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linorangge · 4 years

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Yugyeom as Your Boyfriend ! <3

(keep in mind this is a head canon !) requested by @americaspeach

how you met:

- I would like to say that this man is my ult bias so just expect this to be rlly lengthy and cute

- u did graffiti art in an alley every now and then nd sometimes street dancers would show up

- one day gyeom showed up with jaebeom and jaebeom started b boying

- everyone was egging him on

- since yugyeom got there with beom, ppl wanted gyeom to join in

- he started doing some pops and stuff nd he did rlly well despite NOT b boying

- ppl were pretty blown away from their skills, u included

- you did ur graffiti, making sure to check if he was still there

- as the crowd dispersed after a few hours u noticed him walking away

- u totally ditched the graffiti and u walked after him

- it was hard to catch up bc mans is TALL nd has the longest legs ever

- u went up to him nd tapped his shoulder

- he turned, nd he actually had to look DOWN at u

- “u did rlly good out there”

- “oh thanks haha”

- he was kinda shy abt it

- u kinda started a convo abt his hobbies while beom was standing there in the background

- you eventually started flirting with him

- he flirted back

- u asked for his number

- he gave it to u

- he told u to have nice night nd u went back to ur graffiti

- you literally forgot that YOU had his number but he didn't have yours

- so u waited for a week for him to text u

- nd then u realized,,,,,,,

- YOU had to make the first move

- so u did

- nd gyeom was like “who is this”

- nd u were like “graffiti girl”

- nd he was like “OHHHHH wanna hang out later”

- you said yes ofc

- u went to a lil bowling alley place nd he taught u how to bowl

- u sucked at first and he won the game

- afterwards u guys drove around town and listened to music while u talked

- at some point u guys parked at some random place nd he showed u vids of him dancing

- which prompted u to show him pics of graffiti you'd done

- nd he showed u his singing vids nd u were VERY impressed

- after awhile he took u home nd yeah

- afterwards u guys became more friends than lovers

- u became close rlly rlly quick

- u guys very noticeably had crushes on each other

- nd then one day u guys were sitting on ur couch

- and he just kissed u ????

- nd he was like “omg im so sorry ill leave”

- nd u were like “no”

- and u guys just made out for like an hour

- nd then he was like

- “are we official now?”

- nd u were like “alright ig”

- u were dying inside tho

yugyeom as your boyfriend:

- so whipped

- he loves everything abt u

- puts “my”a lot in front of any pet name he calls u

- my baby

- my sweetie

- my darling

- my y/n

- WHIPPED WHIPPED WHIPPED SOSOSOSO WHIPPED

- he’s rlly giggly when he’s around u

- or when he talks abt u to the sevens he get blushy and giggly

- yeah he talks abt u SO MUCH

- “the other day y/n had to get on her tippy toes to kiss me”

- “gyeom you've told us this story like three times today”

- “then ur gonna listen for a fourth time”

- uses these emojis 🥺💞😽 EVERYTIME HE TEXTS U

- “are u feeling well today baby 🥺”

- GODDDDD SOSOSOSOS WHIPPED LITERALLY

- he sends u lots of texts throughout the day asking how ur feeling nd if u need anything

- also likes to facetime whenever he can

- at the studio, during a shoot, literally any time

- he literally just likes to make sure ur doing ok

- hmmm

- ur kinda one of his fav ppl

- he feels safe with u

- he tells u anything and everything bc he just trusts u that much

- pda wise

- he’s pretty affectionate tbh

- he’ll hold ur hand and give u long kisses

- nd sometimes ur like “bro we are in public PLEASE”

- nd he chills out LMAO

- alone he's a bit clingy

- he just likes being around u nd being in ur presence

- since there’s some height difference u sometimes just give up on kissing his lips so u kiss his collarbone/chest/neck

- HE LOVES THIS SO MUCH

- it drives him insane

- he gets shy around u sometimes

- if and when u guys do the uhhhhh secks

- he’ll be shy taking his clothes off

- and you’ll b like “dude we’ve seen each other naked like 7 times already”

- “ik but u still make me nervous”

- GOD SSOOSOSOS WHIPPED

- he also sometimes likes to sing u to sleep

- he takes requests

- sometimes u guys spoon in bed nd ur like

- “can u sing bruno mars”

- nd he sings bruno mars into ur ear softly

- the nights he does that u sleep so peacefully

- overall u make him happy

- u make him feel like he’s on top of the world as cheesy as that sounds

- he thinks ur so talented nd beautiful in every way

- he tends to take u to the dance studio sometimes

- nd u sit there and watch

- he’ll occasionally try to teach u some moves

- u learn a few every now and then

- sometimes u surprise him with food or sweets at the studio nd he just melts

- he likes to surprise u with random things

- random presents??

- “oh yea I got u this hoodie from ur fav brand”

- “what for”

- “just cus :) “

first time I love you was said:

- he said it first

- u were doing some graffiti art and u brought him along

- he was sitting back on a little bucket, watching u

- he’d take pictures of you or of himself to pass the time

- and then u turned, halfway thru the artwork

- u were covered in paint nd u had the biggest smile on his face

- “what do u think”

- he just stared at u

- he enjoyed seeing u do what u loved

- even more when u saw u happy

- “I love you y/n”

- and somehow ur smile grew bigger

- u let out a little giggle

- “I love you too gyeomie”

- he got up from his little bucket nd crossed the alley to meet u

- he embraced u and then pulled away to kiss you

- he felt like that moment lasted forever

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alexisdrems · 3 years

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@ice-ice-monster

Maybe this is the faster way to make you see this

I'm done running away

Read my other posts before coming to me

Ik scared so much to so this but we have to talk civilly on this

Only and mature way to solve this

Out our differences aside and please if you're willing to listen like I hope you can be... We must acknowledge our mistakes apologize to eachother and mob Rob and go our separate way

I should know as I said

Running doesn't make the problem go away

I should've remembered that from a few experiences

But now I am trying to come forward to you so we can move on front this

Either you keep trying to come for me

Or we actually talk and agree we both mad sour own mistakes and move on

I'm not backing down again

We have to talk

We have to solve this

Civilly

Maturely

And please if you don't read the other posts

I never meant to hurt you, that wasn't some easy on your depression like you thought

It was my shitty way of trying to reassure you ppl care abt you and that I care abt you and that sometimes people can be a bit busy

Not a malicious attack

Just me trying to help

I just want to move on

You hopefully want to as well

I'm sorry for my irrational decisions to send that message and making that post

I was extremely stressed

I'm easily stressed which is why I run from this stuff because I can hardly handle it

But I'm ok with getting stressed out of my mind jsut so I can finally have a civil talk with you..

Please I want to solve this I'm tired of hiding im sorry I keep making posts but I'm ready to do anything to have you stop which hunting me

And just talking

Attacking me solves nothing

And it's not really mature of you

The mature way is communicating

I suffered the consequences once for not communicating to a friend

I don't want someone I still care for go through that too

I'm so stressed just posting this and tagging you

You are scary to me ice but no matter if I am or not I gotta stop hiding and running because even if I hope it'll make everything go away

It won't

I'm so sorry I hid but attacking me isn't any better

So please listen to me

Pull yourself out of your thirst for revenge

We don't mix well so we gotta talk abt it

Acknowledging our mistakes

Where things went wrong

And moving one

I need closure

Ik you probably need it too

I never wanted to hurt anyone please I just want us to move on we have to its the only way for us to go forward

Please I'm so tired of being scared... And of hiding I'll be waiting to see if you decide to come talk... Or to continue to come for me... And never leaving me be

I really hope you understand all I want is for all this to stop

And that I meant not to hurt you or make you feel attacked... Please

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b00bconnoisseur · 4 years

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List 5 things that make you happy, then put this in the ask box for the last 10 people who reblogged something from you! Get to know your mutuals and followers! :D

I love alot of things and so much stuff makes me happy so this will be my partner edition :) (cause their entire being makes me so happy i swear) imma list things i like abt them probably gush alot im srry in advanceeeeeeeee

1. Their writting and art!!!!! Like???? I love it!! Their art style is so different from any other ive seen (yes babe you DO have a unique style and its good!!) like yall should go to their blog and/or their art blog ( @graphitedaydream ) and look at stuff theyve done. Also ok so theyre my favorite writer like ever. THEY SAY IM A LIAR BUT ITS SO TRUE THO IM 100% HONEST And im a huge book nerd and can name like 20 authors off the top of my head rn and cam is my favorite of all of them. I love their stories so much kdgshsgsvs. Like they were telling me abt a new character and story n stuff last night and i got p happy cause i love hearing abt it all its one of my favorite things! I always wanna ask so many questions abt the story and characters and what'll happen and this and that but then before i do i have to remind myself that this isnt a finished book or a series this is smtn they jus started this i cant do thattttttt. But anyway srry this is a rant but sjgzbz.

2. Cams voice ok like!! I love it so much and its comforting to hear and it makes me happy and jdbdbs and i just like. Idk if its possible to love a person's voice so so much besides like a singer???? But idk i do jdhshzs um imma continue now before it seems like i have a fetish or smtn-

3. They are BEAUTIFUL. Like i would show a pic but idk if they would be ok with that or not so i won't but dude theyre so so adorable and literally so beautiful!!! I love everything abt them, their face and body and personality and sense of humor and everything theyre like a perfect bean to me. And ik they'll disagree with everything but its true!! Their whole being is absolutely beautiful and ik i say i love them alot but i do aaaaaaaaaa

4. They're so random and weird but in the best way jdhshzs like we have the most amusing but random convos and i love ittttt

5. They really care abt my interests eveb if they dont understand at ALL. Which means so much because most ppl jus dont really care if they dont know anything but cam fr like listens and makes commentary n stuff even if they know literally nothing and it makes me so happyyyy and its so nice!!!! Like for example they know like nothing at all abt sports and on the superbowl i was super hyped and kept goin on abt it throughout the whole game and even way before I'd talk abt it and if they didnt know a term or was confused id explain best i could and it was gucci and like they were trying to be hype with me during the football game and it made me so happy and idk if it sounds like much but it means alot ^^

Ok that was really long aaaaaaaaaaa. Im not sure who to tag so imma sayyyyy @sadamericanorca (im sorry if that was really cringe) @thatoneemobooknerd @jajebabie @theclingynerd @artdemon20 @sammchenry @soft-trans-on-tumbles @the-gorgeous-moon @kingantlion @bloodreadmascara

All optional ofc only if ya want~

#asks #adorabeanie #my sis #mutual peeps #my lovely

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honeyfreckled · 5 years

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we have talked a few times and im sorry for this but you are the most accepting and easiest person to talk to honestly i dont have many people in my life i can tell anything real to. but the thing is ive been thinging about relapsing a lot more since i broke up with my boyfriend and i work with him so it makes work depressing and impossible to get through a day without crying sorry this is anon but i am scared ily dont hate me i am not trying to stress you out

ok wow first lemme just say: I DO NOT HATE U. EVER.

and don’t be srry i don’t have a lotta ppl irl i can tell my shit to so i get it. pls know u can always ALWAYS ALWAYS come to me, and u dont gotta be scared to come off anon. i get it and it’s ok if u prefer it that way- but pls know i dont keep it on alot bc i get hate and then i turn it off bc i gotta look out for myself and dont post all the hate bc i dont wanna bring yall down or give them the satisfaction of knowing i have given it a read and response. so u can message me or make a sideblog or idk im just saying this so if it’s off later u dont blame yrself or feel scared to come off anon. ok sorelapse is a real thing and it’s fucked and hard and addiction is fucked up and a real life struggle and we dont treat addicts w the real tenderness, respect, kindness, and acceptance they deserve. but u DO deserve it. and there are hotlines, apps, churches, groups, chatrooms/boards, and sites that are more versed in what are the appropriate things to say to u- i say this bc while i’ve been thru it w loved ones i have not myself struggled w addiction w substances. my addictions were to self harm and victimhood so those are the things i searched for help on. but if it’s alright i’d like to give u some tips or things i used and have heard work for addicts of substances

places like i said like churches, groups, chatrooms, sites, apps, hotlines the apps and hotlines are good if u cant travel or want to talk to ppl who wont share their story bc maybe u cant hear it like its not the kinda help ur looking for. hotlines are sometimes tricky bc some of those folks are not educated they are volunteers so judgment leaks thru and in that case u ask to be redirected and report that volunteer so hopefully they dont repeat that kinda mess to other vulnerable folks looking for help

make a list of things, anything. list of foods u like to order, list of things that make u clench yr teeth, what were yr fave gifts you’ve ever got, style icons of urs, hobbies u tried that annoyed u, movies u can always watch, places on yr skin u hate being touched, any list of anything it doesnt have to be the usual thing of “what to live for” bc when yr depressed those kinds of things arent easy to think of. but if u get a list going of like “best things ive ever touched” “sounds that make me laugh” “trends that were stupid af” “popular things that i didnt like n couldnt figure out why they were popular” “weirdest ppl ive met” well those things might get u on a roll of good memories or laughing or seeing that theres more to yr life than what has been occupying yr thoughts

dancing. dance in yr room in the dark. clear some space. put on some headphones. lock yr door. do it in the shower. just dance. i had to start w closing my eyes and picking songs that i was taken by emotionally. songs that made me jump and slamdance tbh and then it’s just gotten more and more something im not as ashamed w. i spent a date night w james just dancing and then we ya know ya know bc the dancing got so wild. now i make playlists of songs that set moods for diff kinds of dancing

watch shows w ppl who arent doing better than u. they dont live in fancy places, they dont do much w their lives, they dont dress better than u, they struggle, they arent eating good food u dont have access to. iasip. freaks and geeks. letterkenny. undeclared. jake and amir. tpb. the state. youtube. tiktok/vine comps. lots of these kinds of vibes on youtube

podcasts. improv comedy podcasts tbh saved my life. comedy bang! bang! has best of’s those are good ones to start w. improv4humans bc matt besser has great guests of some of the best improvisers out there and he has musical guests and they’ll play a song and the improvisers will use it as inspo for a scene

make things. moodboards. pinterest. playlists. fill a shopping cart and tell yrself “i’ll get it when i win the lotto and move away from anyone who knows me so i can be the me i wanna be w/out judgement” make tea. make a meal if u can. make yr bed. clean one thing. clean the sink. hang some clothes or go thru yr drawers and clean them out. throwing things out feels hard at first but then it’s nice bc u feel less bogged down

find something to throw yr obsession at for a bit. something that wont hurt u as bad, being obsessed in general isnt good. everything in moderation irl. too much of something is bad just as much as too less of it can be bad. but yr looking for something lower risk here and if u gotta be obsessed w a celeb or a song or a food that’s ok. yr focusing the energy on something that isnt a substance so be proud of it

give yrself a break. give yrself some credit. everyday isnt gonna be on the “best of your name here’s days” but sometimes u just live to live bc that’s what u do. u wait it out and get thru it and wait for the sun to come back out. and if u cant get outta bed. or if you hate yr job and wanna scream- that’s normal it’s more normal than always being happy ppl just dont like talking abt bc society kinda trains us to hide our fucked upness idk why but thats how it is. they dont wanna tell us to do preventative care until we’re in the pits

all in all- it comes down to (at least for me) not planning w an endgoal in mind. it’s not over til it’s over and rlly we dont know. it’s all fluctuating and not meant to be a finish line we cross and then suddenly we’re done and we dont suffer anymore and the feeling of shit is gone or the risk of relapse is gone and the depression is cleared away never to be seen again. it’s not realistic. bc it isnt real. on the real- risk is always there and the downs and ups mix and run together and depression is not curable (this isnt something to be miserable over tho) depression isnt curable, yeah ok, but it is manageable. it can be quieted down from time to time and if u keep up w yr healthy routines and coping mechanisms- depression will still find its way to u bc the real world is not something u can manage. death in the family, loss of money or job, car breaking down, sickness outta nowhere, depression grows wild when these very real life stressors come into our lives. but all that too eventually gets easier and easier at least from a “ok i have some distance now” standpoint. and then as those days get more and more btwn it u can then be like “oh wow, ive made it thru X amount of days! ive put up w it this long! whats one more day, whats one more week, hell might as well see how much prouder i can feel once ive got a year under my belt!” plus u will be more capable of handling the bullshit if u know u can still find some safe places in yr coping skills or friends or resources.

ok so this is prob a mess but bottomline know this:

I love you and i will be here the best i can should u ever wanna come spill or if u need me to just send u pics of my dog or boring pics of knickknacks or selfies or memes or links or anything just tell me what u need and i will try my best to show u my love. i hope u can see that u reaching out is just already a HUGE major step in the right direction, give yrself credit! thats amazing! yr already doing it pumpkin look at u! it’s hard ik. but i also know if u are capable of saying u have this problem going on, u are capable of getting thru this. u are a light in the world. u offer goodness and u offer yrself and that’s enough. even if yr fucked up right now- u are contributing to the world by simply being u. there is literally NO ONE ELSE WHO IS YOU. so u are unique by definition. i hope u get something from this post and if not i hope it strikes an idea or thing u can do that will help. i hope u know im here and i hope u see this.

i am sending u all my light and love and good vibes and i can’t wait to see or hear from u again. u are never bothering me, a burden, or stressing me out. tbh it stresses me more that u might be struggling and not telling me or anyone. i dont ever want u to suffer in silence bc u feel guilt or scared or anything. u deserve to have a place to voice yr shit. im here to listen if u do wanna tell me anymore.

everyone else-if this helped or if u can think of anything that might help anon or anyone else- feel free to reblog and get some good NONJUDGMENTAL advice or tips and tricks going, but please please please remember to not come off as judgey or flood it with your drama. keep ur drama out of this post so anon or anyone else doesn’t get triggered by it.

and dont ignore my rule and do it anyway and then say some shit like “ik u said not to but i think this will help lol sorry” like we need this post to stay on this vibe that i set in motion and not a struggle contest or dick measuring or all sad personal reminiscing. go make yr own post for that this is NOT the space.

#Anonymous #sorry if this is a mess but i got a lot of feelings abt the shitty advice that's out there for addicts and i dont know shit except my ideas #and all i can do is pass it along but pls still remember there are plenty more things that could work so if these dont strike a chord lmk #and i can try to think of more and reach out to my friends who are addicts and see what works for them #i love you i love you and i love you and i like you

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sosa-sketch · 5 years

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Fright or Flight: Chapter 2

Parings: Prinxiety // Logicality // Platonic LAMP

Story Summary: Virgil and Patton investigate the New Prince Castle, when a brutal accident kills Patton. Patton wakes as a ghost and meets friendly ghoul Roman, who has been haunting the castle for 20 years. Virgil is determined to bring Patton back to life and brings Logan, the ghost expert, to help him out. Time is quickly running out, and the four must work together to undo death. If only it was as simple as Logan made it sound.

Unknown to them, a secret entity in the castle does not plan on letting them succeed.

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When Patton first met Virgil, his last intention was to become friends with him. Virgil had built up a notorious reputation over the first few months of school, and his grades did nothing to disprove his status. Patton wasn’t the type to judge a person’s character based on rumors nor looks. No one was a higher believer in the benefit of doubt than Patton! However, Virgil’s first impression did not help his case.

Virgil transferred into Patton’s English class the second semester due to a schedule change. When the teacher stated a new team project was to be completed, Patton did not shy away from offering to be Virgil’s partner. He understood how difficult it could be being the new kid in a class full of friends and cliques.

The project was hefty, an collection of novel analyzing, essays, vocabulary, and journal entries. Patton was not looking forward to the Shakespearean project-Shakespeare’s language was alien to him. It occurred to Patton that pairing up with the soon-to-be-dropout may not have been his best idea. Nonetheless, Patton refused to be jaded.

The first day of the project, Virgil refused to touch the work.

“There’s no way I’m touching this project.” Virgil sneered. “Especially about Shakespeare.”

“Huh?” Patton had not fully processed Virgil’s words. “Is it because you don’t understand it?”

“Sure.”

“Neither can I! I guess Shakespeare really has our brains shaken up! Maybe we can ask the teacher to go over it for us?”

The teen huffed and shook his head. Virgil laid his head on the wooden desk and his eyes slipped closed. He napped for the rest of the period.

His behavior continued for weeks. Patton had tried everything in his power to get Virgil to help him out. Patton’s seemingly endless supply of compliments and encouraging gestures served no help.

Patton’s mind had conjured countless excuses for Virgil since Virgil himself refused to give one. At the beginning the excuses had seemed feasible. Lack of sleep? Family issues? However, by week three, Patton was already scraping the bottom of the barrel, trying to justify Virgil’s dismissive attitude with clones and possible mind control. Virgil was no closer to lifting up a pencil, there were ten days left of the project, and Patton still understood little to nothing about Shakespeare. Patton was flying solo and time was ticking.

The final week before the project was due, Patton caught the flu.

Patton would chalk up the flu to the top three sucky sicknesses of his lifetime. His fever was raging, his skin drowning in sweat while the insides of him iced over. Patton couldn’t tell when being awake ended and when sleep began. The only alarm in Patton’s body was the churning in his gut that rushed him to the toilet.

Understandably, the project was the last thing on his mind.

Patton would not remember his Shakespeare mission until the Sunday before it was due, when he was shaking off the final remnants of the flu. The realization hit him like a train, but by the time he went flying off his bed and hurriedly logging on to his computer to check the time, Patton knew it was hopeless. There was no way he could get the project done in a few hours and counting. Not when all his energy was going into fighting of sneezes and headaches.

Patton was dejectedly scrolling through his email filled with newsletters from adoption sites and animal protection agencies when a subject line caught his eye: “English Project.” Linked to the email were word documents and an audio file. Perplexedly, Patton opened the email.

To: [email protected]

From: [email protected]

Subject: English Project

Patton,

so apparently you’ve been sick. class is way more quiet without you their, which is wierd.

i think i did everything you hadn’t done. it’s gonna be really mispelled and confusing and shit. sorry. i’m not the best with righting. feel free to fix anything.

get well soon.

-V

p.s. sorry for acting like a jerk. i owe you a explanation monday.

Patton hugged his computer screen and laugh with relief. He had no idea why Virgil was so nervous. His ideas were brilliant. A week later, Patton would see an A in his gradebook for the Shakespeare project.

There was a reason why Patton never lost faith in people.

True to his word, the next week Virgil explained his mistreatment to Patton. Virgil struggled with dyslexia. While he was getting tutoring in overcoming his learning disability, Virgil’s writing made him incredibly insecure. His old teacher always let him work individually, but the new teacher wasn’t having it. Before class, the teacher pulled him aside and told Virgil he was no different from any other student and would have to work with a partner. Virgil, determined to spite the teacher and anxious to seem like an “idiot” in front of Patton, would pretend to sleep the whole period.

“All your writing took was a quick grammar fix. The ideas were so good! I’m not just saying that to say that, they actually were! I could never think of something like that.” Patton reassured enthusiastically.

Virgil flushed a bright red. “I didn’t do much. Shakespeare is a lot easier to understand with audio.”

Patton listened to the audiobook of Macbeth that night. Virgil clearly wasn’t giving himself enough credit.

Virgil and Patton quickly grew close once the project was done. Virgil was still quiet, snappy, moody, and detrimentally insecure, but he began to open up more as the months went on. By senior year, Patton and Virgil was joined at the hip. Two peas in a pod.

Virgil had grown a lot since freshman year.

Being joined at the hip with Virgil meant that Patton got to understand Virgil by the simplest change in body language or expression. It also meant that Patton became aquatinted with anyone close to Virgil.

Patton already had a bad feeling while Virgil’s tone had shifted on the phone the night they were chatting about yearbook quotes. Remy sending Patton a text only confirmed the ball of dread in his stomach.

Rem: pat can we talk ?

Patton: You don’t even have to ask! Everything ok?

Rem: it’s about v

Rem: have you guys talked recently ? out of school

Patton: We talked last weekend. Over the phone. Why? Is Virgil fine??

Rem: idk. he came over to my house a couple nights ago at like 5 am. talked about some ghost shit.

Patton: He woke you up to talk about ghosts??(language!)

Rem: looking for affirmation that he wasn’t some obsessed ghost freak. i told him nah

Rem: but tbh he kinda is obsessed

Patton: He is passionate about his ghosts! But that’s not a bad thing.

Rem: v strongly disagrees. the whole thing about the yearbook and ghost quotes really messed with his head

Patton: I didn’t mean anything bad by it! It was just an idea! I promise! I’ll apologize to him!!!

Rem: wait no thats not what im saying. no one blames u

Rem: is he doing any ghost stuff anytime soon

Patton: Yep. He’s going to visit a castle!

Patton: Is that bad?

Rem: don’t you remember last time v became paranoid abt something? he pulled some real stupid stuff just to prove ppl wrong

Patton: Yeah. I know.

Patton: Gosh now I’m worried :(

Rem: i just dont want him doing anything he’ll regret on the trip. can u just…idk watch out for him pls ? ik v can take care of himself. but sometimes he gets into this headspace that’s self-destructive

Rem: tbh i dont like his ghost stuff as it is. i dont need him doing something dumb either

Patton: I understand Rem. That’s really sweet of you <3 <3

Patton: I’ll look out for him! I promise!!!! :-) :-)

Rem: ty. dont tell v abt this convo tho

Despite feeling uneasy about it, Patton understood Remy’s request to keep silent. Telling Virgil about their conversation would only push Virgil away and make him defensive. It’d be impossible to look out for him.

Virgil had already given Patton a way in. Patton had to talk to Logan for Virgil and get any supplies he might need. Patton loved visiting Logan in and of itself. Maybe Logan could help him out.

Logan’s business was located near small shops clustered along the beach. It was a hotspot for tourists, where knickknacks and souvenirs were sold and expensive attractions were advertised. Patton walked along here with Virgil sometimes, stopping at the arcade or mirror maze. Patton had met some of the most interesting people in the small touristy town.

Among the attractions was a dark blue shingled building with a pointy-roofed top. Painted letters on a wooden board spelt out “Afterlife Exposed.” Patton stepped through the door and a bell gently ringed, signaling his arrival.

At the sound of the bell, a tall, dark-haired man turned around. His navy suit blended in with the darkness of the shop. The man’s lean body was captivated beautifully in the suit. Patton quickly averted his eyes, blushing furiously.

“I have been expecting you-oh. Greetings, Patton. What a surprise.”

“Hi Logan!” Patton waved enthusiastically. “Who were you expecting?”

“No one. It’s a new rule Father has implemented. I must say it to every customer to ‘set the mood,’ as he calls it.” Logan dragged his hand over his face exasperatedly. “I find it quite ridiculous. But business shall be business.”

Logan’s father technically owned Afterlife Exposed. But he was always hidden in the back, gathering supplies or experimenting. Logan was currently studying entrepreneurship in college in order to take over the family business someday.

“How may I help you today, Patton?” Logan inquired, stepping around the counter to stand in front of him. He was even taller up close.

Patton filled Logan in about the New Prince Castle family murder and Virgil’s plan to investigate the castle for one of his ghost routines. Logan nodded politely the whole way through.

“I see. What an intriguing case. What exactly does he need from me?”

Patton shrugged cluelessly. “Anything you think might help, I guess.”

“What’s his budget?”

“A coffee and cake pop from Starbucks, if he uses his gift card.”

Logan rolled his eyes. “And he sent you to purchase something from here? Why, he couldn’t even afford a keychain.”

“Come on, Logan! He’s one of your most loyal customers and between us, he’s going through a rough patch. Can’t you help him out? Please?”

Logan massaged his temples and sighed. “Patton, it’s just not something the business can afford to do right now. My Father and I have been dealing with a sort of rough patch as well. You and Virgil have my sincerest apologies-truly, you do.”

Patton nodded dejectedly, “I understand.” Spotting Logan’s hesitant expression and tense form, he rested a hand on Logan’s shoulder and grinned. “Really, I do. I don’t blame you.”

Logan gave a small, tight-lipped smile in return. Gently shaking Patton’s hand off his shoulder, he clasped his hands together tightly. “Well, is there anything else I can do for you?”

“I’m not too sure.” Patton pursed his lips in thought. “Well, actually. I was wondering if you could tell me the dos and don’ts of ghost hunting. The yays and nays. The cats and dogs-actually no scratch that, both of those would be a yay.”

“With all due respect, Patton, I think Virgil has got that covered.” Logan reassured. “He must have asked me a dozen times prior to his first investigation.”

“Oh yeah, I know. It’s for me.” Patton corrected.

Logan raised an eyebrow in perplexion. Patton had never shown an interest in ghost hunting when Virgil wasn’t to be found.

Patton thought quickly. “I just want to understand more. For when I talk to Virgil. Sometimes I really don’t get half the explanations coming from the kiddo’s mouth.” It wasn’t a lie. “Just…how do you deal with ghosts?

“I see.” Logan clicked his tongue. “I’m sure Virgil could explain it to you more in depth. But, if you’re ever in doubt, chalk it up to one thing: respect. Is what you’re doing respecting the afterlife and their home? Are you portraying common courtesy? Treat them with the same respect as the living, if not more. There are exceptions, as with anything, but for the most part, that should keep you out of trouble with spirits.”

“Respect.” Patton repeated.

“You have strong morals, Patton. If you’re concerned about involvement with the afterlife due to your closeness with Virgil, I would not worry. Lack of respect is the last of your weaknesses.”

Logan pulled out his phone from the back of his pocket. “I apologize, I must return to my work. However, if you or Virgil have any more questions, feel free to give me a call.”

Patton gushed and thanked Logan, jotting down his number. Logan flushed a gentle red and held out his hand for a handshake.

“Pleasure doing business with you, Patton.”

Patton swatted Logan’s hand away and brought him in for a hug. “Thank you, Logan.”

Logan awkwardly pat Patton on the back before ungracefully untangling himself from the embrace. “I was only doing my job. Now, I understand it’s none of my business, but I recommend getting some rest. You look exhausted.”

“High school has permanently carved bags under my eyes.” Patton shook his head defeatedly.

Logan gave an amused smirk. “You sounded like Virgil.”

Patton beamed. “Like father, like son!”

Just as Patton was about to turn around to leave the store, something in the corner of the room glistened, catching his eye. “Hey Logan? Just one more thing?”

Logan hummed at him, encouraging Patton to continue.

He pointed to the object at the corner of the room. “How much can I get that for?”

“Walkie-talkies. I sent you to Logan Berry, one of the smartest, most knowledgeable people about the afterlife in this town, and you come back with a Ghost Buster walkie-talkie.” Virgil grunted, dangling the toy by its antennae.

“You can have the Casper the Ghost one instead.”

“What? No! Ghost Busters is better, anyway.” Virgil groaned. “That’s not the point. How about advice? Did Logan say anything?”

“Just to respect the ghosts. Have common courtesy. Which you better be doing anyway, even without Logan telling you to do so.”

Virgil threw his hands up in exasperation and fell down into his sofa as the cushions engulfed the skinny man. “Obviously I respect them! The last thing I need is coming home possessed and cursed! He knows I know that. That’s really all he said?”

“Besides giving us his number.” Patton confirmed. “Which I already gave you.”

Virgil grumbled. “Whatever. One day I’ll get enough money to- wait. The walkie-talkies. There’s no way you could have bought them with my money, I would not have had enough. Please don’t tell me…”

Virgil got a glance of Patton’s sheepish look and groaned. “Patton, we have a rule! No buying each other anything!” He buried his head in his hands. “I can’t pay you back. You know that.”

“Hey…” Patton took a seat next to Virgil and laid a comforting hand on his knee. “It’s okay. They weren’t expensive. You don’t have to pay me back.”

Virgil looked at Patton in between his fingers. His voice was muffled against his palms. “You know how I feel about that, Pat.”

“Virgil, come on.” Patton pleaded.

Virgil shook his head. “Thank you. But, you need to return them.”

Guilty silence settled among the two, but neither made a move to leave. Both were lost in their own worlds when an idea struck Patton.

He nudged Virgil. “I know a way for you to pay me back without money.” At Virgil’s unimpressed look, he protested, “Seriously! It would mean a lot more to me than whatever these walkie-talkies cost.”

“Yea?” Virgil lifted his head from his hands. “What is it?”

Patton stared at Virgil’s stormy eyes as his heart pounded. In all honesty, this was the last thing Patton wanted to do. He was terrified. But, he thought back to the conversation he had with Remy, and the last time Virgil did something senseless unsupervised due to paranoia. “I want to go ghost hunting with you. At the New Prince Castle.”

Virgil’s jaw dropped. His eyes darted around Patton’s face before he shook his head and gave a weak chuckle. “Sure, Pat. Whatever you say.”

“No, I’m serious!” Patton insisted. “I’ll respect the ghosts and do whatever you tell me to do!”

Virgil was dismissing Patton before he could finish his sentence. “No, no, no. You hate ghost stories, Pat! Especially ones that are spooky and gruesome. You’d hate ghost-hutning. It’s dark and there’s lots of weird noises and tons of spiders. No way. I’m not adding more guilt to my conscience.”

Virgil made a move to get up from the sofa, but Patton refused to let the conversation drop. He grabbed Virgil’s hand and pulled him back to the seat. Virgil landed with a clumsy thump.

“Kiddo, I know I hate all those things. I’m sure I’ll be scared. But, you’ll be there too! I love you more than I hate all those things combined.”

“Patton, we can do something else together. Go to the movies. Or bowling. Normal teen stuff.” Virgil reasoned.

Patton retorted, “But ghost hunting is important to you.”

“It’s not that important. It’s a simple hobby. I don’t care that much about it.” Virgil cut off.

“I know, I know!” Patton quickly backtracked. “What I meant was that ghost-hunting has been a cool way for us to bond. It intrigues you-a perfectly normal amount-and I like seeing you happy! Just like you go walking with me along the shops by the beach even though it’s super crowded and you hate it.”

“Patton, what’s your point?” Virgil grilled.

“My point is I want to try this thing that you enjoy with you. Just like you try things for me. It’s senior year, Virgil. No one hates thinking about it more than me, but we don’t know what things are going to be like after high school. I want to find a husband, start a family. Maybe study veterinary science. You could have a publisher for your writing, become a famous author, and move. I want to do this with you. I want to get over my fear.”

Patton stared at Virgil hopefully and held out his hand. “What do you say? One more big adventure for the dynamic duo?”

Virgil stared at Patton, looked down and roughly shook his head, froze, then stared at Patton once more. Virgil’s foot rapidly tapped against the floor, creating a dizzy, distracting melody. Finally, Virgil pulled his hair and glared at Patton. “You’ll be careful?”

Patton nodded eagerly.

“And you’ll stick with me no matter what? At all times? I want you in my sight.”

Virgil dramatically groaned, closing his eyes and throwing his head back. “I guess you can come.”

Patton shot up from his seat, whooping with joy and hopping around the sofa. “Thank you, Virgil! Thank you! We’re going to have such a great time!”

Virgil peeked one eye open and gave a soft grin. “Yeah, I guess we are. You’re sure you wanna do this?”

“Never been more sure of anything in my life besides my love for you and cats! I pinkie swear it.”

Patton and Virgil intertwined pinkies before Patton winked and let go, embracing Virgil.

“Let your moms know you’re going to be gone for the weekend.” Virgil smirked. “We have a haunted castle to explore.”

#sanders sides #thomas sanders #sanders sides fanfiction #roman sanders #logan sanders #patton sanders #virgil sanders #remy sanders #deceit sanders #LAMP #CALM #platonic lamp #hurt/comfort #family fluff #fluff #logicality #prinxiety

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donghun-s · 5 years

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the great big mel is lazy tag

i’m lazy and haven’t done anything i’ve been tagged in for like the past month or so,, so here’s all of em in one go

tagged by @seonghwoah

rules: tag 10 5 none im sorry followers you’d like to get to know better!

name: mel

birth year: 2001

sign: libra

height: 5′8″/173cm

put your playlist on shuffle and name the first 4 songs:

finale - h.u.b

starry sky - astro

let go - bts

i need u - clc

grab the nearest book, turn to page 23, what’s the 17th line?

A thin crust of dirt spread from the ghoul’s hand, straight up Eurymachus’s spectral arm.

- blood of olympus, rick riordan (mind you, this book was d u s t y when i picked it up)

ever had a song or poem written about you?

yeah,, it was for a poetry assignment in 8th grade and it was by this kid who i had ‘dated’ for two months and then ‘broke up with’ and it was abt how he hated me and hated the notion of love and anybody i’d ever love in the future lmao

when was the last time you played air guitar?

uh yesterday while bopping to rock me by one direction

celebrity crushes?

,,, u mean my whole blog

what is a sound you love/hate?

i rlly do love the sound of children laughing or giggling,, its one of the purest things in the world tbh

i hate the sound of ppl cracking their necks,, dont care what else u crack just not your neck it makes me s o uncomfortable

do you believe in ghosts?

yeah why not

do you believe in aliens?

well duh

so you drive? and if you do, have you ever crashed?

yes i drive, and i have crashed,,,, the second time i ever drove my mom was like ‘hey let shave u pull into the garage’ and then screamed at me to brake and i hit the gas instead of the brake oops

last book you read?

uh not including fics,,, probably ‘death by black hole’ by neil degrasse tyson??

do you like the smell of gasoline?

for the most part, yeah

the last movie you saw?

i rewatched dinsey’s hercules recently

do you have any obsessions right now?

aside from kpop, probably boba tea, my friends i have gone at least twice a week for the past month and im running out of money

do you tend to hold grudges?

not rlly,,, holding grudges and hating ppl is just so emotionally exhausting for me tbh,,,, like i’ll let go of it but that doesn’t mean that i pretend like it never happened, i just dont waste time on it

are you in a relationship right now?

nah dude

tagged by @seonghwoah

rules: shuffle your playlist and write down the first 10 songs!!

ok i’m gonna do 5 songs from two diff playlists, one is hzck, my list of just new-ish songs i’ve been listening to recently, and another is beyond the direction, which is the entire discography of 1d and bts all in one playlist ok cool

1. feels alright - watsky

2. i wanna know - roh taehyun

3. pain is beauty - chanmina

4. black dress - clc

5. treasure - astro

6. loved you first - one direction

7. answer: love myself - bts

8. dimple - bts

9. tell me a lie - one direction

10. boy in luv - bts

tagged by @1ove1ies and @ohkaypopthis

group music tag

rules - using only song titles from one artist/band, cleverly answer the questions and tag ten people.

artist: bts

gender: outro: her

how do you feel: i’m fine

if you could go anywhere: magic shop

favorite mode of transportation: airplane pt. 2

your best friend: answer: love myself

favorite time of day: 24/7 = heaven

if your life was a tv show: begin

relationship status: whalien 52

your fear: moving on

tagged by @seonghwoah

home/lock screen/last played song

ok so my lockscreen is me n some of my swim kids so im not comfortable posting that but here’s my homescreen n last song

tagged by @seonghwoah

share 5 little things about yourself that people might not be able to tell without seeing you in person, and tag a few people you want to get to know!

1. i’ve got two rlly deep dimples that u can see p much all the time,,, even when i’m angry they pop out sometimes

2. i gesture a lot when i talk, and when i sign, my facial expressions are wild,, my hearing friends that don’t sign think its hilarious to watch my face when i sign

3. i have mild vitiligo across 40% of my body!!

4. i’m an awkward size where a lot of time ‘plus-size’ stuff will be too big bu ‘normal’ sizes are too small

5. i have a rlly bad habit of cracking my knuckles a l l t h e t i m e

tagged by @seonghwoah

url tag game aka let’s make mel suffer for the third time (this is the second time i’ve done it w this long ass url,, and i did it before w starlightbangtann too lmao)

say my name - ateez

thinkin’ about you - jbj95

all day all night - shinee

reflection - rm (of bts)

like that - clc

i’m not famous - ajr

good night - dia

headache - day6

teenagers - my chemical romance

jump - bts

easy to love - key

oh my! - svt

no scrubs - weezer (cover)

girlfriend - bigbang

intro: ringwanderung - bts

nice - got7

aah that’s it!! if you read all of this wow congrats, now u know a bunch abt me!! also if u got this far, feel free to do any of these tags urself and say that i tagged you

#mel talks

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youryuri-x · 3 years

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Today has been up and down

Up and down up and down. It hasn't stopped. Not since morning...all i wanted was for you to have the best birthday.for you to be happy on your birthday. I wished and I manifested. And I'm so so happy to hear have had the the happy birthday you deserve.

Aw you looked so cute today...your birthday sash that was completely adorable on you and odlysuited you really well...i thought you looked so so good in it...every day I look at you.

Hehe you really did look like 'the king of the day' , or whatever it said on that sash...

I take a moment (it many) to take in your beauty. I'm always shocked at how much of an immense amount of beauty you posses...its like every day your beauty gets more and more ethereal...

You always just radiate this aura that attracts me so much...whether it's through your beauty or through anything you do...its just wow.

And today your aura was such a beautiful one. It was almost like you were glowing with the birthday fever of happiness and excitement, and as soon as you were in my presence I felt it too.

Seeing your 15 year old self for the first time was....wow.i

was feeling pretty on edge so when you came over to me as calm and as loving and cuddly as ever it made me so happy. That you stiw had time for me on your special day...it was such a huge comfort for me that you still cared about me even though it was your day...your perfect your perfect your perfect...

I said happy birthday to you and then you said it back hehe. It was rly cute and gave off the kinda clumsy almost shy vibes.... I've never seen that vibe comimg from you before...or maybe it was just me that noticed that.

But yes the highlight of my day personally was that moment.when you came over to me excited and in a lil clumsy shy tizz, and I told you happy birthday and you said it back to me. That was one of the most cute things I've ever seen you do irl...i wanna hear you do it again....

The rest of that lesson, which was English went by.

I got the plesure of being able to look at my birthday boy being happy out of the corner of my eye while trying to write something down about lady macbeth or whatever.but ngl I was definitely more focused on you.

English is that lesson of the day where I can look at your side profile for 50 minutes streight. And I love your side profile just watching you talk to someone or look at the bird or my personal favourite thing to watch is you running your hands through your hair, and from the side I get the best veiw.

I swear most of what I do in English is watch you like your something very very interesting on the TV lol.

But your side profile...its like a ethereal painting of an angel...so beautiful...and also kinds hot at the same time...

But yes you are compleatly mesmerising to watch...so interesting...i physically can't take my eyes off you.

I try and look somewhere else but my eyes wonder their gazr to look back at you. And I don't blame them. Your beautiful so beautiful. My eyes just can't miss such beauty.theh are drawn to your beauty like a moth to a flame...

Sorry if I sound creepy...i probably am..its just that my eyes can't stop looking at you...

You make English lessons such a treat to my eyes..and to my imagination. My current favourite fantasy is of me biting your neck like some sort of vampire lol >~<

I can't help thinking it. Ik it probably sounds weird but your neck just seems to be calling me to take a lil bite.... (sorry im weird asf)

But then the bell rang desrupting my vampire ass fantasies and snapping me back into the real world where I needed to get to physics, and biting your neck unfortunately wasn't my main concern...

Pysics...

I got to the class sat down and..wellt thought about you ngl. Just in a general way. Panicked that everyone else had got you better stuff for your birthday, and that I haddnt done enough, since I was the one with the honour of being your girlfriend.

And I mean your basically a god so it's a pretty big honor...

I between these thoughts I was doing the actual work that needed doing, and turning round to cheak the clock despite having a watch on.

Anything to see a glimpse of you, the light of my life in a dull 50 minute gray morbidity that is also known as Pysics.

The main event in physics was when you walked to the front of the class, allowing my eyes to take in your whole immage. I basically held by breath and just focused on you till I started subconsciously fiddling with my stapler again and gazing at you, basically drooling under my mask and then...

I stapled my mf finger. Your mf beautiful self made me staple my finger. It diddnt really hurt, until it started pissing out blood. I put a plaster on it and it was fine, but it shows how much of a klutz I am, and also how much of a sucker for you I also am...

Then it was breaktime. I gave you your present, and told you not to open it in front of me. Ngl it was a selfish asf thing to say...i was really self conscious...beacuse I knew everyone had got you great presents, especially after you told me that naci had made such an effort for you...

[Ngl I envy naci. She what I want to look like. Be like. I mean she has my old best friend and knows you I should stop lol. But just if your ever reading this, I've been envious of her ever since I've first saw her. Life isn't fair why can't I look like her?! I swear you'd be with her if I wasn't there...shes just wow. I wanna me her yknow lol? 🥺😩😩]

But yes I was really self conscious, and feeling in my full on jelous moody people hate mood, especially for the people who you were friends with...

It was probably down to the 3 hours of sleep I'd been getting for the last week each night, and the fact I'd been on the edge. But I feel really bad for saying that... I should have just lrt you open them...

Ngl I wish I'd have been able to see you put on a smile when you opened it. Put on the bracelet I made for you...too late now, but ig this will be a lesson to future me...

I swear allot of the time I use these blogs for getting better. Like being better to you cuz I read through my mistakes and I try to be better. That's why I'm making a note of these things lol.

Then I went with Angel beacuse I knew if I stuck around I could be a harard, being a jelous sleep deprived slightly Yandere aspie girl, I just decided to remove myself, cuz I was feeling like a big angry self concous raincloud and wanted to stay out of your way to give you the best day possible lol.

So then it was biology a lesson of looking at your extreamly attractive back profile....

And half listening to miss heart go on about the heart, ofc. All i knew was my heart circulates my blood around my body for you. Cuz your the one who makes it beat. And you make it beat fast.

I was watching you..ehehe I sound creepy. I pretty much am ngl. Sorry...i don't wanna make you uncomfy but I csnt help it.

I usually see you and fin pissing about during bio, but this time you squeezed his thigh. It made me pretty angry. That you would do this in my full view. It made me god damn angry, ngl. I mf wanted to lean over the best and squeeze your thigh, just so you'd know I'd seen. But ofc I diddnt do that. I'm too introverted. Doesn't stop me from getting angry and kinda hurt about it.

I mean im usually pretty sensitive about stuff like that. When your too close to someone when you know I'm around, watching or could see it. I try and egnore it with you and Sam. I don't like being angry and sensitive, especially not to you.

But sometimes it feels like I need to set some boundaries. Cuz you clearly dont see that there are boundaries of getting a lil too close to someone in the full view of your jelous asf possessive gf!!

Despite her not saying a word about it ever to you, trying to hint it to you, hoping you'd look back on these times and realise how they make me feel you haven't stopped. Ngl it doesn't bother me in the long term at all. I've got used to it. I got used to it with Sam pretty quick. But I always feel a lil uneasy when your too close for comfort or too flirty with someone else where I can see it even if it is just for a joke.

It makes me more uncomfortable becuase then it's like wtf are you like behind my back? If you think it's ok to do that in front of me? Everytime I think about I start crying ngl tears and all. I like to think I'm special to you and get special treatment I have no idea tho.

Your a charming guy with little boundaries. I don't expect much loyalty...i don't need loyalty I just your affection and love . Sorry for mentioning this if you ever see this pls think over what I've said.

That type of stuff really hurts me. When you do it in front of my eyes the thought thya your doing worse behind my back, even if it isn't serious, even if it's just for a joke.

I'm a sensitive little shit in reality, and I actually cried over your Instagram post becuase my insecure selfish ass was getting uncomfortable abt the video of you and naci >~<

Idk it just diddnt sit right with me that you put it on your ig where I could see. Idk if your seeing what I mean. Put yourself in my shoes about it...

But yes sorry.

Bio ended at it was lunch. I tried sitting with the group and it drained me I needed dto be be somewhere else where I could sink into the world of my mind, and the way I do that is through tumblr. Making sense and note of the things in my head.

I sat by jake. We diddnt really talk there was no need neither us us wanted a conversation I just felt comfortable cuz I knew I wasn't comoleatly alone. Jake was there so I spent lunch manifesting you a happy birthday. Obsessing over you and getting jelous. Being pulled into short depressive random states

Thinking about you. Listening to a capella ariana grande until I felt selfish enough to crawl back into people territory, to get some attention. I wasn't quite on jakes level yet I still needed some degree of people. I pushed down all my negative emotions and watched you lie on the grass for a few minutes, before you went, left me and I cried, becuase my self worth had randomly dropped, and I was thinking about the whole thing I explained earlier. I put on a smile and no one noticed. It made me feel numb. But then I saw how much fun you were having and was happy for the rest of the day, had an emotional high during French cuz I knew you were happy and that's all that mattered.

It was end of the day and time to get on the bus. One of the busses had crashed into my grandads car, the embarrasment of the family (according to my mum) and everyone was talking abt it lol.

I talked to a year 9 who knew kally and ened up giving me a hot spot so I could text you. I heard you liked what I'd got you so I ended on a possitive note.

I did two hours studding with my mum and did an orp with you. I was a lil off then tho I'm so sorry. I'm selfish. So selfish. But I gotta tell you how I feel. I can't hold it in anymore. What I've explained here is the only thing I'll shit talk you for

But yes. I' You've had the birthday you deserve. The birthday you really deserve and it makes m e feel so happy that you've got that. You've finally seen how much you matter to people. How many friends you have. How many people like and love you and I'm so glad you've seen that. Seen the amazing person you are x

. Sorry for being a whiny bitch. In a way I almost hope you see this...

But yes for one last time happy birthday my love x

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pokemonlesbian-archive-blog · 7 years

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is it too much to just say do all the emojis bc I'm abt to fall asleep I cannot read but I want ur answers 👀

#I'm sorry I didn't include the questions it just was Not gonna happen on mobile #also I didn't answer the 3rd to last just bc I always hate talking abt turn ons I hope that is OK #anyway thank you sm!!#gaysun #asks #drugs /#alcohol /#food /

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anbeee-blog · 7 years

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oh sangwoo: ignorant bliss - chapter four

i do not own the manhwa nor do i own any of the killing stalking characters except my own. i do not own the plot of the manhwa except this fanfic plot. killing stalking belongs to koogi. thank you for giving us this beautiful work of art!!

I got home that night blaming myself silly over how terrible our meeting turned out to be. After I washed down my makeup and changed into my home clothes, I turned on my laptop and laid on my bed. My apartment hummed after I'd turned on the heater, enveloping me in comfortable warmth.

Unexpectedly, my phone buzzed on my blanket and I picked it up, wary and knowing full well who it was. I turned it on and went to my messages, one sent by none other than Sangwoo himself.

[unknown]

hey

is this eunbi?

I bit my lip and my thumbs hovered over the screen, hesitating to type a reply. But he's already seen that I opened his messages. I cross my legs on my bed and text him back. Then I open my music playlist on Spotify and let it play in my room.

yeah

sangwoo rite?

mhm

are u home safe now

no one came up to u or anything

right

no nothing like that

thanks for worrying

im ok

sorry for making you worry haha

As I waited for him to reply, I hummed to the song playing on my laptop as I clicked on Tumblr in my bookmarks. I waited for the site to load and looked back at my phone, trying to ease my rapid heartbeat. What was wrong with me?

im just glad ur ok

I clutched my shirt collar and suddenly my chest hurt. He was never one to worry. We always left each other to our own devices and knew that we were capable of ourselves. This wasn't like Sangwoo, but could I really know him after only talking to him for a few hours?

thanks

can we forget about earlier?

haha no wait

i'm genuinely curious

when did it start

when did what start?

I knew damn well what he was referring to and playing dumb wouldn't delay his response any time later.

your crush on me

it's bothering me rn

i wanna know when u started liking me lol

it's kinda funny

That was all he had to say? That me liking him back then was funny? I suddenly didn't want to talk to him anymore and wanted to leave him on read. But something impulsively made me tap a fast reply back, an underlying aggression inside the message.

oh hahaha

started when u got drafted

not surprised u left so soon after we graduated lol

but u can't help it w/ girls or anyone in particular rlly

can u?

Oh my God. Had I really done that? And Sangwoo hadn't even begun typing own message. Anxiety flooded my brain and I fought to keep myself calm. My legs tangled themselves up under the blanket and my hands attempted to steady themselves while still holding the phone.

"What is wrong with me?" I asked nobody in particular.

( . . . )

He's typing.

( . . . )

The more minutes that passed by, the more my anxiety increased and I tried to contain myself. Calm down, Eunbi. It's just a text. No big deal.

ping!

u always know how to make me laugh babe

"Babe?" I whispered. As if that wasn't enough--

let's go out tmr at 3.

u down?

it's not gonna be awk as it was tonite

right

LOL

not if u make it awkward yourself haha

i also got smt else to ask

yeah? what is it

what u heard abt what happened before i left for the military

what exactly did u hear

ill explain

to make it up for earlier

He's actually going to do it, I thought. He was going to open up, as odd enough as it sounded.

i heard that ur parents got murdered

if it's tru

im so sorry

so sorry that i wasn't there for u

and that i didn't know what was going on to comfort u

im saying this in case it's tru

( . . . )

thanks eunbi

it's tru

they got murdered

i didn't take it well

the military was a way for me to cope i guess

i wish i told u about it

instead of being so closed up back then

ik im closed up now but

i'll try to open up to u now that we can talk

He's not apologizing, I noticed. But I was expecting too much of him much too soon, probably. I rubbed my temples and reached for my laptop to play another one of my music playlists. The instrumental piano always managed to soothe me, especially one of Yiruma's works. I shifted my pillows behind me and grabbed one of my Pusheen cat pillows close to me as I typed up a reply.

u don't know how much this means to me

im sorry for always trying to force u to tell me abt ur business

i was always frustrated haha

just tell me when ur ready

i wont force you anymore

😊💖💖

Breathe, Eunbi, breathe.

so where do u wanna meet tmr?

u remember that old cafe we always went to after school ?

i wanna go there

and i wanna talk more

ill tell u everything that happened while i was gone

and i wanna know more about you

and if it's alright

since it's during the day

can i come over to ur house after? read

lol

so if it weren't night then u would've come

right

haha im not gonna fuck you eunbi

I felt myself blush and screamed into my Pusheen cat pillow.

wtf no i wasn't thinking that

even if it were night i still would've come

it was just late tonite

u pervert

see u tmr at 3?

mhm

u goin to sleep?

yeah haha i have a class in the morning

shit im goin back to college lol

rlly?? which one

im at the local one that's close by.

sungsoo university

basically the only one in this area LOL

damn

im goin there soon

fuckk haha

well night eunbi

night

After I turned off my phone and my laptop, I lied back in bed hugging my Pusheen cat pillow. All I knew for a fact that this wasn't the Sangwoo that I knew back then and that he definitely, definitely changed a lot. His tone was flirtatious, practically oozing through the text. And I didn't like it. But it didn't hurt to do that, would it?

I wasn't conversing with the person that I had so closely confided with and spent almost my entire high school career with. We were grown adults now and it would be natural for men to unconsciously flirt every once in a while. Right?

The night continued to prosper outside my window and I listened to the crickets hum and some toads that croaked every now and then. He'd changed and I would have to accept it. We weren't adolescents anymore. We were thrown in a world that treated us harshly and nothing better than the dirt that we walked on. Maybe the military shaped him into that sort of thinking along with his behavior. Maybe I wasn't Sangwoo's only friend and I was just glooming over him like some obsessive freak.

It was getting late and I was acting like my high school self again, fussing over something so miniscule. Sangwoo no longer wore his glasses, enhancing his handsome appearance. Maybe his looks had thrown me off and my hormones spun out of control as a result.

I'm going crazy, I concluded. And reached over to my nightstand and turned the lamp off.

continuing in... | chapter five | (chapter will be linked as soon as i update!)

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