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roseband · 2 months

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My VVVIP experience with The Rose (very long):

I did the triple VIP package in Stockholm, Sweden with the boys <3

For the green room tour, they all started with a hug, which was very nice... they're all very short hahaha, but so handsome.

When I first got into the room, Dojoon commented that my top looked like some of the jackets they wear on stage, so I was happy that he noticed that lol (done on purpose!!)

The first thing they asked all of us is if we wanted anything to drink, I asked for a diet coke knowing that Hajoon is a diet coke drinker too, which turned into a conversation with them about how diet coke isn't really sold in that area of Europe cause of the chemicals in it, and how we should probably all.... stop. (I drink like 3-4 a day I have a problem)

They asked why I came all the way from NYC, I mentioned that I had a buttload of unused PTO (which they didn't know what that was, which, honestly... artist problems same reason I didn't use mine, I told them that I finally got a staff graphic artist job (forgot to mention the brand and i wanna kermit cause sammy and their photographer both own a lot of stuff from the brand i work for, and like a ton of other idols lol.... like Eric's whole family is a fan of one of the things I do some art on lol (I should seriously send him one of the toddler outfits I did a bunch on for his nephew lol)), vs the freelance I had been doing for 3 yrs before), asked if I had come to multiple cities or had gone on vacation only, and I told them I was on vacation in Sweden/Denmark.

They don't usually get to tourist when on tour, so mainly just plane/train, hotel, concert venue, maybe one part of the city, which is kinda sad ;_; also it must be so tiring, like Dojoon looked super tired and not the healthiest, so I hope he's okay, he kinda kept his distance from us during parts of the tour and also "brain farted" during Q&A......

But they asked how I got there, mentioned plane ofc, but I made a joke that u could probably take a cruise...?? Hajoon said UBER which made the others all laugh

I kinda froze a bit, it was a loooottt, so Dojoon made a joke that I could just stare at them even and it'd be okay...

I asked them if they were going to ever release the old songs (like photographer, omg, greed, can't let you go) that they used to play on their tours in 2017-19, when I mentioned omg/photographer I told Jae I like his little slap bass solos in them <3 <3 <3 (Jae def still has the most idol'y mannerisms cause he did the classic idol compliment, head turn, heart eyes and hands to chest lol)...

They're planning on releasing them in a special way for broses, and Sammy was thinking some sort of like, scavenger hunt type thing on rosarium. (pls give them to meeeeee <3)

I told them I like those (omg and photographer) the most cause I play a bit of bass guitar, even though it's not my main instrument... and that the VIP package made me want to get out my guitars again,, Sammy asked what it was and if it was guitar, which I was like CLARINET!!!! and Bass Clarinet which is like a super big clarinet that goes up to /here/ *stands and gestures height*.

Sammy and Hajoon both came to the conclusion that it's a "clarinet cello" and "like a cello to a violin" which YES!!!

So when they got the ukulele out to sign, going with the violin joke, Jaehyeong mimed it being like a violin hahaha, and as they went to sign it Sammy kvetched about how sharpies smell lol.

So I was still talking to them about the old tracks, and mentioned I was a predebut fan.... and /used to/ (at least my noggin worked there) run a tumblr page of them, and sammy mentioned he used to be on tumblr and would follow/look into fan accounts, so HELP ME, (now i'm certain they've seen that awful video ;~;) but there's no way that he hasn't seen my acct then and that's big bad energy for my brain now lol.

but for the 4 selfies they first asked who your bias was, and when I said jaehyeong soooo quickly they all made fun of me for how fast it was, but OFC!! bass baby.

Jae and I took the two selfies, plus he almost dropped my phone in the middle, so I have a third really derpy one that wasn't supposed to be taken, and then we had the two with ot4...

Pics:

I wanna know what witchcraft they use to look taller in pics though...

And also... my precious (I have to build my display for it now)

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So after that we went for the stage tour....

I had initially hung by Jae while going on stage (and he helped me up cause their circle part of the stage was a big step up and i was wearing heels and am a klutz)

But I ended up hanging with Sammy and playing Skylar which <3 <3 <3

So two of the girls who were in my group played piano and were hanging with dojoon, and were both super good at piano btw!! <3

When I first put Skylar on I played a little bit of blackbird by the beatles and Dojoon sang alongggg, and then I played the beginning/chorus of back to me like the melody part (IDK I may slip in the audio that I recorded on my watch later, but not sure, I think I may wanna keep those private for me)

But Sammy asked if I wanted to keep playing (so I didn't get a chance on Juicy w/ Jae but that's okay, next year hopefully) and he showed me the chords to b2m and a little bit of the chords for alive.

It's really hard to play on stage, I'm not a guitar family main, and mostly play by tab/ear, so the delay you get from when you pluck/strum the instrument to when you hear it without the IEMs is really confusing.... so now I totally get why when they had that issue with their sound team with their IEMs they kept having such extreme issues cause it's like off by a half second from you playing and hearing it. (I can really only handle that delay on my reeds lol)

Also, rather than having a pedal board where they can change effects during tracks, they actually have them preprogrammed for each song, so they can change distortion type effects based on which song is in the setlist vs what effects they want at the moment. Which is different than when I went on their stage in 2018, cause they had a typical pedal board setup then.

Also when I took off Skylar, I asked Sammy what's with the heavy relic customs (cause he has two now) and he said that he just likes them..... and I sorta joked that in nerd instrument world that's not ok (even though I know someone who played at carnegie with duct tape on her fucking contrabass clarinet) and he said "well guitar can be a nerd instrument too" and like dude u do not know how weird woodwind players are... u do not get it but ily so much

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Q&A/Soundcheck/Concert was... normal, waiting for fancams to upload now

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We had one final group photo with the 5 VVVIPs where they also gave us the signed ukuleles and the posters they were holding backstage for us.

We got to hug them all again and we thanked them for the show.

We technically weren't allowed to give them gifts, but that was the only time we weren't watched as much, so one girl slipped them some black rose pins she ordered thru Dojoon, and I gave the keychains that I drew and had printed/manufactured through Sammy.

Sammy was impressed that I had all them and that the sticker on the back of Brittany is on the back, but when I mentioned I drew them he was like "wait you DREW these" so i'm super happy lol

...and then now i have world's worst post concert depression hahaha

#personal #the rose

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the-slasher-madame · 2 years

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May I request the Sinclair brothers with a mutual friend who has autism and asks a lot of questions. It’s their way of connecting with the boys and getting to know them better.

Wait is this like a strictly neurodivergent thing?? Cause I tried to get diagnosed with ADHD and/or Autism (the psychologist said I didn’t...I disagree) and I do this all the time. It’s just nice showing people you care ya know? That you find them interesting and like to know about them.

ALSO FUCK MEEEEEE I WROTE HALF THIS AND IT GOT DELETED this is why people suggest writing on google docs or something before transferring it to tumblr-

Anyways enjoy <333

Vincent Sinclair: I don’t think he would mind per say, but I don’t think he understands it at first. And if he’s having a bad day, he’d be a little stiff with you (especially at first). He doesn’t talk much, and he’s a good listener, so he doesn’t mind most days. And he likes the background noise. When you explain that it’s a form of affection/a way to get to know him better, he melts. Thinks it’s adorable, and feels pretty honored (cause I know I try to be more like myself and not hide anything around the people I care about, AND I do this to show people I care about what they like. They listen to my bullshit, the least I can do is listen to them). Starts to mimic you and ask you questions back to show he cares about you, too. He loves hearing about what you like, and you love hearing about his interests too. One of my English teachers said that it’s about “loving that they love what they love” or along those lines. Y’all will absolutely use the information y’all gather against the other. You and Vincent get into “wars” where you try to spoil the other more. These usually end with Bo stepping in and telling y’all to “quite that sappy shit, it’s makin me sick.” This warning does not stop y’all for long.

Bo Sinclair: He tries to be patient, he really tries. But we all know what he’s like, and before long he gets annoyed. He feels like your interrogating him, like your trying to find something wrong with what he’s doing or that you know better than him, particularly when he’s doing his mechanics thing (I think the feelings of interrogation and not doing something right trace back to his parents). He snaps at you to shut up and leave him alone, so you go back to the house (and personally I’d feel really bad even if I did nothing wrong because I have a lot to unpack mentally but anyways moving on). Personally, after he’s come home and calmed down I’d explain why I ask so many questions and all, and then he feels really bad. He’s just like “shit shit SHIT” and feels so so guilty. I’ve seen these headcanons around, that like he treats you really well and is really soft for you, and I think that comes through when you explain you weren’t trying to annoy him, just connect with him. He’ll spoil you to make it up to you, and then he always answers questions and just really tries to be nice. He’ll also be nicer if he’s getting annoyed and just needs a few moments of quiet. I don’t think he’d ask as many questions back as Vincent does, but he appreciates that you care enough to want to know more about him. While he doesn’t ask as many questions, I think he’s observant (and I think he’d look through your diary/journal sometimes, I hate to say it but we all know what he’s like). Overall, he indulges you and gets those goofy butterflies when he thinks about how it’s a sign that you really care about him

Lester Sinclair: He’s gonna understand the most, cause goddamn it look at him and tell me he’s neurotypical. You Can’t. He does this too, probably doesn’t realize it could be considered a weird thing or possibly annoying. He feels so so loved when you ask him questions about the stuff he likes (especially thinking about how I think the abuse his parents threw at him was mostly neglect and lack of attention, so shower him in it). I feel like y’all go back and forth like birds, chattering and talking for hours on end. He loves when you ride with him when he goes places and y’all keep talking. Y’all talk about everything and anything, y’all cover every topic under the sun and the moon. When y’all are with the twins, Bo gets so annoyed lol. He’s all like “can y’all shut the fuck up fer 2 seconds, shit, how y’all breath?” Vincent will try to listen for a while, but eventually he tune y’all out cause the two of you talk so fast and so much. Another Sinclair who uses these conversations against you and will spoil the hell out of you. If he finds something he thinks you would like, it’s gonna be yours. You can’t stop him, you just can’t. It’s a like a force of nature. Lester is just big golden retriever himbo energy and it shows with how he brings you stuff (you do the same, of course, but he is determined to one-up you). Best, most understanding boy

Ahh I hope you like it!! This was fun (even if it deleted itself halfway through lol). I love the Sinclairs so much, they have every piece of my heart. Thank you for being so patient <3333333

#slashers #slasher fucker #slasher x reader #slasher fluff #slasher community #bo sinclair #bo sinclair fluff #bo sinclair x reader #vincent sinclair #vincent sinclair fluff #vincent sinclair x reader #lester sinclair #lester sinclair fluff #lester sinclair x reader

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thedistantshoresproject · 1 year

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Hello, how are you? I hope you're doing well. Thanks for doing the DS sequel. I am feeling grateful to every game creator doing this for us.

Also, I figured that this blog is following meee?! *gasps* Meeeeee?!! Really, you guys are too sweet. Eeeeeeeeeeekkk, what did I even do to deserve such a great honor??!! 😍😍❤️😭😭😭

Second thing: I figured that the captain of your game crew... Her username shewolf or something on Youtube... Could it be that we met before somewhere like WP or here on tumblr, because I remember someone with that username liking my posts or fanfics? Maybe I could be mistaken. Or what is tumblr username? Just curious to know if it's okay 🤔

Thank you for your kindness and support! With The Captain QueenSheWolf, as of now, she uses that name on Reddit, Discord, and AO3. She did like some PB fan fictions on AO3, and doesn't have a WP or a Tumblr (yet).

#ask #thedistantshoresproject

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sophiexteresa · 4 years

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Thomas Sanders Instagram Q&A Transcript

From @thatsthat24’s Instagram story, 25/8/2020. Questions in bold. Text added to the story in (parenthesis/brackets), and descriptive info in *italics*. I tried uploading the video(s) too, but Tumblr is having issues, so here’s the transcript only!

Thomas: I had some time this evening so I figured, hey, why not? Another lil’ Q an’ A, so if you want to ask a question *posh French voice* be my guest!

When approximately will the next sanders sides be out? Very good question! Uh, we are aiming this for a late September release, that’s what we’re all working towards.

Favourite musical you have been in or just favourite musical in general? This is really tough, I can’t decide. I’m between Rent where I was in the ensemble, Peter Pan where I played Slightly Soiled, which was just one of the lost boyos — boyos? Boys — and, uh, Into The Woods where I played Cinderella’s prince and that’s where Roman’s first costume came from.

Are you ever gonna due your hair purple again? I loved it! Yes! I miss the purple hair too.

Do you love me? *laughing* Yes of course! I do love me.

What would each of the sides’ reaction be to seeing the Grand Canyon? *speaking very quickly* Roman would be revelling that we made the journey, Patton would be marvelling at the memories being made, Logan would be telling you to look at these fascinating signs for important information, Virgil would be telling you to ‘get back from those cliffs!’, Janus would be telling you to take pictures to make it look like you’re next to the cliff, ‘for clout’, and Remus would be like *Remus voice* ‘you could push somebody and get away with it’.

Also when will we get more Picani, I miss him? You and me both, Bri, and honestly with the amount of amazing cartoons that have come out recently *sighs while smiling* yeah, I am a-hankering (?) to get back to Emile!

How have you been doing, like really? Mental health is important as you teach us: I feel like everybody’s kinda struggling with mental health right now, especially people in the USA with COVID. Uhm *clears throat* for me I continuously struggle with the balance between work and leisure time, um, social media makes that difficult, blurs the lines, and I’m working on it.

Do you have any tattoos? Umm, I don’t, uh, I struggle with the permanence of tattoos. And like do I, can I, make a decision that I like? But! There are tattoos that I might like. Where I’d put them, I have no idea, umm, but I think like, maybe like, little stars!

What rank of “Gay” are you? Big gay? What rank? *speechless pause* uh... General. You know? I wanna do my duty. Come back a hero. An all-American Queero *gets an idea* *roughly quoting Hamilton* Queer comes the General!

Can you please make Logan day something Patton would say? *Logan’s voice* Something Patton would say? Umm... please, I request more baked goods from the kitchen so that I can fill Thomas’s body with more trans-fats at 3 am. I don’t know, I don’t like this game.

Have you ever dated a girl? *awkward silence* I have. It was pretty uneventful.

Do you miss your friends? *laughs* Oh... *face crumples as if he’s about to cry*

What are you voice acting in or are you now allowed to say? Not until tomorrow.

When did you know you were gay? I think I answered this one on the last Q&A, but it was early. I was like, 9 or 10 at least.

When will we see Gavin? Gavin has started school! He’s back in his hometown, so I don’t know when I’m gonna see him. He’s still getting taller — I can actually include a picture of him that his mom sent me after he got a new little hairdo *insert photo of an awesome Gavin here*

Do you miss vine? For like, sentimental reasons, yes. Uh, I mean, technically it had its issues and I don’t miss being restricted to 6 seconds anymore *laughs*

What has been your favourite part of the day? My favourite part of today was actually... I came up with this last minute short video, and I got it done and I sent it to some friends and they really liked it. I have to save it until Thursday thought, but it’s just nice to come up with stuff that makes your friends laugh.

Janus acting like Remus? *Remus’ voice* Remus here! Looks like the Dukey just dropped in! *Remus’ laugh* *Takes a breath and snaps into Janus’ character* I spend a lot of time with him so I’ve had a lot of practise.

Why do I feel like we’re gonna have another angsty Virgil moment? When is Virgil not being angsty...?

Please can you say trans rights? Uh, heck yah trans rights! I, uh, this one was very simple but I wanted to say it!

Do you think Virgil would be into anime? Actually, if you remember from, uh, Accepting Anxiety, uh, part 2, there’s actually a Death Note poster in his room, so he definitely likes some anime.

Hi! Can you say hola to the Hispanic fanders in el vecindario fander? Please? We love you! Oh my gosh, *a very naturally american pronunciation* hola! that’s very kind of you guys. I appreciate all of the support you guys give, and I love all of you guys.

STORYTIME! I love you: *upbeat voice* Storytime! I love you back.

How gay are you? Like, 15 gay! I rank General!

How did you end up meeting and babysitting Gavin? Gavin is actually Leo’s nephew, so he would come up here, uh, during the holidays or during the summer, and alternate being baby-sat between me and Leo’s mom - his grandma.

What was the inspo for Janus’ outfit? Ooh, that’s a really good question, uh... Joan had a vision in their mind for almost kind of like this early 20th century or late 19th century kinda Jack the Ripper vibe.

Any advice for gaybies to fit in with society? Don’t apologise for being yourself. If people have an issue, that’s their issue that they have to work through. Do not apologise for being yourself.

What type of gay are you? (Math gay, plant gay, caffine gay, etc): Wait, there’s such thing as a math gay? I am absolutely that, and I feel like I’m just gonna be naming traits about myself but I’m a trivia gay, a driving gay, apparently a math gay, a Disney gay *laughs* and a theatre gay.

Not a question but I’m glad to be alive at the same time as someone as great as you: Dude, this stuff is really sweet. *laughs* That’s really sweet, umm, trust me, I feel the same way about all of you. Honestly.

Why don’t you own a doggo yet? I... went to Petsmart today - I didn’t get an animal, but like... I’m thinking about it and this question is like... hmmm...

I’ve run out of cartoons to watch, any recommendations? Owl house! Owl house, owl house. I just tried it, and I immediately got hooked. Infinity train’s also a really good one, duck tales is amazing, and I’m getting ready to start Tangled: the animated series, so *shrugs*.

What is Patton’s opinion on rats? *adorable Patton voice, slowly zooming in on his face* They are tiny little squishy precious babies!!!

How do I ask people for their pronouns? I don’t know, I mean, I don’t think it’s like a big deal? I hope we could get to the point where we could just be like ‘what are your pronouns?’ and then they would tell you, and then you’d just, you know, carry on the rest of your conversation.

A circle has no bounds and it’s the same with your beauty: This is really precious, and it of course came from Nash (?) who is a poet, he published a lot of wonderful, wonderful poems on twitter, they are are amazing, and you are once again far too sweet, Nash.

Dream role? This is a pretty broad question, so maybe dream theatrical role would be Sweeny Todd, dream movie role would be anything in the marvel universe, uh, really just give me anything in any voice acting role, *smiling mischievously* egg rolls are also really good.

Can Remus please say ‘I am the sand guardian, guardian of the sand’? *Remus voice* I am the sand guardian, guardian of the sand! (love that vine)

Are there still plans for the Roman series? *nods* Oh, yeah, yeah, it was definitely hindered by COVID, uh, as was this Sanders Asides episode that’s coming up, which is why it’s taking longer in the editing stage, it is our, uh... strategy, for circumventing the obstacle, and we hope you like it.

Are we still getting an August playlist? Uh, heck yah you are! But honestly, actually, if you guys have any suggestions I should include in the playlist, lemme know! I’d be happy to get some suggestions - but yes. You will be definitely getting one.

May I please see your feet? *confused, slightly disgusted expression* *begins to move the camera away from his face* *holds up a tape measure, extended to 1 foot long* *grins*

Any shows on Netflix to recommend? Umbrella Academy is really good, Dragon Prince, uh, She-Ra, of course, umm The Hollow (?) is really cool, there’s a documentary about video games called High Score, that was really fun.

Roman, who would you say the gayest side is? *Roman’s voice* Oh, we’re all equally gay, okay? *chuckles* it’s a sexuality, not a personality trait. *takes a breath and speaks quickly* I’m just kidding it’s *sings* meeeeee!

If you were not a YouTuber, what would you see yourself doing and why? Uh, maybe putting my chemical engineering degree to some use. *laughs awkwardly* Uh, I went to school for 5 years for that one.

Like you literally make me so flipping happy: I’m glad! I don’t know what I’m doing to do that, but the feeling is absolutely mutual.

Can we have Virgil saying “Falsehood”? *hair already over one eye, in Virgil’s voice* Uh, c’mon, okay, sure. *very quietly and unenthusiastically* falsehood. Is that good? Is that? I don’t know, I don’t wanna steal his bit.

Which Sanders Side do you feel you embody most? Ah, I would probably say it’s either Patton or Roman because Patton can be definitely me, all the time, just really enthusiastic about things and finding things cute, but Roman... Roman’s sensitivity, oh. That’s me.

What was the first job you had? I actually worked as a page in a library! A- pages basically just kinda like, shelve books, check books out; it’s one of the chillest jobs I’ve ever had, one of my favourites, and my dad always had a lovely dad joke for it: ‘you’re working as a page, when do you get promoted to a book?’

How tall are you? I usually say 5ft 10, but I think I’m trying to be a little more realistic with myself. And I’m probably 5ft 9 and a half. *zooms in on his face, staring into the camera* I’m holding onto that half a foot for all dear life.

DROP THE SKIN ROUTINE PLEASE! This is very sweet, uh, I, *laughs nervously*, uh, I use Curology? They’re very nice. Umm, just... different kinds of lotion, I guess. (I suppose I should write down what I do lol)

Can we get a FALSEHOOD? *is standing* *clears throat* *points upwards from his eyeline* FALSEHOOD!

Do you have a boyfriend if not are you planning on dating soon? I do not, uh, dating is kinda difficult right now midst COVID, you know, kinda tough... love... in the time of Corona... umm, but, you know, option’s open.

When was your first kiss? I’m sure I’ve answered this somewhere, it was in high school, I might have been 15 or 16. It was with a girl. *Shakes head* And all I can remember is hitting teeth. A lot.

Can we get a super super vague hint about the new Asides episode? Alright, I’m getting ready to end the Q&A, so this, you know, if you’ve made it so far you deserve this super vague answer, umm... it includes a side that was not in the last episode. (This isn’t much, I apologise lol)

Thomas: And that is it for this evening! Thank you so much, you guys, for watching. I know some of you are still over in Europe watching and it’s like 4 in the morning, and I need to go to bed so thank you all so much for your questions - I gotta do this more often ‘cause I really enjoy it. Love you guys, gals, and non-binary pals. Peace out!

#edit: if you want to see the video(s) then please feel free to ask and i’ll try to send it to you! thanks so much #WOAH #This took me literaly hours to write up #probably 5 or so hours #i've been at it all day #anyhow tags!#thomas sanders #sanders sides #tss #tssides #ts roman #ts patton #ts logan #ts janus #ts remus #ts virgil #ts #if there's any corrections i need to make please tell me since i'm too tired to re-read

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lover-of-many-things · 4 years

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I would follow you anywhere

(So I finally wrote a Supercorp fanfiction. Only took me four years. It’s short and cute and dumb and inspired by this tumblr post

Read it on ao3 here)

She was in jeans and a now ruined t-shirt under a flannel with black hair that was in a messy bun on top of her head, but what really struck Kara were her eyes. A beautiful green, but one slightly more blue than the other—she could spend hours trying to mix colors to match them perfectly. Kara swore she was in love—that easily.

A cute little college au inspired by a tumblr post

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Kara was stressed. She had five finals this week and had only studied for one of them so far. She knew she should have started studying over the weekend, but her friends roped her into a movie marathon. She already had a hard enough time denying her friends at any given time, but add on free snacks and movies and she was a goner.

So when she woke up on Monday, cuddling a half empty chip bag from the night before, she jolted out of bed. Checking the time—11:30—she hurriedly jumped into the shower. Luckily, Monday was her only free day this week, but she had wanted to be up early this morning to get one of the study rooms at the library. They always filled up incredibly quickly during finals and Kara had a hard time studying outside of the designated study rooms; even the gentle whispering was too loud for her to concentrate.

Half an hour later, Kara was dressed in a casual t-shirt and joggers, not wanting to wear jeans for the long steady session she was preparing for, with her hair up in a loose ponytail. She ran into the kitchen and quickly made a lunch that she could just eat in the library while she studied. She’d probably still be hungry, but the sandwich she made would be enough to tide her over until dinner.

She grabbed her books, bag, phone, and keys, and she hurried out of her apartment, texting her roommate, Nia, that she’d be gone all day studying and to not expect her back until late. The weather outside was beautiful, Kara noted. Spring was in full swing and she’d much rather be going on a run than to the library, but then she’d further have to face the consequences of her actions. She wanted to avoid that confrontation at all costs, especially if Alex and Eliza caught wind of it. The disappointment of her adoptive sister and mother was not something she ever liked to experience.

She crossed the street onto National City University campus and enjoyed the feel of the afternoon sun on her skin. She started in the direction of the library when a food truck caught her eye. Food trucks were pretty common on campus, especially around finals, but this particular food truck—Just Desserts— was a rarity. It was only ever on campus twice a semester at most and no one ever knew when it would show up, but it had the best desserts. It was Kara’s white whale.

She glanced down at the time on her phone, towards the library, and then back towards the food truck with a steadily growing line. Screw it. She already wasn’t going to get a private study room, so she may as well get as many desserts as possible to help as future rewards for studying. She hurried over to join the line and hoped they wouldn’t be out of everything by the time she was up to order.

Thankfully, since it was literally just desserts, the line moved pretty quickly, and Kara was happy to see that only one item had been crossed off the menu board so far. Finally, it was Kara’s turn to order. She only looked over the menu for a moment.

“Hi!” She smiled brightly, “could I just get one of everything that you have left?” The cashier didn’t even look up from the IPad, tapping in the order when she spoke.

“Finals, huh?” She told the chef the order over her shoulder before facing Kara again. “That’ll be $28.”

Kara laughed and nodded. “Yeah. I need something to incentivize me.” Kara handed over her card, paid, and stood off to the side. A few minutes later the cashier called her order out, and she quickly squeezed through the line of people to grab it.

“I’d eat the parfait first if I were you, it doesn’t last that long in the sun.” Kara took the plastic bag full of various desserts from her.

“Thanks!” She hurried away from the food truck, taking out the red berry parfait and started eating it. She really was hungry, and though it was light, the berries really hit the spot on a spring afternoon. Side mission completed, she walked towards the library with regained fervor, intermittently taking a bite of parfait as she walked.

It was as she was looking down to take one of her intermittent bites that another body collided with hers. The plastic cup her parfait was resting in cracked and shattered, the contents getting everywhere. “Fuck!” Kara only looked up at the sound of the curse and was met with the sight of the most beautiful woman she had ever seen, covered in red berry parfait.

Kara didn’t realize she had been absolutely still and staring until the woman grabbed both of her hands, still covered in parfait remnants along with the rest of her. If Kara thought the sight of her eyes was enough to get lost in, she was woefully unprepared for the voice that was about to speak up.

“I’ll never be sorry enough, but you look so beautiful....I have to go.” There was a soft, beautiful lilt to her voice, an accent of some kind, but Kara couldn’t pinpoint it in that brief moment. Before Kara could even comprehend what had happened to reply, the woman dropped her hands and ran off through campus, still covered in bits of parfait.

Kara blinked for a few moments, registering what had just happened. She looked down at her now ruined shirt, to the parfait on the ground, and to her hands still held out in front of her from where the stranger had grabbed them. Beautiful....she called me beautiful. Kara’s mouth opened and closed a few times as she processed this information. Part of her was still stuck on the fact that she no longer had a parfait.

Another student shouldered by her in a rush to enter the library, knocking her out of her stupor. “Right,” she mumbled to herself, “studying.” She grabbed a napkin from the bag of desserts she had and cleaned up as well as she could before heading into the library. As predicted, all of the private studying rooms were taken, so Kara just grabbed the nearest available table and spread her books across it. She was determined to get some work done, ready to put in place her tried and true incentive based studying method. She just didn’t take into account thoughts of green eyes and a lovely voice filling her head.

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She tried to study. She really did. She opened the books and her notes and she read them over, but nothing seemed to stick. The only thing she could think of was the stranger who ran into her and waxing poetic about her certainly wasn’t going to be the answer to anything on her journalism exam. It had been three hours and nothing; she’d already gone through half of her snacks and her sandwich. Lacking the motivation she slid her phone out to text Alex.

Kara

Help meeeeee :((

It only took a few minutes for her sister to respond.

Alex

Shouldn’t you be studying?

Kara huffed at the reply.

Kara

What if I was actually in some kind of danger?

Alex

Are you?

Kara

....no :(

Alex

Then shouldn’t you be studying?

Kara

I’m tryingg but studying’s hard :((( I didn’t get one of the private study rooms and then a pretty girl destroyed my parfait and I can’t stop thinking about her and how I’ll never see her again :((((

Alex

Ew, Kara. What kind of euphemism is that? You fucked in the library???? Do you know how many fluids there probably are floating around there?

Kara immediately flushed at her sister’s text, her mind involuntarily flashing with images. She quickly sent out a series of texts to deny her sister’s thoughts.

Kara

NO !!!!!!!!!!!!

I meant it literally !!!!!!

She ran into me and I dropped the parfait I was eating :((( but she was so pretty and called me beautiful and I think I’m in love

Alex

.............

This would literally only happen to you. I don’t know what to tell you.

Kara

Tell me I’ll see her again and then to start studying again.

Kara could practically feel Alex sigh on the other side of the conversation, but she thought that maybe the reinforcement from her big sister would help her concentrate.

Alex

Fine. You’ll see her again. She probably studies for finals too and so should you. Get back to studying.

Kara

You’re right. And also you’re the best :)))) Love you!!

Alex

Love you too. And I know I am ;)

Kara smiled and took a deep breath before putting her phone away. Talking to Alex always helped her clear her head and reorient herself, so she looked down at her books with renewed vigor. She studied with newfound concentration, losing track of time as she went from subject to subject; not even the usual gentle whispers surrounding her interfered.

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By the time she stretched and decided she deserved a break, she realized the library was a lot quieter. Most people had left for dinner and hadn’t returned, and those that remained were really in the groove, silently flipping through books. Kara decided a dinner break was a necessity, and loathe as she was to give up her spot, no one was close enough to look after her things. She quickly packed up and hurried down to the nearest dining hall. She grabbed some potstickers and chicken lo mein before heading back to the library.

She enjoyed the last fringes of the sunset during her walk back to the library and took a deep breath. She actually felt pretty prepared for three of her exams and would have more of the week to keep studying for the other two, so she was feeling pretty good. She pulled her arms up over her head in a stretch, eyes closing instinctively at the sensation, bag of food gently hitting against her forearm from where it hung from her hand, when she accidentally bumped into someone.

“I’m so sorry—“ The apology automatically coming out of her mouth before her eyes snap open to see— “you.” Kara was breathless. It was the stranger who had run into her earlier, shirt still stained with little drops of red from the berries.

“We have to stop meeting like this.” The stranger teased, humor lacing the sentence.

“I don’t think I mind it.” Kara smiled and she could swear the stranger blushed.

“Tell that to your parfait.” Kara laughed.

“My food made it out alright this time. I think the parfait was at fault.” The woman laughed and all Kara wanted to do was to make her laugh again.

“Maybe....sorry again though. I was studying and lost track of time; I was almost late to a final.” She looked remorseful, as if she had been beating herself up about mismanaged time all day.

“Seriously, no problem.”

“You sure? It looked like a really good parfait.” The woman fiddled with her hands nervously.

“It was, but it could never be better than you calling me beautiful.” Kara’s eyes widened at her sudden burst of confidence that surprised even her. The woman raised an eyebrow and her lip quirked upward in a smile.

“Is that so?” Kara rubbed her neck nervously at the scrutiny of the other woman and nodded. The woman hummed then held out her hand.

“I’m Lena.” Kara stared at the outstretched hand for a moment before taking it in the her own. She couldn’t help but notice that her hand was very soft now that it wasn’t covered with bits of yoghurt and berries.

“Kara.” Kara smiled and adjusted her glasses with her free hand, her bag of food jostling at the movement.

“Well, Kara, I still feel bad about earlier, and I’ve had a private study room booked all day if you wanted to join me to study?” Lena was basically offering Kara Eden with her private study room and, while her mind briefly switched to more...scandalous thoughts, she quickly shook those away and nodded enthusiastically.

“That would be amazing! You have no idea how hard it’s been studying today without one. I could barely concentrate.” Kara had no intention telling Lena that she was the reason that Kara couldn’t concentrate.

“Come on, then.” It isn’t until Lena was leading them inside that Kara realized they were still holding hands, but Kara already knew that Lena could walk her straight into oncoming traffic and she’d still follow. She was in deep already.

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Despite the hounding and teasing from Alex when Kara told her the next morning, they did actually only study. They also planned to study together the rest of the week...and they planned to go on a date that weekend.

Red berry parfait was now Kara’s second favorite food. After potstickers, of course.

#supercorp #supercorp fic #karlena #this is really just because i could not get that post out of my mind #kara danvers #lena luthor

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buttercupsfrocks · 4 years

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TKMaxx. I imagine we’ve all been there at least once. As someone without the privilege of being feted by the entire British high street, I’ve probably been there more than many. And, let’s face it, I do like a bargain – though I'm wise to the fact that some of their stock, while manufactured by the big names it claims to be, is simply a lesser quality diffusion line produced specifically for the likes of TKMaxx. Nonetheless it does have its moments. And this dress is indisputably one of them.

I have straight-sized friends who complain of finding the chaotic jumble sale ambience and endless racks of clothing overwhelming, however it doesn’t take long to suss out the plus size section, which often scarcely fills one rack. Mostly it’s a dispiriting collection of sad, generic basics produced by manufacturers who only supply discount stores. (I swear if I see one more sleeveless, washed out linen sack manufactured in Italy I will fall into a coma). But if a plus size manufacturer goes bust, (like Elvi), or hasn’t quite got their demographic sussed out or their fit issues sorted, (like Oasis or Yumi Curve), or is simply not that well established on these shores, (like Eloquii in this instance), there are diamonds to be found in the rough.

I haven’t been as jazzed by Eloquii as I was expecting to be. Apart from one gorgeous glazed cotton sundress I had to pass on a couple of years ago because my scar was far from healed at the time, all the stuff I’ve ever found in TKMaxx has been polyester. And this frock is no exception but OMG, Tumblr, it’s so completely and utterly me I was surprised it didn’t have a name tag sewn into it.

The fit is perfect; ditto the length. And the print is so bonkers it could almost pass for high fashion. Apparently this was the plus size It Frock in 2017 – like every US fatsion blogger had it up on their Insta feed – and I have no clue how it passed me by at the time. It came in a number of different prints including a bottle green one with a to-die-for cactus print, and I think it retailed for over $100. Which brings me to the best news of all...

£14.99.

£14.99! Now you know why I look as smug AF in every one of my photos.

I can’t wait till it’s spring so I can actually wear it out of the house.

If anyone spots the cactus one in a US size 20, message meeeeee!

#Fatshion #Plus size style #OOTD #Eloquii #Krazy print goodness

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jcmorrigan · 4 years

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Little Coincidences

The F/O? Giovanni Potage from Epithet Erased. The S/I? Rachel Scribere - mundie, writer of much fanfiction, independent contractor supervillainous minion who has also given up on adulting. (Most of those things apply to me IRL!) This is the one where I’m REALLY banking on no one who went to high school with me following me on Tumblr right now, because I get into some personal-ish stuff here that was very specific to my graduating class. I just...wanted my current f/o to show up a ghost from my past. And what are f/o’s for, if not that?

***

It started when Giovanni ran past me, pressed a marker into my hand, and yelled, “MARKER FIGHT!”

Yes, there is context. I wanted to simulate the exact sense of confusion for you that I felt when he did that.

To be clear, it was during down time in the “evil lair” that our sector of Blasters had taken over – a public library that had been defunded by the city but never torn down, so really, it was a bunch of empty bookshelves (where you could occasionally find an old and really weird book they’d missed on the clear-out) where no one would think to look for us because this entire building was basically a health hazard. We were only about ninety-five percent sure there wasn’t asbestos in the walls.

Also, if I’ve talked before about the mall incident, or the kiss before the skyline – this was before that. A lot before that. Back when I knew I liked Giovanni in the romantic sense, but he wasn’t exactly aware of that, nor did he really like me in that way. No, this was when I was a pining idiot and we were just friends.

At which point he shoved a marker into my hand.

“What the fuck?” I asked.

“MARKER FIGHT,” he repeated, as though that explained everything.

The worst part was that it actually did.

See, I hadn’t wanted to say it at that time, but it frightened me. I’d seen this done before, in one very specific place. How had he known? “Just to be clear,” I said deliberately, “this is that game where each of us wields a marker of a different color, we LARP it out, drawing on someone is a ‘wound,’ and we tally the winner by who has the most of their color on everyone else?”

“Good. I was worried I’d have to explain the whole thing to you. Now we can skip the tutorial phase and go right to the EVERY-BOY-FOR-HIMSELF RIVALRY!” He let out a raucous and malicious-sounding cackle for about thirty solid seconds before telling me, “You get a ten-second head start.”

I wasted no time bolting away from him, darting at random zigzags through the shelves to avoid any other Blasters who were playing. Then I heard the triumphant scream of “TIME IS UP, COMPOSER!”

At which point I almost ran into Ben.

“Oh, SWEET!” he cried, raising a red marker high. “Maybe this is how I finally get the nickname ‘Stabby’!”

I screamed as he put a red mark across my forehead. I then retaliated, drawing a line of cobalt-blue down his ear as though lopping it off.

“MY EAR!” Ben screeched. “SHE VAN-GOGHED ME!”

I used his cries to dart away around the shelves…right into the same area as Crusher.

“So,” he growled, raising his lime-green marker. “It’s come to this…ROMANTIC RIVAL.”

“Don’t try me right now,” I warned, showing him my deep-blue pseudo-dagger. “I’m armed and dangerous.”

“I think the only way to settle our mutual affections for the Boss is to duel to the death.”

“So you have chosen death, then.”

It was rather obvious why Crusher and I didn’t really get along most days. However, for a few minutes, we kind of forgot that we were supposed to hate each other. I managed to leave several long blue lines up Crusher’s arms, screaming “SUBMIT! SUBMIT!”, until suddenly I was pinned down, getting green scribbled down my entire face as Crusher roared, “SURRENDERRRRRR!”

From a row away, Ben groaning, “Come onnnnn, you know I have dibs on ‘Stabby’! Don’t ruin this for me!”

Suddenly, Crusher’s eyes widened; “I’VE BEEN HIT!” He rolled over onto his back, making exaggerated, dramatic death noises.

“COMPOSER!” Spike, the one who’d perpetrated the fatal silver blow, extended a hand to me. “TEMPORARY ALLIANCE!”

I let her help me up just in time for Flamethrower to skid into the area, striking several cheerleader-precision poses with flair as he brandished his fire-orange marker.

“AVENGE MEEEEEE!” Crusher yelled.

Flamethrower’s cheerleading practice was put to good use. Spike and I combined couldn’t stymie him; he danced circles around us, and our skin displayed orange marks of his prowess. Meanwhile, Crusher changed “death” positions five times, making louder groans each time to try and get attention.

“CRUSHERRRRR!” this from Darkstar, who’d just skidded onto the scene. “NOOOOOO! WHO DID THIS TO YOU?”

“THEY DID IT!” Flamethrower jabbed his marker at Spike and myself.

“HE DID IT!” we yelled, pointing back at him.

“FLAMETHROWER!” Darkstar accused. “HOW COULD YOU?”

“ME? BUT – “

“THIS MEANS WAAAAAAR!”

As Team Composer finally got the upper hand on Flamethrower, Darkstar paused to whisper to me, “I know one of you two got him, but I’ve been waiting for WEEKS to get Flamethrower back for eating my pudding out of the staff lounge.”

We didn’t argue.

Behind the shelf, Ben yelled, “Oh, where was this when you found ME stabbed?”

We all froze when the sound of a running motor alerted us to the impending horror.

“…Please tell me Boss decided to bring his Vespa into this to spice it up,” I said, voicing what we were all thinking. “Please, please, please tell me it was NOT hijacked by – “

Our worst fears were confirmed when Car Crash came driving Giovanni’s scooter around the corner at top speed, his marker taped to the handlebars; “BEEP BEEP, FUCKERS!”

All of our rivalries were gone. We screamed and ran as one herd of panicked cattle, trying to get as far away as possible from Car Crash on a stolen motorized vehicle. At some point, Ben ended up in our crowd. I didn’t bother asking.

As it turned out, we were all playing right into the hands of the enemy. We hurried to the circular area around the children’s info desk only to find the area quickly filling up with a thick mist. Mist that smelled…suspiciously delicious.

“NO!” I screeched. “MISSION ABORT! MISSION – “

It was too late. We were trapped in the Fog of Lost Souls.

“BOSS, NO!” Crusher dropped to his knees. “SPARE ME! PLEASE! I LOVE YOU!”

“I LOVE YOU MORE!” Spike screeched. “SPARE ME INSTEAD!”

I couldn’t even see either of them. Somehow, we’d all gotten horribly separated. The distinct sound of Car Crash running the Vespa into the info desk and groaning, “Aw, man!” resounded.

The maniacal laughter I’d heard earlier when gifted my weapon sounded again, but louder, and from on high – he was standing on top of one of the bookshelves. “YOU POOR, SIMPLE FOOLS! …WhoIloveverymuchandhateinsultingbutthisisaroleplay. YOU WALKED RIGHT INTO YOUR OWN DOOM! Alliances and loyalty mean nothing in this bloodthirsty war! NONE OF YOU SHALL BE SPARED! TELEPORTS RAPIDLY BEHIND EVERYONE!”

I’m half convinced he actually did teleport this time, because the screams sounded from everyone right in order of one another; somehow, Giovanni was able to locate each of us within his fog and strike out, drawing glitter-gold wounds on each of us in strategic locations. I could feel the cool ink swipe hard across the back of my neck.

I did the only thing one could do, which was to drop to my knees and scream in faux anguish. Then slump to the floor as if well and truly decapitated.

When the fog cleared, it turned out all of us had had the same idea, lying strewn about like a murder scene. Even the Vespa had been drawn on in metallic gold ink in the confusion and was lying toppled.

Atop the info desk, Giovanni laughed triumphantly, hoisting his marker to the ceiling. “YOU ARE DEALING WITH NO MERE MORTAL! THIS WAR WAS LOST THE MOMENT IT WAS BEGUN!”

“Would it be foul play to act like we were all just playing dead and then rush him at once?” I muttered.

To my surprise, it was Crusher of all people who answered back, “No, it wouldn’t.”

We all knew what we had to do.

“Hey – “ Giovanni nearly fell back off the desk. “Boys – no – YOU’RE ALL DEAD – “

I yelled “FAKEOUT!” at the same time that Spike yelled “MUTINY!” and Ben yelled “ZOMBIE APOCALYPSE!”

We charged, climbing up onto the desk. It was your standard library info desk – at least standard to all the ones I’d seen – meaning it was semicircular in design. Giovanni fell back onto the floor right in the middle of the circlular area. After a brief pause in which he assured us, “I’m fine; please continue,” we vaulted over the desk en masse and drew on every bit of exposed skin to the sounds of his tortured screams.

It was the most fun I’d had on the Blasters since becoming a Blaster-adjacent independent contractor villain. However, I still couldn’t shake how haunting it was that I had already known the rules of marker war. There was no way – I hadn’t gone to school with any of the Blasters, and my family hadn’t even started out in Sweet Jazz City. And I wasn’t sure at all how to address this.

***

The second incident was also in the library, a few days later. I was heading into the employee lounge (which had originally, when it was a functioning library, been…an employee lounge) with my phone so I could make a highly sensitive business call about appraising a hijacked load of game consoles, followed up by a dentist appointment I’d been putting off.

One minute, I was strolling into the lounge, strutting like any villain would, phone in hand. And the next, I was sitting on the floor, heart racing with adrenaline, someone’s scream ringing in the air.

It took me a moment to realize that scream was mine.

It was followed up by laughter – a slowly building wheeze into an outright chortle. “Composerrrrrr! I knew you’d freak, but not like THAT!”

I replayed the events in my mind. What had happened in that missing flash was that someone who’d been hiding behind the door frame had leapt at me and jumpscared me while I had been on my way into the lounge.

Not just any someone. No, one very specific fanged, pink-haired ball of energy.

“GIOVANNI…POTAGE,” I growled, slowly turning my head to regard him.

He had tears in his eyes now from laughing so hard. “You should’ve seen your face,” he squeaked. “It was the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen in my life!”

Well, I’d always wanted to hear that from him, but not in that context.

“I…am going…to kill you,” I growled.

With an “Eek!”, Giovanni realized he needed to run, and he did so.

I needed a weapon. The fridge was the first thing I saw. Throwing open the door, I saw a pack of pudding cups labeled “DARKSTAR’S (don’t touch, Flamethrower!!!”). And nothing else.

I did not feel sorry for Darkstar one bit.

Armed with chocolate pudding, I barreled through the rows of shelves, looking for my wayward boss. Oh, don’t get me wrong. I wasn’t entirely angry. I wasn’t that angry at all. But when your crush jumpscares you, that is just not something you let go without having some fun.

I happened upon him behind the first-floor stairway, where I backed him up against the underside of the stairs. “NOT THE FACE!” he screeched as he put up both arms.

And I lost resolve.

When a few seconds had passed and Giovanni found himself not pelted with pudding, he asked, “Hey, what gives?” as though legitimately frustrated with me. “You caught me! Now you gotta dish out what I gave to you! Geez, did you forget everything I told you about villainy and revenge?”

“This isn’t right,” I muttered. “Sorry for wasting your time. I’ll go now.”

I hadn’t meant it to sound that melodramatic. Anyway, I turned on a heel to return the pudding to its home.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!” Giovanni seized my wrist as I turned away, and I felt my heart flutter. “Composer, this isn’t like you! Where’s the vicious femme fatale I mentored into villainous perfection?”

I froze. “Actually doing anything about the jumpscare is more effective at scaring people off than the scare itself, believe it or not.”

“What the hell? What even is that crap? Just get me back already! Stop being weird!”

Maybe, just maybe, I’d gotten this all wrong.

So I started slowly and deliberately unwrapping the lid of the first pudding cup right there in front of him.

“Now RIGHT IN THE FACE!” Giovanni encouraged.

I gave him a quizzical look.

“Come onnn, Composer! I don’t have all day!”

So I slopped the pudding onto his face halfheartedly.

“Seriously?” he sighed. “You can do way better than that.”

“You’re right,” I realized. “I can.”

So I smacked the second one onto his nose, full stop.

“Now THAT’S what I call some DELICIOUS VENGEANCE!” Giovanni laughed. “But seriously. I have things to do. Important, evil things.”

“Okay. I still have to make those calls.”

“In the lounge?”

“Yeah.”

“…Could you do me a favor and get me a soda from the gas station across the street first? I’m thirsty and decaffeinated.”

I shrugged, rather confused but not about to be rude about it. “Sure. Be right back.”

“I’ll come pick it up from you in the lounge.”

It wasn’t until I was repeating my steps that I realized the ruse. “Oh, no fuckin’ way,” I muttered as I approached the lounge.

I shook the plastic soda up good and hard. Then chucked it into the lounge.

“HYEEEAH!” Giovanni yelled as he revealed himself to scare an inanimate bottle of soda. “…Wait.”

“REALLY?” I groaned, rolling my eyes.

“It was hilarious!” Giovanni argued. “You’re the best person to scare!”

“I do need to actually get some work done today, you know.”

“Fiiiiine,” Giovanni sighed. “I’ll leave you alone. Just – “ His eyes widened as he thought of something. “Hey, you don’t mind me hanging out in here while you make your calls, do you?”

Just me and the object of my affections hanging out alone in a room? What was he playing at?

“See,” he went on mischievously, “if you’re in here making a call like nothing’s wrong, and another Blaster sees you from the outside of the door…”

“They’re going to assume there is absolutely no one waiting to scare them behind it,” I realized. “You’re a fucking genius, Boss.”

“I know.”

“Deal.”

As I took my seat, bringing out my phone, Giovanni had retrieved the soda bottle. “I am pretty thirsty, though – “

“BOSS, DON’T – “

The minute he opened the cap, it exploded into a geyser that soaked him.

I couldn’t make my call for a solid fifteen minutes due to laughing too goddamn hard.

***

The camel’s back broke when we were alone together at the strategy table, going over some reconnaissance notes I’d brought back from a surveillance mission.

“So anyway, I think we have the best chance from one of these three windows,” I explained, cycling through flash cards I’d taped photos to. “We could test for alarms by chucking a good old-fashioned brick through the glass.”

“Or a bottle of soda that was shaken up,” Giovanni teased.

I laughed. And also flushed. I hated that he was so goddamn oblivious, sometimes.

“I mean, it’s practically your specialty!” he argued, leaning back in his chair and setting his ankles on the table, crossing them, one over the other.

The problem was that it was Casual Friday. Which was not an official Blaster protocol, but rather something that Giovanni himself had developed for this specific faction. He’d thought it would improve morale, and he was right. I myself had resorted to a pair of sweatpants and a band T-shirt that didn’t match. He was wearing a pair of battered jeans and a favorite gray sweater of his, edged in white faux fur. That much I had known.

I hadn’t seen his shoes yet.

And right before my eyes, one over the other, he crossed a pair of red Converse high-tops.

The strategy meeting was abandoned. I slammed my flash cards on the table, rising up and yelling, “WHO TOLD YOU?”

“OKAY, I ADMIT IT!” he screamed, looking like I’d gotten him with his hands in the cookie jar. “BEN RATTED HIM OUT BECAUSE BEN’S A SNITCH!”

“HOW. DID BEN. KNOW ABOUT HIM?”

“BECAUSE HE WAS IN THE LOUNGE THAT DAY AND SAW HIM TAKING IT!”

I flinched. “We’re not on the same page, are we?”

“You’re…not asking me about how Ben ratted on Flamethrower for taking Darkstar’s pudding, and I told Darkstar because I thought it would be funny to start shit?”

I wasn’t really sure where to take that. “…No.”

“Thennnnnn what are we talking abouuuuut?” His voice rose a little bit on every word to express his utter confusion.

I sighed heavily. “So you didn’t hear anything about my high school?”

“No.”

“Nothing. Not a thing.”

“Composer, I have no idea where this is going.”

I sat back down. “This is a complicated story. You don’t wanna – “

Instantly, Giovanni had repositioned, leaning across the table excitedly. “IS THIS WHERE I GET TO FINALLY HEAR ABOUT THE DARK AND TRAGIC PART OF YOUR BACKSTORY THAT DROVE YOU TO A LIFE OF CRIME?”

I found myself smiling. “I mean, my parents aren’t dead ghosts. I gotta have some raison d’etre, right?”

“Tell me. Tellmetellmetellme.”

I couldn’t look him in the eye. “So…when I was in high school, there was this…guy.”

“Ooh. This sounds promising.”

“And I really wanted…”

Oh, God. I couldn’t tell Giovanni that I was acting this way because of someone I’d had an obsessive crush on. Then he might make the connection that I had a similar one on him. (I had greatly overestimated how canny Giovanni could be about such things. This was back in the day when you could tell him upfront you loved him more than life itself and he wouldn’t get it.)

“…to be his friend.” And sadly, that was probably the heart of it, more than the romance aspect itself. “He was very loud and weird. But in a good way. Or so I thought, anyway. Not like I was alone, either. Everyone in my school wanted to be near him. EVERYONE. When he changed school districts our last year, there was literally a CROWD of girls around him at his locker begging him to tell them contact info. While I sat several feet away, pretending to read my book, hoping that he’d notice me for NOT being part of the crowd. What a load of bullshit. Then, of course, there are so many guys who claimed to be straight and hung around him just a little too closely…he was that pretty. He was REALLY pretty. And he was smart and he was charismatic and he was fun and…he just…he never wanted to interact with me. He’d throw me just enough of a bone to keep the flame alive, and then act like I wasn’t even real. Probably because I was super dumb and immature back then. Like, way super dumb. I would try to play along with his stunts and he’d blow me off. I finally became disillusioned when he…broke a rule, later on. It doesn’t matter. It was dumb. But I told myself he’d crossed a moral event horizon. I let myself believe it was that one incident for years. …It was never about that. It was about how I wanted to be close to him for years, and he wouldn’t let me in, and he wouldn’t completely shut me out, either. Though maybe that’s my fault for not just…walking up to him and asking him to be my friend. I’ve always been chickenshit.”

“So…what makes you think I know about him?”

Giovanni’s tone struck me as strangely sympathetic. I chanced looking into his eyes –

Oh, God. Wrong move. How had I never noticed they were that brilliantly pink before? I mean, I had known they were pink, but this was like having a rose-colored spotlight turned on me. And were those little gold flecks in the iris? Or was my crush-filter just seeing things?

But once I stopped seeing the trees, I got a good look at the forest. I couldn’t remember having seen Giovanni so pensive. So concerned, yet in a way that wasn’t over an injury sustained by a teammate or the impending arrival of the police. He was genuinely getting sad off this story.

“…Because the little quirks I fell for him for are just weirdly similar to the stuff you’ve been doing this week,” I admitted. “He and his posse did marker war all the time. I think his was red? I always wanted to play in the marker war. It looked like they were having so much fun, and I wanted to face off against him. And then the jumpscare. He did that to me, once. Almost exactly the same way you did. That’s where I learned the tactic of throwing an inanimate object through the door. He got me good, and I got mad, and then we never talked about it, if he thought it was funny or what. I thought maybe he thought I was ACTUALLY mad, and that scared him off.”

“So THAT’S why you didn’t exact your chocolatey revenge.”

“Bingo. I was just terrible at talking about my feelings, so I just insulted him a lot instead of being honest. It was probably all my fault. And the shoes. He had a pair like that. Exactly like that. I used to try and get his attention by…” I let out a long, deep sigh. “Telling him they looked like they were run over by a ketchup truck.”

“That’s not a bad one-liner.”

“‘KETCHUP TRUCK’ ISN’T A BAD ONE-LINER?” I shook my head. “Anyway. I dunno. I can never figure out if he was just an ass or if I was just…” I sighed. “These are just coincidences, aren’t they?”

“Yeah,” Giovanni confirmed. “They are. I thought I invented marker war. If you ever see this guy again, tell him I gotta sue him for the rights. And I wear these shoes ‘cause they’re devil-may-care and hot-rod red, keeping my aesthetic suitably edgy even when out of uniform. …They’re also comfy.”

“So I just told you all that for no reason. Like a dumbass. It isn’t even that great of a tragic backstory, is it?” I was laughing then, to try and cover up how absolutely sheepish I felt. “You didn’t need to know any of that, and nowwwww it’s all awkward.”

“Not awkward. Just…really confusing.”

“How so?”

Giovanni gave me a dramatic shrug; “Why didn’t he wanna hang out with you? You’re GREAT at marker war! You fit right in! And you’re honestly the most fun person I’ve ever scared! You think any of the boys freak out that hard? That was hilarious! You’d better watch your back now, because you’ve given me an incentive to try and do it SO much more.”

I wanted to make some kind of snappy retort about throwing soda bottles. However, it felt like I was receiving a catharsis long overdue. Maybe it didn’t matter who was wrong and who was right, back then. Because now, I had someone who did want to have fun with me.

Just as a friend, I thought. But maybe that was all that mattered, and the crush could be dealt with later.

“I was so much worse back then,” I tried to argue. “I was hyper.”

“So you mean you were even MORE fun?”

I almost wanted to cry.

“Whoa, hey, hey, hey!” Seeing the perturbation on my face, Giovanni rushed around the table, lightly putting his hands on my shoulders as he knelt beside my chair. “You’re plenty fun to hang with, Composer! Every day, I’m really glad I helped you get started in the villain biz and invited you into the lair! I mean…back when I was in high school and I tried to do stuff like that for fun, nobody really paid attention to me, either, and I would’ve KILLED for someone to actually think I was cool instead of just…some weirdo who wore capes to school and drew original supervillain characters for all my art projects.”

“You wore a cape?” I asked. “That is so cool!”

“Yeah, well, no one said that THEN.”

“But it was! Now I’m kinda wishing we could’ve gone in the same graduating class.” And also wishing that he would never take those hands off of me, ever.

“NOYOUDON’T,” he said hurriedly. “Because I was…ummmm…I was a juvenile delinquent, and you were obsessed with rules! Yeah! And I just…wasn’t the person you’d want me to be.”

I wouldn’t figure out until a later discussion what that meant, truly, and it had nothing to do with breaking or following rules. But that doesn’t have to be tread upon now. “Actually, you’re right. Better things happened the way they did.”

“So what else did that loser not do with you for fun?”

“He was the most popular kid in our entire school,” I muttered. “No one thought he was a loser except me.”

“Yeah, because you actually have a BRAIN in there! And I say he was a LOSER!”

I smiled at him. “I guess…I dunno, I always heard he was great at dancing. And I always wished we could dance. Probably just because of societal and cultural expectations. But I’m a shit dancer. Like, there was this whole movement dedicated to making fun of – where are you going?”

Giovanni beckoned for me to follow him; “Come on!”

“Wasn’t this originally a strategy meeting?”

“Don’t care! We’re breaking the rules, baby!”

I followed him back to the staff lounge, where I watched him struggle to push the table off to the side. He got it out of the way before I could offer my help, then flitted to the radio sitting on the counter by the sink. “Let’s see here…”

I could feel my face filling with heat. “Boss, I don’t think this is a great idea.”

“Shut up. It’s my idea, so it’s a great one.” He was cycling through the stations. “No, no, no, no, no, no – PERFECT!”

What he’d found was an anti-authoritarian anthem currently on the rock top 40. Not exactly what you’d think of as a dance number, but it had enough of a beat that I could work with it if pressed.

Which he would have to do a lot of if he wanted to see me make an idiot out of myself like that.

“Come on!” he encouraged. “Show me some moves!”

“I’ll look stupid!” I hissed.

“SO? You don’t see that stopping me from doing literally anything!”

“…Did you even hear how that sounded coming out of your mouth? Also, this isn’t a dance song!”

“Um, it’s a song, so you can dance to it.” He gave a long, drawn-out sigh. “Are you really gonna make me start this?”

“Oh, no, you don’t n – “

“Cut in whenever.”

I wasn’t sure how him starting to dance was supposed to encourage me at all. Because I’ll be honest: he was probably only an average dancer. But I was below average, and looking at him through the crush-filter. He looked like the most graceful living being I’d ever beheld with my two eyes, spinning and rocking in time with the heavy guitar.

I was not going to look good next to that.

Of course, this was not any ordinary man I was dealing with. It was Giovanni Potage. Meaning he had a contingency plan. Without any warning whatsoever, he seized my hand and pulled me into a spin with him, and then, well, I was already in motion, so I had to keep going.

By the third song, it didn’t even feel awkward anymore. I just felt alive. I know I looked like an absolute dork, but I had stopped caring, throwing out arms and leaping about to the hard tempo of every dark anthem. The fourth song was a personal fave of mine – with an incredibly complex guitar riff that just begged a person to go double-time. As I attempted to execute a series of spins to match, I simply lost balance and fell over, hitting the table on my way down.

Stupid. Idiot. Why was I doing this? I’d just made an ass of myself in front of –

Without even really pausing, Giovanni dipped before me, offering his hand. I took it on instinct, then rose, letting him reel me right back in, so glad he’d just hit resume where I’d slammed into pause mode.

At last, I collapsed into the pushed-aside chair, panting heavily. “No more,” I heaved. “I need…to catch…my breath.”

He hopped up to sit on the tabletop beside me. “Now THAT was some fun,” he remarked. “We gotta do that more often.”

This was the same pitfall I’d dropped into so many times back in the day, with the ghost of my past. Making up excuses to get near him. Taking casual opportunities to interact with him without making my real intentions clear. Maybe this whole time, I was afraid that would drive him away.

Maybe this whole time, I’d been thinking of him as a jerkass without actually acknowledging how hard he really blew me off for three fucking years. So what if I wanted to get closer to Giovanni? We were friends. And I liked him. Maybe that would go somewhere. Maybe it wouldn’t. And most importantly, he wanted to dance with me.

“Yeah,” I agreed. “We should.”

#selfship #i'm at soup!#and if it turns out any of my classmates IS reading this #i'll eat my personal fan

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goodnightkisseu · 5 years

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Kang Daniel - Nowhere

Requested By: @playfuldisaster (“ I wanna request an angsty but also quite fluffy fic in which one of the characters there had one-sided love to the other person. You decide if it's danik or y/n who will have the 1-sided crush... ”)

Genre: Angst with some Fluff

Note: So I’ve been mulling over this particular idea for a while and I just couldn’t figure out the type of story that I wanted to tell. The idea hit me during my Christmas break from work and I was able to come up with this! Seongwu does get a brief mention, but the story is very much about Daniel. I hope that everyone can enjoy this one. I worked hard to try and elicit certain emotions this time. As always, please feel free to let me know what you think!

Enjoy~

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- goodnightkisseu’s admin / ashley <3

Being in love with someone was an incredible feeling. The absolute joy that overcomes you when you see him. When he smiles, you unknowingly smile too, his happiness contagious. When he has a hard time, your heart hurts for him. You want to be strong for him, give him advice and be a shoulder he can cry on if he needs it. When he finds his passion, your heart swells with pride, ready to support him in any way he needs. When he hugs you, holds you close, your heart flutters at the warmth and contact, never wanting to let him go. You wished that love could last an eternity.

But, there was a small issue. Even though you were in love, and even though your eyes couldn’t see anyone else… he didn’t love you back. You were nothing more than his friend.

This was the most painful thing about being near Kang Daniel. You had been friends since you met in your Intro to Figure Drawing course a year ago. You recalled him showing up on the first day of class and all the girls instantly whispering to each other as he caught their eye. What you remembered the most about him wasn’t his looks, but that he showed up with no supplies, having only registered for the class about half an hour before it started. At first, you found this ridiculous. You would never have the gall to show up to an art course that underprepared. Yet, even though you felt that way, when he sat down next to you with that sheepish look on his features, you still offered to share your supplies with him, much to the bitterness of the surrounding girls.

And the moment that Daniel became a part of your life, it was as if you had found something that had been missing. Your daily stress didn’t hold a candle to his happy demeanor. One small smile, one dumb joke and your day instantly got better. Your life became more exciting by listening to the ridiculous things that Daniel and his friends got into. He made you more sociable by bringing you along when he went to hang out with the guys. You felt confronted whenever he would offer to walk you home after one of your late night art classes. Everything was just better with Daniel around. He improved your quality of life, and it didn’t take you long to realize that you wanted more. You wanted to be more to him than just his friend. You wanted his hugs, his gestures to mean more.

You had no one to blame but yourself though. You were too much of a coward to act on your own feelings. You cherished Daniel, and you feared losing him if he knew you harbored feelings for him. You were scared of rejection, scared that the happiest thing that had ever entered your life, would as soon as you said those words. So you couldn’t risk it. You couldn’t risk telling him how you felt. You had to hold on to that sliver of happiness he brought you. You went on pretending you didn’t dream of him as your boyfriend. That you never thought of his strong arms holding you close as he gingerly kissed your neck. You pretended that you didn’t think of his kissable lips leaving a peck on your own each time you got shy. No, you pretended that those thoughts had never crossed your mind. At least, as much as you could.

“Yo, what are you thinking about?” Daniel whispered into your ear. You were jostled from your thoughts and almost fell out of your chair, only making the male beside you giggle uncontrollably. You pouted and with a grin he took a next to you, pulling out his materials for the day. Yes, he finally remembered to bring them. It only took him a whole course and a half to figure it out, but it was endearing. Or maybe, to you, everything Daniel did was endearing. Ah, this was trouble.

“N-nothing, just daydreaming,” you replied, trying to play off that you had been thinking of Daniel kissing you again. Instead, you reached into your bag, pulling out your own supplies and getting ready for your painting course.

Yet, it seemed like your answer wasn't enough for Daniel. If anything, it seemed to pique his interest, and he continued to ask questions. "Oh? What were you daydreaming about?" he asked. He watched as you fumbled with your words, and an idea seemed to strike him. It had to be that. Ah, he was such an idiot. "Oh! Were you daydreaming about the new EXO video? I got a notification they released it! I overslept this morning and had to rush here, so I haven't seen it yet. I was planning to watch it after class. But let me guess, you were daydreaming about your future husband," he teased, raising his brows at you playfully.

“I-I was not! It was something else entirely!” you blurted, trying to defend yourself. You and Daniel had, at one point, bonded over EXO, so it didn’t surprise you when he thought he was onto something. Maybe you should have just let him believe he had caught you. At least it would have stopped his line of questioning. Instead, he kept going.

“Oh, come on, I’m practically your best friend. Tell me, tell me which one is your type?” he pleaded, scooting himself closer to you. He was fully invested now. In all the time that the two of you had talked about your favorite groups, not once did you talk about who your favorite was, and Daniel was dying to know.

“Kang Daniel, we are not having this conversation,” you retorted, feeling your cheeks heat up as some of your classmates had taken an interest in the conversation that the two of you were having. You felt Daniel gently grasp your hand, and you had to stop yourself from freezing up at the gesture. He was just trying to get your attention.

“Tell meeeeee,” he whined. “I want to know what your type is so I can find you someone that would be a good fit for you. I can’t do that if you don’t tell me who you like,” he reasoned, a pout forming on his own lips.

‘You’ was the first thought which crossed your mind, but you didn’t utter the simple word into the world. It would have made things awkward. Plus, you also knew there was a girl that Daniel was interested in, one he had been trying to woo, who was in your next class. Saying that would mean instant rejection and just trouble, so much trouble. “There are things about me you aren’t privy to yet, Daniel. Build up your friendship points and maybe I’ll tell you when you have enough,” you joked.

You could see it in his eyes, see that he was about to guilt-trip you into telling him everything, by saying something like he was already an amazing friend. Yet before he could, your professor arrived and class started immediately. Crisis averted… for now.

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It had been a while since you had that conversation with Daniel. He stopped pestering you about it almost immediately because the next day he finally got the courage to ask Soojin out on a date. Things had started out slow. Daniel asked you for a lot of advice, which you thought was adorable, considering he always seemed like he had it together when it came to the opposite sex. But apparently, some things in the entire dating sphere were new to him. As things progressed with Soojin, he spent less and less time with you, and his other friends. Seongwu, being his roommate, was the only one that ever saw him anymore and he told you all that Daniel seemed really happy.

You were glad, just a little hurt. Now that Daniel was in an official relationship, it meant that you no longer stood a chance. You knew it would end up like this, but it still hurt. You thought you would have to wallow in this pain, but Daniel’s friends sought to fix that. The guys pulled you into their friend group, saying you all could have a great time without Daniel and you appreciated it. Being with the guys… it helped to fill the void that Daniel left. It wasn’t the same of course, but it was close, and you were feeling better the more time you spent with them.

Given that Seongwu’s reports had been about how happy Daniel was, it was no doubt a surprise when he showed up at your doorstep one evening. He had been knocking non-stop for about five minutes and when you opened the door to see him leaning against the doorframe, rather zoned out, you knew Daniel had more than enough drinks.

“D-daniel? What are you doing here?” you asked. You saw him wince, your voice hitting a volume and a frequency that his intoxicated brain couldn’t handle at the moment. You quickly apologized before bringing him inside, his weight shifting from your doorframe to you. It was a bit awkward walking with him leaning against you for support, with his height making the whole thing more of an ordeal than it should have been. Once you got him settled on the couch, you ran into your kitchen, pouring him a cup of water before you were at his side again. You gingerly placed it on the table in front of him, not expecting your inebriated friend to hold the cup for long before you settled on the couch next to him, hands in your lap. “So, want to tell me what’s wrong? Why are you so drunk that you can’t even walk straight?”

Daniel, who had been resting his head in his hands, trying to take in his surroundings to figure out where he was, finally looked up at you. Daniel was always such a happy person, so you never expected to see this look on his features. Pain. It was true pain and sadness. Your heart broke. “Soojin… she broke up with me,” he told you, his words slow as he tried to keep himself from getting too emotional over it.

Your eyes widened at Daniel’s confession. No, it couldn’t be. That couldn’t have – “But, Seongwu said you were so happy…”

Daniel's lips curled into a bitter smile, a dry chuckle leaving his lips. "I was happy, very happy. But, I guess Soojin wasn't. I went to pick her up for our date tonight. She took one look at me and told me that she was done with me. She had already found someone else, and he would be there in ten minutes so she needed me to leave. Apparently, he's some new accountant at one of the nearby firms…" he explained. You could hear it in his voice. You could hear he was trying not to break down, to still remain strong. But this had obviously been weighing heavily on him. If he had gotten as drunk as you had suspected, he was definitely in pain.

And honestly, you were upset. Upset that Daniel had gotten hurt. If you weren't in your right mind, you probably would have marched over to Soojin and yelled at her for how terribly she treated him. You never wanted to see Daniel this beaten down. His happiness always made you happy, so to see that gone… it angered you. Yet, you remained level-headed. This was not the situation to be running off and causing a scene. Daniel came here for a reason.

"So you came here?" you asked softly.

Daniel gave you a small nod. "At first I thought drinks would solve my problems. I thought that if I just got wasted, I would forget all of it. But the more I drank, the worse my heart felt. I wasn't forgetting anything. I just got worse. And then… I thought of you. You were always there for me. You were the one that always fixed me… and I thought… maybe tonight, you could put me back together again…"

As the words left his lips, Daniel’s eyes locked with yours. You searched them, looking for what he wanted you to do to make him feel better. You could see that immense pain that filled those chocolate orbs you often got lost in. Those eyes you would sometimes find looking at you and your work when Daniel was trying to figure out why his painting didn’t quite look right. Those beautiful eyes that would make contact with you from across the table whenever you were out at a bar with him. You looked into those gorgeous eyes and before you knew it, Daniel’s lips were on yours knocking the air right out of you as he kissed you. You were completely taken by surprise and found him leaning over you, his lips never leaving yours. That night, you slept with Daniel. It was the one thing you never thought you would do. It was the one thing that would likely break your friendship but you couldn’t stop yourself.

You had yearned for him for months, wanted to feel his lips and body against yours and now it was happening. And though you knew it may end horribly, you gave in to your desires. It was fulfilling the things that happened that night. Daniel made you feel something you had never felt with anyone else. The two of you fell asleep in each other’s arms after your act, the pair of you sleeping soundly that night…

When you woke up to a very sober Daniel the next morning, the two of you weren’t sure what to do with yourselves. You were the first to ask Daniel if he thought it was a mistake. He told you it wasn’t. It was something that felt right at the moment, and you agreed. It had felt right. Nothing about it was wrong. Yet, something about the whole situation had made things awkward for you and Daniel. You didn’t know what it was, but things that had been simple before in your friendship were just… odd. Whenever you gave Daniel a hug, you’d feel him stiffen up, no longer giving you those bear hugs he had been prone to before. Whenever you’d look at him, you could see him looking way. Though his actions were small, and you weren’t even sure if he was aware he was doing it, they hurt you. Daniel had told you that everything was fine, but obviously, they weren’t.

Over time, he started to avoid you, and you too distanced yourself from him. You had tried to message him a couple of times to meet up, but he told you he was busy. After a handful of attempts, you stopped. Daniel went back to spending time with his friends, and though it was hard for you, you eventually made a group of friends of your own. Whenever you’d see the guys, you would greet them from afar, but never went to mingle with them. If Daniel was in their presence, you would just avoid them overall. You hated it. Sometimes you just wanted to chat with them. But seeing Daniel made your heart hurt so much. You’d think back to how close the two of you were to how he iced you out and you just-… it was painful.

You would have gone the rest of your college career avoiding Daniel if it weren’t for one person, Seongwu. He was the first to reach out to you once he noticed how your relationship with Daniel had changed. It wasn’t like it was a secret; it was pretty obvious to all the boys that something had happened between the two of you, though what it was, no one knew. He had apologized to you on Daniel’s behalf, saying he didn’t know what the younger male was thinking by icing you out like this. You told him it wasn’t a big deal, that it hurt you, but he must have had his reasons. Seongwu didn’t try to argue and left it at that… initially.

Over time, he started to contact you more. At first, Seongwu only messaged you to see how you were doing. These conversations eventually started to change. No longer were you just asking about your days. Instead, you told Seongwu more about yourself. The more you talked, the more you disclosed to him about things that were happening in your life. Seongwu became an amazing sounding board for you, always trying to give you advice when he knew you were looking for it. You would often help him through his problems as well. Your conversations became deeper, more meaningful, and soon you realized, it was hard to go a day without talking to Seongwu.

And that was when you knew. There was more to this than just friendship. You felt something for the dark-haired male, something you had only felt for a couple of people in the past. And, truth be told, you were worried at first. Knowing how you felt about Daniel, and how that relationship ultimately turned out, it concerned you that the same thing would happen with Seongwu. Yet, somehow, very clumsily, you asked him if he was looking for something more. At first, he tried to avoid the topic but eventually confessed that it was indeed true, that he had feelings for you. He had for a while now. It was the reason he had originally invited you to hang out with the guys. He wanted to ask you out, but he knew you liked Daniel, even if he was taken. Seongwu had reached out to you now as a way to try to reconnect. He wasn’t thinking it would actually turn into anything, but here the two of you were, at a coffee shop, talking about your feelings for each other.

The thing was, Seongwu was hesitant to act on his feelings even now. Though both of you felt the same way, he worried about starting a relationship with how things ended with Daniel. So instead, he suggested that you and Daniel try to work out the weirdness. Initially, you had been opposed to the idea, and it seemed like Daniel was too. Getting the same feedback from the both of you, Seongwu didn’t push it any further at first. Yet, even if he said nothing, if he didn’t ask for anything else, you could see, over the next couple of days, he was struggling. He had to schedule his time with Daniel, and his time with you, just so that the two of you wouldn‘t meet up, wouldn‘t have to be in the same room as each other.

You could see how hard he was trying, the effort that Seongwu was putting in, and you felt terrible. He liked you a lot, but Daniel was also one of his closest friends. He didn’t want to have to choose between the two of you and you would not make him choose either. So, instead of letting Seongwu spend every waking moment of his life trying to plan out his free time with you and with Daniel, you took the first step and contacted Daniel. The message didn’t say much. All you sent to him was, ‘we need to talk this out for Seongwu’s sake.’ Within minutes, you got a reply from Daniel, letting you know he would be free around lunch tomorrow.

Waiting for Daniel in that familiar restaurant made you uneasy. You could feel the anxiousness building up in your core, as on two occasions, within the span of a few minutes, you almost got up and left. But you stay and waited, because you knew this was important, and to your luck, you didn't have to wait long. Daniel showed up on time, a few minutes early even. The two of you greeted each other, and after that, very unsurprisingly, an awkwardness filled the air. It was that same awkwardness that had consumed the two of you over the last few months. It just wasn't as noticeable when the two of you were far apart. Now the air was so thick, someone probably could have cut it with a butter knife.

Seeing Daniel again caused a weird rush of emotions to overcome you. You still felt nervous, but you could also feel that pain creeping up from the depths of your heart, gripping at it tightly. You also felt a longing for him though those feelings were unlike the ones you had for Seongwu. Everything about being around Daniel confused you, and rather than prolonging that weird feeling, you decided that it was time to move on. That it was time for the both of you to have the lives you deserved.

"Daniel, I know this is awkward, but we really should clear it up," you breathed. Under any other circumstance, you would have been too apprehensive to speak. Yet today you made the first move. Maybe it was because you finally found someone that was worth that effort.

As soon as you spoke, Daniel seemed visibly to relax. You knew him well enough to know he was anxious about this meeting. His body language, how stiff his movements were, and how unsure his voice was, they were all telltale signs. He wanted you to make the first move, and now it seemed like he could speak again. "You’re right. We need to move on," he replied, and you were glad he was willing to handle this like adults.

“So that night, and what happened after…”

“It was my fault,” Daniel admitted, a heavy sigh leaving his lips. He had always wanted to come clean with you, but he was just too scared to. Now he was finally getting the chance to, and he felt… relief. “Look, I was honest with you after it happened. I don’t think what we did was wrong. I thought it was what we both needed at the moment. Thing was, I didn’t know where that would put our friendship. I thought being around you in an ambiguous relationship was a bad idea. I didn’t want you to think we would be friends with benefits, but I wasn’t ready to commit to another relationship yet.”

“So I ran away,” he confessed, the relief instantly replaced by guilt. “I thought creating distance would fix us, but I know that I hurt you. I could see how you looked at me afterward, and I know I made the wrong choice…”

“We could have talked it out Daniel,” you told him. “I liked you. And it is true. I probably would have thought you wanted to be a couple immediately. But if we talked through it, I would have understood…”

That sad and bitter smile appeared on Daniel’s features again. “I was too much of a coward, and I honestly don’t deserve someone like you…”

“Maybe not as a girlfriend,” you teased, getting him to chuckle for the first time since he got there. “But I’d love to be your friend again. I miss hanging out with you, doing stupid things together…”

“I missed you too. It’s been hard not having you to confide in. The guys aren’t as receptive to that type of thing. Plus, who else will go to fan-events and concerts with me,” he joked, and you couldn’t help but laugh at his reply. “So we’re good?”

You nodded. “We’re on the way to being good, again,” you corrected him, and he couldn’t help but smile. It was that smile you had missed that radiant smile that warmed your heart.

“And Seongwu-hyung… you’re happy with him? I know he really likes you. He won’t stop talking about you,” Daniel said through another chuckle.

“I am. He makes me really, really happy,” you confessed, Daniel’s smile growing to the point where his eyes turned into little crescent moons.

Gently, Daniel grabbed both of your hands in his, giving them a light squeeze. “I mean this. I’m so glad you found someone that makes you happy…” he replied earnestly. He was glad you had found that person that made you happy that person that could care for you. It was all he had ever wanted for you. He wasn’t that person, but in that restaurant where the two of you used to go to vent about your problems, you knew it was okay. Because you were rebuilding your friendship with each other, and that bond meant so much more to you both…

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sergeant-angels-trashcan · 5 years

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Captikate:

Who’s the first to wake up in the morning: absolutely no question Steve. Kate may be UP at 5 AM but that just means she didn’t go to bed

Who’s the one to make breakfast: look, I don’t think either one of them cook very well, so it’s usually a matter of “who is going out to get breakfast” and that’s Steve. Kate is in charge of coffee. He cannot make it. He is not allowed near the coffee. He doesn’t understand how to make it. Also, Kate can make really good scrambled eggs and Steve can manage the toaster, so there’s that.

Who’s the one to serve the other breakfast in bed: the bed isn’t for EATING, that’s what the couch is for

Who would suggest a quickie in the morning before work: asdfgdksljd both of them. If you were to ask them Steve would say Kate and Kate would say Kate but it’s actually pretty evenly distributed. Kate is more likely to initiate sex that is satisfactory to all parties and Steve is more likely to just go down on Kate before work and he always looks really smug about it

Who suggests they both ditch work to lay around all day: you know what, it’s Steve. Kate takes her job Seriously and Steve is all “I’m a hundred years old, Kate, oh my back” or whatever. Steve has been known to ditch his Avenger stuff and hang out while Kate is PI-ing or doing stuff with her team. He never interferes or anything, he’s just sort of…there

Who chooses the movies: Usually Kate–they have a whole list of Movies Steve Needs to See they’re working through, and a huge list of TV shows to binge, but every now and then, Steve will hear of something or someone will tell him about a movie and they’ll watch that.

Who initiates kissing during the moving, thus distracting the other from the movie all together: look, i hate to say it but also Steve? For the most part. Because Kate would Never Distract him from Cinematic Excellence provided it is truly excellent but if they’re watching a shitty movie or a boring TV show Kate will just crawl on his lap and Steve is really easily distracted. Kate takes the initiative; Steve will do the whole arm-stretch thing

Who orders lunch: Kate, when she remembers. Usually it’s one of their friends or teammates who is like “please go eat some fucking lunch.”

Who steals food from the other’s plate without asking: oh absolutely Kate. Steve needs a shitton of calories because of the supersoldier stuff but he would NEVER steal Kate’s food. Kate’s justification is that Steve always has so much food???? They COULD just order another side of fries but food is always so much better when it’s been taken from someone else’s plate. Sometimes Steve catches her which means the food stays Steve’s but quite often he doesn’t realize she’s stolen his food until she’s eating it. It’s very impressive.

Who curls up next to the other and falls asleep due to a full tummy: Oh, both. Steve pretends he’s not tired and he’ll sketch or something but eventually he winds up conked out with a sketchpad on one knee, his head tipped back on the back of the couch, and Kate curled up next to him, using his thigh as a pillow.

Who distracts the other from trying to work at home: Steve, oh my god he’s such a baby. To be fair, he usually ends up helping Kate with PI stuff but first he gives her these big puppydog eyes and suggests taking walks and visiting food trucks or walking shelter dogs or anything

Who asks to go get ice cream like a five year old: Kate

Who takes pictures of their partner eating ice cream: Kate. She’s got, like, a whole instagram to use that Billy goes apeshit over and Steve only likes social media when it’s twitter

Who makes a sexual joke about the dripping ice cream on their partner’s face: Kate, only Steve usually takes it as a challenge which is how they almost got arrested that one time

Who cooks dinner: neither of them cooks

Who cleans up the kitchen afterwards: Kate? Steve just puts dishes in the sink. Kate will fill the dishwasher and Steve will empty it.

Who stays up until 2 reading: Steve. Kate stays up doing other things but Steve probably has reading glasses and a stack of nonfiction that’s super dry and a stack of YA books that Kate’s team keeps adding to

Who stares at their partner while their sleeping: Steve. Kate isn’t a peaceful sleeper by any means and she takes up so much room considering that she’s, like, two feet shorter than he is, but watching her sleep is calming, and it reminds Steve of where and when he is

Who kisses their partner while they sleep: Kate. Usually it’s like kissing the shoulder or the back of Steve’s neck (how is there not a question about big/little spoon here, Kate is the big spoon SO MUCH). It’s also pretty rare that Steve is asleep while Kate is not, so usually this happens after Steve had a mission or got hurt or is having a rough time and Kate just needs reassurance that he’s there.

So for Stuckate I’m doing post-Thanos Riptide Stuckate where they’re retired and going back to college because Reasons. Also tumblr was a little bitch and ate this the first time, so let’s try again.

Who’s the first to wake up in the morning: Steve. Steve always. Bucky likes sleeping in, and when Steve gets up, Bucky curls around Kate

Who’s the one to make breakfast: Bucky. Because Bucky is the only one who took time to learn how to fucking cook, oh my god Kate how did you set the toast on fire

Who’s the one to serve the other breakfast in bed: Bucky WOULD but breakfast in bed usually ends in disaster

Who would suggest a quickie in the morning before work: oh, probably Kate, only they’re never actually quick, you know? Bucky likes to take his time so it falls to Steve to be responsible and tell them they don’t have time. Which. Never happens, so they just wind up late

Who suggests they both ditch work to lay around all day: none of them, they all like going to class, but if it’s Actual Work then suddenly none of their phones work and Nick Fury has to personally come and drag their asses out. Also, laying around all day usually involves a Spa Day and/or Bucky and Kate doing Nothing while Steve sketches

Who chooses the movies: Bucky! Bucky gets to choose whatever the fuck he wants. When he doesn’t feel like picking it’s Kate. If none of them have the mental capacity to pick they text David and Sam

Who initiates kissing during the moving, thus distracting the other from the movie all together: Kate and Bucky in equal measures. Usually they both sandwich Steve between them and pass him back and forth

Who orders lunch: If we’re talking about wrangling people to make sure they eat, it’s Steve, who generally remembers that they need to eat. If it’s a matter of bringing food to people who are busy, that’s Kate. Sometimes Steve loses track of time in the studio. Kate is also the one shoving ungodly amounts of granola bars and high protein snacks in the boys’ bags. Bucky is the one who finds all of the nice diners and the cool cafes and stuff.

Who steals food from the other’s plate without asking: All of them do. Bucky’s just the only one who never gets caught in the act.

Who curls up next to the other and falls asleep due to a full tummy: it’s a secret, don’t tell anyone, but it’s Bucky. Someone starts petting his hair and he’s out, man.

Who distracts the other from trying to work at home: it’s not like they have steady jobs but Steve gets really into art again, so he usually paints and sketches a lot at home. Sometimes Kate and Bucky try to distract him, usually by stripping or making out with one another and it only works about half the time because Steve will absolutely draw Kate and Bucky in intimate positions. YEAH I SAID IT

Who asks to go get ice cream like a five year old: Steve always wants a Snack Break, and Bucky knows where all the small mom-and-pop ice cream places are

Who takes pictures of their partner eating ice cream: Kate and Steve. Bucky doesn’t get instagram, and Steve needs photo references

Who makes a sexual joke about the dripping ice cream on their partner’s face: Kate, because she’s Super Mature (she’s also the one licking the dripping ice cream off of Steve or Bucky’s face THIS IS WHY THEY AREN’T ALLOWED OUT IN PUBLIC)

Who cooks dinner: Bucky loves cooking. Taking charge of what he’s putting in his body is a healing/coping thing from being the Winter Soldier. He also loves doing something that’s creative rather than destructive, that also is a way for him to take care of people he loves

Who cleans up the kitchen afterwards: Steve and Kate “clean” the kitchen which often means getting into water fights and arguing about the best way to load a dishwasher

Who stays up until 2 reading: Bucky or Steve

Who stares at their partner while their sleeping: Bucky watches Steve and Kate a lot. Watching them sleep is really calming to him

Who kisses their partner while they sleep: Steve just can’t believe how lucky he is and sometimes he just has to kiss them to remind himself that this is real

#poemygod #stuckate #captikate #ask meme answers #kate bishop #steve rogers #bucky barnes #i love these nerds

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digitalopulence · 5 years

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politics? who is she?

‘Oh yeah, Donald Trump am I right?’

‘Eggboi!’

‘Is it weird I dreamt of Justin Trudeau?’

‘Who is our prime minister now?’

Me and my amazing contribution to the political discourse 🙃🙃🙃

For some context, this is literally me whenever anyone ever asks for my political opinion...

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Despite my tendency to yeet myself away from offering my opinion in any political discussion, the relationship between social media and politics is something that really gets me going.

Social media, in theory, is this amazing public sphere where everyone from all walks of life (yes, this, unfortunately, includes the likes of anti-vaxxers and flat earthers) can come together and freely discuss societal problems like the legitimacy of Kylie Jenner's self-made billionaire legitimacy and the Keto diet. The radical development of social media was this new frontier for political discussion where regardless of your race, class, gender, sexual orientation - you could contribute to the discourse. This means everyone can become more informed, more political educated, and develop their own views by understanding and respecting contrasting and differing views. Because that’s how Facebook works, right? RIGHT?

How social media works and how we use social media differs crazily from how it theoretically should work. I’m sure we’ve all used social media before -Facebook, Instagram, Reddit, Tumblr - so I’m sure, we’ve all seen this before:

1. Fear of online harassment and workplace surveillance. (x)

Have you ever hesitated when posting something? Been told to think before you post because you’re told it stays online forever and your future employers might look you up? Lived in fear that if you came for Rupaul’s wig that the gays would come for your throat?

Social media users rarely post their raw honest opinion because they fear the potential effects of their political expression on personal and professional relationships, and the possibility of online harassment by others. In addition to the surveillance of online activity by family, friends, workmates, bosses, and the public, this all limits the exchange of ideas and opinions online.

2. Engagement only with politically similar others (x)

When you’re scrolling down Facebook - past the memes, past your aunty’s lasagna, past another bloody hot glue craft video - you’re liking, commenting, and sharing posts. All of this info gets churned in the algorithm machine and allows Facebook to tailor your timeline and keep you on facebook for the longest time possible. This works the same for political views. Naturally, you will interact with the content you agree with and Zuckerberg gives you more of what you want.

3. Characterization of social media as a place for “happy” interactions. (x)

I don’t know about you, but I don’t personally come to social media to have arguments, fights, or to generally get my blood boiling, nor do I have a desire to begin World War 3 on my dashboard. People avoid creating conflict on social media (literally meeeeee) and thusly, don’t post controversial but honest opinions on social media.

Social media might seem like this amazing public sphere for political discussion but as you can see, everything is not what it seems.

#mda20009 #media #politics #publicsphere

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jasssright · 5 years

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NFSW ASKS

1:When did you lose your virginity? 15

2: Rough sex or soft sex? Rough

3: Do you have any unusual kinks/fetishes? no

4: Weirdest place you’ve had sex? Outside on the car at the park

5: Favourite sex position? face down, ass all the way up

6: Do you like to be dominant or submissive? both

7: Have you ever had any one night stands? No

8: Sex on the bed, couch or the floor? couch is always a fun time

9: Have you ever had sex in a public place? yes

10: Have you ever been caught masturbating? No

11: What does your favourite sexy underwear look like? don’t think I really have any

12: How often do you have sex? Not often enough

13: Is there anybody right now you’d like to have sex with? 😏 why yes there is

14: Do you prefer giving or receiving oral sex? Both, but I love giving it.

15: Most embarrassing thing that’s ever happened to you during sex? 🤔 hit my head on dresser doing it doggy style

16: A song you’d listen to during hard/rough/kinky sex? I honestly don’t know

17: A song you’d listen to during soft/slow/passionate sex? Too many good ones to just choose one

18: Are you into dressing up for sex? No, but I would if he asked.

19: Would you prefer sex in the bath or sex in the shower? Both of them is stupid and complicating as shit. So neither.

20: If you could have sex with anyone right now, who would it be? Tarik .. wait I mean Draya

21: Have you ever had a threesome? If not, would you? No, and I would consider.

22: Do you/would you use sex toys? Yes

23: Have you ever sent someone a dirty text/picture? Yes

24: Would you have sex with your best friend? Naaaa

25: Is there anything you do after sex? (for example, smoke, eat, drink) piss

26: Something that will never fail to get you horny? Shot of Ciroc

27: Early morning sex or late night sex? Oooo this is a hard one. I’ll take BOTH for $500

28: Favourite body part on the opposite sex? Eyes

29: Favourite body part on the same sex? Eyes

30: Something that you have hidden in your room that you don’t want anyone to find: why would I tell you? Lol

31: Weirdest sexual act some has performed [or tried to perform] on/with you: nothing. I must be missing out

32: Have you ever tasted yourself? [If no, would you?] [If yes, what did you think?] yes, wondered if all pussies tasted the same.

33: Is it ever okay to not use a condom: that’s up to every individual themself. Me and mine do not.

34: A food that you would like to use during a sexual experience: grapefruit

35: Worst possible time to get horny: at church

36: Do you like it when your sexual partner moans? YES!

37: How much fapping is too much fapping: wtf is fapping

38: Best sexual complement you ever got: baby is the GOAT with that nectar

39: Favorite foreplay activities: soft kisses, massaging my pusssssy, TALK DIRTY TO MEEEEEE

40: What do you wear to bed? Whatever is going to keep me warm lol

41: When was the first time you masturbated: uhhh like 21?

42: Do you have any nude/masturbating pictures/video of yourself? Yes

43: Have you ever/when was the last time you had sex outside? Been a min

44: Have/would you ever have sex in public? Y’all asked this already

45: Have/would you ever had a threesome? 🙄

46: What is one random object you’ve used to masturbate? is that safe?

47: Do you watch gay/lesbian porn? why/why not? Yes, because I’ve had lesbian sex before & the shit is great so it’s sexy to watch.

48: Do you like oral sex? (why/why not) YES! It’s a great feeling on both ends.

49: How do you feel about tattoos on someone you are interested in? Why does it matter, ain’t my body.

50: How would you feel about taking someones virginity? I think someone’s virginity should be taken when THEY are ready and NOT UNWILLINGLY

51: Is there any food you would NOT recommend using during a sexual encounter? Anything with sugar!! #yeastinfectionsuck

and if so... wash real good before penetration. & who has time for that??

52: Would you rather be a pornstar or a prostitute? Pornstar

53: Do you watch porn? Yes

54: Have you ever been called a freak? Why? Yes, honestly idk. Figured I was pretty normal

55: Do you feel comfortable going “commando”? Sometimes.

56: Would you have a problem with going down on someone if they hadn’t shaved their pubic hair? Na

57: If you could give yourself head, would you? Fuck yea

58: Booty or Boobs? Booty

59: Have you ever cheated on someone? (Why?) no

60: If you were the other sex for a day, what are five things you would do? Have sex, get head, jerk off, see if I could eat pussy better, send nudes

61: have you ever watched someone masturbate? No

62: has anyone ever watched you masturbate? Yes

63. Have you ever had an erection and someone noticed? No

64. What is your method of masturbation? (ie. toys, clitorial, prostate) toy, clitorial

65. What is your bra/penis size? 34B

66. What is the strangest thing you have ever put up your vagina/anus? Dildo

67. When was the last time you masturbated? Sigh 3wks?

68. When was the last time you had sex? This morning

69. When was the last time you watched porn? 3wks

70. Have you ever bought a sex toy? If so, which one did you buy last? First sex toy? If not, which one do you plan on buying when you do? Dildo

71. Guys:Circumsized?

72. Which not-genital part of your body do you like being touched? Ass

73. Which genital part of your body do you like being touched? kittttty kat

74. Girls:Are you able to achieve orgasm just through breast stimulation? hell no. That’d be dope tho

75. Have you anonymously sent a sexual ask to someone on tumblr? Na

76. When was the last time you have had a wet dream? Never

77. Which wet dream was your favorite?

78. Is there a friend you would willingly have sex with? 🤔

79. Is there a celebrity/character you would willingly have sex with? YES

80. Favorite sexual position? Y’all

Asked this already

81. Do you like being called a slut or whore in bed? Naaa lol.

82. Are you into any BDSM? na

83. Have you ever wanted to have sex with someone but knew you couldnt for any reason? Why? Yes, because she’s famous and bougie and won’t Answer my DMs 😭

84. Do you like dirty talk? Hellllls yea lol

85. Are you loud or quiet during sex? Masturbation? Both

86. Have you ever been inturrepted during sex or masturbation? Who/what? Yea. I’m a parent; enough said

87. What kind of porn do you like to watch? Black people lol

88. Have you ever confessed to someone that you got an erection over them? What about masturbated to them? Na

89. Have you ever masturbated because your sexual partner wasn’t there when you needed them? Yes

90. Have you ever had a one night stand? Do you still keep in contact with them? Damn y’all asking the same questions over

91. Have you ever had a friends with benefits? Are they still beneficial? yes, and naaa

92. Ask whatever you want

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