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bellasweetwriting · 4 years

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Memories

Jess Mariano x f.Reader

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requests: “omg please please PLEASE do a jess mariano x reader with the enemies to lovers prompt that says “ive accepted my feelings now accept yours” i can’t remember the number lol but hope that helps!” -- holiwould

“ okay bet. jess mariano x reader except the reader feels like jess is kinda slipping out of control and away from her and she can’t keep fixing his mistakes and they maybe break up or something? idk ab the ending that up to you ” - holiwould

note: this is a mix between the two requests, the song Miss You by Louis Tomlinson, and When I Was Your Man by Bruno Mars. If you haven’t heard them listen to them while you read

warnings: yelling, some trauma, most angst, kissing

word count: 2,3k

He was staring at your picture. Your hair was a little bit shorter than it is now. You were wearing this wine tone of lipstick that the employee of Sephora recommended to you. He remembered that time you kissed his cheek as he said goodbye just for him to walk six blocks with your lips marked on his face,

Damn, he missed you.

He missed your laughter, your suggestions for movie nights that always involved either Brad Pitt or Ryan Gosling. So much you loved them, and he knew that; he was jealous of them even.

Could he drink his memories away? Damn it, he needed to erase you from his thoughts. Everything reminded him of you. Every song on the radio was about you.

His pride, his ego, his arrogance, caused you to walk away from him the moment he needed you the most.

"Jess!" You exclaimed as he lifted you up and threw you to the pool, jumping next. "Why did you do that?"

You were both staying at Jess's friend's house after a celebration party for your new book, which was just published. You and Jess went outside to the backyard and walked around the swimming pool when he decided it would be funny to throw you to the water.

After seeing you battle to get to the surface, he jumped too, holding his laughter until his head was above the water, staring at you with a big cocky smile.

You threw water and him while you took off your favorite shirt since you didn't want the chemicals of the pool to ruin it. You left it by the side of the swimming pool where just a few seconds ago you were standing unaware that you would end up in the water.

Jess glanced at you, not being able to ignore that your shirt was gone and your bra was visible. He smiled foolishly, not being able to help it.

"Stop looking at me, you horn dog," you exclaimed laughing, as you splashed him, Jess tossing water back at you. "Was this your master plan? To throw me to the pool in the middle of the night and froze me to death just to see my underwear?" He laughed even louder, and you couldn't help to join him, letting out a giggle. "You have no game, Mariano."

"You look just so darn cute when you are mad, Y/N," he said with that tone of his. His deep voice stumbled in your brain as you sat down on the edge of the swimming pool. He swam quickly in your direction, impulsing himself out of the water and sitting next to her. "Did the cold pass?"

"No, I'm just trying a new blue tone in my lips. Does it suit me?" You sarcastically asked as he stretched his arm and grabbed his jean jacket, covering your shoulders with it. "Oh, what a gentleman. Is this your new move, because I'm falling for it. I want you, I need you. Oh, baby, oh, baby." Jess chuckled as you simply rolled your eyes, putting on Jess's jacket correctly. "Aren't you cold, Cry-Baby Walker?"

"I've been worst. Those cold nights in New York City, only covered by a blanket and the constant screaming of the adults in the room at the end of the hall, were the coldest nights and roughest nights," he murmured before looking at you. You were shooked as you listened to him, but soonly upset when he started laughing. "You sometimes say a joke and never know if it is trauma until you see the look on people's faces."

"Asshole," you mumbled.

"Pretty," he replied, making you look at him. He slowly leaned in until he was close to your lips before whispering next to them, "I know a way to warm up." And with that, he kissed you gently, running his fingers through your wet hair, instantly warming you up.

"Hey, Jess!" Yelled some guy, grabbing the guy's attention.

Suddenly, he wasn't at that swimming pool anymore. He was at the bar again, filled with these stupid friends he made in this new city. If you saw him right now, you wouldn't even recognize him.

He was wearing a leather jacket and some old jeans, with an edition of The Fountainhead by Ayn Rand on his pocket, a book he wasn't able to finish yet. He had in his hands your photograph next to that old vintage restaurant three blocks away from where you work. You described it as that colorful coffee shop with strawberry smoothies and a cute place to read a book or spend time with people you care about.

"Mariano," his friend called him again, appearing with two glasses of beer and sitting next to the writer. "What are you doing crying over here? We are having a party in your honor, man. It is not an everyday thing that your books get a review on the Washington Post, and make it to the Best-Sellers list. What's up with you?"

"Today is her birthday." His friend looked at him, confused. The clock had just marked midnight. "It's her birthday, and I'm in fucking New York City, getting drunk with people I met three weeks ago and staring at a picture that was taken a year ago."

No matter what this strange guy that he calls friend just to lie at himself to hide that he is, in reality, alone would say. He missed you.

"Don't make so much noise, Mariano!" You yelled at him in a whisper, both of you watching their steps as they enter his apartment. "Your neighbors are trying to sleep."

"I feel so sorry for them already," was the reply you got from Jess as he closed the door behind him and started kissing you, leading your way to the couch. "Who could say that I would be making out little Y/N someday?"

"Did you just call me «little Y/N»?" You questioned, laughing between kisses. "Hey, so I was thinking..."

"Think, no talk," he interrupted you as both of you sat on the couch.

"Wait, it is important," you said again, making him give up and listen to you. "Ok, so tomorrow, as you know, is my birthday..."

"What?" Jess exclaimed. "You never told me it was your birthday tomorrow! Now, I'll have to cancel my plans. Wait a sec..."

You looked at him, confused. Plans?

"Jess, I told you tomorrow was my birthday, like five times. With whom did you make plans tomorrow?"

"Wel, Jack, Fred, and Gabs. We were going out to the movies or some. Let me call Fred and tell him."

"Gabs as in Gabriella? Your ex?" He nodded. "You could've told me."

"Why? She's ancient history, and you aren't my girlfriend."

You quickly stood up, making him look over his cellphone to you. You didn't look happy, you seemed really upset.

"What are we doing here, Jess?"

"What do you mean?"

"For how long have we been hooking up? A month? Six weeks?" He knew where this was going. "At what are we playing here?"

"I don't know. You want to be something serious, I don't understand."

"That is precisely the thing I'm talking about, Jess. You never know anything. You never communicate! You have no idea how to express yourself or even how to treat a person that cares about you."

Jess sighed.

"What do you want from me, Y/N, huh?"

"I want you to care for someone at least once, Jess! I want you to remember things like my birthday or my favorite things or the way I like my coffee because you want to remember; because you care about me. We aren't teenagers anymore, Jess! You are grown enough to know that relationships are built by communication."

The writer quickly stood up, ready to discuss.

"I care about you, Y/N!"

"No, you don't..." she whispered. "You can't even admit that you like me. That what you feel for me is more than making out because of boredom." He looked over to the big window with the view of Philadelphia. "Your birthday is on March 9th. You tend to forget to carry a pencil with you, and surprisingly, you are always in need of one, so I always carry one in my bag. When you meet someone, you stay extremely quiet while they talk and don't even say goodbye to them when you leave, and I've always told you that that is extremely rude, but you don't listen, you change the subject."

His eyes met yours, and he noticed the tears that were threatening to leave your eyes.

"You like french toasts," you continued, "but not with your coffee, so I always serve you orange juice when I make them for breakfast. Your eyes shine every time your uncle calls to tell you that he is doing fine because even if you don't admit it, you love him and appreciate him so much. And I remember all of those little details because I care about you, Jess. Hell, call me idiotic and girl for even thinking that maybe... I'm in love with you. But I'm worth more than this, Jess, I am. And if you can't see it, then it is no my problem. I am done trying just to release I am doing it alone. I've accepted my feelings, now accept yours. Bye, Jess."

And with that, you left.

"Then what are you doing here?" The guy asked Jess, dragging him away from his memories.

"What do you mean?" Jess asked.

"You are clearly not over this chick, you don't want to be in this party even though it is kinda in your honor, and it's her birthday. So, just leave. Go get her.

"How would I be certain she'll receive me with open arms?"

"You don't, man, that's the thing about love: you never know what is going to happen until you take the leap of faith."

He was right. He has always been scared of making the big jump. He has always been insecure about if anyone is going to be waiting to catch him. He couldn't keep making the same mistake over and over, he had to accept his feelings.

"I'm gonna go now. Thanks for the party, man."

Jess Mariano has never been more sure about something that what he was about to do. It was absurd. He was going to drive for an hour and a half in the middle of the night to Philadelphia. Yeah, sounded insane, but everything was about taking that leap of faith he was always scared to make.

But as soon as he hit the road, the doubts and questions hit his head like a train. What was he going to do? How would it end?

He was a writer. Every time he had an idea, the next thing that he knew was how it was going to end. You can't write a story without knowing the ending. But apparently, that was the only way of living it.

While he was driving to Philadelphia, you were sitting on your kitchen island, staring at that red velvet cupcake that held your single birthday candle. You were all alone, the same way you were your last birthday. You couldn't believe a year has passed since the last time you saw him.

You read that his book made the best-sellers list of the week. As soon as you read his name, the memories came back, as they have never left, they were just hiding inside a locked box waiting to come out.

Jess Mariano messed with your life in a way you could have never imagined. You were in love with him, and he never prooved you, he felt the same way with you. Jess wasn't even slipping away from you, you knew Jess always had a footstep out of the door, and you tried to ignore it, but it was almost impossible. Once he was in your life, he was in your life forever.

You blew the little candle, ate your cupcake, and went to sleep, not knowing that two hours later, you'll wake up by the sound of the doorbell. Who could be at two am in the morning? Your friends were going to come to prepare you breakfast, but a seven-hours head start was too much, even for them.

"What's going on?" You sleepily asked as you opened the door, looking at Jess standing there. "Mariano? What are you doing here?"

"Your headaches are provoked by strong smells. You ran away from home at 18, but I've seen you call your parents from now and then to check on them. Your eyes light up at the mention of sugar. You have this Victoria Secret perfume that you stole from your aunt, and you never used it, you just like to spray it on the air and inhale it, because she smelled like that and you miss her. You used to be addicted to gum, so much that your mom had prohibited you from ever buying it. You love watching people renovate their houses on HGTV, and you make plans on how you are going to remodel your place. You love strawberries covered in chocolate, and you cry at the movies. And I remember all of these, even if it has been a year because I care about you, Y/N. And I couldn't say it back then because I was scared, but now I'm not. Now, I am the guy for you. I know how much you are worth it, I knew since the day I met you." He took a deep breath. "Please, Y/N, let me prove it to you that I can be the guy you need."

What would you say if Jess Mariano was standing in your doorstep, begging for a second chance? I'm honestly asking.

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uncertaininnit · 3 years

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who wants to read an essay about my relationship with simping/an appreciation(/simping lol) post about Will+Eret and also seperately tommyinnit that was written at 4:22 am and then added to the queue because i love the queue system also fun fact i pronounced the word ‘queue’ as ‘cc-week’ for like an entire year and idk why anyways

lets just jump into it

lol

so. if somebody was to ask me who my favorite mcyt is, i would think about it for a moment and eventually answer with either Wilbur or Eret. and i think that is purely out of simping instinct or whatever the fuck.

to start, Wilbur; the prettiest man, period. i do not take constructive criticism. he is literally gorgeous and i get so mad at him for putting himself down all the time because he doesnt deserve the shit, especially not from himself. he is 24 years old and has the lowest self-esteem out of anybody i can think of. i want to yell in his face all the time. i want to tell him simps are the same species as him, and they have REASONS to simp. if you keep seeing appreciation posts about yourself (which im sure he does) that means people APPRECIATE YOU and WANT YOU to feel APPRECIATED.

anyway, back to simping. let’s start from the top. his goddamn hair. it is, it is, and i just took a deep breath, so pretty. maybe it isnt the hair itself, probably, but the way it is done. wavy dark brown hair all floofy in the front. and he is constantly messing with it, which is THE cutest thing. when he is excited, he moves a lot, and his hair moves with him and gets messed up and ahhhcvkvyr moving on.

his face? lets start with his eyes. they are so pretty. i think my opinion on eyes is probably weird, and allow me to explain why. i never ever notice somebodies eye color when talking to them. i just dont even look. so when i am actively paying attention to somebody’s eyes, they are that much more important to me. but idk, i kinda feel like his eyes are one of the biggest factors of his face? like, he looks really pretty whether he is smiling or not, because his face doesn’t ride on his smile.

sidetrack paragraph about george: i think george is that way. he is adorable, but he is only really adorable when he is smiling. if i look up ‘georgenotfound cute’ it will be entirely him smiling, and never any other facial expression because he genuinely looks like the fucking weirdest thing sometimes when making a serious face. back to will.

i dont pay attention to noses because who even cares dude but i’m sure his nose does a good job of supporting his looks as well so good job nose

his SMILE. he doesn’t need to smile, but dude, when he does, it’s like i always used to say (and still would say) in regards to eijiro kirishima. it’s like... sunbeams, like rays of light are in his mouth and escaping when he smiles.i wonder how he keeps a star in there. because his smile literally lights up my heart. and when he tilts his head(basically all the time luckily)? so goddamn pretty. pretty man. pretty.

that brings us to his neck, which is- no, kidding, but i do want to talk about his vocal chords! firstly his speaking voice, which i guess as an american it hits different for me because of the accent. but- i dont think i can put it into words. but the way he puts thoughts into words-(lol) idk, his voice is just really sweet. and his SINGING VOICE, here we go.

so he sings, duh. and i- holy fuck. he just sounds good, you know? he is a good singer. i want to put my emotions simply this time. he sings well, and he sounds good. a pretty voice for a pretty man. i cant even try to elaborate.

basically the only other thing of my concern is his fucking yellow sweater? or jumper or whatever the fuck? and his beanie? on his body? damn. i am genuinely attached to that sweater. it just looks good, ok? it does.

oh yeah, and he’s hella fucking tall. 6′5? are you kidding? you couldn’t have at least been short so we could make fun of you?

oh yeah and his laugh-

it is now 4:53 am and a bitch is tired but i have an entire fucking train of thoughts and they must be somewhere before they slip away

the next part- Eret. i adore Eret. so incredibly much. and let me start this by saying i’m going to consistantly call him a he, because he doesn’t care and so that makes it easier for me. ok? ok.

he is the opposite of Wilbur in this one regard, confidence. and self-esteem. eret loves himself. that attitude spreads. look, not only is he like the #1 bicon in the world as far as i’m concerned, but he also actively fucks gender roles any day. strawberry dress pog? strawberry dress pog.

but seriously, he rocked the strawberry dress. and the suit, though i missed that stream. he rocks his crown, his sunglasses, just anything he puts on. and don’t get me started on the BOOTS

(im started on the boots) so firstly the heel boots, the first ones he got. when i first saw clips, my only thought was something like ‘woah.’ or maybe ‘damn.’ at that point i didn’t know much about him, just that he looked STELLAR in those boots (and the betrayal and shit yknow) and the PLATFORMS DUDE

the platforms are the same but moar tall, which is incredible. oh and now back to strawberry dress- have you seen him twirl? the twirl? hello? have you seen it? you must.

also i havent even talked about HIM yet. hove you seen that picture of him with a bird on his shoulder? he is facing the bird, i think looking at it, with a wide smile across his face. and it is so pretty. he has the prettiest smile.

also today i was looking for flour at the store place and a clip of him was playing in my mind- he was doing like an announcer voice, like in every superhero movie trailer- and he was just coming up with something to say, and what he ened up saying was ‘in a world... where.... cookies.... are made of pringles’ and OMFG its making me laugh even now. like of absolutely anything, that was the example he made. just thinking about it is making me smile.

speaking of, have you heard his voice? his normal voice is really really deep anyways, but he has crazy range- he can effortlessly(i originally wrote effortly and when i noticed i laughed because i am so fucking tired bfv9wuocl) go from like an elmo impression (and a good one) to a just REALLY low voice, lower than his normal low voice.

AND HIS SINGING VOICE! he doesn’t like actually make music like wilbur but on that one stream where he did kareoke (how the fuck is it spelled) with fundy and his voice is SO LIKE its deep and its just pretty and i never want to hear normal sweater weather ever again, just him singing it.

i think this is where i’m done with eret- it is 5:18 now, and a BITCH IS TIRED but i need to finish this while i’m still feeling this wayy or i’ll never finish it, i know this from experience.

and now it’s tommy time

the og reason i decided to make this an actual post . but i had to explain the simping thing before i got into my thoughts about tommy.

but let me start this with just saying yes, i love him. he is a big man and i want him to be happy. which is the topic for today’s discussion, AHEM.

so tommyinnit, right? he is 16, which is why i do NOT simp.i dont care that im also a minor, i wouldn’t do anything to make him feel uncomfortable, ever. in any world. never. because look- i dont know how to put it, but tommy is SIXTEEN. still young and impressionable and all that junk. and he is a fairly fucking famous twitch streamer. he does that almost daily.

what i’m saying is i dont want him to get hurt. him, and tubbo too. they are a part of the world, part of the public, all the time. don’t you think that is stressful? do you guys remember his haircut stream? on the day of his haircut? and chat was making fun of him for it, and wilbur was making fun of him for it. that is how i express affection, with my real friends as well. playful bullying. but at some point while Will was teasing him, he says something along the lines of ‘yeah, the big man hasn’t been having too great a day’ or something like that, and dude, my heart dropped.

a. he had mentioned earlier that he didn’t want to stream the day of his haircut because hair is always weird that first day, but since he hadn’t streamed in a good bit he felt obliged to. i dont really.. idk, i dont really like that. i dont want him to have to put himself in uncomfortable situations because he feels like he needs to for us. i don’t think that is healthy.

and b. chat and wilbur were bullying him. good-naturedly, but still, when he mentioned he had been having a bad day, the chat turned around and instantly started yelling shit like ‘AHHHH SORRY BIG MAN YOUR HAIR IS FINE’ and when Wilbur kept teasing him (you fucking beautiful bully man fuck off) yelling stuff like ‘WILBUR QUIT WE ARE H U R T I N G HIM’ and ‘WILL STFU HES HAVING A BAD DAY’ so im glad we all want him to feel ok

but still, it cannot be healthy. when i first got into MCYT, i though tommy was fucking loud and annoying. and he is! he is. but that is a big part of why i like him so much. and everyone jokes about him being a child, because he is, but i choose to not say stuff like that in chat just because i want him to be happy. those jokes are fun, but i want him to be happy. and he is happier when not being called a child.

im not attacking you, do whatever the fuck you want. i dont know why i feel the need to protect him or whatever, if he read this he would probably think i was hella creepy. i just- listen, i just want him to be happy. i just want him to smile and laugh. i sound SO GODDAMN CREEPY but- as ive said- i just want him to be happy.

is this literally just what having a comfort streamer is? am i not crazy? does everyone experience this? and can we talk about tommy’s playlist it’s literally so sweet and bubbly compared to his personality and i love that. and the song he always plays at the start of stream and always like buzzes along to? that moment in time is my very favorite.

it is 5:44-

#simp #like im literally the biggest simp #mcyt #dream smp #wilbur soot #the_eret #tommyinnit

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liannyeong · 4 years

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Things just work out (in the end)

Summary: Two close friends who decided to marry each other if they’re still single at the age of 30. What can happen, right?

Word count: 3181

Pairing: Jaebeom X OC

Warning(s): Fluff, Just a pinch of angst

A/N: Yay a new fic! And finally, I have gotten used to spelling Jaebeom’s name correctly. This idea is totally cliche lol but well, I just had to write it when ideas started popping in my head. Originally, I had other plans for this plot but I decided to condense it into just a short fic lol. I actually aimed for a 2k word count but well, I always end up writing more whoops ~

Long-time friends, that's what they really are, Not the best of friends but they're close enough to lean on each other and share about their problems. For example, failed relationships. None of their relationships ever last a year. Their friends wonder why, but not even they know the answer to the problem. In the end, they're labelled as the curse in any romantic relationship.

"You know," Jaebeom starts, after a night out with their mutual friends. He had just dropped off their friends who lived along the way, and is now left with her as always. They live the closest to each other anyway. "I'd say we should make a deal."

"A deal?" she echoes.

"Yeah. Let's get married if we're both single by the age of 30."

She snorts. "That's 5 years from now!"

Jaebeom shrugs. "Anything can happen in 5 years."

She keeps quiet, thinking it over before she speaks. "And if we're still single?"

"We marry," Jaebeom says so offhandedly, as if it's nothing serious.

She has a brow raised. "Just like that?"

"Yeah, why not?" Jaebeom retorts. "Nobody seems to want us. And even if they do, it never last more than a year. So why not we skip the basics and get married?"

She bursts out laughing. "You're mad," she says disapprovingly.

"Well, just think about it," Jaebeom insists. "I don't think we've got anything to lose. After all, how bad can it be if there are two 'cursed ones' in a relationship?"

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ii.

Surprisingly, she agrees. In the year they both turn 30, they hold a small wedding. Then, she moves into Jaebeom's apartment because it is larger. As the months go on, nothing seems to change -- only that Jaebeom has become more gentlemanly towards her. Perhaps being married to someone, having another person to take care of has made him kinder, she doesn't really know. What she knows is that she doesn't hate it. It actually feels nice to have someone to be with at the end of the day. Jaebeom has been a spectacular husband: he listens to her rants about anything, helps her cook dinner. It has been really great.

But sometimes, she can't tell the difference between Jaebeom being chivalrous or... well... having feelings for her? It sounds as if she's too full of herself to think about it, but how can she not when he does things that are questionable?

For example, in one breezy day, Jaebeom took off his jacket just to tie it around her waist when she was wearing a dress that touched just above her knee.

"In case there are any perverts lurking around," he had said dismissively.

Or the few times when he noticed her shivering from the coldness of the air. Be it the air-conditioner of their car or the chilly air anywhere else, Jaebeom would drape his jacket over her body silently, and focus back on whatever he was doing.

Or that one time when they were stranded in the rain with no umbrella. The man threw his precious leather jacket over their heads, then pulled her by the waist with one hand as he led them across the street.

It doesn't seem anything, really. But that last incident is the last straw. Jaebeom has never held her without her permission. He has always made sure not to do anything physical to her, if she doesn't consent to it. The other part of her mind argues that it was just a one-time thing. She can't really comment much on it, can she?

The easiest way to figure this out is to ask him directly. But god, wouldn't it make her look like fool? Imagine Jaebeom saying that "No, I don't have feelings for you. What made you even think that?" Or "We married because of our promise, nothing else." Ugh, this seems like an unnecessary stress on her mind.

One thing's for sure though: even if Jaebeom doesn't harbour any feelings for her, the things he do certainly has an effect on her... She wonders what kind of feeling this is...

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iii.

Jaebeom is an aspiring singer-songwriter. He has put his works out there to the world through his Soundcloud, which landed him a stable job at a local music company. She knows he's well-known in the music industry -- he's always got big projects to do, producing songs for popular idol groups out there. It's fascinating. Having known him for years, seeing him slowly gaining the recognition he deserves makes her happy.

But with bigger projects to tackle, that means longer working hours. And he will certainly bring his work home. It's frequent that Yugyeom, Jaebeom's partner, comes over to their shared apartment to continue with their projects. Usually, she would hear the same damn beat played a million times across the house. Today, it's more quiet. Perhaps, they're sourcing for inspiration? she wonders to herself. Well, it's not as if she minds the quiet ambience.

She heads to Jaebeom's room-slash-studio to call him for dinner but as she raises her hand to knock, she hears Yugyeom saying, "Hyung, you should tell her you like her--"

She freezes.

"Shut the hell up, Yugyeom. These walls are thin!" Jaebeom hisses.

"But hyung--"

"Drop it, Gyeom-ah. We're not talking about this now," Jaebeom cuts.

Her mind reeling. Jaebeom has someone he likes...? What...?

She totally misses out the footsteps on the other side, until the door swings open suddenly. She jolts in surprise, her hand still raised up.

Jaebeom is looking at her, wide-eyed, as if caught doing a heinous act.

"How long have you been standing here?" he asks after clearing his throat and his face from any expression.

"Just. I was about to knock your door but you opened it," she lies smoothly. "Dinner's ready."

"Great! I'm hungry!" Yugyeom exclaims as he jumps out of his seat and brushes past the two of them like an excited puppy. He heads to the kitchen by himself, leaving the married couple in the hallway.

Jaebeom's voice is soft and cautious as he asks, "Did you hear anything?"

She blinks up at him, trying her best to put on a blank expression. "No? Was I supposed to hear something?"

Jaebeom actually flushes. "N-no. It's great you didn't hear anything," he mumbles.

She nods, eyeing the man. "Let's eat."

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iv.

Jaebeom always lets her listen to his finished work before its official release to the public. One particular song is about wanting to get closer to another, but they can't because of certain circumstances. Another is about loving a person from afar. It bears a resemblance to Jaebeom's situation, if her thoughts are correct. And her curiosity only gets bigger.

"Your songs... It sounds real," she tries to start the topic in mind. "Do you... possibly... have feelings for someone?"

Jaebeom swivels his chair to look at her in surprise. He looks caught.

She lets out a gasp. She sputters, "You-- Wait, who is she-- Oh, wait, no--" She halts herself when her mind clicks. "Why did you agree to this marriage thing if you have someone you like?! Oh god-- What have I done??" she panics.

"Hey, relax," Jaebeom's calm voice cuts her panic. "It's nothing, don't worry."

"Don't worry?!" she repeats in anger. "How can I not worry?! You're-- Oh god, you could have been with the person you like right now, if not for this--" she gestures the space between them, "thing between us!" She buries her face into her hands, mumbling to herself, "What have I done..."

Jaebeom crouches before her, hands closing around her wrists delicately to pull them away from her face. He brushes her cheek with a knuckle, smiling softly. "It's fine, really. It's no big deal."

"How are you so calm about this?"

"It's because I don't regret anything."

"You don't regret anything?" she echoes his words. "Not even this marriage agreement between us?"

Jaebeom's smile falls just a little. There's a certain warmth in his gaze, a gentle expression on his face. It's one that she has never seen before. Well, not directed to her at the very least. "I don't."

"Why?"

"Because," he starts slowly, "you have been a great partner so far. I don't have any complaints about you."

She frowns, feeling that something is amiss. "There's something you're not telling me."

Jaebeom blinks. Then his shoulders slump. He settles on the floor, sitting cross-legged in front of her.

"You're right. There is something I haven't told you," he admits. He lets out a sigh. "But how can I, when I might risk losing everything I have?"

"What's going on--"

Jaebeom looks at her dead in the eye.

"I like you," he confesses.

She draws a deep breath.

"I don't know when it began. But after the wedding, after a few months into this marriage arrangement, I guess I developed a soft spot for you. Which gradually became real feelings. Perhaps the feelings have always been there, I don't know, but I only realized it through this marriage."

"I--" she gapes her mouth like a fish. "I thought you-- I thought you like someone else!"

Jaebeom shakes his head. "I don't. I like you."

She gasps.

"I--" Jaebeom reaches forward but she immediately rises, backing away. The man looks hurt but she can't wrap her mind around this new revelation.

"I'm sorry I need time to process this," she says hastily before striding out of his room.

---

Jaebeom seems to understand her position, so he minimizes any interaction or encounter between them. After all, she's still a little confused. It's not easy to accept the fact that Jaebeom has fallen for her when all they've ever been was close friends. Sure, she may have liked the chivalrous way Jaebeom treated her, but she doesn't think it's any indicator that she may harbour the same feelings toward her.

Anyway, Jaebeom doesn't been home for days. She doesn't even know how he's been. Is he eating alright? Is he stressed? Is he okay? She knows it's her fault -- it was her reaction to his confession that made them like this. Still, she can't help the uneasiness in her heart when Jaebeom disappears for days.

So when the man comes home in the wee hours of the night, she feels her heart pound. He looks so tired, so ragged, like a homeless person. He looks like his life got sucked out of his body.

"Jaebeom--" she calls softly.

He slowly turns, his eyes are heavy, dark circles and eye bags underneath. "Did I wake you? Sorry about that... Well, good night." He drags himself into his room and the door clicks shut.

She stands alone in the doorway of her own room. He looks horrible... She wonders if she could cheer him up. She realizes she actually misses his company. The way he would always be there for her at the end of a long day. The way he would listen to her attentively as she rants her heart out. When has she ever done the same for him? She reckons she has never.

With new determination, she pads over to his room silently, then sneaks in. Jaebeom is already fast asleep, not having changed out of his clothes. He's sprawled out on the bed, and she slowly makes her way to him. The bed dips under her weight, then she rests her head on his arm, snuggling close to him.

"Wha--?" he mumbles groggily, looking over at her.

She only shushes him, curling an arm around his waist as she joins him to sleep.

---

vi.

When she wakes, Jaebeom is still passed out. But his body is turned towards her, his breathing soft and slow. She's still got her head pillowed on his arm. Her eyes wander his face, from the two brows to the twin moles above his left eye, down to the two closed slits and to his round nose, until--

His lips, crafted perfectly like a cupid's bow. The soft pinkish color. She wonders what it feels like to kiss him.

Wait.

What?

K-kiss Jaebeom?

She jolts up, suddenly very awake. She glances back at Jaebeom and her eyes automatically lands on his lips again. Her heart pounds in her ears. Oh my god.

She stomps out, into the safe haven of her own room, her heart beating fast.

No way.

Does she actually like Jaebeom???

---

vii.

Things are still awkward between the two of them. She doesn't mention about the night she slept over at his room. Neither did Jaebeom. It's probably best to leave it for now. She wouldn't know how to face him when she's been having weird feelings since then.

Speaking of which, her mind is plagued with thoughts of Jaebeom and her newfound feelings. She has been trying to rationalize her emotions, but now, she wonders if she's in denial.

What's so bad about liking Jaebeom, anyway? she ponders. He has been a great husband. Hell, she hasn't felt this comfortable with any man before! Comparing to all the boys she has ever dated, she must admit that Jaebeom is the best among them. But wait, Jaebeom and her are not considered as dating, right? If Jaebeom is already this good, what more a real dating relationship? Or even better, a real marriage?

She blushes furiously, raising a hand to cover her face. At the same time, she accidentally knocks over a hot pot, letting out a yelp of pain. The first thing her body does is to put her hand under the running tap water. As she lets the burn cool, she looks over at the kitchen floor. The contents of the pot have spilled all over the tiled floor. She sighs. She shouldn't be this distracted while cooking.

The man who plagued her thoughts emerges from his room haphazardly, his face painted with worry. He glances over the floor before going back to her, especially on her hand.

"I'll grab the first aid kit," Jaebeom says. He comes back, calling her over with a hand held out for her to grab. He then leads her to the couch in the living room, sitting her down and opening the kit. He takes the seat next to her, their knees knocking.

Jaebeom helps to apply a burn cream onto her hand. She will never admit this, but his touch is more scalding than the heat of the pot. She flushes.

"What happened?" he asks gently as he rolls a bandage around her hand.

"I just--" She makes the mistake of looking up. She realizes how close they are. Jaebeom's face is just a few inches away. She can hear his soft breathing. She can even count his lashes. Embarrassed, she averts her eyes, mumbling, "I got distracted, that's all."

"You should be more careful," Jaebeom says, closing the kit and putting it away afterwards. "Just rest, okay? I'll clean the kitchen. We can just order in today."

She nods. Jaebeom heads to the kitchen and starts to clear the spill on the floor. She watches as he picks the soggy vegetables and dispose it into the bin. She slumps in her seat. All she wanted was to cook a simple soup for dinner. Now, Jaebeom who is busy has to clean the mess she made. She feels sorry.

So she turns on her phone and places an order on Jaebeom's favorite from his favorite restaurant.

---

viii.

After coming to terms with her own self, she decides that it's time for them to settle this awkwardness between them.

She knocks onto Jaebeom's door and the man lets her in. He looks a little worried, a little uncertain about what's happening.

"It's about us," she begins once she settled comfortably on his bed.

"Oh," he lets out.

"Look, I-- Um--" she stutters. She breathes out then starts again, "When you confessed to me, I just... I didn't know what to make sense of it. So I'm sorry with how I behaved afterwards. I just didn't know how to deal with it."

"It's fine, I understand," Jaebeom says softly.

"But I just can't stop thinking about it," she adds.

Jaebeom leans forward now, quick to assure her. "Hey, look... If you're uncomfortable living with me, I can move out. We can just sign the divorce papers. It's not a big deal."

She shakes her head. "It is a big deal--! I just--"

The man smiles weakly. "You don't have to force yourself to live with me. I'm not hurt if you don't return my feelings. I understand really. I have made you uncomfortable--"

"No, Jaebeom!!" she nearly shrieks. "What I mean to say is-- I think I-- I think I like you too..." Heat rises in her cheeks and she knows without doubt that her face is as red as a tomato.

Jaebeom stares blankly at her, stupefied.

"I've been thinking a lot about it," she continues. "Back then, I thought... It isn't a bad idea to marry you. But now..." Embarrassed, she's staring at her lap, afraid to look at Jaebeom's face. "I want you. And I want to spend the rest of my life with you," she confesses.

Jaebeom moves forward, kneeling on the floor, a hand gently cupping her left cheek.

"Do you really mean that?"

She nods, blushing.

Jaebeom smiles, his eyes forming crescents. "Spending my life with you, I'd love that."

She looks at him, face gleaming with happiness. Her eyes accidentally look down to his lips and she turns redder. She looks away quickly, abashed.

Jaebeom must have noticed this as he follows her face, peering at her. His hand is still pressed against her cheek. "Can I kiss you?" he asks softly.

She gulps. What does it feel like? her mind wonders. She tilts her chin up, a silent agreement. She watches as Jaebeom moves closer and shuts her eyes when he's just a breath away. Their lips gently brush against each other, and it already feels otherworldly. The moment their lips connect... God, it feels so good. She feels how plump and soft his lips are. And god, the way he rolls his lips against hers... It's electric.

She swears that is the best kiss she has ever had. Reluctantly, they pull apart for air, both their chests heaving. Jaebeom doesn't move away though, he presses their foreheads together. Her eyes feel heavy as she opens them. Jaebeom is already staring back, as if he couldn't believe that they kissed.

"Is this real?" he whispers.

"Yes, it is," she answers before lunging forward. Jaebeom topples backwards, his head hitting the floor with a thud. She worries, but the man laughs it off, giddy with happiness, so she can't help but smile along. She leans down, pressing a quick kiss onto his lips. Jaebeom stares up at her fondly, tucking her hair behind her ear. That hand cups her neck, and he directs her for another kiss. His other arm tightens around her waist, pinning her close. They kiss like teenagers, when chemicals are high.

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heathenarmyimagines · 5 years

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Title: A Different Time

Summary: After a bit more chaos the day finally chills out.

Pairing: Ivar x Reader

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Part One, Part Two, Part Three, Part Four, Part Five, Part Six, Part Seven, Part Eight, Part Nine, Part Ten, Part Eleven, Part Twelve, Part Thirteen, Part Fourteen

You were unsure what to do, who to comfort first.

Ubbe and Hvitserk had each other, and Lagertha was taming Bjorn. So Ivar it was.

You went around to your room and walked through the connecting bathroom.

‘Ivar?’ you called softly as you entered the room, trying to prepare whatever disaster you might walk in on.

What you saw when you walked in proved you were right to be tense, Ivar was on the ground as if he had fallen from his chair and he was convulsing.

You rushed to his side and take him into arms, at first you thought you he was having a seizure, but you looked at his face and saw that his, while wide with fear, they were focused.

A panic attack.

‘Its OK Ivar, I’m right here, I’m with you.’ you said.

Still he couldn’t get in good breath.

‘OK, listen to me Ivar, we are going to take a deep breath. Breath in for four seconds.’ you said before taking a breath, making sure to watch Ivar do the same.

‘Good, good; now lets just hold it in for five seconds. One, two, three, four, five; now let it all out.’ you instructed,

Ivar let out a long sigh and seemed to calm down a bit, you and he did the exercise a few times until he was calm enough to speak.

‘There you go.’ you sighed in relief.

‘Sigurd will never forgive me no matter what I sacrifice...I will never forgive me.’ Ivar sobbed.

‘We will never return to Kattegat and it will be my fault because I killed him...my own brother.’ he cried.

You held him close.

‘Don’t you lose hope Ivar, things will get better, we’ll figure something out. For right now why don’t you get in bed and I’ll tuck you in and you can sleep until you feel better.’ you offered.

He wiped his eyes before he nodded and pull himself up onto the bed.

You pulled the covers over him and rubbed his hair gently ran a hand through his hair before you kissed his forehead.

‘Sweet dreams Ivar.’ you whispered.

Ivar didn’t say anything back, he just turned over and pulled the covers over his head, the way a child would after a bad day at school.

You sighed sadly before you turned and left the room.

Once you were back in the hall you were about to go and check on Ubbe and Hvitserk when you heard a knock on the door.

You waled over to the door and looked through the peephole.

Alvin.

You rolled your eyes as you open the door.

‘You really couldn’t have chosen a worse time to show up unannounced.’ you said as you stepped outside closing the door behind you.

‘If I had called you wouldn’t have answered.’

‘No I’d answer...and tell you I don’t want you near my damn house.’ you sassed as you folded your arms.

‘Please (Y/N) let’s just talk, just the two of us. There isn’t a girl in my car and I even deleted every girl I had in my phone. I just...I want you back.’ he said reaching out to grab you by the waist.

You backed away from him.

‘What you do now doesn’t change what you did, or all the girls you did it with Alvin. So try peddling that “baby I want you back” shtick for the next girl, maybe she’ll fall for it.’ you said.

‘I’m not peddling anything, I miss you. I know I was wrong going out looking for sex behind your back. You weren’t ready, I respected that and didn’t want to force you, but I wasn’t patient enough to wait for you to be ready and found someone else.’

‘A lot of someones.’ you said.

‘Yes a lot...and each time it was wrong. The other girls they were just...sex and nudes, you were everything that mattered. A person to talk to, a friend I could trust and a good girl to bring home and settle down with.’

‘I was good to you Alvin, better than you deserved. I don’t like making the same mistake twice. We were a mistake; I’m not ready for sex, you aren’t ready wait for sex.’ you reasoned.

‘I’m ready to wait for you now.’

‘It’s too late Alvin.’ you said.

Just when Alvin was going to speak the door opened and there stood Bjorn, Ubbe, Hvitserk and Lagertha.

‘Who the hell is these people?’ he asked as he tensed up his body language.

‘We heard the door open and thought maybe it was Sigurd again.’ Hvitserk said as he looked at Alvin.

‘Is this Alvin?’ Lagertha asked.

‘Yes, he was just leaving.’ you said as you tried to herd them back into the house.

‘The one who made you cry? This is that Alvin?’ Ubbe asked as his looked your ex up and down, sizing him up.

‘Yes, everyone jus-

‘Good, just what I needed after the day I’ve had.’ Bjorn said as he stepped past you and got in Alvin’s face.

‘You got a problem old head?’ Alvin asked defensively getting in a fighting stance.

Bjorn didn’t seem to notice the change in position at all, he just grabbed Alvin by his shoulders and lifted him off the ground.

‘What the fuck?! Let go of me old man!’

‘Bjorn put him down! No fighting! I told you no fighting!’ you yelled as you tried to make the beast of a man put down your poor ex.

With a heavy sigh and the roll of his eyes he dropped Alvin like a sack of potatoes.

‘All of you inside, we’ll talk later.’ you said as you went to help Alvin stand back up.

They all spared Alvin one last look before they went back inside.

‘Nah, what the hell was that shit who the hell were they and why they in yo house?!’ Alvin yelled angrily.

‘Foreigners! I rented out some of the rooms for extra pocket money, they stay here until their visas expire. They were who I bought the clothes for at Walmart, I was going to tell you but you looked busy.’ you lied.

‘That big ass old motherfucker...tell his ass to get back out here!’ Alvin said angrily.

‘No! That man is veteran a damn good one from the stories he’s told he could kill you! Alvin just go, we are over and that old man is just having a bad day and so are you. Please please please just walk away, don’t tell anyone don’t call the cops or they could get in serious trouble. Alvin please do this one thing for me if you ever cared at all, just walk away and forget this.’ you begged.

He was still angry, you could see that, but he looked at you and sighed before he nodded.

‘I don’t snitch...not even on big ass old heads.’ he said.

You sighed with relief.

‘Thank you.’

‘Don’t sweat it...and (Y/N), I am sorry for what I did. If by some miracle you ever decided to give me a second chance I’d take it, and I would be better.’ he said before he turned and left.

You watched him get in his truck and drive off.

Now that he was gone you had a whole other monster to deal with inside.

You went inside and there they were on the couch with faces ready for a scolding.

‘I’m not mad or disappointed so I’m not going to yell, none of us need that right now. Today has been...today fucking sucked.’ you said bluntly.

‘I had to work, I got sexually harassed and you all have had a visit from your brother, my ex popped up and you nearly got into a second fight after we had avoided the first.’ you summarized.

‘Yes today...fucking sucked.’ Lagertha agreed.

‘I say we spend the rest of this long ass day watching TV, and eating our feelings. That’s how most people handle a bad day.’ you said as you set the TV up and pushed play on the show.

You head back into the kitchen to get a few bags of chips and Little Debbie snack cakes from the pantry, using your shoe to prop the door open just in case.

You came back into the living living room and put all the goods on the table and opened a few, showing them how to eat the snacks before you sat down on the love seat and opened a bag of Cheetos while the show played.

You all fall into a comfortable silence while watching Merlin, the vikings didn’t ask questions they just sat on the couch and ate.

Finally, things were chilled...for now at least.

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reallydumbdannyphantomaus · 5 years

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hell yeah, here i am with chapter four my good bitches! i hope to start cranking these out every other tuesday, but don’t hold me to that lol. nonetheless, please enjoy the fourth chapter, in which danny considers kwan

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Chapter 4

When Danny woke up Sunday morning, the pain in his side had receded to a dull ache. Lifting his shirt, he felt along the tender area, which had been purple and swollen last night but was now yellowed and even. He prodded his ribcage. It hurt, sure, but it was a far cry from last night’s mind-numbing agony.

He took a deep breath. Held it. Let it out. A burn in his side, but otherwise it was fine.

“What the hell,” he said to himself. Was it a new ghost power? Should he text Kwan about this? Or would that be weird?

“Hey Danny?” Jazz said through his door, rapping her knuckles on the frame. He jerked his head up at the noise, shoving down his pajama shirt to cover the bruise.

His voice cracked. “Yeah?”

“Can I come in?”

“Uh, sure.”

The door swung open with a creak and Jazz stepped in, closing it behind her with a soft click . She hesitated, then moved to join Danny on the bed.

“I don’t know what’s going on with you lately,” she said.

He looked away. “What are you talking about?”

Jazz raised an eyebrow at him. “Danny. I’ve driven you to school since Wednesday. You would never willingly spend that much time with me unless you were avoiding something—or someone —else.”

Danny winced and stared at his hands.

Sighing, Jazz placed her hand on his knee. “Look, I’m not trying to force you to talk to me. But you should talk to Sam and Tucker. They’ve been your friends for years. You can’t honestly tell me you’re okay with losing them like this. Because you will lose them if you keep this up.”

As she spoke, Danny hunched over further. “What can I even say to them?”

“Try the truth,” Jazz said, “even if the truth is that you can’t tell them just yet. If they’re the friends you think they are, they’ll understand.”

“Even Sam?”

“Yeah,” she said with a chuckle, “even Sam.”

Danny hugged himself.

“Just… think about it, okay?” Jazz said. She tucked a strand of his hair behind his ear and Danny leaned into the touch. “You’ll be okay, little brother.”

“Thanks,” Danny said around the lump in his throat. Jazz lingered, rubbing his shoulder for a moment, before she pressed a kiss to his forehead and walked out.

Rolling over on the bed, Danny picked up his phone off the nightstand and pulled up his messages, scrolling back through the ones from Sam and Tucker over the past few days.

From: Sam

hey danny where’d you go? you vanished after lunch

dude you ok

dude

are you seriously ignoring us

what the fuck danny

youre getting rides from jazz to avoid us???

seriously did we do something wrong?

danny please just talk to us

From: Tucker

sam’s wigging out cause you ran out at lunch. you good?

hey dude not trying to pry but youve been mia today are you ok

we’re still on for thursday right

dude this is not cool

Then there was the message he’d sent them both on Thursday letting them know he wouldn’t make it, and a flurry of messages after that asking him what was going on. All of which he’d ignored. He hadn’t been able to hide his issues from them, so he’d hid from them altogether.

But Jazz was right. He owed his friends an explanation, even if all he had was a shitty one.

To: Tucker

hey dude. im really sorry ive been ghosting you. and its not ok and i get that. and i do have a reason, but i cant really tell you what it is. not yet at least. im so sorry dude tho and i will buy you your weight in nasty burgers to make up for it

Danny sent the message, heart pounding. He felt like he’d had ten cups of coffee, jittery and refreshing his messages over and over to see if Tucker had replied.

And Tucker would be the easy one here.

After an eternity of a minute, his phone buzzed.

From: Tucker

hey, it’s ok

i mean im still kinda mad i guess

but i’ll get over it once you buy me those burgers im sure

Letting out a long breath, Danny allowed himself to smile. Tucker was a great friend.

From: Tucker

and i’m here whenever you want to talk about it

To: Tucker

thanks. and when im ready, you’ll be the first to know i promise

But now he had to apologize to Sam, who could turn grudge-holding into an Olympic event. She was amazing to have as a friend: fun and funny and loyal and kind, and Danny wanted to make up with her, but she got over things on her own schedule. There was little Danny could do to speed it along beyond apologizing.

To: Sam [Draft]

hey, i’m really sorry i never responded to any of your texts and was avoiding you for the past few days. you and tucker both deserved better than that, and i’m sorry. and i’m also sorry that i still can’t really tell you whats going on with me. i don’t really understand it myself yet, but it has nothing to do with you or tucker and everything to do with me. but i am sorry

Danny paused, finger hovering over the send button. It did have a little bit to do with her, after all, and what she’d said in the lunchroom. But she had no idea he’d even heard that, and would hardly be fair for him to continue holding that against her. She was worried about him because she cared. She didn’t deserve for him to keep holding what had happened before against her.

He took a deep breath and hit send.

She didn’t respond right away like Tucker. She’d told him once before that she never texted when angry or else she might say something she’d regret. It would be a while before she cooled off enough to talk to him again.

Even though he knew it would happen, he couldn’t stop his heart from pounding at every second that went by without a response. He pulled up some slow music and laid back down in his bed, closing his eyes and praying for sleep he knew wouldn’t come.

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Danny spent the day in his room, catching up on all the homework he’d ignored the past week. He still turned invisible and intangible sometimes without warning, but it didn’t matter as much when his door was closed.

It was extra practice; the more he did it, the more he could identify the electric hum in his veins and separate it from his normal energy. Invisibility was a high pitched buzz under his skin, intangibility was a lower frequency, and normal was in the middle. To stop them from popping up when he didn’t want, he had to keep it at the middle frequency.

It was a lot easier than even two days ago, for sure. He could mostly keep the buzz in the back of his mind now. Stressing too much about it sent the frequencies all out of whack, so if he kept his mind clear, he could keep it under control. He’d even slept through the night without falling through his mattress.

He kind of hated that Kwan had been right about it, but he loved feeling even somewhat normal much more.

Danny frowned. Kwan, annoying and dickish though he may be, was strangled for a while yesterday. He’d insisted he was fine, but there could be any number of complications they weren’t aware of. Danny wasn’t sure how much he could trust Kwan’s self-diagnosis.

He should check on him. Just to be sure.

To: Kwan

hows your neck

He threw his phone down on the bed and turned back to his algebra homework, but it buzzed half a second later. He flung himself onto the mattress to reach it, only a slight twinge in his ribs, and unlocked the screen to a new text.

From: Kwan

hurts, but it’s fine

mom’s been freaking out tho. she almost took me to the er but i talked her out of it. she knows i’m lying about how it happened

To: Kwan

oof did you get in trouble

From: Kwan

not yet. i think she thinks the injuries are punishment enough that i won’t do it again

To: Kwan

i certainly hope so. i’m not looking for a repeat of that experience

From: Kwan

same

how’re your ribs

Danny pulled up his shirt again. Twenty-four hours later, the bruises were almost gone. It shouldn’t be possible, but here he was.

He snapped a picture of the damage and typed out another text.

To: Kwan

well, it’s better

[one picture attached]

From: Kwan

what the fuck

what the fuck what the fuck what the fuuuuuucccckkkk

is it a ghost thing do you think

To: Kwan

what else would it be?

From: Kwan

point

shit tho how did this get even weirder

at least you shouldn’t have any trouble wearing your binder to school tomorrow

Danny’s breath caught in his throat. He hadn’t even thought about his binder or school tomorrow—but Kwan had. Kwan had thought about whether Danny would be able to wear his binder, something that was important to Danny but didn’t matter at all to Kwan.

At least, he’d thought it didn’t.

To: Kwan

yeah

Maybe he should say something else, but what could he say? “Thanks for caring”? That would either come off as sarcastic or pathetic, neither of which was ideal.

He locked his phone and laid back on the bed, one arm hanging over his eyes. It buzzed in his hand a minute later and he glanced down to see a new text.

From: Sam

i’m glad ur ok but im definitely still pissed. i’ll let you know when im not

Danny grimaced. Sam wouldn’t talk to him for the next few days, at least. Sam knew herself and her temper; she knew how destructive she could be towards her relationships when she was angry. She only yelled at people she didn’t care about offending. Stressful as it was, her reticence was a good sign.

To: Sam

and i am sorry

From: Sam

i know

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A week passed.

Sam thawed toward him around lunchtime on Tuesday. She started pestering him with questions about when he’d be back on for Doomed (he was free that night), how many things exploded in his house over the weekend (six, counting the pie), and if he knew why Kwan looked like he’d gone ten rounds with an extension cord (she didn’t expect him to answer this one).

He still had bouts of invisibility and intangibility, but it was reasonable, and getting easier every day. He turned in his late lab work to Lancer. He carried a beaker on Wednesday without dropping it—after dropping two others on Monday when Sam still refused to look at him, but still. Progress.

Kwan, though. Kwan was another issue.

They met up on Monday again, in the same forest clearing. Danny had thought maybe, after Saturday, they were kinda-sorta something like friends. Bonds forged in the fire of a ghost octopus (ectopus, Kwan had said) battle, and all that. Well, friends was an overstatement. But maybe… friendly acquaintances. The kind that nod to each other in the hallway when no one else is looking.

That afternoon, however, Kwan seldom glanced up from his Sports Illustrated Magazine. It was the exact same copy he’d had before, and he sat under a tree, scanning each page like they would tell him who would win the Superbowl this year, or whatever it was jocks cared about.

The bruises on Kwan’s neck had dulled to a purple-brown by Monday afternoon. His hand would drift up to rub at it every few minutes, and sometimes he would wince as he swallowed, but he never looked at Danny.

It pissed him off.

“Okay, dude, what’s your deal?”

Kwan licked his thumb and flicked the page. “I don’t have a deal.”

“Uh huh. So that’s why you’re rereading the same sports magazine you’ve read like six times before.”

“I learn new things every time.”

Danny pinched the bridge of his nose. “What, are you mad at me or something?”

“No.”

“So why the silent treatment?”

“Why the questions?” Kwan flipped the page. “We’re not friends. Why the fuck do you even care?”

Danny huffed. “I don’t, I’m just curious why you’re mad all of a sudden.”

“I’m not mad,” Kwan said. He put down the magazine and gestured to his neck. “But I can’t play in the game this Saturday because of this and Dash isn’t talking to me.”

“Look, dude, I’m sorry about that, but I did the best I—”

Kwan rolled his eyes. “Seriously. Not mad. But we’re not friends dude. I’m never going to talk to you again after this. You’ve already got this pretty much figured out—it’s just practice at this point. I’ll uphold my end of the deal, but I’m not doing anything else that could jeopardize my standing with my friends, capiche?”

“And by ‘anything that could jeopardize your standing’, you mean… talking to me?”

A shrug. “Pretty much.”

“Just a thought: if talking to me could get you kicked out of your friends, maybe they’re shitty friends.”

Kwan picked his magazine back up. “You don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about.”

Danny snorted. “And for a second there I almost thought you weren’t a dick. Glad we’ve cleared that up.”

“Whatever.”

On Tuesday, Danny texted Kwan not to bother coming over Thursday. Kwan responded with a thumbs up emoji. Danny almost sent back a middle finger emoji, but instead shoved the phone in his pocket.

Whatever. This was always going to happen. They weren’t friends.

He spent the rest of the week practicing his powers and playing Doomed with Sam and Tucker and then scrambling to do his homework after playing Doomed into the wee hours of the night. He did extra chores around the house for some cash and bought Tucker his promised hamburgers. He wheedled Jazz into helping him buy a fancy plant for Sam’s greenhouse. He slept. He ate.

It was good. It was normal.

He settled.

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Last period English was the only time of the day Danny saw Kwan. It had been a week since he’d last spoken to him. He snuck glances at Kwan as Lancer droned on about the green light in The Great Gatsby. Kwan didn’t look at him once.

It wasn’t a cold shoulder, exactly; Danny might have preferred if it was. Kwan wouldn’t ignore him if he asked him something, he was sure. But Kwan wouldn’t offer anything up either. It was the status quo. It was indifference.

It pissed him off.

“So, class,” Lancer said, his marker squeaking across the whiteboard, “who can tell me what the green light is an example of?”

A wave of cold swamped Danny’s body and he gasped, his breath coming out blue-white just like in the woods.

Then, he spotted a green glow outside the window. Flying out across the football field was the ectopus from before. Two rows up, Kwan had gone rigid, head turned toward the window as well. Danny remembered the look on Kwan’s face, turning blue as the ectopus squeezed his neck. Kwan could have died. If Danny hadn’t done something, he would have.

“Mr. Lancer,” Danny said, raising his hand before he could think too long about it. “I need to go to the bathroom.”

Kwan jerked back to look at him, and unreadable look on his face. Danny ignored him

Lancer sighed. “Mr. Fenton, the bell will ring in five minutes. Surely you can wait.”

The ectopus vanished over the stadium. If he didn’t leave now, he’d never find it. “Can’t wait,” he said, running out the door. “See you tomorrow!”

“Mr. Fenton, get back—”

Lancer’s words cut off behind him as the door closed and he raced into the nearest janitor’s closet to transform into his ghost-self. His mouth was dry and bitter, his hands sweaty. He couldn’t believe he was doing this at all, but, if he was going to do it, the last thing he needed was someone recognizing him when he left the school building. His ghost form still looked pretty much the same, but the white hair and the glowing and the flying should throw people off.

At least, he hoped so.

-----

“All right,” he said, floating through the trees, “where did you run off to?”

As he scanned the forest, his flight gave out and he landed on his feet with a thud and a wince as he jarred his ankles.

“Right,” he said, smacking himself in the forehead. “I kinda suck at this still.”

Walking it was.

He’d only been walking for a few minutes when he heard a twig snap behind him. Whirling around, he pulled his fist back to punch—

—and it was Kwan. There in his stupid letterman jacket, lips pressed into a thin line and nostrils flared, storming through the underbrush.

“What the hell?” Danny said, lowering his fist.

“Oh, don’t give me that,” Kwan said, jamming his finger into Danny’s chest.. “What happened to keeping all this a secret?”

Grabbing Kwan’s arm, he moved his finger out of the way. “What are you talking about? I didn’t tell anyone.”

“No, you just ran out in the middle of class to go fight a ghost!”

“That’s why I look like this, idiot! No one will recognize me, even if they do see me.”

Kwan dragged a hand down his face. “Dude, you look practically the same.”

“It works for Superman.”

“It works for— Superman is a fictional-fucking-character, shitbrain.”

“Look, I’m not planning on this being a regular thing, okay? But that ghost is still out there. It nearly killed you last weekend, and there’s no guarantee that it won’t try that with someone else. I can’t just let that happen.”

Kwan paced across the ground. “This isn’t your fucking origin story, Fenton. And you don’t even know what that thing wants! Maybe it just wants to chill; ever think of that?”

Sighing, Danny gestured at where Kwan still had a faint bruise. “Tell that to your neck.”

“You’re the one who’s always saying I’m a dick. I probably pissed it off or something.”

“Dude, even if that were true, that doesn’t make this thing safe it that’s how it has a temper tantrum. I have to do something.” Danny was yelling now. He didn’t mean to, he was sure, but he was yelling because Kwan just didn’t get it and how did he not get it? People could die. This meant so much more than their stupid deal.

“No you don’t,” Kwan said. “You don’t have a responsibility or anything like that. You’re just some kid.”

Danny smiled at that, slow and sad. “Don’t I?”

That stopped Kwan’s pacing. “What are you talking about?”

“Kwan. How do you think that ghost got here?”

Kwan sucked in air through his teeth. “The portal.”

Their eyes met.

Danny’s heart clenched in his chest. He pictured Tucker, being flung around by the ectopus. Jazz, her face turning blue. His parents, knocked out cold on the floor of their lab. “We let that thing out. I should probably put it back, don’t you think?”

“Yeah, but… how are you going to do that? Are you just going to drag it by its tentacles around town? Throw it into the portal and hope it stays there? Do you even have a plan?”

Shrugging, Danny turned back to where he’d last seen the ectopus. “I’ll figure it out once I track it down.”

Kwan yelled after him. “Well… well fine, then! Go fight a ghost! Just don’t come crying to me when you die for real.”

As he ran further into the forest, Danny didn’t look back.

#danny phantom #my fic #dp switch #fyi i will start using the dp switch tag for any content related to this story

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Who: Jake Gyllenhaal and Anna Kendrick

What: After Jake and Anna catch up, she calls him wasted and one thing leads to another. The two talk about what couldve of been between them.

Where: Anna’s home in California

When: July 14th, 2019

Trigger Warnings: slight nsfw just in case? lol

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Anna: The previous conversation Anna had with Jake almost broke her. She knew this day was coming, but she never knew when. It wasn't right for her to keep that from him, but Anna was terrified of it becoming a reality and when it wasn't she was crushed but relieved. After all these years, Jake admitted that he was in love with her and Anna didn't know what to feel or how to react to that. A million thoughts were running through her mind right now and all she felt like doing was getting wasted, and that's exactly what she did. Grabbing three beers from her fridge, it didn't take much for the tiny actress to get bombed. Anna downed the first two, and as she was almost done with her third one, Anna picked up her phone and dialed the one number she shouldn't of. Hoping he didn't pick up, Anna heard someone say hello and the actress slurred her words "I.." Stopping herself, Anna took a sip of her beer and pushed her hair out of her face "I liked Nora. I mean, when the stick didn't turn positive I was relieved but I was kind of dissapointed. If I was pregnant and if it was a girl, I would've liked Nora." She said into the phone, sounding plastered.

Jake: After the conversation with Anna, Jake didn't really know what to think. Everything they'd talked about was going through his head. He couldn't believe she'd kept the pregnancy scare from him. If he'd known, he'd have been there, he'd have helped her but now she was telling him after all these years felt like a massive blow. It wasn't like he had room to talk anyway. He'd hid that he was in love with her for so long. Everything about the conversation just hurt. He sighed, getting up from his couch and heading over to grab a bottle of beer to try and help calm himself but his attention was caught when his phone rang. "Hello..." he said curiously as he finally grabbed a beer, resting it on the counter. Then he heard the voice he didn't know if he wanted to hear at that moment. "Anna? ...what are you talking about?" His heart dropped as he heard her talk about the scare again, a sigh passing his lips. "You can't call me up and say this shit to me right now. You sound wasted."

Anna: She didn’t know how to feel. All of this was too much, and maybe getting wasted wasn’t the best idea but Anna needed to do something to numb the pain. She wanted him and missed him and needed him, especially now and Anna couldnt tell him that, now yet anyway. As he answered the phone and heard his voice, Anna took another sip of her beer and then walked to the fridge to grab another. Sighing, Anna continued with “I thought Nora sounded good with Gyllenhaal.” She was wasted, and Anna let out a frustrated groan when he had called her out on it “I’m not fucking wasted! I’m fine” Anna rolled her eyes

Jake: This was killing Jake. Everything about it. For so long they’d both kept things from each other and now it was out there and he wasn’t sure how to deal with it. Normally, he’d close himself off and act like it didn’t bother him but he couldn’t with this. This was far too serious for him to blow off. Hearing her say the name she’d have wanted for their kid felt like a stab to his heart. “Don’t, Anna. Please,” he spoke quietly as if that was going to hide how much this was hurting him right now. “Don’t say that to me. You can’t say that to me. It’s not fair.” He huffed, rolling his eyes while he played around with the label on his bottle of beer just as a minor distraction. “You are fucking wasted. What’re you calling me for anyway? You could’ve called any other single person you know but of course it had to be me.” Was he a little annoyed? Sure but he knew that she was upset just like he was so he couldn’t blame her. “How much have you drank?”

Anna: Anna didn’t know how to feel. If she was being honest with herself, she felt numb. But she also felt confused and pissed off and upset. All different kind of emotions and Anna didnt feel like dealing with it. This was too much and Anna just wasnt in the mood. “I’m just saying.” Anna said quietly, finishing her third beer and then took the cap off of the fourth one after putting her third on the kitchen table. “I’m not fucking wasted. Because I fucking miss you and you cant just fucking tell me you were in love with me and then not...” Stopping herself, Anna felt herself getting choked up and she drummed her fingers on the island and took a breath “I’m on my fourth beer.” Anna said “Can you just.. can you...” Shaking her head, Anna laughed “You seriously couldn’t have told me back then that you were in love with me?”

Jake: “Well, just don’t.” Jake said, frustration laced in his voice. Not because he was mad at her but because he just didn’t know how to handle this. It was a lot. More than he was was he supposed to deal with the fact that she’d been in love with him too and was almost pregnant with his kid. He couldn’t stop thinking about what could’ve been. “You are fucking wasted. Stop being stubborn.” His heart almost leapt out of his chest when she said she missed him. He missed her too even if he didn’t want to admit that out loud at that moment. “And you can’t fucking tell me you thought you were pregnant with my kid just like that either. You should’ve told me then but you didn’t and... whatever.” He was almost tempted to end the conversation right then and there but he couldn’t. Anyone else it would’ve been easy but not Anna. “Fuck, Anna. Why did you have to call me?” He sounded almost defeated. Ignoring her last comment, he decided he’d had enough of talking about this over the phone. “I’m coming over. Don’t argue it just unlock the damn door so I can come in and don’t drink anything else.”

Anna: Anna let him talk. There was nothing else for her to say, she had a million thoughts running through her mind but Anna couldnt think of them right now. There was no point in fighting with him because if she fought with him then she would’ve wanted to get more drunk. When he called her stubborn, Anna bit her lips and smiled softly to herself. “I know. Im sorry.” Anna whispered, keeping this too herself and getting wasted wasnt helping. “Because I wanted to hear your voice.” Anna said, taking another sip of her beer but then took a breath and pushed her hair out of her face “Jake..” Was all she could say before she ended the phone call. Still in her pajamas from this morning, Anna took another sip of her beer ignoring Jake.

Jake: As he was about to say something, the line went dead. Confused, he pulled his phone away from his ear to look at it. She’d hung up on him. It wasn’t really a surprise but that wasn’t stopping him from doing what he said. He REALLY was going to go over to her place. He had to. This wasn’t how this was going to end - there was no way. So, he grabbed his keys and headed out without question. Maybe going over wasn’t the best idea. They hadn’t seen each other in a while and with everything that was out there now it would probably end up with them arguing, doing something they shouldn’t or her just completely ignoring him. Whatever the consequence, he had to see her. His heart was pounding against his chest as he pulled up outside her place. Part of him was screaming at him to go back home but he fought it, stepping out of the car and to her front door. After a deep breath in and out to collect himself, he knocked on the door. “Anna. Open the door. Please.”

Anna: She didn’t know why she hung up on him but she did. All Anna wanted to do was cry and yell but that would be childish, but the women didnt care. He was coming over and Anna looked like he’ll, she felt embarrassed and sick to her stomach. Sitting on the couch with her knees pulled up to her chest, Anna held on tight and the brunette took another sip of her beer. Getting lost within her thoughts, Ann jumped a little when she heard the knock on the door. Hearing his voice, Anna took a breath and closed her eyes, feeling tears fall down her face. Clearing her throat, Anna got up and opened the door “I don’t know why you’re here Jake. I’m fine.” Anna said, rolling her eyes and folding her arms across her chest.

Jake joined the chat 3 hours ago

Jake: He really wished this was a situation he could run from and just forget ever happened but he couldn’t. It was Anna and with everything they’d talked about, walking away from it would be too hard for him. As hard as it would be they needed to talk face to face. Jake stood there, hands stuffed into his jeans pocket. After a few minutes, he heard the door open and came face to face with her for the first time in a while. He knew he’d missed her but seeing her made it hit him like a ton of bricks. He really, really wished it’d have been under different circumstances. “Oh yeah, totally fine. Fine people always call their ex up drunk as fuck,” he said, sarcastically. It was silent for a few minutes, Jake not daring to make eye contact with her. This was so out of his comfort zone but he has to try. He wanted to. “Can I come in or are you going to make me stay out here so we can be like a cliche romance movie.”

Anna: As soon as she saw him, Anna took a breath and looked him up and down. He had not changed one bit and Anna was still very attracted to him, but who wouldnt be? Chewing on her lips, Annas arms were still folded against her chest and the women just let him talk again. This was way too hard and the actress wished she didnt have to deal with this but she did at some point and today was that day. “You’re an asshole.” Anna said, shaking her head and then motioned for him to come in “Ive been traveling and working so the place is a mess.” Anna slurred, her eyes red and fired from crying

jake: Seeing her stood in front of him brought back all the memories from when they were together. And, now knowing that they’d both been in love with each other and were idiots who never told each other, it hurt so much more. He could tell she’d been crying and he really wanted to hug her and tell her it’d be okay but he didn’t know if he should. “Yeah, I know,” he shrugged, stepping inside her place and closing the door behind him. “I don’t care. I care about you and why you’re here getting so drunk that you call me up. I know you probably don’t want me here and you’d rather just get drunk and be miserable by yourself but I’m sorry. I can’t let you do that.”

Anna: All she saw was what could of been. What her son or daughter could’ve looked like if she was pregnant that whole week she was late. This was killing her and keeping this whole thing to herself and not talking about it, Anna felt like an idiot and wished she had talked to Aubrey about it more. She wished she had just told him, Anna swallows the lump in her throat and chewed the inside of her cheeks “I shouldn’t even have my phone. I was about to call Ben but I didnt.” Anna said, walking further into her home. There were boxes with Bens name on it and Anna took a breath “He’s picking up his stuff next week. Haven’t had a chance to send his things to him.” She laughed but and took another sip of her beer looking at him “Why? I’ll be 34 Jake, I can do whatever I want.” Anna said snippy, and shook her head while rolling her eyes “I just don’t get why you’re here since you probably hate me right now.”

jake: He was really trying his best not to think about the fact that if they’d have still been together and she really had been pregnant and told him that they’d probably be a big happy family right now. That was too much for him to handle. A family was something Jake wanted so badly but anytime he tried it just didn’t work out for him. It was something he’d pretty much given up on by now. He really wished he’d have told her how he’d felt back then. Maybe things would’ve been different. He couldn’t change it, though. All he could do was focus on now and at least try and deal with their situation right now. “No shit you shouldn’t have your phone.” He followed her, eyeing the boxes with a frown. It was never good to have your exes stuff laying around. “Don’t give me that attitude, Anna. It’s not just my fault that you’re feeling how you are right now. I feel the exact same way but I’m not drinking my feelings away.” He stopped for a second to look at her and shake his head. “Hate you? You’re insane. I don’t hate you. I’m… upset with you but I don’t hate you. I could never.”

Anna: She didnt even tell her mom, and right now all Anna needed and wanted was to talk to her mom. But her mom was someone who wanted grandchildren and marriage from and for her daughter but Anna was cut out for it. She loved Jake, she was so in love with him and if she would’ve told him back then then Annas whole life couldve been something different. It was bothering her so much, this whole thing was bothering her and maybe she shouldve still kept it to herself but Anna didnt realize how hard it was going to be to deal with this. “If Aubrey or Rebel we’re here then they would’ve taken my phone but they’re not.” Anna said taking a breath and pushing her hair out of her face, the actress finished her beer and placed it on her coffee table next to the other ones “I’m sorry that I’m fucking not as strong as you are Jake. I’m sorry that I fucking turn to alcohol when things get rough for me.” Throwing her hands up in the air in defense, Anna sat down on the couch and looked at him “Can we just.. can we talk about something else other than this? Other than us?” Anna said quickly, wanting so badly to change the subject “I’m.. I don’t know how to deal with this.” Anna said, she got up and walked closer to him “I don’t want to deal with this.”

Jake: Relationships never worked out for Jake. Whether it be him or the other person, he never seemed to be able to hold one down. It was like whenever he did start to get to the point of settling down, he self destructed just like he had with Anna. He’d sabotaged that by not telling her how he’d felt. If he had then they wouldn’t be here both hurt and having this conversation. Being with Anna had been one of the best relationships he’d ever had - it was one he thought about a lot. “Just because I look like I’m okay doesn’t mean I am,” he sighed, running a hand through his probably already messy hair and glanced at her. “This is fucking killing me. I’ve been sat miserable all night trying not to think about it because anytime I do my heart just hurts. You don’t think that I wanted to get drunk and try to forget about it because I did but then you called.” He couldn’t bring himself to look at her anymore, shaking his head. “I don’t know what to do.” He felt so broken. So helpless. There wasn’t anything he could do to sort this out for either of them. “Okay,” he nodded his head, fully aware that they were pretty much only inches apart. “Then let’s not deal with it."

Anna: She couldn't believe that this was happening. Going through a brake up is one thing, but now going through this? Anna was so tired, she was mentally tied and now she just wanted to be left alone. But Jake was here, standing in her home, like he's done many times before and the actress felt her eyes fill with water. She was not in the mood to cry, especially not in front of Jake. "Then yell at me. Call me names, do something! Me keeping this from you.., I.. what the hell was I fucking thinking? I didn't realize it would hurt /this/ much after finally telling you." Anna watched as he ran his hands through his hair, and there was a time when she played with his shaved head while being on and off of set. "I'm sorry I called. I'm sorry. No one else aside from Aubrey knows, but I didn't want to talk to her about it. My mom doesn't even know." Anna said, letting out a bitter laugh but she looked at him and swallowed hard "I'd offer you a beer, but you yelled at me before for drinking so.. help yourself if you want too or not." It's bothering her, it's bothering her that he can't even look at her an Anna moved in closer to him than she was before "I don't know what to do either, other than get wasted." Anna's words were still slurring, but they were starting to clear up a bit. She wanted to be close to him, she wanted him to hold her in his arms and feel his lips pressed against hers but Anna knew that now wasn't the time "But we have too. I.., I have too. I mean, I pushed it back for so many years but it's always been there. The thought of us.., of us having a baby.." Those words were hard to come out of Anna's mouth, but they did and Anna took her hands, lacing her fingers with his. Holding them up, Anna looked at him "I'm sorry that I fucked up, and I'm sorry that I hurt you." Anna whispered, and pressed her forehead against his but took a deep breath and pulled back, still holding his hands.

Jake: He didn’t want her to cry. That was the last thing he wanted especially if it was over him. She deserved to smile and be happy but that just wasn’t possible for either of them right now. They had to get past this first. It wasn’t gonna be easy but at least in some fucked up way they had each other. “No,” he said with a firm shake of his head. “I’m not going to yell at you or call you names or anything. As much as I’m hurt and upset with you right now, I could never bring myself to.” His voice was soft, an ever so present frown on his face now. “I.. I’m glad you told me, though. It sucks but I’m glad you didn’t keep it from me forever.” Jake couldn’t help let the tiniest of laughs when she said that he’d yelled at her for drink. “Yeah, I did but that’s only because I didn’t want you to do anything stupid. I mean, calling me was pretty stupid but I’m kind of glad you did,” he admitted. It was true. As much as he wished she hadn’t, it had given him an excuse to go over and see her and as hard as that was, being there in front of her and seeing her again was something he’d wanted for a while. Being so close to her again was almost intoxicating. He wasn’t sure if he could handle it before he caved and said something stupid. “I’m sorry that I hurt you, too.” His voice was barely a whisper and when she took his hands, Jake met her eyes for a small second before closing them the moment their foreheads touched. He let out a breath when she pulled back, opening his eyes again and before he could stop himself his next words tumbled out of his mouth and he said the stupid thing he was trying to avoid. “I really wanna kiss you right now.”

Anna: She probably looked horrible, and still being in her pajamas wasn't helping. He became more attractive and Anna was starting to realize how /much/ she missed the sex and right now, not getting laid for a while wasn't helping either. Having him here, having him in her rom and being close to her was helping though. It was helping in so many ways possible. "Jake please.., just call me a bitch or something because me not telling you was so fucked up." Anna whispered, and then looked at him "The minute we started talking again, it killed me that I was still keeping it a secret from you and I thought you had to know." She continued and then smiled softly as he laughed a little "I'm glad I called you too. I always do something stupid when I'm drunk." The brunette laughed, and then bit her lips "You should know that by now." Clearing her throat, Anna wanted to move in closer. She wanted to feel his body pressed against hers. She wanted him, she wanted him so badly. "You didn't hurt me." She whispered one more time, and then watched as she pulled away from him. His beautiful eyes on hers, Anna bit her lips and smiled a little. "I really wanna kiss you right now too." Anna leaned in, she pressed her lips softly against his and left them there for a few moments. Finally pulling back, Anna shook her head "I.." Not knowing what to say, she pushed her hair behind her ears and let go of Jake's hands, now folding her arms across her chest.

Jake: Even if she was drunk and still in her pyjamas, he still thought she was one of the most beautiful girls he’d ever seen. She’d just gotten more attractive through the years. Being here with her so close to him made him miss every single thing about her. “I’m never going to call you a name or be mean to you. I can’t.” The thought of even yelling at her about it hadn’t crossed his mind. Well, maybe for slight second but it had passed. “At least it was a sort of good stupid this time,” it was one of the first times that night a small smile played on his face. A genuine one. “I should’ve told you how I felt back then and not now. I’m sorry, Anna. I’m really sorry.” The second her lips were on his, he felt all the feelings he’d pushed away trying to rise right back up to the surface. Before he could really register it, she’s pulled away. He blinked, trying to figure out something to say in his head but he was coming up blank. Instead, he took a step closer to her again, bringing one of his hands to gently rest on her cheek before he leaned in and kissed her again. He didn’t care if she pushed him away and he knew that even the smallest of kisses was just going to make everything worse but he didn’t care. He’d missed it so much.

Anna: Anna was drunk, but she was sobering up and all Anna wanted to do was sleep, she was exhausted. However, Jake was here and she didnt want to rush him out. He came all this way to check on her, and she loved that. “I’ll have to thank your parents for that then.” Anna said, laughing a little even though she probably didn’t make any sense. “It was a good stupid. If I had called Ben then that would’ve been a bad stupid.” Anna said jokingly, but was being half serious. She didn’t even know where her phone was at the moment and that was a good thing too. Seeing his smile, Ann bit her lips and suddenly got turned on. When she has first met him for work, for their movie, his smile was one of the things that attracted her to him. “Baby it’s okay.” She whispered, then realized she called him the one nickname she missed calling him. Taking a breath, she got nervous for a second and pushed her hair out of her face. Watching him try to realize what had just happened, Anna let him come in closer to her and held his hand in hers as he rested it on her cheek. As he kisses her back, Anna knew she should probably step away but didn’t. If anything, she stepped closer to the couch and Anna laid down, pulling him on top of her “I miss you.” Anna whispered, and kissed him deeply

Jake: “Yeah. Please don’t call Ben... ever.” Was he a little jealous that she’d almost had with Ben what he’d wanted with her? Maybe but he wasn’t bitter about it. She’d moved on and he had, too. Of course they were going to try and start lives with other people. Seeing her bite her lip was driving him crazy whether she knew it or not. It was always one of his weakness. His heart leapt a bit when he heard her call him baby. He’d missed that. Other people he’d dated had called him it but it never sounded as good as it did when it came out of her mouth. Jake knew he should stop, he knew that kissing her was probably a bad idea but he just wanted to revel in the feeling of being so close to her again. Her lips on his, her hands on him - it felt like heaven. As she pulled him on the couch, he used one arm to hold himself up while the other rested on her hip, hitching up the top she was wearing a small bit. “I miss you too,” he mumbled against her lips, refusing to stop kissing her just yet. “So much.” It had turned from a gentle kiss into something much more desperate. Their bodies pressed against each other, lips moving together quickly as if they were trying to make up for missed time.

Anna: When Jake told her not to call Ben ever, sober or not, Anna sensed the jealousy in his voice and she smiled a bit. Sure she and Ben had just broken up a few months ago, and it was still hard but she couldn't even think about that right now. Anna felt so nervous for calling him baby, the word poured out of her mouth before she could even stop and Anna knew she probably fucked up again. With her hands holding his face, she smiled and laughed a little within the kiss and Anna pressed her forehead against his again, taking a breath. The touch of his hands on her hips, Anna got chills all up and down her body. She needed him and wanted him, Anna moaned a little and bit his lip softly for a few moments while kissing him "I want you.." She whispered "So badly.." Anna sat up for a second, not even stopping but took off her shirt and threw it onto the floor, she did the same with Jake's and Anna looked at him "Hi.." Was all she could say quietly, and kissed him deeply.

Jake: The last thing Jake had had in mind when he’d came over was to be making out with her on her couch but here they were. It was wrong and they both knew it but finding the self control to stop and actually register that in their brains was proving difficult. How could he think straight with her lips on his and his body pressed against hers? Everything up there was foggy and all he could think about was how he didn’t want this to stop. Hearing her moan was like music to his hears, fighting back one of his own. He could feel himself getting more and more turned on by the second. She’d always had that effect on him. “I want you too,” he spoke softly watching her as she pulled her shirt off then his too. A smile was on his face as he looked at her, taking in every single detail. She was still as beautiful as ever. It didn’t take long for the kiss to grow heated again, Jake’s hands exploring whatever parts of her body he could reach. “I want this so bad,” he murmured against her lips as he bucked his hips up against hers for even just the tiniest relief of friction.

Anna: When they were finished, Anna and Jake had moved from her couch into her bedroom. As they were laying there, she was cuddling with him, her naked body pressed up against his. She was always so small compared to him, and Anna loved that about their relaitonship. Her face was buried into his chest, and Anna looked up at him, running her fingers through his hair "You are right, by the way, that the sex is incredible." Anna laughed a little, and kissed him softly "I'm.., I missed this so much and I missed you and I'm just.. I'm really, really, really glad I called you tonight." Anna said quietly, looking into his beautiful ocean eyes. She took a breath, and swallowed hard "You know what scares me the most? Ben.., he begged me to marry him and he begged me to have kids with him but I wouldn't. If.., if you would've done that back then.., even though I was scared as hell then I would've in a heartbeat." Anna kissed him once more, and felt her eyes slowly closing but she opened them "I'm.., I only thought about names as soon as I called you too, by the way. It wasn't like I had that name in my head this whole time." Anna swallowed hard again, and then moved in closer to feel his touch "What did.., what did America say when you told her you were in love with me?" Anna questioned, she was genially curious.

Jake: As they laid their in their post sex haze, Jake had his arm around her, lightly brushing his fingers along her arm as he listened to her talk with a soft smile on his face. Really, he didn’t expect the night ending like this but he wasn’t complaining. He was just going to sit in their happy little bubble for a minute before it burst and they were brought back to reality. “Still amazing after all this time,” he grinned, pressing another quick kiss to her lips after she had. “I missed you too. I didn’t think I realized how much until I saw you,” he admitted. As much as he wanted to chip in with some comment about Ben, now wasn’t the time and he just let her talk. A sad smile formed on his face at what could’ve been. They really could’ve been happily married with kids by now if they hadn’t been so stupid. “I... uh, I wanted to marry Reese. Like, that was the first time I’d ever wanted that with anyone and she didn’t want that. Not with me anyway and that killed me. I never thought I’d find anyone that would make me want that again then we met and... I was just drawn to you straight away. You made me want to settle down. I... I would’ve married you.” He sighed, bringing her forehead to rest against his with his hand cupping her cheek. “Anna Gyllenhaal would’ve had a really nice ring to it.” Jake pressed his lips against hers in a slow, gentle kiss before pulling away. He thought back to when he’d told America - how she’d scolded him for telling her and not Anna. “She told me to tell you. Basically told me I was an idiot and that we were perfect for each other. I should’ve listened to her.”

Anna: While he's brushing his fingers against his arms, Anna's body was covered in chills and the brunette closed her eyes again. She could stay in this position with him forever, and Anna would've of minded it. "Remember the first night we slept together?" Anna questioned, smiling while thinking back on that time. The women loved every minute she spent with Jake, and all the memories were coming back now. When he kissed her back once more, Anna left her lips on his for a few moments and just listened to him talk "I really am sorry, that I.. kept the scare from you. I wanted to tell you but I was just.., I was scared." Anna whispered, and then looked up at him when she heard him mention Reese's name. "We really did fuck up, didn't we? I never saw myself settling down or having kids, that wasn't until I saw you with Ramona and Gloria and I just.. I fell in love with you more and more. It scared me, but I would've wanted it." Anna bit her lips again, and pushed her hair back, planting soft kisses on Jake's chest. When he brought her forehead to rest agains his, and when he cupped her cheek, Anna smiled and laughed a little "It would've. My mom would've been over the moon if you had asked me to marry you." She laughed again, and then closed her eyes as he kissed her slowly and gently, moaning again. "Natalie said the same thing. That we were perfect for one another, do you think Mike knew that we were fooling around off set? Cause Natalie figured it out, and then I guess you told America." Anna said, and then looked at him "Can you stay the night, please?" Anna questioned, more liked begged quietly and kissed him once more on the lips. She missed his lips on hers.

Jake: “How could I forget?” He smiled as he thought back to their first time together. It hadn’t been perfect but it was definitely something he would never forget. All of his time with Anna was something that he cherished. He would never, ever forget one bit of it. All the dates, all the nights they’d stay up talking about nothing - it felt so fresh in his mind while he was laying there with her. This would be another one of those memories he wasn’t going to forget. “Hey, it’s okay,” he smiled at her, speaking with that soft voice he often found himself using around her. “I get it. We both kept things from each other. It still sucks but… it’s okay.” And, it was. Sure, it was going to play on his mind for a few days but he wasn’t angry. It was just something he had to work through to be completely okay with and he’d do that in his own time. “God, I was so in love with you. It was terrifying. I would’ve had everything with you if I wasn’t so fucked up when it comes to relationship shit.” Jake sighed, wrapping his arms around her to pull her as close to him as he could. He couldn’t get enough of having her this close to him again. “Probably. I don’t think we were very good at hiding it,” he laughed and pressed a kiss to the top of her head. “Yeah, I’ll stay.” Usually, he would’ve probably bailed if it was anyone else but there was no way he was leaving her. “You need to sleep.”

Anna: Their first night together was everything and more. Sure, she got a feeling of what their first time would be like just from working and filming with him and she was so happy that it was almost perfect. She wished so badly that she didnt screw everything up, she wished so badly that she had just told him the truth but they couldnt turn back the time. “It’s not though Jake, you had a right to know. That.., that wouldve been your baby to. I honestly don’t know if I would’ve told you if I was actually pregnant.” Anna finally admitted not only to herself but to him, Anna let out a breath and just listened to him talk. She was still confused as to why he wasn’t fighting with her but maybe it was a good thing. “I wouldve done everything with you too. I hate so much how screwed this up.” As he pulls her closer to him, Anna took another breath and contained to place soft kisses on his chest “I don’t think we were good at it either. I mean the amount of times David yelled cut during that one scene, where you wake up and pull me in close.” Anna laughed a little and then bit her lips, but then closed her eyes for a few minutes as his lips were on her forehead. When he told her he would say, the words were coming out of her mouth before she could stop “I dont... I dont think I ever stopped loving you.” Anna whispered and looked at him “I.. I was in love with Ben but.. youve always been there in the back of my mind. I never stopped..” Anna whispered, and then looked down now feeling embarrassed

Jake: Laying there with her made him miss everything they’d had. It had been so good. There wasn’t a single second of it that Jake hadn’t loved. Being with Anna had been everything to him back then. If they hadn’t been so dumb, if they’d have just told each other the things they’d been hiding then it wouldn’t be like this. They would’ve been happy together but it hadn’t worked out like that. That was the harsh reality of it. “I... just, maybe it’s not okay but there’s nothing I can say to change it. You did what you did and I did what I did and that’s it,” he shrugged his shoulders slightly. “Do we have to keep talking about it? I just wanna enjoy this moment with you before we both get brought back down to earth.” Maybe he should’ve been angry with her. Maybe he should’ve yelled at her and told her how sad and upset he was that she’d kept it from it but it’d be pointless. It’d take so much energy and Jake wasn’t the type of person to lose his temper like that anyway. He got annoyed a lot but never full on mad. Jake closed his eyes as he felt her lips on his skin. A content smile etched on his face as he listened to her talk and the smallest of chuckles passing his lips. “I’m surprised we didn’t get called out on it. It’s hard to be so secretive when you’re as crazy about someone as I were you.” As he heard Anna’s confession, his eyes shot open and all of a sudden his heart was beating fast against his chest. This would usually be the part where he’d freak out and not say anything - just completely brush off the fact that she’d said she never stopped loving him but he couldn’t. It was silent for a few minutes until Jake finally spoke up with his voice barely above a whisper as he admitted “I don’t think I ever stopped loving you either.” It was hard for him to admit but if she could say it then he could too.

Anna: He had made her the happiest, even though the two were hiding their relationship, Jake had made Anna the happiest and right now she felt happy. Sure, things were shitty with them during this situation but laying in bed with him, Anna felt happy and she felt safe. Anna wanted to figure out how to fix all of this, she wanted to figure out how to almost erase the pain and just start over with him, but maybe not wasn't the time. Letting him talk, Anna laid there and listened to him, she took a breath and sighed. "No. We don't.., we don't have to talk about it anymore." Anna whispered, and felt herself get choked up. To be honest, Anna was kind of hoping they would talk about it in a way, but there was no point and she wasn't going to force him. "I want to enjoy this moment with you too, I lo--" Stopping herself, Anna closed her eyes and shook her head. Pressing her lips to hers, hoping he didn't catch up to what she was about to say, Anna looked at him, watching him get lost within his thoughts. "I miss that set. End Of Watch was probably one of my favorite sets to be on, plus having Natalie and America with me was always a plus." Anna said, smiling she looked at him and took a breath. She shouldn't of said anything, he was quiet for a few moments and that was never a good sign. Getting frustrated with herself, Anna ran her fingers through his hair and looked at him when he opened his mouth "So what.., what does this mean?" Anna questioned, she was probably ruining this by talking to much, but all of this was killing her and confusing her.

Jake: No matter what this was always going to be something they’d never be able to forget but maybe in some weird twist of fate it would be the thing to bring them back together. Jake could see himself with Anna again but they had to be on the same page for that to happen. There was still that lingering fear there of being with someone so seriously again. He didn’t say anything instead he just laid there and listened to her talk. He had managed to catch on to what she almost might have said but he didn’t want to bring it up in case he was wrong and she was about to say something completely different. “I…” Jake started but stopped trying to think of the right thing to say. The sensible thing. He met her eyes with his and the whole thing became real again. He knew this was a question they were going to have to face after everything that had happened and was said but it didn’t prepare him any less. “I think there’s some things we have to work through. I just… I care about you a lot and so badly wish we could just say ‘fuck it let’s try again’ but it’d just be a train wreck until we’ve dealt with everything. We both need time to figure out if this is something we’d both really want, you know? It doesn’t mean the feelings aren’t there it just means we need time to be back on good terms first. I know we just had sex and this has been great,” he smiled at her but turned serious again. “But there’s still a lot of processing to do.”

Anna: It's not that she didn't trust him, that wasn't the reason why she never told him. Of course she trusted him, but back then Anna was terrified of this whole relationship becoming real. It was her first realtionship since her brake up with Edgar, and even though she thought she loved Edgar, in all reality Anna didn't. Since meeting Jake, Anna has always been in love with him and the women kind of wished this would bring them back together. As he didn't say anything, Anna knew she probably just screwed this whole thing up again and the actress took a breath and chewed on her lips, she was nervous for some reason. The moment he opened his mouth, Anna swallowed hard and cleared her throat but then looked at him, she licked her lips "You're right. I want to say fuck it and let's try again, but I.., Jake I never really talked to Aubrey about me being possibly pregnant. I mean she knew, but never really talked about it. So I think, I have to work through with the thought that I almost could've been a mom." Anna said, she felt a lump form in her throat and Anna nodded "I.., I do want this. I want this with you again, I'm just.. I don't want to fuck up like I did the last time." Kissing his lips softly, Anna pressed her forehead against his "I.., I love you and I just.., I care about you too. It's not that I didn't trust you, that's not why I didn't tell you. You're right though, that there's a lot of processing to do.." Anna said, she kissed him once more and Anna held his face, starring into his ocean eyes and Anna took a breath.

Jake: Back then if they’d have been having a conversation like this about their feelings, he probably would have ran hours ago but he’d done a lot of growing in the time that they’d been apart. He was still scared of being with someone and the whole reality of being in love but he was an adult - almost forty years old and he couldn’t run forever. His commitment issues were something he really needed to work on and he knew that. “I still have to process the fact that there might have been a possibility that I could’ve been a dad,” he frowned. It still stung knowing that she’d never told him. It was gonna take time for him to be okay with that fully. “We have to work on ourselves before we can be with each other again.” He nodded. For some reason, he was nervous - he felt on edge and that was due to the fact they were talking about feeling and relationships but when she kissed him, he felt calm even for a few seconds. He sighed, letting their foreheads touch while he cupped her cheek with one of his hands. Hearing her say she loved him sent a fury of panic through him but he shook it off. Why couldn’t he just be normal when it came to this kind of stuff? “I....” He started, finding it hard to admit it out loud because then it would be real and he couldn’t take it back. “I... love you too.” His voice was a whisper but it was loud enough for her to hear. “Let’s just... work on getting back to a good place before we give this a shot again if that’s what we decide to do. Maybe you’ll meet some other guy before we work this out properly and then I’ll have to punch him in the face but still,” he joked, trying to lighten the mood for even a second. “We’ll work through our shit, work on being good with each other and see what happens. Maybe it’ll lead us back to each other again.”

Anna: Anna knew how hard this was for him she just wished she understood a little more on why he was so scared but Anna didn’t want to bother him about it or make him talk about it. “I know baby. You.. you would’ve been an amazing dad to our kid. I.. I told you I was relieved but I was disappointed too.” Anna signed, she knew she hurt him badly just by hiding the fact that he didnt know she was almost pregnant and it bugged her so much she kept it to herself. “I know, I.. Ive been working on myself. I dont know if it’s helping or not.” She felt that he was a little off, but after they kissed Anna laid there with him for a few moments. What an idiot, she thought. The moment those three words escaped her lips, Anna knew she fucked up again. When it took him a while to answer her back, Annas face turned red and she could feel tears in her eyes “No I.., I thought Ben was the one. I thought he was it for me but I.., I think.., I think it’s you.” Anna said quietly, her eyes were filled with water but she wasn’t crying. “I hope so.” Anna said quietly, and learned in to kiss him softly “What.. what would you have done if I was pregnant?” She needed to ask, she needed to know. Anna looked at him, rubbing her right hand on his cheek and Anna kissed him softly

Jake: Jake really did love love. He thought it was beautiful especially if you had the real thing but he’d seen people around him give their everything only to be hurt. He’d even gone through it himself so the idea of giving himself to someone so completely again scared him. But, this was Anna. This was someone he trusted and did love her. He would just have to try and get over having difficulty saying it. If they were to make this work ever again he didn’t want him to ruin it because of that. “You would’ve been a great mom. It just....obviously wasn’t our time.” He heard her sigh and sent a comforting smile her way. He didn’t want her to feel bad about it. “I just want you to be happy by yourself before you’re happy with me.” He leaned over to press a gentle kiss against her lips. “I’m sorry that it’s so hard for me to admit things to you. I wish it wasn’t but just know that when I do say things, I really mean them. I wouldn’t say it if I didn’t. I love you, Anna. Even if you drive me absolutely insane sometimes.” Hopefully that would put her at ease a little bit. He wanted her to know that what he was saying was real and he did mean it even if it came out forced. It wasn’t her, it was him as cliche as that sounded. At her question, Jake met her eyes and without a beat he answered almost instantly. “I would’ve asked you to marry me without a doubt.”

Anna: She was in love twice, once with Edgar and once with Ben but clearly those relationships didn't work out for her own fucked up reasons. Anna however, did fall in love with Jake while they were together and it pissed her off so much that she didn't say it to him those many years again. She wanted to try this with him again, if Anna was being completely honest with herself, Anna wanted to re-try their relationship. "Thank you." Was all Anna could say, the women never cared for kids and the fact that she had a scare just freaked her out, and the thought of her becoming of mom did to. Seeing him smile, Anna bit her lips and pressed her forehead against his, their naked bodies still pressed up against one another. Anna didn't want this moment to be over, she wanted to stay here for a while. "I.., I am happy Jake. I'm.., still working on myself and I'll probably be working on myself for the rest of my life." Anna admitted, and then looked at him as he leaned in to press a kiss against her lips. She smiled within the kiss, and rubbed her thumb over his cheeks "I know babe, I love you too. I'm.., I wish I would've said it when we were together. I'm saying it now though because I.., I never stopped falling in love with you." Anna swallowed hard and got all choked up, kissing his cheek, Anna got lost within her thoughts for a few moments before remembering she had asked him an important question, and Anna felt tears falling down her cheeks "Jake..." She said all choked up, and then looked at him all choked up. Anna loved him.

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bloodydamnit · 5 years

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Hi! I was just wondering how old you are and how long you've been drawing. Also, what's one tip you'd give for beginners? Your work is beautiful, btw. 😁

hello there! I’m sorry it took me so long to respond! I’ve been drawing ever since I can remember. But I’ve really put a focus on studying it since high school. So about 10 years (holy shit wait what? fuck 10 years…)

A tip that I would give to beginners is literally, dont give up. I gave up so many times. Not really drawing, but in relation to digital art, i started my freshman year of high school. It was ‘too hard’ so I gave up and didn’t pick it back up again until the end of my junior year in college. I regret it so. fucking. much. If I stuck with it, I dont know where I would be now. And that missed potential makes me mad =-= But really. Don’t give up. It will get frustrating at times, but drawing is a SKILL. Talent comes with how easy concepts and the form comes to you. But drawing, painting, etc, is not a TALENT (not saying you don’t have talent. what i’m saying is, you put in the time and you WILL get results).

I learned how to draw in the old classical way. So pretty much, I took drawings from the ‘old masters’ and I fuckin copied them. Real figure drawings, I just copied and I did that over and over again until I got the hang of it. And that’s how the masters learnt how to draw. It has been the single most helpful thing that I have ever done.

Here are some master’s that I learnt from and copied:

Prud'hon

Mengs

Rubens

da Vinci

Raphael

these are all their drawings, you can very much do the same thing to learn how to paint. copy. copy. copy. copy. Now, I say copy the old masters because theyre fantastic to learn from - with a deep understanding of form and the body. I do not, however, recommend focusing heavily on contemporary, stylized, artists. The reason? They have their own style. you can of course learn from their style to create your own. but at least this way you are going right to the source!

The same thing goes for landcapes and still lifes. copy copy copy!!

and draw from LIFE. whats around you? draw it. see a person? draw it. i swear, the only reason why i learnt how to draw is because of studying from life and the old masters. (i think thats honestly why i cant fucking do anything ‘cartoony’. i am literally incapable. everything turns out realistic and i high key hate it but oh well. - i do know many people that this just helped them understand how to draw from life and they applied it to their own styles. i dont know why i hung onto mine tho =-= frustrating)

if you would like a more in-depth tutorial on how to draw a portrait, i would be happy to show step by step. i think there are a lot of tips that ive learnt along the way that help more than just ‘heres a circle. draw this line. draw another line’ and yadda yadda. i personally don’t learn that way, so maybe i can help someone else!!!

also, totally coping the idea from @ziegenkind after watching her lifestream (PLEASE GO WATCH HERS. ITS AMAZING. I FINALLY GOT TO WATCH ONE TODAY AND I WAS SCREAMING THE ENTIRE TIME AT HER GENIUS. and her music choice is fucking top tier, A+), but if anyone would like a livestream of me rendering or anything like that, let me know! since i get so many questions, i think that would be the easiest way to show yall how i do shit.

anyway this is longer than i intended lol. I HOPE THIS HELPS AND THANK YOU SO MUCH!!!

#goodmorningthisiskaia #drawing #tips #art

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curiousdelights · 5 years

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Pairing: Yoosung Kim x Reader/MC

Plot: Yoosung passes by timeline after timeline until he gets to you. Hints of his feelings come through the phone calls.

A/N: Reset theory-ish. I know that theory isn’t something everyone’s fond of but I couldn’t help but write this after going through Yoosung’s phone calls in all the routes. I know the calls may not always mean something underneath but I interpreted them as such for this fic. Enjoy! P.S. The call dialogues are (mostly) Cheritz’! I just altered some for the sake of narrative lol.

AO3

It felt like limbo.

In the back of Yoosung’s mind, layered memories shuffled themselves with each passing time frame. He knew what was happening in glimpses and he knew it for a while now, but he also knew you were his destination. The goal was to get to you, to reach you through any means possible. He had a fifth of a chance but it was better than none.

He dialed your number.

i. voice

He noticed you were fascinated with Jaehee and he couldn’t blame you. She was a strong woman yet caring all the same. The organization would have truly been a mess if she wasn’t there to hold things together for everyone’s sake. Were you attracted by her purity? Maybe so. He had that, too, though, didn’t he?

He hadn’t called you for some days now. Of course the chatroom was still lively as ever since you came around but he hadn’t talked to only you yet.

He dialed your number.

“It’s Yoosung!” He cheered on his end. “It’s been a while, right?”

You agreed and you sounded like you were in good spirits. It made him happy yet nervous at the same time.

“I just missed hearing your voice...” When you didn’t answer immediately, he had to do a double-take, just to make sure. “Ahaha. No other feelings, though! Don’t take it the wrong way!”

But he hoped for you to take it in the intended way, at least for a moment. He couldn’t interfere here now.

“You and Jaehee seemed close these days so I’m glad. Jaehee did always feel like a loner so it’s nice that she’s becoming more open and casual now because of you.”

He was honest with his words about you and about Jaehee. He accepted this truth as he bid you goodbye over the phone. It wasn’t his time.

ii. freesia

Compared to Zen, he knew he wasn’t at the other’s level in terms of looks (but he knew he was good-looking in his own way) so if you were taken in at first by how handsome the actor was, it was easy to understand.

But you got to Zen deep, deeper than anybody had ever done so or even attempted to. He knew that you had that power over them: opening up and shining light over the hidden emotions beneath all the masks of playfulness, mock-narcissism, strictness, and formalities. You had that power now but the power was not for him.

He happened to take a chance in calling you while taking a break from cleaning his apartment. He found an excuse and used it.

He dialed your number.

“Can you recommend me some air fresheners?” For a moment he wondered if you still would be interested in such a topic. It was mundane, yes, but the tone you carried on the line calmed him as it seemed you showed even the slightest attention. Maybe it wouldn’t hurt then to say a little more.

Would you remember these little details about me?

“I like floral scents. I like something fresh and aromatic, like me!”

You laughed at his additions, finding them adorable. “Freesia’s light and good, too. You’ll smell a slight floral scent.”

His shoulders dropped and for a few seconds he paused. Freesia… Shaking his head, he gathered himself together and laughed with you on the phone. “I’ve heard of that one but I think it suits you better. Gentle and delicate…”

“Really? You think so?”

“Yes— but that doesn’t mean I have feelings for you or anything like that!” Did he really let the words slip just like that? He should have been careful. It wasn’t his time, either. “Don’t take it the wrong way. I don’t mess with people who are taken. Anyways, thanks for the recommendation!”

“You sound silly, Yoosung, but you’re welcome!”

“I’ll go back to my cleaning now. Oh right!” Accept it. “You and Zen… look really great together.”

iii. alternative

If there was one thing he could share with Jumin in the current situation, it was loss. Though not of the same gravity, he did understand that the C&R heir’s attachment to Elizabeth 3rd was deep enough to compare his own with Rika. It was odd to think of it that way but it was the easiest manner he could think of to sympathize.

And still in memories, he knew it wasn’t only Rika he had lost. Even his own heart could beat twice as fast if he thought of you just once. There was longing that he could not and would not escape from.

He dialed your number.

The ringing kept on going until the line died. He grew nervous. You tended to be free for the most part but maybe Jumin was keeping you company at the moment. After all, everyone knew how you were staying over at his place, more or less of your own decision. He wondered how you were doing and if you were alright.

He jumped when the phone rang, vibrating against his palms. Too many thoughts and too little alertness. He should really do better with his focus.

His heart skipped beats when he saw you calling. He answered immediately.

“You called back.” Was his voice a little too excited? Maybe it was and maybe it didn’t really matter at the moment. He wanted to say what was on his mind. “I had something I wanted to discuss with you.”

“What is it?”

“It’s about Jumin. I think he changed a lot since he lost Elizabeth 3rd. I… was like that, too, so I understand how he feels. If you lose something important, you become nervous that you’ll lose everything else, too.”

And everyone.

“You would know, Yoosung. I’m sorry.”

Your voice sounded concerned. He was grateful.

“It’s okay. It’s just scary how much Jumin reminds me of my past, so I’m really worried. Now all his emotions are geared towards you so I think you should be careful. Do you get what I mean?”

“Do you really think Jumin just sees me as Elizabeth’s alternative?”

No! No, no, no. You’re never an alternative.

He gulped. He couldn’t say more. “I don’t think that’s it. He’s feeling new emotions but they’re way too much. I think his intentions are good and he wants to be with you because he likes you.”

“That’s sweet of you to say. Thank you.”

“No problem. I have to go now. I only wanted to tell you to be careful, nothing else!”

Nothing else.

iv. game

He remembers the flow of the memories now, shaky though they could be at times, but the feelings never wavered despite it all. Thus he also remembers the shock when finding out about the bomb’s presence in the apartment, as if all the timeline’s memories place themselves together for every scene’s reveal. At this point, he could be angry and he could be frustrated, but they all pose nothing against the fear and concern that’s overwhelming him at the moment.

I know Seven’s there and I know he’ll handle it but…

But what about him? What could he do?

Through gritted teeth and with a tight grip on his phone, he dialed your number.

“I was shocked as soon as I read the messages. Are you okay?”

He heard a sharp intake of breath. You were holding on strong. You always were, he remembered that about you somehow.

“I’m okay.” You answered. “I’m alright, Yoosung.”

“Of course! I know it might be hard to understand geniuses but I’m sure anybody would know that you can’t install a bomb in someone’s apartment.”

“I think the same.”

“You understand, right? Everything is gone once it goes off! Agh...”

“I’m fine. Seven’s with me, too.”

“It just doesn’t change the fact that there’s a bomb beside you. Aren’t you mad at him that he left you there all alone before we all knew?”

“Yoosung…”

“You might think I’m such a game addict if I say this but I wish this world were a game today. If this were a game, I would…” Damn it. “I wouldn’t mind the bomb and just teleport to where you are to protect you… I wouldn’t have stayed still. I can’t even stay still right now, I’m shaking to do anything to help.“

“Yoosung, calm down.” You told him. “Nothing bad’s going to happen.”

He sighed deeply. “Okay, okay, I—“

Could timings have been any worse? Through all that rush of emotion, Yoosung momentarily forgot his mother had been visiting and she was calling for him now.

“My mom’s here. Jumin called her and now I have to go.”

“It’s okay. I’ll be fine here.”

“I feel so pathetic for not being able to do anything in such a dangerous situation.” He felt a headache coming in. He needed sleep soon, too. Right now his feelings for you weren’t the priority, only your safety. He knew it would circle his mind until someone finds a solution for it. “I can’t do anything today but I trust Seven will take good care of you. He won’t let anything happen to you, I know it.”

He’s there for you.

“Please stay safe.”

It still felt like limbo. He was a bystander in all the timelines but why was it hard to remember when you were his?

They say mornings bring in new beginnings. Was today fateful?

He dialed your number. You didn’t answer.

v. present

Maybe he was getting ahead of himself. He remembered a feeling of a racing heart being familiar again as the day went on. During the evening when everyone had quieted down, he remembered a flicker of hope.

He dialed your number.

“You picked up right away! We must have thought the same thing!” There was excitement. He suddenly heard himself laugh almost due to relief. “This is funny to say and maybe a little embarrassing but… I thought you were talking to someone else.”

“No, I was waiting for your call.”

“… Really?” He covered his face with his free hand. His cheeks felt warm. “My heart just jumped a bit. I think I’m a bit weird if I say that I feel possessive, that I want to talk to only you privately.”

You had to laugh, too. “I sign in because I enjoy talking with you.”

“But what if you start liking someone else? What if I’m not the reason you sign in anymore? I keep wanting confirmation because I don’t want to lose the happiness now.”

“Then don’t doubt it all. Worrying about the past and the future will only make us more anxious.” You told him. “Let’s live in the present. Now is what matters, right?”

Now.

He realized that it was his time and the smile on his face grew wider. “Yes. I should appreciate this. I’m happy… because you’re in my present.”

Thank you for reading. ♥

#yoosung kim #yoosung x mc #yoosung x reader #mystic messenger #mysme #this was actually supposed to have been for yoosungweek #but guess who never got around to write it #yep it's me #idk i was reviewing yoosung's route and then suddenly thought about his phone calls in the other routes #i'm sure everyone noticed how seven's calls were in each route #so i thought maybe yoosung could be interpreted as such too #maybe lol anyway #i tried!!!!#hope this was okay;;#my writings #mystic messenger fanfiction #mysme fanfiction #mystic messenger fics #mysme fics

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kpopidolsarehumanstoo · 6 years

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“Going Out” Xu Minghao (the8): Drabble

Pairing: Xu Minghao (seventeen) x male reader

Genre: Fluff with no plot lol

Relationship with reader: Theyve been dating for about a year now.

Quick Summary: Seventeen was given a much needed week off, Minghao decided to celebrate it with (m/n).

Warning: Cursing, It gets quite steamy at the end.

A/N: Please dont go too hard on me this is my first time posting a creation of mine here in tumblr dkhjgilhsrlgsdlvbns. Anyways thankyou to the people who supported me to post something Yall makin me UWU. Im actually shocked I got support heheh. So here is sum mediocre shit for yall lol. I hope that yall somehow like it.

Words: 1174

Today was your lazy day. Being the absolute lazy slob that you are your room was littered with trash, mostly potato chips, and some stray popcorn from your movie night with friends last night. Your friends left long ago and here you are laying on your bed waiting for some seventeen updates from every possible social media platform.

For some reason Minghao hasn’t messaged or called you. Which was weird considering that hes the type of person to update you on everything, (everything including stolen photos of the members, you were sworn to secrecy). Your mind started pointing out all the possibilities, maybe hes drunk, maybe he was so tired he fell asleep early, maybe him and Mingyu did something stupid that led to Woozi killing them. A lot of possibilities, hopefully not the last one.

You felt defeated, tired of waiting. You stood up, about to go to the kitchen when all of a sudden your phone rang. You saw the caller ID and immediately swooped down and answered.

“Are you still alive?” You calmly said to the phone.

“Good morning to you too Baobei.” He answered.

“So what happened last night?” You asked.

You went downstairs to prepare yourself breakfast, You tried to find something but soon enough you just decided for an apple since you didn’t feel like cooking.

“The manager decided to give us the week off!” It was evident on his voice that he was really excited. He has missed you quite a lot and he just wanted to shower you with love.

“That’s amazing! Will you be coming here?” You were ecstatic.

“You see.. about that.” Your face was immediately replaced by a scowl.

“Don’t bail on me bitch.”

An exaggerated gasp was heard from the other side. “I would never. How dare you think so lowly of me.” The bitch started fake crying and you just had to roll your eyes. You sat down to your couch and turned on the TV.

“Spill.”

“I was kinda maybe thinking we should I don’t know go out on a date or something.” He said acting all cute.

“Sure.”

“Sure? What do you mean sure?! I was so scared to ask you out on a date and you just answer with sure?? m/n Istg I’m gonna choke you when we see each other again.”

“Dude.” You sighed.”Weve been dating for almost a year. Weve had sex, yet youre still afraid of taking me out on a date? How does that make sense?”

“Fuck you m/n.”

“Sorry, I don’t feel like being a bottom right now.” You smirked.

“Bitch.” he breathed out.

“Back at you.”

There was a quietness that enveloped the both of you. The both of you having a sense of calmness listening to each others breaths was enough to make the both of you happy.

With Minghao being an idol, the both of you rarely see eachother, so the lack of physical contact was compensated with listening to each other.

Many people found it weird that the couple would simply listen to each other breathe without a word spoken. Seungkwans mind could simply not comprehend why the couple did that. I mean you couldn’t really blame him, I mean Seungkwan never keeps his mouth shut while talking to Vernon.

The both of you liked it this way. Because sometimes, Silence speaks louder than words.

“So where are we going?” You said breaking the peaceful silence that the both of you established.

“Well I booked us a private area at that fancy restaurant by the bay.”

“Nice Ive always wanted to go there. Apparently their lobsters are amazing.”

“I booked us at 9pm so we have to go there at around 8:30.“

You turned around to look at the clock.

“Its like 9am right now. We still have a lot of time, you should come here. I miss you.”

“Ill be there at around 10 ok?”

“Sure”

And with that you ended the call. 10 am is still quite a long way to go so you started to busy yourself with cooking the both of you Brunch.

Just as you finished preparing your meal the door bell rang and you opened it only to be jumped on by Minghao. The both of you stumbled on the floor but he didn’t care and sat on your lap.

“I missed you so much baobei!!!” He said while peppering you with kisses all around your face.

“Missed you too dude.” The kisses immediately stopped and he got off you.

“Seriously? I call you baobei and yet you call me dude?” He said while putting on a pouty face.

“Aww what a cutie my baby is.” You cooed trying to pinch his cheeks but he evaded and sat on your couch and continued pouting like a child.

You see that he just wants your attention so you went to the pouty Minghao, hugged him, and started to cuddle with him on the couch with him being the small spoon and you the big spoon. You missed his warmth, it was moments like this that made you all fluffy and you just want to protect this smol bean. You took a whiff of his cologne, the smell that had you fall for him.

“I’m not gonna talk to you until you give me a pet name other than dude.” He said through his pout.

You pulled him closer.

“What do you want me to call you?” You said while comfortably listening to his breathing.

Suddenly Minghao turned around to face you. The both of your breaths intermingled and you were starting to blush. His eyes bore deep into you, those eyes that you could stare at forever. His face always mesmerized you, he looked so aggressive and mean but in reality he was the sweetest thing you could ever meet. Your heart starts to beat faster as you thank the heavens above for giving you such a beautiful person.

“I want you to call me baobei.” He said in a whisper.

He leaned in and took your lips unto his. The kiss was sensual and slow, the both of you trying to savour each second. Your pace started to quicken as you change your position on top of him. He started to give himself to you and you start to assert dominance as you continue to travel lower to his collarbone. You stopped and looked at him.

He was utterly beautiful. With Minghao breathless and desperate you were just in awe at how amazing he looked. You kissed his lips once more.

“I don’t think Ill be able to call you baobei. Too much mouth work.” You spoke as you sucked his collar bone and he releases a small moan in return.

“True.” He said breathless. “You should put that mouth somewhere else.” He said with a sly grin. You smirked in return and slowly unbuttoned his shirt.

“Lets continue this in my room.” You said suggestively.

“Gladly.” The both of you went upstairs and proved to each other how much you missed one another.

A/n: That’s it guys its finally done. My first drabble. Please tell me what you think about its my first time UwU. It was supposed to be fluff but it ended up quite steamy lol. But I honestly aint mad. Like it turned out quite good. Please support me \ ^o^ /.

Baobei means baby in chinese UwU.

#kpop x male reader #minghao x male reader #seventeen x male reader #male reader #kpop #seventeen #minghao #xu minghao #the8 #the8 x male reader #fluff

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artificialqueens · 6 years

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Dragometry Circa 1979 ~ Hobnob

AN: Ive been doing very successful things in 6th form and I’m a very successful student. As such i dropped english lit and took art instead. my passion for writing left me, but came back when i was looking at my dog sleep. He looked soft and i thought if he can do it, so can i. My friend mentioned in art how she ate a shroom once, and she forgot who she was for a bit and had a panic attack. I thought that sounded wicked and I wanted to embody that in this fic. Thanks Sarah

~Hobnob

Chi Chi dipped her hands in her pockets and turned them inside out. Alas, there was no cash to be found. Only some dead flies and a used condom.

Just her luck. She had no way of paying the rent and it was due in tomorrow! She continued to walk down the streets of Camden disappointedly.

Just then her train of thought was broken by the local newsboy.

“Extra extra! Read all about it! Daily mail halfa shilling!” Little Bendela yelled in his school uniform.

Chi Chi approached him but in a non predatory way because she didn’t mess around with little kids like that.

“What’s in the news today little boy?” She asked, spitting on the floor.

“Im 26 ma'am” He answered in a cockney tone, his little red cheeks growing hot with rage.

“You’ll use no such tone with me boy!” Chi Chi said slapping the twat. “I’ll have a paper please.”

Little boy Bendelacreme sobbed and handed over the paper. Chi Chi opened it up and could barely believe what she was seeing.

“Blimey! A battle of the bands today with a cash prize of 100,000 quid!!” She exclaimed dropping into a perfect split in joy.

“Oo aye right you are mista! Down at the old theatre where all those donkeys were found!” Bendela added.

An idea formed in Chi Chi’s mind. The amount of rent she had to pay happened to be exactly 100,000 pounds conveniently enough.

“You know what? I’m going to enter!”

Ben began bursting into laughter as his little round face lit up with glee. “Oho thats a gaff if i ever did hear one! Everyone knows ur tone deaf miss Devayne, ever since you exploded that donkey.” He chuckled, wiping away a salty tear.

“Shut the fuck up.” Chi Chi said, slapping the cunt again to put him in his place. “You’ll speak when told to boy.”

“Even if you wanted to enta miss Devayne, yous need three or more band members. You know, like the Beatles and such.” Ben said whilst on the floor in agony clasping his face.

“Three or more members hm?” She said, scratching her stubble. “Fancy joining my band?”

“No can do, i gots to sell all these papers or my mum won’t let me in the house. Good luck miss.” He responded, already halfway down the street in fear of getting another beating. Silly silly little boy.

“UR MUMS A FILTHY SKETT GET BACK HERE.” Chi Chi shouted at him as he ran. It was no use. He was gone faster than Lance Armstrong on steroids.

Even Bendelacreme being a little batty crease couldn’t dampen her mood at this point. She was ready to win that battle of the bands with a total bop of a song.

She would create the next Oasis, the next Blur, the next Smashmouth.

But first she needed bandmates…

Just then she spotted Britney Spears vouging down the street looking like a complete plebb. It was better than nothing.

“Oi Britney! Yeah get over here!”

“My names Derrick” the blonde said, making her way over.

“Want to be in my band?”

“Lol Sure”

Disgusting. She was perfect. She wasn’t visibly on any heroin, and had shopping bags from tesco, so she wasn’t on benefits either.

“Sick, you’re going to play synth.”

“Like fuck i am.” Derrick said, embroiled with rage. “I was classically trained on the guitar.”

Chi Chi raised her mighty hand in slapping formation to Derrick. She needed to be taught some manners.

“YOULL PLAY syNTH WANKSTAIN.”

Derrick nodded before snatching the paper for herself. There it was. Right next to the article about the Piers Morgan donkey scandal. In big bold comic sans spelt ‘Battle of the bands.’

“Fat chance of us entering with two members.” Derrick roared.

“I’m working on it ffs get off my back.” Chi Chi screamed.

Just then she felt her tummy rumble. It was a deep and low rumble, akin to that of a barking dog, or even perhaps even a bin lorry driving by in the early hours of the morning.

Yes, Chi cHi was hungry. But she didn’t have any money. She spent her last paycheck on a lotto ticket.

“Let’s discuss this over a hearty Nando’s shall we?” she said, slapping Derrick on her manly toned back. “You’re paying.”

Derrick threw the paper to the floor. “I can’t pay. I spent all my money on Xanax and Tesco’s. All i got is a quid.”

She was right. A quid isn’t Nando’s money. Its Pick and Mix money at best. She’d just have to think of something fast.

“Lets beg like in oliver twist.” Chi Chi suggested. Derrick seemed to agree, but maybe that was because she threatened to beat her up earlier.

Just then Chi Chi set her eyes on someone walking down the street. Quick as a monkeynut with a jackhammer she made her way over to the individual and held out her hands.

“Please sir, can i ave’ some more?” Chi Chi said sadly, some eye infection goo coming out of her eyes instead of tears.

The individual looked confused for a moment, then got a ladle of porridge from her handbag and dropped it wetly into her hands.

“What the fuck it this. I didn’t want porridge did i, I wanted some money or something.”

“Oh sorry lol” the stranger offered taking back the porridge for later. “I don’t own any money at the moment. Teresa May and all.”

Chi Chi nodded agreeingly. “In that case do you want to join our band?”

The stranger nodded and sealed the deal with a wicked fistbump.

“My names Naysha Lopez. Synth extrordanair.”

“Your going to be on synth.”

“Well yes i just said-”

Chi Chi slapped her hard in the face in a fit of fury. Her word was law. She was the big dog.

“Aight we’re ready to rock. Let’s go back to my place.”

Derrick and Naysha nodded, getting into her 2003 Volkswagen that Chi Chi won in a game of chess.

The van was full of hippy shit. Fuckugly tie dye shirts, 42 vinyl albums of the Stone Roses, and a massive bong full of old weedwater.

“First we need to get our looks right.” Derrick suggested, taking out a large pair of scissors and hacking at her hair.

“And what we’re going to play.” Naysha added, beating out a mad eurobeat synth solo.

“Lads.” Chi Chi stopped them both, raising her hands. “Its not about how you look or sound.” She said sincerely, patting Derrick on the shoulder. “It’s about how much acid you take.”

She took out a small plastic bag with three tabs of acid, passing them out. They each popped the paper on their tongues and felt it dissolve.

“Alright now we’ve done that we should really figure out what we’re going to play.” Naysha said, picking the synth back up.

“How about we theme the song around the hardships of love.” Derrick said, sitting on a beanbag surrounded by her own hair.

“We-lets…lets wait like…half an hour. you’ll have better ideas.” Chi Chi added, taking a massive rip out of the dirty bong.

Half an hour later after hotboxing the camper van Chi Chi looked at her Casio sports watch.

“Oh dude the battle of the bands is in half an hour.”

“Shiit” Derrick said, her jaw hanging slack. “So what about if we came out on the stage in-in like picture this. We come out in geometrical shape costumes.”

“Yeah like Dragometry.” Naysha added, unable to move her head.

“Oh yeah meta..” Derrick nodded, writing it down, except the pen she was using was a cheese string and there was no paper.

“I have some old Capri Sun multi pack boxes in the back, let’s go out completely naked covered in those.” Chi Chi said, snapping her fingers.

Everyone clapped for the sheer excellence of that very notion. Around ten minutes later they were all naked and covered in Capri Sun boxes.

“Oh man.” Derrick said poking Nayshas body that was now unconscious on the floor. “Nayshas passed out and the battle of the bands is in like 20 minutes.”

“Yeah just like…” Chi Chi rubbed her finger over Derricks mouth in a shushing motion. “Just like i saw in um…nature shows, you pour water in their mouths and they’re fine…so…”

Derrick nodded taking a half empty Capri Sun and pouring it into Nayshas mouth. It began to bubble as Naysha hacked and coughed it out.

“Aaah there she is. Party animal.” Chi Chi laughed. “Alright let’s write a song.”

“I was thinking, we sing about the shapes we are, and sing about societal struggles and riots in london and an unfair corrupt justice system.” Naysha said swallowing the gargled Capri Sun and getting off the floor.

“I’m liking the first bit, like shapes and shit.” Chi Chi said, igniting the engine of the car and speeding away. “Were probably ready i think lets go perform.”

“You just hit a little boy selling papers back there.”

“Nah dude ur tripping.” Chin Chin said turning on the windshield whispers to get the blood off.

When they finally arrived after driving down the A38 the battle of the bands was underway. The entrance was bustling with people eager to see the peformances.

As the trio made their way through the crowd they got some funny looks, but maybe because they were wearing cardboard boxes and were sticky from Capri Sun juice.

Once they got to the bouncer he stopped them from getting through with a grunt.

“Oi leds, restricted area, bands only.” He said in a thick nothern tone.

“Oh? Haven’t you heard?” Chi Chi spoke confidently, her eyes facing different directions due to all the acid. “We’re the new band on the block!”

The bouncer simply shook his head.

“Oive never seen yous before. Whatre you’re names?”

They all pondered for a second before Naysha snapped her fingers.

“We’re Dragometry, the geometric power trio unsatisfied with social injustice.” She said proudly burping halfway through her sentence.

The bouncer looked stunned for a moment before nodding. “Meta…” he said letting them all through.

When they got inside they could scope out the competition. It seems the entirety of Camdens music scene had gathered to win that 100,000 quid.

As they made their way inwards they were stopped by a group of angry looking new yorkers.

“Oh looky here lads, what do we gots.” One of them said, cracking their knuckles.

“Looks likea buncha whimps to me!” Another one said snickering.

Naysha burst out in tears. Chi Chi had to do something for the credibility of her band!

“We’re only the greatest musicians since Cher Loyd.” She retorted with her quick drug induced whit. “Who are you?”

The three new Yorkers struck a dynamic pose and exclaimed in unison.

“We are Street Meats! Betty, Bob and Thorgy!!!”

“Gay.” Derrick said, picking some broccoli out of her teeth.

“Alright well, later lads.” Chi Chi said, pushing past the entitled fuckers. Bloody Americans.

“Not so fast!!” Bob said, grabbing her by the shoulders. “This is our turf, see? And we don’t take too kindly to people trying to get our 100,00 dollars!”

“Fuck i left the engine on.” Chi Chi said, turning to Naysha.

“We have a little bet to propose.” Thorgy said, taking out a hostage from her guitar case. “Win and we’ll leave forever. Loose…and we’ll kill this hostage.”

Derrick poked the hostage in the belly and scratched her stubble in consideration.

“Mmmmmm” She said, thinking hard. “…N-…..n…..hmmmmm. No.”

“Oh?” Acid betty said chuckling manically. “Did we forget to mention the hostage happens to be…THE QUEEN OF ENGLAND?”

“SHIIIT” Chi Chi bawled, sobbing into her hands.

“C-challenge accepted.” Naysha said, her eyes beginning to well up. “Don’t worry your majesty…we’ll get you out of this…” she said holding the queens wrinkled hands.

“Oi thanks lads.” The queen responded. Adjusting the crown on her head.

Just like that Thorgy stuffed her back in his guitar case and threw it into the coat room.

“Good luck ladies.” Bob chuckled, fist bumping Acid Betty as they walked away.

Things had just gotten serious. Now the common wealth was in their hands. Chi Chi felt sick.

“What are we going to do?” Derrick cried. His hands were shaking.

She took a deep breath and stood up straight, adjusting her cardboard box.

“I’ll tell you exactly what we’re going to do. We’re going to win this fucking battle of the bands, and then we’re going to be knighted by the queen of England, thats what we’re going to do.” Chi Chi said in a confident voice.

With newfound confidence the trio patted each-other on their naked sweaty backs. The first band had just begun to play. Les Chicken Wings they called themselves.

They were pretty sick ngl. A bit like The Clash but with cross dressers.

“BUY OUR VYNIL IN THE BACK.” The lead vocalist screamed once the band finished up. Chi Chi turned around and there stood Little boy Bendelacreme selling vinyls!

“Oh shit what happened to you.” She asked, grimacing at his horribly mangled body.

“I was left disfigured when you ran me over earlier. Would you like to buy a vinyl?” He said, holding out a disk in his bloodied hands.

Chi Chi flicked a shilling in his direction and took one.

“Lighten up miss Chi Chi! You look awful nervous.”

“I suppose you could say that.” She admitted, looking at the floor and shuffling her feet.

“Wotts wrong?”

“Well i managed to get a band together but instead of practicing we went back to my van and took acid so now we’re wearing cardboard boxes and we don’t have a song to perform, and if we fuck up the queen of England dies.”

“Hmmm, i think i saw this on an episode of friends once!” Ben said cheerily, his broken bones making a crunching noise as he smiled. “Joey told Chandler to believe in himself, and everything turned out aight.”

Chi Chi nodded. “Yeah.” She said under her breath.

She just needed to believe in herself. She had the music in her. If she didn’t give up she’d win the battle of the bands for sure.

“Thats right Chi Chi, believe in yourself.” A mystery voice said. She looked up.

Bloody hell! It was the Beatles! Here to perform for the whole of Camden!

“John Lennon, Paul McCartney, George Harrison, Ringo Starr, What are you doing here?” She said excitedly.

“We’re here to tell you to never give up.” John said in a liverpoolian accent.

“Yeah, you can do it.” Ringo said, smiling.

“Thanks the Beatles! I won’t let you down!”

“Yeah, its like we say in Yellow Submarine, “Rah, rah, ah, ah, ah, roma, roma, ma. Gaga, ooh, la, la… want your bad romance.” Paul added, patting Chi Chi on the shoulder.

“Now go out there and sing! Sing like the commonwealth depends on it!” George said inspiringly.

Chi Chi was ready. She heard somebody call them to the stage. Grabbing her synth she felt her fingers trembling.

Showtime.

She looked at her bandmates.

Derrick was holding the synth upside down.

Nayshas costume had fallen off do she was completely naked.

They were ready.

They each played the opening chords and leaned into the microphones.

“We are the girls of Dragometry. All shapes and sizes are what we bring” Each of them sang in harmony, feeling the rhythm and LSD run through their veins.

“Rectangle girls of the world” they yelled, feeling their metaphorical oats.

“Around every girl, in a circle I run You can be square, hon, but don’t be a nun” Naysha said into the mic, shining like the star she was.

“We just wanna celebrate. No matter the size, no matter the shape!”

The rest of the performance went pretty stellar in Chi Chis opinion. She came up with a particularly good line about being a bumblebee, and Derrick was bopping out like it was nobodies business.

The performance concluded.

Silence filled the room.

There was a moments pause as the audience was stunned. It was as if the spirit of Freddy Mercury had possessed them all on stage and caused them to create the single most amazing tune in the world.

“You guys suck wang!!” A member of the audience shouted, as the crowd began to boo.

What?

The booing continued. How could that be? They created a total bop!

“Hey look! Their music killed John Lennon!” Another audience member yelled.

Chi Chi looked over to a very dead John foaming at the mouth twitching on the floor.

“They killed a member of the Beatles. Kill them! Blood for blood!!!” The crowd yelled, throwing empty bottles at Kopparberg at the trio.

They dodged the bottles and swiftly ran backstage and sighed together.

“I don’t get it. I thought that went well.” Chi Chi said sadly, throwing her cardboard box to the ground in defeat.

“I thought my stepford wife line was sick.” Derrick said sadly.

“I did too! And that circle thing Naysha said was totally tubular.” Chi Chi agreed.

They all sat down on the floor waiting for their inevitable demise. The audience would find a way backstage and shank them all to death for sure. Plus the Queen of England was probably going to die, and they lost the bet against Street Meats.

Soon enough they all heard banging on the door and angry yells. This was the end.

“It was good doing acid with the two of you.” Chi Chi said, holding both their hands.

“Yeah, thanks for seeing past the fact i look like Britney spears.” Derrick replied, squeezing her hand.

“And thanks for saving me earlier when i was passed out.” Naysha smiled sadly, still fully naked.

They all sat together and accepted their fate.

Just before they were mobbed by angry fans, a woman appeared in front of them.

Jesus! It was Debby Harry!

“Hey buckos” she said lighting a ciggy.

“Blondie? What are you doing here?” Chi Chi gasped, standing up in shock.

“I’m here to tell you to never give up fuckheads. That performance out there was absolutely shocking, but you still have a chance at saving the Queen.”

They all looked at their feet sadly.

“It’s no use world famous singer Debby Harry, if we go out there, we’ll be killed.” Naysha cried, wiping away some eye infection goo.

Debby slapped her hard in the face.

“You know. I used to go out on stage off my tits on LSD, stumbling around, saying nonsense about bumblebees. But i never gave up. Soon i moved on to singing about hearts of glass and it was lit. Everybody loved it.” Debby said with wisdom and a knowing look.

“Get out there and give them an encore they’ll never bloody forget!!”

Filled with newfound confidence the trio cheered and high fived. Blondie had given them the courage to go back out there.

They got back on stage and Chi Chi grabbed a mic.

“There they are!!” An angry hipster yelled.

“Kill them!” Another roared.

“Wait wait.” Chi Chi hushed them, raising her hands. “You see those people over there?” She continued, pointing over to Street Meats who were leaning against the wall eating mini sausage rolls.

“They have the Queen of England in their guitar case!!” Naysha said as Street Meats started to look panicked. “They said they would kill her if we didn’t win!”

The crowds attention turned from Dragometry to Bob Acid and Thorgy. They circled the guitar case slowly.

“Look- we can explain.” Bob began, backing away.

But it was too late. They unzipped the case and the Queen fell out. She got up and looked around.

“Wait a minute…” an audience member said, leaning in to examine her face. “This isn’t the Queen!!!”

Muttering and mumbles erupted in the room as somebody moved forward and pulled off the queens wig and crown.

“Jesus christ!! It’s Bono!!”

Bono escaped through the door like a startled deer into the woods. Fuck.

“Nobody cares about Bono. GET DRAGOMETRY!!”

Another bottle was thrown at Chi Chi, then another. The last thing she remembered was Paul McCartney hitting her directly in the forehead with a bottle of Carling.

Then complete blackness.

A few hours pass.

She feels comfort under her heavy body.

And a sharp pain in her forehead.

As Chi Chi opens her eyes she’s greeted to Little boy Bendelacreme in a well lit room with white walls.

“Ben??” She says weakly. “Where am i?”

“Ayup miss Devayne! Your in hospital. Bottle got you in the head i say. Right in the noggin.”

Chi Chi was confused. She turned her head and saw the three remaining Beatles standing over her bed looking apologetic.

“Yeah, sorry Chi Chi, we shouldn’t of lashed out like that.” Ringo said, his massive nose drooping with sadness.

“But i killed John.” Chi Chi said sadly.

“Nah, it was a drug overdose. Nothing to do with you at all!”

They all laughed together in unison. What a funny coincidence!

But Chi Chi couldn’t hear the laugh of her two best friends, Derrick and Naysha. She frowned again, rubbing her forehead. She feared the worst

“Where are my bandmates?” She asked, almost scared to get a response.

Bendelacreme took of his hat and held it to his chest, looking down to the floor.

“No idea I’m afraid.” George admitted, shrugging his shoulders. “Maybe they…managed to escape.”

Chi Chi liked that idea…but no. Her friends were gone. Probably trampled to death. She felt a great gap in her heart where her two best friends in the world used to be.

But for now, she was just grateful to be alive in a warm hospital bed, knowing that the Queen of England was completely safe.

She remembered what Naysha said at the end of their number.

Thank you, thank you.

Be different.

love yourself.

Love yourself.

#hobnob #chi chi devayne #naysha lopez #derrick barry #bob the drag queen #thorgy thor #acid betty #bendelacreme #rpdr fanfiction #submission #crack fic #s8

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October 11th, 2018 CTP Archive

The archive for the Comic Tea Party chat that occurred on October 11th, 2018, from 5PM - 7PM PDT. The chat focused on Four Corners by Boniae.

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RebelVampire

COMIC TEA PARTY- THURSDAY BOOK CLUB START!

Good evening, everyone~! This week’s Thursday Book Club is officially beginning! Today we are discussing Four Corners by Boniae~! (http://fourcorners.smackjeeves.com/)

Remember that Thursday discussions are completely freeform! However, every 30 minutes I will drop in OPTIONAL discussion questions in case you’d like a bit of a prompt. If you miss out on one of these prompts, you can find them pinned for the chat’s duration. Additionally, remember that while constructive criticism is allowed, our focus is fun and respectfully appreciating the comic. All that said, let’s begin!

QUESTION 1. What is your favorite scene in the comic so far and why?

RebelVampire

one of my favorite scenes is actually when hideki and kazuhiro have their little confessions. i really loved the silence, pacing, and paneling in that moment. the time it took to depict it and the fact that the images were allowed to speak for themselves made it a really great moment with fantastic atmosphere.

another scene that i quite enjoyed was when we first see ranmaru. i felt like itd been quite a while since there was a good fight, so it was good to see. but i also like the story effects the scene had. since this was really the moment hideki stopped toeing the line and was ready to admit he was in it for something more. and i think this sort of fighting parallel worked well with having such a pivotal character development

less of a scene, but in general i liked that whole chapter where hideki and kazuhiro spend time together. it was nice to see them bond over not work and learn a ton more about hideki. i think as a whole it was a needed chapter because it helped bring the characters closer together to create a stronger dynamic for what i imagine will be many troubles ahead

mathtans

I made it! ^.^ I only got partly into Chapter 5, busy week... for everyone, apparently.

I'm guessing the bonding was mostly in Chapter 5, that seemed to be where it was heading.

Superjustinbros

Hello!

RebelVampire

yes it was chapter 5

cause i had to look just now XD

mathtans

Was Ranmaru the guy who drugged people?

(I'm bad with names, for the record. Every week.)

Superjustinbros

Can I just say that I'm in love with the art style?

mathtans

I liked seeing how the art evolved over time myself.

Superjustinbros

It's very manga-like and I like how the faces don't go overblown with details

RebelVampire

yes ranmaru was the guy who drugged me.

yeah i also like the art style in regards to the setting. its got a kind of older manga nostalgia feel to it

but the art evolution is also fun. i forgot how diff that first chapter was (cause this is my 2nd time reading the entire comic for the record)

mathtans

Okay, then yeah, I also liked the scene with Ranmaru and the two of them fighting (I'm assuming you meant that, since I think the first time we see Ranmaru he's with the fortune teller).... though part of the reason I liked it was because the guy had call waiting for another fight or something.

Superjustinbros

I actually never thought that it looks like the "vintage manga" style until you mentioned it

mathtans

I noticed a mention that the comic had been reviewed in StArt Faire.

Superjustinbros

That's cool

mathtans

Yeah, and it went from shading to colour - I think the artist said it was to deal better with shading? I might be misremembering. Interesting.

RebelVampire

yeah i meant the fighting scene. sorry. im like on 3 hours of sleep atm and havent quite woken up to full function yet.

but yeah i liked how the fight was ultimately ended by a phone call

like that takes a lot of gall, but i like how it shows off ranmaru's character of not really giving a damn about their little fight that much

mathtans

Not a problem, I understood, and the wee one kept me up last night here too.

Yeah, that's true, it went to characterization.

Then there was the little bonus comic (non-canon) where he was called away to talk about types of shirts. I gravitate towards the humourous bits.

Superjustinbros

That sounds cute, lol

mathtans

It's cool that in a comic like this which has fighting and relationship issues, that there's still fun to be had.

Superjustinbros

Indeed

I mean if it was nothing but those two it'd get boring/repetitive.

mathtans

I dunno, they have pretty good chemistry. But yeah, not totally feasible for world building.

I want to see Hideki at an all you can eat buffet.

RebelVampire

yeah. i really like that the gang focused on also is a gang who is just going around protecting ppl and stuff. i think that gives them a needed high ground for what the comic is doing.

hideki at an all you can eat buffet sounds spooky XD

Superjustinbros

Well it's almost Halloween so X3

mathtans

Yeah, that was an interesting take on gangs! Doesn't seem to net them any additional popularity in the school though (or with the ladies).

I wonder if "four corners" is from, like, if you're doing evil anywhere in the four corners of the room we'll spot you.

Superjustinbros

Well it's always good to see characters doing things outside what the audience expects them to always do

Helps flesh 'em out, if you know what I'm saying

RebelVampire

ya know ive never actually thought about what the name might stand for and now im curious

mathtans

Indeed.

Their founder really liked squares?

RebelVampire

i was just gonna make a square joke XD

Superjustinbros

Quick, what's the square root of 24

RebelVampire

QUESTION 2. Though some things have been revealed over the course of the comic, Hideki still remains quite the mystery. In what way do you think Hideki was involved with Four Corners in the past? Was he some sort of consultant, a member by association, or something else? Do you think Hideki really left gang life just to avoid violence, or do you think there is something more to it? What do you think he did that gave birth to the dark rumors surrounding him? Further, what is Hideki’s relationship with the man he keeps hallucinating on seeing? What exactly happened that seemed to cause Hideki such worry and trauma? Does it have something to do with why Hideki is so knowledgeable about gang activity? Lastly, do you think his current involvement will have negative consequences for his future, especially in regards to taking over for his father?

mathtans

A bit under 5, SJ.

Superjustinbros

Nice

mathtans

Well, Hideki's family is into big business and all, maybe he was just looking for something to analyze in that sense, like as you say a consultant or something... makes sense that he would attempt the same thing later with ... ... damn it, I forget name of protagonist. x.x

RebelVampire

kazuhiro

mathtans

Starts with Y.

Superjustinbros

Thanks Rebel

mathtans

Oh, right.

That's not even a Y. (Is there a character page? I always need one to keep everybody straight, it's the visuals I remember more than the names.)

RebelVampire

http://fourcorners.smackjeeves.com/characters/

mathtans

Sweeeeeet. I didn't remember seeing a link.

Superjustinbros

Nice hairstyles on these characters

mathtans

Anyway, back to what I was saying, maybe Hideki was just looking to apply his skills, and was turned off by the violence; maybe I just don't look that deep.

Superjustinbros

Keiichi especially

But I digress(edited)

RebelVampire

maybe although idk. itd be weird if hideki was involved cause of the business. but then again maybe his father has secret gang connections we dont know about? tbh tho i think he was just assumed to be part of the gang cause he followed keiichi around. that and was into his own sort of trouble.

keiichi does have great hair

Superjustinbros

http://i.imgur.com/qvXivUg.png Dare I say he looks like a total daddy

RebelVampire

so i assume the man hideki was seeing is arakawa (fortune teller guy), though i didnt want to be presumptious in the question. so im wondering how the heck do they know each other. cause im worried hideki tried to join the yakuza or something but then chickened out. and thus sought refuge with the four corners when the yakuza were mad

mathtans

Oh, that'd be interesting, Dad with secret connections. Or maybe the mastermind behind everything is a half brother Hideki doesn't know about. And he keeps getting pulled in by those forces.

Arakawa is half brother. Calling it now.

Superjustinbros

That would be an interestign twist

RebelVampire

i did consider that. or if the mystery man and arakawa are two diff ppl, the mystery man is hideki's secret brother.

mathtans

Hideki maybe got in over his head and figured he might need the gang, perhaps? But then realized he could just run away and that worked better, so gave it up.

I'm impressed, I just came up with random crazy plot off the top of my head.

RebelVampire

that could be maybe. although idk where hideki's quitting resides with keiichi's death

mathtans

Or maybe part of Hideki was thinking he was gay, and gangs are largely guys, and so he figured he'd try it out as a way to meet more guys, but then was turned off by the actual fighting and stuff. Because he hadn't met best fighter Kazuhiro yet.

RebelVampire

it could be keiichi died before hideki quit

and hideki was like peace out

mathtans

Hmm. Maybe but I didn't get the vibe from the timelines.

RebelVampire

i didnt get it either but hard to say for sure.

i do think hideki had a run in with the yakuza in some way. cause itd make sense then why hed know how to watch gangs or something. and itd explain why hideki's cousin was super extra worried at the path hideki was starting down again

or maybe...keiichi was the one in the yakuza all along O_O and hideki found out and was like "how dare"

mathtans

Oooh, there's a twist.

Superjustinbros

That'd be... kinda scary

mathtans

I've been continuing my reading in the background and just got to this page: http://fourcorners.smackjeeves.com/comics/2456598/ch5p18/. Maybe Hideki is rebelling a bit about the fact that his future is laid out for him? Could explain some of the worry about him, as well as his investigative skills.

"I don't want to be a businessman. I want to be a private detective."

RebelVampire

yeah on a more mundane but equally believable level, it couldve just been youthful rebellion. albeit id more believe that keiichi helped hideki with some bullies or something and hideki was like "wow if i learn to fight i can control more own life." and he just happened to be super good at it

i wonder if well get to see hideki's dad ever cause that could be an illuminating conversation

Superjustinbros

I wonder which of those two occupations would be more troublesome to work in

RebelVampire

which two occupations?

mathtans

Could be. (I think we saw his dad in a flashback panel or something, but he doesn't seem to be around. Maybe Hideki was also hoping to get Dad's attention?)

Superjustinbros

The ones Match mentioned

mathtans

Businessman or private detective, I wager.

Hideki just needs to make friends with a gourmet chef. Oh wait, he has Kazuhiro there.

RebelVampire

i dont think hideki's relationship with his dad is bad. but maybe his dad has all the answers. is like "hideki i know you miss your secret brother"

and businessman is probably harder

given the setting

mathtans

Oh whoa, comic has multiple languages. (I guess when we see English they're actually speaking Japanese, and so this is... chinese?)

Yeah, his family relations don't seem bad, just distant.

Superjustinbros

I heard Japanese

mathtans

I'm still reading Chapter 5, they just met Hideki's cousin.

Oh, Taiwanese. Helps to keep reading.

RebelVampire

yeah youre gonna see some info about hideki there

which shows his dad is actually not that bad a dude just busy and socially awkward

mathtans

Maybe Hideki's mixed heritage is also how he ended up so aloof.

Superjustinbros

Perhaps

RebelVampire

yeah. hideki has a lot of demons there i think. or had cause i feel he seems probably more adjusted than he used to be? not that hes fully healed but he seems less troubled than in that one flashback

mathtans

Seeing the banter reminds me of another scene I liked, after Hideki had turned down the girl or whatever, and Kazuhiro is hiding and then he goes... wait, why am I hiding?

RebelVampire

yes i enjoyed that moment too. especially cause i was already laughing wondering why he was hiding.

in terms of comedy i like hideki with his "friends"

and his magical excuses to leave

QUESTION 3. Besides Hideki and Kazuhiro, we also see several scenes with the villainous Arakawa who seems to be immensely involved with what’s happening to the gangs. What do you think Arakawa’s aim is? Is it a solo goal, or does it have something to do with the yakuza? For what reason do you think Arakawa hides under an assumed identity? Is it related to his goals, or is there a different reason for it? Do you think Arakawa is still even part of the yakuza in full? For what reason do you think Arakawa tolerates Ranmaru, and how might Arakawa’s plans change to deal with him? Finally, Arakawa mentions fortune-telling and how knowing what’s going to happen beforehand is a viable strategy. What do you think this might mean for what’s going on in the story, and do you think Hideki and Kazuhiro will be able to handle it?

Superjustinbros

Money, dear boy

RebelVampire

i mean its possible. although if arakawa wanted money i dont think hed be worked a service industry manager cover story.

mathtans

Right. Also interesting how at the festival when he left his friends and encountered Kazuhiro that he played it off as the guy's just another friend from a year down.

The Arakawa fortune telling thing is an interesting angle. I wonder if he can do readings on people without their knowledge. I also wonder if he just tries to make things come true that he sees, like a self-fulfiling prophecy.

Superjustinbros

That would be interesting

mathtans

As far as tolerating Ranmaru goes, sometimes it's fun to have someone around to tease? ^.^

Superjustinbros

yus

RebelVampire

oh thats a good line of thought. id never consider that arakawa meant he didnt actually tell the future. he meant that he just makes the future happen to suit his vision

maybe hideki was arakawa's apprentice and arakawa was trying to teach hideki all about fortune reading but hideki was like "fortune telling isnt profitable" and bailed

im gonna go the simple route with theories and say arakawa's goal is simply to eliminate competition. cause he wants to push the drugs but cant do so easily when gangs are around protecting territories. so hes just making it easy for himself

mathtans

Hideki preferred using a crystal ball, but only amateurs use crystal balls, so they had a falling out.

That makes some sense, except why knock the gangs out rather than simply cutting a deal with them or something?

Pride? Desire for a monopoly?

RebelVampire

desire for a monopoly. and like really why cut them in if theyre so simple to move out of the way. arakawa seems very much a play the long con game sort of guy. so if he has to put more in the overhead to get tons more profit later, hed probably do it

mathtans

(Oh, hey, a trans character, that's neat.)

I suppose, just seems like that would call more attention to you, putting down all the gangs, which is something Arakawa wants to avoid. Maybe that's also why he has Ranmaru, to act as a lightning rod?

Superjustinbros

(Good to have them trans characters, always)

mathtans

(Wow, Hideki's pretty sharp, picking up on things.)

Superjustinbros

So sharp he can easily pierce through steel

RebelVampire

but is anyone gonna care about gangs besides gangs? cause nobody of the general public seems irritated that the gangs are being taken out XD

but yeah i do think this is why ranmaru is around

Superjustinbros

RebelVampire

he can deal with the gangs and is crazy enough to follow arakawa

mathtans

I suppose there's that. I wonder why the Four Corners is being targeted now? Is it just they were next in the region, or if there's some method behind it? Like, maybe Arakawa's behind Keiichi too.

RebelVampire

are they being specific target tho? cause i took the 'they're next' thing as more metaphorical. in the sense that theyre on the chopping block in general and could be next or they could be taken out at any time

mathtans

Not sure, just wondering if there's more to it somehow.

RebelVampire

there could be

QUESTION 4. Compared to the present, Kazuhiro’s time before the Four Corners seems drastically different. Do you think their walk-out father is the only reason Kazuhiro and Keiichi had a strained relationship? Or was there something else going on between them? Why do you think Keiichi started the Four Corners, and why do you think Keiichi kept up with it in the face of his family’s disapproval? Why do you think Kazuhiro was so compelled to take over the Four Corners, especially considering the drastic change in personality and style he underwent? Do you think Kazuhiro will be able to uphold Keiichi’s ideals and save the Four Corners at the end of the day? Also, do you think he’ll repair some of his relationship with his sisters, or will his pursuits continue to cause a rift? Lastly, do you think Keiichi died of natural causes, or was his death caused by sinister means?

RebelVampire

the keiichi segue

mathtans

Well played.

RebelVampire

i dont think keiichi died of natural causes. if nothing more than the fact that nobody has yet said how he died in the comic and that is hella suspicious

Superjustinbros

yes

mathtans

Interesting point about Kazuhiro taking over Four Corners, given how they didn't get along too well, that didn't even fully register with me. Maybe he realized his brother had been trying to do good? Maybe he was even a member before Keiichi passed away? (I mean, you don't get promoted from outside, do you?)

Keiichi, suspiciously walked in front of a bus.

RebelVampire

idk id believe he got promoted from outside. if only because none of the other members ive seen strike me as leader types.

mathtans

There is that. He knows the gang members pretty well though.

RebelVampire

i do think theres some message of respect hidden behind why he took over. and he just didnt realize how much he respected his bro till it was too late

mathtans

Yeah, I can see that. Nice thought there.

(Made it through Chapter 5, OMG, the anniversary/april video at the end... that's amazing. And Arakawa has a magic 8 ball, hilarious!)

Superjustinbros

lol

I used to love those

mathtans

As to why Keiichi started it up, maybe a bunch of them wanted to clean up the four corners of the neighbourhood, and decided a gang would be the best way.

RebelVampire

maybe keiichi just thought if he tidied the neighborhood their dad would come home

although maybe keiichi felt he didnt belong to his own family. so he started the four corners to create that sense of family and fill the gap

mathtans

The sister relationship angle is also interesting, I liked that it was brought up back in chapter 2, to help put the family in perspective. Might be interesting if that one unapproving sister met Lei... um, the cousin character, not on the character page... they have some things in common.

Maybe. Lots of Dad issues on the part of both main characters, for different reasons.

boniae

(whispers) HI everyone!! btw im here just listening into the conversation and screaming on the inside dont mind me

Superjustinbros

Hello!!

I see you're the maker of this lovely little comic~

mathtans

Oh, hi creator! Hope you're screaming for good reasons.

boniae

Hi everyone!!! HAHA yes for good reasons!! Im so blown away by this conversation and just thank you all for reading it this week!!! ahhhh

mathtans

So yeah, as to whether Kazuhiro will save the Four Corners, I think obviously he'll die a tragic death saving Hideki, who goes off to become a monk. It paves the way for the sequel involving sister Kiyomi taking over the Four Corners next.

Superjustinbros

Heehee, glad you're enjoying the show.

RebelVampire

glad you could make it, @boniae ~!

Superjustinbros

Well there's only about 15 minutes left so...

I'm sure you got my comments on the art style when I popped in earlier

also lol Math

RebelVampire

haha i did kind of route for kiyomi taking over. just an endless cycle of respect, the four corners will never die. its why the mom had kids.

Superjustinbros

oh yes

mathtans

Actually, Mom had four kids... and they're the four corners gang... coincidence?

It was the Boxing club in the video parody.

boniae

@Superjustinbros YES AH thank you im so glad you like my art?! @RebelVampire LMFAOO

Superjustinbros

Aay, you're welcome! It some really good art you got going on~

boniae

@mathtans somebody's onto me...... you know too much....

Superjustinbros

lol, that's math for ya

mathtans

Or possibly too little. But maybe Keiichi had wanted a boxing club and was rejected and figured, I'll start a gang instead then.

Then someone dropped a piano on him. Tragic.

Superjustinbros

Math running a gang

I can sense all the incoming math puns

RebelVampire

couldnt get enough members to make a boxing club, but everyone was totally up for a gang

Superjustinbros

and characters with outrageous hair

mathtans

Oh, speaking of gang members, just wanted to add that Azumi's an interesting member. Not just for the female perspective, but how she seemed to know how to push Hideki's buttons.

RebelVampire

yeah i also liked that azumi had been around when keiichi was. cause i think that adds an interesting dimension to the whole kazuhiro takes over thing. since he really did kind of overtake more likely ppl to take over

mathtans

Yes, that too. You can see how the continuity goes through the two leaders, and there's still respect there.

Superjustinbros

Yuh

RebelVampire

i wanna see more of the gang in general tho. especially makoto since hes supposedly a great but unreliable fighter

Superjustinbros

mathtans

Started a bit into Chapter 6. Interesting fleshing out of the 'villain' characters. There's a lot of interesting characters overall.

Superjustinbros

I second Rebel's comment

mathtans

Could work as a flashback. "Remember the time Makoto slept in for the big fight?"

Actually, some of the flashback stuff has been interesting in it's own right. And I felt like it was well placed. Like, relevant.

RebelVampire

since makoto liked manga apparently, i hope the context of them seeing him fight was that someone told him his waifu was trash

yeah i really loved getting to actually see past hideki in the house and kazuhiro being grump master of glares

mathtans

Heh. Gotta pick your battles.

Superjustinbros

And pick them well

mathtans

Ranmaru prefers to just let things happen. He's gonna annoy the wrong person the wrong way some time... needs to adopt Hideki's "run away" strategy more often.

RebelVampire

are there any final comments anyone wants to share?

mathtans

One last thought, I wonder if the setting of 1995 is relevant? Or is that just to avoid cell phones?

Superjustinbros

Nothing much, other than that I'd like to quickly wish Boniae success on the comic, it's coming along great so far and I'm sure it'll grow to be even bigger!

mathtans

(My history is pretty bad.)

Or maybe it's to have Makoto be a fan of the anime back then.

boniae

Aww thank you so much!!! I appreciate this so much you guys!!! and LMFAO i legit dont even remember why I picked 1995, I think it was on a whim and then realized i had/have to do so much research to see if things existed and what was happening in 1995

mathtans

I guess we'll see then! Thanks!

Superjustinbros

You're welcome, @boniae!

RebelVampire

COMIC TEA PARTY- THURSDAY BOOK CLUB END!

Sadly, this wraps up this week’s Thursday Book Club chat for now. Thank you so much to everyone for reading and joining us! We want to give a special thank you to Boniae, as well, for making Four Corners. If you liked the comic, make sure to support Boniae’s efforts however you’re able to~!

Read and Comment: http://fourcorners.smackjeeves.com/

Boniae’s Patreon: https://www.patreon.com/boniae

Boniae’s Twitter: https://twitter.com/cooljalebis

Comic Tea Party- Thursday Book Club

Next week’s Thursday Book Club will be about The Origin Story by Carolin Reich. For participants, you have the next week to read as much of the comic as you would like~! We hope to see you on Thursday, October 18th, from 5PM to 7PM PDT for the chat in #thursday_bookclub!

Comic’s Main Site: https://tapas.io/series/The-Origin-Story

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