏give 👏 yourself 👏due 👏credit 👏I also just wanted to ask how does Luci not know himbo bf even tho he's older than Luke? (Cuz mcpridey recognises chihuahua) it's all g if u don't have any answer for it, I'm just so enamoured by the piece 🥰 Seriously thank you. You delivered on the relationship quirks for each obm character which were so vibrant and entertaining! I WOULD DIE TO SEE HIMBO3 COMBO NWKFUJOEWB! Tough Bois who can be soft Bois and smol beans just deserve all the love and recognition. 💖 Thank you. I would like to respectfully smooch every single one of them. You made me ✨feel✨ blissful emotions which have been sparse cuz of my shit sleeping schedule. I sincerely hope you have been doing well. I just uh. Man the loyalty and love that those two have for each other kinda makes me emotional? Cuz I kinda think it's so hard to find and maintain that in real life? N v few ppl manage to leave life with that love? It's just so sweet to imagine n be wistful about it. Hehe I'm ready (whenever U r -plz no pressure) to read it other stuff since this post has made me dedicate my undying love to u n the piece itself. It just made my day. Thank you again 😍

Anon who couldn't send in the first ask 😭 (I think I'm a bit more subdued ver.2 cuz I'm more tired lol sorry)

P.S The sheer death sentence that would warrant any pea brain to speak ill of himbo angel is hilarious. The horizon just has the nobility and royalty death glaring at the fool while himbo turns around and is like 🌻guys!🌻 N it's all warm smiles until beefy Boi turns back around. N the candy making 🍭. The gardening 💐 I'm sobbing at the wholesomeness 🥺 lol I actually don't usually go for himbos but it's just too good 🤍

ANON DO YOU WANT TO KILL ME?? IS THAT WHAT YOU WANT??? I'M GOING TO CRY YOU'RE SO SWEET AHHHHHHHHHHH

thank you so much for taking the time to tell me this!!!! i really can't express how darn happy it made me and i'm so glad that you enjoy my writing this much!! to answer your question about how lucifer knows luke but not our lovely boy - the way i see it, i'm pretty sure luke knew lucifer before he fell, since we're told that he used to admire him even more than michael before he and the brothers rebelled and fell from the celestial realm (though i'd assume he was still very young and doesn't remember it clearly, since he apparently doesn't remember lilith), and i'd assume that he and lucifer have interacted since while the latter was a demon considering how much luke apparently hates him and how familiar lucifer's teasing is, while himbo angel hasn't really stepped foot out of the celestial realm and his gardens until joining simeon during his transfer year and was made during the war, which means that lucifer wouldn't have had an opportunity to meet him outside of maybe seeing him head butting demons out of the sky

hope that clears things up!! and thank you again for you message, i'm pretty sure it's made my entire week :'))))))

#answering asks #anon asks #I AM INTERNALLY SCREAMING (IN A GOOD WAY) #ANON I LOVE YOU SO MUCH HHHHHHHHHHHH #<3333333333

[shameless-selfship-indulgence]

Girl Help Part 2

I wrote this in a fucking frenzy

there’s no, like, content worth warning about in this one though

"calais," said Marvus. "cuh-LIE-is. soundz like a troll name."

"A troll name?" asked Calais.

"fo sho babe," said Marvus. "six n six. marvus xoloto. trizza tethis. all part o da fxxked up hellawhack shiznack dat dictates r planets whole history n shit. twelves all over da dam place."

"Is that what you are?" asked Calais. "A...troll?"

Marvus blinked at her, a slow, lizard-like blink. He gave a low whistle. "dam we gotta start w da basics here."

The planet was called Alternia, the species was called trolls. The entire society revolved around a rigid caste system based on blood color, which divided trolls into twelve distinct subtypes with different physical traits. Red was at the bottom, Fuchsia at the top.

"its all bullshit tho," he added at the end. There was a flash of something in his eyes.

"What was that thing you were doing?" asked Calais. "Earlier. To me."

Did Marvus stiffen ever so slightly? Was that a flare in his nostrils? His eyes flicked up and down Calais with lightning speed before he leaned back with affected nonchalance.

"chucklevoodoos," he said. There was something guarded in his voice.

Calais blinked at him for a second, hoping that the jumble of noise he had just poured at them would sort itself out. No luck.

"Chuck-a-what?"

"chuck-el-voo-doos," said Marvus again. "purpleblood shit. wuz doin it 2 every1, not jus u."

"You mean like...mind control?" Calais guessed.

Marvus frowned. "controlz a strong word 4 it, my dude. its more like vibez."

Calais suddenly understood something.

Should she say it? She usually liked to have her cards on the table. She did it as often as she could, in the hopes that the other person would do the same. She got the feeling this man wouldn't, though.

But then again, he already had all the power in this situation. The only hope that she had was to try to build some sort of relationship with him, and she liked it when those were built on trust. Besides, she liked being honest better. Easier to remember her answers.

But still, a voice in the back of her head screamed at her to think it through a bit more, even as she opened her mouth and blurted out-

"You don't like that you can't control me."

Marvus looked slightly taken aback. He narrowed his eyes a bit. "no, I don't," he said slowly. Candidly. His hand started to edge towards his cane.

Oh shit, he thought she was trying to flex on him. Calais started to fumble, multiple different de-escalators and disclaimers colliding on the way out of her mouth and throwing random sounds everywhere.

Eventually she managed to concentrate enough to form real words.

"I-I mean you CAN," said Calais. "You CAN control me. I just hate it. I hate it enough that I can tell that it's happening."

Marvus paused. Calais continued, trying to explain everything in a rush.

"Not that it feels bad. It feels good. That's what I hate about it. I can tell in my head that it's not how I'd normally feel. I know that normally I'd be...repulsed. Normally I'd have a sense of...boundaries. And what's gross and what's not. And whatever the chuckle thing does, it doesn't stop me from being scared. I'm always scared of that."

"scared of wat?" Marvus asked. His teeth glinted in a smirk. "gettin ur pail on?"

"My what?"

"dam. dunno wat pailing is? gettin freaky, babe. all concupiscent n shit."

"Oh. I mean. Yeah? I'm kind of scared of it...I mean." Calais stress stimmed a little. "It's more that I'm scared of not being in control? Like, did you know that being horny actively lowers your disgust response? Even without the voodoos or whatever. Literally, the only reason that we can enjoy reproducing is because we no longer have an accurate sense of what's gross and what isn't. That's what I don't like. The idea that I could be in a situation where I'm doing all these, just. Objectively disgusting things? And LIKING it? And not being able to tell that it's nasty? Or even being able to tell and not caring. I hate it. I hate it so much. It scares me. And I definitely don't want to be like that around another person."

"huh," said Marvus. "never met any1 else like dat."

Calais shrugged. "Maybe because they don't come to whatever it was you were doing."

"nah," said Marvus. "I seen ppl roll up who didn't want 2 b there. they come around in the end." He tilted his head at them. "prolly cause ur an alien," he said, seeming to decide it as he said it. "pailing n murder r pretty normal mental states 4 us. disinhibition doesn't bother ppl."

He looked a little more relaxed now for having come to this conclusion. Calais figured that was a good thing.

"so wat r u?" he asked.

"Oh! Um. We call ourselves humans," said Calais. "Uh, we all have the same blood color, so that's not a thing...and I'm pretty sure nobody has any psychic powers, either."

"dam. wat do u do then?"

"Uh..." Calais puffed air through her cheeks. "I dunno. I'm not sure what to tell you. Whatever it is would be completely normal for me, so..."

"wat color's ur blood?"

"Um, red?" said Calais.

Marvus winced, but he was smiling. "ooh. dats gonna b rough."

"Yeah, I was gonna say..." Calais curled into herself a little, then remembered her ribs and winced, stopping up short.

"how'd u get here?" asked Marvus.

"I...have no idea," said Calais. She blinked. "I don't know. I don't know at all. I was suddenly just. Here."

"where were u b4?"

Calais looked around, as if the answer were written somewhere in the room. "I...I don't know!" she exclaimed. "I mean, I must have been somewhere, but I don't...I can't..." she started to wring her hands.

"woah, woah, babe, calm down," said Marvus, lifting his hands in a placating gesture. "it's all gonna b ok."

Calais shied away from him instinctively. He was awfully close. But she realized that the fact that this bothered her was a good thing.

"What did you see?" she asked.

Marvus shrugged. "u weren't there. then u were."

Calais wondered briefly if he was telling the truth. But even if he weren't, there was no way they would be able to tell. They would have to take him at his word.

"That's...not very helpful," they said absently.

Marvus laughed. "guess not. dam."

"I don't know what I was doing before I came here, I don't know how I got here, and I don't know how to get back." Calais thought for a bit, chewing her lip. "M-maybe someone at the concert saw? Someone in the mosh pit?"

"m tellin u babe, there was nuthin 2 c," said Marvus.

"Can we...check?" Calais asked carefully, looking warily at her clown host.

Marvus smiled, a somewhat easygoing smile that was nevertheless a little too toothy. "my concerts r wild, my dude," he said. "they was deffs all distracted. n they're all prolly all hells 2 the indisposed atm."

Calais dimly remembered the general reaction - or lack of reaction - to their appearance and realized that this was probably true.

Calais looked at Marvus, running calculations in her head. She was starting to realize how this was going to go, although she didn't want to believe it. Didn't want to need him. But she needed somebody, and...

"u don't have anywhere 2 go, do u," said Marvus. It wasn't really a question.

Calais flinched. "Yes," they said.

Marvus drummed his fingertips against the table he was leaning on. They clicked on the wood. Calais realized that his fingernails were claws and swallowed hard.

. "tell u wat, babe," said Marvus. "m on the homeward part of my tour atm. y don't u come w me n we'll see if we can figure out how 2 get u home."

Calais closed their eyes and took a deep breath. Don't think about the creepy clown, don't think about how you feel, just consider him, consider yourself, consider the situation, there's no need to be scared if you just figure out what's going on and why you're afraid...

Blessedly, Marvus let her sit there in shut-eyed silence until she was able to put her thoughts together and turn to him.

Direct communication. It was something that she liked.

"You want to keep me near you," she said. "You don't know what to make of me, and you want me in...in, like, your hand."

"well yh," said Marvus. "dats all true. but dat doesn't mean it can't b mutually beneficial, ufeelme? yeah ur an alien n u might b useful n shit but dat doesn't mean I can't help u 2. u do need somewhere to stay right? alternia is vy dangerous. 'specially 4 mutants n aliens. 'specially 4 mutants n aliens w red blood."

"I do need your help," said Calais. "I just..." pain and trauma emboldened her; fear wasn't enough to keep her quiet. "I just don't want you to pretend your motives aren't selfish. I don't want you to pretend anything. It's okay that you want to use me...I mean, it's not okay, but I don't exactly have a choice and I probably can't fight you so at the very least I want to know that that's what's happening, get it?"

She picked at flecks of teal under her fingernails and realized for the first time that it was blood. Their stomach lurched and they froze, setting their hand back down. "I'll probably be more cooperative than you think," she said quietly. "As long as I know what I'm getting into. I mean. When you manipulate someone, you want to make them feel at ease, right? Like they can trust you? So they'll do what you want? Well, I'll feel way more at ease if I think I can trust you. If I know you're telling the truth. Even if it's bad. So just...don't try to sell me anything. Do you understand?"

She glanced up at Marvus. He was shaking his head slowly. "ur a rlly weird alien," he said. "sure. if dats wat u want."

"Do you promise?" asked Calais.

Marvus nodded. "fo sho, babe. promise. but m not tryna use u. not yet @ least. ur a wild card. jus wanna keep an eye on u 4 now."

"Right," said Calais.

"so it's a deal, then?" asked Marvus with a smirk. He held out his hand.

Calais looked at his hand, then back up to his face. Hesitated. Then reached out and took his hand.

Marvus' grip was strong, and his hand seemed to swallow up her own. Calais strengthened her grip, but she got the feeling that no matter how tight she squeezed, it  wouldn't impress him.

He grinned at her and gave her hand a quick up and down shake. She seriously doubted that he was trying to make a show of strength, but it still felt as though he could wrench her shoulder from its socket, just by shaking her hand.

"alrite then. it's a deal," he said.

Calais pulled their arm back against her chest. A deal.

This creature was, evidently, not Satan. Just an alien with horns and freaky mind powers. But that didn't keep the phrase "deal with the devil" from reverberating wryly through her mind.

#Selfship hours #calais' words #💜 Clownfucker 💜

[generallynerdy]

Babysitting (Carol Danvers & Sister!Reader)

first 10 minutes of endgame spoilers im warning u

Summary: When Carol goes to find Tony Stark and company on Titan, she regretfully has to leave behind her little sister, (Y/N). She isn’t pleased with the arrangement, at least until she discovers a raccoon and a particularly friendly cat in the compound.

Requested by & Anon: I'd love a Carol Danvers x little sister! Reader who loves animals! Like, she takes care of Goose and she loves Rocket, even though he insists he's not a raccoon

Key: (Y/N) - your name Warnings: nova calls the Decimation by the Snap bc that’s clearly what it should’ve been called, Cursing Probably, f l u f f, insinuations of death by plum-man Word Count: 2,202

Note: this focuses a lot on the avengers w/her sister sorry not sorry it’s cute and i needed to write rhodey tbh

    “Woah!” The little girl gasped. “This place is so big!”

    She was led along, hand in hand with a blonde woman in a sort of suit of red, blue, and gold. She skipped as she went, little stuffed dog wrapped tightly in her free arm. Her companion took her to a massive compound that looked relatively empty.

    The blonde laughed. “Yeah, it’s pretty big, huh?”

    “Carol,” the little girl whined as they got halfway across the building’s huge lobby. “Up.”

    Carol leaned down, plucking her tiny partner from the ground and scooping her into her arms. “You are needy, you know that?” She teased, booping the child’s nose.

    She giggled and shoved her hands away, using the stuffed puppy to cover her face from further attack. “Do you have to go?” She whined suddenly.

    “(Y/N), I wouldn’t leave you if I didn’t have to,” Carol sighed.

    Carol went to brush her little sister’s hair behind her ear, but her hand was shoved away spitefully. She didn’t want to leave her baby sister, but sometimes duty called. In this particular case, she was headed out to find a certain Tony Stark and company, who were hopefully on Titan.

    “Ah, there you are--” Someone said before stopping.

    Carol stopped as they approached the elevators and ran into a redhead, who stopped them there. “(Y/N),” Carol said to the girl in her arms, “This is Natasha.”

    “Hi,” (Y/N) whispered, waving shyly at her and burying her face in her stuffed friend.

    Her older sister smiled fondly. “She’s gonna help take care of you while I’m gone.”

    “I don’t wanna go,” she whined again. “I wanna stay with you and go save people, Carol, please!”

    Carol sighed and kissed her forehead. “I know, kiddo. But this one will be faster if I do it myself. They’re gonna take really good care of you and I’ll be back before you know it. Okay?”

    “Okay,” she whispered, though reluctantly.

    “Can you take her?” Carol asked Natasha. “They’re waiting for me in the hangar.”

    Natasha nodded and was soon given the terrified child. Carol kissed her on the cheek once more and was gone, (Y/N) waving miserably after her.

    “I know being left with strangers is horrible and scary,” Natasha said to the girl once her sister was gone. “But we’re gonna make the best of it.”

    (Y/N) nodded slowly, but her expression didn’t change. She was scared out of her mind.

    Natasha didn’t try to force her to talk, as she knew that would only make her more uncomfortable. So, she took her upstairs instead, hoping that the others would be able to make her more comfortable with things. After all, she could be stuck with them for days before Carol came back.

    The pair walked into the meeting room, where part of what was left of the Avengers gathered. Thor had yet to show, rather preoccupied with setting his people up in a new place to live, but Steve was downstairs sending Carol off.

    Bruce and Rhodey were the only ones in there, as well as Rocket, who was closest to the door. (Y/N) spotted him first.

    “A raccoon!” She gasped.

    The others looked up instantly at that, Bruce shooting Nat a confused expression. She just smiled a little and shook her head at (Y/N)’s reaction.

    “Why do people keep saying that?” Rocket huffed, not quite realising that a child had said it. “I’m not a raccoon!”

    “Guys, this is (Y/N),” Natasha said, kneeling to the ground to put the girl down. “Carol’s little sister.”

    Rhodey raised an eyebrow. “Hi, (Y/N). I’m Rhodey. This is Bruce.”

    “That’s Rocket,” Nat added, gesturing to the raccoon.

    The girl nodded a little before wandering over to Rocket, who looked terrified at this action. She just kind of pet his ear, giggling a little.

    “You’re so fluffy,” she said.

    He couldn’t help smiling slightly. “Yeah, one of my best qualities.”

    Meanwhile, Nat sat beside the other two men in the room, sighing as she did. She didn’t want to make them help her watch (Y/N), nor did she want them to do so at all. They were grieving, all of them. They didn’t need this. But, of course, they were heroes and they would offer to anyway.

    “How long are we babysitting?” Rhodey asked.

    “Who knows?” Nat sighed. “Until Carol gets back.”

    Bruce moved from the table to kneel in front of (Y/N), who had moved away from Rocket to the computers on one side of the room. They displayed the faces of the missing and, frankly, he didn’t want her to ask about them, so he decided to distract her instead.

    “Hey, (Y/N), what do you do for fun?”

    (Y/N) put a hand to her chin thoughtfully. “Carol likes taking me to new planets! And sometimes we sing to old songs on the way there or play hide n’ seek in the ship!”

    “Hide and seek, huh?” Bruce asked with a small smile. “Do you wanna play that?”

    “Yeah!” She exclaimed, hopping up and down. “You seek and I’ll hide! But you hafta count to 200, ‘cause that’s how much we count in big places.”

    Nat barely held in a laugh and Rhodey failed entirely. The kid was adorable. Maybe she was what they needed around here.

    “Okay, 200. Got it,” Bruce said. “Ready?”

    By the time he was at 5, (Y/N) had sprinted out of the room, tiny stuffed dog in hand.

    Rhodey didn’t have much to do at the compound except worry about Tony. So, he took to pacing the halls, finding unexplored rooms that had been abandoned since the Snap. What he didn’t expect to find when he turned a corner was little (Y/N) tugging at a stuck door with all her might.

    He laughed at the sight, glancing down the hall, but seeing no one. So, he approached the kid.

    “Uh, hey,” he said suddenly. “What are you doing?”

    “Tryna get in,” she answered bluntly.

    Rhodey had a silly grin on his face. “Aren’t you supposed to be playing hide and seek with Bruce?”

    She shrugged. “He’s bad at seeking. And Nicky’s office won’t open.”

    “Nicky…?” Rhodey asked. He glanced at the name on the door and stopped cold. Nicholas J Fury. “You know Fury?”

    “Uh huh!” (Y/N) said proudly, still pulling at the door handle. “Carol tells me stories about him for bedtime. Like when they saved the world from Kree! That’s my favourite.”

    Rhodes shook his head a little. “Here, lemme help you with that.”

    He managed to get the door unstuck and followed the girl inside, viewing the office with a sense of reminiscence. He was too busy looking around to realise that (Y/N) was looking for something-- or someone-- in particular.

    “Goose!” She whisper-called. “Goosey, Goose, Goose. Where are you?”

    When Rhodey did hear he, he tilted his head. “Goose? What are you--?”

    He was interrupted by a meow and watched in awe as a ginger cat appeared from behind Fury’s desk. It greeted (Y/N) instantly with purrs, making her giggle and pet it lovingly.

    “There you are!” She cooed.

    “I didn’t know Fury had a cat…” He muttered.

    (Y/N) picked up the cat and held it up, looking into its blank eyes. “You’re even cuter in real life! Carol’s gonna be so happy I found you!”

    “Did your sister tell you stories about Goose, too?”

    “Yeah!” (Y/N) exclaimed. “She’s like the coolest pet ever.”

    Rhodey hummed. “Didn’t take Fury for a cat person. Or a pet person.”

    “Goose isn’t a cat,” she huffed. “Goose is a Flerken. She’s way better than any cat. Isn’t that right, Goosey?”

    “Mrrow?”

    He simply paused, looking between the girl and the cat, the latter of whom stared back somewhat eerily. “Flerken. Right.” He furrowed his eyebrows, muttering to himself. “What the hell’s a Flerken?”

    (Y/N) was at the compound a little longer than they had anticipated, but they quickly got into a routine with her. Natasha, Rhodey, and Steve were in charge of making sure she got food and everything else she needed, while Bruce and Rocket were in charge of fun. Thor wasn’t in the mood. Nobody else really was either, but they were willing to put aside some things so that (Y/N) was taken care of.

    One night, as Steve was tucking her in, she asked him something.

    “Steve?” She called before he could close the door. “Can you tell me a story?”

    The captain stopped dead in his tracks and turned to her with a little smile. “A story?”

    “Carol tells me stories,” (Y/N) whispered quietly.

    So, he pulled up a chair beside her bed and settled in. The girl was just missing her big sister. He wanted to give her as much comfort as he could until she came back. Goose was pretty helpful when it came to that. In fact, she was curled up beside the little girl, looking like she was waiting for a bedtime story, too.

    “What kind of story do you wanna hear?” Steve asked.

    Her answer was instant. “Carol tells me stories about when she was in the air force. Or when she and Nicky saved the world.”

    “Okay…” he paused, exhaling sharply. “I’ve got one.”

    So, he told her about the time he and his best friend, Bucky, went to the Stark Expo. He also mentioned how he tried to illegally sign up to fight in the war, which she thought was funny. He didn’t go much further than that, but he did linger on Bucky a little.

    “Carol has a Bucky,” (Y/N) yawned when he finished his story.

    Steve raised an eyebrow. “Oh, yeah?”

    “Uh huh. Her name’s Marie,” the girl said. “We go visit her an’ Monica-- that’s her daughter-- a lot. But we don’t tell Nicky when we come visit, ‘cause we visit a lot.”

    “Is this the Marie that was a pilot, too?”

    (Y/N) nodded drowsily, smiling before frowning. “I asked Carol if we could visit ‘em this time, but she said we can’t. D’you know why?”

    Steve’s heart broke. He couldn’t be sure, but he had a pretty damn good hunch on why (Y/N) and Carol wouldn’t get to visit Marie and Monica. It took everything in him to lie to this kid, to tell her something that was so far from the truth.

    “No, I don’t,” he lied through his teeth. “But maybe you’ll get to see them before you leave.”

    “I hope so,” she muttered as he went to leave her room. “G’night.”

    “Goodnight. Sleep well, kiddo.”

    (Y/N) stumbled into the kitchen one morning, Goose following her as she carried her stuffed friend there. The cat followed her pretty much everywhere.

    A gasp left the little girl’s lips at the sight of a familiar blonde head of hair.

    “CAROL!”

    She ran into her big sister’s arms, laughing excitedly.

    “Oh, there’s my girl,” Carol groaned at the impact of the attack hug, kneeling down to her sister’s level. “I told you I’d be back before you knew it.”

    “Lookie who I found!” (Y/N) said, rushing over to Goose.

    She picked the cat up and showed her to Carol, who smiled instantly at the sight. It was a bittersweet smile as she remembered why Goose was all alone in the compound, but a smile nonetheless.

    “Hi, Goose,” she greeted softly, grinning when the cat rubbed up against her fondly. “Remember me?”

    (Y/N) giggled. “Of course she does!”

    “You know what, kiddo?” Carol asked, not noticing the smiles on the faces of her fellow Avengers, who were scattered about the room. “I have a surprise for you, too.”

    “You do?” (Y/N) gasped.

    Carol nodded. “I made breakfast-- French Toast!”

    “YAY!” The girl squealed, racing to find a chair at the table as her sister went to grab her food. “Can Goose have some, too?”

    Goose climbed up on the chair beside her, almost on cue.

    Carol laughed. “Yes, Goose can have some, too.”

    She placed one plate in front of her sister and a smaller one in front of the Flerken, who was practically drooling in anticipation. (Y/N) dug in, but Goose had to hop up on the table to reach her food.

    The other Avengers watched with small smiles as the Flerken nudged her food experimentally with her nose. Carol waited. It was gonna be perfect.

    Goose’s mouth snapped open and tentacles cascaded from deep in her throat. She gobbled up the French Toast in seconds, doing it so quickly that (Y/N) barely saw it. The kid knew the stories about the Flerken, though. The Avengers did not.

    “Jesus--” Bruce gasped out when the tentacles disappeared.

    All of them were wide-eyed and fearful, some even backing up a little ways away.

    (Y/N) giggled at Rhodey’s face particularly. “I told you she wasn’t a cat! Goose is a Flerken! Isn’t that right, Goosey?”

    Goose rubbed her chin against the girl’s outstretched hand, purring up a storm. “Mrow!”

    “Okay, that I get Fury having as a pet,” he whispered. “That’s freaky. That’s-- that’s terrifying is what that is.”

Masterlist

#carol danvers x reader #carol danvers imagine #carol danvers fanfiction #marvel #marvel x reader #marvel imagine #marvel fanfiction #marvel oneshot #goose the flerken #goose the cat #captain marvel #captain marvel x reader #captain marvel imagine #captain marvel fanfiction #carol danvers oneshot #carol danvers #captain marvel oneshot #nick fury #james rhodes #bruce banner #rocket raccoon #steve rogers #captain america #novakitty #novakitty114 #generallynerdy #natasha romanoff #black widow #the black widow #river

[hcneymilkks]

NCT Jeno ‘Next Door’

requested by the lovely @jaeminsoftgf ! thanks for requesting Summer and I hope it lives to your expectations! 

Request your own oneshot here!

prompt numbers:

2. SWEATER PAWS AND CUDDLES. “if you don’t grab me a blanket I’m breaking up with you.” “I’m watching Barbie Nutcracker.”

16. Neighbour au in which one gets drunk on mulled wine and ends up knocking at the other’s door, drunkenly trying to seduce the other and - instead - passing out in their living room

Pairing: Jeno x Reader

Genre: Fluff/slight crack 

Word count: 1.5k 

MASTERLIST

So,,,,,, you come home earlier than expected for the holidays and notice that the neighbours beside you have moved out

They lived beside you ever since you were a kid and you were sad because they were an elderly couple who were so sweet

So ofc you get sad and all

BUT

The new neighbour comes rolling in and WTF

He's handsome.....like hella handsome

Meet Jeno. Second-year University student studying medicine

He comes popping to your door to introduce himself and that's when you knew

Uh oh

Fuck no,,,, heart pls skip the love at first sight ahhhhhh

So naturally, you would do what any ordinary person would do, you introduce yourself back and ask if he wants to come in to hang or something

But yet, you're not ordinary and instead slam the door in his face and run up the stairs

"Y/F/N I swear he's hella hot....and I just did a dumb thing."

Mr. Jeno on the other hand,,,, just couldn't get you off of his mind

Like he thought when you get into University, crushes are non-existent

NOPE

Moving into this new neighbourhood made him realize something, he wanted to be friends with you.

 ....maybe even more.

 A few days into break and you're helping your parents decorate.

All I want for Christmas is blasting in your room and you couldn't help but belt out to the song and bust out your "best" dance moves

When I put it in quotation marks I mean like just fist-pumping many times into the air and doing the dab or something

You don't even notice but Jeno is just staring at you like "wtf are you doing woman?" but at the same time, he's enjoying it because he's never seen you like this before

Like come on you barely leave the house anyways

And like once the song finishes you look at your window and SEE THAT THE CURTAINS WERE DRAWN AND YOU REALIZE THAT JENO SAW THE WHOLE THING AND HE STARTED TO CLAP AND LAUGH (even though you couldn't hear it)

You scream and try to close the curtains but Jeno puts up a piece of paper

"you were AMAZING."

You tilt your head and then reach to grab some papers and markers and craft a response of your own

"BRO I AM SO SORRY YOU HAD TO SEE THAT JSJSJSS"

More scribbling, more showing paper.

"LMAO IT'S FINE I GENUINELY ENJOYED IT."

Then you realize that you both are like recreating that one Taylor Swift music video by writing messages and showing each other INSTEAD OF JUST OPENING THE DAMN WINDOW AND TALKING

But its okay because you both get closer for some reason

Even though your hand hurts

And as you scribble down another response, Jeno beats you to it.

"WANNA COME TO THE NIGHT MARKET WITH ME?"

That my friends is how you went on a "date" to the night market

^^ I say date like that because you both don't know it's a date....but it kinda is

Food everywhere, some snow falling, a huge Christmas tree in the center

You both manage to do some Christmas shopping and regret not bringing a bigger bag.

"Jeno help I'm dying."

"okay um....wait,,,, what's your name?"

Smooth Jeno smooth.

But like how else was he supposed to get your name?

"it's Y/N. Now help me."

By the end of the night, your stomachs were filled, and your minds were filled with more ideas of what to do together.

NOT TO MENTION SOME PICTURES THAT YOU SECRETLY TOOK OF HIM

AND LIKE DAMNNNNN HIS SIDE PROFILE SEXY

You both finally got each other's numbers

Contact names:

 Jennifer/Jen NOOOOO LMAO IMAGINE JENNIFER IM CRYING

Y/N/The LOML/DabDab Y/N

Getting closer to Christmas and you both have late night convos and send each other memes

It's like WOOJIN God had sent you a sign like "bitch hello this is the boy for you now take him."

Conversations would be like:

Jen NOOOOOO: Y/N, Y/N, FOR FRICK SAKES Y/N

You: OI YOU ASPARAGUS WHAT DO YOU WANT I'M TRYNA SLEEP

Jen NOOOOOO: WHO U CALLING AN ASPARAGUS?! THAT VEGETABLE IS A STICK AND DO I LOOK LIKE A MF STICK!?!

You: UM......

Jen NOOOOOO: ANYWAYS wanna make snow angles?

Jen NOOOOOO: Angles*

Jen NOOOOOO: Angles*

Jen NOOOOOO: A N G L E S*

Jen NOOOOOO: OHMYGOD ANGLES*

Jen NOOOOOO: SJSJSJSJ NVM

Now we getting to the good tea oof

So it's December 23rd, two days before Christmas

You decide to stay at home cuddled up in a blanket having a movie marathon

And then the doorbell rings and there's knocking

You pause the movie, keep the blanket on like a cape and then open the door

The cold air hits your face before you could see who was there

·It's none other than Jeno

"Um hi?"

"Y/N! MY LOVE! THE LOVE OF MY LIFE! HOW I MISSED YOU!" he funnily walks in and spins around in your living room.

At first,,,, you don't understand...like why is Jeno at your house at 11 pm at night?

Then your phone dings like 10 times

Jen NOOOOOO: IS THIS A Y/N?

You: UM WHO ARE YOU AND WHY DO YOU HAVE JENO'S PHONE?!

Jen NOOOOOO: I'M ONE OF HIS FRIENDS YOU DUMB DUMB AND IM HERE TO WARN YOU THAT JENO JUST LEFT HIS HOUSE TO COME TO YOURS....I THINK HE WANTS TO TRY AND KISS YOU OR CONFESS TO YOU IDK

You: WHO TF U CALLIN DUMB DUMB AND WHY DID YOU LET HIM OUT OF THE HOUSE?

Jen NOOOOO: let's just say he got too drunk and elbowed Haechan in the face while he was restraining him

You couldn't even finish answering when Jeno back hugged you, his breath tingling the back of your neck

You stiffened at the sudden contact and you felt butterflies in your stomach

Oh no

OH NO

"Y/N....let's cuddleeeeee"

Jeno drags you to the couch and awkwardly tries to cuddle you which resulted in him giving up and just standing back up.

"Y/N look at meeeee."

Dammit he's a pouty baby.

He squishes his cheeks and tries to wink and does so many things at once like damn boy calm down.

"Y/N,,, are you a Christmas light? Because you light up my world.

"Y/N,,,, you're the gingerbread to my house."

Jeno stumbles walking closer to you "Hey Y/N,,,, you're sexy, come-" and instead passes out on the couch awkwardly.

You didn't know what to do. But Jeno's snoring made you snap out of your daze and took a photo.

You: WHOEVER HAS JENO'S PHONE PICK HIM UP LMAO HE DIED

Jen NOOOOO: HAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHA......nah

You: WTF

So that's how for the rest of the night you got stuck with a passed out Jeno and cringing at what he kept saying.

There's no way he was into you? Right?

HELL NAH YOU ARE SO WRONG

December 24th, the next day.

Jeno groans and somehow has the hugest hangover.....and realizes he's not in his house.

He turns his head way too fast to see you coming to him with water, some pills and breakfast.

It's like five seconds and the food is already gone...like sir slow down

Jeno feels much better and it's an awkward silence

"um...I'm gonna head out-" "Um...why did you come here yesterday so out of the blue?"

Cue Jeno blushing and stuttering and trying to figure out what to say.

"I uh.....well my friends and I were playing truth or dare and if we didn't want to answer the question we had to drink some wine. Let's just say I didn't answer any questions and I guess my um...heart led me here?"

Awkward silence.

"Oh...wow um I'm flattered? I mean I just didn't expect it....but I also didn't mind it you know?"

So that's how you both just indirectly confessed to each other.

You two didn't waste time putting the labels of boyfriend and girlfriend. Him grabbing a few clothes from next door because he said he didn't wanna be alone on Christmas Eve and Christmas Day.

"And what better way than to spend it with my lovely girlfriend?"

"Lee Jeno if you don't get me a blanket from upstairs I'm breaking up with you."

So what did he do? HE BROUGHT A BLANKET FROM HIS HOUSE LMAOOOO

Also some of his hoodies because of your late-night call confessions.

You: "I want a boyfriend."

Jeno: "excuse me am I not enough for you?"

You: "Jeno." *laughing* "you know what I mean...like I want a real boyfriend. One that I can cuddle all day with and fully call mine...NOT TO MENTION THE FREE CLOTHES LIKE HELL YEAH I WANT THEM FREE HOODIES FROM THE BOY."

When Jeno throws the hoodie and blanket at you, you're confused because you never owned this type of blanket...UNTIL YOU REALIZED THAT THIS IS HIS BLANKET THAT HE SLEEPS WITH.

Yeah you both literally, just call, text and facetime even though you are just one door away from each other.

But who has time to walk LMAo

Okay we getting off track so like back to the present day

So you put on Jeno's hoodie and damn does it smell good.

He notices that you have sweater paws and he just goes all soft and wants cuddles.

"Oh yeah, what are you watching?" he asks as you press the play button.

"I'm watching Barbie Nutcracker."

 For the rest of Christmas Eve you both cuddle under the blanket while watching Christmas themed movies.

And damn you think this might be the best Christmas ever.

#NCT #lee jeno #christmas prompts request #complete! #haechan #jaemin #nct dream #oneshot

[staytheb]

Hot Chocolate

Pairing: TBZ’s Sunwoo x OC [Linna] Genre: slice of life, slight fluff Word Count: 1,219 Summary: Linna has feelings for Sunwoo, but she's too shy and unsure to confess. Its okay though as her best  friend, Haknyeon, will do it for her and find a way for her to finally confess to Sunwoo without her permission.

Warning: just one swear word.... not sure. lol but nothing i guess.

hmm, not sure why, but i’ve been in a winter mood despite it should be a mood for halloween lol anyways, wanted to write more for TBZ and came u with this as it’s been sitting somewhere for a long while and it finally called to me to get completed. so here it is and hope y’all enjoy it! but oh yeah, the title is inspired by a song by HIROMI where a girl wants to give chocolate to her crush on Valentine’s Day, but gives Hot Chocolate on Christmas instead. it’s something like that as i never really found the translation for the song after all of these years. anyways, happy reading and kthxbai, Admin Lia~

"LINNA!"

Her best friend, Haknyeon, yelled as he ran across the quad and tackle his friend in a playful-like choking manner.

"GODDAMMIT, JU HAKNYEON, I. Can't. Breathe." Linna enunciated as she tried to push and punch the male away from her.

Haknyeon let go with a laugh as Linna got in one more swing at his arm.

"Damn, brat."

"Calm down. You didn't die."

Linna shot him a dark look.

"How did you even know I was here?"

"I have your location."

"I thought I turned it off."

"Wow. Some friend you are."

"That's right."

She grinned at him while doing a gun-like motion at him before continuing in the direction she was headed towards before Haknyeon had called out to her. Haknyeon matched her pace with a secretive smile.

"So..."

"No."

"Oh, c'mon, you didn't even know what I was gonna say."

"You say some pretty stupid stuff, so no."

"Wow, rude."

"Mmhmm."

She then side glanced him while walking still.

"Do you need something because I'm in a hurry to get back home and chill."

"So you're free."

"No. I'm not. I said was gonna go home and chill."

"You're basically free."

Linna ignored him and continued with her walk as Haknyeon frowned and shot his friend a look.

"And here I was gonna tell you that I gave your crush the hot chocolate you made for me this morning."

"You what?"

Linna stopped in her tracks and stared at her best friend who did the same, but had a playful smirk upon his face.

"Say that one more time."

Linna wanted to confirm what Haknyeon had just said was really true.

"I gave your crush your hot chocolate and he loves it."

"Why would you give Kim Sunwoo that? I thought he's addicted to juices."

"I dunno. He just loved the hot chocolate."

"Wait. Why did you even give it to him?"

"Oh, because you chickened out on Valentine's Day on confessing to him and now that it's almost winter break, I decided to do it that way."

"Seriously, Haknyeon?"

"Seriously."

Haknyeon cast her a cheeky grin as Linna rolled her eyes again with a deep sigh.

"Did you tell him that I made it?"

"Not exactly."

"What do you mean by that?"

"I just told him that a very good friend of mine made it and so he wants to meet you."

"Uh, no. Why does he need to meet me anyways?"

Linna didn't bother to wait for an answer as she continued walking. Haknyeon rolled his eyes, but followed his friend anyways.

"He wants to meet you because he wants more hot chocolate."

"Honestly he can buy those at the store to make it himself and if not then can go to a cafe."

"He said that yours tasted the most delicious he's ever had and so he can't have any other ones except yours since he's kinda picky about it."

"That sounds like some bullshit and like a total setup, too."

She regarded her friend a bit suspiciously.

"Eric, Changmin, Hyunjae, or Hyunjoon better not me messing with me." She then glared at him. "Or even you because I'll beat your ass."

"Oh, that's harsh. Would a friend really do you dirty like that?"

"Mmhmm. Says the one that setup Kierra and Sangyeon by signing them up to be in charge of the Haunted House two months ago."

"Hey, at least they're together now. Kierra was never gonna confess and Sangyeon was too shy to do anything."

"True, but she still hates that you tricked her."

"She loves me still."

"Mmhmm. She said that when she gets you alone your dead meat."

She cast him a look before she felt herself being dragged off in another direction.

"Excuse you, but what are you doing?"

Linna questioned as she tried to free her arm from Haknyeon's grip, but he held her tight.

"There's something I wanna do first."

"Then go do it by yourself."

"Nah. Just come with me."

"I know this is just some shit you tryna do, bro."

"It's not even like that."

"Yeah, right. I know you."

Linna tried to break free once again, but it was really of no use. at all Haknyeon's grip was too strong and she knew that it was futile in the first place but wanted to try it, anyways. So focus on freeing herself she hadn't noticed where Haknyeon was leading her to until they arrived at a cafe called The B.

"Honestly, Haknyeon. If you wanted to get something to eat or drink, then you could've just told me that, bro. I would've been down." Linna remarked a bit annoyed as he just cast her a smile while leading them inside.

Assuming they were headed towards the counter Linna prepared herself on what to order, but then they made a detour and Haknyeon led her elsewhere.

"Haknyeon, what ar-"

She didn't get to finish her sentence as she was pulled forward and basically pushed onto a booth seat. Before she could curse her friend, Haknyeon grinned.

"Enjoy your date. You can thank me later."

Haknyeon patted Linna on the head before bumping fists with the other person already sitting on the other side of the table. Linna huff as she turned her gazed to face the person and realized her crush, Sunwoo, was across from her. Sunwoo shot her a sweet smile.

"So you're the one that made the hot chocolate."

Linna wanted to deny it, but it was of no real use to when she was already exposed thanks to Haknyeon.

"Yup. Heard you wanted more."

"I do." He confirmed with a nod. "Should I ask you out on a date first, Linna?"

Linna frowned.

"What for, Sunwoo?"

"Because you like me."

"Yeah, but you don't like me."

"What makes you say that?"

"Don't you already like someone though?" She asked with a tilt of her head and a confused expression on her face.

"I do." He said with a slow grin.

"See."

"But you didn't let me finish."

"Don't say that you like me."

"But I do."

He stared at her genuinely awaiting her response as his grin returned to a sweet smile. Linna stared back with a neutral expression as her guard was still up.

"Seriously?"

"I'm serious." Sunwoo confirmed with a nod and even a patient smile. "Should right now be our first date?"

Linna was about to declined, but thought better of it. If Sunwoo already knew, then why not see how it'll go. It's not like she can run away from all of this when she had classes with him tomorrow and he was friends with her friends.

"Okay. Today's our first date." Linna agreed.

"Alright, Linna. Then when do I get another hot chocolate?"

"Are you dating me or are you dating for the hot chocolate?" Linna inquired with a raised brow.

Sunwoo mirrored her expression, but a smirk graced his lips.

"Both."

Linna grinned playfully.

"Alright, Sunwoo, then you'll have to wait until winter break starts."

"That's like in two weeks."

"I guess we shall see how long we last then, huh?"

"Oh, I plan on making it last for a long while."

Sunwoo shot her a smug smile before motioning with his head towards the cafe's menu above the counter.

"Now, what would you like?"

#staytheb #tbzfics #the boyz scenarios #kim sunwoo

[chokefriends]

Pit-town Strays, Ch.5

Kidlaw softness and redneck shenanigans in a northern mining town. Everything’s fucked but whatever.

Rated T, no warnings. Ch 5: Law explores his escape routes but knows he isn’t going anywhere.

Ch. 1 - Ch. 2 - Ch. 3 - Ch. 4 - [Ch. 5]

Read on Ao3 too, I’m Ossicle

Law was still staring at the same channel when Bellamy and Dellinger returned an hour later. Law heard them rumble up, and muted the sound to signal the all-clear.

“Fish tacos for Bellamy, gross curry for Law,” Dellinger unpacked their takeout onto the coffee table and dug into his own.

“Thanks,” Law muttered, but didn't get up from the armchair.

“Uh,” Bellamy pointed furtively to Law's arm. The wrist was purpling.

“Shit…” Law pulled his sleeve down over it and hooked his thumb through a hole in the hem. “Whatever. Whacked it on a thing.”

Bellamy stayed standing for a minute, scuffing a toe into the carpet. “Dad’s been worried a lot, is all,” he tried eventually.

“Yeah I know,” Law answered in the same tone.

“Y’know, cuz of this one,” Bellamy jabbed his thumb at the smallest of the three and shook his head.

“...”

The blunt face creased irritably at Law's silence, and Bellamy gave up. He sat down with a grunt to tear into his own takeout box.

“Dellinger,” he grouched at the only other target in the room, “Stop tryna reconstruct the squid, just eat it. God, can you not be such a psychopath? You're making everyone upset—”

“Bellamy.” Law cut him off with a warning look. “He's right here, don't say that.”

Dellinger seemed unperturbed, but very little ever seemed to bother him. “Actually, ‘psychopath’ is not even a thing anymore? And I don't fit the criteria according to this online test I took.”

“Psycho,” Bellamy accused.

“Not!”

Law rose with a sigh and went to sit between them on the couch. “What’d you get, Del.”

“Tentacles,” Dellinger showed him his seafood, with all the squid pieces collected in a little squidlike arrangement.

“Huh. Looks better than the frog leg thing, I guess.”

“That was just an experiment. I wasn't gonna eat it,” Dellinger rolled his eyes. “I saw online that the legs move by themselves if you put em in a saltwater solution. I just wanted to try.”

“That's pretty cool,” Law reassured him.

Bellamy scoffed. “That he's killing off all the pondlife around here? Yeah it's great.”

“I’m not even killing em, just snipping off their extra legs! Most of the frogs here have like three legs and four eyes anyway. Or more, closer you get to the Pit. It's the runoff.”

“Huh… Wonder if it'll start morphing humans too,” Law mused.

“Prolly just gives humans cancer.” Dellinger gave it some thought. “You think human legs could move by themselves?”

“Only one way to find out,” Law joked.

Bellamy gave a sudden snort of disgust, picked up his dinner, and disappeared off to his room. The door thunked shut and Nickelback started blaring through it.

Law ignored all this, but Dellinger looked at the closed door in confusion, then went back to stirring his food and fidgeting. They ate in silence for a while.

“I don't wanna make people upset,” the skinny kid spoke up eventually.

Law nodded, still chewing, but didn't respond right away.

Dellinger speared a tentacle and frowned at it. “I don't think it hurts them for real. And it's not like Dad or anyone even cares about frogs. Bellamy thinks it's funny to run them over…”

“I think they're worried about how it'll look to other people,” Law explained.

“Other people are stupid.”

“Yeah,” Law agreed. “Anyway, just stick to animals with extraneous appendages. And don't take any more experiments to school.”

“It’s not like I'm gonna take the legs off people's pets or whatever. Geez. It's just frogs…” Dellinger sighed and got up to go to bed as well. His room was way upstairs on the second floor, where Bellamy and Law used to sleep when they were younger.

“Take your plate,” Law reminded him automatically.

“Why does everybody always tell me what do do… I hate it.” He started to go upstairs.

“Dellinger, take your fucking plate.”

“You take it.”

“You wanna get in trouble with Dad?” Law warned him, “You're not a baby anymore, just clean up your shit.”

“You're supposed to do all that.” Dellinger shot back, hanging off the bannister and pouting.

“I'm supposed to fucking what now?”

“Well, I'm not the one who gets in trouble when stuff's not clean. You're here to take care of us, or you have to go back to the reservation, right?”

Law's eyebrows flew up in disbelief, and then creased in anger. “I'm not fucking ‘on loan’ from wherever; I'm your fucking brother!”

Bellamy shouted from behind his closed door, “Dellinger! Take your plate upstairs or I swear to god your psycho ass is getting shipped to foster care!!”

Dellinger stomped his way upstairs instead, leaving his dinner behind.

Law snorted and sat back with arms crossed. He was going to storm off to his own room too, but he kept looking back at the leftover tentacles sticking up obscenely from the styrofoam container. He made a noise of muffled rage and threw the entire thing in the trash. There. Jesus... Now at least he wouldn't get any bruises that he hadn't fucking earned himself.

His phone buzzed.

Kidd: Where the fuk r the bandaids, u let nami use em all?

Law stared at the screen for a moment, head starting to pound, then fired back:

You: I don't fyckig know where the band-aids are im not your fucking housekeeper and I don't got any control over your shitass kid for CHRIDT SAKE

The phone buzzed again but Law flicked the notification away.

He brought up Baby's number instead and escaped outside into the darkness and silence. She didn't pick up at first and he had to call back a few times, as usual. By the time she picked up, he'd gotten himself hidden away in the passenger side of the Volvo with the seat leaned all the way back.

Baby sounded cogent but irritable. “Geez, you got Buff thinking I got another man,” she complained.

“‘Buff’ is a stupid name.” Law massaged the bridge of his nose.

“Not as stupid as ‘Buffalo,’” she sighed.

“Jesus, his parents actually named him that?”

“Yeah, they hippies.”

Law snorted. “Native hippies?”

“It's a thing.”

Law licked his lips and tried to think of what to say next, but his throat felt tight.

Baby prompted him, “Well, what up, big brother. You want a ride somewhere?”

“That's not the only reason I ever call you.”

“Haha… little bit.”

Law swallowed a surge of guilt. “Sorry. I’ve been kinda stretched thin these days—”

“Yeah I know. Big man, you. Important stuff to do.”

“I wanna see you more, though. You ever think about that thing we were talking about before? Getting mom and dad's old place back? Where we all lived before they got sick…”

Baby took a moment to answer. “Heh… I see it sometimes, when I'm driving around here.”

Law smiled. “Yeah? So how's rez life treating ya.”

“It's chill. I dunno, small. It's weird sometimes, even jus trying to like, hang with people. You know? They think I'm after something, I guess…”

“Probably just takes time.” Law reassured her. “Probably once we're both living there again and people get used to us—”

She interrupted, “Law, you don't actually think you'll end up here, right?”

“Why not?”

Baby always did that little huff thing when she had something to say. She did it twice and then put on her stern voice. “Like, what would you even do on the rez. There's no sushi, no fancy little coffee shops, and the first time you get too smart you'll get your perfect teeth all knocked down.”

“‘Knocked out,’” he corrected under his breath. “And what, you think I can't handle myself?”

“You don't wanna be here, is what I'm saying. You're too used to that whole life.”

“What whole life.”

“You know what I mean,” Baby sniffed. “Suburbia. Sunday brunch. Sunscreen…”

“That stuff’s not…! I’m not… You think I wanted to get adopted white??” Law challenged.

“Least you got adopted.”

Law had had enough. “Well, it's been a super load off my chest talking to ya, baby sister.”

“Don't get sarcastic with me,” she snapped.

“Give Buffy my bestest,” he continued.

“It’s ‘Buffalo.’”

He scoffed. “Sure. Also, he's our first cousin on mom's side.”

“He's wh—?!!”

Law hung up with a petty little burst of triumph. The feeling didn't last long, though.

“Shit…”  

He sat there kicking at the glove box and letting his anger ebb away into shame. There was a black marker in the center console, and he took up his little dot-decorations again, this time on the sleeve of his hoodie. He circled and filled in wandering patches until his foggy head had cleared and he could look at his phone again.

I do wanna see you more, he texted to Baby, who didn't reply.

Law sighed and moved on to the results of the outburst just before that one. He clicked back into the convo with Kidd, expecting harsh words.

That bad eh, Kidd had replied simply to Law's rant.

Law snorted. He tapped the phone icon and waited.

“G’day,” came the wry answer.

“The fuck you need band-aids for now?” Law questioned him.

Kidd put on a tragic tone. “I got a boo-boo, man. I need that animal sticker magic.”

“Oh? What'd you do.”

“Punched a goose.”

Law laughed out loud, unexpectedly. “You fucking did not,” he put his feet up on the dash and tried not to sound like he was smiling.

“Yeah… well, it was beating up on this one poor dog chained up in a yard. Only dog on a leash in the whole place, seriously.”

“Your yard has a dog post in it too, right? Where'd that one go?” Law remembered the lonely post with the deep path tread around it.

“Oh… yeah, dad took her with him when he left last year—this German shepherd he got us as a present because he was always gone. She was supposed to keep us out of trouble, I guess, but she kept taking off and like, trying to herd coyotes or whatever, haha… He eventually chained her up in the yard and she just wore that circle into the ground every day.”

“That's so shitty,” Law shook his head.

“Yeah. I hope he took her somewhere she can run… anyway, whatever.” Kidd coughed, seeming to not wanna talk about it further.

“Yeah. Uh… So you defeated the goose, eh.”

“Hah! Not even—I had to get back on the bike and run for it! At least I drew it away from the dog.”

Law let himself laugh. “Yeah, aw, you saved it!”

Kidd laughed too. “I should've just let it off the leash. It probably would've fucked that goose up itself.”

“Well, I'll bring you animal band-aids next time I come.”

“Thanks. Uh.” Kidd paused. “So you're gonna come back?”

Law's lightened mood abruptly darkened again. He examined the purple patterns trailing from sleeve to skin—vivid and unbearably obvious. “Yeah, uh. Maybe not tomorrow, though...”

“No?”

“I got school stuff.”

“Oh, yeah. Day after?”

“Maybe the day after that…” Law evaded. He tried coloring in the dark blotches with marker, casting around for a topic to get away from this one. But Kidd seemed to read his silence anyway.

“Hey uh. You know you can just stay here? Whenever? However long,” Kidd offered.

“Uh.”

“And I don't mean as like, a live-in nanny thing either. You don't have to do anything. I don't think of you as a housekeeper.”

Law wanted to cringe away under the seat. “Nono, I don't actually think you think that! I was just lashing out about other stuff.”

“All the cleaning is kinda weird, tee-bee-aych.”

“I know. It's compulsive.”

“But you could just… stay,” Kidd emphasized again, like all this was simple.

Law stared off into the darkness beyond the windshield. He could imagine what it'd be like, sleeping with his head on a strong shoulder, breathing warmth, in a tiny house like a shoebox-nest full of other scuffed-up odds and ends. It sounded worlds better than fucking sunday brunch and sportscars…

“I don't think I can right now.”

“No, eh.”

“Anyway, I gotta get to sleep,” Law mumbled apologetically. “School tomorrow.”

“Yeah.” Kidd switched back to whatever-mode.

“I'll text you, eh? When I'm thinking of coming over.”

“Yeah, sounds good, you got my number.”

“Yeah.”

Law hung up and sat there, chewing his lip and breathing the stuffy air of the Volvo. He could just drive to Kidd's right now. Just go. But then what, wear gloves? Invent some goose story of his own? No… he couldn't leave like this, at least not yet.

But he couldn't make himself go out of the car and back to the house either.

He let his mind wander through its worries and his hands perform their restless tasks, until his phone died and the marker ran out. Then he curled up in the passenger seat to sleep.

#KidLaw #kidlaw fic #one piece modern au #trafalgar law #eustass kid #pit-town strays #okay thats it for now im gonna go write a real actual thing

[sept-dix]

the post-it confession

summary: looks like you have a secret admirer ~~~~ a/n: requested

there is such a thing as the post-it confession

it’s a tradition that has been kept alive in your high school for the longest time

even your mom who went to the same high school like decades ago got confessed to by her first boyfriend through this post-it confession thing

the whole thing is just when someone confesses to someone they like by leaving anonymous post-it notes for them to find throughout the day

by tradition, the first post-it note is always found on the person’s locker first thing in the morning, and the last post-it should lead them to meet the person who’s confessing to them irl at the end of the day

you’ve spent several painstaking days listening to and assisting your friends who had decided to confess to their crushes through this

and the whole day they would be agonizing over what to write on each post-it and whether the person had seen the post-it and whether they would be able to correctly find them at the end of the day and what they should do once they do actually meet and on and on and on

you get the idea

and although all of that effort and thought it required made you lazy to do it for someone yourself tbh you kinda wanted to do it

esp after seeing some of your friends’ success stories with their own crushes like the whole idea and everything is just so adorable :(

but the problem is you can’t actually find a guy to confess to LOL...

you don’t have anyone you like so how can you do it

so you just admit defeat and decide to forget about it

but one day!

one day, a normal day, you walk into school and you’re so sleepy that you’re basically walking with your eyes closed

and you reach out a hand blindly to turn the lock on your locker so that you can open it and get your stuff

when you realise that there’s a ! post-it covering the lock

and at first the morning haze over your mind is so heavy that you don’t understand what’s happening

but when you finally focus on the piece of paper you see that it’s a pink post-it, on which it’s written:

“i’m taking responsibility for your morning today, drink up”

and you’re like ????wat

so you look around you to see if you could find the person who left this super vague message for you

but there’s no one around that seems suspicious so you just open your locker instead

only to find the usual cup of coffee you buy every morning before first period already inside

and you have sO many questions about this whole thing already because

1) how the heck did this person get the coffee inside your locker

2) how do they even know about this habit of yours does that mean they’ve been wATCHING you?

3) does this mean that this person,,..,,,, likes you?

you take one final look around you but you still don’t spot anyone suspicious so you just head to first period with the coffee

needless to say your friends are all superduper excited

maybe even more excited than you lmao

they’re all listing out possible candidates throughout first period (completely ignoring the poor teacher lol)

“maybe it’s that sophomore guanlin? his eyes get all big and shiny when y/n’s around”

“could be, but he wouldn’t have written the note like that”

“u right. maybe it’s kang daniel? he’s like best friends or smth with y/n’s brother right it could be one of those cute bro’s younger sis crush type of thingies”

“wow that’s an exciting thought but how could he have known about the morning coffee? he’s always playing basketball in the mornings”

“oh yeah that’s true. who usually hangs around the coffee vending machine in the morning....,,,, oH wait is it woojin??? he’s so close to y/n that would be so cute!!!!!”

on and on the conversation goes without you ever having a chance to pipe in with your own opinion

your friends’ excitement is rlly cute and it makes you even more curious about who the person is but truth be told you have absolutely no idea about who it could be

so you just slip the post-it into your pencil case and head to your next classroom for french once the bell rings

and once you enter the classroom and get to your seat you find the next post-it on your table!!!

“J’aimerais mieux te connaître.”

meaning “I’d like to get to know you better”

who is this person??? he’s been so straightforward and ,,well,, not very cutesy or anything

just as you’re going through the people in your french class to see if it could be anyone from there since the note is in french after all your table partner woojin comes in and takes his seat beside you

“hey what’s that? you got a post-it???”

“yeah lol i have absolutely no idea who it’s from though”

“oh i see, that’s good that’s great”

“what”

“i mean, yeah i have no idea who it is either i mean how would i know”

why’s he being so weird

wait a minute

“WOOJIN don’t tell me it’s you????”

“WHAT NO OF COURSE NOT”

....

“wait what’s so wrong if it was me?? are u tryna say i’m undesirable?”

“just shut up and come here and tell me if you know this handwriting”

woojin then insists that he has no clue about who the person confessing you could be and he gets super defensive about it so that’s just a little suspicious but you just give up trying to find out anything from him

when it’s finally lunchtime and you can meet your friends again, they once more freak out over the new note

“he wrote it in frenCH???? that’s the language of love!!!”

anyways you guys get your food and it’s when you head to your usual table that you find your third post-it

“if you want to know who i am, here’s a hint”

that’s all it says

so where exactly is the hint???? how can he just say here’s a hint and not follow up with the actual hint?

you and your friends practically have deerstalkers on as you guys try to understand what the hint is

“are you like supposed to look around you once you’ve read so that you’d catch a glimpse of the actual him?”

“well then it’s too late now isn’t it because it’s been nearly 15 mins since she’s read the note”

“oH i got it!!! i think the hint is like here it is as in here it is! it’s the location”

“ok but what does the cafeteria have to do with anything?? y/n have you had any cafeteria romances that you’re not telling us about”

“um,,, no...”

at some point one of your friend does accidentally mention the real hint, which is the post-it itself

it’s pink!!!! but none of you guys focus on that because well, you don’t know that’s the hint

so the third post-it note was sort of a failure on your admirer’s behalf but it’s kind of interesting

throughout the day you’ve been asking everyone around you in classes whether they recognize the handwriting on your post-its

and so of course you also ask park jihoon, who’s your lab partner for biology

“hey jihoon come here and tell me if you’ve seen this handwriting anywhere else before”

“oh! uh,,, no......”

he looks a little fidgety and anxious and you’re all “why are you so nervous? you knOW DONT U??”

and he insists that he has no idea whatsoever so you just give up again

it’s at the end of the lab when you get up to go and return yours and jihoon’s lab apparatus to their places and you came back that you see your fourth and final post-it on your side of the lab table

“meet me near the basketball court at 4″

who could have possibly left this here without you noticing when you’ve literally been in the same room?

you would’ve asked jihoon but he had already left the lab

so you’re like ok i guess i’ll just have to wait til 4

you have to admit you’re kinda nervous i mean you might be meeting the love of your life in 2 hours???

or you might meet someone whose totally in love with you but you aren’t interested in them at all so then you’d have to painfully turn them down??

or this could all have been an elaborate joke and the person who shows up at 4 could just come up to you and call you a fool for believing it? that would be really mean but it’s a possibility

regardless of what happens it’s a little nerve-wracking

so needless to say, you’re on the edge of your seat for the next two hours

and when the bell rings to indicate that 4 o’clock is here

you feel a little lightheaded

so you get all your stuff and hurry your way to the court, clutching the four post-it notes in one hand

and when you get to the basketball court you see that there’s a guy standing at the middle of it, facing away from you

you can’t really tell who it is from where you are but he kinda looks like he’s talking to himself 

so you make sure your hair and clothes are all okay and you carefully start walking towards him

and just as you reach him he turns around and oh-

it’s jihoon

wait, it’s JIHOON???

“i’m sorry, it’s just that my post-it person asked me to meet here now and i think maybe he’s late or something because i don’t see anyone else here so i think i’ll just go-” you are rambling because you can’t believe that it’s jihoon and you turn around to go when he suddenly steps forward and grabs your hand

“it’s me”

“huh?”

“your post-it person. it’s me”

“oh”

he looks down at the floor for second before looking back up at you

“y/n, i guess you already know what i’m about to say because that was the point of the whole post-it thing but i want to say it anyway. i really like you”

!!!!! it’s really happening!!

you just look at him in surprise

“and i’ve liked your for a while now”

more silence

“and i know you don’t like me back yet”

“well that’s not really tru-”

“i know it is. but if you let me bring you out, i promise i could get you to like me too”

wow

you don’t know what to say

you just look at him and his ridiculously pretty eyes and after a second you find yourself nodding

“but what if that doesn’t work?” you ask him, half-teasing half-serious

but he doesn’t answer you right away, he just looks at you with a knowing expression for a few seconds before winking at you

and your heart does something a little funny and you’re kinda taken aback

and you somehow know that he’ll be able to keep his promise just fine

thank you for reading!!! tell me what you think or you can send in a request for something else

#wanna one #wanna one scenarios #wanna one imagines #park jihoon #park jihoon scenarios #park jihoon imagines #produce 101 #produce 101 season 2 #produce 101 imagines #p101 s2

[cleocazo]

pls signal boost ! i’m seeing this rp getting recced as the next best place to be, but this is only the TIP of the problem iceberg !

so uhHhHHhhhhHHh hey everyone ! karma got its kiss for me ! we here tonight to present y’all with a kinda callout post for @cityofepcothq​ - which has committed more crimes this night than being an obvious downgrade from my rp @wdacademyrp​ !! there really isnt all that much for part one but uh - lets begin !!

let me start by saying- i rly do not give TWO shits abt these people - past problematic members of MY rp who had to leave MONTHS ago - making their own inspired version of it. whatever, man. i sure did NOT invent next gen disney roleplays. they can do whatever they want with their concept stolen rp ( and admin gifs, but who’s counting sins here ), but i’ve got one ( 1 ) problem that needs addressing - and since they’ve yet to answer my im’s and i don’t think they will, we going public w this bitch !

whom the FUCK do y’all think you are for page sourcing a whole FCKING page from MY rp !!! 

THE ISSUE: PAGE SOURCE CODE STEALING :

so. after seeing kat’s FINE ASS work on patientshq.tumblr.com with this theme - you can see her page here, and how she edited what were links to be those goRGEOUS pop ups - i decided .. ya know what ? that’s a concept i would like to get in on. i was a MEMBER of patientshq ! i know for a #fact i wasn’t the only person interested in doing the same thing and i hope to FUCK i asked for direct permission from kat back then, but . long story short . i woulda NEVER page sourced directly from her work, even if i wanted to try and achieve the same look. 

instead, i spent YONKS tryna make a popup of my own. and then i gave up, bc i don’t do well w html, and i brought in a friend who is a html wizard and spent even MORE time on it - and realized the code i was using in the first place was shit, coded a whole thing from SCRATCH, for me and my rp, and left me instructions on how to do it. she even included a strip of black in the code itself so that the title on the left would have something to rest against, bc with my chosen background image, it was difficult to see. 

u heard it here FIRST, my dudes. wda’s map page was a concept borrowed from patientshq - but the code we used was coded for us, by a friend, included the color strip down the side, and was NOT posted anywhere for any kinda public use. we weren’t reposting that shit. we ain’t THIEVES tryna cash in on other ppls ideas. we were just ppl who wanted to try and do something cool bc it is cool. and here u go !click here to see our page, live ! and here’s some screenshots ! 

keep what i said in mind about our edited code never being reposted or out for public use, and know that we were NEVER asked for it, or asked could they use any parts of it when they made their rp’s map page - which you can view live ( for now ) by clicking this sentence !

wow : ) that strip of color sure looks : ) familiar : ) so does that sidebar : ) which i had to edit the settings of to make it look right : ) haha : ) i wonder : ) what : ) their : ) popups : ) are : )

how abt we .. put them side By side ..

wow that .. rly doesnt make it look any better .. does it ?? haha 

if u click around on both our map pages, you’ll notice real quick on ours there’s a flaw - when you click a popup and then click the ‘x’ to close it, you can’t click another popup first try - you have to scroll away and come back to it. idk if its on every browser ! but it is on mine ! 

if u needed any more confirmation they certainly didn’t make this code themselves and we didn’t give it to them, then all you have to do is click around on theirs. there’s the same flaw. 

i asked ‘em to take it down - that’s still all tf i want and if they stop ignoring me and shia labeouf vc do it - we won’t have another problem ! but if they dont .. we got another callout coming ur way, fam, and this one includes even MORE thievery from walmart wda ! 

#rpt #rpc #rph #disney rp #w/e #we know we're the best we didn't need the imitation flattery tho xxx

[thesharkshack]

               The Positive and Negative                                                      

MY MUSE IS:   canon / oc / au / canon-divergent / fandomless / complicated. [and since fandomless is an option but this continues to talk about fandom I guess I’ll assume fandom to mean.... the tumblr rpc?? his own canon?]

IS YOUR CHARACTER POPULAR IN THE FANDOM?   YES / NO / MAYBE [tibby’s got 13 followers rn and two of them are me]

IS YOUR CHARACTER CONSIDERED HOT™ IN THE FANDOM?   YES / NO / IDK.

IS YOUR CHARACTER CONSIDERED STRONG IN THE FANDOM?   YES / NO / IDK.

ARE THEY UNDERRATED?   YES / NO / IDK.

WERE THEY RELEVANT FOR THE MAIN STORY?   YES / NO [he’s... the main character of his own story... though he actually split off from a bigger story where he was a side character that wasn’t very relevant?]

WERE THEY RELEVANT FOR THE MAIN CHARACTER?   YES / NO / THEY’RE A PROTAG [see previous question, either he’s a protag or no he wasn’t relevant]

ARE THEY WIDELY KNOWN IN THEIR WORLD?   YES / NO. [not anymore :) ]

HOW’S THEIR REPUTATION?   GOOD / BAD / NEUTRAL

HOW STRICTLY DO YOU FOLLOW CANON?  I make,,,, my own canon,,,,

SELL YOUR MUSE! Aka: try to list everything, which makes your muse interesting in your opinion to make them spicy for your mutuals.   —  I swear he’s not as bad as he seems!!! sure he’s grouchy, but deep down (like pretty much all of my characters,,,,) he means well and is actually kind of a softie but he’s got a loot of bottled up pain he’s been holding onto for literally like 1000 years. the selling point I usually give which I guess is the thing I like about characters or rping my characters in particular is that he’s got a very deep and nuanced psychological profile. he’s like a puzzle waiting to be solved. I’ve got what I think is a pretty satisfying character arc for him, but it won’t be possible without the power of friendship. he’s definitely got an inhuman nature to him, but I think he has the real potential to be a good companion once you get past his walls.

Now the OPPOSITE, list everything why your muse could not be so interesting (even if you may not agree, what does the fandom perhaps think?).   —   god he’s so rude. he is NOT here to make friends even though he kind of really would super like to make friends. he uses a lot of short, choppy sentences and sometimes getting a conversation out of him is like pulling teeth (it’s a good thing he’s a shark so he’s got plenty of teeth to pull). I truly applaud any muse who has the patience to try to talk to him. not to mention he can’t leave his lake. yet. I know that kind of limits things.

WHAT INSPIRED YOU TO RP YOUR MUSE?   —  I have had this boy for many years and IDK! I just think he’s neat!! I like fish and I like pain (and gradual catharsis) and this boy is a fish with plenty of pain! eventually I was just thinking about him a lot and wanted to do something with him so I made a blog.

WHAT KEEPS YOUR INSPIRATION GOING?   —   I DON’T know. I’m tryna keep on truckin... my moods for my muses just shift back and forth. I like them and I want other people to like them.

Some more personal questions for the mun.

Give your mutuals some insight about the way you are in some matters, which could lead them to get more comfortable with you or perhaps not.

DO YOU THINK YOU GIVE YOUR CHARACTER JUSTICE?   YES / NO / I SINCERELY HOPE I DO

DO YOU FREQUENTLY WRITE HEADCANONS?   YES / NO / SORT OF

DO YOU SOMETIMES WRITE DRABBLES?   YES / NO - I come up with a lot of ideas but don’t generally write them out.

DO YOU THINK A LOT ABOUT YOUR MUSE DURING THE DAY?   YES / NO [I mean I think about my muses during the day but which muse it is varies]

ARE YOU CONFIDENT IN YOUR PORTRAYAL?   YES / NO / SORT OF

ARE YOU CONFIDENT IN YOUR WRITING?   YES / NO / A BIT

ARE YOU A SENSITIVE PERSON?   YES / NO / SORT OF [kind of depends on what you mean]

DO YOU ACCEPT CRITICISM WELL ABOUT YOUR PORTRAYAL?   —   definitely depends? like, do you have tips on writing? uhh psychology?? I’m not sure how many things there are here to legitimately critique. be cool about it but also I do like to learn

DO YOU LIKE QUESTIONS, WHICH HELP YOU TO EXPLORE YOUR CHARACTER?   — yes! I might not have a good answer for everything but generally yeah

IF SOMEONE DISAGREES TO A HEADCANON OF YOURS, DO YOU WANT TO KNOW WHY? — again this is a canon character but I can also kind of understand building an idea of a character you hear about in your head... but yes I want to know why, that stuff fascinates me

IF SOMEONE DISAGREES WITH YOUR PORTRAYAL, HOW WOULD YOU TAKE IT?   — this is literally my oc. but even with my canon characters? I mean... I consciously know that they’re not the same as canon. I take their essence and have fun with it. tbh I sometimes wish I could convert all my characters to ocs but... that’s a topic for another time I think

IF SOMEONE REALLY HATES YOUR CHARACTER, HOW DO YOU TAKE IT? — I haven’t particularly heard of anyone really hating my characters but uh. I’d like to know why. but overall my characters have real flaws and traits that not everybody or their muse is going to jive with and that’s chill. I mean if someone takes it personally to hate my character... I’d be open for discussion if someone thought there was something genuinely harmful?

ARE YOU OKAY WITH PEOPLE POINTING OUT YOUR GRAMMATICAL ERRORS?   tibby doesn’t do words good and a lot of the time I don’t care enough for proper grammar. if it’s in a f2f or other narrative post then maybe, but plz be nice.

DO YOU THINK YOU ARE EASY GOING AS A MUN? —  yes! and also no! am I chill to talk to? I think so. are u busy? cool with me. your muse is mean to mine? nice. but also, do I overthink timelines and universe rules and how specifically powers work? yeah. am I nervous as a caffeinated deer when looking for people to follow? yeah. idk I’m a chill personality with anxiety who has difficulty with ambiguity.

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Tagging : yes!

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Finding You Chapter 2: building

Fandom: Hibike! Euphonium/Sound! Euphonium Pairings:  Kumiko/Reina; Natsuki/Yuuko; implied Asuka/Kaori/Haruka; Nozomi/Mizore; Hazuki/Shuuichi Summary:  Two years have passed since Reina left after their second-year. Two years have passed and Kumiko is now a freshman in college. Two years have passed and she receives a letter from Reina. Two years have passed but something Kumiko thought she lost is making its way to her. Words: 4,760 Previous Chapters: 1 | Links: FF is here! AO3 is here!

i rec reading on AO3 b/c it’s much easier to read it on there. oh, and see if you can spot the two references i made in this chapter

The next letter from Reina came a week after Kumiko delivered hers.

Kumiko,

  You wrote a lot more than I expected. I’m quite glad you did, honestly; it reminds me of the times you would run off on tangents on our monthly hikes. I’m pleased to hear that everyone we know from band are doing well.

  That, obviously, includes you too.

  What degree are you working towards? I initially planned on majoring in instrumental performance and making a living off of that, but I heard that Taki-sensei received an offer to play in a prestigious orchestra that’s based in Tokyo. Although he won’t be leaving until a few more years, I’ve decided to become the next band director for Kitauji. It’s one of the reasons I’m back in Uji.

  Speaking of Kitauji, I dropped by the other day. It looks just as I remembered it, but something is inherently different about it. I honestly can’t describe it, but when I walked around, it felt so surreal. It didn't feel real. I thought that if I looked away, if I even blinked, it would have faded like a mirage.

  Maybe it’s the homesickness talking, but I really missed Kitauji. Sometimes I wonder what my senior year might have been if I didn't leave.

  Maybe if I stayed, I wouldn't feel this way towards it.

  On a much lighter note, it seems that the company that creates those strange instrument creatures (you know, the ones that Kawashima-san loved—or is it loves? I would think that she would have grown out it, but she never fails to surprise me, if I’m being honest) sponsors the band, now. I think Taki-sensei has mixed feelings about it.

  Write soon,

  Reina

  Kumiko reread the letter, taking in every syllable.

  Reina’s words were so raw, so honest, it took Kumiko aback. She thought she would have needed to peel back layers of protection covering Reina’s feelings again, the same way she did during their first two years of high school.

  It seems that wasn’t the case. Or, at least, to Reina it wasn’t.

  Well, of course Reina would have it easy, Logic began as Kumiko reached out for her lukewarm mug of coffee. She was the one who left, after all.

  Kumiko had a hard time forcing the coffee down her throat.

  She downed the rest of her drink, and rose from her seat, leaving the letter on the table. After a quick shower, she decided, she would begin working on her reply.

  Hopefully.

  -X-

  Call Transcript

  Hazuki Katou → Kumiko Oumae

  1:35 PM

  HK: Ku—mi—ko—chan!

  KO: Hazuki-chan! It’s been a while.

  HK: [laughs] Right? It’s hard to believe that summer’s already here! Next thing you know, it’s going to be the holidays, then spring comes, and it’s a whole new school year! Then we’re going to be second-years in college? Funny how time flies, you know?

  KO: [chuckles] Yeah, yeah, I get it. What’s new with you?

  HK: Nothin’ much, really. Just tryna get through school. [laughs] Sometimes, it feels like I never graduated from high school. I’m still in the same place, still seeing some of the same faces, still hating studying. It’s hard to believe that’s been already a year since we left from Kitauji.

  KO: [chuckles] Some things never change.

  HK: I guess. [chuckles] What’s new with you? I haven’t seen you in ages.

  KO: Nothing really. I mean, school ended for me too. Now I’m just…whittling the hours away by myself.

  HK: Eeeeh? Really? By yourself?

  KO: Well, yeah, by myself.

  HK: Thought you would have gotten another girlfriend or somethin’ by now.

  KO: [laughs nervously] No, no, not…yet.

  HK: That's a shame. You’re real pretty, Kumiko-chan. Bet you could get any gal you set your mind to.

  KO: A-ah, I guess. [nervous laughter] Thanks?

  HK: You can probably find someone at the Agata Festival!

  KO: It’s already that time of year?

  HK: Mhm! I think it’s…in several weeks, or something. But the town’s already making preparations for it. I think they’re really upping their game this year.

  KO: I don’t see why. [chuckles] The Festival’s the same every year.

  HK: How would you know? You haven’t been home in ages! [laughs] Say, you should come over! Stay over at your folks’ house, reconnect with people. You know, so that you’re not a hermit for the rest of vacation.

  KO: Maybe I will.

  HK: You should! Midori-chan’s coming over, too!

  KO: No way, is she really?

  HK: Yeah!

  KO: All the way from London? Damn.

  HK: Oh, oh! And guess who I saw recently!

  KO: Uh…Shuuichi?

  HK: [incomprehensible stuttering]

  KO: I’m…I’m sorry, what?

  HK: K-Kumiko-chan! Ho-how’d you find out?

  KO: …Find out what?

  HK: Oh. O-oh….

  KO: Is there…something I’m not getting here?

  HK: Oh…I—[laughs nervously]—I thought you knew.

  KO: Knew what?

  HK: Well…er…Tsukamoto-kun and I are together.

  KO: [sputters and coughs] I-I’m s-sorry—[coughing fit]

  HK: [worried] A-are you okay, Kumiko-chan…?

  KO: Y-yeah, I’m just—[clears throat] taken aback, is all. How long have you guys been…together?

  HK: Not long. I think this is our…fourth month?

  KO: [hums] You never stopped likin’ him, huh?

  HK: [titters] Y-yeah, guess not. You—er—don’t mind, do you?

  KO: O’course not. Why would I?

  HK: A-ah—mm—no reason….

  KO: [sighs] Hazuki-chan, you know I never liked him that way. You don’t have to worry about me being upset. Just ‘cause he’s my childhood friend doesn’t mean we were anything more than that. Don’t worry, okay? ‘Sides, you two make a good couple. I’m happy for the both of you. [laughs] Although, I am surprised that he managed to get someone as pretty as you.

  HK: Thanks, Kumiko-chan. [laughs quietly] But that wasn’t what I was going to tell you.

  KO: What is it, then?

  HK: I saw Reina-chan!

  KO: O-oh?

  HK: Mhm! It seems she’s back from studying abroad. She was taking a walk around the river. I wanted to go up to her and say hi, but Tsukamoto-kun and I were on a date. She looks…the same, but different at the same time. I mean, yeah, she cut her hair, but there’s something more to it that I can’t really describe it. If you saw her I think you would understand what I mean.

  KO: That so?

  HK: Mhm. Mm…Kumiko-chan?

  KO: Yeah?

  HK: Mind if I ask you a question?

  KO: What is it?

  HK: Do you two…still talk? Like, I know the both of you had a falling out back in high school when she left, but I was wondering if…you know—a-ah, you don’t have to answer if you don’t want to! I just wanted to make sure that I wasn’t, you know, opening up old wounds.

  KO: No, it’s fine. [chuckles] We’re talking to each other. Kind of.

  HK: Really? No way!

  KO: Kind of is the key phrase here. She sent a letter a week ago, and we have this correspondence going on between us. Sort of.

  HK: Ooh, letters! How romantic!

  KO: [stammering] I-I g-guess? [chuckles nervously]

  HK: Never thought Reina-chan would be that kind of person. You know, because it’s so convenient to just call or send a text.

  KO: Yeah, I get it. But, then again, she was always one for the unconventional.

  HK: [laughs] Sounds just like her.

  [The sound of a door opening is heard, followed by muffled speech is heard in the background]

  HK: Ah? Already? Okay. [whispers] Talk to you later, Kumiko-chan. I better see you at the Festival!

  KO: [laughs] Sure, sure. See you, then.

  Call End

  2:03 PM

  Kumiko locked her phone and set it aside.

  Seems like everyone’s finding love, hm? a part of her pointed out as she reached for a pen. Maybe she found someone new, too.

  Kumiko’s hand froze in mid-air.

  Slowly, she set her hand down and stared at the blank stationary in front of her. Kumiko would be lying if she said that the thought of Reina having another person in her life didn’t bother her.

  Wait, Logic chimed in, if, hypothetically, Reina did—and I’m not saying she does—but if she did, wouldn't have she mentioned it by now? She was never one to beat around the bush.

  She didn’t mention the day she was leaving.

  But look! Optimism added her voice as Kumiko took a quick glance at Reina’s recent letter. Look how she wrote those words. Look at that tone. You took Literature, didn’t you? How in the hell could she have someone when she wrote like tha—

 “Ah, shut up!” Kumiko cried out, silencing her thoughts. She slumped in her seat, her forehead hitting the desk with a faint thunk.

 “Why is it so hard to write?” She sighed and turned her head, her cheek resting on the cool parchment.

  The sight of a familiar potted cactus greeted her.

  Kumiko felt a small smile curl her lips. “At least you never left my side,” she muttered.

  The cactus said nothing.

 “It’s dumb,” Kumiko continued, “that I can’t be honest with Reina anymore. I mean it’s not dumb—it’s understandable, isn’t it, since she left and all?—but I hate how I can’t just go back to what we had. I mean, look”—she sat up and gestured to Reina’s letter—”at how she can just open up like nothing happened between us. Why can’t I do that? Why am I so s-scared?”

  Kumiko hated hearing her voice crack.

  Maybe you should talk to someone, Something suggested.

  The thought was sudden, but Kumiko didn’t dare argue, not when the familiar sting of tears was prickling the back of her eyes. She cleared her throat, and reached out for her phone. She ignored how her heart was pushing against its stitches, threatening to break them.

  With a quick input of her password, Kumiko sent out a text.

  2:09 PM

  kumiko: natsuki-senpai?

  natsuki: Whats up kid

  kumiko: i

uh

can i

talk to u about smth?

  natsuki: Sure

But i think i remembered telling u to call me

Not txt

  kumiko: you dont mind, do you?

  natsuki: Ofc not

I was just playin w/ u lol

  kumiko: oh okay

  natsuki: So what do u need

  kumiko: ah well

it’s just

uh

tbh idk how to start lol

  natsuki: Just start w/ the problem

  kumiko: well reina’s been sending me letters

okay it’s only been two but still

it’s been really hard to reply to her

  natsuki: Y

  kumiko: honestly it’s b/c im scared

  natsuki: Of what

  kumiko: opening up to her again

she’s talking to me like nothing’s happened

like she didn't leave

and i cant bring myself to do the same thing

  natsuki: So ur scared of talking to her

Is what ur tellin me

  kumiko: basically yeah

  natsuki: U no

If ur not comfortable w/ talking to her the same way u used 2

U dont have to force urself

Forcing urself to be comfortable will make u uncomfortable

But it seems u already no that lol

Take things slow and soon ull be talking to her like u used too

I no itll b hard

But being able 2 be at ease w/ the other person is important in any relationship

And thatll come eventually if u let it

  kumiko: it looks like you’ve had a lot of experience w/  this lol

  natsuki: Dont tell yuuko but

One of the reasons i acted like an asshole 2 her back in the day was b/c i didnt no how to talk to her

And b/c i thought she was annoying as shit

I always thought she was cute but

¯\_(ツ)_/¯

  kumiko: those are very natsuki-like reasons lol

  natsuki: U cant deny that yuuko is an acquired taste

  kumiko: okay i guess you're right lol

  natsuki: Can i ask u smth now

  kumiko: yeah what is it?

  natsuki: U said u were gay rite

  kumiko: yeah

  natsuki: Were u and reina an item or smth

  kumiko: yeah

we kept it under the covers-ish

only a handful of people knew, like asuka-senpai and midori-chan and hazuki-chan

i dont think any of her family knew

but we were somewhat open w/ affection like holding hands and stuff

you know?

  natsuki: Yeah i no lol

I kinda called it tbh

But it wasnt my business and idc who ppl date anyways

As long as ure happy and safe

  kumiko: mhm

  natsuki: She must have meant a lot to u huh

  kumiko: …

yeah..

it sucks that things went the way they did…

  natsuki: Yeah

It rly hurt u a lot huh

When she left

  kumiko: was it noticeable?

  natsuki: Kinda

U always had this zoned look on ur face when no1 was talkin to u

And u were quieter

  kumiko: you're surprisingly observant

is it your vice-president intuition kicking in lol

  natsuki: Lmao i guess

U pick up things after a while

  kumiko: yeah i get it

  natsuki: Plus i think i got it from u lol

  kumiko: yeah?

  natsuki: Yeah

U have this weird ability to read ppl sometimes

  kumiko: wish i could read what reina was thinking back then

or when she writes to me now

so that i know why she left in the first place

  natsuki: Ull figure it out

Maybe itll be clear sooner or l8r

Ask when ure ready

  kumiko: yeah maybe

thanks natsuki-senpai

for letting me talk to you

i would have gone to asuka-senpai but she gets a little too blunt sometimes lol

and as much as i love her she’s useless when it comes to these kinds of things

  natsuki: Anytime kid

Oh btw this is offtopic but

R u going to the Agata Festival

  kumiko: i was thinking about it

are you?

  natsuki: Yeah

Yuuko’s been begging me to take her

I think its so that she can see kaori again lol

  kumiko: or maybe she just wants to spend time w/ you

you know

since you’re her girlfriend

 natsuki: ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Who knows

Anyways were planning on leaving in two weeks

So we could have a week to chill before the actual festival

U wanna come

  kumiko: sure

  natsuki: Cool

Ill txt u more deets l8r

  kumiko: sounds good to me

i’ll ttyl then

better start on this letter lol

  natsuki: Got u

Ttyl

  Kumiko locked her phone, and reclined in her seat. She stared at the ceiling, noticing how, despite the summer heat around her, her chest felt considerably lighter. Like someone came and took a weight she never knew she was carrying.

  Just build up to her, Something whispered. You can do that, right?

  Kumiko sat up and reached for her pen again. Once the tip touched the paper, words began to form on the page. Words turned into sentences, which took shape into paragraphs, and before Kumiko knew it, she had to reach for another piece of stationary.

  Reina,

  I went into college undecided. Right now, I’m getting all the general classes out of the way, but I took a music composition class as an elective. It was an interesting experience; it made me remember why I loved music and euphonium so much in the first place. I might take extra classes on it.

  If I’m being honest, I’m surprised that you decided to become a teacher. I never would have expected that from you, considering how well you received the underclassmen when they came in. You would always rant on and on about that whenever we went on our hikes, too. Especially when you got frustrated at the “lack of commitment” from the underclassmen during our second-year. But, you know, we pulled through in the end. We managed to get a gold at Nationals that year (but then you complained on how it was a dud gold and not real gold, and that reminded me of a particular scene back in the middle-school).

  It’s hard to believe, yet at the same time, I can picture Band Director Reina perfectly. You would be similar to Taki-sensei, I think. Overly-serious, with a stoic face and straight voice. You would give tons of tough love to the slackers and the ones who weren’t improving as quickly as you would like, but your harsh words would carry good intentions.

  Writing that made me realize how much I missed Taki-sensei and Kitauji. Maybe I’ll drop by when I come by in a few weeks, around the Agata Festival.

  Speaking of the Festival, are you planning on attending with anyone? Me, I don’t really have plans to attend, honestly. Midori-chan is coming back from England, so I might be with her—maybe. I heard from Hazuki-chan that the Festival is going to be more lively this year. How much more lively, I wouldn’t know—I haven’t gone the last couple of years.

  Maybe if you go, we can run into each other again.

  Kumiko

  Finishing her signature with a flourish, Kumiko glanced over her letter with a touch of pride and lots of satisfaction.

  She certainly wrote much more than she had expected.

  But, underneath her contentedness, there was a nagging question in the back of her mind, prodding around for answers.

  Why did Reina leave in the first place?

  You can ask her once you’re ready—just build up to it. Like Natsuki-senpai said, Something assured. And then you’ll be able to find the answer.

  Kumiko pulled out an envelope from her desk drawer, folded the letter into thirds, then tucked it into the envelope. As she wrote down Reina’s address followed by her own, Kumiko noticed a budding feeling in her chest. It made her feel jittery at the thought of sending this letter to Reina, while at the same time, an unbridled sense of anticipation filled her when she thought about the possible replies Reina’s letter might hold.

  -X-

  Reina’s reply came a mere two days after Kumiko delivered hers.

  Oh, Kumiko,

  If that was your way of trying to find out whether or not I have someone else in my life, the answer is no, I don’t have anyone to go to the Festival with. But, if you’re in Uji for the Festival, then perhaps we can go together—that is, if you’re not busy with your plans with Kawashima-san.

  (At this, Kumiko pictured Reina curling her lips into the subtlest of smirks, and she had to pause reading to gather her flustered self)

  But, you know, attending the Agata Festival wouldn’t be so bad. It’s been two years since I’ve attended it, after all. I doubt that there will be any groundbreaking changes, but I think I’ll still go. For nostalgia’s sake, you know? Coming back to Japan made me realize how much I’ve missed everything. I suppose you can say that the Agata Festival is one of them. I’m not one to linger on these types of things, but when you leave the place you once knew for a whole new world, you’ll start to miss the flavor of familiarity. Sure, there’s the thrill of trying new things, but that can only last so long.

  You know how they say you can never truly appreciate something until it’s gone? I think I understand what they mean now.

  Anyways, it’s a pleasant surprise to hear that you’re still involved with music. Music composition is a very interesting choice of study. I remember I took a class on it in my time abroad. I didn’t find it quite as enjoyable as actually performing, but I’m still going with it. Maybe somewhere along the line I’ll actually like it.

  Speaking of music, have you watched Kitauji’s performance in this year’s Sunrise Festival? I’m surprised at the rapid growth of the group, if I’m being honest. They’ve improved a lot since our second-year performance with them. They nearly doubled in size—instead of 40 people in the band and only a handful of color guard, it’s almost an 80-piece band. I didn't get a proper count of the color guard, but there was a considerable amount. Their diagonals were a bit off, but their steps were together, and all of them were on beat. The sound was amazing as well—loud, bold, yet majestic. If you ever decide to drop by Kitauji when you’re in Uji, I’m sure Taki-sensei will show you the tape. I feel a sort of quiet pride exuding from him every time I mention it. You’ll understand what I mean if you do.

  Awaiting your reply,

  Reina

  It’s almost comical how our letters to one another are getting longer and longer. Kumiko chuckled, taking out a sheet of stationary.

  Maybe it’s all part of building up to each other, Something mused. Kumiko silently agreed as she reached for a pen.

  Unlike her last two replies, Kumiko didn't hesitate to work, her words filling up page after page.

  -X-

  Before Kumiko knew it, she established a comfortable correspondence with Reina. She received Reina’s letters at unpredictable times, sometimes two days after she sent her own reply, other times a whole week. Nevertheless, Kumiko found herself stopping by her PO box with anticipation every morning. If she was especially restless, she would even check her mailbox multiple times a day. Once that letter arrived, however, Kumiko made sure to reply and deliver right away.

  Even if it meant going down to the lobby near the dead of night.

  “Going to deliver something so late, Kumiko-chan?”

  “Guah!” Kumiko nearly jumped out of her own skin. Whipping her head around, she saw Gram staring at her behind the counter with a smile, brown eyes twinkling in the bright light of the lobby. “G-Gram! I—uh—didn’t see you there.”

  Gram chuckled. “I can tell.” Her gaze drifted to the lone envelope that Kumiko held in her hands. “Bills?”

  “A-ah, no.” Kumiko scratched the back of her neck. “It’s, uh, a letter.”

  “A letter?”

  “Yeah. For someone.”

  Gram looked back at Kumiko, her smile never wavering. “It looks like your generation knows how to write letters after all.” There was an amused lilt in her voice, and hearing it made Kumiko smile crookedly.

  “Admittedly, it wasn’t easy.” She chuckled. “The first couple of times took me much longer than it should have to write.”

  “That’s how it is with a lot of things,” Gram said with a knowing nod. “I was the same, you know.”

  “Really?”

  Gram nodded and turned to the small picture frame that sat on her desk. Kumiko followed her gaze, craning her neck to get a better look, and saw the faded black-and-white picture of a young couple., The man was meticulously dressed in a suit, hair slicked back. His arm was around the waist of a young woman dressed in a flowing kimono, her black hair tied back into an elaborate bun. While at first glance their expressions seemed stoic, Kumiko noticed that both their lips were curled into the subtlest of smiles.

  “Hideo-san had to find work, oftentimes abroad, especially in the beginning of our marriage,” Gram began. “We would write letters to one another, but in the first few years, I struggled to figure out on what to write. What do I say to someone that I barely knew, yet at the same time, someone I was supposed to share my everything with? We were an arranged marriage, and we didn't get to meet face-to-face until our wedding day.”

  “Sounds…tough.”

  Gram laughed, her voice rich with nostalgia. “It was. Our letters to one another at first were sparse, both in quantity and quality. But over time, we—how do I say this? We—”

  “Built up to one another?”

  “Yes,” Gram said with a nod. “Something like that. Our responses to one another grew and grew, and so did our love.” Gram looked at Kumiko, and Kumiko noticed how her brown eyes shimmered in the light. “Love finds its way, Kumiko-chan. It always does.”

  Kumiko’s stomach churned, as if it had a hard time digesting the sudden sweetness in Gram’s voice. “That so?”

  Gram let out a breath of amusement. “You don’t believe me, do you?”

  “Wha—I never said tha—why would you assume—”

  “It’s fine, Kumiko-chan,” Gram said with a laugh. “It’s hard to believe it when love hurts, like so many things in life.”

  Kumiko’s words died on her tongue.

  “Love is never easy. I’ve learned that the hard way. But”—Gram reached over to cup Kumiko’s face; she melted into the calloused, yet gentle touch—”it’ll always find you. Whether it’s through a passion or a person, developed or spontaneous, love will find you. And when it does, it will stay. Do you…understand?”

  Kumiko pursed her lips to keep them from quivering as she gave a faint nod. “Yeah, I—I think I get it.”

  “Good.” Gram lightly pinched Kumiko’s cheek before pulling her hand away. “You’ve been hurt by this person, haven’t you?” Her eyes drifted to Kumiko’s letter.

  “Yeah. She, uh, left. To study abroad. Didn’t really say anything about it, though.”

  Gram hummed and gave a knowing nod.

  “But she sent me a letter a couple of weeks ago saying she’s back in Japan, so….” Kumiko shrugged and looked down at the letter in her hands. “My friend told me to slowly build up what I used to have with her. I found it a little hard at first, but I’m getting used to it now. I even look forward to getting letters. But, it’s just that—I don’t know—I just I think she’ll leave again, and this time, she’ll never return.”

  “Well,” Gram began, “if she came back in the first place, it must mean something, hm?” She raised her eyebrows and a playful smile tugged her lips.

  Kumiko chuckled. “Yeah, I guess….”

  “Is this person someone important to you?”

 “Yeah,” Kumiko said, “she’s an important…friend.” Kumiko forced the word out, and ignored the way her heart winced in her chest.

  “Your eyes say otherwise.”

  Kumiko’s ears were suddenly ablaze, the shame of lying to Gram consuming Kumiko’s face in a red blush. “U-uh—w-well—”

  “You’re still the same to me, Kumiko-chan.” Gram said with a growing smile. “Love has no boundaries. Never be ashamed of loving another person, regardless of who they are.”

  Kumiko’s lips pulled into a crooked smile. “Thanks, Gram.”

  Gram’s smile turned into a grin as she chuckled. “Anytime. Ah, before you go, I have something for you.” Kumiko watched as Gram shuffled off into the back of her office, rustling about, until she returned with a Tupperware container full of food.

  Kumiko’s stomach growled when she saw the chicken katsu and rice inside.

  “Thanks,” Kumiko said as she reached out for the food. She could feel the slight warmth of the rice tickling her fingertips as she held it. “You know, you don’t have to do this, though.”

  Gram shook her head. “It’s fine. I want to do this. I love cooking because it reminds me of Hideo-san. I would always cook for him whenever I had the chance.”

  Kumiko’s heart ached when she saw Gram’s shining eyes drift towards Hideo-san’s picture, a nostalgic smile on her face.

  Her love never ends for him, Something whispered. Maybe she’s right. Maybe love does stay.

  The thought left warm feeling in her chest.

  “Thanks, Gram,” Kumiko said quietly.

  Gram looked up at Kumiko. The beads of tears that were collecting in her eyes sparkled in the light, and in that moment, Kumiko thought that Gram looked like the beautiful young woman in the picture.

  “Enjoy the food,” Gram said, the smallest of smiles tugging on her lips.

  -X-

  you remember

the first meal you cooked

together

  she was home

  alone

  “no one’s here?” you asked

“yeah, but it’s okay,” she said

as if it was normal for her to be

  alone

  you tried not to let that bother you

as the both of you prepared dinner

together

  the drone of the tv playing,

the clatter of cutlery,

the ruckus of pots and pans,

the sizzle of the meat,

all of that was just background noise to you because you focused on

  how she looked

how she laughed

how she spoke

because it was moments like these, you realized

that she looked genuinely happy,

and sparkled in the moonlight

like an angel

flung out of space

  you prepared the food

together

you set the table

together

you ate

together

laughed

together

you spoke

together

you were happy

together

  “the food tastes amazing,” she said

  “yeah,” you said, “it does.”

  but in the back of your mind

you wondered

how often she ate her meals

  alone

  and how bland they tasted

whenever she ate

  alone

  because people always say

meals taste better when eaten

together

#oumae kumiko #kousaka reina #i write #kumirei #hibike #hibike! euphonium #sound! euphonium #hibike fanfic #fanfiction #nakagawa natsuki #katou hazuki #angst

[poutypanic]

The First Date

You, Jesse and Hanzo go on your first date! Fic is PG-13. 

Link for AO3: http://archiveofourown.org/works/10464945/chapters/23570373

Hanzo and Jesse have left it up to you to decide where you’d be going on your first date. Being a person who is no good at making decisions, this was more pressure than actually being asked out on the date itself. You are currently sitting at home in your own apartment watching your phone as the notifications go off one after the other. Being in a group chat with the two of them is a trip:

———————————-

Jesse: where

Jesse: do

Jesse: u

Jesse: wnana

Jesse: go!

Hanzo: Stop spamming.

Hanzo: Let her think, smh.

Jesse: im right here if u wanna fight me

You: IDK

You: I’m really down for whatever!

Hanzo: Where do you like to go during your free time?

You: My room?

Hanzo: -_-

Jesse: im calling u

————————————–

And he does, less than a couple of seconds after you had received that text. You stare at the screen with a shit-eating grin while it’s ringing, and let it go to voice mail.

—————————————

Jesse: answer ya damn phone plz

Hanzo: Don’t cuss at her.

Jesse: answer ya darn* phone plz

Jesse: also fuck u han

Hanzo: Hmmm. Interesting for a person who just asked me to make dinner.

You: Somebodys bout to starve!

You: Also sorry! I had lost my phone very suddenly :/  

——————————————

Your phone starts to ring again, and you wait until the last possible moment to answer it. You don’t even have to say a thing; Jesse just starts going off in your ear, “Hey, now listen! I’ma count teh’ three, and when I count teh’ three your’ gonna say the first place that comes to mind alright?”

You let out a long, dramatic, heavy sigh, making sure to blow air into the phone as much as possible.  

Jesse laughs, “Alright here we go! One! Two! Three-“

“Zoo.”

“Ah shit, Han! We goin’ to the zoo!”

“No, no, no wait! Let’s try that again!”

Jesse hangs up the phone.

———————————-

Jesse: no take backs  

Hanzo: I am excited! I’ve never been to the zoo!

You: We shouldn’t go to the zoo that was stupid

Jesse: nu uh! we going!

Hanzo: Why is it stupid? Now I really want to go!

Jesse: pick u up on friday!!! wear zoo clothes!!!!

You: WTF are zoo clothes

Hanzo: What she said.

Jesse: clothes u wear to the zoo???

Hanzo: Hmmm true.

You: Whatever! Fine! I guess we’re going to the zoo

Jesse: u bet ur ass

Jesse: shit

Jesse: butt*  

Hanzo: We’ll pick you up around 9am. Is that okay with you?

You: Pfff yeah.

Jesse: see ya friday!

—————  

Friday rolls around, and you guys go to the zoo. It’s the perfect day for it; the sun is out, and it’s partially cloudy. There’s a light cool breeze that feels amazing on the skin. After thinking about it, you’ve actually come around to the spontaneous idea that Jesse had to coax out of you. You guys take your time at each exhibit. The zoo isn’t very crowded at all, and nobody cares that you guys take nearly thirty minutes at each. Hanzo does dramatic readings of the facts on each of the placards, putting on what he likes to call his “tour guide voice”.

When you guys get to the Red Fox enclosure you and Jesse listen while Hanzo reads. At the end, Jesse raises his hand, “Um excuse me, Mr. Shimada? May I ask a question.”

“All questions are welcome, Mr. McCree.”

Jesse points to the cage, “Why are they called Red Foxes?”

You can see Hanzo try and suppress a laugh, and you try to suppress yours as well. Feigning like you, too, would like to know why Red Foxes are named Red Foxes. Hanzo is trying to remain in character, “Mr. McCree, if you can do me a favor and look at the animal?”

“Mhmm, yes.”  

“The fox has red fur.”

Jesse places his hand on his chin and nods his head up and down, “Uh huh.”

“So it is called the Red Fox because well; it has red fur.”

You can’t keep up the act anymore. Hanzo says that last line with such conviction and a matter of fact tone that you are doubled over, and clutching your stomach laughing. Jesse refuses to give up the act. He looks down at you, his cowboy hat casting a shadow over his face.

“Darlin’, what’s so funny? I don’t understand.”

Hanzo keeps it up as well, “Sir? The Red fox. Red is a color. The color of the foxes fur is red. Therefore, Red Fox.”  

You’re still doubled over wheezing. A small crowd has actually started to stare, thinking that Hanzo is an actual expert and tour guide. They believe that Hanzo, a man who is wearing unbelievably tight joggers and a navy blue tee shirt that says, “Choose Cremation. You Urned it,” is a god damn professional, articulately explaining to a cowboy why a Red Fox is called a Red fox. Jesse sees the curious onlookers and decides that maybe it’s time to end the charade, “Ah, I get it now, and ya’ know what? That’s a pretty dumb fuckin’ fact.”

Jesse throws an arm around your still shaking shoulders, tosses his other one around Hanzo’s, and you guys all walk away from the confused onlookers. Eventually, after marveling at the big cats for nearly an hour, you guys make it into the reptile house. Here is where you figure out that Jesse really doesn’t like spiders and that Hanzo couldn’t care less. You do care a little bit, but the thick plexiglass between you and the arachnids is enough to keep you from being irrational like Jesse is being.

“Can y’all stop puttin’ your faces so damn close to the glass?”

You smile coyly and rest your cheek against the glass, Hanzo follows suit and places his cheek against the glass as well, “Take a picture, Jesse.”

Jesse crosses his arms and pouts, “Y’all think your’ funny huh?”

You grab your phone out of your pocket and turn on the camera, “Guess we’ll just have to take a selfie.”

The spider that is in the little glass case is clinging to the other side, showing off its belly and legs. Perfect for the photo op. You and Hanzo point to it and smile nice and big for the camera, while you hold your phone in your other and snap a photo.

Hanzo says, “Make sure to send that to me in the group chat.”

Jesse is glaring at Hanzo, when you notice one of the workers is trying to get any of the customer to listen to what she has to say about whatever it is she is presenting, but she’s getting no takers. You walk towards her and look into the large, deep, open plexiglass tub that she is standing next to. Your eyes widen and you start to cackle. Oh, this is gonna be good!

“Hey Han! Jesse! Come here!”

You watch closely has they look into the glass enclosure. Hanzo now has the biggest smile, and Jesse takes one glance and literally runs off about twelve feet.

The workers face lights up, “Hello! Would you guys like to hear about this tarantula?”

The look that Hanzo gives her almost looks like he might abandon the two of you and take her out on a date; he is so happy.  

“I would absolutely love to hear about this tarantula!”

The woman practically dances, because she is delighted to finally have people who want to listen to her. She clasps her hands together and starts to spew off all of the knowledge she’s got on the spider. Hanzo listens and has questions for her, and she is able to answer everything. Meanwhile, Jesse is in the background huffing and making off-handed comments like, “Interesting” and “Wow, real fascinatin’.” When the spider starts to stretch its legs and move around, you lean in farther to get a better look.

“Hey! Sugar? Maybe don’t do that! That thing is gonna get your face.”

The tarantula handler finally turns her attention to Jesse, “Oh no! Honduran Curly Hairs are docile tarantulas. Also! Tarantulas can’t jump that far. A fall from where her face is at to the bottom would actually seriously hurt the curly.”

Jesse does his best at being polite, “Thanks for the knowledge ma’am.”

At this point, Hanzo is practically inside of the enclosure, and you’ve reached your limit. Any closer, and you’d be pushing your comfort zone. The woman clasps her hands together, “I am so sorry! I haven’t asked for your names yet!”

You both introduce yourselves and take turns shaking her hand, “Hanzo! Seeing as you seem to be the most interested, would you like to hold her?”  

Jesse claps his hands together, “Han! You put that spider in your hands, and we are breakin’ up!”  

Hanzo puts his hands together, palms up and lowers them into the enclosure; “It’s been nice knowing you, Jesse.”

Jesse is still squirming, but it seems this is something he just has to see. He gets just close enough to be able to look in. He’s standing right behind you, looking over your shoulder, and he’s got two nervous handfuls of the back of your shirt. You reach back and pat his thigh, “There, there. It’ll be alright!”

The woman first coaxes the tarantula into her open palm using what looks to be a soft bristled paint brush. It’s funny watching her gently nudge the brush against the creatures big furry butt. It slowly crawls into her hand, and you can physically feel Jesse tremble. You look back at him, “Jesse, just one of your hands are at least two times bigger than this tarantula is. This tarantula can’t do shit to you.”

“Darlin, I ain’t tryna say you’re not right, but that doesn’t keep the little critter from being real creepy.”

Hanzo isn’t paying any attention to the two of you. He is concentrating on the spider that is now crawling into his welcoming hands. It stays there, cradled, its two front legs feeling along the tips of his fingers. Hanzo is still smiling, “Thank you for letting me hold her.”

The woman continues to light up, “Are you kidding me? You are very welcome. I’m so happy you guys took time out of your day to hang out with me and listen to me ramble about this. Tarantulas are my passion.”

After a couple more tarantula facts, Hanzo places the creature back down into its habitat, and you guys make Jesse very happy by deciding it’s time to move on. The three of you continue to stay close to each other as you visit the rest of the exhibits. When you’ve officially seen them all, you guys go back to gawk at each of your favorites. When hunger strikes, you guys stop at a little cart that specializes in soft tacos. You watch in amazement as Hanzo orders six and downs them all. You guys don’t leave the zoo until you are forced to, because it’s closing time. The three of you leave feeling the good kind of tired, all having found a new favorite place to be.

#poly hanzo/jesse #hanzo shimada x reader #jesse mccree x reader #jesse mccree #hanzo shimada #ovw #poutypanic writes

[rokurookajima]

once again filling my evening answering questions nobody asked

cherry turnover:  who do you live with? 

i’ve lived by myself for three months now!! it’s cool and there are some things that are really nice about living totally alone like truly never bothering anyone with the shit you’re doing. but im tryna move in with evie soon and we’re hoping to have a place by mid june!!!! we just looked at some today and im jazzed  bananas foster:  do you believe in soul mates?

yes absolutely but like in a specific sense. i don’t believe everyone has like one singular soul mate, and i don’t believe soul mates are exclusively romantic. but i completely believe there are people you’re cosmically supposed to meet, and that sometimes the odds are all against you meeting but you still do, and when you finally meet there is some kind of feeling like you’ve either known each other way longer, or you instantly know they’re going to be so important to you. i think i’ve met more than one soul mate by that definition in my life. one was the guide of a travel group i went on a trip with when i was 16, and i only knew him for a week but we both connected so strong and instantly, and both were clearly affected by it i think we both walked away differently. i’ve never seen him since then and i cried a lot the last day of that trip. but like it definitely wasn’t romantic?? it was just some kind of deep soul connection. i also think you can have friendships that are gonna last forever and those are pretty close to soul mates too. basically i have a lot of very romanticized ideas about people you meet in your life  glazed donut:  would you rather visit a zoo or an aquarium?

prob an aquarium  pumpkin pie:  what were your interests as a child?

i really fuckin loved dinosaurs when i was rlly young, like preschool and kindergarten age. i liked cool rocks a lot too, i had a ton of geodes and crystals and those little stones you could buy at like museum giftshops that i kept in boxes and would just look at all the time. i was rlly obsessed with harry potter when i was like 8 i think that was when i first read the books and there were only five at the time. late childhood (like 4/5th grade) i loved cats on probably a weird level bc wow yeah i was a warrior cats kid, also loved pirates a lot  lemon tart:  how many languages can you speak?

just one unfortunately. i wish i knew a second language but alas  chocolate mousse:  how is your relationship with your parents?

it could probably be better, but i guess it is a lot better than a lot of people my age have. i love my parents but they’re rlly problematic people, and even tho they didn’t mean to, they are the biggest reason i have a lot of the issues i have, and they still do shit that perpetuates it. it’s better in some ways that i don’t live with them now, bc i think some parts of my mental health like my self image are better bc i’m around way more supportive people than them. but also i feel bad bc i don’t make as much of an effort to talk to them as i should since i don’t see them every day. me and my mom have always been pretty close, and i don’t want to lose that. they try sometimes  creme brûlée:  describe your style

american apparel lmao which i can only keep saying for like the next YEAR before that won’t define anything for people. but 4 real a good portion of my wardrobe is from american apparel, and when i shop else ware, it’s still pretty consistent with that style. like very basic cuts and colors of things, only pattern i ever wear is stripes, highwaisted everything, cropped everything. i only wear black white gray and green i am a stereotype  cheesecake:  have you ever visited a sex shop?

lmao yeah more than once. there’s a couple around where i live that i’ve been to a few times, and one in columbus. i’ve never bought anything at one, or gone there with like the intent to purchase stuff. they’re just honestly so funny to walk through and be horrified by the enormous dildos  raspberry sorbet:  favorite clothing stores?

wow i can’t say american apparel anymore im so sad. so uh. i honestly don’t know where im gonna get most of my clothes now. forever 21 and h&m are always good places to find some cheap stuff. i wanna thrift more, but i never seem to have very good luck at finding stuff  green tea ice cream:  who was your first crush?

lmao it was milo thatch from atlantis. but i assume we are talking about a real person that i actually y’know like. could speak to. which was my tumblr boyfriend that i met when i was 17. i met him in a fandom chatroom i ended up in through some other tumblr friends, then kinda started getting some feels when he posted a selfie after we’d already talked in the chat and i was like oh no he’s hot. so wowie a tragic tale of star-crossed lovers  chocolate chip cookie:  how has your life changed over the past year?

i can’t even start to say how much my life has changed over the last year. truly, i don’t think there’s ever been a year in my life that i’ve looked at and been so in awe of how many things happened. but yeah last spring-this spring i went through so many life experiences and firsts and personality changes and struggles and some of the happiest days of my life and by far the fucking worst days of my life. since april last year, i fell in love for the first time, had a real relationship for the first time, became a lot more social, got really close to some of the people i’m now closest to, got high for the first time, lost my virginity, went to big parties, got a lot more social, met a lot of people, saw a lot of new sides of life, questioned a lot of my own beliefs and came to new ones, left the country without my parents, traveled out of state completely by myself, got my heart completely destroyed for the first time, attempted suicide, thought my life would literally not make it to this point, moved out of my house, lived on my own, got stronger, figured some shit out, hooked up with someone at a party, had casual sex for the first time, now i’m hoping to move again in the next few months. i know some of that is like. not actually that exciting, and a lot of it was shit that most people do for the first time in high school, but it was a lot for me. i ended up in a world and lifestyle that i used to write fiction about and romanticize the hell out of, and never thought i’d actually live it first hand. so rlly this last year was fuckin wild for me and in a lot of ways i feel like i’ve aged 60 years, and i’m tired from that much all in one year, but i’m also still kinda naive and clueless so what can u do  berry trifle:  first & last concert you went to?

so wow i don’t go to real concerts. the first was probably some christian band with my family. the last. does the american murder song wake tour count? that was kind of a concert  tapioca pudding:  favorite animated characters?

WOW let me fuckin TELL u my favorite animated characters. number one will always always always be revy from black lagoon. i have never loved a character that much in my life, everything about her is so good. she’s such a goddamn disaster and so well written and complex and so much more than just a typical bad ass female archetype. i love that it’s not just headcanon to read deep into her personality, it’s a huge point of the series. i love that on the surface she is just like. a bad ass with no feeling. then u actually get to the end of the series and she is actually a CHILD inside who is so fuckin insecure and she LOVES ROCK SO MUCH i wanna die. also lust from fullmetal alchemist esp the 2003 anime fuck me ALL THE WAY UP. ed elric, and truly everyone in fullmetal alchemist what a series what a cast of characters.  fudge brownie:  do you like your name?

sometimes. i used to really hate it when i was younger, now it’s changed some. i like still don’t like it when i say it out loud probably bc people 100% of the time think i said cindy and i have to correct them every dang time. but like that i can shorten it to syd which i also used to hate bc toy story (i was a kid ok) but now i like it. there are also those times where people you like say your name and it makes u feel some type of way??? i like it then. so i guess i like it most when other people are saying it u feel me strawberry shortcake:  are you good at keeping secrets?

i mean if it’s my own, absolutely not what the fuck is a secret i am a tragic over sharer about my own shit. but other people’s, yes i’d say so. i feel like a lot of people feel comfortable enough to tell me things they might not tell other people, and i don’t ever feel like it’s a burden to keep a secret y’know?? so it doesn’t like eat at me and make me wanna tell people  tiramisu:  are you daring when it comes to makeup & clothing or do you like to play it safe?

uh i guess somewhere in the middle. like the way i dress isn’t rlly how everyone dresses and i guess in some crowds would be considered pretty different, but i don’t know if its daring bc its not like....that adventurous or out there. esp bc i only wear neutral colors lmao. same with makeup, for the most part, it’s pretty simple but every now and then i like to do something fancier. i feel like the most daring things about me appearance wise are like having a lot of piercings and tattoos??? so y’know make ur daring shit permanent i guess im not that edgy lmao oreo milkshake:  do you sleep a lot?

i feel like i sleep a pretty average amount. i wish i could sleep more bc i’m tired all the time, but way more i wish i could sleep less. i love the idea of being able to just naturally get up early and have so much time in the morning to do shit and enjoy the morning. and i like staying up late. but i’m always tired and even tho i have to get up early most mornings, it’s still a constant struggle and i wish it wasn’t. i’ll sleep pretty late when i get the chance tho

apple crisp:  how do you relax?

guess it depends on what i’m feeling. i like to take baths a lot, or just chill and watch movies and stuff. i love having relaxing hangouts with friends, like just chilling watching movies with people and not needing to do anything else. i wanna do more quote-unquote relaxing stuff, like read and write more, go to yoga classes, shit like that carrot cake:  who is your celeb look alike?

i’ve been told more than once i look like krysten ritter so i will go with her. it’s the bangs macaron:  what is your ethnicity?

white af cinnamon bun:  favorite salty snack?

wow salty snacks are my VICE i love salty shit way more than sweet things. fuck man i love chips of all kinds, i’ve been eating way too many hot cheetos lately, french fries, mcdonalds hash browns, i’m gonna have blood pressure issues from how much i love salt 

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