#well it started when i made her hair brighter and then thought ...what is emo glados and then i remembered this asthetic i saw everywhere

[moopbox]

do you ever just...

draw a char so so out of character... but its funny to the point you render it

presenting:

rave girl GLaDOS ;-;

im sorry miss GLaDOS it will happen again

what if ... rave boy wheatly..

and they dance together.... no nonononono what have i done

#portal 2 #portal 2 au #glados #fanart #moopbox #art #rave girl /j #scene #scenecore #well it started when i made her hair brighter and then thought ...what is emo glados and then i remembered this asthetic i saw everywhere #so i serched for the asthetic for a while to find refrence and finally found what i think it was #so have this desaster lol

[yellowmagicalgirl]

Seklos and Gaylen, They Were Cagemates! Chapter 1: Captivity

Agents of Area 49-B are there during the chaos of the Eternal Night, and unnoticed they manage to capture two specimens: an emo wizard and an Akiridion prince. Douxie and Krel must rely on each other to make it out alive, but neither expected such a deep bond to form between the two of them.

Do not let the meme title fool you, this fic will be dark.

Trigger/Spoiler Warning for Chapter 1: electrocution, kidnapping, and references to canon-typical violence as well as child abandonment.

AO3

FFN

Douxie wasn't sure why he expected the future to be void of Gumm-Gumms. Sure, according to Zoe, trolls had largely disappeared from the world at the same time that Merlin and Morgana did. And Tatik Margarid had only seen a troll once. Thus, Douxie had assumed that trolls had largely disappeared, having crawled deep underground. Orglak and his horde had stopped trying to kill humans, and the only threat to stray cats (or dragons who looked like cats) were Shadow Mephits.

Naturally, Douxie had been wrong. Gumm-Gumms had attacked the Battle of the Bands. And obviously, some people had known about them, like Claire. She had been better prepared, with her armor. There was something familiar about it. Something that made him feel homesick for Camelot.

It really sucked. And the Battle of the Bands had been going so well before the sky went orange and the Gumm-Gumms attacked. The competition was, for the most part, the way it had been last year - a bunch of amateurs who were looking for fame and had thus trained themselves to sing and badly play guitar in a month, and music students hoping to impress their teachers even though the school year had just ended. But there had been a boy who fulfilled two out of the three indicators of Douxie's type. He had wavy, chin-length hair, and he was good at music. Douxie didn't normally like dubstep, and yet that boy's music had been so mesmerizing.

Oh, who was Douxie kidding? The dubstep artist was mesmerizing in general. Douxie got the feeling that the others in Ash Dispersal Pattern would be teasing him about his latest crush right now if they weren't…

Douxie didn't know where they were. He bit his lip. Could they be dead?

He shook his head. No. He couldn't allow himself to think like that. He knew that a lot of normal humans had immediately ran for cover, so he had to think that his bandmates were still alive and in hiding. He could find them, and possibly grieve them, when the Gumm-Gumms were gone. Or he could finally reveal to them what he had been keeping a secret from the world ever since he was fourteen, and before that, until he was taken in by Merlin. It was lonely, having to keep the truth about himself hidden from his friends, and maybe this sudden incursion of Gumm-Gumms were a blessing in disguise. A chance to reveal himself. Though, he would have to check with Tatik Margarid and the hedge wizards first. He wouldn't put them in danger for his own desire to not have to hide a part of himself. After all, they couldn’t be sure if humans would accept them or not.

Douxie pushed the thoughts out of his head as he readied yet another spell. He couldn't allow himself to get distracted. Not now, not when he was in the middle of a battle. If he got too distracted, he could lose a limb or have his head bitten off.

Or, as he would later piece together, if Douxie got too distracted a normal human could hit him with a taser, knock him out, and kidnap him.

Krel let out a sound that might’ve been considered a scream of frustration had it been louder. The Mothership had been fixed! They should have left sooner, but no, they had stuck around on this mudball so that Krel could have made his mark on the humans of Arcadia Oaks. Kleb, that decision was so stupid! They should have just left. His family and Zadra would be safely hiding, and the traitor would be exiled in a place that Aja and Krel would know about.

He would never admit it to anyone, but Krel had been so stupid. Stupid, and egotistical, and so many other things he wouldn’t dare to admit to anyone.

Krel stood up and stretched. Ricky and Lucy were always trying to tell him that fresh air was good for him. It was a fault in their programing, to try and be parents to the human versions of Aja and Krel, since Akiridions didn’t need to breathe. How could the freshness of the air affect him? Moreover, how could the unfiltered air outside be fresher than the air inside?

But after all these horvaths of trying and failing, Krel would take their more-than-likely faulty advice.

Zadra was arguing with Ricky and Lucy, so Krel was able to sneak around her. Aja was closer to the door, talking on her phone.

“One moment, Steve,” she said before pressing the phone to her chest. “Where are you going?”

“Out.”

“Do you want me to come with you?”

“I’ll be fine.”

“Are you sure you’ll be safe?”

“Yes, Aja.” He held up his serrator. “I’ll be fine. Don’t tell Zadra.”

“I wouldn’t dream of it,” she said, before going back to talking to Steve. Ugh, hopefully they weren’t planning on doing more K-I-S-S-ING.

Krel exited the Mothership, looking up at the evening sky. Given how far they were from the city, Krel could just make out the beginnings of stars, as well as the brighter, more constant glow of the other planets in this system and the moon. The sky was so different here, compared to home. If he really focused, maybe he could figure out which star was nearest to home, but from so far away he would probably need some of the Mothership’s help.

Krel sighed. He didn’t need to, since he didn’t need to breathe, but it did have a calming effect. Huh. Perhaps Ricky and Lucy were right. The outdoor air was helping him.

Maybe Earth wasn’t too bad. They had to constantly hide, and it was a primitive planet, but Krel felt like he was starting to understand it. Leaving would throw the bounty hunters off their trail, yes, but it would also be a new set of social rules to learn.

Likewise, maybe it was nice that the Mothership had landed so far from the city, instead amongst all the trees. No pesky humans were there to watch Krel in his true form and talk about how all aliens wanted to suck humans’ brains out through their ears. He wouldn’t need to hide like this.

He tripped over a tree root.

Stupid. This planet was so stupid, and so were trees. Krel couldn’t wait to leave this stupid, stupid mudball.

Krel picked himself up, dusting himself off. Home didn’t have dirt. The Mothership didn’t have dirt. He hated it. Its texture was so gritty and frustrating. Stupid mudball made of dirt. Oh, why had he left the nice, clean Mothership?

Krel began to turn around when he saw bright orange through the trees. He would be best off ignoring it. As the past delson had proved, Earth was a very strange place, with things that Krel didn’t need to investigate.

But he was curious. Besides, it could be a threat.

He walked towards it. He wouldn’t get too close, just close enough to take a picture and tell Aja so she and…

Oh, kleb, he was going to have to tell Zadra that he snuck out.

He stepped on a twig. As it snapped loudly, he realized the orange formed the shape of a bipedal, two-armed life being.

It wasn’t the first time Krel had been electrocuted, but it was the first time he was knocked out because of it.

It had been a long time since Douxie had had to sleep cold, in threadbare clothes and sitting up, pressed against a wall. And never had he been alone; even as a street rat he’d had Archie. Then again, the last time he had been in this position, it had been on rough stones with space to stretch his legs and only the light of the stars, moon, and perhaps a distant home washing upon him.

He had awoken in a glass tube with an aching back and dressed in a thin white hospital gown and a pair of cuffs around his wrists with strange green flashing lights on them. Overwhelming green light lit the tube from multiple angles, and no matter how Douxie turned his head the light was always in his eyes. He’d tried to talk to the few, orange-suited figures walking around, but they had all ignored him. He wasn’t sure how long he had been here, but he had started to become hungry when the orange-suited figures had tossed a four-armed, blue-skinned person into the formerly empty tube that had been near Douxie. Douxie’s first instinct was to assume this person was a troll, but the person had been glowing blue before the green light of the adjacent tube had washed it out. Troll bodies didn’t glow.

Who or what was this person?

Krel came to with an aching shoulder. It felt like he had messed up on the wiring and –

And he’d been electrocuted by it. Or by the figure in the woods. They had been wearing orange, like the scientists of…

Krel opened his eyes to the green lighting of Area 49-B.

No.

No.

Oh, kleb, no!

Krel looked around. Had they gotten to Aja and Zadra? Or worse, Mama and Papa? What about –

Krel grit his teeth. If they had found the traitor, and Varvatos had told these humans roughly where to find the Mothership, then Krel would kill him, Aja’s pardon be klebbed by Seklos and Gaylen.

“So, you’re finally awake.”

Krel’s head snapped to the direction of the voice. There was a human, trapped in a similar cage to Krel’s. “Why are you here? You’re human.”

Well, was Douxie human like this person thought Douxie was? That was a question that both magic and mortals had been arguing about since long before Douxie’s birth. It seemed that the orange-suited figures thought that Douxie was too magic to be human, and they were the ones doing the trapping.

“I mean, I don’t exactly know where here is. You do?” Despite the fear coursing through his system, Douxie felt the smallest of smiles beginning to form on his lips. He wasn’t completely alone.

#krexie #hisirdoux casperan #krel tarron #aja tarron #area 49b #3below #tales of arcadia #and they were cagemates #seklos and gaylen they were cagemates! #you don't know how excited i am to finally be publishing this

[kuruyuji]

- i’m not okay (i promise)

parings: shuichi saihara x gn!reader

summary: you fall for the emo employee at your local hot topic, and its’s a HUGE crush

warnings: fluff and slight swearing

word count: 1.1k

a/n: short drabble of my favorite emo boy

You were not ashamed one bit that your favorite store was Hot Topic. Your friends can call you childish all they want, nothing was stopping you from walking in.

Today you and your friend Miu were at the mall and you practically had to drag her towards Hot Topic,

“Please Miu,” you whine, “I won’t even take that long!”

Miu pulls her arm away from your grasp, “Hell no! That store is for fucking virgins! I don’t want to be seen in that edgy ass store!”

You pout as Miu starts to walk away from you, “I’ll be at the food court. Have fun buying vibrators and fuck machines.”

“That’s Spencers! Not Hot Topic!” You protested. Shaking your head, you walked inside the store. It was blasting Sleeping with Sirens. Yes! Actual alternative and rocks bands and not indie music! Sure you liked indie, but calling it alt? No, hearing that just made your blood boil. 

You browse around the graphic tees and funko-pops, casually bobbing your head to the music. You saw some anime tees that caught your eye and decided to grab them, along with a My Chemical Romance shirt. Once you got what you wanted you walked to the line. The line was quite long, so you pull out your phone and go through your social media for a bit..

“Next!” the cashier calls. You move forward, eyes still glued to your phone. Placing your shirts onto the counter with one hand while scrolling through your phone with the other.

“Hey,” the cashier greets, “is that all today?”

Your eyes trail up towards the cashier, “Hmm? Oh yeah that's all-” 

You couldn’t help but stare at the cashier. It was a guy who had navy blue hair with side swept bangs. A black baseball cap was covering his eyes, decorated with band pins on the side of his hat. But when you took a look at his eyes when he looked at you again, you can feel your breath hitch. They were golden, and the dark circles around his eyes seemed to make them appear brighter. Not to mention that his eyeliner was flawless, sharp and clean. He wore a Three Cheers for Sweet Revenge t-shirt and a lanyard covered with anime and more band pins. 

You read his name tag, his name was Shuichi.

“Umm,” his voice makes you snaps back into reality. You blink in confusion and look at him. The cashier- Shuichi was looking at you, you can see some sweat forming on his forehead. “I asked if that was all,”

“Oh! Right sorry. Um, yeah that’s all.”

 Stupid! You look away from Shuichi, who was folding your shirts. You take a good look at his side profile, his right ear covered with piercings.

“Cool piercings.” you said before you can stop yourself. Shuichi looks back at you and displays an awkward smile.

“Ah, thank you.” He quickly looks away and goes back to folding your clothes. You don’t know what has gotten in you, but you just HAD to make some type of conversation with him.”

“What’s your favorite MCR song?” you ask him, wanting to kick yourself in the stomach. Shuichi pauses what he was doing and places his index finger onto his chin.

“Hmm, probably I’m Not Okay.”

You beam, “ooh I love that one! Personally mine is Boy Division.” Shuichi smiles back.

“Yeah, that one is amazing too. I think it’s a bit obvious of what my favorite album is.” He looks down, gesturing at his shirt and then tilts his head so you can see some of his Three Cheers for Sweet Revenge pins. 

God damn this emo boy was so fine. You have to come here more often. Over the speakers, Destroya starts playing over the speakers.

“Hey speak of the devil,” you comment, “we’re talking about MCR right now.”

“Well this is my playlist.” A small blush forms on Shuichis face. He neatly folds the last of your shirts.

Yes! We’re getting somewhere, “This is your playlist? Great taste. I heard the Sleeping with Sirens playing earlier.”

“Yea, I saw you headbanging to it earlier,” Shuichi smiles. Wait- he was watching you?

It was then your turn to blush. “oh, you saw that?”

Shuichi pauses his actions. The blush on his face only darkens.

“Sorry! I didn’t mean to sound creepy,” he apologized, “It’s just that not a lot of people who come here like my music. A lot of people complain about it being too depressing like ma’am, this is a Hot Topic. If you want happy music there's a H&M next door.”

You shake your head, ”no it’s okay.” you actually didn’t mind. In fact, the thought of him lowkey checking you out kind of made your heart flutter. Shuichi starts adding up your total.

“That’ll be fifty dollars.”

Shit! You forgot how expensive Hot Topic can be. You frown as you open up your wallet. Maybe you can skip a couple of breakfasts. But is a bunch of Graphic tees worth you next few meals? You look at the tees.

Well, they will make cute outfits-

“Sorry again, but are you alright?” Shuichi asks you again. “It’s just that you were spacing out for a bit.”

“Oh my bad, sorry.” you apologized as you hand him the money. Shuichi takes note of the small frown on your face as you hand over the cash. He recognized that feeling, spending all your money on merch. A feeling he knew too well. Just ask the dozens of posters and figuring that cover his wall. He looks at you again, a soft blush covering his cheeks. Shuichi didn’t meet a lot of people who were one: actually alternative and weren’t doing it for a trend. Two: really nice. Three: pretty attractive.

He takes a deep breath, will he get fired? Maybe.

“Here’s your change.” your eyes widen as Shuichi hands you back a twenty.

“I-” you stammered, “I believe I payed you exactly fifty.”

Shuichi pulls his hat down avoiding your eyes, “I don’t mind. It’ll probably just come out of my paycheck.” he slides you a free anime pin too. 

A soft smile spreads on your face. God you loved this emo boy. Filled with determination, you look back at Shuichi.

“Do you want to hang out one day?”

Shuichi looks back at you, the small blush now covered his whole face.

“My lunch break is in five minutes. Want to grab something to eat at the food court?”

Your smile only grew, “I’d love that.”

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Miu idly checks her phone. She sips on her drink, very close to texting you because you were taking a little too long. She looks up and chokes at the sight in front of her.

With no shame, you and Shuichi stand next to each other, sharing a box of fries and bashful smiles. Your sweater also had a few new (and maybe stolen) pins.

Miu cackles, “You said Hot Topic didn’t sell fuck machines (y/n)!″

ok i’m back, ima try to catch up with all the drafts i have rn

#danganronpa x reader #shuichi saihara #shuichi x reader #gender neutral reader #danganronpa v3 #danganronpa #fluff #danganronpa v3 killing harmony #koushis korner

[preyed-llama]

Jealousy

Summary: When Virgil joined the light sides he left Dee behind, that may be the dumbest decision he ever made.  Word count: 1244 Ship(s): Anxceit and Roceit (main ship is anxceit)  Genre: Hurt/comfort Authors Note: @julia-loves-cupcakes helped me create this idea so this ones for her. Warnings: Kissing (well making out but not heavily descriptive), Let me know if I missed anything

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It started a month after Virgil was accepted. The ache in his chest hadn’t disappeared with time and distance and every glance set his heart racing and his mind reeling. Dee was still as stunning as ever. His smile was different, sadder, more distant, his hair was probably just as soft though. His eyes seemed more miserable, but his lips would probably feel just the same against Virgil’s. He was familiar but so entirely different.

Dee stopped smiling at him like that. Their relationship was gone, he needed to leave it behind. He couldn’t remain with a dark side if he wanted to be accepted… so why did it hurt so bad when Dee flirted with Roman? Why did his heart clench when he watched Dee touch Roman’s hair and curl it around his fingers?

He turned around and fled the room, his heart hammered in his chest and his hands shook for reasons he couldn’t comprehend.

The days got worse. Roman and Dee cuddled on the couch. They held hands an sat close. Too close. Virgil couldn’t take it and he couldn’t tell why. He should be happy. He couldn’t have Dee. It should be fine. But why was Roman allowed to hang off his arm while Virgil had to loathe him.

The world came to an end as Virgil rounded the corner. He was looking for Logan, which was becoming a far more common occurrence as time moved on. He froze. His book hit the floor as tears sprang to his eyes. Why did it hurt?

Roman was against the wall, his arms around Dee as Dee rested his arms on his hips. Virgil took a step back. Roman pulled away and stared at him. Dee glanced over, his hat was missing, and his hair was messed up. His face which was usually composed was wide with shock. The tears smudged his makeup on the way down as he turned and ran back to his room.

He slammed the door behind him and leaned against it. His whole body shook. His heart hammered. It wasn’t okay.

The knock on the door startled him away from his thoughts, he sprung away from the wall and backed away. “Go away!” He called, his voice wavered, and he wasn’t sure if it made it to the other side of the door. It opened anyway and Roman entered, he closed the door behind him and raised his hands.

“What’s wrong, Stormcloud?” Roman settled onto his bed and held out the book. Virgil glared at him and snatched it out of his grip. He set it on the table and tried to wipe his eyes subtly. “I’m going to make a guess, my dear. You’re jealous.” Virgil tensed; his chest clenched as a blush burned. “listen, if you want to get in with me you could’ve just said something-.”

“Wait. With you? You think I have a thing for you?” He turned to face Roman, all embarrassment fled from his system as he towered over the other side. “How idiotic are you? I’m jealous of you because you stole Dee! I have to ignore him and shame him to get accepted as a light side but you can shove your tongue down his throat and no one questions your role.”

“Virgil?”

“I love him, Roman! I love that stupid snake!” Virgil’s hands moved to his hair as he ran his fingers through it. “I miss him and watching you two all over each other is killing me.” He could feel tears burning in his eyes again. He barely noticed when Roman stood up and left, his own emotions overpowered the outside world, until two arms slipped around him and guided him to the ground.

“Breathe with me, V.” A painfully familiar voice whispered. Virgil’s hand was led to Dee’s chest. He closed his eyes and tried to focus on the breathing. It felt like forever before he could finally process the situation. Dee had his hand around Virgil’s waist as his other one kept Virgil’s hand against his chest.

Virgil flushed and pulled away; his embarrassment burned into his soul. Dee looked at him with such a bright and warm smile that Virgil had to look away. Dee didn’t try to stop him when he curled into himself, his fingers picked at the hem of his jeans.

“So you still love me?” The silence was thick as they stared at each other. Virgil nodded dumbly as Dee smiled brighter. He reached forwards and touched Virgil’s hair; his finger played with the strand in front of Virgil’s eyes. “That’s good, because I would loathe for my love to be unrequited.” Virgil stared for a moment before he lunged forwards. His arms wrapped around Dee’s waist as the gloved hands settled into his hair.

Virgil huffed into his shirt. “What about Roman?” He couldn’t bring himself to pull away. Mint filled his senses as Dee’s fingers combed through his hair.

“There was no romantic attraction, he just liked the attention. We both did.” Virgil let out a bitter laugh. He shifted so he was on Dee’s lap, his face burrowed into his shoulder. “Although stupid snake sounds a bit harsh, don’t you think?” He felt lips press against his temple as arms wrapped around his middle. He nodded and looked up; his hand settled against the scales on his cheek. He rested his forehead against his.

“Were you telling the truth? You left because you didn’t want to be rejected for dating?”

Virgil nodded and pressed his lips against Dee’s for a moment. “I left because I was a coward.” Dee laughed and agreed. He guided Virgil’s lips against his and Virgil couldn’t help but melt into the familiarity. Dee moved with ease, hoisting Virgil up and dropping him onto the bed.

The emo side grumbled but shuffled over to make room for Dee. He laid on his back as Dee moved over him and pressed kisses all over his face, his hands settled into the purple hair and twirled the strands as Virgil grabbed his waist and pulled him closer.

It was a breath of fresh air. They moved in time, practice and knowledge accumulated from lazy afternoons together. Everything Virgil wanted to do for months passed between them. They were rough and then gentle, pulling each other close as they tried to make up for the distance. Dee moved to his neck, placing gentle kisses like he used to do before he moved back to his lips and two worlds collided again.

Virgil’s heart felt like it was going to burst as he gripped Dee’s collar to stop him from pulling away, desperate to save this moment forever. He was sure his would be floating if Dee’s legs weren’t around him. It was messy and as desperate as their first kiss, but Virgil couldn’t care. He never could care about anything when he was kissing Deceit.

When they finally separated, Dee rolled off him and laid next to him. Virgil rested his head onto his chest and closed his eyes, Dee’s heart raced under the fabric, almost in time with Virgil’s own. “I missed you wonderfully.” Dee pressed his lips against Virgil’s hair, his hands rubbed patterns into Virgil’s side where his shirt had ridden up.

“Me too.” Virgil whispered back. He shivered from the touch, his eyes closed as he wrapped his arm around Dee’s middle.

“I love you, my dear.”

“I love you too, Dee.”

#anxceit #roceit #thomas sanders #virgil sanders #roman sanders #deceit sanders #ts roman sanders #ts virgil sanders #ts deceit sanders #ts virgil #ts roman #ts deceit #sanders sides fanfic #sanders sides

[pearl-pilots-in-chains]

Ice Cream Expertise (All the Little Lights #1)

Fandom: Neon Genesis Evangelion

Ships: Kawoshin

Rating: G

Summary: Shinji is faced with a dilemma of sorts, and is characteristically indecisive. Fortunately, Kaworu is there to give some helpful advice. Or maybe just call himself an ice cream expert. Let's be honest, it's a bit of both.

Notes: This is intended to be the start to All the Little Lights, my attempt at a relatively happy Evangelion high school AU featuring the pilots we know (and maybe love) actually getting to live a normal life (including all the cute gay romance they deserve). That said, it also works totally fine as a one shot. Considering it's an AU, there's going to be some rather interesting deviations from canon, some of which are alluded to here. So, if something seems off, that's probably because it is.

As usual, any errors, grammatical or typographical, are mine. I apologize in advance.

This was originally posted to my old AO3 on May 21, 2020. I hope you enjoy it!

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Shinji Ikari was not having a good day. No, perhaps that was an understatement. He was having a distinctly bad day. School had been tedious to say the least, considering that testing week was approaching, and the teachers seemed to be doing their best to “prepare” the students using every form of academic torture known to humankind. Okay, perhaps that was a bit of an exaggeration, but it had been a hectic hell all the same. Not to mention the fact that his best friend Touji was going through a rough patch (not the first one, mind you), with his girlfriend Hikari, which led to a tense mood within their friend group outside of class as well. Adding onto this was the fact that he was getting worried about his sister (what wasn’t new?) Rei, who had been especially quiet the past week or so, even by her standards. That was usually a sign that her depression was going through a rough spot. He had wanted to mention something to his mother about it, considering she usually had better luck at getting through to Rei than he did when his sister was going through a difficult time, but unsurprisingly, he hadn’t gotten around to it yet. He was gone too often, and his mother was gone too often. There was all of a one to two hour period when they were both home and awake on any given night. Rei always ending up alone probably doesn’t help her state of mind improve either. I wish she had more friends. People she could connect with.

And, of course, to top all that wonderful baggage off, he had had work after school, which had gone lovely. Just lovely. A simply wonderful group of customers had come in, and stayed for a better part of three hours, ordering intermittently while they all talked (way too loudly, in his opinion) at their shared table, which, in a predictable move, they hadn’t even bothered to clean off. He was a barista, not a waiter, despite what some people seemed to think. To make matters worse, they had been laughing so hard partway through their “discussion,” that one of the party had practically flung her iced latte through the air by accident (how someone could do that by accident, was a whole other topic for conversation), sending its contents flying halfway across the room (in a bafflingly impressive display, he had to admit, as irritating as it was). Of course, he had drawn the short straw and been the one tasked with cleaning it up. His boss seemed to get a special satisfaction out of giving Shinji all the “fun,” jobs. Okay, maybe Mr. Anno’s not that bad, but he still gets a kick out of watching me suffer. Or something like that.

Shinji sighed as he pulled his car into the store parking spot. As he exited it, he glanced down at his phone. 7:16. That meant he should have enough time to get home and get dinner going before his mother got home. These days, it seemed as though she worked progressively later and later. It had been a couple months since she’d been home before 8. She was almost certainly still out at the base at that moment. Whatever project she’s working on now is one of the more intensive ones.

He headed for the doors. He was planning on making stir fry, which meant that he needed to get soy sauce for sure, since he knew they had run out from the last time. He thought they had most of the rest of what he needed at home. So, this should be a quick run. Just in and out. After a day like today though, he was tempted to grab something sweet. Come on, after this whole mess, I think I at least half deserve something to take my mind off of it. Just a little.

Inside, he made a bee line for the condiments aisle. Alright, first things first. Get what I need. Then, maybe, I’ll just check out what they have. He grabbed soy sauce, and then wavered for a moment, trying to decide just for what he was in the mood. Okay, just something little. Nothing too big. I am going to be cooking, after all. Hmmm . . . I mean, it’s probably not the best idea, but . . .

Making his decision, he set off for the frozen section. Once again, he paused when he arrived at the aisle, looking through the glass freezer doors at the available options. I’ll just get a pint. That should be more than enough. Even if Rei goes for some too. ‘Cause mom hardly ever eats anything sweet, so I doubt she’ll have any. He tilted his head, tapping the soy sauce bottle against his thigh as he considered the selection. Why are there so many flavors? I didn’t even realize they sold Pumpkin outside of November. And Lime-Raspberry? What would that even taste like? Who comes up with these things? I’ll go for something classic. I could always do Vanilla. But, that’s a little boring. I don’t even really like it that much. Chocolate’s always classic, except that Rei doesn’t like it. And her favorite is Cookie Dough, which I don’t like the texture of . . . there are way too many choices here. Running his eyes over the racks, he did a quick count. Forty-two different flavors. Why are there forty-two different flavors? I wonder if anyone’s ever tried them all. Then again, that might take a while. And be kind of pricey. Dammit, I’m getting distracted again. The only conclusion that Shinji was coming to was the fact that he liked ice cream far too much, and was wasting far more time than he should be trying to pick out something. Maybe I should just get the soy sauce and head home. He peaked down at his phone. 7:29. Yeah, I’ve already been here longer than I should be.

A voice interrupted Shinji’s thoughts. “So, what’s your drug of choice?”

Shinji head snapped to the side, his concentration broken. “What?,” He asked, a little surprised.

The source of the interruption was standing a little further down the aisle, casually leaning on one of the freezer windows, his head cocked to the side, watching Shinji with a friendly smile on his face. Shinji thought the interrupter looked to be about the same age as him, though that fact was complicated slightly by the fact that though his face was youthful, his hair was an ashen grey. He must dye it. Is grey hair a style though? The interrupting individual sported a pair of black jeans and a band shirt for a group whose name looked vaguely familiar to Shinji. Porcupine Tree . . . I feel like Rei might listen to them. Maybe. Not to mention the fact that the newcomer had red eyes. Red eyes. Okay, so maybe this is a look he’s going for. I mean, those are definitely contacts, right? Unless there’s a genetic mutation I’ve never heard of, I don’t think humans can be born with red eyes. Which means that they’re contacts. Which means that the hair is almost definitely dyed too. I’m pretty sure that’s not what ‘scene’ looks like . . . there’d be brighter colors . . . and I don’t think it’s emo either . . . I’m pretty sure his hair would be black then . . . huh . . . maybe that’s goth. Yeah. Let’s go with that. In addition to making him second guess what scene fashion looked like, Shinji’s visual analysis of the interrupter also led him to a more definite conclusion. That regardless of what category his fashion fell under, he was pretty cute. Seriously Shinji, focus here, and stop thinking about how some random boy in Safeway who asked you what type of drugs you like is cute. Don’t be an idiot. Sure, you haven’t been on a date in months, ever since Martin broke up with you, but he was a manipulative jerk anyway— Shinji realized the interrupter had started talking again, which snapped him back into reality and out of his wandering mind.

“Yeah. What flavor is your favorite. I mean, out of the forty-two, there has to be one you’d pick, right?”

“Oh. Yeah. Probably cookies ’n’ cream,” Shinji answered, feeling more than a bit confused. On an afterthought, he added, “You’ve counted all the flavors too?”

“Not a bad choice,” the boy said with a firm nod. “Although, I’m more into mint chocolate chip myself. And yes, I’ve counted them all. It’s an important part to being an ice cream expert. Keeping track of the available flavors at the nearest store.”

“Okaayyy.” Shinji’s tone betrayed his uncertainty concerning just how he should deal with this stranger. “Ice cream expert?”

“Yep, that would be me,” the boy replied matter-of-factly, as though the question was a pointless one. He strolled over to Shinji and extended his hand. “Kaworu Akagi, ice cream expert, at your service.”

Shinji shook the offered hand, deciding he should be polite, despite the fact that his perplexity had not been substantially diminished in any way. This guy is . . . interesting, to say the least. As their hands met, Shinji was struck by the strange, but intense, sense that this wasn’t his first time meeting Kaworu.

“Shinji Ikari.” Against his better judgement, he decided to follow his introduction with, “Have we met before?”

Retracting his hand, Kaworu pursed his lips, ostensibly mulling over the question in his mind. After a few moments, he shook his head. “I don’t think so. At least, not that I can recall. I just got into town a few days ago. Why do you ask?”

Shinji shrugged, trying to play off his earlier question. “Oh, I think you just reminded me of someone I used to know.”

Kaworu nodded, seeming to accept this answer. “Ah, that makes sense. So, have you come to a conclusion, or would you like a second opinion?”

Shinji raised an eyebrow. “About the ice cream, you mean?”

“Indeed. That is the topic on the floor, as they say,” Kaworu responded nonchalantly.

Shinji blinked. “Who says?”

“Why, they do of course.”

“Oh. Umm, alright.” Shinji looked back through the window, surveying his options once more. A obvious choice didn’t present itself. “Well . . . I suppose a second opinion probably wouldn’t hurt.”

“Great,” Kaworu stated, his tone even and pleasant. “Any occasion in particular you’re buying for?”

Shinji shook his head. “Nope, not really. Just . . .” he hesitated, uncertain how much he wanted to tell someone who was still basically a stranger to him. “Just a bad day,” was what he ended up deciding on.

Kaworu pretended to stroke nonexistent hairs on his chin, nodding slowly as did so, in an amusing imitation of the stereotypical philosopher. “Hmm . . . ice cream for a bad day, you say?”

“Uh. Yeah. I guess so.”

“I’d have to recommend Cherry Chip for that. It’s a guaranteed mood improver from my experience. It is nearly impossible to feel down while you’re eating Cherry Chip ice cream.”

“Really?” Shinji’s ice wandered down the display, finally locating the flavor in question. Fortunately, they had it in pint size, which meant that the option was on the table. He couldn’t think of any reason not to go for it. As far as he knew, Rei liked Cherry Chip. At least, he thought she did. He wasn’t entirely sure that he’d ever seen her eat it. For that matter, he wasn’t entirely sure that he’d ever eaten it himself. Which means it might be pretty good, and I just don’t know it yet. You never know. “Really. Trust me, I’ve tested its potency. It won’t let you down.”

“Alright. Why not?” Shinji opened the door and grabbed a pint of Cherry Chip. He examined the container in his hands for a few seconds, before looking back up at Kaworu, who now seemed to be smiling in encouragement, which had the effect of making him look even cuter than before. Come on Shinji, don’t get distracted! Sure, he might be attractive, but he’s also a self-proclaimed ice cream expert. . . not sure whether that’s a good or a bad thing yet, to be honest.

“That’ll do the job,” Kaworu remarked, in a straightforward tone that made it sound as though he was utterly confident in the truth of his words.

“I’ll take your word for it.” Shinji furrowed his brow as another question popped into his mind. “Hey .. . you said you just got into town a few days ago. How is it that you already know all the different flavors they have here?”

“It was one of the first things I scoped out after we got into town. Always important to know what kind of ice cream game you’re going to be dealing with. Plus, I had plenty of free time once we finished unpacking, considering I won’t be in school up here until the fall.”

“Ah, okay. That makes sense.” Almost on a whim, Shinji was tempted to ask Kaworu where he had moved from, but decided that could come across as prying a little too much, since Kaworu hadn’t offered that information. As it was, Kaworu gave a partial answer to the question without Shinji even verbalizing it.

“School down south ends earlier. Though, to be fair, it also starts earlier there as well. We left a couple days after my semester ended. Which means I currently have relatively few obligations, other than locating and obtaining a job for the summer.”

“Oh. Yeah.” Shinji still wasn’t exactly sure how to respond, but he decided to field a question of his own. He figured it could come across as a polite inquiry, rather than being nosy, taking into account what Kaworu had just revealed. “So, what brought you up north?”

“My mother got transferred out to the base,” Kaworu returned offhandedly.

Shinji tilted his head in response to this answer, the gears in his brain turning. Well, that’s interesting. He almost wanted to make some sort of follow-up remark expressing their similarity in that regard, but he decided that might be a bit too much to say for the moment. Instead, he merely offered a casually, “I gotcha.” He continued with an amiable, “Well, welcome to Asherdale,” along with a more ironic, “It’s halfway decent, once you get used to it.”

Kaworu’s face broken into a grin at the humor, an expression that Shinji couldn’t help but feel made him look all the more attractive. Oops, getting distracted again. . . don’t do that . . . too much.

“Thanks, I appreciate it,” Kaworu said warmly.

“No problem.” The thought suddenly entering his mind, Shinji shot a momentary glance down at his phone. Hmm, what time is it? The answer was 7:37. 7:37?! I’ve been talking for eight minutes?! That felt like four or five at the most. I have to bail, now, if I’m going to make it home in time to get cooking.

He looked back up at Kaworu, who was still watching him, his gaze soft, the smile still on his face, his head tilted to the side. Shinji had the strange feeling that if it had been anyone else, the observational pose the boy had struck would have looked unusual, to say the least, but somehow, on Kaworu, it didn’t look half bad. It gives him a kind of elegant aesthetic . . . okay, where did I come up with that? I definitely need to head out.

“Hey, look, I’m sorry to leave so quick, but I need to get going.” Shinji cringed a little internally, hearing the awkward tone in his voice. You could have said that in a way that didn’t basically announced the fact that it made you flustered. Great going.

“Understandable. You wouldn’t want that ice cream to melt before you get the chance to test out its powers.”

“Haha, yeah, you know it.”

Kaworu nodded, imply that yes, he did indeed know it. “Why don’t I give you my number?” He remarked. “That way, you’ll have someone on hand for any future ice cream dilemmas.”

“Ahhh . . .” Okay, that was actually kind of smooth, in an odd way. And . . . it’s not like it could really hurt anything. I mean, he didn’t even ask for my number. Which means he’s not even necessarily flirting with me. It’d probably be a bit of stretch to say he is. After all, if I have his number, and he doesn’t have mine, that means I can choose whether I want to text him or not, and there’s nothing he can do about it. Which isn’t really a good way to flirt with somebody. I think I’m stalling again here . . .”

Shinji noticed Kaworu was watching him again, waiting for a response. “Sure. Sounds like a good plan.” He pulled out his phone and hastily created a new contact, before offering it to Kaworu. “Here, you can put it in.”

Kaworu nodded, his smile remaining intact, and typed in the digits, before handing it back to Shinji. “It was nice to meet you, Shinji Ikari,” he commented affably.

“You can just call me Shinji,” Shinji quickly responded.

“Alright then. It was nice to meet you Shinji.”

“You too . . .” Should I use first and last name like he did the first time? Or just go with first name. I don’t want to offend him, if that’s the sort of thing that’s important to him. After all, he does seem a bit, umm, particular.

“You can just call me Kaworu,” the boy suggested, his smile widening.

“It was nice to meet you Kaworu,” he finished lamely. “Guess I’ll see you around.”

“Yes, maybe so.”

Shinji nodded again, spun on his heels, and promptly made for the registers. Well, that went excellently. You meet a boy who’s kind of cute, even if he is a little eccentric, and straight off the bat, you’re second guessing yourself and fumbling for words. Fantastic.

Shinji shot a brief glance back as he reached the end of the aisle, to see that Kaworu was now retrieving an ice cream carton of his own from the merchandise freezer. Shinji turned away again before the boy could look back in his direction. Don’t want him to think I’m staring at him or something.

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Shinji collapsed back onto his bed with a satisfied sigh. He was glad to have finally reach it, after the nigh-interminable day. Well, maybe not quite interminable. But definitely overlong. Without much thought, he grabbed his phone from his nightstand and spun in about in his hands a couple times, feeling the sensation of the textured case against his skin.

Dinner had been a success, such as it could be, anyway. He had impressed himself with just how fast he managed to throw things together when he went into slight (well, maybe more than slight) panic mode.

The ice cream had been a success as well. He had to admit, Cherry Chip was a pretty good flavor. He still wasn’t sure whether he had tried it before or not, but he was glad he had definitively tried it now. Rei had also enjoyed it, which was an added plus. In fact, their mother had even had a bowl, something altogether unexpected. Apparently, Cherry Chip ice cream was one of the sweets she would indulge in. Didn’t see that coming. All in all, the majority of the pint was no more.

Powering on his phone, Shinji was faced with another choice for the evening. Unlike his earlier ice cream deliberation, however, this cerebration was of a cursory duration. After a few seconds, he had composed the text, and was hovering over the send button. Alright. Let’s do this. He tapped the icon.

Shinji I.: Thanks for the recommendation. It was a good choice! Lol. This is Shinji, btw.

The response to his message came swiftly. Wow, he must type fast.

Kaworu A.: Happy to be of service. I’m glad it worked out.

Shinji found a smile edging its way across his lips. Maybe, in spite of everything, today wasn’t such a bad day after all.

#evangelion #fanfic #kawoshin #shinji ikari #kaworu nagisa #shinji x kaworu #neon genesis evangelion #eva #fanfiction #high school au

[scottybrock]

Neighbors (2) - Colby Brock

A/N: Requested by a lovely anon: “Hello, I was wondering if you could write an imagine where reader is a youtuber with her friend and they move into the same apartment building as Sam and Colby, and the reader and Colby meet and it’s all cute and fluffy. Maybe she’s lost in the building and that’s how they meet?? Or something? Idk!!”

Tag list: @azurebrock @absolute-randomness-forever @absolutelynobodyposts

“So, he’s hot?”

Your best friend’s eyes glimmered with amusement. You rolled your eyes at her, letting out a soft huff. “Obviously,” You replied. Your friend leaned forward, interested. “Is his friend hot?” She asked, her voice hopeful. You snickered, rolling your eyes again. You’d done your research; Sam was definitely a hottie, but he had a serious relationship going on. You’d admit- you thought Sam and Katrina were super cute together. Her bubbly personality seemed to balance out nicely with Sam’s more demure, laid-back personality.

Your friend pouted, her shoulders slumping. “Do we ship?” She asked, her voice defeated. You shot her a warning look, narrowing your eyes at her. “We ship,” You replied, your voice firm. She sighed, her shoulders slumping even further. “Damn. He’s really hot,” She pouted. Her eyes skimmed briefly over Colby, but to your relief, she shrugged once more. “He’s hot, not gonna lie,” She told you. 

You tensed- if anyone had a shot with Colby, it would be her; she was loud and funny, not to mention ridiculously beautiful. For a moment, you cursed yourself for having such a beautiful best friend. However, she continued, “But he’s not my type,” She smirked knowingly at you. “He’s too much of an emo, sad boy for me.” Your shoulders slumped in relief. You caught yourself- you’d only known Colby for about a day now. What was it about that man that made you lose your cool?

“He’s cute,” Your best friend pointed at the picture. Her finger rested against the face of a man with a man bun and sparkly brown eyes. You shrugged. He was cute, for sure. But you were definitely more into Colby. “Dude,” You rolled your eyes for the millionth time. “You literally have a boyfriend.” It was true. Your best friend was dating a dude back in your hometown. They’d been dating for a few months.

Your best friend shrugged in response, tossing her hair over her shoulders. “I’m well aware,” She replied dryly. “But I’m not settling down quite yet. If something happens, it happens.” She told you, her voice breezy and carefree. You were the opposite; your best friend could easily distance herself from previous lovers, and move on quite quickly. Funnily enough, it wasn’t really noticed by your fanbase- the thing that was noticed, however, was the fact that you’d been single for years. You’d never been linked to anyone since starting your YouTube career. 

Unlike your best friend, you preferred to keep your private life, well, private. You weren’t one to gush about celebrity crushes, or blare your relationships online. You’d dated people since starting your YouTube career, but you were especially careful to keep it on the down low. 

You’d done your research on Colby, and a few of his friends. You felt like a creep, but it was better to be safe than sorry. Colby had no traceable dating history, same as you. You weren’t sure if it was a good thing, or a bad thing. Colby was hesitant to be seen with a girl, due to his overzealous fans, who jumped to conclusions, even if Colby insisted the girl was just a friend. You knew that Sam and Jake had girlfriend’s- Tara and Katrina. Apparently the man with the bun previously dated the pretty girl with the even prettier green eyes, named Devyn. The brown-haired boy covered in tattoos was called Mike, and he was single. As was everyone else, except for Jake’s brother, Reggie, who edited Colby’s videos. 

Colby had done his research as well. He didn’t know what it was, but he couldn’t stop thinking abput you; the soft curve of your lips when you smiled at him. The way your eyes twinkled brighter than the stars in the night sky, when you looked at him. The gentleness of your voice, but the surge of excitement he had heard when you told him about your YouTube channel with your best friend. It was just everything about you. He’d met a plethora of beautiful girls, but none he ever met were like you. He’d only known you for a day, but it felt different, this time. It felt right. 

He knew that your best friend was sort of a player, when it came to relationships. To his relief, you were the opposite. There were absolutely no traces of previous relationships that you had anywhere; no angry exes trying to defame you, or trying to ruin your career. You seemed to be very careful with how you presented yourself online, much like him. 

Corey and Mike seemed to be infatuated with your best friend, and were both disappointed when they found out that she had a boyfriend. However, they were relieved to know that the relationship seemed to be barely hanging on by a thread. Colby wasn’t looking forward to the possible drama between your best friend and Devyn- he cringed at the thought of it. Your best friend could be ruthless and almost too blunt. You were there to soften her edges, the blow of her words. 

“Should we invite her to Pizza Night?” He asked Sam, who shrugged. Katrina looked interested, her brows raising. “I feel like it’d be a cool way for her to meet new people,” Colby offered, scratching at the back of his neck. Sam snorted. “You just want to see her again,” He teased his best friend, his blue eyes bright with amusement. 

Colby’s cheeks flushed, and he ducked his head, grumbling. “So what if I do?” Katrina clapped her hands together excitedly. “I want to meet her!” The blue-haired songstress declared, her wide brown eyes falling onto her boyfriend, raising her eyebrows expectantly. Sam shrugged once more, then nodded. “Go ahead, invite her,” He permitted. Colby and Katrina’s expressions brightened so much, it was almost painful to look at- brighter than the fucking sun, Sam swore. 

A knock on your door interrupted your conversation with your best friend. You stood up, brushing yourself off. You walked over to the door, then carefully opened it. You came face-to-face with Colby. Your cheeks instantly flushed, and a wide smile spread across your face on its own accord. “Hey!” You chirped, not sounding like your usual self at all. Your best friend raised an eyebrow at you, then leaned over to see who was at the door. 

Her smile reached Cheshire-cat levels when she spotted the brunette standing across from you. She hopped up from the couch, her grin practically reaching the tips of her ears. Colby offered her a polite smile, then turned back to you, his smile melting into something more soft, more genuine. “Hey,” He replied, his bright blue eyes focused on your face. “So, every week my friend Sam has a little get together at his place. I was wondering if…” He trailed off, his cheeks flushing a pretty shade of pink. 

His eyes fluctuated between dark and light blue, and you were absolutely mesmerized. “Would you,” Colby fumbled, his eyes flickering from you, to your best friend. “Would you guys want to join us, tonight?” 

Colby’s heart fluttered in his chest when you beamed at him, your eyes twinkling. “Of course! I’d-” You cut yourself off, gesturing towards your friend behind you. “I mean, we’d love to join you guys tonight,” Your smile grew impossibly wider. “Thanks for the invite, Colby.”

Colby’s cheeks were aching from smiling so hard. His cheeks flushed an even darker shade of pink, and he ducked his head bashfully. “It’s no problem,” He replied, sounding a tiny bit flustered. “If you want, we can walk there together?” Colby ventured hopefully. His heart soared when you nodded eagerly, a rich shade of red flooding your cheeks. “Yeah, I’d like that, a lot.” You replied, rocking back and forth on your heels. 

Your best friend was watching amusedly- you and Colby were so wrapped up in each other, neither of you noticed that she hadn’t said anything at all, during the entire conversation. 

Colby gave you his number, then told you what time Pizza Night usually began. With another grin and a wave, Colby hurried off. He hoped you hadn’t noticed how badly his hands were shaking. You closed the door, then leaned against it, smiling goofily to yourself. 

“So,” Your best friend’s voice brought you out of your thoughts. “What kind of pizza do you think they buy?”

#colby brock #sam and colby #colby brock fanfic #colby brock fanfiction #colby brock x reader #cole robert brock #xplr #traphouse #sam golbach #katrina stuart

[dentalrecordsmusic]

My Chemical Romance Was an Excellent Band and You're Not Special for Shitting on Them

There was a time when I was extraordinarily uncool. Around age 11 my fashion sense was a mess, my hair was messier, and I listened to My Chemical Romance. 2004. What a year. I was bullied for a lot of things, from my big belly and lil tiddies to my love for these pants. But most especially, I was bullied for my taste in music (no, I’m serious).

I have a distinct memory of a boy who (shall not be named) (thought Billy Talent was the best band ever) would stuff notes in my middle school locker telling me to kill myself because I was an “emo shithead” who listened to MCR. I remember one girl at sleep away camp (I’ll name her) (it was Serina) (she won’t read this) who had a lot to say about my “fat ass” and even more to say about my passion for music, which was dubbed “whiney screaming boy band garbage.” Good times. 

I wrote an article last year about my trials and tribulations with what has been christened “mall emo” and I found out that not only was I accompanied in my laments, but there were literally thousands of people who went through similar things as pre-teens. The difference was, I was bullied into believing that My Chemical Romance was embarrassing. That there were not worthy of praise, and rather, they were something to be ashamed of. Don’t give anyone the idea that you like them. They will make fun of you. They will make you feel stupid. My secret of loving this band became a sinking feeling in my stomach. This feeling followed me through college and beyond. 

The truth was, My Chemical Romance wasn’t just a good band. They were very good. So good that people, to this day, continue to run fan blogs about them despite the fact that they’ve been broken up for like, five (almost six) years. Fans are making their own merchandise. They’re starting podcasts. They’re starting bands. They’ve been following MCR since age 11 like me, or they’re discovering them now as high schoolers, and now, they’re reflecting on how groundbreaking, magnificent, and prolific this band was. It’s not simply teen angst driving them. These fans are older now. They’re looking beyond that and seeing My Chemical Romance for what they were: poetic, theatrical, sincere music. 

From the beginning, they wanted to start a band that sounded like if “Morrissey had joined The Misfits” and they achieved that through their songwriting, expressive creative vision, and their dynamic performances whether they were playing to ten kids in a basement in Philly or a packed arena in Mexico City. There are a plethora of tracks in their discography that illustrate this, but “Thank You For The Venom” is perhaps the most obvious nod to Moz and Jersey’s horror punk band. Later in their career, they took on a bigger, brighter, arena-filling Queen-inspired sound with The Black Parade and broke down barrier after barrier in terms of career success. Later, they brought pop back into the mix on Danger Days and inspired so many with a beautiful apocalyptic concept which brought us the comic books. Conventional Weapons came around and we were faced with another realm of MCR — one that was dirtier, grittier, and yet still uniquely them. 

The roses in the sink. The night vision photoshoots. The blood-drenched magazine covers. The intensity of their music videos. Their old website. The merch and the album booklets and the show posters and the backdrops. The band had every hand in what they visually stood for. It was impressive and almost insane how much work and attention and thought was put into how they were visually perceived. My Chemical Romance took on each new album like one would approach a cohesive feeling — each was its own separate art project with a distinct manifestation. They captured pain and suffering and also valor and heroism all in the same vein. They were stunning. 

Gerard Way was an exceptional frontman from his effortless highs to his on-the-brink-of-death lows. Throughout the entirety of his career with MCR, he was acutely aware of himself and what he represented to millions of fans around the world. A powerful symbol of what it means to face adversity and to be unafraid to "keep on living." On the opposite side of the coin, he was an Iron Maiden and Morrissey fanboy with a deep love for Dungeons & Dragons. He loved his grandma. He wore his heart and every other internal organ on his sleeve. He fought against many things: misogyny, mental health stigma, homophobia, transphobia. Way stood for inclusion and acceptance against all odds, especially during a time when bands were still asking girls to show their tits on camera for backstage passes. 

“You’re not in this alone” was the first MCR lyric ever written from the song “Skylines and Turnstiles." It became the main idea behind the band, as well as a mission statement for them to stand on if they ever lost sight of what was important to them. More importantly, My Chemical Romance never shied away from how enthusiastic their fanbase was (and still is). “Sometimes, honestly, I feel like we’re moderating a support group,” Gerard Way told Spin in 2007. “We tap into dark stuff from the high school years, and it’s our responsibility to bring kids to a positive, nonviolent solution.” They took responsibility for their actions, never faltering on their goals, and they always made kids feel less alone. “It's okay to be fucked up, 'cause there are five guys in this band who are just as fucked up as you but we've overcome that to do what we do,” Way said in Life On The Murder Scene. 

When the music stopped and My Chemical Romance broke up, it was bitter-sweet (mostly bitter) (just kidding). In truth, there was a sigh of relief, but also sorrow. Where else was the band going to go? How much further could they take it? What can we expect from the Way brothers and Frank and Ray in terms of new musical projects that weren’t My Chemical Romance? One could argue that there were plenty of other “emo” bands who were doing something similar — writing intimate songs about intimate things. But admittedly, on a grand scale, no other band did it like MCR. They filled arenas and moved over five million albums over the course of their career which spanned a killer twelve years. They were an enormous band playing loud as fuck songs about incredibly personal ideas and they continued, without fail, to include every walk of life on their journey through the ups and the downs. 

My Chemical Romance created a new musical frontier. Unassisted, they formed an entire subculture of teens and young adults — especially women, mentally ill teenagers, and LGBTQ+ people — who could network together and find acceptance and solidarity in their suffering, which continues to be stigmatizing and written off as the usual case of “teen angst.” Your problem? You’re lead to believe that just because a band has a majority female fanbase it’s not considered sincere and heartfelt music. That it is automatically cringe-worthy and unqualified to be critiqued the way good bands should be critiqued: based on the quality of their music, their artistic vision, and their ability to perform in an entertaining manner. My Chemical Romance was superb. Let go of your misogyny. 

And that’s that on that. 

Catherine Dempsey’s gun fires seven different shades of shit. So what’s your favorite color, punk? You can follow her on Instagram and Twitter.

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#my chemical romance #my chem #mcr #mcrmy #gerard way #frank iero #mikey way #ray toro #alternative rock #emo #feature #catherine dempsey

[ravens-rambling]

Jump out of your skin

A/N: Aka Roman being an idiot . This was pretty fun to do honestly XD Hope you enjoy!! 

Inspired again by @sanderssidesspook

summary: When Thomas is dared to watch a horror movie by Joan Roman’s pride gets in the way and he couldn’t refuse. 

WC: 1,656

ships: Romantic LAMP

warnings: crying, anxiety attack, blood, knife, mentions of jumpscares, Deceit, gore

Tag List: @punsterterry  @frostedlover

"I don't like this. Why did Thomas agree to this??" Virgil mumbled his hoodie already up to hide his face.

"Because that would show cowardness and Thomas is not a coward! And besides this might be fun! I thought you would enjoy this being a dark emo and all." Roman eagerly said already having a large bowl of popcorn in his lap.

Virgil shook his head, "Well I don't. Who cares about being a coward or not? That rich coming from you." Even though he tried to ride off his growing anxiety and fear it was starting to show in his voice as it was a bit sharper than normal already. That wasn't a good sign at all.

Patton sat next to him wrapping his arms around him so Virgil can dig into his chest as he heard Roman's offended noises. "I don't like this either Virge. Why don't we hide under the blankets to ride this over?"

Virgil nodded curling more into Patton, "Sounds great Pat.."

As they were grabbing some of the blankets they had brought down to hide their faces in Logan sighed loudly from his rocking chair not far away, "Honestly I don't know how anyone would find this scary. I mean a house haunted by a vengeful ghost? Ghost are not real how do people buy into this?"

Virgil poked out of his mound of blankets and glared at him, "Ghosts are indeed real! This is based off a true story after all! Look it says it right on the box."

He pointed to the box that was on the nightstand and Logan sighed even more, "That was obviously a lie to get even more people to watch it-"

"You called?"

They all jumped when a sudden voice piped up and Roman huffed, "Oh get out of here you slippery snake! Go on!"

Deceit glanced towards the TV than at the box on the coffee table and raised an eyebrow. "Well, this doesn't seem fun. Maybe I should stick around..."

Roman stood up growling a bit under his breath, "Nah your leaving. Go we don't want you here!"

Deceit glanced to the others before huffing, "Fine fine geez calm down there any more growling and you'll turn into a lion Princey."

And with that, he dropped out leaving them all to shiver in his wake.

Roman flopped back down on the couch placing an arm around both Patton and Virgil protectively who hasn't said a word during that entire thing. When he glanced over at them he could see that Deceit only added more fuel to the pressing fire.

Leaning forward he placed gentle kisses to their foreheads, "Don't worry I'll protect you for I am the mightiest prince aren't I? He won't come near you guys again."

They both smiled at him Patton giggling and hugging him, "Yes you are Roman! Your the best!"

Logan crossed his arms looking a bit flustered.

Virgil picked up on it and smirked at him, "Aw does the nerd want kisses too? Come here." He made grabby hands as Logan huffed though he stood up and sat right next to Virgil who shook his head, "Nope. On my lap."

That was the only warning Logan got before he had arms wrap around his waist and was pulled into Virgil's lap. Before he could let out a squeak Virgil placed kisses after kisses over Logan's face and neck.

"Aw! He gets all the kisses-" Roman was cut off as they heard the movie start off making them all focus on to the task at hand. Virgil and Patton instantly cuddled into whoever was holding them wanting anything but to see what was on the screen.

The first sound they heard was a loud painful scream causing Patton and Virgil to collectively jump and whimper. Roman and Logan glanced at each other holding them close and sighing. This was gonna be a long few hours...

Every once in a while one of them would look up at the screen and watch a bit of the movie. And every time they would jump as a jumpscare would happen soon after that causing them to shake more. Logan tried to sooth them the best he could by sprouting facts on how none of it could possibly happen in real life while Roman told them even if it did he'll be there to fend them off.

But during one particular scene and that was thrown off the edge. It was one that scared Thomas even more then the entire movie has and in turn Patton, and certainly Virgil. Even Roman and Logan got a spike of fear coursing through them from their host and from themselves though they won't attempt it.

Virgil's shaking got worst and his breath came in short bursts now. He was definitely making Thomas be on a verge of an attack now, which means it would take ages for them all to calm down. If they don't calm him down fast then they all would go into a panic.

"Verge? Can you look at me?"

Virgil slowly, it took a few long seconds, glanced up to Logan tears were in his eyes as the sound of flesh being ripped apart were the only things going through his mind. Patton was already bursting into tears his loud crying filled his ears as well only making his fear that much worse.

Logan placed a hand through Virgil's soft purple hair to try and ground him as much as possible. Roman was too busy trying to calm Patton down so he couldn't help.

"It's okay it's all fake remember? Those are just actors screaming, like what we did for your accepting video you remember that?"

A small nod.

"It's like that and those blood? They are-"

His voice was cut off as another loud scream filled the room and as Virgil looked at the screen he saw body parts all over the cabin and what looked to be a young girl with an eerily familiar face holding a bleeding knife in her hand he swore he could see yellow in those eyes. His eyes went wide as they all heard Thomas scream and they could even feel Thomas shaking now. All he could do was let out a shaky whine and dig his face and hands more into Logan. His breathing was becoming more rapid and his shaking only grew in volume.

What really made him even more scared was when he didn't hear anything from Logan again after a few minutes, surely he would be trying to comfort him again right?

But when he glanced up he could see that Logan was opening and closing his mouth only for nothing to come out, only breaths of air.

Gulping he pulled away from Logan, he knew what that meant, he was becoming too powerful. He was silencing Logan and in turn influencing Thomas into a panic attack. Through his fear, he didn't even realize that the sounds from the TV stopped as Joan stopped the movie.

Virgil tried to get to the stairs wanting to not hurt them even more but he found arms wrapping around him slowing turning around he saw it was Patton who was still crying and hasn't stopped crying for well over the hour. "V-Verge it's okay. I-Its not..your fault." He managed to say through his sobs.

Right after that, he felt more arms around him and he saw it was Logan. He smiled gently and gazed at him with gentle eyes letting him know he was fine.

Next came Roman who wrapped them tightly into a bear hug, "Joan turned off the movie it's alright Virgil. I'm sorry for making you sit through that, you too Patton. I..shouldn't have let my pride get in my way."

As Virgil glanced over their shoulders to see that indeed the movie was turned off that made him feel somewhat better. And being in the arms of his boyfriends slowly calmed him down, it made him feel safe and protected.

After some time of Joan attempting to calm down Thomas and the sides calming down both Patton and Virgil Logan realized he could finally speak again.

Coughing a bit he shook his head, "Please don't do something as stupid like that again Roman. Think better next time."

Roman stuck out his tongue as they tried to slowly go back to the couch, "Oh I already apologized. Why couldn't you have stayed silent longer? It was very peaceful you know that?"

Patton still was clinging to Virgil side but he lightly hit Logan and Roman's arms, "Hey no fighting you two. I don't know about you guys but I'm in the mood for a cheery Halloween movie how does that sound, kiddos?"

That sounded like music to Virgil's ears as he eagerly nodded though now he was drained he knew he couldn't stay awake for even a single movie.

As they settled into the couch Roman summoning more blankets as Logan went to their movie collection rummaging through it. Patton and Virgil didn't move an inch from their pile of limbs they have made and slowly cuddling up into the mound of blankets once again.

"What movie are you picking Logan?" Virgil piped up from Patton's chest.

Logan turned around with a grin on his face and hit play making it way to their cuddling pile. "Something I know you'll like."

And as the familiar tuns of The Nightmare Before Christmas started up causing Virgil to grin and snuggle up even more Roman came over with steaming cups of hot chocolate causing Patton to squeal in joy.

And as Virgil snuggled into his boyfriends' snuggle pile, even more, he couldn't help but smile brighter. Sure he couldn't handle horror movies. And sure he was a bit..much to deal with sometimes but in the arms of his boyfriends he felt..happy. Content with where he is right at this moment.

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[evergilmore]

Bloom - r.h - ii

Request: none, I’m finally off writer’s block yay :)

Fandom: IT (2017)

Pairing: Richie Tozier x fem!reader, Bill Denbrough x Beverly Marsh

Words: 1,621

Genre: Fluff, Angst, Richie the asshole

Warnings: nothing??? Maybe besides swearing lol, mentions of eating disorder and a few triggering topics, mentions of drugs

Note: This takes place in high school Sophomore year btw

Summary: Y/N has always admired Richie, so when Richie makes a bet with his friends to date Y/N for at least a month for money, everything changes for both Y/N and Richie.

Chapter 2

Previous, Next

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Y/N looked at herself in the mirror She had a black one-piece bathing suit on, it had a cute bow at the back, but she felt insecure. What would Richie say if he saw her? Would he laugh at how weird she looked? Point out all her insecurities and flaws? She extended her arms forward. Her scars were well covered with makeup, but something felt wrong. With one last glance at herself, she put on denim shorts and a black and white striped jumper. She tied her hair up in a messy bun, slipped on some sandals and left her home.

It was pretty warm out, and the jumper might seem a little too hot, but Y/N got used to hiding her scars with oversized sweaters. As she got closer to the quarry, the more nervous she felt. She’s going to hang out with Richie, as in Richie Tozier, her longest-term crush. It was all too good to be true. As these thoughts started swarming her head, a loud and exciting voice broke her back to reality.

“Hey Y/N!”

It was Richie. He was sitting by an edge of a cliff, fully clothed in black ripped jeans and a black Nirvana shirt. The sight of him made Y/N’s heart race.

“Damn, you look very cute” Richie looked Y/N up and down, observing her choice of clothing. Y/N’s eyes widened as she looked towards the quarry trying not to make eye contact with Richie. The thought of Richie thinking she’s cute made her face flush in red.

“Did you bring a swimsuit?” Richie smirked.

Y/N glanced at Richie and took a step backwards. “Yes, I’m wearing it under my clothes” She softly spoke.

“Come on, we’re going for a swim in the Quarry” Richie insisted.

Y/N turned her body around away from Richie. She shyly slid her shorts off and her jumper. She was afraid of Richie's reaction to her body. She didn't turn around until she heard Richie gasp.

“Wow” He stared at her wide eyes. She was very beautiful. For the first time, Richie was tongue-tied. “You-ou look, v-ery, hot!” Richie exhaled. Y/N let out a small laugh. “God you sound like Bill” She quoted, remembering when Richie asked her out. She hasn’t even realized that Richie’s clothes were off, revealing his skinny figure and swimming trunks.

“Well, what are you staring at? Come on” Richie grabbed Y’N’s hand, leading her to the edge of the cliff.

“Wait, are we jumping into the Quarry, from here?” Y/N asked.

Richie nodded. “Don’t worry, it’s not as frightening as you think”

“But Richie, I don’t know how to swim” Y/N replied, as she shifted her weight from side to side. Richie squeezed Y/N’s hand in comfort and glanced at her. “Don’t worry, I’ll help you”.

Y/N looked up from the ground and smiled.

“Ready?” Richie asked. Y/N only nodded in response.

“1, 2, 3!” At the sound of the third number, both Richie and Y/N jumped, their hands still intertwined. Within a quick second, they both plopped into the water. Y/N was panicking, she didn’t know how to get back to the surface. The more her anxiety started to build up, the less lung capacity she had left. Richie noticing Y/N’s hand tensing, he immediately let go of her hand and firmly gripped her waist, as he gently led her up to the surface. Once their heads were above water, Y/N took in a deep inhale.

“That wasn’t that bad” Y/N uttered. She wrapped her arms around Richie’s figure. Y/N noticed how close they were. She could feel the blush creeping onto her cheeks.

“Really? How would you feel if I let go?” Richie teased her, dropping her a little closer to the water and instantly picking her up again.

“No Richie stop!” Y/N hissed. She pounded her arms against Richie’s chest.

“Hey calm down nothing’s going to happen to you, I got you” Richie whispered. Seeing Y/N in his arms created a weird feeling in his stomach. An unfamiliar feeling that felt good and tingly, like butterflies. The longer he stared at her, the more he began to admire her.

“Are you going to stare at me all day or try to help me swim?” Y/N soothed. Richie was snapped out of his thoughts, and his cheeks filled with blush.

“Yeah, right. Sorry!” Richie confessed. “Alright, now follow me”

                                                        *

“You’re doing it, Y/N! You’re swimming!” Richie exclaimed. He smiled, admiring how happy she looked in the water. The sun was already setting, reflecting a set of calm lilac and peach colours on the water.

“I did it!” Y/N squeaked. She hopped out of the water and engulfed Richie in a hug by wrapping her arms around his neck. Richie was taken back, surprised with Y/N’s action, but returned the hug by sliding his arms around her waist. The unfamiliar tingly feeling was erupting…

Y/N was the first to break the embrace since she didn’t want it to seem awkward. Y/N noticed as Richie’s face put on a shocking expression, his eyes widen. Y/N was concerned. Has he noticed something that’s not right?

“Richie, what’s wrong?” Y/N questioned as she raised an eyebrow. Richie grabbed Y/N’s left arm and extended it to look at it more closely.

Oh no, the makeup wore off

“Who did this to you?” Richie rebuked. Y/N let her arm out of Richie’s release.

“No one” Y/N mumbled. She followed her gaze to the ground.

“Y/N, I know it wasn’t “no one”. Now, I’m going to ask you again, who did this to you?” Richie’s voice lowered. He was waiting for an answer. He didn’t know Y/N that well, but he didn’t want to see her like this, suffering.

Y/N looked up from the ground and locked eyes with Richie. “It was my mom” Y/N muttered.

“Your mom?” Richie repeated. Y/N nodded. “Ever since my dad had left her for a model, my mom starting taking drugs and drinking to drown away her pain. Her pain was too much however, so she, well, she-”

“So she started to take her pain out on you” Richie concluded. Sadness filled his crystallising hazel eyes. A girl as sweet and as innocent as Y/N was going through all this pain.

“I’m sorry you had to find out, I tried to hide it with makeup but I forgot about the wat-”

Before Y/N could finish, Richie got on one knee and gently grabbed Y/N’s arm. He looked at the bruises and scars. His touch was much more gentle, and Y/N felt safe with him. Richie started with the scar on her wrist and brought his lips to it. He placed a gentle kiss on her scar. He gently made his way up the bruises and scars, making sure to kiss each one. Y/N glanced at Richie with full adoration. A boy who skips classes, acts edgy and has the foulest mouth, was doing something as sweet as, this. Tears found their way to glister in Y/N’s eyes, as Richie’s face got closer up, and found its place on her shoulder. She felt his arms wrap around her figure.

“I’m always here for you, you know? We may not be familiar with each other, but if she ever lays her hands on you again, or if anyone does, you come straight to me, alright?” Richie insisted. Y/N nodded, feeling the tears stream down her face. Richie pulled out of the embrace and cupped her cheeks, wiping away her tears with his thumbs. For a slight second, it seemed like Richie was going to kiss her…

Richie uncupped Y/N’s face and slide his arm around her shoulders. “Come on, it’s getting late, let’s dry up, get dressed, and then I’ll walk you home”

                                                        *

“You did not say that to Mr Khong!’ Y/N laughed.

“Hah, believe it or not, I did. I never really liked him, he’s always so moody” Richie chuckled.  Enjoying the sound of Y/N’s laugh. They were walking underneath the moonlight, the spring breeze brushing against their skin. Richie had his hand intertwined with hers. He never felt any happier than this day. Something about Y/N made him feel like a better and brighter person.

“You know, I never knew you were the kind of person to, you know, be this comforting” Y/N admitted.

“Well, I do look pretty emo don’t I?” Richie sniggered. Y/N only rolled her eyes, gently smiling to herself. She noticed the familiar scent of cigarettes. She looked towards her right, to find her mother sitting on the porch, glaring right at her and Richie. Y/N didn’t notice she arrived at her house until now. She broke their intertwined hands and spun around to face Richie.

“Thank you, Richie, for walking me home. I enjoyed tonight” Y/N Consoled. She cleared her throat and nodded towards her mother’s direction. Richie spotted her mother, signalling him to leave.

“Yeah, no problem! I’ll see you around?”

Y/N nodded and waved Richie off. She took a deep breath and made her way towards the porch.

“You’re late” Y/N’s mother spoke in a raspy voice. “I’m sorry, it won’t happen again” Y/N mumbled.

“Who was that boy with you?” Her mother snapped. Y/N’s eyes widened. “Oh, no one. He was just-t, um, walking me home! I bumped into a few gangsters and he saved me”

Y/N’s mother hummed. “Try not to get into trouble next time, sweetheart. Now get to bed”

“Yes, mom” That’s strange, why was her mother acting nice all of a sudden. Maybe she is starting to quit her bad habit…

                                                        *

                                            What is stronger

                                       Than the human heart

                                  Which shatters over and over

                                             And still lives?

                           -rupi kaur, The Sun And Her Flowers

Tags: @rawfulsea  @caitlin-la  ♡

A/N: Thank you bb’s for all the love and support! Next chapter coming pretty soon xx

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[lolainblue]

Phoenix -- Chapter 14

Jared:

  After texting that I had arrived I waited patiently in the hotel hallway, arms full of packages, careful not to alert Jane to my presence by any knocking. After a minute a door opened and a tall woman with bleached blonde hair spotted me and waved me over.

  “Shh. She's on the phone in the other room. If we're quick she won't notice.”

   She quickly pulled some of the packages from my arms and headed back inside, motioning with her head for me to follow.  I made my way in as quietly as I could, carefully placing the things I was still carrying on the table near the window.

  “Okay, I think I know what to do with all of this,” she whispered as she surveyed everything. “I'm Marisol, by the way.”

  “Yeah, I kind of worked that out,” I whispered back. "Thanks so much for doing this for us."

   Marisol ushered me back into the hallway and gestured to the adjoining door. Once again I found myself standing about, now just holding a garment bag and a tote, while I waited for someone to let me in.

   Marisol soon appeared at the neighboring door as well, welcoming me with a flourish. Jane was just inside, still talking on the phone, her back to me. I set my things down and waited.    “I know, I know. But Roger and I will be back for a week in June. You know we wouldn't miss Daddy's birthday. We miss you guys too,” Jane spoke into her receiver as she paced. “Are Mitch and Audrey driving up with the girls?” There was another long pause. “Well give them all hugs and kisses from their Aunt Jane. I'll see you guys soon. I love you, Mommy.”    Jane hung up the phone and sighed. She stood in place, tapping the cell against her open palm. I couldn't see her face but from the way she held herself – breathing deeply, sighing – I was pretty sure she was fighting some intense homesickness. I was glad I had carved out the time to fly to Texas to see her.   Finally, she turned around, the light in the room catching on a little extra dampness in her green eyes. “Marisol, was that someone at the door...”    She stopped when she caught sight of me, her jaw dropping open before her mouth turned up into the biggest grin I had ever seen on her. She squealed and threw her arms around my neck. “Oh my god, Jared! What are you doing here?”    I waited for her to release me, giving her a quick kiss as I set her firmly back down on her feet. “Well I couldn't very well let you spend  your birthday without me, could I?”    “How did you know it was my birthday? I don't think I ever told you...” she trailed off then finished her own thought. “Roger. Of course. I suppose he thinks this makes up for ditching me to do that magazine shoot in Poland.”   I didn't know if I should correct her or not. On one hand, it didn't seem to be fair to take the credit away from Shannon for at least trying to be somewhat selfless. On the other hand, I didn't like the way Jane stiffened any time Shannon was mentioned. This was her birthday. We didn't need any of that. I decided to let it go for now.    “I was hoping to take you out for your birthday. I made some reservations and brought a change of clothes....” I told her as I gestured toward my garment bag, now slung across the back of a chair.    “Oh no!” Jane looked stricken and I had to try to keep a straight face. I knew what was coming. “I love that you surprised me and all but I'm afraid I have a dinner meeting. There this new donor...”    Marisol broke first, chuckling from her position near the door. “Yeah, about that..” I said.    Jane shook her head. “It's you. The meeting is with you.”    “I wanted to be sure you kept your schedule free,” Marisol explained.   “You were in on this?”    “Who do you think helped me pull all this off?” I asked. “But there's bad news too. We have rehearsals for the Australian VMAs and I have to fly back out. I'm afraid I have to head back to the airport by 4:30 am.”    I expected Jane to be disappointed, but if anything, she seemed touched. “Your schedule is that packed and you flew out here just to take me to dinner?” She settled her arms around my neck, running her fingers through my hair while she gazed sweetly into my eyes. “Are you trying to win best boyfriend of the year?”    I chuckled. “I thought we weren't using that word.”    “Pssh,' Jane said, releasing me with a peck on the cheek. “I'm a writer. I'll do what I want with the words.”    Marisol excused herself with a wink in my direction. Once we were alone I tackled Jane, pulling her over to the suite's small living area. “We've got a while before dinner. What would you like to do? Have you been to San Antonio before?”    “Yes, but just for business. I haven't really gone out and done any sightseeing or anything.”    “It's a great town. I wish we had more time here. I'm sure we could find plenty to do. There's an amusement park, I know you love those, but we don't really have time for that.”    “No. When are our dinner reservations?”    “Seven thirty.”    “Well, what do you like to do when you're here?”    “Well, there's a couple of great parks, kayaking, hiking that sort of thing.”   “That's definitely out. I don't want to spend what little time we have driving out to things, getting sweaty and then driving back to change.”    “Agreed. There are some great museums if you like that.”    “Like painting museums or dinosaurs and mummy museums?”    “Art. Contemporary. There's this amazing artist in residence program here, and we could take a stroll along the Riverwalk after while we wait for dinner," I suggested.   “Hmm," Jane hummed, mulling it over. "I'm not much into art myself, I usually don't understand it, but I think it would be nice to go to an art museum with an actual artist. Plus I love watching you when you talk about things you're passionate about. Your eyes get so big and you're always licking your lips and fidgeting with your arms like you're trying not to overwhelm the rest of us. I love your passion.”    I couldn't resist pulling her in for a kiss at that moment. Her lips were soft and sweet, tasting of some sort of fruity lip balm, and it struck me as a very Jane way for them to be. “And I love your softness,” I affirmed as I pulled her against me. “The world could have made you hard but you're still such a sugar cookie.”    Jane laughed and rolled her eyes. “I am not.”    “You are. And it's wonderful.”       We got changed into our dinner clothing after that. I had brought something simple, black slacks and a black button-up shirt, but I wished I had chosen something a little brighter when Jane emerged from the bathroom. She was in a breezy floral sundress, white with pink and yellow roses on it, her hair in big loose curls that cascaded across her shoulders and down her back, and I stopped what I was doing and just watched her as the sun filtering through the drapes illuminated her features. She saw me gaping at her and smiled, the same way she always did when I complimented her, laughing and blushing, dropping her eyes, and that tremendous something that hung in my chest whenever I was near her shifted and surged.    “Well, don't you look like Captain Emo,” she teased. “Do you need to borrow my eyeliner or did  you bring  your own?”    “What do you think is in the bag?” I quipped back. “I have basic black, ultra black, limo black, glam black, charcoal black, nighttime black, daytime black, formal black...”    “Smart ass.” She slipped into my arms without any further comment.    “You look and smell amazing,” I told her as a rush of her perfume hit me. I recognized it as the same one she had been wearing on our first date, and I was sure I had smelled it on her before, probably that summer she spent part of the tour with us.    “Same to you,” she said.    “Even without the eyeliner?” I joked.    “Don't get me wrong, I like the eyeliner. I do. But I think we can skip it for tonight.” She gave me a light kiss and stepped back. “Okay. Go show me some art.”        Everything fell perfectly into place once we headed out. Jane was enraptured at the museum, although I wasn't sure if it was from the art or watching me explain it to her. She definitely seemed to be having a good time. Marisol texted me while I was taking Jane on our pre-dinner walk to let me know that everything was ready back at the hotel. I was so excited to have Jane see my surprise I was almost ready to skip our meal.  I hadn't been out for dinner in San Antonio in ages, so I took her to this Italian place that one of Emma's friends recommended. I wasn't too impressed with it, I thought the food was just okay, but Jane really enjoyed her piccata dish.    We got to talking about our upcoming schedules and I mentioned that we would be shooting a video in Antarctica. Jane became very animated.    “Oh, I have been wanting to go there for ages!”    “Antarctica? Really?” I marveled.    Jane nodded and set down her fork. “I want to climb Mount Vinson. It's one of the seven summits, you know. I mean, not that I'm ever going to do all seven, but Vinson would be such an adventure....”    “How did you even get involved in climbing?”    “Mountaineering,” Jane corrected me.   “Okay, mountaineering. You don't really strike me as the outdoorsy type, to be honest, Jane. You never mentioned so much as going camping before.”    “I really hadn't done much outdoorsy stuff before a few years ago. Some camping trips with Roger, a little hiking, that sort of thing. But remember when I went to Machu Picchu? Those Canadian tourists that invited me to go on that Rainbow Mountain trek with them? I'm pretty sure I wrote to you about that. Anyway, I think it all started there. And then after I climbed Kilimanjaro, it became this whole thing...”    “Wait, you climbed Kilimanjaro? When did this happen?”    “When I was on my walkabout. I was always fascinated with that mountain, ever

since we read about it in school. I never seriously thought I'd climb it, but I was looking at these adventure travel trips, and they insisted Kili was doable if you were in good shape, and I had done well with the South American trek, and I really wanted to try. I'm so glad I did too. It was the most amazing experience.”     I took a sip of my water. Catching up on all the changes with Jane had been its own amazing experience as far as I was concerned. “Well I don't think we're going to be near Mt Vinson but you're welcome to join us in Antarctica if you'd like,” I told her.    Jane's smile faded a bit. “I don't think that would be the best idea.”    “Jane, I'm sure it would be fine...”    “You know, my mountaineering group is going to trek Kathmandu Valley in June,” Jane said, quickly changing the subject. “It's a social thing, really. There's a climb that's more of a hike, takes about three days, ends up at this fifth-century temple. Nothing you couldn't handle, I'm sure. You could come to that if your schedule has space for it. I think you'd have fun.”    “Okay, I think my ego is a little bruised,” I laughed. “I'll have to see what my schedule looks like. Have Marisol send the info to Emma maybe?”    Jane nodded and changed the subject again, chattering brightly about her plans to go home to her parents in a little over a month. I countered with tales of my most recent visit with my own mother. Everything continued pleasantly after that, and before long I was paying the check and helping Jane out of her seat. I sent a quick text to Marisol to alert her to our impending return.    Jane wanted to take another stroll down the riverwalk, but the air had grown a bit chilly and of course, I was anxious to get back to the hotel to show her the rest of her birthday surprise. She seemed irritated that I didn't want to stay out and see the lights but I knew she'd forgive me once she was what Marisol and I had planned.    I slipped through the door as soon as she unlocked it, wanting to see her reaction. Her expression rapidly changed from puzzlement at my odd behavior to awe, her eyes huge as she took in the room.    As soon as I had left, Marisol had begun setting the room up. I had arranged for dozens of helium balloons, in pearly white and pink tones and long curly ribbons, to be delivered. They filled the room now, clinging to the ceiling in little clusters, reflecting the light from the candles that had been set up. Those were Emma's find, from a shop in Portland, giant versions of birthday cake candles in bright colors that echoed the ones on the cake set up on the table near the window. It wasn't actually a grocery store birthday cake – I think Tomo would have killed me if he had caught me buying her one of those – but I had explained the situation to the bakery where I had ordered it and they had done a fantastic job of making it look like a slightly nicer version of one. I hoped it would be enough. The table draped in crepe and covered with flowers, showcasing the presents I had brought with me, including one from Roger, one from Tomo and one from Shannon. I had been a little unsure about that last one, but I figured it would be more awkward to leave him out of it.    “Oh my god, Jared. This is amazing,” Jane said as her face erupted into an enormous grin. “You didn't have to go to all this trouble!”  She noticed Marisol then, standing in the corner where she had been keeping a watch over all the open flames. “And you too! Thank you so much!”   “You're welcome. Enjoy your birthday. I'm off to bed,” Marisol told her, giving her a quick hug and then retreating to her half of the suite.    Jane walked over to the table. “Oh Roger, spilling all my secrets I see...” she mused. “The cake is perfect, as I'm sure you know. You're so sneaky.”    Once again I didn't correct her, just slipped up behind her and wrapped my arms around her waist. “Well, birthday girl, make a wish. We have a cake to eat and presents to open.”    Jane smiled at me and then screwed her eyes tightly closed. After a minute she took a big breath and blew out all the candles, clapping her hands and cheering when she made it on the first attempt.    “You're going to get your wish now. I hope you made it a good one.”    “I did.” She turned around and placed her arms around my neck. “Thank you,” she continued softly. “This is so incredible. You have no idea what it means to me.”    “Anything for you, Jane,” I told her before drawing her mouth to mine. She sighed and shifted in my arms, lingering there with her weight fully against me. I took the opportunity to trace my thumb over her cheekbones and run my fingers under her jawline, memorizing the lines of her face as she gazed dreamily back at me.    “Oh yeah, presents,” she giggled finally, turning back to the table.    “They're not all from me,” I pointed out as she picked each one up and shook it. I pointed out Roger's, and the one Tomo had insisted on sending when he found out where I was going, and then figured we'd get the most awkward one out of the way first. “This one is from Shannon. You don't have to open it if you don't want to." I figured I'd just pull the whole band-aid completely off so I added, "He's the one that told me about your birthday, by the way."    Jane looked at the little box wrapped in red foil for a moment, running her fingertips across the folds in the paper. After a minute's contemplation, she nodded in agreement with some question in her head and then tore the wrapping away.  Once opened, the box revealed a silver, Singapore chain bracelet with a single charm – a Ferris wheel. Jane twisted it in her fingers, her lips pursed tightly together. I thought I saw a hint of a smile returning to them before she abruptly closed the box back up and set it aside.    “Okay, what's next?” she asked a little too brightly.    I handed her another box.  “This is the one from Tomo.”    This time there was no hesitation as she unwrapped it, but she laughed when she saw the contents, and so did I when I pulled them out – a giant pair of fluffy slippers, made to look like chickens. “Tell him I said thank you,” she managed once she had stopped giggling.    I handed her Roger's package next, a long box with a large card attached to it. Jane opened the card first and then frowned.    “What?” I asked.    “To Jane and Jared. Sorry for ditching you, Jane and apologies to Jared for my lousy behavior. P.S.: Janey, your real present is at Mom and Dad's.” she read aloud.    “Okay, now you have to open it.”    She continued frowning as she peeled the paper away, revealing a plain black garment box. She took the lid off, looked inside for a second and then gasped and slammed the lid back down.    “I. Am going. To kill him,” she growled through gritted teeth.    “What on earth is in there?” I asked as I tried to pry the box away from her. She wouldn't let go. “Come on, it has my name on it too.”    Jane sighed and released her grip on the box. I pulled the lid back open and pulled the tissue paper aside, catching a glimpse of red satin, an o-ring,  and a tag that read Bordelle.    “Is that what I think it is?” Jane asked.   “Well, if you think it's ridiculously expensive bondage-inspired boutique lingerie, then yes, it's exactly what you think it is.”   “Yup. I'm gonna kill him.”    “Oh come on. I'm sure he meant well. You haven't even taken it out of the box and looked at it properly. How do you know you won't like it?”    “Are you going to wear it?” she asked sarcastically.    “I don't know. Does it do anything for you if I do?”    She gave me a playful shove and I erupted into laughter. “God, you're as bad as Roger is,” she said before taking the box back and shoving to the side of the table. She picked up another present. “Who is this from?”   “That's from me, but so is the other one. You should open that one last.” I grabbed the larger of the two presents and exchanged it for the one she had been holding, letting the matter of the lingerie drop for now. “Here, open this one.”    I hadn't had a lot of time to shop for a present for Jane, and the one I had chosen from her risked not being ready in time, so I had enlisted Emma's help. This box had been her find. It was a silk pashmina-style scarf in shades of gold and rose that looked like a sunset. Jane snatched it out of the box as soon as she spotted it, running the smooth fabric against her cheek. “Oh my god, it's gorgeous. Thank you.”    Jane wrapped the new shawl around her shoulders before retrieving the box I had taken back from her earlier. It was wrapped in white paper with pink roses, to match the birthday cake, and she gave it a little shake while grinning mischievously at me.  I didn't give her any hints, just waited patiently while she turned it over in her hands, shaking it again near her ear, before finally removing the paper. She smiled when she saw the necklace inside.    “It's so pretty, thank you,” she said, not understanding what I had gotten her.    I took the necklace from its cradle, unwinding the chain and locating the clasp so that I could put it on her. It was a simple white gold chain with a pendant, a piece of clear resin surrounded with a gold ring. It was what was in the resin that made it special.   “I almost didn't get this in time,” I told her as she lifted her hair so I could fasten the piece for her. “The artist that does these is a friend of my mother though, and she did a rush job for me. I literally got it from her this morning, already wrapped. I hadn't even seen the finished product myself until now.”    Jane grasped the pendant and lifted it for a better look. “She did a lovely job. Is that a flower petal inside?”    “Yes,” I said proudly as stepped in front of her again.    The phone call I had walked in on earlier was hardly my first introduction

to how close Jane was with her parents. I knew that she loved them very much and although she loved her life as it was she got homesick often too. This one had taken a little help from Roger, and some from her mother, but I thought we had pulled off something very special.   “It's a peony petal. From your mother's garden,” explained. “It will stay preserved forever like that, and now you'll always have a piece of home with you.”    Jane drew in her breath sharply and her eyes grew misty. “Oh, Jared. It's the most perfect thing.” She threw her arms around my neck, murmuring thank yous as she sniffled against my chest. I pulled her tight and waited for her to settle down again. I knew how sentimental she was. The piece had gone over as well as I had hoped.    When she finally let go she grasped the necklace again, keeping it tight in her grasp as she turned back to the table. “Uhm... Jared?”    “Yes?”   “The cake looks delicious. You didn't happen to bring anything with which we could cut it or serve it or eat it did you?”   “Shit. I should have known I'd forget something.”    Jane smiled, against nestling herself in my arms. “Nevermind. This has been the most perfect birthday I've had in years anyway. And I know what I'd rather have than cake right now.”    “Oh, what's that?”    She bit her lower lip, giving me a sly smile. “You.”

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[spacenerrrd]

Don’t Judge a Book by its Cover: Chapter 2

Sander Sides

Word count: 2,948

Characters: Patton/Creativity, Virgil/Anxiety, Patton/Morality, Logan/Logic

Warnings: School stresses

Summary: Logan runs a library in a small town, allowing him to share his love of books without feeling left out. His business partner and friend Roman helps by running the bright Disney themed cafe that attracts more people to stay for longer. The two clashing but somehow perfect match of a friendship went their days peaceful in their small community until one day a new pair of brother; Patton and Virgil, moved into town and showed the owners a new way of live.

Chapter two: Getting to know you

Chapter 1

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Scribbles.

“So you understand that the y-intercept can be found by knowing the gradient of the slope?”

“No I don’t get it. How can you do that? I don’t understand the equation Logan.” The red haired girl hid her freckled face into the heels of her hands.

“Well, let me write it down for you. The equation is y=mx+b and the m stands for….Lucy?” Logan heard sniffles coming from the girl and his face softened from his usual serious tone when he was tutoring. “It’s alright ok? You’ll pass this test because you’ll understand it.”

“But what if I don’t? I need to pick up my grades in Maths otherwise I won’t make my dream university.” She mumbled in her hands, voice rough from her recent crying.

“Don’t you dare say that you won’t make it. I know you can, believe me. You are one of the most brightest and intelligent young ladies I know and you can do this.” Logan scooted his chair closer and rested a delicate hand on her back. “Look at me Lucy.”

She hesitantly looked up, her shining blue eyes glistened with the tears ran down her cheeks, sticking strings of her hair messily across her face.

“Let’s take a break. Why don’t you get that book you come in when you’ve had a bad day and you can read it to me?”

“How did you-”

“It’s my job to know this stuff. Now go.” Logan gave a soft smile that lit up Lucy’s face as she ran off to search the shelves. He sighed, sorting out the sheets of study papers and notes. He didn’t need to see it to notice the person sit across from him, and somehow feeling the smile radiate off them it would really only be one person. “Greetings Patton, I’m glad to see you back again.”

“Hiya Lo! Gee, this place is just oh so lovely that I couldn’t stay away!”

“Thank you for the compliment. May I ask where Virgil is?”

“Oh! Yea Virg is just at the cafe. Needs a big ol’ cup of coffee before diving into the books.” Patton’s happiness seemed very dramatic for the situation, but Logan guessed that’s just how he was.

“So he’s still in school.”

“Yes sir-ry! Very much into the music industry and arts. Such a brilliant kiddo he is!”

“He sounds wonderful indeed. Now I’m sorry Patton, but I have a tutoring session currently and she will be back any minute.”

“So that’s who that pretty young chooken was! I saw how you handled her emotions and it just made my heart swell with joy. You seem to be so good with the children. Do you help them a lot? She seemed to be just so comfortable with you like my golly. I would not expect that from you Lo, but I guess you shouldn’t judge a book by its cover, am I right?”

Before Logan could even get a word in to reply to any of the questions Lucy had already returned, grinning ear from ear that made him blush.

“Oh yes, sorry, teaching session going on. I’ll get out of your way.” Patton was still smiling, shuffling his chair back until Lucy spoke up.

“Wait Mr, you can stay. I haven’t seen Logan smile like that in ages.”

“I was not smiling Lucy and you know better.”

“Oh yea, totally. But can you stay? I was only going to read this book anyway. Do you want to sit with us?”

Logan was about to protest the idea before Patton spoke up. “My golly, I would be honoured to listen. You have such a lovely voice.”

Lucy giggled, a light pink covering her cheeks that made her eyes shine brighter. “Why thank you Mr.”

“Please, my names Patton, but most people call me Dad.”

Lucy laughed, smile unfortunately spreading across Logan’s face from seeing her happy. She opened the book, and to little surprise by Logan she started reciting the words from Alice In Wonderland. “Alice was beginning to get very tired of sitting by her sister on the bank, and of having nothing to do: once or twice she had peeped into the book her sister was reading, but it had no pictures or conversations in it, `and what is the use of a book,' thought Alice `without pictures or conversation?'”

Logan looked over at Patton who was resting his head in his hands, eyes sparkling as he listened like she was an angel from heaven. Logan cringed at the small smile that was on his face, but he unfortunately couldn't help it as his heart fluttered that tiny bit more.

Virgil had his headphones ear so loud that it was a wonder how his ears weren’t bleeding. The purple hood covered his face in a shadow, hair assisting as it fell over his eyes. He stood in front of the counter, trying not to smile at the Disney puns of names before he was snapped back when a hand waved in front of his face. He disgruntledly removed a headphone and looked up at a smirking Roman.

“Well hello emo child, glad to see you back here.”

Virgil stared at him. “You’re the closest coffee place….and the best tasting in town.” he grumbled, trying to decide on what to get.

“I suggest the Black Cauldron. It’s the biggest and strongest coffee we have, perfect for study time when you hardly have any sleep.”

“I am not-”

“Bag slung across one shoulder that is shaped to hold books and a laptop, too lazy to wear properly as it’s too close of a walk. Although you seem to cover it with your heavily done eyeshadow, the bags under your eyes are still visible and almost draws attention away to your beautiful eyes.” Roman smirked. “You’re not the only student who’s a favourite here. Soon I’ll know your timetable.”

Virgil stood there speechless, blushing furiously as his eyebrows knitted together. “Just make my damn coffee will you?” He slammed the change on the table and stomped off to one of the tables, the smirk growing wider.

Virgil had his music pumping into both ears again, setting up with a textbook, sheets and an art book he was currently sketching in. He was drifting off from the real world, getting lost in how the pencil worked against the paper until a coffee slid in front of him and someone occupied the spare seat. He sighed heavily, trying to ignore Roman as he took a large gulp from his cup and went back to his book. The boy would of kept going if it wasn’t for the fact that Roman shuffled closer, trying to peer at what Virgil was drawing. He tilted the book away, getting words from Roman that he couldn’t hear. He pulled an earphone out, earning a smirk.

“Whatcha drawing handsome?”

“None of your business.”

“It will be if you’re going to becoming in regularly. Just got out of an art degree myself last year, along with theatre, so I’m making sure you guys actually keep going on the work.”

“How did you know I’m taking an art-”

“I also can tell you’re taking music. Do I really need to go through how I know this, Senior.”

Virgil flushed again, nails digging into his palms in agitation as he pulled his jumper sleeves down.

“I’m not here to pick, we’re here for support, and quite honestly you’re a cutie so I don’t want you to be getting behind sweetheart.”

“I am not sweet. If I was coffee I’d need as much sugar as that coffee did yesterday Princey.”

Roman’s smile faltered at the name, Virgil about to apologies before Roman spoke up again like nothing happened. “You wish. I’ll get the soft side out of you, just wait. I-” Roman was cut off by a small child tugging at his sleeve. The small boy had chocolate brown eyes that matched his hair, small freckles covering his face. “Well hello Miles. What would you like?” “Isn’t it story time Ro? We wanna know what happens next!” The small child pointed to a large clock, the arrows pointing to the words STORYTIME in silly font instead of the number 3.

“Well would you look at that it is! Why don’t you go tell the other’s that I’ll be there in just a giffy.”

Miles smiled wide, running of to spread the word to the other children playing.

“I’m sorry to cut our date short, but the children will attack if I don’t go over soon. I’ll come back just after playtime if you’re still here though.”

“This wasn’t a date-”

“See you later hoodie boy.” Roman winked before standing up and walking over to the the small children who cheered in unisation. Roman smiled at them all, taking his seat in the throne and picking up a book. All the children gathered and sat patiently, wide eyes and bright smiles facing Roman as he narrated the book, facial expressions and different voices for the characters packaged in that had the children laughing.

Virgil tried to make it not obvious that he looked up to watch Roman from time to time. The way the kids seemed to love him to bits that made it extremely hard for Virgil to force a smile down.

Once Lucy had been feeling better and convinced Logan that she was fine to keep working, they went back to work. Patton still sat patiently across from them, learning too from listening to Logan.

Lucy looked at her phone for a moment before having to take a double take, eyes going wide. “Oh god, it’s already 5. I really need to get back home.”

Logan looked confused until he got a glimpse of the time himself. “Oh god Lucy, I’m sorry. I should’ve been looking at the time.” His face turned to one of guilt.

“No no, it’s alright. It’s my responsibility. It shouldn’t be too bad today anyway. Dad’s not home so Mum should be out and won’t even notice.” She smiled, hiding a million different emotions behind it. “See you later Logan, and thanks for spending time with us Patton.”

“Anytime kiddo, I wish you luck for your test.” Patton waved Lucy off, smile still wide. He looked back at Logan and the expression on his face made him worry. “Come on Lo, being home a little bit late shouldn’t be too bad, right?”

Logan looked at Patton, trying to hide any emotion on his face but his eyes betrayed him. “Lucy doesn’t have the best living arrangement at this current moment. She doesn’t have the money to live in campus so she needs to stay there for now.”

Patton smile faltered for a moment. “Oh… well at least she has you and your library to come back to a safe place.”

Logan gave a quick small smile. “Yes, I guess that is a positive.” he started cleaning up the textbooks and scrap paper left on the table, grateful for the silence until Patton was speaking up again.

“I never would of thought you would be so good with kids Lo!”

“I’m not good with humans. The only thing I know how to do well is to teach and the point of that interaction was to teach.”

“No way! She was crying and you calmed her right down to where she was smiling. If I don’t call that good then people don’t call me Patton.”

“I was merely being factual, it was just a plus that she found it comforting.”

“Whatever you say Lo, but we both know the truth.”

Logan gritted his teeth. Why couldn’t Patton just trust that he was bad with human interaction? If he was good then they would’ve stayed, not hurt him. He wouldn’t be here if he was good with human interaction , so why can’t Patton just admit it. He stayed silent, afraid to open his mouth and walked away to put the textbooks back on the shelf. Logan thought he would be left alone until he could hear the soft skipping on the carpet that was unmistakably Patton. He stayed silent though as he sorted out the textbooks and some other books that he saw were out of place. The entire time Patton trotted behind him, smile still there as he quietly admired everything. Something about the silence was worse than Patton’s talking but he wasn’t going to mention anything. Once he had finished organising the books he turned around to the ball of sunshine following him. “Do you need to get home? I think Virgil has been studying for a considerable amount of time..”

“Oh yes! I bet he’s gotten so much work done. Gosh, i’m just so gosh darn proud of him, ya know?” Patton said cheerfully like everything else, starting to head to the cafe.

“I do know, as you have expressed it in the past before and it is very evident in the way you speak about him.” Logan state, not understanding the question Patton said was mainly rhetorical, but still getting a bright grin in return. He walked over to the cafe, Patton happily trotting alone up to the table Virgil was sitting at. With both of his headphones in he didn’t realise the two coming up and saw him looking over at Roman who was playing with a small girl, parents must of still been at work. The small soft smile being wiped off and being replaced by a flush of red after hearing Patton’s exclamation.

“AWWWW VIRGE!! You’re smile is adorable!! If it was making you that happy you should’ve just asked to join them.”

Virgil’s eyes went wide, turning to see if Roman heard to be met with the princes shining eyes and a laughter tumbling from his lips. Virgil stared at Patton who was oblivious to what he was doing wrong as he started to back up his work. Shoving it into his bag, mumbling something under his breath before stomping off to the exit.

“Well it seems like someone’s on the Virge about something.” Patton grinned, giggling at his own joke. Although he did not find it that amusing himself, Logan found himself giving a small smile about something. “Well I guess I better get him, make sure he doesn’t get lost on the way to the car. I’ll see you later Lo!”

“My names Logan, and goodbye Patton.” He waved off the bouncing ball, taking a seat at the cafe to watch Roman play. Even though it was past the playtime, as evident by the hands on the big clock being past the words PLAYTIME that replaced the 4 and 5, he still played with the little girl who was left as their parents were late. Logan just couldn’t understand how he was so good with people. All the students who came in and went to him seemed a little bouncy on their toes as they left. Roman claims the same happens to the kids he tutors but he denied it, saying he couldn’t see any difference in them. Logan didn’t realise how long he had been sitting there for, lost in thought until Roman pulled up a seat beside him. He sighed when he saw his massive grin. “Nothing did or will happen.”

“I never said anything did. I was grinning about that I saw you smiled at a pun. Honestly I feel offended that you smiled at his because I’ve been telling you some for years and haven’t even gotten the smallest sign of a smile yet he could get one out of you just like that.”

“I wasn’t smiling at the pun.”

“Oh, so there was something else.”

“Why can’t I just smile and have it be over nothing?”

“Because you don’t smile anymore.”

The tone suddenly dropped, a silence falling over the two for a bit. Logan didn’t look up at Roman who was giving him a gentle stare. After a few moments the Logan suddenly stood up, the chair scraping against the wooden floors. “You know how to pack up.”

“Oh Lo, you know I didn’t mean-”

“Don’t call me that.” Logan snapped, making Roman shut his mouth. Logan’s expression softened slightly, eyes apologising. “I will see you in the morning.” He received a nod from Roman as he walked out. Even though there was still an hour until they were suppose to shut, there was currently no one else in apart from them and some students who offered to clean up the shelves for some pocket money. Logan’s leather shoes trotted along the pavement as he made his way home, hands in the pockets of his heavy jacket. Soon the keys were clicking the lock open and they were dropped with a clank into the bowl that sat upon the table. The jacket was shrugged off and hung up neatly through routine, shoes shortly following suit. Logan made his way straight to the his office, sitting down in the dark blue leather chair that was positioned behind the oak desk. The draw was slid open to allow him to pull out a black fabric covered book. It was opened, revealing pages upon pages of neatly writing words, dates differing from hours to months. His mother taught him that showing pain and emotion was weakness, so to allow a book to keep them locked up and safe was the better option. Logan found a new fresh page, crisp white seeming to shine in the dim light. A fountain pen was picked up from the cup that kept his desk neat and was soon spilling its ink along the pages, expressing emotions it shouldn’t be able to.

Scribbles.

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Here’s Chapter 2 y’all! I hope you all enjoy this one because I really enjoyed writing this. If you’d like to be tagged in future ones and aren’t on my tag list let me know and I’ll happily join you in!

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[pinkstarbeam]

Pidgance Cat Cafe AU

blame @gladelockwood for planting this little seed in my braid. In this AU the cat’s are all adoptable and taken from kill shelters meaning they are given second chances, some have injuries, but the staff takes care of them very well and they also have experts come in when needed for the babs. Also on the summer basketball practice, that’s something my school used to do so I added it in for memories sake from when my brother had to go and do then came home like dead af from heat because we live in the kinda south.

Katie basically was given the job after her brother Matt’s boyfriend, Takashi, better known as Shiro heard that she needed one and seeing as he had seen first hand Katie was good with animals via the Holt’s family dog he figured that she would be a good fit at the cat cafe he worked at with his and Matt’s polyamorous girlfriend Allura

Katie’s first day she falls in love with this small orange kitten that like straight up loves anything electronics wise, got your phone out? This cat want it. She immediately adopts him after her approve and names him Rover though not even a week later she adopts this middle aged cat that always seems to always sleep on the windowsill by the plants so she names her Flower.

About a month into working at the cafe she noticed a guy come in looking around all angry like, Katie being the one of the floor at the moment hurried over to the tanned male to make sure he was okay

“Sir are you okay?”

“Where is Kei-” He stops foot in mouth as he looks down at Katie

The guy, Lance, had originally came to chew out his fellow basketball teammate Keith who had made him look like an idiot at practice only to find instead of the mullet emo teen a cute girl with eyes of honey and hair or caramel.

“Keith?” Katie finished his sentence “He just got off five minute ago.”.

Lance didn’t know what was worse, that he missed tongue lashing Keith or Keith was working with a really cute girl.

Lance went to open his mouth when he felt something rub against his leg, looking down he seen a black almost offset blue cat with eyes brighter than the sky on the sunniest days purring as it rubbed against him

Katie laughed “I think blue likes you, she may not be a kitten, but she is still as wild and loving as any kitten here.”

Lance smiles and picks up the cat, he had came in wanting to pick a fight, but instead was coming home with a new cuddle buddy.

The next day he came back and watched as kittens chased after Katie who was running around on the floor dragging a cat toy while laughing at the cats, the rest of her coworkers setting up for the day, but they didn’t seem to mind her playing with the cats.

“Oh hey Lance!” Hunk called as he came out from the kitchen “Were not quite open yet, but feel free to sit and wait.”

Lance nodded smiling at his friend before walking to a table near where Katie was playing with the cats

He was about to say something when he watched Keith walk up behind her and tickle her

Katie laughed and her body went slack as a defense “Keith you ass!”

Keith laughed “You’re supposed to be working not playing.”

Lance felt slight jealously bubble in him, but it stopped when Shiro walked out wiping his hands on a rag

“Keith leave Katie alone, she’s been picking up your shifts since practice started up.”

Katie shrugged “What are best friends for.”

Keith ruffled Katie’s hair “I owe you.” he said heading back to the kitchen

‘Their just friends Lance calm down.’ Lance thought to himself

Later at practice he decided to get some insight on the brunette he had a growing crush on

“So uh, how long have you known Katie?”

“Why?”

“J-Just wondering! You guys seemed close this morning is all.”

“Oh well, her brother is dating mine, plus when I moved here in middle school she was my first friend.”

“I thought your first friend here was that weird kid that had giant glasses and a metal mouth that always talked about aliens.”

Keith started laughing

“What?!”

“That was Katie! It’s called puberty dude.”

“Well puberty hit her like a fucking truck.”

Keith’s mood changed as he heard Lance’s comment on puberty towards Pidge

“Stay the fuck away from her.”

“What why?!”

“Oh please, everyone knows you’re a player.”

Lance rolled his eyes “I’m a flirt not a player.”

“I don’t give a fuck, Katie doesn’t need a guy like you in her life.”

And with that Keith left the locker room annoyed

Lance grinded his back teeth, he didn’t care what mullet thought of him, he was gonna pursue and prove he wasn’t a player

Another month passes and much to Lance’s dismay Keith fucking blocks all his attempts such as always being his waiter on days when Katie and him work same shifts, and walking/driving Katie home after work so Lance doesn’t have a chance to volunteer or follow

However one day Allura puts out a help wanted sign that Lance snatches up and is like, stop me now fucker.

So now Lance is also working at the cat cafe which weirdly brings in more customers? Like some of the girls that come in squeal over how cute Lance and Keith are and how they are obviously a couple. The rest of the waitstaff finds it amusing as hell.

One day Keith is home sick so Lance takes his shift and finds that other than Hunk who is in the back, its just him, Coran, and Katie working 

He sticks to Katie like glue and learns things about her like she still really likes aliens and cryptids and she actually still has really bad eye sight, but wears contacts in public for convenience

They finally exchange numbers and start texting regularly, when school starts back up they start having lunch together though it irks Keith, but he doesn’t say anything since it makes Katie happy to have more friends to talk to about, and besides Lance is a meme who can talk to her about the memes Keith knows nothing about

Around Christmas, so about half a year later the cafe decides to do a secret Santa gift exchange type party

Lance, the fucking master of ugly sweaters shows up in all his sweatered glory despite the fact that they live in California and it’s literally like 80 out, Lance please you’re gonna get heat stroke.

Katie is wearing a alien t-shirt she made Christmas-y by velcroing a red nose to wear the aliens nose would be, Keith is the only one who is amused by this.

During the party Katie ends up falling asleep on Lance who is using everything in him not to freak out

Matt noticed “She was up all night working on her secret Santa gift, i’ll take her home.”

“N-No!” Lance squeaked “I-I mean i’ll take her, you enjoy the party, I should go home and change anyway this sweater is hot.”

Matt just shrugs 

“Don’t forget to grab the number present you drew when you came in!” Allura called from the kitchen.

Lance grabbed his own bag he brought which was the number Katie drew, 3, and then a box labeled 5 which he couldn’t pinpoint who it from seeing as it was wrapped in plain brown paper.

Once at her house, Lance laid Katie down on her bed upstairs after getting permission from her Mom

Lance smiled at Katie’s room, it was covered in space related things, but still had girly touches like a make up vanity and strong lights

Sitting down at Katie’s desk he decided to open his gift, unwrapping it he felt his heart stop because holy fuck was the gift cute as hell, but it was also from Katie

Inside the box was a hand knitted cat beanie with a letter that said “Thanks for all your hard work! - Katie ‘Pidge’ Holt”

He slid the beanie on as he heard Katie move in bed

“Lance?” she asked

he turned to look at her “No, go back to bed you look exhausted.”

Katie laughed “I need to take out my contacts first.” she said getting up and walking to the bathroom only to return with thick circular frames on, her hair down out of it’s signature side pony,and a retainer in, this was the Katie everyone except him and maybe Hunk had seen

“I brought your gift here so if you wanna open it now before you sleep you can.” Lance added as Katie sat down

“I see you got mine.” Katie pointed out as she grabbed the bag

He smiled “I did, it’s really nice! It’s come in handy for snowboarding trips.”

Katie opened the bag to find inside was an alien head shaped backpack 

“Did you have a feeling i’d pick your number?” she laughed 

Lance shrugged “Well Matt, Keith, and you are all into aliens so I thought i’d get something alien related. Besides if Allura or Shiro got it they’d just give it to one of you guys.”

Katie nodded smiling at the bag “Well thank you very much.”

He nodded “Well I should head home, my curfew is at nine since my Dad is on a business trip.”

“Alright, be safe! Good night.”

“Good night, love you.”

“Wh-What?!”

Lance immediately realized what he said and turned red “N-No I-” he ran a hand through his hair “My siblings, that’s how we say goodnight and i’m just so used to it.”

“O-Oh..” Katie began “I was about to say at least buy me dinner first.”

Lance smirked “Consider it done, seven tomorrow?”

“It’s a date.”

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