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etheries1015 · 4 months

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I've been watching Disney's "The Princess and the Frog" and I've been thinking about a request based on the scene where Naveen makes a dinner for Tiana where he intends to confess to her. I wanted a request like that with Floyd x Yuu and unlike the film, Floyd manages to confess. And maybe there's a little dancing too

I would be very happy if you placed my request, I will wait patiently for it :)

I LOVVEE DISNEY MOVIESSS bro my friend has never watched The Princess and the Frog and I lost my mind. How have you NOT watched only one of the most amazing disney movies to exist?! Insane. BUT YES I like this!

Floyd Confessing his feelings to you

Based off of the princess and the frog scene <3

General warnings: Gender neutral reader

TW: None! Just fluff, and awkwardness!

The night was young, the stars were shining bright overhead smiling down at the eager boy. Floyd wasn't all that familiar with customs about love and affection, but he knew the moment his heart fluttered simply seeing you complete tasks seemingly so mundane making him blush sent him into a frenzy. Love and Floyd? The two in the same sentence sounded completely insane!

But when Floyd says he is in love, he truly commits to the bit.

There he was, leading you by the hand much to your surprise and mild amusement.

"Where are you taking me?" You asked the tall male, who flashed you a charming toothy grin and a giddy chuckle.

"It's a surprise, shrimpy. To celebrate somethingggg.."

You eyed him curiously as you entered the Octavinelle lounge, seeing it so deserted besides strung up lights and plates of food neatly upon the table caused you to gasp in shock, almost tearing up at the sight and near notion that somebody would take their time to prepare such a grandiose display for you.

"It's for you! Do ya like it?" Floyd almost sang, pulling out a rose, "I heard this is the best way to romance someone. Is it working?" You almost burst out laughing, but you just knew he couldn't help but be honest about his intentions, one of the many things that you loved about this merman.

"Nobody has ever done anything like this for me," You replied with affection, gracefully grabbing hold of the rose from his hand and taking a quick smell and observing it. When you looked back up from the flower, you noticed Floyd suddenly had a...rather large bowtie on that you knew for certain was not there before. It almost looked silly, the way it was bigger than his neck and flared out in such a...flamboyant way. You pursed your lips in an attempt to hold back the laughter that threatened to reveal itself, biting your bottom lip and nodding in 'approval'. Floyd noticed this and with a blush upon his embarrassed cheeks, he was quick to remove and throw aside the article of clothing.

"you're right, I knew it was too much," Floyd grumbled, eying a corner of the lounge where the strung up lights did not touch.

"I thought it was a nice touch..." You heard a hushed and disappointed voice from somewhere unknown to you, your eyes searching the room before Floyd grabbed you by the shoulders to avert your attention to the table neatly put together.

"Pretend you didn't see that. Or hear that." Seeing the normally suave and outgoing male so shy and flustered, you couldn't stop the smile on your lips widening at such a rare sight.

"Floyd- the seat- the seat!" Another voice that wasn't so discreet called out, Floyd gasping and running to your side before you had the chance to sit down.

"Let me- uh- here. I mean- have a seat," He pulled the seat out and invited you forward, pushing it in, "I saw this in a movie-"

"don't admit that!" ...said the voice from nowhere to be seen. You pressed your lips together tighter, trying not to howl in laughter. This was all just too cute...you've never seen such a side to him, and his grand gestures of gentlemanly was so out of place for his personality you couldn't help but bite back your giggles of amusement.

"Shut up Azul!" Floyd whisper-yelled back to a dark corner of the lounge. Noticing your skeptical gaze, Floyd ran over to one of the tables to grab a silver platter, bringing it to you and opening the lid with excitement in his eyes in hopes to distract you from the bickering.

"Oh? what's this?" You cooed, tilting your head as he brought over the large platter.

"Ta-Daaaa~" He sang, removing the lid. Upon seeing the dish he had prepared, you gasped and clapped in excitement.

"You made it all by yourself!" You cried out, noticing the plate of pretty (surprisingly) well-prepared food that you recall teaching him how to make some time the months prior. Floyd puffed out his chest in pride and nodded firmly.

"Yeahh! I did a good job, riighht?"

The "empty" corner coughed an obvious "pushy" cough that was seemingly a cue for the hopeless romantic to begin his actual speech and cut the small talk.

"Y/n!- ah-" He interrupted himself, "Sorry that was kinda loud...uhh..." You could see him begin to sweat bullets, his eyes wavering as he looked in panic anywhere but you, shaky hands pressing against the table.

"I'm just gonna say it. Among all the people i've dated-" You raised an eyebrow and nodded awkwardly, folding your hands and waiting to see where he was going with this. Floyds jaw slacked open for a moment of realization.

"wait- no. Jade said I can't bring up dating anyone else. Even those were just play dates when we were kids. And they were all boring" Floyd pausing mid-statement and attempting to bring the conversation back to the point.

"B-but you're not boring! You're amazing! like- uh-"

"Play it cool!" The mysterious voice threw out a word of advice.

"Like one of the guys-"

"Not one of the guys, you idiot!" Azul (it was fairly obvious who the voice belonged to) chastised him.

"Ehh?? Than what do I say?!"

"How you feel, brother." Jade followed.

Floyd must have been focused too much on driving the conversation how he had wanted it to, leaning all of his weight onto one side of the table causing it to tip over, the silver platter and the tall male both falling to the ground with a loud "bang!". You could hear slaps from the corner of the lounge, presumably one or two other people slapping their foreheads in astonished embarrassment for their friend and brothers hopeless attempts.

"uughhh.." Floyd whined like his usual self, "This isn't going how I wanted it to." when you finally couldn't hold it back any longer, you burst out laughing with hands holding your stomach. Floyd sat up in annoyance and looked at you with sadness glinting within his multi-colored eyes, his lips forming a pout.

"I get it, itsa disaster..." You shook your head at his woeful comment, wiping a tear from laughing.

"No," you gently replied, "it's cute." You wiped off a piece of food that stuck to the top of Floyd's head, bending down to his level and kissing his cheek.

"Floyd, I don't need all of this fancy stuff. Just tell me how you feel your way, because I like you for you, and wouldn't want a confession any other way." He sat in silence, blinking once, blinking twice, before also bursting out in laughter. Floyd pulled you down into his arms and hugged you tightly, before spilling out his heart bluntly and honestly as he should have from the beginning.

"I see our work here is done," Jade said to Azul, taking his shoulder and leading them out of the lounge, "They have it under control now, so it seems." Azul scoffed and adjusted his glasses, eying his messy lounge.

"After they are done being lovey and dovey, I will be charging them a cleaning fee...look at that mess...it'll take special services to get that sauce out of the flooring!"

"For now, let's just be happy Floyd will stop bugging us about his crush."

"...I suppose your right, that in itself is payment enough."

So they left you two giggling and now throwing food at each other, in the fun way that is unique to your love.

#twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #twst fanfictions #twisted wonderland fanfictions #floyd leech #floyd x reader #floyd leech x reader #floyd headcannons #floyd leech headcannons #twst floyd #floyd twisted wonderland #floyd twisted wonderland x reader #floyd leech twisted wonderland

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fishrights69 · 1 year

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My Top 5 GARBAGE fish that suck

Here we go again. After receiving a very high ammount of notes!! (61 UwU) on the last fish list, here's another top 5 no one asked for. I've tried to use the reasoning of ''all fish are good'' but let's be honest, we'd be better off without these. 5. Monkfish🙏

So these things are weird as hell. Their ugliness alone landed them on this list. Not only are they ugly as shit, but they're also mean motherfuckers that eat basically anything. They like to cover themselves in mud and just chill there until something crosses their path which imo is fucking lazy. Some people do eat them as a delicacy apparently(ew?). Props to them for getting over the looks. Ugly/10 5/10 for laziness 4.Hairy Frog Fish💇‍♀️

If you wonder wtf are you looking at, this fish is the living embodiment of that feeling you get when you find hair in your food. This girlie loves to swallow as it's mouth can open to make space for fish almost twice her size so don't go sitting too close 💦 Still, it doesn't take away from the fact that she looks like a mistake. 4/10 appearance 8/10 for the deep throating skills 3. Goblin Shark 👺

First of all, these sharks look like if someone designed a fish based on a child's drawing of a shark. Instead of going the terrifying route and choosing one of these pictures, I opted for a derpy yet still creepy photo. Besides being quite good at ambushing prey, these dudes still tend to eat man made garbage which further argues their position on ''the garbage fish top5™''. They also are basically living fossils since they're old af and most of their body is atrophied. 3/10 appearance 6/10 for still living so long despite everything.

2.Bony-Eared Assfish🍑

This fish is for all ass obsessed fuckers. Grilling this baby and enjoying it counts as eating ass. Some cool facts about him: -The bony-eared assfish has the smallest brain-to-body weight ratio out of all vertebrates. -Assfish are soft and flabby with a light skeleton (so like a real ass) As for personality, they are not what I'd call assholes. They are quite sluggish as they prefer to sort of flap around with short bursts of energy instead of swim. They don't do much besides that which makes them a very underwhelming fish despite the sexy name :( Apparently they were given this name to make up for how utterly boring they are. 2/10 appearance 1/10 Interest in them or what they are good for (spoiler, nothing)

If you're a fish enthusiast, you probably know what's coming at nr.1 🥁 🥁 1. Ocean Sunfish☀️

There are far, faar too many reasons for this fish to be on the first spot. Not only are they the dumbest fish in the whole world, but they also are not good swimmers AT ALL (wtf is with these poorly designed fish who cannot swim??). Scientists are still perplexed at how this fish continues to stay alive. If you want more shitty facts about them, here's a link to a very famous post trashing these bitches. BUT, I have my very own reason to hate the sunfish. One cursed morning, I decided to go get educated about animals and visit Naturalis, a museum in Leiden, The Netherlands. I was having a blast looking at all the beautiful animals showcased, along with the cool facts and atmosphere. I excitedly get to the aquatic creatures floor and mesmerised, I try to take in all the beauty. At the long corridor nearing the exit, I look around admiring the fish that were displayed. Thinking I had seen it all, I move further when I turn a corner and out of nowhere.. . . . . . . . BAM

this GIANT motherfucker, hidden in a corner makes it's presence known. I'm not kidding when I say this thing is huge. Here's a picture of the replica from another angle for size reference. As you can guess, I was legit extremely spooked and actually screamed. :( 0/10 appearence 0/10 fuck this thing. useless and it gave me a heart attack

BONUS: I'm sorry but I think I've tortured myself and you enough, so to make up for it, here's a cute fishy instead: (take him)

Alright thanks for reading and follow for more fish content. Suggest me some more top5's I could do, be it fish related, or whatever your mind decides to curse me with. Still need to cleanse yours eyes? My top 5 coolest fish

#my most hated fish #fish #fish that are NOT friends #marine life #things that make me unhappy #top5 #ocean #aquatic life #fishblr #fish tag #animals #animal enemies

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aj1dordinary · 7 months

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GRWM to participate in a life or death brawl!

platonic!Johnny Cage x platonic!gen-z!reader; neutral!Kenshi Takahashi x neutral!reader; platonic!Raiden x platonic!reader; platonic!Kung Lao x platonic!reader; platonic!Lui Kang x platonic!reader

@one-green-frog @whore-of-many-hot-men xox

thank you guys for showing love to my very first piece! i look forward to providing you with as much content that i can pump out! now that i’ve essentially finished the general background info, I’m gonna try to follow the storyline as closely as possible while also developing the lore for !reader. bear with me pls! don't know about any relationships taking place, but that may change. anyway, enjoy! xox

“hey guys! welcome back to my channel! as you all know, johnny and i decided to take a little vacation in between some of his big projects. that doesn’t mean that you miss out on all the action though so here’s a quick little get ready with me in this rehab facility he checked us into!” you poke your tongue out and shoot a peace sign to the camera before turning it around and showing the beautiful scenery of the monk academy.

“y/n! check this shit out!” johnny wails, he began showing his improved skills by throwing punches at a wooden dummy and with an uppercut, knocked the head a good 5 yards away.

you whistle and track the trajectory of the dummy head with your phone. you’d managed to ration out your battery life despite filming and posting an abundance of johnny’s new life of martial arts.

johnny runs over after to see the video for himself and as you play it back for him, he notices someone looking on with great disdain.

“kenshi, man! I’m telling you, if you wanna piece, all ya gotta do is ask.” he makes a show of it by flexing his arms and posing as if he was back on the red carpet.

kenshi rolls his eyes and lets out a puff of air, “i dont want anything you have to offer, john.” he crossed his arms and turns his attention toward the other guys that lui kang recruited to be the power rangers of earthrealm.

you learned that kung lao and raiden were their names. you had to stop johnny from getting himself cancelled as he tried to make references to Godzilla when the men clearly were not of that origin. but they were cool people, you’d have to make a mukbang with them one day for sure. you paused, realizing you were no better in terms of geography.

“oh really? not even sentō?” speaking of being an antagonistic asshole, johnny removed the sword from his back and waved it around, trying to perform swift and severe moves as a ninja would. he made it a goal to make the sounds as well.

you just stood at the ready, phone already recording and the sound picking up the popping of bubblegum in the background. a week in and you traded in your black flats and pantsuit for the same training attire that the guys were wearing. you were by no means throwing any punches, but you’d be damned if you didn’t match for aesthetic purposes.

kenshi stopped in his tracks, “oh i think you done did it now, johnny baby…” you twirl a curl of hair between your fingers, lowkey focused more on the rippling muscles and raging testosterone that put itself on display for you.

“now, now. if there is gonna be a brawl of any sorts, its going to be the one that decides who our champion of earthrealm will be.”

“ahhh, the all-knowing, all-powerful always has such perfect timing,” you coo. “what’s hopping kangaroo?”

“ah, i’ve been managing the behind the scenes of the competition. making sure all is in order for whomever our champion will be.” he smiles genuinely before bowing before you out of kindness. you would be rude to not return it.

“which is totally going to be me.” kung lao says affirmatively before throwing his makeshift razor-hat. it passes just over your head before getting imbedding in the side of a building.

“watch were you throw that thing! you kill my assistant, you replace her!” johnny pokes at his shoulder.

“nice to know that you value and care for her…” raiden chips in.

“word.” was all you said in agreement.

“right…” lui kang claps his hands together, looking over the lively bunch in front of him. part of you wonders if he was beginning to regret his choice in heroes.

“as I was saying, today is the day. whoever comes out victorious in the matches will be earthrealm’s champion and will go on to battle against outworld warriors to defend the title. we will start with johnny and kenshi.”

“y/n, watch me beat his ass real quick.”

“best 2 out of 3?” you say as you join lui kang on the sidelines. he simply nods.

“round 1… fight!” you say before banging the gong.

“beat his ass, johnny! wooooo!” you jump and cheer from the sidelines.

“finish me johnny cage~” a robotic voice chimed from your phone. the sideline goes silent before you mutter a quick “oops” to check what the fuck just happened.

you’re accidentally livestreaming. the voice being someone who donated. well, gotta get paid someway. you turned the phone back on the action, watching as donors flooded the chat, saying how sexy johnny looked when he was fighting and the whole nine yards.

“chat thinks you’re so cool right now. don’t disappoint!”

and how could he? with a swift uppercut, kenshi called it quits for the first round while he regained his balance and strength.

“you’re not done yet johnathan carlton!” you call. he runs over as you take a gatorade bottle and squeeze the contents into his mouth and a little bit on your hands before smacking the shit out of him. “you get out there and you finish it!” he nods without a word before bumping your fist. when he turns to get back in the ring, you deliver a swift slap to his ass for encouragement.

“does that actually help?” raiden comments. he wouldn’t lie, he was tickled by the nonchalant relationship you and Johnny exhibited.

“nah. he just has a really nice ass.” you say, body language unwavering.

it definitely wasn’t helping. he was getting his shit handed to him this round. so much so, he tagged you in.

“whyyyyy am I here! i’m so quitting after this!” you scream as you block many of kenshi’s attacks. johnny, who claims he is just taking a breather, now acted as cameraman as he and the chat giggled at your attempts to evade kenshi.

lui kang had a smirk on his face as he watched the growing potential in you. Despite your obvious fear, you were evading kenshi’s offensive moves quite diligently. He eventually spoke with the goal to guide you.

“compose yourself, y/n. you’re bouncing all over the place, use that momentum for something else.”

you were desperately running out of air from running around the ring, but you couldn’t let up or else kenshi would deploy his frustrations about johnny on you (mmmmm). despite your fear, you heard lui kang’s voice and man, does this god have a voice of reason. you had to obey. so you placed your trust in it and stopped before quickly ducking.

In doing so, you felt a gust of wind fly over your head, surely a devastating blow from kenshi. you then turned and blindly threw a punch. surprisingly, you made contact, square in the middle of his chest. he gasped for air as the assault caused it all to exit his lungs and drop to his knees. he looked up at you with a fire burning in his eyes. you did not wait to continue and tagged johnny back in.

“now who’s the kangaroo?” lui kang smiled.

“you must think you’re so funny.” you respond, completely stale-faced.

johnny ended up losing the second round, before recovering and winning the final round. quickly though, he was thrust into battle with kung lao where he lost.

“a brawl between old pals,” you start. “how you feeling kung fu panda?” you put the camera directly up to his eyebrows on a 0.5x setting, getting an insane shot of his forehead.

“first, you’re no better than johnny,” you gasp. “second, i’m feeling really confident.” he finishes.

“and you ray ray?” you proceed to give him the same media coverage.

“i’ve been waiting for this day for a while.”

“oh he’s so gonna beat your ass”

and you should’ve bet money on it too as raiden came out victorious.

“so these outworlders, they hot? mutated? what exactly should we be expecting God-Almighty?” johnny asks but not without you delivering a swift elbow to his side for his crudeness.

“outworlders do have an enhanced strength compared to humans. some also have powers like me.” lui kang demonstrated with his possession of fire.

“so what’s raiden got that can go up against people like you.” kenshi spoke up, finally seeming over the bitterness of his loss earlier.

“i am always prepared. raiden, i bestow upon you the element of lightning. i ensure that it will aid you tenaciously. i am certain earthrealm will remain in good hands with you.” He hands the amulet over and raiden immediately demonstrated his new abilities by electrocuting the shit out of some training dummies.

“ok one, he just literally roasted the fuck outta y’all and two, can he charge my phone with this new ability.”

“can you be serious for one moment?” kenshi grumbled.

“oh im sorry, i thought someone who’s ass i kicked earlier had something to say?” you retort.

he was ready to respond again, but lui kang redirected the conversation.

“it is time. we must depart. outworld is expecting us.” he begins to move his hands in the same circular motion as before and another portal beings to open up.

“y/n! y/n! Look!” johnny points as if he was kid asking his parent capture his performance.

“i got it johnny, damn! it’s not like this isn’t my whole ass job.” you roll you eyes as you break your slowly dying phone out again. before entering the portal, lui kang turned to you,

“i trust that you won’t be getting yourself in trouble?” he raised an eyebrow, his playful demeanor replaced with a serious one.

“don’t worry kangaroo, i’ll be doing the PR work for both johnny and i. count on me to clean up any mess these boys make. it’s all in the job description.”

his face screwed up in thought before he nodded.

“Let us show these outworlders what we are made of.” he led first through the portal.

-end-

I will update as much as I can but just know I am a college student with other commitments. bear with me!

#mk1 2023 #johnny cage #kenshi takahashi #raiden #lui kang #kung lao #x reader #mk1 x reader #reader insert #shitpost #self insert #mortal kombat #platonic

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hislittleraincloud · 9 months

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Fandom fic thoughts no one asked for:

I am highly, highly against Wednesday having any dialogue in which she speaks like her parents to her loved ones, i.e. all of that "Mon cher!" garbage towards Enid. It's cringey:

1. It's traditionally romantic and excessively cheesy, and [Ortega's] Wednesday is not. She just isn't, and y'all should know better. ETA: In regards to love, her parents are like Pepe Le Pew and a willing/enamored skunk (I forget if Pepe ever found his equal, but I do remember the girl cat got 🧠 'ed into behaving like Pepe usually does, which gave him a taste of his own psycho stalker medicine...ah, we had some fkd up cartoons back in the day). Wednesday would be like Michigan J. Frog...animated with only one person, in private...and that's still not a guarantee that she would ever want to emulate her mother, with whom we know that there are severe issues between them. Ridiculous, exaggerated displays of affection define Gomez and Morticia. To have Wednesday behave like that would be sacrificing the one thing that keeps her from turning into a total clone of them.

She can end up wanting to have love and a partner, and even a family, but that does not change the public mask [of a narcissist], and the notion that she would be perceived exactly like her mother upsets her. Direct reasons aren't given by the show, but by how they interact, we can see that Wednesday believes that 'everything is a competition'...but it's not [Morticia's] accomplishments that she rattles off that are the problem; it's somewhere, Wednesday picked up some terrible, terrible "I'm not good enough, I will never be as good as she is" blows to her psyche. From Wednesday's POV, she believes her mother is a narcissist (her self-awareness of her own narcissism is for its own post); only a narcissist would purposefully break someone else's chances of either being equal to or surpassing their greatness, and they get envious (and ego hurt) when it happens.

(...God, now I wanna program Ortega's voice to sing the fkn frog's song 🤣💀)

2. She doesn't want to be like her parents, and that would just...make her be more like her parents. This is the most major personal growth theme in the whole of the show, and it can't be ignored, otherwise it just turns Ortega's Wednesday into a generic iteration of a 'Wednesday character'. If it were one drabble or fic, alright, that's AU, but I see it in nine out of ten Wenclair 'drabbles' (if you can call straight-on dialogue shorts drabbles...we did not, back in the day) that clog up my fyp.

3. Her parents are extremely cultured and speak those love languages/romance languages as a whole together, to each other. Enid is not that kind of cultured at all (she can't spell, has bad grammar, and is just not interested in the same things Wednesday is). Enid would think it was cute, too, and Wednesday doesn't do cute, either (ever! EVER.**).

4. Again, Wednesday doesn't want to be like her parents, and it would be unfunnily mortifying to her to speak like that in public and in front of other people, even if she were fucking Enid. In private? See #1 and 2.

5. In Afterburn: It pained me to have her let slip the Spanish to Donovan on her birthday, but I did it because it was an unintentional slip, it was in private, and it wasn't a pet name, it was a command. She is very much like her mother in bed, but she also knows that Donovan isn't as cultured as her parents, and thus, she will refrain from that "mon cher/mon amour/whatever non-English pet names" crap.

6. There are so many other things Wednesday could call Enid (or Tyler, or Xavier, or whoever the Hell's she's paired with) without becoming a clone of her mother. Resorting to Gomez and Morticia's horribly cloying phrases is not charming, it's laziness. *channeling my inner Bianca here*

7. Now this goes back to #2 and #4, but on that note: There are obvious issues between Wednesday and her mother, and sounding like her disturbs the Hell out of her (or behaving like her, which is why Wednesday's eyes just about shit themselves in different directions when Fester said that her "death stare of disapproval reminded him of her mother").

It's almost like she has a glass eye.👀 It's there bc the AI picked it up hard I guess & it affected my outputs.

There is no way in Hell, no matter how juicy-tasty Enid's furry twat is, that Wednesday would suddenly decide that she should mimic Morticia.

I know all of this is gonna piss off a whole lot of people, but I don't care. It's not Wednesdaying right to have her call anyone by the same pet names her parents use, no matter how fluffy the relationship is. She just doesn't do relationships the same way her parents do. It's far more OOC to do that than even my pairing her up with Donovan is (which needs its own reasoning, probably in a different rant).

Rant over, and y'all can keep goin', but that's not gonna make the dialogue sound any less terrible and embarrassing.

**Afterburn Wednesday does do 'cute' with Donovan in private, but it's because of the fundamental differences from N/Canon attached to her core personality, i.e. she's hypersexual and has some regression issues here and there. Even still, she has a very hard time calling him any pet names because once again for those in the back: She does not want to be like her parents or associate her love with her parents' love, even as she recognizes that she is a lot like her mother. 🤷🏽‍♂️

(Also, I just read an incorrect assumption. Morgues have blood samples. They don't keep whole ass blood bags like blood banks/hospitals do. Get that right before you write me some Yoko & Wednesday.)

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joehawke · 9 months

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Steddie modern day AU

Nurse Steve Harrington x single dad Eddie Munson. (I’m not a doctor so this isn’t accurate at all okay!)

Something something Pediatric Nurse Steve Harrington meets one single father Eddie Munson after Eddie comes into the children’s unit ER obviously very distraught and panicky with a little girl laying across his chest. Steve is the one to meet Eddie immediately as he tries to calm the young man down.

“What’s wrong?” Steve asks as he tries to address any injuries on Eddie or his little girl.

“I don’t know. My daughter - she’s had a little cold for a few days now, nothing crazy, but her fever spiked 104 tonight. I don’t know what’s wrong” Eddie frantically pants out, and Steve grabs the nearest gurney and gently takes the little girl out of Eddie’s arms.

“What’s her name?” Steve asks, laying her across the leather material as he pushes them into one of the nearest empty exam rooms.

“Stella” Eddie says. “Short for Stellaluna” and Steve can’t help but smile at that.

“Big Janell Canon fan are we?” Steve asks as he continues to assess the little gi- Stella. As he continues to assess Stella. Eddie just looks up at Steve, big doe eyes on full display and Steve gets it, he does, this can be scary.

“No reason to be worried, we’ll figure out what’s wrong. I’m sure it’s nothing, genuinely. The flu is going around all the schools right now” Steve says, trying to calm Eddie’s nerves, and in any other case Eddie would blush under the sweetness, but right now all he can focus on is his little girl attached to all the IV’s and machines the nurse is currently hooking her up to.

“Hi Stella. I’m Steve, I’ll be your nurse. I have to do a few quick tests do you think you can help me?” Steve asks quietly to Stella, as if Eddie wasn’t even in the room. Eddie watches as Stella just nods weakly.

“Alright miss Stella. You see this little frog?” Steve asks as he produces a little frog carabiner light from his pocket. Stella nods, eye’s focused on the plastic in his hands. “This is Todd. He’s gonna shine a bright light into your eyes so we can check to make sure everything is working the way it should, okay?” Steve asks, and Eddie wants to cry at how gentle Steve is being with Stella, or maybe he wants to cry because his little girl is sitting in a hospital bed, he’s not sure either way. Stella nods once again weakly, and Steve begins to assess, telling her to look up and down, and left and right. Steve puts the little frog up to his ear as if it were telling him a secret, nodding his head along with it as if he were retaining every little word.

“Todd says everything looks good miss Stella!” Steve cries, a big smile on his face as he shoves the frog back into his pocket, before reaching for the blue stethoscope hanging idly around his neck. He puts the pieces in his ear before grabbing the small metal circle that hangs at the end (and don’t ask Eddie how it works, because yeah he may know what it is but how it works? He couldn’t tell you).

“Alright, I’m gonna put this across your heart and across your back and it’s gonna be a little cold at first, but I promise it won’t be bad.” Steve says, and he waits for Stella’s confirmation to begin. Eddie wants to cry at how exhausted his baby looks, taking in her weak movements and the circles around her eyes. She’s not the bright little ball of sunshine she normally is and Eddie’s heart aches.

Once Steve finishes listening to her heart, he moves to her back, sliding the metal diaphragm up her back. “Alright love, let’s hear your biggest breath okay?” Steve says, and he smiles when Stella does just that. “One more.”

Steve assesses a few more things, before taking her temperature and stats and writing them down on her chart. He gets Stella changed into a children’s gown, before tucking her into another gurney, this one wrapped in white plasticky sheets. He gives her one last smile before turning to Eddie, who stares back with wide concerned eyes and many many questions.

“It looks like we were right and it’s just the flu Mr -“

“Eddie. You can call me Eddie” Eddie supplies, embarrassed it took him this long to introduce himself.

“Eddie. Right. Well all her vitals are all good, nothing seems to be wrong. I’m going to have her moved up to the children’s unit so we can have one of our pediatric doctors take a better look just in case I missed a few things, but overall? You have nothing to worry about.” Steve tells Eddie, and Eddie wants to cry or laugh or hug Steve, he doesn’t know but he’s never felt so relieved.

“I know this kind of thing can be scary, but rest assured it’s normal. She’s a kid, kids can be gross whether they try to or not and they can catch germs whether they try to or not. You did the right thing bringing her here, she’ll be okay” Steve reassures, must’ve sensed the still panic that covers Eddie.

“Right. Okay.” Eddie sighs, unclenching his hands he hadn’t even realized were clenched to begin with.

“We’re going to keep her on the drip so she stays hydrated, and we’ll check her vitals every few hours, but if everything goes according to plan you guys should be out of her in the morning” Steve says, clutching Stella’s chart close to his chest.

“Thank you, Steve. Seriously” Eddie says, reaching out to shake Steve’s hand, and if Eddie misses the blush that creeps its way across Steve’s cheeks -well he’s got another few hours to come across it again.

#idk what this is #I just love nurse Steve #and single father eddie #maybe they keep in contact #maybe we add angst and Stella has something seriously wrong #we’ll see #do I add a part 2?#stranger things #steve harrington #steve stranger things #steddie #eddie munson #steve x eddie #Steddie au #steddie modern au #nurse Steve harrington #single father eddie Munson #steddie fic ideas

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— UQUIZ DOUBLE FEATURE

tagged by @corvosattano to run some awful children through these uquizes. my favorite nightmares, on display for you here, macy.

tagging @unholymilf @adelaidedrubman @shallow-gravy @chuckhansen @leviiackrman @queennymeria @risingsh0t @loriane-elmuerto @confidentandgood @roofgeese @shellibisshe @nightbloodbix @florbelles @indorilnerevarine and anyone else who wants to play!

— THE SUPPORTER

oh gentle comrade, you know what it takes to make others shine. you live your life assisting others to reach their goals, but many say you are lackluster and unnecessary. but alas, do we need the stars any less for their dim light helps the moon glow brighter! you are warm inside and out, perhaps made of sunshine one might ask? but I can see you are as weary and worn as the hero you so desperately cling to. your purpose is to serve? Is it not? it's those moments of undying loyalty that make your bones ring true with honor. "I am right beside you," you whisper, for unlike the ones who lie through their teeth you will be with your ally through joy, through heart ache, through death. it is a difficult thing to gain your trust back if one has shattered it though, you are forgiving yes? you give many chances, but alas, one can only look away from a wrong doing so long. you can't exactly turn your other cheek as once wrings a blade through your middle. you are made of a steadfast heartbeat and a tired, knowing smile. you bring solace to the aching, and comfort to the wronged. but what happens when your protagonist loses? what happens when your valiant heroes fail you? will you pick up a sword and vanquish their enemy or will you wait patiently for yet another savior to appear and save the day? one must live long enough to see their heroes die. but are you brave enough to take their place? the only strings that bind you to your oaths of subservience are your own doubts. "am I good enough?" they whisper in your ears. you answer that yourself love. for the only difference between the paladin and the stable boy are mettle. it is not the question of can you be a hero. it is simply, will you be?

THE LATE NIGHT TALK

Oh. you figure it out when you realize just how vulnerable they are willing to be with you. it isn't everybody who could or would stay up talking into the night with you, not with such affection or easy familiarity. it isn't everybody who is so understanding of you. it isn't everybody who could bare their soul to you in return. that kind of intimacy... it means deep foundations. it means comfort. it means trust. maybe it's a secret, maybe it's a story, maybe it's something you just never thought of before -- but they say something, late at night, and you realize all at once how remarkable they are, and how special it is to exist in the same time and space as them. "oh" indeed.

— THE RISING UNDERDOG

why hello again dearie, I see you managed to help those frogs those children were kicking, hm? oh how much I can emphasize we are but the ghosts of our childhood passions. and, unsurprising enough, the hero to the trodden little creatures of the earth is now a rising golden savior to the masses. oh love, I said you'd go far, didn't I. for the good always prevail in the end, somehow, they do. you lived a difficult life, I know, but you never let that get you down. you took beatings with a grin, and dished back kindness in return. inequality and injustice made you outaged, and you strove to assist the hurting and abused. oh shining dragon, you are bathed in golden light. please keep being true. you have tasted blood and death, but you refused to force it down the throats of others. and that alone proves there is inchor in your veins, demigod. you will be struggling until the very end, battling for your comrades, your people, and yourself. never lose sight of your goal my dear. sometimes you needn't have one, except see the good, and protect it. that is all my advice can tell you. I implore, protect the goodness in yourself with everything you have, but never refuse to share it also. young hero, you are growing. you are destined for wonders even I may not live long enough to encounter. keep up the good work, and keep your head held high. you are bound to do the impossible, all because you see the truth. there is good in the world, and it deserves to be found.

— THE KISS

you typically wait until the last second to believe the truth--because it would destroy you to believe it, and then find out it was a lie. you are someone who has never wanted to want, but has rarely been able to do anything else. the idea that you might have to break down your walls for the sake of someone else, someone who could easily decide they don't like what is on the other side, is harrowing. why let people get close enough to be rejected? you are enough for yourself. and you tell yourself that every time you catch yourself staring at their mouth, smirking at their joke, finding a reason to flick their shoulder. until the kiss. that's when the flood of want, want, want bowls over you and you realize that you are torn between two ways of living. Oh, you think. because despite how complicated you have made it, the moment you kiss, somehow, things seem incredibly simple. they won't be once you start thinking again, but for now, for this moment, you live in the quiet peace of revelation. Oh.

— THE ANTIHERO

ah yes, hello edge lord. it is lovely to see you again. you my dear, are the incarnation of duality, and you might think of claws and venom mixed with grace but alas, nothing near as poetic. you my friend, are mixture of what is seen as right, and what is questioned. you follow the path of your own two feet, you know the twists and turns of life's forests quite well if I do say so myself. and you can meander along them wonderfully. you strive to stay true to a certain sense of principles you might call your code, but whereas in reality, those would be your morals. people tend to see you as strange. sharp edged and glinting you hide behind a cloak of chain mail but really you just prefer to show off your imperfections first. unlike many who scramble to make it as if their flaws never existed, you proudly raise yours up. saying, "this is me, this is the worst of me, now you know what to expect." and might I say, it is quite an intriguing mindset, for truth be told, the ones that love your spikes and craters are the ones who appreciate your softness the most. you wish not to be loved as something lovable, but as a monster. for aren't we all just beasts in human skin? you are brave, but you are lonely. you know quite well how to scare off most, making even the heroes with the boldest bravado creep away with their tails between their legs. you are not a villian, sometimes you play the part a bit too well. but nevertheless you are no hero either. you put yourself first, but if one wins your trust then may the gods have mercy on those who might wrong them. you long to be a poetic mess of sorts, and well, if the ink sets in long enough you might just become that sooner or later. but for one who is so dead set on truth you sure do hide a lot don't you? please, step out of the shadows, there is a difference to not making your flaws visible and to simply acting as if you're the most despicable person in all the realms. it's because you're afraid of attachment is it not? well let me tell you a little secret, everyone is. you say you wish to be left alone for eternity but than why are you craving connection. you wish to be known and understood truly, but you snarl and push the ones that might be trying away. please little wolf, accept you are lovable. you are not some ravenous beast that terrifies the multitudes, sure, you are not for the faint of heart but that does not make you an inkling less perfect as you are. young antihero, step into the sun. you would do better actually reaching for the things you want rather than pining for them in the darkness.

— THE MISSED OPPORTUNITY

this one comes with a pang. it is the wrinkled brow of something unpleasant sinking in. they've left to find some new adventure. or they've met someone else. and you have only just begun to understand their true importance to you. you watch them drift toward a future without you, and in that stark numbness of their absence, it hits you. Oh. oh, you want them close. you hopelessly, selfishly want them all to yourself. you'll support them no matter what, but you don't want them to want a future that doesn't involve you. you want them to read the near-invisible signs of your love and decide to take a chance on you. you never want to say that you *used* to know each other. so what are you going to do?

—THE FALLEN PRODIGY

hello old friend, it's been a while hasn't it? I remember when you were just a child, gape-smiled and beaming like the sun. where have you laid your youth to rest my love? is it buried beside your heart perhaps? I know how deeply life has wounded you, it took away everything, didn't it? oh poor soul, you held onto happiness with bloody, shaking hands but still fate ripped even that away from you. your past lovers are dead or did some betray you? turning away in fear of what they once admired. your comrades have been slain, or their priorities shifted. I've heard you too have changed your way of thought. the people fear you know, do they normally cower at the sound of your name? ah don't fret, that makes two of us. the masses tend to despise the things they do not have the will to comprehend. the villian finds sympathy for you don't they, well I could have seen that from a mile away. you two are the oldest friends, you made a deal with them correct? to save your late love, they tried to hold their end of the bargain, really, but I fear you are cursed to forever be despondent. oh what a sad and miserable life without love. is that why you chase loneliness? for is it truly a life of sorrow if you yourself has chosen it? but don't become bitter from the pain. trust when I say I have seen wounds unfold a man, turning the gentlest spirits into seething beasts. please, keep seeking love, even if it seems you are forbidden from it. you are the master of your own fate, I see how tired you are. the scars never healed, they twist and wrap around your entire person. your eyes are dark and lifeless, rest. but keep fighting, not with the sword you have forsaken so long ago, but with your heart. I'll be rooting for you my friend.

— THE EMERGENCY

something goes wrong. there's urgency. everything gets turned upside down, and you have to grab for the things that matter most-- Oh. suddenly, there's perspective, and at the worst possible moment, the moment when there is so much else going on, you realize that you have been breathless with want for so, so long. you want everyone to be safe, but please, please, you want them to be safe. you want everything to be okay so that you can have another chance to get things right. a chance to start over. and everything will be okay, of course, because you've made it through bad moments before, and that foundation of trust is there, even if you've never quite acknowledged it to its full potential. you trust them. you need them. Oh.

#olly. yeah.#sorry to drag you kiddo.#oc: oliver sinclair #oc: ryan carr #oc: isabel maretti #oc: jackson shay

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chimivx · 2 years

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yellow. (1)

pairing: Idol!Yoongi x Female!Reader, and ot7 :)

summary: Two months out of college you've hit a dead end, until your best friend scores the job of her dreams unknowingly throwing you at the feet of your soulmate. Life is about choice, and the choice is yours to make... You just hope you're making the right ones.

words: 10.5k

warnings: swearing, mentions of sex, bad relationship with parents, mentions of drinking, not too many bad things in this part, mentions of anxiety/mental health battles

a/n: HI! This is Part One?! of the ever so asked for Vegas series! I cannot believe this is actually being posted, I've been sitting on this for months. Thank you for all of the support, and the continued support, you all keep me inspired. Thank you for loving this couple as much as I do, they melt my heart.

~ July 16th 2015 ~

Laying across the end of your best friend's bed, half tangled in her comforter, you tilt your head side to side while you watch her struggle to put a simple outfit together for the new job she scored at the very last minute. Spinning in front of her mirror, ankle deep in sweaters and t-shirts, she turned to you with a pout, unamused as you yawn in response.

“You’re not helping!” Sunny’s knees buckle as she groans.

“I’m tired!” You send back her tone, making her roll her eyes. Storming back to her closet, she whisked out a knee length black dress that was topped with long sleeves and a turtle neck. Sunny stared at you, eyes wide as she shook the hanger around. Lifting your head, you sit up halfway to your elbows and shake your head, your hair falling into a mess.

“Too wintery,” You say, pulling your hair back in a scrunchy you found amidst her sheets. It had to have belonged to one of you, you’d both been sleeping in this bed for like two months now. Sunny offered her apartment to you when you finished college so you’d partially have a space to yourself, and time to get yourself on your feet. You and your ‘forced into getting’ business degree weren’t sure where you fell into life just yet, but thanks to Sunny who happily opened up hers, you were slowly finding your place… somewhere.

“You’re doing, what? Their hair? You don’t want to wear long sleeves, you’re gonna sweat, it’s mid-July,” You said.

Sunny dug around her drawers some more, tossing scarves and headbands behind her before she triumphantly jumped to her feet with a dark blue fabric rolled up into a ball in her left hand. Lips pressed together in a tight smile, your beautiful curvy best friend hurried to your side, her tight brown curls bouncing with glee on top of her head. Standing at the end of her bed, nearly on top of you she grins, perfectly white, slightly crooked teeth on full display. Admiring her beauty and how happy she looked for a second, you questioned what she was holding with a head nod.

“It’s perfect for a first day look,” Her voice is hushed, and it’s smooth as butter, the complete opposite of how she was just speaking to you.

“Lemme see!” You nod again, clapping your hands a few times to encourage her to reveal the miracle she’s discovered after gutting her closet for over an hour. Releasing the hem, a maxi dress tumbled to the floor, soft, cottony fabric that was going to hug her hips perfectly. Your jaw dropped slightly, remembering the night she wore this.

“Your first date with Marco,” You breathe, reaching out to give the dress a feel. That night you helped her get ready, you being the one to talk her into buying the dress for the date with the dashingly handsome man she had met on a job one weekend.

He was the epitome of a cookie cutter prince charming, but the sexy one from Princess and the Frog, he even had the light colored eyes.

Sunny sighs dreamily, glancing away into the unknown dramatically getting you to laugh.

“May God rest his soul,” She says, and you crinkle your brows.

“Sun, he’s not dead,” You say.

“No, he’s not, but his wife’s gonna suck the life out of him eventually,” Sunny snaps back to reality and hangs the dress on the back of her bedroom door while the two of you laugh.

“I’m honestly still mad about that,” You lay back down on the blankets, stretching your arms above your head. Sunny sat herself down in front of her vanity where she began to put on her makeup, instantly getting you to sit back up like you hadn’t laid down in the first place. You never missed a chance to watch her make faces to herself in the mirror that should only be reserved for late night rendezvous.

“Mad about what?” Tapping on moisturizer with two fingers, she seemed to have already forgotten what you’d just been talking about.

“Marrrco,” You roll the R, and she snickers, now applying strategic concealer to her already smooth, chocolate skin.

“He was a lost cause, all male stylists are,” Her voice grows quiet while she focuses, “They think with their dicks… and their mothers,” You cringe, and she nods, “Besides, he’s Italian and wanted five babies… I was not popping out five of his babies!” You grinned at her through the glass. The utmost thing you admired about Sunny, her desire and drive to stay true to who she is, and who she wants to be. You wished you had half of that drive, you let people push you around your whole life when it came to making decisions.

“…I don’t even know if I want ONE baby…” Sunny continued her rant as she moved onto foundation, carefully blending it out over her adorable apple cheeks and down her neck. Glancing away from her for a second you tap your phone to check the time. Ten o’clock on the dot.

“Did someone call me?” Sunny sat straight up once she saw your hand on a phone, then relaxed seeing it was yours, “Sorry,” She mumbled, “This job has me frazzled I think.”

“You think?” You giggle, Sunny rolling her eyes. Even halfway through her makeup she was gorgeous, making you feel a little insecure sitting here in her bed in shorts and a t-shirt you used for pajamas with your unwashed hair pulled into a messy bun that almost never looked cute. The no job, no love life, no place to live thing wasn’t exactly helping either. People told you that it took time after college, getting your shit together and finally feeling like you were living, but always having a next, to suddenly having none was disheartening.

Business wasn’t even your first choice, or your tenth. Graphic Design had your heart by the reigns, and though your parents told you with a business degree you could find a job that had a little of both mixed together, you knew their goal for you was to be desk ridden for life, married by twenty five to a good, hardworking husband with two kids by thirty, and maybe a third on the way. Much like Sunny, you weren’t even sure you wanted to pop out one. At sixteen you thought for sure by twenty two you’d have something figured out, something done, at least a job that was approved by your elders… your sixteen year old self would not have predicted twenty two year old you to be living in your friends apartment, mooching off of her, and helping her get dressed for a job she had to leave for soon.

“What’s your plan for today?” Sunny asks you, pulling you from your doom thinking. Half motivated, you shrug your shoulders.

“Was hoping I’d hear from that company I met with on Friday,” You say.

“No, I’m sorry, no,” Sunny slaps down her eyeshadow brush and turns in her chair to face you, one eye halfway done.

“What?” You ask, smiling at the unfinished look. Sunny shakes her head.

“I do not want you to work at Dunder. Fucking. Mifflin,” She exaggerates her words, tossing her head forward and back, curls going astray.

“It’s not Dun-”

“I know,” She shoots you a glare, “But it’s a paper company, and they interviewed you to be their receptionist… You have a degree!” She started speaking with her hands, meaning she meant what she was saying to her core, “If you’re going to work someplace, you need to be hired for a job you just worked your ass off for, for four years.” Glancing down at the blankets you were cuddled in, you take a deep breath. The light pink checkered pattern on the sheets almost matched the blue one on your shorts.

“It’s a paying job,” You speak quietly, knowing she wasn’t going to take it. Your best friend supported you, but she was stubborn.

“A paying job,” She deadpans, and holds for five whole seconds in which you laughed between, “What happened to the girl I knew in school? Before she went to a university she didn’t want to go to? The one who wanted to travel, and experience life? Where is she?” Sunny grilled you with her sharp, dark eyes, still half finished with shadow. She was waiting for you to answer. You simply shrug, again.

“Is she working at Dunder Mifflin?” She asks. You shake your head.

“Is she having a good time with her best friend?” She asks. You nod. She smiles.

“Does she know her best friend wants her to be happy, and wants her to follow her own goddamn heart, and take what she wants instead of what somebody else wants for her?” Sunny’s voice raises slightly, getting you to sit up taller, her words igniting something small inside of you.

“You deserve happiness, and I know somehow you’re gonna get it,” She sighs, “How long did it take me to get a gig like this? I’ve been doing bullshit jobs for years since I’ve been licensed, I should’ve broken out when I was eighteen, but no.” You listen intently, your heart starting to swell with pride for her. She had been busting her ass for years, for people who didn’t deserve it, and a boyfriend who was jack shit.

It was Sunny’s dream to make it to Hollywood, or at least someplace as big. The professional world was her goal, styling celebrities and people with big names. It’d been three years of momentum that finally set her off, and now she was about to spend the day styling and looking after a K-Pop group that was currently on tour because they had fallen short of a stylist who had gotten sick. Sunny sent a blessing to whoever it was, but thanked their weak immune system for finally giving her a job that was where she wanted to be. She’d gotten the call a couple of nights prior, the two of you celebrating with a bottle of wine on her balcony in the warm summer weather, apologizing to the neighbors who complained when the sound of the two of you singing got too loud.

“I think business school took away the badass in me,” You offer weakly with a small laugh. Sunny chuckles with a roll of her eyes.

“You’re naturally a badass,” She reassures you, “Nothing can take that away, it’s who you are."

“Finish your face, would ya,” You give her a little wave with your fingers, and she smiles before spinning back toward her mirror, “Who’s this group you have to work for?” You ask, hoping to get the topic of conversation off of you.

“B…T…S,” Sunny hesitates as she concentrates on applying a lash, “BTS,” She repeats with more confidence, “They’re gorgeous, babe.” Her head rocks back, and she lets out a groan.

“I don’t know what they look like,” You say and Sunny’s eyes nearly pop out of her head.

“You’ll die, I know you will,” She speaks like she’s wrapping things up for the night, accepting your fate, “I wish I could smuggle you in with me, UGH! I could get you laid!” Her head tilts curiously, “Though, I don’t think they do that…They seem respectful,” You watched the show she put on with a smile, it was nice to see her so excited, “Either way, I’ll sign a DNA in a heartbeat!” She starts to paint her other eye. Scrunching your face up, you narrow your eyes at her.

“A DNA?” You question, “You mean an NDA?” Sunny pauses, thinks about what you’ve told her, then nods.

“Yes, that, NDA.”

“Sunita!” You gasp, “You’d sleep with a client?”

“Not me, you, duh,” She resumes her artwork. Playfully placing a hand to your chest you gasp even louder.

“Sunita, you’d sleep with me?”

“STOP!” She giggles, “You’d sleep with one of them!”

“How many are there?” You question, raising an eyebrow.

“Seven.”

“Seven?!” Your eyes go wide.

“Mhm, plenty to choose from,” She smirks, popping her brows once. Glancing back down to your lap, you half listen as she tells you about their music, nodding along whenever it seemed appropriate.

The other half of you that wasn’t listening was thinking about how your love life had gone nonexistent once you started at your university. Sure high school had its moments, the occasional fling, but nothing ever stuck. It was incredibly difficult to find a person who would put up with, or even mirror your sarcastic, witty self. They’d grow tired of it, complain that you were too annoying, or straight up call you an asshole.

Starting at university you didn’t even bother to try, knowing how it would end before anything even started. That didn’t stop little hookups, but it did end the need and want of finding someone to be partners with, someone to share a life with. Growing up with your parents who showed little affection to one another, you weren’t under the impression you had spectacular role models for love.

“And Jimin? My lord,” Sunny closes her eyes, lifting a hand as if she’s in church on a Sunday morning. Tuning back into her chatter, you see she’s finished her makeup and has started on her hair, slicking the top down in a heavy left part, letting the natural curls fall down the back in a ponytail, though they wanted to stick straight out. Her stylist hands were magic, and once she was done her natural beauty was gently enhanced and she looked stunning.

“When are you going to get yourself ready?” She asks you, leaving her place at her bureau to start getting dressed. Flopping backward down on the duvet, you reach your hands over your head, something that sounded like a screech leaving your mouth as you feel the delicious stretch of your muscles once again. Part of you didn’t want to get up and get ready, you were perfectly content here in bed. You feel your phone vibrate beside you, one of your hands dropping to the sheets to search for it.

“I’ll get ready in a minute,” You mumble, preparing to hear her get stern with you. There’s a notification of an email from the paper company on your home screen. Nestling your eyebrows above your eyes, you unlock the screen and open the email up, your eyes scanning each line for the important parts only. Then, you see it.

“Oh, fuck,” You groan, tossing your phone aside. Sunny watches you from in front of her closet.

“What's up?” She asks. Sitting back up, you drag your hands over your face and shake your head.

“I got the job at fucking Dunder Mifflin,” You laugh after a heavy exhale, “What do I do?” Sunny, who’s underwear clad at the moment, drops her hands to her sides and shoots you a look.

“You did not just ask me that… What do you do?” She schools.

“I do what I want,” You say in a monotonous tone, getting her to smile, “I do… What I want.”

“Damn right you do,” Sunny nods, muttering her words to herself, slipping into the blue dress she would be wearing for the job and the show.

When you interviewed with this company you told your parents about it, which was a huge mistake because your mother had been calling you daily since to see if you had gotten it. You were a couple of hours away from that phone call, dreading it completely, especially now that you had a decision to make. Either you were taking this job, living miserably with happy parents, or you were declining it politely, then making something up to your parents to somehow keep them happy.

Both ways still led to a phone call, something you never went out of your way to give them.

“Hey, you okay?” An unfamiliar voice called to you. It was deep, and chilling, definitely catching your attention. Popping your head off your knees you look down the sidewalk to your left where the mystery man had spoken from, and it was imminent at first glance that you weren’t in any immediate danger.

The guy could’ve been about six feet tall, if you had to guess, with a tiny frame hidden underneath a black long sleeved shirt and dark jeans. There was bleach blonde hair peeking out from underneath the black beanie he had pulled over his head, and little black hoops hanging from his ears. He seemed to be around your age, you hoped, for no other reason than to simply feel safe around someone of the male gender while you moped on the side of a quiet street.

“Uh,” You mumble as he takes another step, taking his time getting closer to you, as if one would implode at random. He was rolling a water bottle between his hands, he must’ve been the person you saw hurry by to go into the store moments earlier, “Yeah, I’m okay,” Your tone is short, and stiff, not in anyway inviting him to come sit down beside you like some guys might think it was, but this one stops. The plastic bottle in his hand pops, an indication that he was holding onto it way too tight, making him glance down to it and grab it by the cap. Looking back up to you, he clears his throat and nods once before his lips spew out jumbles of words that sounded much, much clearer in his mind.

“I just… I heard… You were on the store- I mean! …phone, I went into the store, damn,” He creased his brows, closing his eyes, and you can’t help but smile. The hard exterior wasn’t quite matching up with what was coming out of it. Taking a breath, he opens his eyes and gestures toward the phone in your hand with his water bottle.

“It didn’t sound too good when I walked by,” He says, “I’m not being a creep, I could hear the other person yelling, figured it wasn’t good… Are you sure you’re okay?” Taking two more steps closer to you, he plants himself six feet away from you. Close enough for you to finally see his eyes underneath his hair that was pushed forward, and they were beautiful. His gentle feline features and smooth, delicate skin took you aback. You hadn’t seen pure beauty like this in… well, ever. His jumble worded-ness must’ve been contagious because you’ve caught it now.

“Oh, yeah, hah,” A nervous laugh escapes you, “My parents, you know, I had this, like, this interview with- at… at a company,” You became hyperaware of how sweaty your hands had become, holding onto your phone for dear life, begging it to not slip out of your hands now, “I’m s’posed to take it, and my parents, well, they want me to take it, and if I don’t take it, uh, they’ll… hate me? I-I think,” You’ve completely averted your eyes from his, babbling out toward the street now, missing out on how his gaze knew all too well what you were feeling. Despite your struggle to form sentences, he listened closely. Copying him from earlier, you take a deep breath, turning your chin to look up at him.

“You heard the phone call where I told them I didn’t get the job,” You say calmly, plastering a sarcastic happy smile to your lips that made him laugh. A sound so soft, yet somewhat enough to erupt butterflies in your stomach.

“Sorry to hear that,” He bobs his head, rolling his water bottle again.

“Oh, no,” You say, and he pauses, raising an eyebrow in question, “I got the job.” Silence surrounds you both for a second as he catches up to what you were implying, and once he does a smug grin appears on his face. He takes two more steps closer.

“So you aren’t lying, you really are okay?” He asks, and you nod, making him make that wonderful sound again.

“Just a girl lying to her parents who want her to be something she is not,” You shrug after you sigh, glancing at your hands for a second.

“You’re making it really hard for me to walk away,” He takes your attention back, pleased with how quickly you looked towards him at the sound of his voice. Checking the time on your phone, you still had a half hour before Sunny would be looking for you. Taking back in the sight of the mystery man who couldn’t seem to look anywhere except at you, something makes you tap the concrete next to you, inviting him to do the thing you at first didn’t want him to do. He copies you and checks the time on his Samsung from his pocket.

“I don’t mean to bother you,” He starts, but you cut him off with a wave of your hand.

“If anything I’m bothering you,” You mutter as he closes the gap and sits down about a foot away from you. He smells expensive. A light, woodsy mix of lavender floods your senses.

“I would’ve walked away minutes ago if I didn’t think your story was interesting, please, keep going,” With him this close to you now you could take in every detail. His skin wasn’t perfect, but it was smooth as silk. The dark, cat-like eyes he was blessed with were designed to be his shield, something easy to hide behind, but it felt as if you could see straight through them, and as beautiful as they were, they were tired.

He carried this thick, heavy wall around him, visible in his attire. He was hiding, whether it be from one person or the entire world, this was a guy who didn’t like to let people in, so it was humorous he’d want to keep talking.

“Okay then,” You sigh, tearing your eyes away from his, “Where was I?”

“A girl lying to her parents who want her to be someone she isn’t,” He reminds you, quite happily at that. Scoffing, you throw your head back dramatically and groan.

“I just… I never wanted to do what they wanted me to do,” Your tone has fallen quiet, “Ever since I was a kid, we all wanted two different things.”

At age five you wanted to play soccer. Instead you were stuck in ballet class pulling the bows out of your hair that were tied too tight. You put up with it for five more years until you chose to play an instrument. At age ten you wanted to play the drums. Instead you were forced into piano lessons three days a week with an annual recital that you endured for a total of three years. If you looked at a piano today the only thing you’d be able to play is Hot Cross Buns, so those three years really meant nothing. At age fourteen you fell in love with design, and all things digital.

Your high school offered programs for graphic and website design that you signed up for the same day your freshman schedule came in, but when it came time to mail it in you found your mother had erased everything you had written. At your dining room table with your mother and father, you rewrote the form, filling it in with classes that would help you excel in aspects of life that were ‘viable for your future’. Without an ounce of compassion for what you might want to do with your life, or an ounce of remorse for crossing you, your mother kissed you on the forehead and mailed in the schedule.

“Please tell me you got to take some of those classes?” The guy asks, taking a swig of his water, nearly choking on it as you shake your head, “Are you kidding me?!”

“I know,” You halfheartedly laugh, “But… I did still get to… take the classes…” He caps his water and places it on the ground between you, lowering his chin in suspicion. You wiggle your brows, and he laughs.

“I feel like I could’ve guessed that,” He shakes his head, and you gasp.

“No! I’m not predictable,” You say, mouth ajar. He sucks air in through his teeth, gazing out into the street as he shakes his head with squinted eyes.

“I hate to say this,” He teases you with his tone, “You’re predictable.”

“No!” You shout, stomping your feet on the ground in front of you, “No one has ever been able to figure me out.”

“Oh, really! So, you’re, what? Every rebellious teenage character from a nineties movie?” He paints a dumbfounded look on his porcelain skin to make you laugh aloud. You reach out a hand and shove his shoulder, pushing him away playfully.

“You know, you are one to talk,” You say, “You look like you’re cold as ice, but that’s not so true is it?” Your words wipe away his smile, making you almost regret saying them, “I mean, not in a bad way… I didn’t mean it like that, you look good, really good…” His smile starts to come back.

“What’s your name?” He asks, and you tell him. Only your first name, though, he was still a complete stranger. He smiles when he hears it, a small, content smile, and when you ask for his he hesitates for a couple seconds before giving you what you want to hear.

“D,” Is all he says. You pop a brow.

“D?” You ask, and he nods, “Like, the letter? Or like… D, E, E?”

“Like the letter,” He nods again.

“What’s it stand for?” You ask curiously, wondering if this was when his shell would start to crack. He ponders your question, eyes going wide as he looks around for an answer, but then his attention is stolen by a vibrating from his pocket. Sitting up straight, he pulls out an iPhone and groans as he reads the screen that wasn’t visible to you. Scrunching your nose, you look down to his pockets and in the back of his jeans you see the Samsung he had checked before.

“Two phones?” You question, “One for the plug and one for the hoes?” You prayed to any God somewhere that he would laugh, and he did. Sighing internally with relief, you waited patiently for him to look back at you.

“Honestly, kind of,” He admits with a chuckle, shoving his phone back in his jeans. Your stomach does a little flip in disappointment, but you weren’t aware your face would falter just the same.

“Oh, no!” D holds up his hands in defense, shaking his head, “Not literally! Shit…” He taps each phone as he tells you what they’re for, “Samsung? Work, and work. iPhone? Friends, family and everything else.”

“Oh,” You huff, feeling silly.

“Yeah,” D says with a small smile. Mustering up your confidence once more, you knew you would parting ways with this man soon, and have to admit these past fifteen minutes have been the most enjoyable fifteen minutes you’ve had in almost a month. His friends, family and everything else phone was blowing up, so you knew he’d be rushing away at any second.

“I have a question,” You say as he swipes through his screen.

“Yeah?” He asks, glancing up at you a couple of times like you’d suddenly changed appearances or something. It seemed like he didn’t want to miss anything.

“Think I can score a place in the friends, family and everything else category? It’s nice talking to you,” You say politely in hopes to secure your spot. D starts to smile, but it fades before it can even manifest. Your stomach flips again, cartwheels this time. You were about to get rejected.

“Never mind,” You blurt out nervously, “That was stupid, I guess, we don’t know each other…” You turn your head away from him, begging him with your subconscious to get up and leave so you don't have to be the one to awkwardly say goodbye.

“Look…” His tone is quiet, “I would, and I want to, but I quite literally can’t.”

“Oh god,” You mutter, feeling heat rise to your cheeks, “Don’t make up excuses, I can handle rejection, D.” A forced laugh comes out of you. Parting his lips to speak, his eyes shift over your entire being and everything in between.

“At least you can… I already said it, you’re making it really, really hard for me to walk away,” He was borderline whispering with how gently he was speaking. You look at him, meeting his unique eyes that were now full of uncertainty.

“What are you, some kind of drug lord or something?” You dig slightly, narrowing your eyes.

“No,” He laughs, “Something far more dangerous.”

“More dangerous than being in a gang?” You laugh to yourself. D smiles, then checks on his phone that was now ringing.

“Hang on, sorry,” He mumbles, then an anxious voice could be heard on the other end, “What’s up?” His voice turns deeper, more serious, “I just stepped out, that’s all… No, no, I’m fine real- J-Joon, shit, let me speak!” You watched him while he spoke, how eloquently he moved his lips and how focused he became when the other person would speak, “We have plenty of time… I think I know how to do this by now,” He glances at you and rolls his eyes, making you smile, “I get it, I get it. I’ll head back now, fuck, man, relax. Yeah, bye,” Locking his phone, he released an exasperated breath and blew a raspberry on his lips.

“Was nice talking to you, D,” You say sweetly, giving him the smallest of smirks, “Thank you, again.” D sits forward, leaning against his knees. He has his eyes locked on yours, and for a couple seconds he didn’t move.

“Yeah,” He lets out another sigh, and glances away before standing up, “Anytime,” He says quickly, knowing there wasn’t going to be another time, that this was in fact the only time to either of your dismay. He returns the small smile, and after catching on that you weren’t going to stand up as well, he gives you half a bow, takes another deep look into your eyes, then hurries down to the corner of the street where he pulls open the door of a van that had been sitting there the entire time.

Watching the van drive off, you furrow your eyebrows. Strange for someone who doesn’t do anything suspicious for a living, to get into the back of a blacked out SUV with a driver who was dressed in all black, wearing sunglasses. Maybe he actually was a part of the mafia or something and he totally helped you dodge a bullet by turning you down. He sat here and listened to your sad life story and decided he wouldn’t give you another reason to feel so down about yourself.

Believing that was nicer than feeling the disappointment of him walking away. Not many guys carried themselves like him. There wasn’t any mansplaining, there wasn’t any complaining, there wasn’t any bragging about himself. Instead there was, well, barely anything. You had to admit it was a pretty good tactic to get people to fall pretty easily, because something about him just sucked you in. Whatever he did, and whoever he was, he must’ve had a trillion women after him if that was how he always acted.

Taking a deep breath, you pull your eyes away from the road and focus back on your phone, how you started here almost a half hour ago. As if on cue, Sunny’s name pops up on your screen, big, bright, and yellow.

“‘Ello Sunshine,” You goof, but she wasn’t in the mood to goof.

“There would be an emergency like this on the one day I work for them,” Her voice is hushed, you could hear what sounded like fifty other voices in the background.

“Emergen… Sun, what? Are you okay?” Sitting up straight, you’re ready to jump to your feet.

“I’m fiiiine, it’s just, one of the members went missing, that’s all,” She whines, “I finished up with Jimin, and when I went to grab Suga, he was gone.” You squint your eyes, trying to familiarize yourself with their names for her sake.

“Are they going to try to find him?” You ask. Sunny hums for a moment.

“I think Namjoon called him, I see him coming in the room now, hang on-“ Her line is muffled, but you can still make out what they’re saying.

“Hi!” Sunny chirped happily, and you can only picture the tooth rottingly sweet smile she pulled.

“Hi, uh, sorry, I called him,” You assumed this was Namjoon speaking, “He tells me he only stepped out for a little bit, and that he’s on his way back now, I’m really sorry. Suga likes to do this, it’s not the first time we’ve lost him.”

“Oh, it’s alright,” Sunny says, “Thank you so much, I appreciate you for this.”

“JOON!” Is called out from somewhere in the back, and it makes you glance to your left where D had just been sitting. Moments ago he received a phone call asking his whereabouts, and he assured the person he had only stepped out for a second and that he would be heading back soon. The person he called, Joon.

“Sunny,” You say flatly as you wait for her to put the phone back to her ear, “Sunny… Sunny… Sunny…”

“Jimin! You’re too cute,” She had her flirty tone on today.

“Sunny… Sunny… Sunny… Sun-“

“Hi, I’m sor-“

“SUN!” You shout, your voice echoing off the walls of the street, “Do me a favor?”

“Uh, sure, uh, what?!” Her flirty tone was gone, and now in it’s place, panic, “Are you okay?”

“Describe this Suga,” You say, “Please.” Sunny waits a couple seconds in case you had anything else to add, then her description tips you over the edge, pinning everything down to the tiny detail of the thin little bracelet on his wrist. She described D.

“Funny,” You giggle, stretching your legs out in front of you. Your heart rate rose thinking about how close he still was.

“I’m confused,” Sunny says, “Oh, he’s here! I need to go.”

“Tell, Suga, I said hi,” You smile, then hang up the phone, leaving her confused and wondering if she really should.

Sunny hurries back to her chair where Yoongi planted himself and slouched down after being berated by his brothers. Mainly Namjoon, who had plenty to say about his disappearance as his makeup was being applied.

“We need to be ready in twenty minutes,” Was said as soon as Yoongi opened the dressing room door, “This is like the sixth time this tour you’ve run off. You want to leave us or something?” Though he was younger, Namjoon was the leader of the group, and essentially the glue that held them together. If someone hadn’t a clue who they were they’d probably think Namjoon was the eldest, when really the eldest was the one who scurried up beside Yoongi, pulled a chair over to sit close to him, and started to whisper with him like two high schoolers with a secret.

“He wants to leave us?” Young Jungkook asks Namjoon quietly from the couches along the wall where he was wedged between Taehyung and Jimin who were in the middle of a fistfight.

Namjoon glances in their direction, sighs slightly, then shakes his head and says, “He’s not leaving us, JK.”

“Jaaay-Kaaaay,” Hoseok bellows from the opposite side of the room as he slipped his outfit for the show on, making the youngest’s smile grow from pursed lips into a full set of impossibly perfect pearly whites. It was so big his eyes crinkled in the corners and everything.

Sunny acknowledges the rapport amongst the boys, a soft smile gracing her lips once she spies Jungkook’s. She’d only been in this room for a short amount of time, but it’s been enough to be able to tell that they care about each other immensely. Somebody was always sticking up for Jungkook who seemed to be the quiet one, somebody was always showing their appreciation for Namjoon, and somebody was always giving a compliment out like they were keeping score or something.

Standing behind Yoongi, she politely interrupts his gossip with Jin, apologizing twice as she does. Jin simply smiles, the only thing he’s been able to give her since she walked in the room, he was so starstruck by her beauty. Going over everything she was going to do with the boy who looked back at her with hollow eyes, she recognized she wasn’t going to get much of a response and let him continue his whispers with Jin. Whispers that she could now hear.

“You actually drove away this time, though,” Jin says, leaning closer over the arm of his chair that was nearly on two legs. Yoongi, who was watching Sunny work, shrugs gently so he wouldn’t disturb her.

“I get anxious in these rooms,” He mumbles, “Can’t stand it.”

“I know you do,” Jin frowns, “Did you get out of the car?”

“Yup.”

Jin’s mouth falls agape, “And did you get absolutely mobbed?”

“Do I look like I got absolutely mobbed?” Yoongi shoots him a side eye, sending his brother into a fit of giggles that triggers Sunny to giggle, instantly shying Jin. He gives her that silly grin again.

“There was barely anyone there,” Yoongi moves along with Sunny, tilting his head wherever her hands directed him.

“Ah,” Jin nodded once, “But there WAS somebody.”

“Yeah, and she wasn’t a fan,” Yoongi’s volume dropped even more, and he tapped Jin’s arm to remind him to turn his down as well.

“She was a hater?” Jin twisted his face, and scrunched his brows. Yoongi sighs, rolling his eyes.

“No, Jin. She had no idea who I was,” He says. Sunny’s ears perked up.

“Whoa.”

“I know,” Yoongi whispers, looking straight ahead when asked to, finally giving Sunny the smallest of smiles, the corners of his lips pricking up, “She was really cool.”

“You talked to her?” Jin’s arms now rested on the handles of Yoongi’s, seeming surprised that his brother would voluntarily succumb himself to interaction with another human being outside of the very small, but seemingly big world they lived and worked in.

“She wouldn’t have seen me if I didn’t say anything,” Yoongi exhales in a laugh, “She was arguing on the phone with… somebody. I wanted to make sure she was okay.” Sunny lifts her eyes to the mirror in front of her and catches Yoongi staring at his hands that were folded his lap. Arguing over the phone meant you had called your parents, or they had called you. Sunny knew you were hard headed, but you weren’t argumentative.

“Was she?” Jin asks, “Was she okay?”

“I think so,” Yoongi answers confidently, “She seems like somebody who can hold their own when the odds are against them.” Sunny smirks, catching Jin’s eye.

“How long did you talk to her?” He raises an eyebrow, focusing back on his friend instead of Sunny, whom he could admire for hours.

“Like, fifteen minutes,” Yoongi says swiftly, and Jin laughs aloud, just once, loud enough to grab Jimin’s attention away from Taehyung who was teasing him about who knows what.

“Do you know her name?” Jin’s eyes grow wide, as does his smile, and when Yoongi says your name Sunny just about drops her comb to the floor. It stutters momentarily between her fingers causing her to jump as she catches it, both of the boys looking up at her curiously.

“You okay?” Yoongi’s voice is soft toward her. Nodding, Sunny smiles, brushing away her shock.

“I’m great, sorry about that,” She takes a short breath thinking she was done speaking, “Actually,” But she was a Leo and incapable of keeping her mouth shut, “The girl that you spoke to?” Yoongi adjusted in his seat, suddenly sitting up a bit taller.

“Yeah?” He says with a gentle sigh, preparing to hang onto every word he may hear about you.

“She… says hi,” A little laugh escapes her. Slowly, Yoongi’s brows knit together. He was unsure what Sunny meant, or wondered if she was playing a cruel joke on him, not that she knew what you meant to him in this moment.

“Uh, what?” Jin finally speaks to her. Sunny smiles sheepishly, her shoulders beginning to eat her ears.

“I was just on the phone with her, she’s my best friend,” She says. Yoongi’s heart starts to beat faster, a confidence fueled tornado starts to stir in the deepest pit of his stomach. Sunny goes on to explain a bit more without exposing too many personal details, but does add that she assumes you talked to him about your parents, and he confirms with a tiny head bob.

“What are the chances,” Jin shakes his head and slumps backward in his chair in slight shock. Yoongi’s lips are slightly parted as he listens to Sunny talk about you, laughing with her like he knew you both when she mentioned the Dunder Mifflin joke she pulled earlier. He’s hanging onto every word, allowing them to swallow him whole, feeling brand new with this second chance he was given. Then, Sunny tells him you’re coming to the show, and the confidence fueled fire is snuffed out in an instant.

“Tonight?” He asks, tone back to being just above a whisper.

“Yes, she’s meeting me here as soon as I’m finished. I figured she wouldn’t be allowed back here,” Sunny resumes her work on his hair, finalizing the details, adding on the finishing touches before securing them with hairspray. Standing in front of him now, she pauses when his hand reaches up to take her wrist, and looking down at him she’s met with big, borderline puppy dog eyes. They share a second of silence, Sunny unsure of what to do.

“Bring her back here after the show,” Yoongi whispers, “Please.”

The hallways were busy, people were bustling by without a care as to where you and Sunny were headed. Holding onto her hand tight, you were looking all over, taking in faces, taking in the atmosphere that seemed chaotic yet incredibly intriguing. Every person backstage was dressed in black and had wires connected to headsets they were wearing that attached to these walkie-talkie looking things on their belts. These men and women were zoned in on their work, and looked happy to do it.

Stopping at a brown metal door with chips in the paint, Sunny pulled her ID from her little purple crossfit bag that hung at her hip and showed it to the security member who eyed you both curiously.

“She’s with me,” Sunny held up your hands. The security guard whose name tag read, Branson, glanced at you, then back to Sunny before pulling the door open. It made a creak as it opened, and led you to a long white hallway that looked like it belonged in a hospital. The lights appeared to be dimmed, but you figured that was because this venue was on the older side. Even the walls were scuffed up and written on, bringing you into the place's history and life.

This hallway was quieter with less people to push by. The big equipment was gone, the rolling black boxes on wheels no longer needed to be dodged.

Squeezing Sunny’s hand tighter, you feel your stomach flip with a nervousness. She glances back to you with a small smile, reassuring you without even having to say a word. The two of you take a left, continuing your trekking through the maze that was this concert venue.

“Sun, maybe I shouldn’t,” You say quietly to her, making her stop her feet. You bumped into her back with a giggle.

Her deep brown eyes glared at you, half laced with worry before her comforting tone asked you, “Why? What do you have to lose?”

“I don’t… I don’t know… Nothing?” You stutter in hopes to give her the right answer. A stagehand pushes by having you and Sunny step over to hug the cinderblock wall. She puts her hands on your shoulders and sighs.

“Do this for you,” She says, her expression softening, “You wanted his number hours ago, and now what? What happened between then and now?” Glancing at your shoes, you admit to yourself that she was right. Sunny was always, fucking always, right.

“He was a regular person before,” You look back up at her, shrugging, “Now he has screaming fans. He didn’t seem like…” Your voice hushes, your conscience not wanting to finish the sentence. Sunny frowns.

“Seem like what?” She asks. Your eyes follow the back of another stagehand who walks by you two, peeking over their shoulders themselves at you. They get further down the hall, pushing open a door to a dressing room that let excited voices bleed out into the hall. You suck in a deep breath.

“He didn’t seem like the kind of guy who would do this, or have… groupies,” You let out a pathetic laugh at the use of the word, “You made jokes earlier about this, but if that’s what’s happening here, I don’t think I want it. He seemed so normal, and nice, and perfect, and… different. We were laughing, Sunny. Like, you and I, laughter. He thought I was funny.”

Sunny smiles as you babble on and reached down to grab your hand again.

“Come on,” She encourages, “You don’t need to be a groupie, just come say hi.”

Following the curly ponytail down the rest of the hall, you come to another stop in front of the door that stagehand disappeared into moments ago. With your heart thudding away in your chest, you take subtle deep breaths to calm down, hoping Sunny wouldn’t notice, she did, and watch as she knocks a couple of times on the metal that has a decrepit number three scrawled on it. Even with the door shut you can hear the heightened voices and the shouting coming from inside, like everybody was coming down from a high because of the show… It sounded like fun.

“Come in!” Is shouted from somewhere inside, a voice that was unrecognizable to you. Sunny peeks at you with her cheeky smirk, as she reaches for the doorknob and pushes it open.

Some more dim light leaks into the hall as the thrill in the voices gets louder, wrapping around you, the sounds themselves pulling you into the room. It was like your feet had a mind of their own behind Sunny, the energy that poured over the threshold of the concrete floor sucked you straight inside.

There were two leather couches, one of them with three boys piled on top of one another laughing at something that had been said before the door was opened. Their heads were pointing toward a tall, broad shouldered man behind them who watched them with the most beautiful smile, his eyes alight with pride as he gazed down at his friends.

On the couch opposite the pile up, there was a boy with black hair, the only one with that shade, with his feet kicked up on the cushions beside him, his ankles crossed as he laughed with the others. They were all still dressed in the last outfit they had on from their performance, though a couple of them had shed the top layer. You couldn’t imagine how hot they had to have been wearing the clothes they had to wear while they danced.

“Sunny!” One of the boys on the couch shouts as he catches a glimpse of who walked in the door, the boy wedged between the other two who were much larger than him.

In the corner, behind the couches, Jin and Yoongi were sitting in the folding chairs they used to get ready, chatting with themselves about the show, and other things, along with the stagehand who had walked into the room a few moments prior. At the shout of Sunny’s name, Yoongi feels his entire nervous system jolt. Uncrossing his leg, he quickly jumps to the edge of his chair, glancing around the stagehand stealthily to see if Sunny had brought anything with her, for him.

Jin holds back a smile as he watches his brother, the conversation they were having had ended abruptly. It was meaningless scrambles anyway, Yoongi couldn’t seem to piece any words together while acting like he wasn’t anxious to see you again.

“Hi, Jimin,” Sunny sings, and everyone could hear the smile on her lips. Your eyes darted like mad over every face in the room, the four on the couches and the one standing behind it, seeking out one of familiarity. The boys all look at you and greet you with grins, the three that were messing around got themselves in order fast.

Sunny introduces you to them all by announcing you to the room, in true grand Sunny fashion, like you were the Queen of England, or a person of importance, which made you feel even sillier than you had felt walking down the hallway.

A boy on the couch, the one with chestnut colored hair stood up after he pushed Jimin off of him, and he walked up to you holding out his hand. Wanting to shy behind Sunny’s back, you feel your cheeks heat up as you take his hand and shake it, silently thanking the old venue for the dim lighting.

“I’m V,” He gives you a small smile before he bows his head, “Did you enjoy the show?” Letting go of your hand, he takes a step backward, holding his arms out to the side as if he was gesturing at himself. You can’t help but let out a little laugh, V’s aim of the game.

“I loved it,” You nod once, biting onto your bottom lip to cool your smile off. Sunny was right, again, they were all gorgeous, it was hard not to blush.

One by one they all introduce themselves, Namjoon taking the time out to give you a long handshake and a speech full of absolute gratitude that you were able to attend the show, and then he did the exact same to Sunny, sending his thanks to immense volumes because of what she had done for them tonight.

“We cannot thank you enough, seriously,” Namjoon patted the top of her hand he was holding with his other, and Jimin giggled behind him.

“You’ve said thank you twenty times, Joon!” The red head taunts, getting a glare from the older over his shoulder.

“You know what,” Namjoon starts, but is cut off by a hand grabbing his shoulder, one with slender, knobby fingers that you could probably trace every bone of. The veins that protruded off the back of the hand went right up an arm that led you to a face you were hoping to see. Meeting his eyes, you can’t help but smile.

“Hey,” You say so quietly you aren’t sure if anyone even picked it up. D’s smile grows, just like yours until you’re both at the point where you're laughing at yourselves. Dropping his hand to his side, he messes with his shirt and gives you a once over as you do the same to him, taking in his post show appearance.

“Words,” Jin, who now moved to the couch beside Hoseok, says aloud for everyone to hear, and your cheeks flush. Someone close to him berates him, shutting him up, making the whole room fall into a chatter, but you don’t see a thing.

The D you met on the curb was standing right in front of you, in his own dressing room after performing for hours, and you couldn’t wrap your head around it. There were hundreds of people in that room screaming his name, the name of the stranger you had told the story of your parents, something you didn’t do with anyone voluntarily. Looking him up and down entirely, twice, you laugh again, looking up into his eyes.

“Are we safe here?” You ask, squinting your eyes. D’s widen as his smile falters.

“What?” He half asks before cracking a laugh, “Oh, god,” He cheeses, scrunching his face. There’s a disruptive roar beside you both, threatening to steal your attention. “Can we go out there?” He gestures to the door, both of you ignoring the snickering behind you as you leave the nuts behind. Both of you sigh with relief as the door shuts and you’re left with still air.

It’s quiet for a moment as you watch each other before you bring the joke back up, “This is more dangerous than running drugs?” You smirk, and he laughs louder than he did inside, as if you were back on the curb. Glancing to his feet, he shakes his head before looking at you intently.

“You know… some days? It is,” D cocks his head to the side. Nodding, you bring your hands in front of you to fidget with the hair tie on your wrist, D’s eyes flickering down to it for a second.

“It was a great show, I had a lot of fun,” You say, “You’re pretty good at what you do, D.”

“D,” He repeats with a dramatic sigh, laughing at himself. You narrow your eyes.

“How many names do you have?” You ask, wanting to smile amongst the curiosity, but it just teases the corners of your lips.

“Uh, two,” He answers, “Suga,” He says with an obviousness, glancing to the dressing room door, “That’s a stage name.” This one you heard this afternoon, from Sunny herself.

“What about your real name?” Your volume had lowered within these couple of minutes, as did D’s. When you ask that question, he glances down at your fingers that were now twisting the hair tie around. Your eyes don’t leave his as he picks up a hand and gently puts it underneath the hand with the fingers doing the twisting.

His hand is cool to the touch, sending a chill up into your shoulder. Your breath is caught short in your throat, and you’re sure that your eyes have given away your shock. Letting your hand, that was much smaller than his, slip into his grasp while you're breathing shifts into manual, you swallow hard and definitely know your cheeks have gone pink this time.

“Yoongi,” He says softly, looking back into your eyes, smiling, “Min Yoongi.” The sound of his actual name warms your heart.

“See, now you’re like a real person,” You say.

“Was I not a real person before?” Yoongi furrows his brows, smirking curiously.

“Course you were,” You shrug, then roll your eyes, “That’s all you were, D, shit, Yoongi, sorry,” Closing your eyes tight for a moment, both of you laugh at your fumble, “Where did D come from?” You ask him after a breath. Yoongi starts to nod slowly, his eyes diverting from yours as he ponders his response.

“Little project, thing, or whatever,” He says at the same time as he exhales, “And, I guess it was a safety, you know?”

“Yeah,” You say, completely understanding where he was coming from, “To be completely honest, I’ve never heard of you guys until today.” Biting your bottom lip, you cringe, your expression begging him for mercy. Yoongi chuckles, that sound slowly becoming one you would love to try to draw out of him at any time of the day.

“It’s okay,” He says, “To be completely honest, I’m so lucky you’ve never heard about us until today.” His thumb drags over the back of the hand that he was still holding. You’d become so invested in his eyes you had forgotten that was happening, he was holding onto your hand.

“Really?” You start to smile, something small. Yoongi nodded gently, everything about this moment in time becoming increasingly delicate.

“Totally,” He says, “But I’m sorry for catfishing you,” His chin lowers, making his eyes appear more puppydog than they were already turning, and you giggle, “That wasn’t right.”

“No,” You take a peek at your hands and feel a little flutter in your stomach, a feeling you haven’t had in a long time, “You did what you had to do, you untouchable rockstar.” It was Yoongi’s turn to narrow his eyes.

“Untouchable?” He questions, and you nod. He goes to say something again, but instead lifts your hand into your line of sight, smiling with you as your smile grows.

“You know what I mean,” You sigh, tilting your head. You're about to pull your hand away, but he keeps a decent grip on it.

“I don’t think I do,” He grills, smizing at you. The sleepiness that now haunts his eyes makes your heart swell. Once again, the exterior doesn’t match the interior. This Yoongi that was dressed like a badass, you could tell just wanted to curl up somewhere comfortable and close his eyes.

“What?” He asks, and you shake your head, “No, what?” He bounces your hand a couple of times to pull an answer out of you.

“I just… I want to know… So much about you,” You say quietly, almost a whisper, and Yoongi pauses. Your words have him stuck. “This short amount of time we’ve had isn’t enough. You know a lot about me already, it’s not fair.” He hesitates before he answers.

“There’s not much to know,” His tone is hushed.

“Doubt that, you’re an Idol,” Your tone matches his with a disbelief written in it. Yoongi pops his brows once.

“Didn’t want to be,” He mumbles, and your face twists.

“What?” You sigh, and he nods.

“I was living a life like yours, almost,” He tilts his head side to side, “Parents, you know, life just getting me down in general,” You glance to your hands, your reaction telling him that you knew about that all too well, “I had to make money, or I really wasn’t going to get past eighteen.” You turn up your chin to meet his eyes, yours now full of remorse and curiosity.

“How old are you?” You ask.

“Twenty-two,” Yoongi says, “You?”

“Twenty-two,” You say, and he gives you a small smile.

“We both made it,” He whispers. Lifting your hand in his, he brings it close to him and presses a quick, soft kiss to the top of your fingers. Your lips part in surprise, watching him as he continues to speak, “You’re strong, I can tell, I already said that to Sunny earlier today. As far as things go with your parents, you don’t owe them anything. It’s your life, you should get to decide what you do with it.”

“Damn,” You mutter, glancing away for a second, “Honestly, wish I could get on a plane with you and get out of this city,” You huff out a laugh, “That would be… ideal.” He chuckles at your choice of words.

There’s a moment of comfortable silence between you. Both of you watching one another with something in the air, a feeling, a specific feeling sucking you both under at a relentless, unapologetic pace. The longer you stand here, the more you’re begging for this moment not to end.

“Know what?” Yoongi breaks the silence by letting go of your hand. Standing up straight, placing your hands behind your back unsure of what to do, you watch him as he hurries to get his iPhone out of his back pocket. He messes around with the screen, then holds it out to you.

“No way,” You laugh, looking at him before taking the phone.

“Claim your spot,” He smiles, making you shake your head at the joke.

“Is this against the rules?” You glance up at him after typing in your number. Yoongi presses his lips together.

“Very much so, but I don’t give a fuck right now,” He says matter-of-factly, laughing straight after, “You’re too interesting to let go of. You make it too hard to walk away.”

Keeping your smile to yourself now, you finish with his phone and hand it back over to him. Behind you, the doorknob to the dressing room jiggles and you figure someone is about to come out to tell you that one of you has to leave. Though the thought of having to leave him makes you want to throw a tantrum on the floor like a toddler, you know it’s inevitable.

“Thanks for listening about my life when you were under no obligation to sit on that curb for twenty minutes,” You say. Yoongi shrugs.

“I couldn’t ignore you,” He says, “There’s… There’s something about you I just,” He pauses to laugh, then sighs, “No one has ever pulled me under this fast, nor has anyone ever made it feel this good.” An uncertainty dances in his dark eyes, one that quite possibly matches your own, and you already know what you’re both thinking about.

There’s a shout from the dressing room, right before the door is thrown open so hard it collides with the wall with a thud. Yoongi glances at it over your shoulder, giving whomever it was a cold glare. It couldn’t have been Sunny. Fixed on his feline eyes, you let your mind wander to endless possibilities, some that would be deemed incredibly inappropriate for only having just met this guy today.

He was someone you could listen to for hours, and you agreed with everything he had to say. No one has ever pulled you under this fast, nor has it ever felt this good, and you’ve barely touched him. Hell, you barely know him, you’ve just learned his real name tonight, and it’s left you insatiably desperate to know more.

Yoongi looks back down to you as the commotion behind you grows, and he takes your hand in his once more. Bringing it back to his lips, he copies his kiss in the same spot and offers you a smile, one that you return happily.

“I’ll call you,” He whispers, “I promise.”

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claudioseraph · 4 months

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maybe this is a bit early but, how do you feel about how t8 did your favorite characters in the story? either in the main story or their character episodes

Boy Howdy! They did my babygirl (Claudio) dirty, all things considered! In fact I will copy paste the same thing I have put elsewhere while discussing with friends. Thanks for the ask!

Claudio overall had nothing to offer. Ever since they went back on the whole kidnapping thing he just became boring generic good guy. Like we Have that. We have Lars who is meant to be the good guy with good intentions, or at least the Mishima with the purest intentions. I wanted more of the devious Claudio who does suspect things but always for a good cause. I want him to seem untrustworthy on the surface but when you dig deep down he does want the best outcome, it's just that he is willing to do things a little bit off the beaten track of the "hero" to get those outcomes. Instead he is just the most Generic Guy. It's like they saw what they wrote for him in T7 and went "never mind." Like at this rate he could have just teamed up with Xiaoyu of his own accord rather than them saying he attempted to kidnap her and use her as bait, because he shows none of the traits that these actions would imply in the T8 story, nor in his own individualized story. He's just world's best purest exorcist. He doesn't even secretly want power. Not even a little bit. And if the intention was to show him growing from the person he was in T7 to the person we see in T8, that's also botched. Now in any of my fics with him I have to start with a disclaimer that the Claudio I write is the one that might have had some depth from T7, not the boring plain goody-two-shoes and nothing else from T8. He had so much potential to become something aside from plain good, a hero whose morals you have to consider and re-consider. A "One life for the lives of many" type guy. This was attempted in T6 (as a friend pointed out to me!!!) but poorly. I get it, moral ambiguity is not Tekken's strong point, but they started so well with Claudio and then dropped the whole plate of food on the floor. As for other favorites, I suppose Lars uh. Did what Lars does. I guess I don't expect much from him anymore aside from looking pretty (they hit this nail on the head, making up for his big Tekken 7 frog mouth) and being the most morally creditable Mishima. I will say they got rid of that little bit of underlying rage that they sometimes hint at,usually with just the ferociousness he fights with (which hasn't been dulled any but is basically now the only existing proof of it), something they displayed very brilliantly all those years ago when they first presented him with Tekken 6's intro. He's a force of nature, he can destroy so easily. He is relegated to sidekick for tekken 8 and none of that can really shine through. They decided to focus his character episode on his connection to Alisa instead of I guess anything more in-depth. There's really not much to say about him, now I think about it. You could probably replace him with any protag-coded guy. Kind of sad. A lot of characters needed a lot more love and attention than they got. Hwoarang just kind of disappeared at some point. His whole character arc has been "I have GOT to kick this guy's ass. Also I think something is Up with him does he need help??" and he shows up, goes "Whoops. Guess I lost." and then sort of appears every now and again to lend a helping hand. One step below sidekick. I actually haven't played his char episode yet so no idea if they give me anything at all for him.

#Tekken #Tekken 8 #Tekken Spoilers #Tekken 8 Spoilers #ask #anonymous

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mrultra100 · 9 months

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SOMEBODY ONCE TOLD ME-

I know it’s been a very long while since our last episode, but after dealing with other projects, along with real life getting in the way from time to time, we’re finally continuing our next part of the second road trip across the Maasrichtian. While it only has 5 segments like the last episode, and does borrow some of last season’s “Freshwater” thunder quite a bit, I still had a good time with Swamps. And the segments presented here do bring a few things to the table for PHP in general. You’ll see what I mean when we get into them.

Snacks on the wing

The episode starts with the wetlands of Asia, where baby azhdarchid pterosaurs are attempting to fly for the first time. Keeping up with this show’s record of baby animals meeting their end, the pterosaurs have to deal with the threat of getting eaten by a horde of Shamosuchus. Unlike the Simosuchus from earlier in the season, these relatives to today’s crocodiles and alligators comfort more to the shape that we’re used to seeing these reptiles in. While I don’t have much to say about this segment, I find it cool how it draws comparisons with how Freshwater crocodiles hunt flying foxes in Australia. Even when millions of years apart, some hunting strategies are just that good.

Gone fishin’

The episode then cuts to the forests of South America, where the focus is on a truly unique animal; Austroraptor. For those not aware, this was a species of raptor dinosaur that was not only huge for its family (Think 20 feet long), it also lived a life of hunting fish. These of these guys like what would happen if a grizzly bear and a heron had a baby together. The plot of this segment shows a young male trying to score some lunch of his own. Many of the larger adults can only only catch garfish like it’s not their problem (which is something that our male is new to), but they can be aggressive, often attacking each other if one of them disrupts the other’s hunt. Until he learns how to catch prey successfully, the best option that the main male has to take is to snatch someone else’s prey, and try not to lose at least a few feathers in the process.

“Hippity hoppity, get off my property”

We then cut back to Madagascar to see the return of another Season 1 veteran. Y’all must’ve loved Beelzebufo so much, you all wanted to see more of the bay dinosaur-eating frog (And I really wouldn’t blame any of y’all). And fortunately, Apple heard everyone’s pleas for the devil toad to return, so here we are! The segment has a male Beelzebufo trying to find a good place to attract a mate. Unfortunately for the frog, a herd of Rapetosaurus just happened to come back and waddle in the mud, making things even harder for the Beelzebufo. That must be frustrating.

The Beelzebufo then has to find a new place to set up his courtship display, away from the titanosaurs. After a bit of hopping around, and even doing this…

Keep on rollin’

Our champ eventually finds a good enough spot to try again, with the Rapetosaurus herd moving on. They even leave footprints in the mud that get filled with water. The only complaint that I have for this scene is the lack of the Beelzebufo raising his eventual tadpoles. The concept art for the devil toad that was made by Gaëlle Seguillon refers to it as “Beelzebufo adult”, so it could be possible that devil tadpoles were considered to be in the show. Either that, or we could see another Beelzebufo-themed segment in a possible Season 3, taking alot of inspiration from how African bullfrog males raise their young. I may or may not be planning to add that to my hypothetical Season 3 idea, so keep your eyes peeled.

Head Games

Despite the episode literally being called “Swamps”, we cut to a dusty plain in North America, where the area in question used to be a swamp that eventually dried up. It’s here where we see the second pachycephalosaur of the series in the form of Pachycephalosaurus itself. It’s no secret that the domed heads of these creatures were used for some sort of territorial display, so we see an older male fighting a younger and rowdy male, who has been causing trouble for the herd. After a long and hard duel, the old male is knocked down, and his younger rival bellows out in victory. This turns out to be a bad idea, as it gives the old male time to get back up and strike down his rival. With the battle lost, the young male is then exiled from the herd, where he has to fend for himself. I’m not gonna lie, he’s gonna need everything in his kit to survive. Y’know why?

In the night, no one can hear you roar

The last segment of the episode shows us how basically terrifying T. Rex can be when hunting. After the last season shows how these giant predators can be doting parents or a loving couple, this segment serves as a reminder that this is still Tyrannosaurus Rex that we’re talking about. When night falls on the floodplains of Hell Creek, a couple of T. Rex brothers stalk around the forest, spying on a group of Edmontosaurus. The two split up, with one of them stepping on a fallen branch, intentionally causing the herd to get nervous. Thanks to their padded feet muffling any heavy footsteps that could be heard, along with their extremely good night vision, the predators spring into action. While one of them lunges for an Edmontosaurus, the latter is sent towards the other T. Rex. With both of them clamping their bone-crushing jaws into their hapless prey, the hunt is soon over, and the two get to enjoy their hard-earned meal. A funny thing to mention is how neither of the T. Rex crashed into the opening, roaring as they charged towards their prey. Large predators cannot afford to waste precious energy by running out and screaming like a mad man, so they need to be careful, often turning to ambush tactics to catch prey. If anything, this instance of averting usual pop-culture depictions of dinosaurs serves to make these beasts scarier than they already were. Unlike the mindless, perpetually roaring and shrinking movie monster that shakes the ground itself with every step, you’d never see or hear the real thing coming, until it’s too late…

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This takes the phrase “Bonehead” to a new level

The Uncovered segment of the episode takes a closer look at how pachycephalosaurs like Pachycephalosaurus used their domed heads in fighting. I don’t have alot to say about this part, but I can say that headaches must be a major pain when it comes to these guys.

And with that, we only have 2 episodes left. I apologize for pumping this review out late into the month. Being busy with other projects, along with dealing with real life stuff and being a lazy ass from time to time can do that to you. Nonetheless, the next review on our list covers one of my favorite episodes in the entire series so far, so that’ll be fun when we get to it. Get ready to “dive” in again next time, because we’re gonna be soaking up the thirst of the land.

…I hope you laughed at that joke.

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a-romantic--aromantic · 2 years

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<- is making insane decisions about aro/aspec “picnic” at pride next year.

The plan was originally to have it be completely unofficial and just me in the dc pride festival on an aro flag picnic blanket with some crafts but idk my mental health is crashing and making these things/organizing this may help. idk i want my future to be in community organizing so. it makes me feel good. anyways onto what i was talking about:

So. im deciding if i want to be someone with a table or not, if i want it to be aro or aspec, or if i want to have pride stuff available for donation only or not (aka no money accepted). (idk what to donate towards. maybe just explaining that i made all of this with my own free time/ money and any extra money will get donating to ace and aro advocacy project- which i think is located in the same city as the pride event- or AUREA? or just outright donating but… this all sounds really expensive which im anxious about but. i am okay with outright donating if thats a better idea idk)

ANYWAYS

I’m not sure if a table costs money or anything, but I dont think aro culture and aro pride should be locked behind a paywall. If I have aro pride stuff available, it would likely be:

bulk purchased silicone rings. the packs of rings dont just come in white, and almost always contain black, but id just have all the colors in a bowl with a sign about the meanings of black and white rings

diy low quality stickers. and im talking printouts and packing tape level quality. id probably also reach out to some aro/aspec artists if theyd be okay with me printing some of their designs for free pride stickers with their @ on the back. again, no profiting off their art, just having subtle aro/aspec options for closeted folks. also obviously the pride flags themselves/ like the heart emojis and stuff. if i get permission for the <2 i also think thatd be funny to have. id try to print off as many of the specific arsospec identities as i could, too.

some mini pride flags. like on the little stick and stuff? i already reached out to somebody about aplatonic and the new aspec flags. these will be on display at minimum, but im tempted to see how much bulk purchasing to give away for free would cost

….real pride flags, including aplatonic and the new aspec flag. im most hesitant about this because $$$ but…. i know how much it would mean to people, yknow?

i also want like. *stuff to do* to engage in community building and growth, so id likely have kandi bracelet stuff too, and be making aro/aplatonic/aspec bracelets to entertain myself while i sit there for folks without the time to make their own. (also! apparently grey bracelets are an old greyspec symbol. thats so cool!)

ive had it in my mind since early 2020 i want aro ribbon available for turning into shoelaces and im not gonna let up on this decision.

i just…. i really want to be able to connect with members of my community and raise awareness and recognition or aros/apls/aspecs in queer spaces, and i thought this may help.

these things are a little more hesitant but im thinking shrinky-dink keychains of these things/culture and symbols…? same thing @ artists, but uhhh if no one approves ill draw my Very Best. most of these will ALSO be stickers (if i do it)

(these are all old or current aspec culture. aro specific ones im more likely to do. also apl im more likely to do and may get ** but idk yet)

arospec

dragons

yellow roses

<2 (i got permission!!!!)

a little crown?? people are referencing jughead and you know what Sure.

frog,,

green! we sure do love green huh. just like scribbles gkfhjf

…garlic bread? i think i saw that get phased out for dragons but you know what sure

plants..? i hadn’t realized that counted ngl

gryphons! i knew about them

(cacti/succulents but i already said plants)

“no romo”

does space count as aspec culture? idk guys

peridot and labradite? hm. cool!

somebody said aardvarks but ive never seen that before. apparently theyre a really old symbol. thats so cool!

💚 and 💔

pizza and ice cream but garlic bread got more popular (tho these are easier to draw)

manticores

i saw rats..? ehhh im hesitant on that one

Nandays and Caiques :) okay this one is cute

acespec

pegasus

cake

dragons are also very definitely acespec too

pirates

axolotls (though i think we can share)

wolves??? huh.

apparently ghosts are greyspec and!!!! holy shit that me! thats my name! fucking Wild Thats So Cool

someone reffed dinosaurs? cool cool

aaaahhhhg so space is Definitely acespec i forgot the whole spAce thing lol

purple

badgers and unicorns? hm

♠️♣️♥️♦️ cards/symbols. i also recognize peole can turn these into earrings which. real. queer culture irl.

aplatonic

<2 (this is more loveless/heartless but i see it used a lot in aplatonic circles as well)

apples

bees, worms, and birds have been proposed but havent seen much use yet. there has been some use though!

tbh since i cant find much ill likely have a sign that says something like “aplatonic culture is only recently getting enough visibility to be seen as separate from aro culture, so as the growing community develops new symbols we should keep an eye out! im excited to watch this community and identity finally get recognition like it deserves

do i propose platonic solids? idk you guys

*aspen/fang reminded me that non-platonic solids exist as well and are getting used as a symbol. Nice!

general aspec

cryptids

im not making an aroace category but someone said handshake tattoos… imma pass on this one because its not apl friendly

i associate cross stitch and diy patches as aro core/ aspec but thats just me

lambda is queer culture and we belong to that too

i saw a lot of black triangle (as well as gradient) refs but idk if that is Ace Specific or not, but it Is a symbol i think is important to not overlook

ive seen bees used every so often in aro communities as well as aplatonic,

you know what the d&d “roll for x” is funny ill take that

flags

anyways sorry i kinda went off with the research But. ive wanted to do this for Years (since 2019/early 2020 when this blog started Yknow. happenin) and i. i want to make it actually happen in 2023. its going to. i am gonna will it into existence. i just want to build a community i can interact with, yknow? thats all.

Anyways let me know what you think! i recognize this is a Lot and honestly ridiculous but who knows, yknow?

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I have moved to a new place, which means going through some very, very old boxes of mine. Here's some running commetary I did for some of it on Twitter

Photo 1: When I was a little lass, I used to buy these chapsticks called Lipsmackers. They came in a zillion different flavors. I used to bite them like candy. To be fair they really, really marketed them as if they were candy. They made many of the caps with a hole in them so you could wear the chapstick on a necklace chain for some reason (which I did).

Why do I still have them? Well when I got older and stopped eating these things, I still liked to use them like a normal human, but also just to smell them, they were very nice smelling. They. Do Not smell nice anymore but that is to be expected. It's been a while.

Anyway that's a very weird product from the past, the joy of collecting all the flavors and wearing them on a necklace was just as much a part of the process as actually using them, they made every single one a unique color and I think that was to appeal to Collectors. Like I got legit so excited when I went to the store and saw New flavors. And the glittery-colored ones were like cracking open a pack of cards to find a Foil, lol

Also, I discovered my Chocolate Milk chapstick has the last name of my childhood best friend in pernament marker, I fucking borrowed her chapstick and never gave it back, which is hilarious to me

Dr Pepper was the best flavor, for the record.

Photo 2: So while I was reminiscing about lip gloss, I discovered the company STILL EXISTS (I assumed they were long dead, as many fads of the 90s go). So I bought a new pack for old time's sake! They're . . . not as good smelling or as tasty as I remember them being, but they probably have changed the formula in the time span of a couple decades, to be fair.

Photo 3-4: I just wanted to say this is peak cell phone design and I miss it. I got to play Snakebar, feel like I was using a Star Trek TOS communicator, I didn't have the incredibly depressing Entire Internet with me 24/7, it actually fits into even women's pockets, it has physical buttons, I see no downsides here.

Photo 5-6: A selection of some of my Littlest Pet Shop collection from when I was a kiddo. They are vastly superior to modern Littlest Pet Shop toys, and it saddens me that kids won't get to enjoy sets like these anymore. Not only do these things actually look like animals, but the attention to detail is incredible and they are functional toys. The frogs can 'leap' with a catapault. The mice can navigate a maze with a cheese that has a magnet in it. The chamelion changes color in warm water. They all did things. And they all came with accessories (food, brushes, cat litter boxes, etc) and playsets.

Photo 7: Typical box of toys from my youth: Dinosaurs dragons bugs monster trucks lizards roaarrrrr oh also a polly pocket, Iguess. This was the duality of a tomgirl who also happened to like Very Small Cute Things. So pretty much my toys were either typical "boy's toys" or they were Cute and Small (Littlest Pet Shop, My Little Pony, Polly Pocket, etc). I didn't like dolls except I did some have Barbies as a VERY tiny tot, but it was because I loved Barbie's Tiny Plastic accessories (tiny plastic shoes, food, whatever) more than the actual dolls, lol

Photo 8: Holy shit you guys I loved Giga Pets so much as a kid. This is a selection of some of them. (Well actually one of the ones in the photo is a Nano Pet) Giga Pets were a very popular spinoff of the Tamagotchi craze. Sadly these Giga Pets have sat too long in storage and their screens are pretty much fried, despite the fact that they otherwise seem functional; but it won't do much good if I can't see them properly. (If I tilt the screen at a really intense angle I can make out the display sometimes) I liked Giga Pets more than Tamagotchi because the Giga Pets had way more features and interesting things to do, as well as a wide selection of animal types. Sadly they are no longer in production.

Fun story, the pink Giga Pet in that photo is a Koala. I kept one alive for 100 consecutive days one time. That's an incredibly long time for a Giga Pet. Once he turned 100, we had a birthday party for him with a cake and everything. Not long after that, he died because the batteries got too low. I felt very sad when he departed.

I used to wear these things on a chain around my neck and went everywhere with them. So I had like 3 or 4 of these things hanging off me quite a lot. Again, I was pretty intense with my hyperfixations even as a kid, and I had a strong Collector sort of craving. I had Digimon as well, btw! I enjoyed the battle aspect to them, as primitive as it was. I wonder where the rest of my virtual pet stash is.

Photo 9: The first home computer our family had, the reliable little Macintosh SE. SOMEHOW, when I got this thing out of storage and flipped the switch, it fucking booted up without any problems. I can't tell you how intensely wild that is, this thing is incredibly old and so many things can go wrong with its parts at this age.

A lot of fond memories with this thing. I spent a LOT of time with Hypercard, making my own stacks and games. Played a lot of the original Manhole too. I know for a lot of folks, their first home computer was an Atari, but I grew up with Macs. Back then they were actually wonderful machines, though modern Mac products now leave much to be desired.

That's all for now for the Nostalgia hype.

#nostalgia #long post #mycontent

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🫀 ?

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a game i played

im going to discuss my latest obsession: slay the princess! just 30 minutes ago or something i was playing it (well at the time i was typing this part. so technically just last week-ish i was playing it LOL)!! i wont really explain the game but i'll review it and share some screenshots ive taken (and i have taken a LOT of screenshots. i'll probably focus more on showing off the screenshots i took and just talking about the game yk) warning for possible spoilers and horror stuff!! (like violence/gore/body horror. theres not a lot of that but some screenshots ARE heavy on that)

this is one of the first... Interesting Scenes i encountered in the game and it really left a big impression on me. this game really knows how to leave an impression on someone. this screenshot kind of encapsulates how this game is like. fiercely unafraid to be deranged, unexpected, terrifying. the previously adorable princess becomes grotesque as she barely hesitates to fucking chew her hand off to be free from the chain. she doesn't hold back and neither does this game

GOD, SHE LOOKED SO CUTE HERE. SHE'S JUST A LITTLE SQUIMBLY. HER LARGE EYES, THE LITTLE SPECKS OF BLOOD AROUND HER CUTE LITTLE MOUTH. THE WAY SHE CALMLY WATCHES THE PLAYER CUT THE REST OF HER HAND OFF. THIS IS SO GROTESQUE BUT SO FUCKING CUTE

i really love the art in this game. the art perfectly depicts the princess in whatever way she needs to be depicted like the art style is so perfect for this game.

she can be your sweet loving angel or your burning corpse that will love you forever or your soon-to-be rival for eternity or the twisted fucking cyclepath that wants to torture you forever.

let's ignore that i took... so many screenshots... of the route where the hero/the smitten gets together with the princess... and lets ignore how i kind of agree with what the stubborn says in the 4th screenshot... and what the smitten said in the dialogue just before that......

GOD THE PRINCESS IS SO FUCKING PERFECT NO MATTER WHAT FORM SHE TAKES WAAAAAAAHHH

in this infodump you will slowly watch my descent into madness and love and adoration for the princess that i'm supposed to slay

she's so adorable i want to be with her forever

she's so crazy i want to be with her forever

another art-related thing i love about the game is the parallax effect! it's so smooth (except for the times that my potato laptop lags but ofc it's not the fault of the game at all) and it feels like a storybook! i noticed that the little effect on the screen where the lines move like scribbles is called a "boil effect" and every time i think of it, i think of the term "boiling frog syndrome" which means "the failure to act against a problematic situation which will increase in severity until reaching catastrophic proportions." it's probably just a coincidence but i cant help but think of it often and it feels profound and i like to pretend that it has a connection to the game. the hero is a frog in boiling water waiting for its doom ^_^

next, i ADORE the voice acting. the voice acting carries a lot of the entertainment value of the game (i'm not saying the game would be boring without it though but gosh the voice acting makes everything so much better) JONATHAN SIMS' VOICE ACTING HERE IS SO FUCKING GOOD okay confession i tried to convince myself that the VA for the narrator and the VA for the voices in your head were two completely different people but a quick google search proved me wrong and ALL OF THOSE WAS VOICED BY SIMS?????? THATS FUCKING CRAZY THE RANGE OF EMOTION HE CAN PERFECTLY DISPLAY IS SO AMAZING

the narrator and each voice has so much personality and theyre all so distinct and they all kind of talk in different tones as well and this just makes me respect him even more. and perhaps even want to listen to more magnus archives later

speaking of the voices in your head, chapter III the arms race and chapter IV mutually assured destruction were so funny the way the hero collects all the voices in his head ever in hopes that those dumb fucks MIGHT help us out in defeating the princess in battle and then the player just KICKS ALL OF THEM OUT AND REMOVES THEM. EVEN THE NARRATOR

LIKE IDK MUTUALLY ASSURED DESTRUCTION WAS A SUPER COOL CHAPTER HOW THE PLAYER COLDLY GETS RID OF EVERYONE TO FACE THE PRINCESS DIRECTLY AND IT RESULTS IN THE TWO OF THEM FIGHTING EACH OTHER FOR LIKE ALMOST ETERNITY LIKE TWO EQUALS UNTIL THEY BOTH "DIE" TOGETHER BY EACH OTHER'S HAND

anyway the razor route was the route i most recently played and when i got sent back to the long quiet something was Different. it turns out that i've finished enough routes or brought enough vessels that the princess (?) (idk what to call her but calling her by just The Princess doesnt feel right so i'll add a question mark at the end of it every time i talk about her) and the player were able to evolve

wait no maybe her name IS the shifting mound. okay i'll call her the shifting mound now

the shifting mound's design is so fucking cool though holy shit. aaaaaaaaaaahhhh the haaaaaandsssssss HANDS! OF TIME WILL WRING MY NECK! EVERY LITTLE MOMENT SPELLS REGRET

but anyway yeah back to what i was talking about

you've grown! and then i got a steam achievement named "the bloat"

and so has the shifting mound. she looks like that because the latest route i completed was the razor (the one with the mutually assured destruction) and i played it until the final form ig.

i really like the shifting mound and the relationship she has with the player. shes very kind and gentle with me

we only have each other

she doesnt mind that i hurt the princesses, because the pain is needed to gain new perspectives, and she needs those new perspectives to get us the hell out of here

this was very sweet. after she said that, the game closed and i thought it was a problem on my side but when i reopened it, i realized its intentional and that she had actually been waiting for me, and when i reopened the game, she was still there by my side like she promised. and that was even sweeter. like wtf i will forever quote "i will be here forever waiting by your side until you're ready to return to mine"

okay so that was supposed to be the end of this infodump but i played the game a bit more after i gathered all those screenshots so. more slay the princess discussion

the witch is probably my favorite version of the princess. i adore her beastlike qualities and she just looks SO silly and adorable she looks like >:3

i just really think it's neat that the princess and the environment changes based on the player's actions! it's really fun seeing what's new every time i move on to a new chapter. theres the big changes like the cabin and the basement and also small changes like the princess' crown.

i couldnt help but stop the cycle of violence between us and rebuild her trust for me. the thorn was a very meaningful and deep chapter and i enjoyed it. i couldnt bear to break her trust again

okay thats all i wanna play more stp during summer ^_^

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selfdestructivecat · 2 years

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Random Patton Headcanon Time because I had a Thought (ft. Remus, Janus, and Virgil because this also involves them)

So I’ve been thinking about the color green. Specifically it’s significance in the Sanders Sides universe. Obviously, green is associated with our favorite Intrusive Thot. But that’s not the only place it shows up. Or rather, that’s not the only Side it shows up on.

Who else does it show up on?

1) Janus, as his scales canonically are green.

2) Patton, when he transforms into a huge frog in SvS.

So, what’s the connection? Is there even one, or do you just need to take a nap, Me?

Well, my dear friendos and the voice inside my head, I argue that there is!

Green is associated with things c!Thomas deems as wrong.

(continued below)

Think about it! Remus’ entire existence and whether or not it’s bad to have intrusive thoughts takes up an entire episode, and even when everything is resolved, you can tell that c!Thomas and most of the other sides are still apprehensive. And what color is Remus? Green.

And what about Janus? While he has recently been given more trust and influence, c!Thomas still doesn’t like the idea of lying. Lying is bad, and he doesn’t want to be bad. Therefore, green scales. He isn’t entirely green, since his role as self-preservation is something c!Thomas acknowledges is important, but the symbolism is still there.

And finally, Patton. Normally, there’s not a speck of green on him. After all, he’s Morality. He’s essential. He’s good. Except suddenly he’s not, and his usual gusto and self-assurance are now hurting c!Thomas instead of helping. He doesn’t mean to, of course he doesn’t, but that doesn’t change the fact that the plane is crashing and it’s his fault.

Suddenly, Patton is not so good. He’s destructive and gross and green, a manifestation of his own inner conflict. He hurt c!Thomas, his precious kiddo. He hurt Logan, his fear provoking him to dismiss Logan when the logical Side was just trying to help. He hurt Roman, who just wanted to be a star.

Patton is bad, his green displayed for everyone to see as the world burns around him. He grows and expands, as if his body isn’t a big enough canvas to display all of his flaws. He’s bad, and even when he shifts back into his normal form, he knows that the green is still there, hidden away until he can’t hide it anymore.

BUT WAIT, you may argue. What about Virgil? Wasn’t he “wrong” before he was accepted? Wasn’t he “bad”?

Well, not exactly.

C!Thomas never had an episode where he argued about whether or not he was a bad person because he had anxiety. He never felt like he was wrong because of Virgil. He’s had episodes where he talks about dealing with anxiety, but he doesn’t claim that having anxiety makes him a bad person like he does with lying or having intrusive thoughts.

Anxiety is a mental illness, and while c!Thomas initially shows frustration towards Virgil, he doesn’t argue the morality regarding having anxiety because he doesn’t need to. He had accepted that anxiety is part of himself, as shown by Virgil’s frequent presence and inputs into the conversation even before he was capital-A Accepted. Virgil wasn’t necessarily liked, but c!Thomas had never deemed anxiety as something about himself that’s wrong.

(And this is further supported by Patton, the embodiment of c!Thomas’ morality, reaching out to Virgil. Patton is cautious around Janus at first, and Remus outright scares him. But he’s never scared of Virgil, and any negative thoughts he has regarding the anxious Side are soon replaced with love for his Dark, Strange Son.)

Now, I know what you’re thinking. “But Cat! Intrusive thoughts aren’t bad! They’re a symptom of many mental illnesses, and someone having intrusive thoughts doesn’t make them a bad person!”

And you are absolutely correct! But sadly, there is still a lot of stigma towards intrusive thoughts, and it’s easy to internalize these ideas, which is exactly what c!Thomas does. As told in DWIT, c!Thomas’ Catholic upbringing instilled ideas that even thinking bad things is a sin. To him, Remus is wrong, and even though he’s managed to debunk most of these instilled ideas with Logan’s help, it isn’t easy to simply dismiss concepts that have been uncontested for years.

But what’s the title of Remus’ most recent video? Working Through Intrusive Thoughts. Slowly, c!Thomas is accepting Remus as part of himself, just like he did with Virgil. And he’s almost entirely accepted Janus, as shown by how Patton is trying to be amicable with the deceitful Side.

Things would be great, if it weren’t for the fact that there was one side Patton was starting to not trust, one side (I would argue) that Patton was stating to hate: himself.

Because he’s green. Because he’s wrong. He hurt c!Thomas and the other Sides, and someone who is good doesn’t hurt his friends.

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muffindaddystyles · 3 years

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After all, Moon is just a rock without Sun.

Trigger warning: Mentions of failed attempt suicide, blood and hospital, Angst.

It’s a chirpy day. Though, there are grey murky clouds in Y/N's apartment and she doesn’t know from where all of it came from, but this is the end.

She badly wants this to be an end.

She stares the brown envelope sitting at her nightstand and all of it comes crashing upon her tiny head and drowning her into depths and sorrows and guilt and agony of her past and present, reminiscing the cracks of happiness she got here and there.

Her breath shudders. The excitement of valentines day glittery outside and she smiles, happy for everyone out there getting to be loved and cherished and pampered.

She gets all of that too – with Harry she gets to pool into all of the giddiness but —- there always buts with Harry because she isn’t his person, she never was.

He’s always gonna be her true bezzy as he describes in true Harry fashion.

She’s grateful for that.

But, she thinks it’s enough for her. She has reached where everyone human wants to – getting to feel loved after many hardships and now when she has enjoyed it and got to know what it feels like to have it all -- she thinks it’s time for her to go.

To get rid of the loneliness that resides inside her, she was never able to overcome and she pinches the blade in between her fingertips and bunches Harry’s hoodie towards her nose smelling it and it warms her heart, it warms every part of her and she really really thinks that the apology in that letter will be enough for him to move on.

She whimpers. Staring blankly as the blade inches into the thin skin of her wrist slowly and painfully and to make it less painfully she tears her delicate skin apart in one swipe and bites down a cry, putting the blood coated life taking thing on the couch and stands up a bit wobbly letting the thick dark droplets fall on the carpet.

She walks towards her bed and flumps into white sheets. Eyelids fluttering and lips parted shallow and they snap open upon the beep of her notifications and when she looks at it – a sad sob tugs out of her lungs.

She lays on her side not focusing the way blood seeps into white sheets and spreads like roots, making a horrific past of her tragedy. Instead, she keeps on watching the video Harry sent to her with hooded tired eyes and a beautiful peaceful smile.

Snuggles into sheets that smells like sunnies and peonies and the cinnamon musk he wears.

His skin soft and curls bouncy and everywhere, his gorgeous face on display and his dimples coveting adorably as he tries to hover the camera at the tray of red velvet cupcakes just as she likes, “Look ducky made cupcakes f'you – two batch in total —--,” She really wants to know for whom the other batch is for but she just shakes her head and giggles wetly, letting her tear tickle her nose when he pouts and shows her the frosting, “Ruined the tops – tried to make frogs on it —-- remember you asked me to? I still’ve some naked ones we could try some froggies on it later —---- .....” His words spins soothingly in her brain and her blurry gaze fills with panicked tears; because she just realised that this isn’t what she wants.

What did she do?

Oh my goodness what did I do?

It’s late and I can’t go back and I’m really gonna miss Sparkly and he'll be so sad to see me like this, but it’s too late Y/N – her heart thumped and it jumps when something pounded loudly and it’s her head maybe.

Harry waits at the door. His grin big and gleeful. He jumps on his toes a bit and he couldn’t believe he's about to do it today, but no matter what happens he’s gonna confess to her and he frowns a tad when no response comes from inside – not even the hum of her sweetness and the prattle of her steps --- there's eerie silence and Harry doesn’t like that.

He waits and ponders over. Then sighs and was about to retreat back but he knows that he’s too lazy to walk all the way back and come back again, so he shimmies her door's key from under her lavender pot.

When he stumbles inside he grins seeing his sleepy head –-- snoring in broad daylight, his ears perking at his own voice echoing through the speaker of her phone and it makes his heart flutter and he has this evil plan to bounce on her mattress and annoy the shit out of her.

But.

When he comes to stand over her and his eyes falls over the bloody sheets and her wrist cut open, her body limp and lifeless – her cheeks soaked with tears and her mouth gasping for oxygen his grin falls drastically into a frown as he went blank for a moment.

Nothing.

Just pitch darkness.

His heartbeat drops.

His breath getting sucked out of his lungs and he feels like fainting.

The white noise that stings his ears and the heart that stopped working a second ago revives back and he wished it didn’t – the tray falls from his trembling hand onto the floor and he’s turning her over and his tears are falling from his throat down to her skin and he’s tripping on his knees and cradling her face trying to jostle her unconscious body.

“Baby ---.. wake up please ....” He weeps and tries to shake her with all the frailness he was left with and he's despising how her usual glowy skin is getting paler by every moment.

She isn’t his Y/N. She'd never do it without giving a second thought for him because she cares about him and he screams hoarsely trying to lift her up and into his chest to hug her – but everything has got so heavy for him.

He's feeling so small.

So helpless and vulnerable.

“Baby!!! I said wake up, pet --- s'not fair ---... y’ve to —- y've t'.... brought – brought you yer favourites .. now don’t be mean and open yer eyes, I know you’re teasin’ me.” He has officially lost it. He thinks he’s going crazy and hallucinating things – trying to avoid the reality.

He cries patting her cheek and his breath hitches in his throat when he plants his ear to her chest and there’s feeble thump of her heart.

He’s lunging quick and picking her up in his arms and squeezing her protectively to himself, slipping outside through her door in rush and panic – her head bobs and her wrist dangles from his forearm as he doesn’t wait for elevator and flies down the stairs with shouts for people to fuck themselves away and breaking every speed limit to reach hospital.

His grip on her hoodie loosens with each step they take towards the ER and he pleads them to let him in but the doctors pushes him out of the flapping doors and he’s tumbling back and onto the tiled floor, almost straining his ankle in attempt.

They told him she’s okay. But, needs a good rest since she lost alot of blood and visitors aren’t allowed –-- before five hours so he waits – he waits alone and with dire pain just to get a single glimpse of her and asking the doctors again and again if she’s okay.

Next he knows the sun is leaving him and he’s left in company of darkness before his friends are surrounding him – comforting and consoling him.

He doesn’t need it. Because, he isn’t feeling anything. He’s numb to his stomach and when they look down at him in sympathy – everything comes churning in his throat and he’s pushing everyone away and tumbling towards the washroom sliding against the floor knees first and throwing inside the bidet with loud groany noises.

He feels like all of his organs will come out and spurt infront of him at this point.

He tries to grab onto something and almost falls back, walks on his wobbly legs towards the sink and splashes water harshly on his face that it hurts.

His eyes struck at himself in the mirror and he can’t recognize himself ... his eyes hollow and his skin crumbled and his flimsy shirt sticking to his chest from dried blood and he doesn’t give a fuck unless his baby is alright and he’s griping the edges of the sink hunching forward as more cries squelches out of him.

He doesn’t wipe the tears away and when walks outside Sarah is rushing to help him but he’s gesturing her to stop and falling on the bench. Throwing his head against the wall and his chest heaves as he mutters gaining everyone's attention, “She almost died ...”

“She’s okay now, H.” Luna tells him but he kisses his teeth and grunts angrily.

“No. No, you don't get it!! She. Is. Not.” He pushes the heels of his palms against his sockets and rubs them in frustration, “I was the only one she got ‘n –-- I wanted to make her feel loved not — fuck, I failed her. I failed the only person that matters to me, ‘course I lacked somethin’ s'why she didn’t tell me what was goin' on with her.” Fresh tears brims at his lashes and Sarah squeezes his shoulder.

“When I saw her all blue ‘n bloody, was so scared to even touch her ---... thought I died at that mo' ‘s worse than dyin' Sarah ... watchin' ye’loved one slip from yer life ‘n – ‘n that you’ll never have ‘em again —--...” He stutters and runs his palms down his face.

“I’m in so much pain watchin' her suffer on that ventilator ...” His bottom lip wobbles and he rocks back and forth on the bench, hair falling in his eyes but he doesn’t do anything to push them back.

Luna doesn’t have a heart to give him that letter. Not knowing how he’ll take it considering he’s already broken to pieces and dust, lingering on bit of a hope.

But, when the nurse comes and tells them their time is over and only one person could stay with Y/N, Luna's handing the letter to Harry leaving him confused and frowning.

Though, he’s glad when they let him inside the room and a shiver runs down his spine upon seeing thick tubes pricking and poking the delicate skin of his ducky.

Her unconscious body looks peaceful and halo like and it’s scary.

He doesn’t make a noise. Tries to be as quite as possible and bites down at his lip to avoid from tearing up but he ends up so, caressing her flushed cheek and kisses her temple feeling her light breath hit his neck.

“’M so sorry, ducklin'. I’m baby. Fo' being late in everythin’ ....---” He sniffles. Wiping at his nose and sits beside her as close as he could – feathering his finger pads at her knuckles and flinches back when the finger she has a heart rate monitor on twitches and he’s afraid that he hurt her.

He keeps on watching her not blinking an eye and when he couldn’t sleep he takes a look at the letter sitting in his lap.

He shakes his head and ignores it. Then his trembly fingers are opening it and raising it infront of his eyes and he recognizes the writing right away and it makes him whimper pathetically.

He recites the words. Not able to feel the moisture ticking down his throat, the pet name she used to call him rattling in his brain and he remember the night they met – he can never forget that night.

Dear Sparkly, I know you’ll be very grumpy and angry with me when you’ll get this letter -- but, it’s okay. Yeah? I’ll be looking at you from above don’t worry —-- so you better not be silly with yourself.

And he could imagine her sweet eyes getting all big and concerned.

I just wanted to let you know that I love you. I’ve loved you .... since that night when you were sitting at those steel stairs opposite to the rooftop of the vacant building I was sitting at and you eyed me peculiarly when I stood at the edge waving at you – just because you had your earphones plugged but you weren't wearing them --- it was cute because you were too engulfed, staring at the moon.

He’s baffled that she remembers the smallest detail. Harry wasn’t feeling very well and came to that empty rooftop to relax, only to get interrupted by a cute girl.

She trailed behind him like a ducklin' after that -- as if she got the cute orange beak to chatter his anxiousness away.

I want you to be careless and free and never feel like you’re struck inside your own body and I want you to love -– to make sure you feel loved.

I hope that you’ll have someone with whom you could gaze at moon for hours, listening to Beatles together sharing one headphone (I hated them by the way) and when they sit beside you, it feels like they’re the moon -– like they glimmer your insides, when you touch them it’s all heavenly and pretty and it makes you feel loved and jittery.

His heart clenches into fist and clots at that and he bites the inside of his cheek.

Heartbroken.

Sad.

Terribly sick.

He isn’t liking it reading it. He’s hating it infact. He was about to stop. Tear it in pieces and dump it in trash. But, then again he couldn’t.

Because Harry. I’m not your moon. I’m the sun. That’d irritate you and you’d never be able to look at it with full heart eyes –-- I’m too hot for you, pun right there. My touch will burn you instead of filling you with jitteriness. You’d wait for me to go and yearn for the moon to come back --- Always on your toes because everything becomes too much of a heat for you and I don’t want that –- I love you but that doesn’t mean I’ll take you down with me.

I’m not that selfish, Harry.

I love you and I was too embarrassed to tell you this in person.

I hope you forgive me.

Yours Sun.

He’s cornered up and sobbing into his elbow, as the paper written with her whole soul hangs from the tips of his fingers and he takes a look at her with cloudy eyes and digs his nails into his knees.

He hiccups jumping forward and towering her when she stirs with a whine and Harry’s cupping her cheeks, “Oh my ...,” He’s pressing the button to call the nurses and doctors and gives her an eskimo kiss before pulling away and examining her closely.

Her eyes are pink floods of tears and humiliation. Even though they’re unaware of her presence and exhausted.

Her lips chapped as she rolls her tongue to mumble some words, “’m sorry ...” She whimpers as her arm shoots with pain and Harry’s shaking his head, pressing his forehead against hers.

“Shhh. Shh. Baby ducky, ‘s okay. Tell me you’re okay, please tell me you’re not leavin’ me again.” She slip shuts her eyes and nods. She’s weak and frail. Even if the doctors checked her and made her drink some fluids she’s still not able to move without Harry’s assistance.

She has her eyes closed. Head sunk into pillow and they flutter when Harry speaks, in the most softest voice and draws circles on her knee while doing so.

“I love you.” He croaks out. Gulping down the bulk choking him alive and she stares him, her heart pausing for a bit and his eyes widen seeing the monitor going weird and it makes her cheeks heat up.

Embarrassed she looks away and Harry takes her chin between his fingers and gazes her with profound intensity and fondness.

“You’re my sun. You’re. I bask in yer warmth and y’make me feel warm everywhere, it oozes from me every pore in adoration and love. Even when you don’t appear I feel your presence and the clouds could never be pink without ye' ‘n my skies would never be cherubic if it’s not you my darling —... I gaze moon only for Sun to peek from the hues and I always wait fo’ ye’ —-- always gonna be there on that rooftop counting the seconds you shine up my world.” His fingers shaky as he slips it between her palms lingering to get relief from her touch and she sniffs, blinking the tears away accepting him and kissing the inside of his palm.

“After all, Moon is just a rock without Sun.” He whispers and that was enough for her to close the distance between them and place her cold lips against his and he embraces her tenderly -- pecking her upper lip twice then kissing her whole mouth to whisk out all his love into it and her fingers brushes over his jaw muttering against his taffy lips.

“I love you. Even when I was dying all I could think about was ye'sparkly -- but it was too late and I was aware of how much pain you were in but it felt like I was struck inside a cage —---...” She rambles. Coughing when it hurts her throat and Harry shushes her kissing her hair gently and mutters against them – smoothing his palm down her back to calm her down.

“You’re ‘ere. In me arms is what matters.” He keeps her face tucked under his chin and keeps on pecking her skin.

“’M g'na take care of you, baby.”

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