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bondew · 3 months

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lmao imagine not having friends cade, and imagine ur friends leaving u for sport dazz! losersssss!!

Cadence Lane.

As the professer walks in i fix my posture and move my gaze from the window to him. My laptop is already open on fresh word doccument, along with a second tap with the project. I've already emailed it so I doubt we will use it, best to stay prepared though. He begins to ramble and the 60 people in the room are visibly bored. I end up doodling on my pale hand with a black pen, still paying attention but just keeping myself occupied. I've forgotton about the idea of taking actual notes and I'm just remembering everything important. It may sounds like I dont like what I do but when you have the same chatty teacher each lecture you just eventually get sick of it. I can't stop thinking about that boy from the library, I wonder why he didn't stay with his friends, I mean they looked like they were having a great time. He was weird, reading about bugs instead of being with your friends. Like if I had friends I would spend as much time with them as possible, and I'd feel pretty shit if they were having a bunch of fun without me. Not that I want friends! That's so stupid. Maybe they're mean to him? I wouldn't be too surprised, they seem very different to bug boy. Two hours later half the class are dead asleep, the rest are bored out of their minds and a couple weird students are all bubbly and awake. To be honest they are probably survivng on caffine. I pack up my things as we get dismissed, sliding my laptop and pencil case into my black messenger bag. Shoving on a white coat over my turtle neck I step out into the hallway, just a couple steps out i run into someone. "God! Watch out!" I say by instinct. I stare at the persons as they beg to be forgiven, "Oh! I'm so sorry sir!" They smile sweetly and looks at me. "Bug boy?" I accidently say aloud. "Oh yeah! Haha!" He holds up the heavy book. "Oh shit- um I didn't mean to say that out loud, sorry!" Wait why the fuck am I apologising- I never do that! I look back up and he's just laughing while walking away.

Bug Boy.

For some odd reason as we practice my first scene, which Juliet isn't even it I'm shaking- like I may get nervous sometimes on stage but never during rehearsal?! Despite this I think I did an ok job, it's just weird how I'm so nervous today, when I woke up I was fine! God.. I spot my friends walking down the hallway as I exit the auditorium, running to them I instantly just start smiling and joking away. My friends complain about their classes and then before I can even start on mine, they all excuse themselves so they can go to training. My smile fades but I wipe it back on and just keep walking. Suddenly I bump into someone. "God! Watch out!" They snap, and I start apologizing continually. "Oh! I'm so sorry sir!" "Bug boy?" They say and I stare into their emerald eyes before realizing that they sat in front of me in the library, I hold up my book and start laughing. "Oh yeah! Haha!" I start to walk away but I still hear them say something and then mutter to themselves. I make my way off campus and find a ramen shop, I actually see a couple of my friends outside of the group but decide to just eat by myself. Swiping my card I buy a bowl and sit down at the bar seats. They don't come over to me so I assume they didn't see me. The food comes out quite quickly and I start slurping. I wonder why that guy remembered me, am I that memorable. Well it was only a couple hours ago- and I did wake him up. Oh shit- Now I've woken him up and bumped into him! He probably hates me.. I hang my head and the front of my hair touches the soup in the bowl, I pull up my head and wipe the tuffs with my sleeve. Picking up the bowl I slurp down the soup and pay before leaving. My couple friends are still in there, they were probably just talking. Luckily my literature class got cancelled since my professor is sick so I can just go back to my dorm. The streets are quite empty as I cross back to the UNI, suddenly a cast of grey storm clouds shower me in rain and I am forced to run back. Slumping down on my hard mattress I grab a towel and aggressively shake my head. Pulling off my wet clothes, I hang them on the windows and change, leaving my shirt off. I sit down at my desk with a blanket wrapped around me I check my emails just in case my professor uploads any work. Sadly she did and I'm forced to write. I begin to thoroughly read the email and I'm shocked when it's free writing. She never lets us do free so this is quite exiting. We have to write at least 10,000 words, my current work in progress has around 8,000 so I just continue that. Around an hour later it's finally at just over 10,000 and I can submit it. I make sure to replace all the swear words and recheck my spelling and grammar about a million times.

#lgbtq #mental health #friends #lgbtqia #young writer #writing #writers on tumblr

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survey--s · 2 years

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316.

Have you stayed up past 3 in the morning this week?: No, I’ve been asleep before midnight but I keep waking up at like 5am and then I can’t get back to sleep for some reason.

What was on the last sandwich you had?: I don’t remember - I’m weird and I’m not really a huge fan of sandwiches.

What does the soap you use smell like?: Honey and vanilla.

Do you prefer to wrap gifts or use gift bags?: Wrapping them as I think it looks nicer, but if something is an awkward shape then I’m guaranteed to get it wrong, lol.

The last person you spoke to, do you know their eye color?: Yeah, blue/grey.

Does anyone you know have their hair bleached?: Probably, but I don’t really pay all that much attention to people’s hair.

When you’re on the phone, do you doodle?: I did when we had a landline, but nowadays I just mess about on the computer.

Is there anyone you know by the name of Frank?: My cousins’ granddad was named Frank. He passed away a couple of years ago from heart issues.

Do you own a trenchcoat?: Nope.

Name the hardiest piece of technology you own?: Probably my phone. It’s survived numerous falls with no issues. So has this laptop actually, though the battery life is really bad now.

Have you ever written with a pen that had pink ink?: Sure, all the time when I was a kid.

Do you remember the last thing you took a picture of?: Layla.

From where you’re sitting, can you turn the lights off?: I can turn two of the sets of fairy lights off, yeah.

When was the last time you accidentally slept in?: That never really happens - either my alarm wakes me or I don’t need to get up for anything, in which case any sleep in is on purpose.

Tell me the last thing you searched on the internet?: The name of an actor from Sweeney Todd.

The last argument you had, who started it?: Mike, though it wasn’t really a proper argument, just him moaning and me not having the patience to deal with it, haha.

Do you wear a ring on your left hand middle finger?: No.

Are you currently in a smoking environment?: Nope.

Can you remember the title of the song you last sang aloud?: I’m half singing along to the Sweeney Todd soundtrack at the moment.

If a stranger smiles at you, do you smile back?: Yeah, of course. Around here, not smiling back and saying hello is considered the absolute height of rudeness, haha.

Tell me the current time?: It’s currently 8.33pm.

Are you currently listening to music through earphones?: No, i’m watching Sweeney Todd.

What color shirt are you wearing? Is it your favorite color?: Black and white - and yeah, one of them.

Do you own a pair of rubber boots?: Yeah, two pairs for work and riding.

Have you ever owned a tire swing?: No. I remember a friend of mine had one in her garden when we were growing up and I was always really envious, hahah.

Does anyone you know own a bird that can talk?: No.

What make-up are you wearing currently, if any?: Nothing. I couldn’t even tell you the last time I wore make-up.

Name one thing you are glad you accomplished today?: I worked, did two loads of laundry, washed the dog, cleaned out my car and got all the housework done so I have a totally free weekend ahead of me.

Name one thing you wished you accomplished today but didn’t?: Sleeping until my alarm went off.

Have you ever been afraid to call someone, even if you knew them well?: Yeah, I HATE talking on the phone. I’ll do it now as I kind of have to with my business but I really don’t enjoy it at all.

Do you ever not speak to someone because you’re afraid you’ll annoy them?: Pretty much, ha. Is there any drama going on in your circle of friends?: I don’t have a circle of friends, all my friends are from various different parts of my life and most of them don’t know each other.

Have you ever known a guy who caused a lot of drama?: Of course.

Is there anyone you know who wears their hair in pigtails regularly?: I used to a lot - I still do in winter when I wear beanies for work, lol.

Personally, do you think you have a nice smile?: No.

Do you have a nervous twitch?: Not as such, but I have lots of nervous habits.

Have you ever taken care of a drunk friend?: Sure, plenty of times.

How about a hungover friend?: I have done a couple of times.

Does the idea of snow-peaked mountains and a large lake sound appealing?: Absolutely. It makes me crave going back to Canada.

Pick any number that has personal significance to you?: Thirteen.

Have you ever lost your luggage at an airport?: Not in an airport, but it’s been lost on flights and stuff before. Luckily it turned up both times.

What’s your opinion on people who go hunting for sport?: It’s grim. I mean, if you’re going to eat what you kill, or sell it and use the profits to live off, knock yourself out, but I can’t get my head around killing another living being just for fun.

Have you ever been on a rollercoaster that actually scared you?: Yeah, but I mean, that’s the point lol.

Do you know anyone who can fluently speak more than two languages?: Sure, loads of people.

The last person who texted you, have you ever fought with them?: Nah. Sam is a client lol - well, the daughter of a client, anyway. She was just texting me to make sure I could take the dogs a couple of extra days over August.

How many windows are open on your computer right now?: Just this one, but there are five tabs open on here.

Do you have a fairly fast or slow internet connection?: It’s pretty fast considering how rural we are.

Have you ever gone in a sauna?: Yeah, I prefer steam rooms though.

Out of these colors, which appeals most to you: orange, blue, or green?: Blue or green.

Have you celebrated your birthday yet this year?: No, my birthday isn’t until December.

Is there anything you’re saving up for?: Just life, I suppose. Has anyone ever been prejudiced towards you?: Yeah.

Are you taller than most of your friends?: Yes.

Know anyone with a really annoying laugh?: Nobody is coming to mind off the top of my head, no.

Have you ever punched someone and broke their nose?: No. I like how you ask this as if that’s a normal thing to have done, lol.

What is the longest time you have gone without sleep?: 48+ hours.

Have you ever been someplace tropical?: Sure.

If given the opportunity, would you act in a commercial?: No.

You see an ant on the ground, do you squish it?: No.

Have you ever baked a pie?: I have, but I’m generally not very good at baking. I don’t have the patience.

What is your favorite social networking site?: Facebook or Instagram.

Who was the last person to call you?: Jade.

Does anyone in your family tell funny stories?: Sure.

Do you believe in finders keepers in most situations? No.

Is there a war memorial where you live?: Yeah, in the main square.

Has anyone in your family fought in any of the wars?: One of my cousins fought in Iraq but I’ve never met him.

Would you make any changes to your current bedroom?: It needs re-painting so I’d probably pick a new colour scheme for it.

Has a stray dog ever tried to bite you?: Not a stray dog as such, but an off-lead dog out of control.

When riding a bus, do you prefer to sit up front, down back or the middle?: In the front, otherwise I get sick.

Have you ever been on a cross-country train ride?: Yeah, from Austria to Switzerland. It was both long and boring, lol.

Are you normally a person to tell people off?: No. I hate confrontation. Name an object that most would consider odd that’s special to you?: My teddy bear.

What animal have you always wanted as a pet but couldn’t have?: A horse, but the cost is extortionate and honestly I don’t think I have the energy or dedication to care for one everyday.

Do you currently have any bugbites?: Yeah, I got bitten about ten times on my last walk today.

Is where you live on a boulevard, road, street, or avenue?: None of the above.

Is there currently any caffeine in your system?: Probably, but I’m trying to cut down on caffeine before bed.

Look around, are things organized?: Yes.

Is there any TV show that ended that you wish hadn’t?: Nothing is coming to mind right now.

Know what you’re planning to do after this?: I’ll finish watching Sweeney Todd and then probably go to bed and read or something as my back is starting to ache.

#survey #surveys

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pigdemonart · 2 years

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(I am so sorry for the essay I got carried away) Okay, so whenever I find a fanartist I enjoy I have a habit of consciously or unconsciously analyzing what aspects of their work I enjoy and certain skills that stick out to me. That way I can see what I can apply to my own work and see what I want to improve in. I've always been passionate about storytelling and character expressions. What really floors me about your art is how expressive your body language is and *especially* how NATURAL-1/3

HELLO, fellow artist! I appreciate your comments, means a ton! I don't think you were being abrasive at all lol I personally think I'm still leagues away from where I want my art to be, as is the artist's plight i guess. But I have been drawing for a long time, so I feel comfortable with sharing some tips. I just hope it helps! ^^; I will attempt to answer your question below the cut:

SO... -sits-

I get it. I know the desperate feeling of wanting to become better but not knowing where to start. I feel like artists are always playing catch-up with their own skillset, because sometimes we understand something better than our hands can create and that can be very frustrating.

For starters, the best piece of advice I can give is to use references. I know that's like basic 101, but I grew up in early dA days where using ref was seen as "cheating" so I always stress its importance. If you get good enough at anatomy and figure drawing that you can potentially draw poses from memory or make them up, that's all well and good. But there's a difficulty spike when it involves multiple characters. I would never successfully draw characters dancing (for example) without a reference. In the industry, references are as much of a tool as your pencil/pen.

In terms of my own references, I don't have any particular ones. I usually search google for specifics, or ask Cheri to pose for me lol. BUT, in the absence of good refs, I do have handy 3D models. On the iPad (i think it works on the phone as well) there's ArtPose and PoseMaker. I know there's a free web poser called JustSketchMe (never used it, but seems to be similar in nature.) ClipStudio, if you have it, has their own 3d models as well, and its by far one of my favorite tools. I think a program like that would certainly help envision how characters are placed in a 3D space. These things are hard to visualize in a 2D medium without a fuck ton of practice.

I would also suggest starting out simple. I feel like a lot of us from the get-go wanna go right in to throwing characters at each other hugging or kissing, etc etc.

Try showing characters in conversation, or giving each other meaningful looks -- simple can be effective. Also, try starting out small with thumbnails or margin doodles. I swear I only got better at drawings because I spent 50% of my school time doodling ideas on my notebooks haha

have some old work as examples:

In conclusion, I can't feasibly come up with any super insightful or magical words of wisdom that can give you the exact answer. With art and improvement, it usually always comes back to "practice and use reference." ^^

I wish you a lot of luck on your art journey, anon!

#pig talks #ask the pig #anon #art advice #i guess??? lol mostly me rambling aaa #haha these drawings have never seen the light of daaaay

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pies-writes-and-more · 3 years

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I hate that I love you p. 13

13. I hate you

Series Masterlist

Previous Chapter // Epilogue

Warnings: annoyingly persistent dude shows up this time, but not for long so don’t worry! probably some swearing too, and a first time writer’s SMAU so might be awful lol

Pairing: Tsukishima Kei x Fem!Reader

A/N: how are we already done this fic omg... i won’t lie to yall, I finished the majority of the chapters within a few days cause I was so excited to write haha. But thank you so much for everyone who has kept up with this series and has interacted with me about it! I love interactions so never feel like you can’t interact okay? :)

Anyways! Onto the story! More written things this time cause you know, we can’t have a big finale and a confession that needs to be said over a text (or at least i don’t personally like text confessions so here we are lol) Enjoy :)

Tsukishima groaned internally as he thought about what to type next. This was the moment he had been waiting for all week. You were finally talking to him, even if it was over text. He didn’t want to mess this up and have your name never pop up in his notifs again. But what would he even say?

He wasn’t even really sure what happened, how he ended up here waiting for the nurse to bring him an ice pack. He knew the gist of it but the details were still a tad hazy.

“Doesn’t matter how much she rejects me! I’m going to keep trying! Girls like that, you know. If you start slacking off, she’ll just start ignoring you!” The guy had practically yelled across the courtyard in Tsukishima’s direction. It wasn’t that it really pissed him all that much off. It was more the way the guy was talking about you that got under Tsukishima’s skin. “She’s just so beautiful and so smart, she’d make the perfect girl to have on my arm! I don’t care how many times she says no, Y/N’ll be mine eventually!”

Before Tsukishima even knew it, he had a fistful of the guy’s shirt in his hand, glaring down at him, “Stop talking about her like she’s some sort of prize. Besides, how old are you? Even a toddler can understand what NO means.”

Maybe Noya and Tanaka had been passing through and Yamaguchi had called for their help, or maybe they just decided to jump in, but before he knew it, Tsukishima felt himself fall back. Noya and Tanaka had both thrown him aside (neither of them meaning to, they just had a lot of adrenaline and wanted to get up in front). Even though Tsukishima told Y/N he didn’t really hit his head, he could remember the pain surging through his skull. His head was killing him.

Did he black out? Or was he just missing pieces? Tsukishima thought back to the moment and frowned. All he could really remember was the pain and then suddenly, you were crouched next to him with that worried look in your eyes. Honestly, he thought he was dreaming because you were sitting there right next to him, holding his hand and touching his face.

“Tsukki, are you okay?” You had asked him, helping him sit up. He felt his cheeks flush in that moment, realizing what had just happened. Tanaka and Noya were still yelling at the guy, not even realizing they had practically thrown Tsukishima across the courtyard.

“OH SO YOU THINK YOU CAN TREAT GIRLS LIKE SHIT HMMM???” Tanaka had screamed.

“IF YOU SO MUCH AS LOOK IN Y/N’S DIRECTION WE WILL COME AFTER YOU. DON’T YOU KNOW THE POWER OF SECOND YEARS?” Noya had added in, the two of them making the best intimidating faces they could manage.

“We should get you to the nurse’s office,” you had told him and before he knew it here he was. He could remember leaning against you as the two of you walked but other than that, it was all a blur.

“Here’s an ice pack, try to rest okay? No volleyball for at least a few days too,” the nurse was telling him and he just nodded. He hadn’t even gotten another word typed out before she had come back and now he was going to have to face you without really knowing what to say.

“So?” You looked up at him in anticipation and Tsukishima wasn’t really sure what you were asking about - his last text or his head.

“I’m fine,” he stated quietly, holding the ice to his head. “I don’t think I have a concussion but I can’t play for a while.”

“I’m sorry,” you mumbled nervously, eyes darting away from his. This had been because of you. You felt the guilt fill you up - if you had just gotten the guy to leave you alone in the first place, none of this would’ve happened. Maybe you should’ve done what Bokuto and the others told you to do and talk to the school’s administration about it. But it seemed like such a trivial thing to complain about.

“Oi,” Tsukishima interrupted your thoughts, nudging you. He could see that guilt written all over your face. “Stop it. It’s not like you hit me or anything.”

“Yeah well, but it’s not like I didn’t want to,” you huffed, frowning up at him. The two of you stood there awkwardly for a moment, both of you waiting for the other to bring up the topic of anticipation. “So... are you going to explain your last text?” You finally asked, a ball of nerves sitting in your stomach.

Tsukishima bit on his inner cheek, thinking about all the things he had wanted to say to you for the past week. “I’m bad with words when it comes to how I’m feeling,” he stated quietly. “I’m good with facts. I know for a fact that there are so many things about you that I hate.”

Wow great start to the conversation, you thought to yourself, your heart falling a bit. The two of you hadn’t spoken in a week and this is how he wanted to do things?

“Let me finish,” he grumbled, seeing the discomfort in your eyes. “I hate how you click your pen when you’re nervous for a test, I hate that you doodle on my notes in class or that you draw smiley faces on my hand when I’m not paying attention. I hate that you text me at 3 in the morning to ask me questions about the homework or just to ask me how I am. I hate the fact that you refuse to put your books back in your bag and that you’ll just carry them in your arms because we both know you’re clumsy and that you’ll end up dropping something. I hate that you’re always the loudest person during my matches, I hate that I can pick you out of a crowd and that when I can’t see you I get worried.”

Your eyebrows furrowed a little as he continued, his eyes now starting to avoid yours.

“I hate that you get along with all my teammates and I hate that they make you smile and laugh. I hate that you and Bokuto are good friends and that he makes you happy. I hate everything about you because everything you do just makes me like you more.”

You blink in confusion... was this.. supposed to be some sort of twisted confession?

“I hate that you were so childish that you ignored me for a whole week for being an asshole and that it’s been the most miserable week of my life. I hate that I heard your voicemail more times than your actual voice this week because you wouldn’t pick up the phone. I hate seeing that you hadn’t sent me a text message back, I hate that I wake up at 3 in the morning just in case you reached out to me. I hate that there were no smiley faces on my arm and no doodles on my notes, I hate that I wasn’t able to help you pick up your books or study with you. I hate that I can’t stop thinking about you from the time that I wake up, to the time I go to bed, I hate that you’re in my dreams every single night and I hate that no matter how many times I’ve dreamt about saying these things, it’s never the way that you deserve. I hate that you’re effortlessly perfect and that every guy who walks by you knows it too,” Tsukishima’s hands balled into fists as he thought about it all, scoffing a little at himself.

How desperate, he thought to himself. He hated how absolutely cheesy he sounded. But he couldn’t stop now. “I hate... I hate everything about you because everything you do just makes me fall harder for you. I hate that I love you, Y/N because no matter how much I want to hate you, I just can’t.”

Time must’ve stopped right then and there. Or else that’s what it felt like. Tsukishima had finally said the words that you were waiting for the whole time you’d known him. Tsukishima... loved you? Everything you felt was... mutual?

Maybe time hadn’t stopped at all and you were just staring at him in complete shock, because Tsukishima was shifting awkward in the empty hall the two of you were in, waiting for some sort of reply out of you. “O-Oh!” He recovered quickly, his whole face turning red, feeling like it was you waiting for him to say something else. “A-And I’m sorry. For being an ass.” His eyes dropped to the ground, holding his head in shame, “I know I was being a dick about Bokuto. And after the first game you came to. I thought that the whole jersey thing was going to make you realize how I felt but you just thought it was to freak out your stalker and...”

“I only thought that cause when you gave me your jacket, you told me it was for the plan,” you interrupted quickly, biting on your lip nervously. “I didn’t... I didn’t want to believe that you would really give me your jersey cause that would mean that everything Yamaguchi said was true.”

Tsukishima looked at you for a moment, a small scowl on his lips, “What did Yamaguchi say?”

A small smile started to play on your lips, “That Tsukishima Kei had a big fat crush on me. Who knew?” You couldn’t help but giggle, watching as this tall glaring bean pole started to go pink with embarrassment. There was such a relief off of your shoulders, knowing that he was admitting how he was feeling and apologizing.

“S-So you knew?”

“Of course not,” you laugh, shaking your head. “I figured Yamaguchi just told me that because he was encouraging my crush on you!” The words slipped from your lips before you could slap a hand over your mouth, eyes widening as you look up at him.

There was that stupid smirk on his lips, growing bigger as he tilted his chin up in pride, “So Y/N Y/L/N has a crush on me huh?”

You scoff, rolling your eyes a little in embarrassment, “Pfft. What? Me? No way.”

Tsukishima smirked, catching your chin in his fingers and forcing you to look at him, “Go out with me,” he demanded softly, pressing his forehead against yours gently. “For real this time.”

Your whole body was going hot with how he was looking at you, the soft but teasing look in his eyes was driving you insane. You hadn’t ever seen him look at you like this before, “O-Okay,” you mumbled quickly and Tsukishima smiled. A real genuine giddy sort of smile.

Before you could embarrass yourself further, you shove his shoulder gently and pull away, walking towards the exit, “But if you’re ever that much of an ass to me ever again, I’m never talking to you again!” You yell over your shoulder, trying to pretend like your heart wasn’t just leaping out of your chest.

It didn’t take long for Tsukishima’s long legs to catch up with you, casually opening the hallway doors for you, “Fine.”

“Don’t think you confessing to me makes up for anything, I’m still mad at you.”

“What? Why! I said I was sorry! I thought you said it was ice cream or words! And I apologized!” His scowl was evident, even though his heart was fluttering. Everything he wanted, it was finally happening.

“Well you were a real asshole so you’re going to need at least words AND ice cream.”

“You’re impossible.”

“But you loveeee me.”

“Maybe.”

“Just wait till Yamaguchi finds out your whole confession was about you hating me,” you mused as the two of you walked and Tsukishima groaned a little. With how sassy Yamaguchi was getting, he was never going to hear the end of it.

“I will literally buy you any kind of ice cream you want, just don’t tell him,” Tsukishima mumbled, not wanting to admit how embarrassed he would be if his best friend scolded him over his confession.

“No way,” you laugh, shaking your head with a huge smile. “Tsukishima Kei finally confessed to me and I need Yamaguchi to know that he did it in a very Tsukishima way.”

The blond boy just groaned but he swiftly grabbed your hand and stuffed it in his pocket with his own. You tried not to seem so surprised and quickly started looking in every direction but his, not wanting him to notice how nervous you were getting every time his thumb would slowly make a circle along your skin. The two of you walked back to your friends, chatting away the tension that had been so thick before, as if it was a totally normal day for you. As if both of you weren’t thinking I’m the luckiest person alive.

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thebeautyoffanfics · 3 years

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Hey! I always loved your writing and you actually inspired me to write some myself so I want to request if it’s alright…

Can I have Hanako x f!reader who doesn’t believe in love (this having to due with her parents never getting along). She says that it’s just a little word people say to make them feel better about themselves and it’s a waste of time.

But she can’t help but fall in love with Hanako and gets on flustered when he’s around but tries to tell herself it’s not love. Oneshot please!

Thank you and feel free to ignore if you want!

hanako x f!reader

a/n: hello hello!! thank you so much for the compliment- that’s really sweet, and it genuinely means the world to me;; but, sure thing! (ahh, the fact that i wrote a rengoku fic about the reader feeling that way not long ago- this is a topic I’m familiar with, so I hope that it makes it turn out even better? haha) thank you so much for requesting, and I hope this turns out alright!!! <333 also, if you ever want to share your writings, do feel free to tag me/let me know somehow! I’m sure they’re amazing, and I’d love to read them, should you be comfortable with it!! :DD

bro i guess this request resonated with me bc i genuinely like,,, went off. So it’s,,, pretty long- i hope that’s alright haanofnaoinf-

warnings: implied parental issues?

word count: 2,363

Love was ridiculous. It was a stupid idea. An overused word, thrown onto any situation in which you felt something other than anger, fear, sadness, or disgust. If something made you even a little happy, you’d claim to love it. If someone showed you basic human decency, you’d claim to love them.

You hated it. It made you feel sick.

It’s not like you could control what everyone else did, you supposed. So, you’d continue on normally. If you didn’t fall in love, then there was no worry about falling out of it- that’s what you figured. That’s what you told yourself. Love wasn’t real in the first place- how could such an overused word hold any true meaning? It was like a 1st grade pinky promise. It was easily broken, as if it held any truth to it when the kids exchanged a deal. No matter how much either part of it trusted the promise, it made it no more real or true.

Yep… love was best put as a 1st grade pinky promise.

Maybe not-

Still, such a strong opinion on love, an unmoving opinion, with your own “proof” to back it up… made it hard when you thought that it may be put to question. You walked near the bathroom, the girls’ bathroom, and heard a girl from your class shout something. You couldn’t tell what, but you did notice her slightly annoyed expression as she left the bathroom.

Ah, the girl who seemed to be constantly head-over-heels for boys- particularly Minamoto-senpai, you had noted. It wasn’t like he’d return the feelings, you figured. It’s not like her “love” was anything more than an obsession.

Still, you figured there must have been some other girl in the bathroom. Yashiro probably had friends- she talked to Aoi a lot. Maybe the school’s princess was teasing her friend. You pushed open the door, noticing that all the stalls were empty. The only other entity in the bathroom was… a floating, slightly-transparent boy. He was laughing, and you went ahead and assumed it was at Yashiro’s annoyance.

You sighed, running a hand through your hair. Honestly, you just needed to pee, but it shouldn’t have surprised you. Little mokke running around the school constantly, weird things happening, a boy in the girls’ bathroom wasn’t life-changing. Or so you figured.

You grumbled, making some comment you weren’t even sure you got, as you stepped into a stall. Not acknowledging him would surely be best. You were fairly new to the school, and it wasn’t like you were insanely fond of public restrooms anyway. You’d never have to see him again. Plus, if he was anything like the other supernaturals, you were sure he’d be a handful. That was your thought process, as you washed your hands, glimpsing up at the mirror hung above the sink- you caught another glimpse at him.

An old uniform. Brown, almost shaggy, hair. His eyes were amber, and rather large- the way he held his hands, you silently compared him to a puppy. Innocent face, playful eyes- almost too alive for a ghost. He turned his head, nearly making eye contact, but you continued to study his appearance. A white… bandage? Sticker? Something- stuck to his face, the kanji for “seal” written in red.

Weird.

“My, you look as if you’ve seen a ghost,” He spoke, bringing a hand to his mouth, as a mischievous smirk came to his face.

A pain in the neck.

Your eyebrows furrowed, as you looked back down, turning off the sink and drying your hands.

“Oh? Gonna pretend you didn’t see me? How cruel,”

Still, you ignored him. He couldn’t be serious. How was he so sure you didn’t simply think you caught something out of the corner of your eye? Was he messing with you, or trying to lighten the mood?

“I don’t think I want to associate with a pervy ghost,” You said, shutting the door behind you. As if right on time, the bell rang, signaling that lunch was over. With that, you made your way to class, hoping to not have to deal with any more paranormal things.

…

Unfortunately, things don’t always go as planned. As the rest of the day took it’s sweet time to pass, you sat, spacing out as you thought about that boy. He was one of the first humanoid supernaturals you had seen at the school- honestly, you half-hoped that all of them were cute little bunnies. Not… strangely eye-catching boys… how weird.

You sighed, clicking your pen, letting the quiet sound drown the teacher’s ramblings out a bit. Ca-click, click-click, ca-click, click-click.

“Y’know, people find that little sound annoying sometimes. It never bothered me, but teachers seem to be so sensitive about it.”

Jumping, you turned your head a bit, only to be practically nose-to-nose with the boy from the bathroom. Your heartbeat increased from the surprise, but you placed your hand on your chin, pretending to not have seen anything. Not only did you not want to give him much of your time or energy, but you definitely didn’t want to attract negative attention from the normal kids around you. Your eyes scanned the room, and you noticed Yashiro looking in your direction, most likely at the boy. Yes, she definitely saw him too.

“Waaah, Yashirooooo, the new girl’s totally ignoring me!” He sighed, floating over to her. She looked away as well, focusing intensely on whatever the teacher had to say. You weren’t even sure by this point, watching the two out of the corner of your eye. You stopped clicking your pen, watching as he stood behind Yashiro, leaning against her as he peered at her notes.

He glanced at you again, and you looked away. The boy, who you were now curious as to what his name could be, floated back over to your desk, glancing at your notes.

“You really aren’t paying attention, huh! Yashiro’s not much better- her page is mainly doodles. How on earth do you plan to pass like this, haha?”

You glared at him slightly, before lifting your pen, and clicking it open. Annoyed, you flipped to another page, and scribbled something down. He leaned forward a bit, looking at whatever it is you wrote.

“Leave me alone, toilet boy.”

He laughed, patting your back. “Toilet boy? What’s with all the insults, I barely know youuuuuu- plus, I have a name. I’m Hanako. School Mystery Number 7, Hanako-san of the toilet! Not ‘toilet boy’, nor a pervy ghost.”

You raised your eyebrows, writing once more.

“Wonderful. Now leave me alone, ‘Hanako-san of the toilet’.”

Days passed, and he certainly didn’t leave you alone. In fact, you grew to find yourself spending more time than you expected to with him. You assisted with supernaturals from time to time, even meeting his two other friends properly- Kou Minamoto and Yashiro Nene. You all slowly, but surely, became friends.

“I’m done wiping the mirrors,” You said, tossing the dirty rag into the bucket.

“I’m done mopping!” Yashiro exclaimed, sighing as she leaned against the mop.

“I’ve finished dusting too,” Kou added.

Hanako nodded, clapping cheerfully. “Great job, everyone! Can’t wait to see the same enthusiasm tomorrow!!”

The three of you collectively groaned, rolling your eyes. “Yes, yes, just like that,” Hanako laughed, moving his legs to sit in the air in a criss-cross fashion. Light conversation picked up, Kou talking to Yashiro, and Hanako throwing in a comment every so often. You stood, leaning against the sink, watching your friends look so happy. Hanako glanced at you, closing his eyes as he grinned.

Your heart rate picked up, and you felt your face grow warm. Your eyebrows furrowed just slightly, as you glanced away. It wasn’t the first time a little action like that made your heart go haywire. Not just your heart- your stomach, your legs, your arms. The moment Hanako grinned at you, hugged you, or emptily flirted, you felt as though you lost the ability to function. It couldn’t be love… no, you didn’t want to fall in love.

“Right, but it's getting late, guys. I should really head home,” Yashiro spoke, putting the mop up as she did so. Kou nodded, glancing over at the clock. “I’ve got to get home and work on dinner,” He said, putting the duster away, and grabbing his things.

Hanako glanced at you.

“I don’t really have any plans. I finished homework in class, so I think I’ll linger around for a bit more.”

“Alright! Be safe when you head home, (Y/N)! I’ll see you guys tomorrow,” Yashiro spoke, waving as she left the room. “Bye guys! Be safe!” Kou added, leaving not long after she did. Silence filled the room for a moment, the only thing breaking it being the sound of your shoes as you made your way to the window seal. Taking a seat, you looked at Hanako expectantly.

“Well? Any more stories of the things I missed out on?”

...

“The Confession Tree?” You questioned, the other two humans long gone by now, leaving Hanako to recount to you previous adventures they had gone on.

“Yep! Yashiro and I took care of that one- it was honestly easier than most of them were. He’s still around, just nothing bigger than one of those pre-cut broccolis. The rumor was, you’d confess under him, and he’d make the feelings mutual~, buuut, it obviously got way out of control.”

“That’s so stupid.”

Hanako raised his eyebrows, not expecting such a distasteful tone of voice. “What is?”

“A supernatural forcing some kids to ‘fall in love’,” You made air quotes, before continuing, “it’s pretty gross. Love’s nothing more than some overused word. It’s tagged onto everything, and it’s basically used to make you feel better. It’s all a waste.”

For once, he was silent. Several questions began to circulate in his mind, but a part of him was… somewhat hurt.

“But what if I love you?” He questioned, tilting his head. His face felt warm, but he tried to steady his heartbeat. It wasn’t a direct confession. No, just a question. A ‘what if.’

You blinked, your face feeling warm. You understood- of course, it was nothing more than a ‘what if.’ “It wouldn’t be love. You’d be interested in me, only for the interest to go away eventually- even if it took a week. Even if it took years. Just… trust me, Hanako. I’m not the smartest person in the world, but- once you see it happen to the two people who are supposed to be there for you forever, you get the memo. It isn’t love. Never was, never will be.”

Those words you spoke… you didn’t like the fact that you questioned their sincerity. Especially when you were blushing, the boy who made you question those words looking at you with his big, rather beautiful eyes. “Or… that’s… what I think,” You added, the heat rising to your face only making you feel worse, as he blinked. His undivided attention on you- on what you said- made your heart beat much faster than you wished it would.

And suddenly, he was closer. Too close. Way too close. His eyes began to shut, as his face drew closer to yours. Your heart began to beat quicker than it had before- your face grew hotter than it already was- your eyes widened, as you silently questioned what on earth he was going.

One of his hands grabbed your wrist, and you looked over at your arm he was holding, then back up at him. His face was still close, so close you were sure you’d smell him if he still had a scent. So close he could probably feel the heat radiating off of your face, if he could still distinguish hot from cold.

“Then why is your heart beating so fast?” He finally questioned, thumb pressed against your radial artery, as if the warmth of your face wasn’t enough of a sign.

“Because- you’re… way too close.”

“But you aren’t pushing me away? I’ll scoot back if you want. I’m not a mind reader though, so just use your words.”

Your mouth felt dry. Why weren’t you saying anything? You could speak. Open your mouth and tell him to move. Take your free hand and shove him.

But… a part of you didn’t want him to move.

Hanako smiled once more, his eyebrows drawn together slightly, as if he were saddened by something. “I’m sorry that you were dealt a hand like that in life. It’s easy to look around and find all the negatives in life. But,” He leaned forward a bit more, nose nearly touching yours, “you aren’t your parents. You don’t need to follow in their footsteps. Don’t let their problems influence you so heavily to where you miss out on potentially great things. It’s okay to be sad about it. It’s okay to be scared. But it’s still your life, not theirs. If everyone’s overuse of it bothers you, then only say it when you mean it. Still, if you feel love, embrace it.”

Your eyes felt slightly prickly, as they watered up a bit. His sincerity… your racing heart. Maybe, just maybe… you were in love.

“I… think I love you, Hanako,” You muttered. You were scared. You were scared that he’d tell you he was joking- or that maybe this wasn’t love. Scared of so many things, stemming from one little word. Yet, you tried to embrace it.

“I love you, (Y/N). And nothing will change that,” He said, his smile widening. Quickly, he closed his eyes, closing the distance between the two of you. His lips were… cold. His touch was the only thing that reminded you that he wasn’t alive. Still, the warmth of his words made up for it, as you closed your eyes into the kiss.

His encouragement wouldn’t drown out the fear completely. He couldn’t take the memories away. But he tried… he told you that he loved you, so… you’d believe him. After all, you hadn’t heard him overusing the word. It only made that moment feel that much more genuine.

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meruz · 3 years

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Aforementioned long ask post please excuse me while i try to figure out tumblr's new text editor. I’ll get into the art meme questions first and then the rest at the end.

Ok first of all thank you all for sending in questions! Giving me an excuse to talk hehe. I’ll address these in number order. Here’s a link to the ask meme for reference but also I’ll restate the question for ease of reading.

1. When did you get into art?

Super cliche answer but I don’t remember a time where I WASN’T the weird art kid! I started keeping a dedicated sketchbook when I was about 12? But here’s a page from my kindergarten journal about what I want to be when I grow up.

2. What art-related sites have you ever signed up for?

LOL this is a weird question. Not sure why so many people want to know. Anyways I definitely had a dA. more than one dA account. I used to browse oekakis when I was a kid but I think I was only signed up to some small ones that internet friends owned. What else...? Mangabullet,Tegakie, Paintberri, iscribble back when that was a thing, instagram if that COUNTs, I used to post art on livejournal and dreamwidth too. Patreon, I guess. Gumroad, inprnt, bigcartel, storenvy all for selling stuff.

In terms of resources.. I have a schoolism account that I’m sharing with friends. Used to take classes on coursera for free. I signed up to textures.com for work recently haha. I can’t remember if I ever had an account on posemaniacs. Did they have accounts...? I definitely used to visit all the time.

3. Show us your oldest piece of art you have on hand.

Alright here’s me actually logging into my old deviantart account. These are from September 2008 So I was 13 years old. I don’t have a deviantart account from before then because 13 was the required age for having an account and I didn’t want to lie about my age because I wanted people to be impressed by how young yet clearly incredible at art I was LOL.

4. What defines your artistic style?

You guys are probably more equipped to answer this than me but uh... I wanna say... Focus on colors. And... a slightly heavy hand? Like confident... not always well-considered mark making HAH...

Also I think I have a pretty healthy mix of american comics/manga influences. I feel like people who are into american comics always think my art is too manga and people who are into anime/manga always think my art is too american. And I’m taking that as a good sign.

5. Do you practice other styles/have you tried other styles in the past?

I like to think I switch it up a bunch! I mean, these are pretty different, right?

I think I’ve mentioned this before but one thing I really took away from art school is that, for an illustrator at least, art style shouldn’t be consistent. Your greatest weapon is changing the aspects of your style based on the task, the emotions and message you want to illustrate etc. So depending on the project I’m working on, the fandom I’m drawing for, whether I want something to be funny or serious or dramatic, I’ll change things about my style all the time.

One thing I don’t rly post on here is really tight polished work and that’s because I do that for my day job haha. If you’re not paying me... I’m probably not gonna color in the lines.

6. What levels of artistic education have you had?

I have a whole ass diploma LOL. Bachelor of Fine Arts in Illustration. from the Rhode Island School of Design. And I had a great college experience tbh. Besides the student loans. If any of you guys are thinking about art school feel free to e-mail or message me questions or concerns, I’ll be happy to help. Be as honest as I can be.

7. Show us at least one picture you drew or sketched recently that you did not put on a public site.

heres the wandavision kids. Uhh what else do I have...I feel like I’m rummaging for loose change here...

assorted valentines prep doodles

8. What is your favourite piece that you have done?

Well, obviously this is gonna change all the time and generally it’s gonna be my most recent piece LOL. So yeah, why the hell not. I’ll say it’s this one. I have a pretty short memory which I count as a blessing for an artist. I don’t dwell that long on older work and it keeps me moving forward.

10. What do you like most about your art?

I like that it’s something that only I would make! I had this thought fairly recently and I wrote it down in my sketchbook, it’s pretty cheesy and rambling but it felt revolutionary at the time:

So yeah. I like my art best when it’s the most me and for me. And I like it least when it feels like I’m just making something for social media or for other people’s expectations or whatever.

14. What do you like drawing the most?

Kids in baggy clothing are like my go-to LOL idk if that’s obvious. but also I like being challenged so lately I’ve really loved drawing multi-character compositions, environments, weird angles, etc.

oh i LOVE drawing the underside of shoes lol. And bandages. People that are kinda beat up.. I think it comes from getting a bunch of cuts all the time. I’m always patching myself up and I want to patch characters up too.

15. What do you like drawing the least?

mmm I try to find something to like in every drawing but lets see... I don’t like doing commissions of people’s dogs. Just because it’s normally like... a family friend and my mom volunteered me without my consent and I don’t even really know what they’re expecting me to draw and I don’t even get to meet the dog. Also I’m not that great at dog anatomy. Trying to learn though.

18. What is your purpose for drawing?

This could have a million answers! Uhhh to GIT GOOD??? But also to express myself... and also to make money... I mean it depends on what the drawing IS. I draw fanart mostly to connect to people in the fandom so if you ever see me drawing fanart please take it as like an open invitation to talk to me about the character haha.

20. How would you rank your art? (poor, mediocre, good, etc.)

Good!!! I have a lot of self-confidence primarily born out of ignorance and a short attention span. If I don’t think too hard about how many other artists are mindblowingly unfathombly good... its easy to think I’m good too! LOL

In all seriousness though, I think the opinion a person has of their art is like a crazy balancing act, right? Like you have to think you suck enough to want to get better but also you have to think you’re good enough to not want to give up. I think we’re all walking that line, I know I am! But also I’m a glass half-full type of person so. Most of the time I feel good about it.

22. List at least one of your “artspirations.”

This is a good question because I’ve been trying and failing to put together one of those “influence map” memes for like a full month now. What’s giving me a hard time is I feel like none of these are actually really obvious “““influences”““ in my art? Like it’s hard to see a lot of them in the work I make...? But idk maybe you guys’ll see what I can’t.

And these are just a couple! God there’s so many more. I could talk about other artists for ages, from all different genres of art. Daumier, Rockwell like every illustrator out there, Dana Gibson, Alex Toth, Hiroshi Yoshida, a lot of the Brandywine School. Lots of current working artists too, Karl Kerschl, frikkin Masashi Kishimoto lol, Jake Wyatt, Richie Pope, Edouard Caplain, Matt Cook, Sachin Teng, - lots of big internet artists, Sophie Li, Freddy Carrasco, Milliofish, Angela Sung... like all my friends from art school too. I could just keep going but I’ll stop for now lol.

24. Do you have a shameful art past? (recolour sprite comics, tracing art, etc.)

I mean if that’s how we’re defining shameful?? sure LOL. It’s not sprite comics but I used to do pokemon sprite recolors all the time. And I used to trace manga panels and color them... Granted this was all when I was like under 12 yrs old so it’s not even embarrassing. Can you really call it shameful when a 7 year old wets the bed or whatever? Not really. In fact some of these are cool as fuck. Look

25. Draw a picture!

Man I’m so tired now but here.

I used to get a lot of compliments for drawing people smiling lol but I don’t think I’ve drawn a lot of smiling lately.. here’s proof I’ve still got it.

OK MEME DONE. onto the rest.

I read this ask first thing when i opened my computer in the morning and it made me really emotional.. I’m so glad my sketches could help you!!

I think a lot of artists on social media talk about the struggle of making art but imo not enough people talk about the joy! Like I know it’s corny but. I really meant what I said at the beginning of that sketchbook about re-contextualizing art around process and progress > product and perfection. I think its super important..! The strength of messy, unfinished, and energetic art! For the feeling of it, for the love it!

That's crazy!!! I hope you like 'em. The whole line of x-books is really good rn imo.

Hi! I totally have the answer for digital stuff on my faq lol. But in terms of drawing on paper.. it varies! I tend to use sketchbooking and any on-paper doodling I do as a way to loosen up/warm-up or experiment. But right now my go-to aresenal is:

from top > bottom

- kuretake no.55 doublesided brush pen

- tombow fudenosuke

- muji 0.38 ballpoint

- medium size poscas

- grey tombow double brush pens

- good ol bic mechanical pencil

not EXACTly sure which inking you referring to from my sketchbook but if I had to take a guess it'd probably be the kuretake no55. That's been my main inker, lately. Great for sketching with the thin end too.

You can print out and eat my art if you like. Just please don't mass produce or re-sell. <3

Thanks! I've come to accept that my art is always gonna be sort of gestural and painty naturally. It's getting it to tighten up enough to be legible that's hard lol...

uh yeah lol I agree actually. I think yolei is great.

I assume these asks are related? LOL

1) Yeah totally true. I love David.

2) I don’t take requests, sorry! But if you want to commission me to draw Legion i would be MORE than happy to. Just e-mail me at [email protected].

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honeypirate · 3 years

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Hi Honey!💖✨ For your 4/20 event (which I love so so much I love your brain) I’d like to request Koshi Sugawara with a stargazing date and a soulmate au please 🥺

! I hope you like this! I always go hard with soulmate aus because they’re one of my favs haha.

Event Masterlist

Suga x reader + stargazing + soulmates

I love Suga!

For the soulmate part of the au I chose to combine

Each soulmate pair has a constellation, the constellation that you perceive to be the brightest is one you share with your soulmate.

Andddd

Special pens where if both soulmates are holding their special pen, they can both write/draw the same thing. (Like sharing one pen in different locations.) but with this one it’s like a man made thing that not everyone uses.

Okay here we gooooo

“You’re a genius!” You say to Michimiya and she laughs, cheeks flushing a little from your excited outburst “we should have a party tonight with the both clubs and we can hang out in my backyard and project a movie and relax for our day off of school!”

“Thank you y/n! I thought it would be really fun too” you elbow her and waggle your brows “and then you can see if Daichi shares your constellation” you say and she covers her face. Not even trying to deny it.

You didn’t rely on the stars as much as she did, you thought your soulmate constellation was beautiful but you didn’t think it would be so easy to use it to find your soulmate.

You relied more on the soulmate pen. A new invention that connects to your nervous system and then connects to the cloud. If your soulmate also has their own connection then it’s like you’re using one pen at the same time. If you shake it, it’ll vibrate the other to let you know they’re gonna write. You’ve had yours for a few months and use it for everything, your soulmate didn’t have one it seemed, but it was a really good pen anyway and you liked using it.

You took your pen and notebook out, giving it a shake before you begin to write, checking the connection was a habit that you didn’t realize you had because of how often you did it and how often it was never responded to.

You wrote out a grocery list and titled it ‘friends night!’ With little doodles of you and Michimiya and balloons. Using her help to list what you might need for snacks and drinks and what you could ask others to bring.

When the night came your parents promised they’d stay away and you and your friends would have the downstairs and the whole backyard to yourselves. You put up the projector as well as blow up camping beds and chairs and all the blankets and pillows you owned. You strung out some string lights and hung up streamers and other things as well making stuff for nachos and having snacks and sodas at the ready.

As you were writing out a different list to calm your nerves from waiting for people to show up, your pen vibrates and you scream, throwing it across the room.

“What’s up?” Michimiya asks and you grin and laugh “it vibrated! They have a pen!”

Yui laughs and hands your pen back to you “then talk to them dummy”

You turn over the page and write “hi” at the top, with a little smile.

You wait a few minutes and then you feel a pull in the pen that brings it to the page and you follow the lead as it writes out “this is so weird”

You laugh and nod writing out “I know! I can’t get used to it”

Yui watches with jealousy and awe, wishing she had a pen as she watches this unfold.

Your soulmate writes out “where are you from?” You respond with your prefecture and high school but get sad when it doesn’t vibrate or write again. “Maybe they’re busy! Maybe their mom told them it’s time for dinner”

You slip your pen in your back pocket and nod, the doorbell ringing taking your attention for the time being.

“Suga let’s go” Daichi called out from the doorway but got a little nervous when he got no response. He made his way up the stairs to his room and found him pen in hand and giggling??

“So your soulmate had a pen huh?” He says but before Suga can respond Daichi is dragging him up “bring it with you I don’t wanna be late”

“Daichi is here!” Yui whispers excitedly and grabs your hand. You look to the front of the kitchen and find him saying hello to the others, Sugawara right beside him.

You’ve always liked Suga. He was easy to talk to and you always felt drawn to him. But you knew he didn’t have a soulmate pen and since yours did now, it couldn’t be him.

“He’s coming this way” you say and elbow her gently when you watch him catch sight of her.

When you can, you slip away to give them some space, excusing yourself to the bathroom for a moment

Your pen sat against the marble sink as you washed your hands as it vibrated a few times it made your heart skip and you jumped in a little fear before scrambling to dry your hands and grab a tissue to write on.

As you brought the oen down to the sheet gently, the pull of his drawing making a smaller rendition of your constellation.

“We’re written in the stars” he writes and then waits for you.

“That’s so cheesy” you respond and chuckles

“Am I wrong in guessing that you love it?”

You leave the bathroom to find michimiya to tell her and as you round the corner you spy her talking to Suga who has a paper plate against the table and a pen in his hand.

“Hey that’s y/n’s constellation ” you heard her say and you feel your soul fill with panic. Suga is your soulmate??!?! You turn and run, trying to find a place to hide.

You end up outside, hiding behind the giant sheets you hung up for the projector, end of the pen in your teeth as you wondered if he was looking for you.

The pen buzzed and you gasped, looking at it before holding it up to your forearm

“Y/n Where are you?”

Your hands shake and your worry is slowly drown out by excitement

“Projector sheets” you wrote on the back of your hand and then shoved the pen in your pocket and waited.

“Hey” you said, your cheeks feeling warm and your cheeks hurting from the smile that you can’t control

“Hey there” he says and stands in front of you “What are you doing out here?”

You chuckle and scratch your neck “oh ya know, prepping for the movie. Definitely not hiding from you”

He laughs and tucks your hair behind your ear “hiding from me?”

You take a step closer to him, your toes touching “I heard Yui tell you about the drawing and I was just a little overwhelmed. I always liked you and now you’re soulmate?!” You raise your hands and signal your mind blown, making the sound quietly with your mouth and he laughs

“I’ve always liked you too. I always felt relieved when you kept saying no one had responded to your pen.” He admits, his hands wrapping around your waist as you gravitate together. “I just got mine today”

“So you’re not disappointed it’s me?” You ask, hands resting on his chest

“Not in the slightest. I’m overjoyed” he admits, cheeks flushing as he starts to lean down

“Can we start this movie or what?!” Daichi shouts and you hear everyone start to come outside

“Guess that’s my cue” you say and lean up, kissing his cheek before taking his hand in yours and walking back out from behind the sheet.

“I was thinking we could watch Thor Ragnarok” you say and most of the responses were good so you just queued it up and turned on the projector.

You take one of the spots in the back of the group on a big bean bag you brought down from your room, pulling Suga down beside you. “Is this okay?” You ask as you cuddle into him and he laughs happily with a smile “more than okay”

You’re glad you’ve seen this movie a hundred times because you’re not paying attention at all. You’re completely cuddled up with Suga, looking up at his profile and getting distracted with how pretty he is and how he’s all yours now.

He's listening to the movie but he’s paying attention to you. How you smile when his fingers trace patterns against your back, how you smell and how you hum when he kisses the top of your head.

You’re not sure when the movie ends, everyone was talking and doing their own thing but your eyes were on Suga and on the sky. Your movie night turning into an impromptu stargazing date with your soulmate.

“Does it look even brighter now?” You ask and his eyes find the sky and your constellation “I think so. But it’s still not a bright as you” he says and looks back down to you with a smirk

“Again, cheesy” you say and meet his eye with warming cheeks

“Again, you love it” he says and you laugh, nodding

“I really do”

Across the yard you hear Michimiya describe the constellation she sees followed by Daichi’s voice “no way?! That’s mine too!”

#sugawara fanfiction #sugawara x y/n #sugawara kōshi #sugawara fluff #sugawara x you #haikyuu suga x reader #suga x y/n #suga x reader #suga x you #420 event

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igirisuhito · 3 years

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Title: Writing down all the things gone wrong Relationship(s): Komaeda Nagito/Matsuda Yasuke Rating: Teen Summary: Upon receiving a gift from Hinata, Komaeda attempts to learn more about a student who once went to Hope's Peak academy. After a strange nightmare, he contemplates the trustworthiness of his memory. Trigger Warnings: Childhood trauma, Religious discussion (I guess?), Doctor/Patient, Medical angst, regular angst, Treatment refusal, Dementia Notes: Happy birthday Komaeda. I hope you like suffering.

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"Hey uh, do you want this?"

Hinata's hand outstretches towards him, holding a thin paperback book between calloused fingers. It appears to be a school notebook; worn, ragged, really in a complete state of disrepair. The once white cover was now a full grey, bearing smudged writing and barely recognisable symbols. If they were symbols from any other organisation, Komaeda probably wouldn't have recognised them and asked why Hinata thought to insult him with this utter piece of trash.

"I know you like Hope's Peak memorabilia, right? This isn't really memorabilia, per say, but…" As he rambles away to himself, Hinata starts to look more and more awkward. Is he embarrassed? Ah, who wouldn't be humiliated, being seen giving such a thoughtful gift to Komaeda in an act of pity.

Before Hinata can try and make some other excuse, Komaeda reaches out, pale digits barely passing over the messy kanji. "Ry…ko… Oto…'s…"

He has to pause, squinting hard at the words. He wonders if there's a chance he's reading it wrong. "Memory notebook? Like a diary?"

Komaeda takes the notebook into his hands, accepting the gift. However, he can't suppress the grin that crosses his face as he looks back up at Hinata, the desire to tease the other just too tempting to resist. "Oh my Hinata-kun… why are you walking around with a girl's diary?"

"I-I got it from the Monomono machine, okay?!" He flushes bright red, beginning to stammer as he shoves his hands back into his pockets. "I-It could be a guy's!"

Doubtful, Komaeda flicks the crinkled pages open, carefully separating each one with his fingers. The way the ink is washed out on every page reminds him of when you would accidentally put a receipt through the wash, full of barely comprehensible writing and doodles. An overuse of love hearts and sparkles, however, proves his theory correct.

"Even if you didn't get it from somewhere weird... I'm not sure if it's really okay for me to accept this!" Sucking in a deep breath, Komaeda grips his elbows in order to calm himself. "There must be some incredibly bad luck waiting for me! For Hinata-kun to go out of his way to give me something so amazing… haha, I feel a little tingly just thinking about it!"

"Seriously, it's no big deal," it seems as though Hinata's face is just getting hotter, he must be truly embarrassed by how much of a fuss Komaeda is making over it. "Just take it, okay? We had a good time today."

"Well, thank you, Hinata-kun. It makes me unbearably happy that you would give me a gift like this!" Smile stretching impossibly wide, Komaeda holds the notebook close to his chest, careful not to crush it.

"Go home, Komaeda."

With an aggressive nod, he says his farewells, "Well then, I'll see you tomorrow, Hinata-kun."

And with that, Hinata turns away, already running off down the beach. He's sprinting like he's trying to escape something, though it wouldn't surprise Komaeda if he was just trying to run away from any possibility of them speaking again. Unfortunately for Hinata, their time on this island isn't nearly over, and he would have to face Komaeda once again tomorrow in Jabberwock Park.

A soft sigh slips past his lips with the thought. He glances towards the horizon, the glowing sea of orange as waves gently roll up on the shoreline. The sun is setting on another perfect day. A cool breeze plays at the strands of Komaeda's hair, knocking it into his eyes. He brings a hand to his face, tucking the loose white locks behind one ear as he glances back down towards the notebook in his hands.

"Memory notebook, huh?"

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Komaeda sits himself down on the edge of the bed with a sigh, placing his gift from Hinata at his side. It has been an unbearably long day, between spending the morning working to collect resources and the afternoon making sandcastles with Hinata, he was worn to the bone.

He leans down to undo the zips on his boots before kicking them off. As he wiggles his toes, he is overcome by the unpleasant sensation of sand sticking between them. With a groan, he begrudgingly pulls off his socks too, all too aware of the sound of the grains hitting the floorboard as he does. A mess to deal with later.

Quickly dusting off his feet, then brings them up onto the bed with him, laying back on the covers. An ache immediately begins to settle in his muscles, and a yawn forces its way out of his mouth. With the warm heat of the evening, it feels as though he could fall asleep right here and now. As pleasant as that would be, he has yet to properly examine Hinata's gift. He'd been brimming with anxious excitement to look at it the whole walk back to his cabin.

Bringing the notebook up to his side, he lays his head against the pillow and flicks it open. The first page is filled with rushed writing done in black pen, ink that has since been washed away. If he squints hard enough, he can just barely make out the characters, fill in some blanks. This is definitely a notebook once belonging to somebody going to Hope's Peak Academy.

How exciting!

He turns the page. There's a two page spread of nothing but blurry sketches and doodles, and from what he can tell, they're incredibly well done. The artist obviously had quite the knack for reproducing realistic details, honing in on fine points such as the eyes and lips.

Carefully flicking to the next page, he finds more hastily scribbled notes and drawings. It's unusual, the subject is the same in almost every occasion, and with each depiction Komaeda finds himself starting to build a better image of that person in his head.

The ballpoint scribbles illustrate a young Japanese man, bearing long shoulder length hair and meticulously detailed eyelashes. His lips are thin, often turned down in a frown, eyebrows furrowed in concentration. The owner of the diary was very clearly infatuated with him, and he could understand why. The man was naturally gorgeous even with such a pouty face.

And somehow, he felt strikingly familiar.

Komaeda turns through a few more pages, carefully poring over the illegible kanji and fuzzy details. No matter how hard he squints, he just can't understand what the words read, as though the information is purposefully taunting him, hanging just out of reach. With a sigh, he closes the notebook and allows his eyelids to flicker shut.

"How despairing."

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"Your dementia is progressing quickly." Crossing one leg over the other, the doctor spun around in his chair to face Komaeda.

His demeanour was… laid-back. Much too laid back for a doctor. And mean, harsh, unnecessarily cruel. It was clear on his face that he thought Komaeda was the most revolting thing he'd seen all day, and he was probably right.

"Ah, such is fate for someone as worthless as me. Perhaps I really am meant to die." He laughed softly to himself, gazing down at his lap.

"Shut up," the doctor hissed. "Are you taking your medication?"

Komaeda stared out the window, wordless in his thoughts. The sunlight streaming through the glass felt warm on his skin, unlike the chill of metal on the medical bed beneath him. It was a lovely day brimming with hope, a day he would have liked to be out there enjoying.

"It's a nice day isn't it, M̧̩̹̗͕̮̼̆̋͑a̦̮̟̠̓͜ť̇҉̺̙s̪̦̟̋ͤ̽͗͜ŭ̺͉̖̫͍̯̪ͯ̐͠d̷̬̤̹̩̱̫̻̺͊a̵̯͙͖̙̩͇͂͛̓̊-kun?"

"Huh?" The doctor blinked, before looking up from his clipboard and out the window. "What are you talking about? Answer the damn question."

He remained silent, continuing to gaze out the window at the campus below. There were students socialising, exercising, running to class. Blurs of smiling faces amongst a sea of brown, each student filled with a sense of pride. The air is filled with distant laughter and chatter. It's too quiet in the room.

"Why don't you wear the Hope's Peak Uniform?"

There was a loud clatter as the doctor's clipboard hit the floor. Before Komaeda can react, (as if he was going to), he's risen to his feet and practically pounced on the boy. The doctor's pale hands reached for his chest, securing a handful of his sweater. A soft gasp escaped his lips, being pulled forward until he came nose to nose with the doctor, warm erratic breaths coming short and fast on his lips.

His face was difficult to see when he was on the other side of the room, but Komaeda realised that distance was not the issue. Even when he was so close the details were hazy, Komaeda only barely being able to make a deep frown etched beneath his dark bangs. Every time he tried to take in more details, it was as though he were looking too closely at a painting, unable to take in the full image beyond a few brush strokes.

"I knew it. Of course you wouldn't take them." He spit, teeth bared and eyebrows furrowed. "You just think your fucking luck is going to save you, that this is all some big plan for 'hope'."

The doctor let go, allowing Komaeda to slump back into his chair. He looked distressed, unreasonably so to the point of unprofessionalism. The doctor swept back his hair, giving Komaeda a glimpse of glaring blue eyes before he pressed the palms of his hands into his eye sockets.

Komaeda couldn't help but chuckle to himself. And before he knew it, he was laughing. Laughing raucously, in a way that made his whole body shake with dread, his mind spin with despair. His fingers wound their way to his scalp and he gripped and pulled at his hair until he could see the doctor's horrified expression looking back at him.

"Hope?" The word dripped from his mouth like venom. "There is no hope in taking that. The disease is incurable! There's no point in messing with that fact! What hope is there in waking up every day sick as a diseased dog just so I can tack a few extra years of suffering onto my lifespan? Do you want me to suffer, is that it? Does the Ultimate Neurologist truly believe he can play God? That you can cure a terminal illness? It's embarrassing, you truly don't know when to draw the line, to give up on a piece of human garbage like-!"

"What the fuck would you know about God, you demented freak?!"

Komaeda bit his tongue, a sickening grin forming on his face.

"You think some God is going to sweep you away from this? There is no damn God!" The doctor near screams the words. "There's you, me, and a miserable little pile of pills. You're the one who refuses to see an expert, you're the one who insisted on seeing an 'Ultimate', and yet you refuse to do what you've been told. I don't know why I bother, shit, you can rot in that empty skull of yours for all I care."

By the time he was done with his rant, he'd fallen back into his chair, dejected, out of breath. Komaeda didn't miss the flush on his cheeks, the way his nails dug into his thighs. What a brash display of emotion.

"I never knew you felt so strongly about God, Matsuda-kun." Straightening out his sweater, Komaeda shot the other a wide smile. "I guess it makes sense, you are a man of science, after all."

The doctor did not raise his head, remaining in his hunched over position. He was shaking, fists scrunching the fabric of his pants as he tried to regain his composure, probably to stop himself from jumping across the room and choking Komaeda to death. He thought he would have deserved it at this point.

"Do you really not understand how privileged you are? Are you doing this just to mock me, to make me suffer? I shouldn't have expected any less from Komaeda fucking Nagito," his voice trembled and cracked. "Am I the incompetent one? Should I be coming to your dorm every night and forcing the damn things down your throat? I can't fucking listen to you, I can't stand you. Every time you look at me with that stupid fucking grin on your face it feels like you think this is all a joke. What if you do die? What do you think is gonna happen to the people who love and care about you?"

Komaeda opened his mouth to refute him, but quickly snapped it shut again when a scalpel zipped past his head, lodging itself in the wall behind him with a thwunk. The doctor had raised his head, arm poised with another scalpel in hand and eyes filled with deadly intent as he glared at Komaeda.

"Get the fuck out of my office you ugly bastard."

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Komaeda opens his eyes suddenly, silently.

It's no dramatic waking up from a nightmare, no shooting up out of bed with his lungs burning and chest heaving. Just a sudden realisation that he is awake and that he has been dreaming. Perhaps he was kicked out of Matsuda's office, but how would he know? It was just as possible that he'd risen to his feet and beaten him senseless.

…Matsuda?

It's a familiar name, but not one that belongs to anyone Komaeda knows. "Matsuda-kun. Matsuda… Hope's Peak?"

He mumbles to himself, attempting to make sense of the information thrown at him. They say dreams are pulled from your memories, so why would he have memories from Hope's Peak? Why would he have memories of a person he has never known?

"Matsuda… I called him the Ultimate Neurologist, didn't I?" He asks the question to the darkness of his room. "I wouldn't forget somebody like that, would I?"

Komaeda sits up, pushing his hair back as he brings a hand to his forehead. "Would I?"

Eyes drifting along the covers of his bed, he spots the memory notebook. "I wonder if I should start keeping one too," he chuckles.

#Matsukoma #Matsuda Yasuke #Komaeda Nagito #Danganronpa #Danganronpa 0 #Fanfiction #Ficgiri

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bedtimebrain · 3 years

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EXO D.O. Series: You and Me. (P3)

Genre/Desc: Loosely adapted from A Love So Beautiful

Chr: u x ksoo

Find the previous parts in my master list! (It’s pinned on my tumblr)

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In a blink of an eye, more than a month had passed since the beginning of high school. And you and Kyungsoo seemed to have developed a habit of walking to school together.

Alright, not really, maybe it was just your habit. After the first day, you weren’t sure if kyungsoo was going to wait for you, so you decided to leave home 20minutes earlier everyday to wait for Kyungsoo by his apartment.

You really enjoyed his morning company, and maybe he did too? You realised by the second week that he came out the same time everyday. So, nowadays you would just arrive 10 minutes earlier to wait for him.

Being in the same clique as kyungsoo was like a dream come true. You got to hang out together during your breaks and chat more than you both ever did in the past years. You can’t help but get more hopelessly drawn to him.

On the other hand, Woohyun being handsome and athletic made him real popular among the class girls. He often got gifts, which he would share with you, if they could be shared—like food. He wasn’t like a playboy or jerk but rather girls really wouldn’t leave him alone, because he’s just really nice, not to add he was really fun too.

Okay, but the unfortunate among the fortunate gathering of the 3 of you is that everyone sucks at studying; though it was only you and woohyun who often got into trouble with the teachers.

Chatting in class, playing games, sleeping, doodling, eating in class... you name it, the list probably has it. Basically you both made the best and worst tablemates at the same time.

Sad to say, it was coming up to mid terms soon, means it’s the time for hardcore studying. So these days, the 3 of you have been staying back after school to study together.

Or it was more like fun in disguise of studying.

‘Woohyun ah’ you nudged and spoke in a suppressed volume

‘kai bai bo, see who goes out to get our snacks after school today.’ It was now self study period and you were trying your best to get things going, but it wasn’t working

‘Y/n ah, I’m sorry, but it seems like there’s no snacks for you today. I have training after school’ woohyun stuck out his tongue playfully.

‘HUH?! NOOOO, WHY DIDNT U SAY EARLIER’ you exclaimed just a little louder than your normal voice, but was amplified because of the silence in class.

From beside, Kyungsoo shot a look over.

‘Kyungsoo ah, it’s just me and you todayyy. Pleasee follow me out of school to get snacks?’

Frowning, he just flatly rejected you

‘No, I don’t want to. It’s 20 minutes there and back it’s not like I really need those snacks anyway’ and turned back to continue working on his tutorial.

Whining, your motivation for after school study crashed a little and you grudgingly stabbing through the tutorial book with your pen.

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After the final school before rang, it wasn’t long before the classroom was empty with only you and kyungsoo left. You had shifted your belongings to beside kyungsoo.

Your attention span was running really low after revising through the math content covered today. Getting restless, you started taking peeks at Kyungsoo who seemed equally lost though focused at whatever he was studying. You later giggled when you caught him talking to himself cutely.

But kyungsoo must have known you were watching him for quite awhile because he suddenly turned to you , asking seriously

‘Are you even going to study?’

‘But I can’t even focus anymoree, there’s no snacks to motivate me either. Let’s take a break together?’ You suggested hopefully

You tugged on his uniform sleeves and attempted aegyo at him

‘Ah, fine. Don’t pull my sleeves’ he moved himself away from you with his classic annoyed expression.

Leaving your tables, got down to the vending machine on the first floor.

‘Orange soda for me! Kyungsoo what are you getting?’

‘Uh, coke?’

Just as you were about to reach the vending machine only did you realise your hands were empty.

‘AH! MY WALLET!

Kyungsoo I didn’t bring my wallet, do you have enough?’

‘Aish, y/n ’ Sounding extremely defeated by you, he reached into his pockets. But reached deeper into it by the second.

‘HAHA YA KYUNGSOO , you didn’t bring either right?’

‘Shucks... I forgot I took it out during physical education’

‘This is it, kai bai bu, loser climbs four storeys up to get the wallet’ you smugly suggested

‘fine, since there’s a 50% chance I might win this’ he was all up for it

‘Kai bai bu!’ You both threw out your bets

‘HA KYUNGSOO! You’ve always been unlucky since you’re a kid! Pali! Help us get it, I’ll be waiting~~’

Sucking it up, Kyungsoo headed up the stairs while you sat down by the stairway to wait for him.

But 15 minutes had passed yet he wasn’t coming down. Your cheery mood was starting to fade,

Kyungsoo... did you play me out ?

It couldn’t be though... you didn’t believe kyungsoo would just leave you here alone and he was never a sore loser

You slowly start making your way up. But when you were reaching the third floor, you thought you heard kyungsoo’s voice.

Looking down the corridor, you were right. Kyungsoo was there.

But not alone. He was chatting with a female senior.

Your heart sank, did he just forget about you for a pretty senior?

You looked at them as they started to walk away together, you called out Kyungsoo’s name softly, and felt an ache in your heart.

Watching as they disappeared around the corridor, you could only make your way back up to the classroom.

Looking under your tables, both your wallets were still there. You dropped down to your seat wallowing in self pity. You just felt left behind and forgotten .. the more you think about it, how he put you there just to talk with a pretty senior made you feel more down than ever.

10 minutes in, he still hasn’t came back to class. To take the wallets, to go back to you.

You were in no mood to stay any longer. Packing up, you left the classroom with eyes swollen with tears threatening to fall.

#dks u&me #exowritersnet #kyungsoo #exo scenarios #exo #exo d.o.#do kyungsoo #exo scenario #exo fanfic #kyungsoo scenarios #exo kyungsoo #exo imagines #exo series #kyungsoo series #kyungsoo imagines

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bo-bo-bean · 3 years

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Then answer the question correctly.”

“That’s basically impossible!!”

Baldi exp dug his fingers under Baldi’s shirt and wiggled his finger’s on their skin. Baldi shrieked and laughed, shutting their eyes tight. “S-stahahahahahap!! Haha haha!!”

“I just started, Baldi,” Baldi exp smirked. Baldi felt his fingers dance up and down their sides and then up their armpits. Baldi’s laughter went up and octave, it coming out like a melody to Baldi exps ears.

“I’m sorreeheeheehee!!” Baldi shouted, hoping that would suffice to get out of this ticklish predicament.

“Sorry won’t cut it,” he smirked, scratching the ruler around their belly. Baldi screamed and kicked their legs, a smile stuck permanently on their face. Suddenly, Baldi exp heard a voice, but couldn’t determine who it was or what they said. All that Baldi knew was that it made Baldi exp stop tickling them. Baldi looked up, but the teacher was gone.

Panting, Baldi stood up, holding their sides and stomach. They ran to the front door. Screw the notebooks! Screw this school! Screw Baldi exp! His friend would have to just get the notebooks themselves.

Baldi got to where the front doors should be, but they were no longer there.

“What!?” Baldi gasped. “A-am I trapped here!?!” Baldi then wondered… were they supposed to get all of the notebooks? Did Jackson set this up to torture baldi? Only one way to find out. They had two out of seven notebooks. Just five more, but baldi had no idea what Baldi had in store for him.

Baldi was close to being out of breath. They sat on the floor, back to the wall, panting.

They looked around and then took out a soda. They felt like they needed it desperately from laughing so much.

Baldi opened the can, it making a clink and a fizz. After a few gulps, Baldi got up and threw the empty can in the trash.

“No drinks in the hall,” a voice echoed from behind them. Baldi looked and gasped, seeing a man going to him. When he got Baldi, Baldi was taken to a room. They looked around and realized it was a detention room.

“Wh-wha…? Huh…?”

“Stay here until I come back,” ghost principal told Baldi. Baldi had no other choice since when he left, the door locked. Baldi looked around and saw posters, one being of Baldi exp. It said in the description, “when you get a problem wrong, get ready for a surprise!”

They shuddered and kept looking around until the door opened again. Baldi looked and gasped, seeing the ghost principal AND Baldi exp.

“Oh no…! No no no…! Keep him away from me!”

“But I just want to teach you math!” Baldi exp smiled with an innocent look. But Baldi could see behind his looks. He was diabolical. “Here’s a math problem!” He went on Baldi’s left side, the ghost principal being on his right side. “What’s one…?”

He began to tickle Baldi’s side, them letting off a little snort, but holding in their laughter. “Plus one?”

The ghost principal made his attack, pinching lightly at his side. Baldi’s laughter shot out of their mouth as they squirmed.

“Nohohoho!! Stahahahahap!!”

“Wrong answer…!” Baldi exp chirped, now moving his hands to Baldi’s stomach . Baldi squealed and laughed loudly as the ghost principal moved his hands up to Baldi’s armpits.

“No laughing in detention,” he stated. “When will you leeaaarrnnn…?”

As he said learn, he danced his fingers on Baldi’s neck. Baldi screeched and tried hoisting their shoulders up, but it was no use; the ghost principal had full control on their neck.

“Nahahahat there!! Hahahahaha!! P-pleeheeheease!!”

“Then what’s one… plus one?”

Baldi exp dug his finger into Baldi’s sides, Baldi screaming loudly, laughing and having tears stream down their cheeks.

“NAHAHAHAHA!!! GYAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! BAAHAHAHAHAHADLIHIHIHIHI!!!”

The ghost principal pretended to look furious.

“No laughing in detention!”

He blew a raspberry on Baldi’s neck, Baldi falling into silent laughter, falling to the ground. Baldi exp grabbed their ankles and held them up, untying their shoelaces. Once the shoes and socks were off, Baldi exp took a pen and doodled happy faces on Baldi’s toes. The ghost principal held Baldi’s arms up as Baldi was howling.

“NOOOOHOHOHOHAHAHAHAHA!!!! BA-BAHAHAHAHALDI!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!”

Their toes twitched as each toe was given a smiley face. Baldi exp then scribbled under their toes, holding them back as he did so. Baldi gave a high pitch screech, it almost being silent. They couldn’t even move their toes anymore!

As Baldi exp drew on their toes, the ghost principal didn’t want to feel left out, so he took a pen and drew all over their belly and sides. Baldi could feel the pen gliding across their skin with ease. They couldn’t move anymore and their laughter was now barely audible. When the pen doodled in their bellybutton, the laughter came back with a vengeance.

“I have another question!” Baldi exp smiled as he put the pen in his pocket for now. “What’s five plus two?”

“L-LEEHEHEHEHEHET ME GOHOHOHOHO!!!!!”

“Wrong answer…!”

Baldi exp scribbled his five fingers on Baldi’s feet. Baldi couldn’t take it anymore, this was true torture! “What’s ten plus two?”

Baldi knew what he was going to do and they wanted go a avoid it.

“TWELVE!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!! TWEHEHEHEHEHELVE!!!”

“Good job! You got it right!” Baldi complimented. He let go of Baldi’s feet, the ghost principal letting Baldi go. Baldi was a panting mess, the ink on their sides, and feet fading due to sweat.

Baldi looked up at Baldi exp with tear filled eyes.

Baldi exp finished class, shuffling papers. The bell rang for the end of the day. Baldi exp loved teaching, but sometimes, it grew too much for the poor man.

He stretched back, feeling his sore back not giving in. Giving a sigh, he heard a mug put on the desk. He looked forward, seeing a cup of coffee. The principal of the thing put down the mug, having one of his own.

“Tough class?”

He only gave a shrug, sipping it, then gulping it down, looking like he was desperate.

“A bit,” he finished. The ghost principal looked at his own mug and offered it, Baldi exp taking it, giving a nod.

“You need me to grade papers for you?” he asked. “You looked drained…”

“I’ll be fine,” Baldi exp gulped down the mug. “I love teaching math. I love the students.” He looked down at the papers and looked up. “I just hate the paperwork. I wish I could just give them all A’s and go home.”

“Heh, education is important,” he leaned down on the desk. “Want more coffee?”

“… I could use the company,” Baldi exp offered. The ghost principal nodded and went behind the chair, watching Baldi exp work on grading. He kept groaning and holding his neck, feeling it be sore.

“… Want a massage?” The ghost principal asked. Baldi exp stopped for a second and then shook his head.

“I’m fine, I just want this stress out somehow…”

“… I have an idea,” the ghost principal smiled. “Just… let me massage your back and it’ll help.”

Baldi exp sighed and put down his red pen, the ghost principal massaging his back. Honestly, it felt kind of nice. He could feel his stress melting away.

When he was fully relaxed, the principal smiled and massaged his sides, Baldi exp letting out a snort. He sat up and looked at him. “Oh, you alright?”

“Y-you…”

“… let me ask you something,” the ghost principal grinned, walking forward. “What does tick + le equal?”

“… I-I… um…”

“Run.”

Baldi exp quickly scrambled, giggling, but the ghost principal grabbed him and raised him up in the air. “Got you!!”

“No!” Baldi exp laughed, squirming. “C-come on don’t do this!”

“Make me!” The ghost principal chuckled, wiggling fingers into his sides.

“Eeeheeheeehee! Aahahahaha! Stahahahahahap!”

“Nah, you’ve been due this for a while.”

The ghost principal dug his fingers into his armpits, Baldi exp squealing and doubling over.

“Aahahahahahaha!! Egaaahahahahahaha!!” Baldi exp thrashed and squirmed, a smile planted on his face. While one hand stuck in his armpit, another hand tickled around his bellybutton, Baldi exp turning and laughing hysterically.

“No escaping in the classroom,” he gave his signature tone. He bent down, lifting his sweater, and blowing a raspberry on his side. Baldi exp screamed out, his knees giving out. He leaned against the wall and slowly slid down, the ghost principal following.

He gave Baldi exps torso a break, him panting, but felt the ghost principal’s legs curl around his own legs. He didn’t realize what was happening until he felt his shoes and socks being taken off.

“Ah!! Wait n-no!”

“This is for your own health,” he giggled. Baldi exp shook his head.

“You’ve been stressed for weeks now,” he showed some worry. “It’ll get to you eventually. Just take a few minutes and laugh out your stress.”

“No…!” Baldi exp giggled, feeling the ghost principal scraping his soles.

“Aww please?” the ghost principal smiled. “You are too adorable when you’re laughing…! And I don’t want you stressed.”

Baldi exp could only whimper with a smile, the ghost principal playing with his toes. He immediately erupted into squeals.

“Aaaahahahahaha!! Eeeeeeehahahahahaha!!!”

“Like that!” he giggled. “So cute, is it not?”

“Naaahahahahaha!!! S-stop!! Staahahahahahahap!! Haaahahahahaa!!”

“You want me to stop playing with your toes?”

“Yaaahahahaahahahahas!!”

When he felt him stop, a wave of relief rushed over him, but he saw the ghost principal having his hands placed over his knees. “… wai-”

He squeezed his knees and scribbled underneath them, Baldi exp bouncing his legs, pounding his fists on the ground. He smiled and stopped after a few minutes, Baldi exp wheezing and giggling. The ghost principal smiled and sat up, patting his head.

“I’ll finish up for you,” he ordered. “You head home, that’s an order… after you catch your breath.”

“Y-yes.”

He closed his eyes and rested a bit as the ghost principal finished up the papers. Every teacher does need a break every now and then.

Playtime exp ran off to the bully, poking him.

“Guess what I got on the video camera!” she cheered.

Baldi exp walked around the halls, seeing everyone was doing what they’re supposed to be doing. The principal was looking for trouble makers, Arts and Crafters was covered in glitter, First Prize exp was hugging a locker and the bully exp was bullying.

The only person he hasn’t seen was Play Time exp. It’s been a while and he was getting worried.

After searching the cafeteria and classrooms, he checked one more place; Sweepy’s closet. He put his hand on the doorknob before hearing something; sobbing.

He opened the door, seeing Play Time exp sitting on the floor, sniffling. Baldi exp could only imagine what happened, but he wanted to make sure. He went in the closet and sat down criss cross in front of her. Play Time exp looked up at him before looking down. Baldi exp got a worried look on his face.

“Play Time?” he gave a worried look. “Are you okay?”

“N-no,” she wiped her scribbled out eye with her open palm. “M-my jump rope…”

Baldi exp looked over at her plastic jump rope. He saw it was in half, it looking like it was cut with scissors on purpose. Must’ve been the bully.

“We can get you a new one,” he put his hand on her shoulder, squeezing it gently. She smiled at him, but still had tears coming down her cheeks.

“I wish these tears would stop…” she whimpered.

“… I think I can help,” he let out a soft voice. He hoisted her onto his lap, her being light. It’s no wonder, though. She loved doing jump-roping.

Play Time exp took the sleeve of his long sleeve shirt and wiped her eyes, Baldi exp smiling and then stroking a single finger on her side. She snorted out and giggled. “Oh, looks like someone’s ticklish…!”

“Heeheehee! Stop ihihit…!” she squirmed as his finger went faster. She squealed when he scratched on her ribs. “Nohohahaha!!” She nearly bounced out of his lap.

“You’re jumping like your jump roping!” he teased, both hands now attacking her ribs. She laughed and held his wrists, trying to make them stop as a smile laid upon her cheeks.

“It tihihihihickles!! Haha haha!!”

“Oh it does?” he asked. “Then this must tickle as well.”

He moved his hands to her belly. She screamed and fell back into his lap, waving her arms and kicking her legs. He lifted her dress since he could since she was wearing leggings and scribbled his fingers on her soft belly.

“Stahahahahapahahahahaha!! Bahahahahaldihihihihi!! Hahahahaha!!”

“What’s the word…?” he lowered his head, blowing a raspberry on her belly. She shrieked and pushed lightly at his face.

“PLEEHEEHEEHEEASE!!!”

He chuckled and stopped, her panting and wiping tears away, a smile on her face. Baldi exp lifted her and put her on his shoulders.

“Let’s get you a jump rope!” he smiled. “How does that sound?”

“Yay!!” she cheered, clapping. She hugged Baldi expshead. He was the best teacher ever!!

AYYY MORE EDITED

just doing this cuz I can’t wait any longer for your story about baldi tickling

on the old laboratory

Oh i didn't see this, I'm sorry! It looks amazing!!

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joaquinfeed · 4 years

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Love Letters (Arthur x Reader)

Prompt: You find Arthur’s journal and start exchanging notes with him. Fluff ensues. Word Count: 2,929

— You push open the door of your Gotham city apartment building, before trudging over to the mailboxes.

“Bills, bills, bills,” you sigh, shoving the unopened letters into your bag. You turn to make your way to the elevator, but something catches your eye. A worn notebook lays on the floor at your feet, words scrawled across every inch of it. Your curiosity gets the better of you, and you can’t help but reach down and grab it.

You let your fingers run over the pages, as your eyes land on what looks to be the last thing written. You almost set the journal back down, not wanting to intrude on the stranger’s personal thoughts. But something about the messy handwriting draws you in.

I just want peeple to see me. I think I would be happyer if I had someone who cared.

Your heart felt heavy for the stranger; there was no way you could pretend that you never saw this. Your hand immediately shuffled around inside your bag, pulling out a pen and getting to work on your note back.

I’m sorry you feel that way. Everyone deserves to be seen. I’m sure you have someone who cares about you, and if not, I’ll be that person.

You read over your words, nodding in approval. You drop the notebook next to the mailboxes, hoping that the man or woman who left it behind will come back for it. As you made your way to the elevator, you couldn’t help the light feeling that washed over you. For once, you felt like you actually did something worthwhile in Gotham.

—

The next day, you were practically buzzing with excitement as you rushed home from work. All you could think about was the journal you found. Had the person read your note? Did they write something back? Did they even notice that the journal was gone? So many questions were swirling through your head, but you didn’t have to dwell on them much longer.

Sitting in almost the exact same place as you left it in, the journal was open to a new page, and another messy note was scrawled across the lines.

I only have my mother. You must not have many peeple to. Why else would you be writing back to a man in a jurnal journal.

Despite yourself, you laughed at the bluntness of the stranger, who you now know is male. A few other residents of the building gave you a look as you chuckled to yourself. With your pen already in hand, you moved to draw a small smiley face on the paper.

:) It’s funny of you to say that. Very bold. It’s nice that you still have your mom. Do you see her often? P.S. My name is Y/N, what’s yours? If you don’t mind me asking, that is.

Oddly enough, you were looking forward to getting up the next morning to see if your mystery guy would write back. At first, you were sure he would, but the more you thought about it, the more you started second-guessing.

Was asking about his mother too forward? What about asking for his name? After all, this man didn’t know you whatsoever. He has no obligation to tell you anything about his life; however, he did say he was lonely in some regard. You’re just trying to be friendly, you told yourself. If he didn’t want to answer, he didn’t have to. You wouldn’t be disappointed.

—

You were right to tell yourself that you wouldn’t be disappointed. When you took a detour over the mailboxes that morning, you instantly saw a new reply sitting beneath yours from the previous day.

You think I’m funny? I do stand up comedy sometimes. I actully live with my mother here. I take good care of her. Ps I like your name. My name is Arthur. Arthur Fleck.

Your fingers traced over the man’s name.

“Arthur,” you said out loud to yourself. You liked the way his name sounded, and as strange as it seemed, you felt like his name matched his cute, scribbly handwriting.

I like your name too. Also, you’re a comedian? Now you have to tell me a joke!

You looked over the words, wondering if you should write anything else. He didn’t ask you any questions, but that doesn’t mean you couldn’t tell him anything.

I think it’s great that you take care of your mom, not many people would do that.

You considered adding “you seem like a really nice guy” to the end of your note but decided against it. You’ve already been inquisitive; it’s probably best to hold back a little.

A reply was waiting for you the next morning when you checked back in. While reading it, you couldn’t help but laugh at Arthur’s response.

Why dont canibals cannibals eat clowns? Becus they taste funny.

There was a line of space between the joke he scribbled down and the rest of his note. You glanced down, hanging on to every word that was written on the page. You wondered if he felt the same way while reading what you left him.

Most peeple find it strange that I live with my mother. You said it was great. Thank you for being nice to me Y/N.

Your heart picked up at the use of your name. At the risk of sounding cliché, you can’t remember a time when the mere doodle of your name has caused such a surge of warmth to fill your body.

You felt kind of absurd for feeling like this. You haven’t even met the man. He could be any person in the building, and yet, you still felt drawn to Arthur like he was someone you’ve known forever.

You hastily wrote back to him, deciding to take a bit of a chance with your next move.

No need to thank me, Arthur. I truly think it’s admirable. Oh, and that was a hilarious joke. I’d love to hear it in person sometime.

You knew that was a bold thing to say to him. It has only been four days since you found the man’s notebook, and you’ve already given him a reason to meet with you. You’re absolutely positive you have a high chance of being the next star of a late-night murder mystery documentary. Still, at this point, you couldn’t bring yourself to care.

Pushing the thoughts of Arthur out of your mind, you left for work, hoping to go one day without thinking of your new pen-pal.

—

When you arrived home from work, you were nearly falling over in exhaustion. You just wanted to get back to your apartment and crash in front of the TV. As always, though, you stopped by to read any new messages that Arthur had left. You were surprised to see a rather long entry this time compared to his usual two or three sentences.

I dont understand why you want to talk to me Y/N. You know you are not forced to anser me. I know that you probly dont actully want to meet with me. Thats ok. I enjoy getting your mesages and I want to keep talking. I feel like I have somebody with you around. But I understand if you want to stop. You dont have to lie to me and tell me you want to meet. I will be fine.

For the first time, Arthur’s note didn’t make you smile. Instead, you read through it with a dull ache in your chest. You wished there was some way to prove to him how much you looked forward to this encounter every day. Honestly, it was the only thing you looked forward to these days.

Arthur,

You doodled a little heart next to his name before scratching it out, too nervous about leaving it there.

I have never lied to you, and I never will. I would like to meet sometime, but only when you’re comfortable with that. Until then, we can talk here. I enjoy getting your messages too; they actually make me really happy. I feel like I have a friend in you. P.S. What’s your favorite color?

The notes between you both went on for another two weeks. Even though your communication was often brief and to the point, you still found yourself craving the disordered, misspelled words from Arthur. Nearly three weeks of knowing him, and you were convinced he was the kindest, funniest, and most selfless man in Gotham. With every new letter in the journal, you felt your control slip away, leaving behind a feeling that you haven’t experienced quite like this.

You liked him. It has only been three weeks, and you liked him.

You tried to reason to yourself that it wasn’t totally crazy to have a crush on Arthur. It’s normal to develop a crush on someone in such a short period; that’s how crushes work. You knew, however, that it wasn’t normal to crush on someone you’ve never even really met. Arthur was nothing but some words on a page right now, but you still couldn’t shake the thought that you knew him.

With each day that passed, you learned something new about him. From his favorite foods to his job at HaHa’s, you found yourself holding on to each fact as if your life depended on it. You briefly wondered if you should take a stop by HaHa’s on your way home from work, but ultimately decided against it. You wanted Arthur to be ready to meet you; you didn’t want to force him to.

After a particularly hard day at work, you sat by the mailboxes, writing furiously about your day.

I hate my job. I hate this apartment. I hate Gotham. The only thing I look forward to is writing with you, but I don’t even know you. Isn’t that pathetic?

You carried on for a whole page and a half about the shitty day you’ve had. You considered tearing it out so Arthur wouldn’t feel required to comfort you, but something kept you from doing so. Arthur has been somewhat open with you; it’s about time you do the same for him.

The next day, you halted to a stop by the mailboxes, seeing the journal laying in its usual location. But next to it, a single blue flower. You slowly made your way over, trying not to get your hopes up.

Y/N Im sorry you are feeling like this. Things in Gotham can be awful sometimes. I have felt like that my hole life. Im starting to feel diferently now that I have you. I hope you feel the same way. I got you this blue flower to cheer you up. Blue means comfort.

You felt your ears burn red, as you picked up Arthur’s gift. You knew how much courage it must have took him to leave something like that for you. The man has told you enough about him for you to picture his bouncing leg and racing heart as he sat the flower down next to his new entry.

This means more than you know, Arthur.

This time, you did leave a little doodle heart next to his name. You knew he would only find it endearing now.

I am incredibly lucky to have found you. You make living in Gotham worthwhile.

You took the flower up to your apartment, knowing that you were going to do whatever you could to keep it alive and well.

If you weren’t sure before, you were now. You really, really liked Arthur. And you kind of, sort of, hoped he liked you too.

—

The next night, you were off early from work. So, after grabbing something quick to eat, you walked back to your apartment in hopes of seeing a new message from Arthur.

When you got inside, you stopped in your tracks. A man with curly, brown locks towered over the journal. Your heart started thumping loudly in your chest as you took in, who you presumed to be, your month-long writing buddy.

“Arthur,” you said quietly, trying not to startle him. He still jumped slightly, almost toppling over from lack of balance. He gave you a confused look, seemingly trying to figure out if he knew you. “It’s Y/N.”

Suddenly, his eyes went wide, and he hurriedly concealed the journal behind his back.

“B-but, I only talk to you in my notebook. W-why are you here? You’ve never been here before,” he said, moving his hands from his chest to his waistline, a gesture you guessed was made to ground himself.

“I know. I’m sorry. I just, I got off work early. I didn’t know you would be here, I swear,” you told him. “If you want me to leave, I understand. I’ll just look at what you wrote later.”

“No.”

“No?”

He finally looked at you—all of you. His eyes roamed from your shoes, all the way to your face before his gaze rested on yours.

“You- you can’t read it. You can’t,” he mumbled.

“But… I’ve been reading everything in there,” you paused before quickly continuing. “Everything you’ve written to me. I haven’t read anything before that! I would never.”

He nods, staying silent.

“Were you going to stop talking to me?” you asked, a little hurt at the insinuation.

“No! I- I could never.”

“Then, why can’t I read what you wrote?”

He looks down at the floor, picking at a part of his sweatpants. “It’s embarrassing.”

“You know I’d never judge you, Arthur, but you don’t have to show me if you don’t want. I can leave, and we can continue writing like this never happened.”

“Okay,” he agrees, and you’re glad to see him meet your eyes once again. He drops the notebook onto the floor, and gives you a wave before taking off towards the elevator. You wait until he’s inside before reaching down and grabbing the book.

His writing, as usual, brings a small smile to your face. It makes your heart flutter that you have a face to put with the name and the messy scribbles.

I checked every word twice in order to get this right. I wanted to make sure I spelled and said everything perfictly perfectly. I know we have known each other for a little bit but youre always on my mind. Just like you said… you make living in Gotham worthwhile. I have a queston question for you. I hope you still want to write after this. Will you go on a date with me to Pogos? It’s a comedy club. It’s okay to say no.

You bit your lip, nearly drawing blood. The smile threatening to take over your face grew the more times you read over the note. You couldn’t believe the man you just talked to wanted to go out with you. And poor Arthur, who was too embarrassed to tell you that, looked like he wanted to shrivel up.

You scrawled down a giant “yes” under Arthur’s last writing before aimlessly drawing a few hearts around the word. After running upstairs to grab a few things, you came back down to the mailboxes and threw a blanket down on the floor. You were confident that people were going to think you’re crazy, but you weren’t concerned about their opinions. You parked yourself on the blanket and decided to camp out until the next morning when Arthur would, no doubt, be returning.

When the sun did arise, so did your writing partner. You heard the elevator doors screech open, and before you could look, Arthur was standing in front of you gawking.

“Did- did you get evicted?”

You laughed slightly and shook your head. “I was waiting for you.”

“You were waiting for me,” he repeated, looking puzzled and a little nervous.

“Yes. I wanted to be here when you read my response,” you told him. Your heart raced as he carefully took the journal from your hands and looked at it. His brows furrowed, and he looked back at you in astonishment.

“Are you sure? I think you made a mistake,” he dropped the journal and put his hands firmly back onto his chest. “This is not real.”

Your heart sank a little as you took in the distressed man in front of you. “This is real, Arthur. I didn’t make a mistake. I like you.”

“No- no,” his hands went to his head, so you reached out cautiously and took them into yours.

“I like you,” you repeated. “I would love to go on a date with you.”

That seemed to break him out of his episode, and he looked down at your intertwined hands before he broke out into a smile.

“Really? Okay. I’ll write to you and tell you what time to meet me.”

You giggled, debating whether or not to tell him that you didn’t need to write any more now that you knew each other. However, you let him go with a smile on your face and kept your mouth shut. If he wanted to write to you, you’d gladly let him. You were looking forward to seeing what time your scribbly, disordered, writing partner would come up with in your journal.

Your journal, you thought to yourself. You and Arthur’s journal.

You liked the thought of that. Arthur will just have to get used to it.

Turns out, Arthur didn’t have to get used to it. He already was.

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juchumice · 4 years

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Green Notebook

‘HOW THE FREAK DO YOU WRITE ROMANTIC STUFF FREAKING FREAKING FREAK SHOW KICKS A CAN DOWN THE ROAD AND IT SPIRALS A MILLION GAJILLION MILES AWAY ARRRRGH!!!’

Shouta frowned at the chicken scratch on the page.

There was no particular reason Shouta was sitting here with Yamada’s notebook in hand and… ahem, invading privacy. But in his defense, it was a complete accident that he had noticed this little dog-eared green book lying innocently on the floor beneath Yamada’s desk. By now, Shouta should have grown accustomed to knowing what belonged to who, and the lime green of the object that forced Shouta to squint could belong only to one person. So, he was absolutely dumbfounded that he didn’t initially recognize the notebook.

Everything was scratched with a hurried hand, as if the owner had far too many thoughts in his head and had to force it out onto the page before he promptly exploded-- which Shouta couldn’t help but think was very very possible. Each page was messy. Strange, full of convoluted text that dizzied his tired eyes.

On one side there were several notes, completely unrelated to the topic of heroes. Some names sprinkled around, some tips on speaking, and apparently a chalked up script in some way, announcing, ‘PRESENT MIC’S PREMIERE!!!’ in blocky bold letters. Who Present Mic was was completely lost on him.

Then, on the other side, there were several sketches of various designs. Some were long and arching, others were thin and scraggly, but in total they all seemed… very artistically untuned. Yamada must have been bursting with his “DJ energy” (he spoke to Shouta about himself using those exact words-- it was not funny) when he was doing these, and several more pages of more logos of different shapes and sizes revealed exactly how fevered Yamada was. Then, the logos disappeared, replaced by blank paper.

God, even looking at Yamada’s writing was giving Shouta a headache, and it wasn’t nearly as bad as speaking to the DJ himself. Yet, this erratic nature, both sadistic and tender, Yamada had towards his possession fascinated Shouta to no end. Apparently, there were many gentle words scrawled in it: chalked up messages of encouragement to himself, recollections of memories, a love letter that never got finished. All of these should have been lovingly taken care of and tidied neatly… but the actual state of the notebook refused to reflect any of that. Instead, it looked as if it had been dropped in mud puddles, thrown against walls, bitten by dogs, and left to rot in a dark cabinet for at least a week. Several grease stains dotted the pages, leaving Shouta to chalk up a picture of Yamada writing frantically while shoving noodles down his gullet. Disgusting. Too many pages had folded corners, and the marker used to color or highlight was far too garish and heavy that it bled through everywhere else.

If anything, it was just mess, mess, and more mess.

But, Shouta’s own masochist curiosity led him to continue till he was at the apparent page regarding the writing of ‘romance.’ The corner of this particular paper looked to be folded a minimum of six times. As for the contents itself, many words weren’t readable as the chicken scratch just declined to pure obscurity. The red marker that criss crossed like a murder scene across the page wasn’t helping either.

‘I HATE WRITING!! I HATE WRITING!!!!!!!!! UGHHH!’ read Shouta. His brows pinched in, admittedly warranted confusion. Who knew smiling loud Yamada was so negative at times… or he was being far too dramatic as he usually was. Judging from the sheer amount of everything written in capitalization, Yamada was always dramatic in there.

Apart from the loud sentences Yamada had sputtering around, there was an actual semblance of organization for several seconds. Here, the writing appeared neater, less tight, as if he finally gave them the rest to breathe. The words were organized into sweet little paragraphs:

‘I KNOW YOU DON’T KNOW ME WELL, AND I DON’T KNOW YOU WELL, BUT, HEY! THAT’S OKAY, BECAUSE WE STILL HAVE CHANCES TO GET TO KNOW EACH OTHER BETTER!’

Sweet jesus, please stop writing like that.

‘I KNOW THIS SOUNDS REALLY REALLY STUPID, BUT IT’LL BE AWESOME IF WE WERE FRIENDS, YEAH? YOU’RE CHILL AND FUNNY AND…’

Here, it looks like Yamada waited a bit too long. The ink blotted thickly around the ‘D’ of ‘AND’, burning a hole into the page. But, despite the absolute wrecked appearance that this splatter of ink did to the paper, Yamada continued to barrel on. Shouta couldn’t help but be reluctantly concerned for Yamada’s wellbeing at this point. All those chemicals from stained ink couldn’t have done well for his lungs.

‘WE’VE BEEN SITTING NEXT TO EACH OTHER FOR AWHILE, AND I HAVEN’T SAID ONE THING TO YOU!!! YOU KNOW HOW MUCH THAT SUCKS?? I MUST BE THE MEANEST PERSON ON THE PLANET RIGHT NOW, AND YOU LOOK REALLY LONELY NEED A FRIEND INDEPENDENT ALL THE TIME, AND IT WOULDN’T HURT TO GET TO KNOW YOU.’

The page crinkled in Shouta’s hands as he reread that particular paragraph once more. Sitting next… was Yamada talking about him? That made particular sense, considering Yamada’s assumption of the mysterious ‘you’ being ‘lonely’. However, coming on strongly was an understatement for what Yamada was writing. In fact, it was overwhelming as the next paragraph described the many positives that he attributed to Shouta. It was worrisome. Shouta’s face as he surfed the continual contents took on a rather unappealing flush. Flattery was uncommon, and the sudden discomfort he received from this overpool tempted him to close the notebook and just pretend like it never existed. At this rate, Shouta might assume that Yamada was infatuated with him--

‘AND I THINK I LIKE-LIKE YOU.’

Crap.

The flush on his face now resembled a particularly nasty sunburn. Was this supposed to be a confession letter? Was Yamada, a student he barely knew apart from usual interactions, genuinely infatuated with him? Shouta continued reading, just to make sure, but the next paragraph was scribbled out by a wicked black pen. The words that were just barely discernible appeared to just be Yamada attempting to justify this crush on ‘A DUDE I DON’T EVEN KNOW THAT WELL.’ At least Yamada was somewhat self aware.

Shouta attempted to scour the other pages for more, but it was back to silly doodles and miniscule notes that he suddenly didn’t care about anymore. It could be that Yamada wasn’t talking about him... Trying to mollify his growing distress, he flipped back to the page with the confession and double checked if there was anything to even suggest--

Yup. There it was. ‘AIZAWA SHOUTA.’ His name in these bold chicken scratch letters that he was only now getting accustomed to. Points to Yamada for being brave, he supposed… and while Shouta was (Not really? He wasn’t entirely sure himself) incredibly flattered, he just… didn’t know Yamada enough to even contemplate a crush, much less a relationship with the other. Besides, his life was much too unstable at the moment to focus on such things. Then, there was also the fact he wasn’t very interested in it at all.

His hand came to rub at his red face, hoping it’ll die down and cure his racing heart. This was all right. It was uncomfortable, but he had no worries. He could just replace the notebook where it was and act as if the contents were never swallowed by him.

The clock on the wall read 15:50. Had he really been in the classroom for this long? It was stupidly fortunate there was no one around, but at the same time, he was one of the few that would continue sticking to his chair after classes were over. So, it was the opportune moment to just slide the notebook back to the floor. Shouta was just about to shut it when the door slid open.

“GIVE ME A SEC, OBORO! I SWEAR I LEFT IT IN--” Yamada turned to lock eyes with Shouta, who stood there absolutely hating the world. Yamada’s loud voice died on his lips, leaving his usual charismatic self absolutely dumbfounded for something to say. Several emotions were immediately discernible in clear order: Surprise. Neutrality. Suspicion. Hard contemplation. Realization, and finally, it settled on absolutely horrendous and blushing panic.

“I read what you wrote about me,” was the first thing that left Shouta’s stupid mouth.

“Yeah?” Yamada squeaked. The renowned hero student with the matching vigor to the celebrities on television suddenly became this giggly school girl. It was incredibly strange. Discomfort and concern drenched Shouta from head to toe.

“And I don’t feel the same way.” Might as well get it out before they were forced to do anything he didn’t want to do.

It was then the blush that tainted Yamada’s face deepened, and he lowered his gaze to the floor. Fortunately for the both of them, his eyes were covered by those frustrating sunglasses he always wore. When he spoke, it was strained too light, “OH. YEAH, I DIDN’T EXPECT YOU TO, HAHA! THAT’S COMPLETELY ALL RIGHT, YO! SERIOUSLY, I--”

“Stop talking.”

That got Yamada to shut up quick, but his eyebrow did twitch in irritation.

Shouta had to do this… delicately. Delicate wasn’t his style, but he felt bad. Guilt was a heavy thing, and the green notebook in his hands weighed him with the burden of the world. “I didn’t mean to look through your stuff, and you’re… annoying.”

Yamada’s fists tightened.

Okay, not the right words.

“Not annoying, I mean…” Shouta attempted to replace this heaviness in his chest with air. “I don’t know this friend or romance thing and I really shouldn’t have read what you wrote. That wasn’t right… but even though I say some pretty… bad things, what you wrote about me was really nice, and that should mean something. And… I think… you’re pretty cool too… even if the marker you use makes me eyes bleed.” Silence. The quiet he would consider blissful was suddenly grating. “And your designs were nice,” he tacked on lamely.

“Thanks,” Yamada mumbled, uncharacteristically quiet. Shouta couldn’t tell if he was being sarcastic or not.

What was Shouta doing? Grr… He knew he was a terrible kid, but he didn’t know what to say next. Words would be insincere, and all he knew to offer up was a ‘sorry’ on a plate. Action. Action, that was what heroes were for right?

“Just because I don’t know you well or feel the same way, doesn’t mean… uhm… it can’t happen? It’ll be nice if we… can maybe talk more or something?” he said wobbly. He was on a dangerous tightrope. Admittedly, Yamada was annoying sometimes. But, that particular adjective applied to everyone he knew, even friends he had in the past. But, judging from what he had read in the notebook, Shouta now knew Yamada was wickedly creative, hopeful, and always filled to the brim and boiling with energy. Sure, maybe Yamada was distractible, messy, and carefree, but everyone in the world had those ticks to them that kept them ticking. So… that was something.

Apparently, Yamada was less than convinced by those trembled words. Instead, he approached, snatched the notebook from Shouta’s hands, and grated a little, “Yeah, no thanks. Don’t really want to hang out with someone who tells me to shut up.”

Shouta cursed under his breath. “That-- I really didn’t mean that. I’m really really sorry, I’ve never talked to you and no one’s ever confessed to me before so, I really don’t know how to act. But, you… sound cool… I’m sorry.”

It was then that Yamada unleashed a groan, a little harrowed chuckle breaking past his lips. “Man,” he said, “I’m WAY too tired for this kinda stuff.” Tucking the notebook, the whole root of their current interaction, under his arm, he made his way for the door, but before he stepped through the threshold, he gave a half hearted suggestion, “How about lunch tomorrow? If you hate me, then we won’t have to talk ever again and I’ll get over you. But if you don’t, then… I dunno, we’ll see from there, yeah?”

Shouta could only nod hollowly. He considered apologizing once more, but Yamada was gone before the words could bubble in his chest. The door was shut, and far away, he could hear Yamada’s yelled greeting to Shirakumo.

#writing #erasermic #eraserhead #present mic #shouta aizawa #hizashi yamada #SORRY IF THE PACING OR CHARACTERIZATION IS TERRIBLE I DID THIS AS A QUICK LITTLE DRABBLE TO TAKE A BREAK FROM SOMETHING LONGER #I DIDNT PLAN ANYTHING SO IT MAY SUCK!!

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Before I Met You | Ten

Updates: Sundays, ~8 PM EST

Pairing: NCT (Jaehyun, Lucas, Mark, Jaemin, Johnny) X Reader/OC

Genre: Romance, Angst, Coming of Age

Summary: Four. There were four people before I fell in love with you… Here are their stories.

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“What are you doing?” Jaehyun asks.

He looks down at me as I sit on the floor, boxes and papers scattered around me. A smirk slowly forms on his face, the scene in front of him clearly amusing.

“I’m just going through some of the old papers I’ve saved.” I chuck a stack of papers into a cardboard box. “There’s a lot of stuff from my college days that I haven’t touched in years so I figure I can throw it out.”

Jaehyun’s eyebrows raise in curiosity. He bends down to pick up something that catches his eye. “What are these?”

“Oh! Those are a bunch of polaroids we’ve taken together. I put them in a box each time we took them and since I’m cleaning up and redecorating, I thought I’d make a photo garland with them above my desk.”

“That would be nice – oh! This is from our first date!” He flips to the next photo. “Oh and this was the first night you came over and we watched Before Sunrise together!”

I stand up and lightly grip onto his forearm, leaning my head against him as he continues looking through the photos. “You know, I was quite surprised you suggested we watch that movie.”

“Oh really? Why?”

“It’s an unusual style for a movie; it’s not something everyone would necessarily appreciate,” I say. “I was pretty excited you wanted to watch it though!” I grin up at him. “It’s one of my favorite movies. I watched it for the first time when I was a sophomore in college.”

“I really liked it. It was really interesting and I was impressed at how it kept you focused the entire time even though it was so simple.”

I let go of his arm as he hands me back all the photos.

“I have a couple emails I need to send, but for dinner I was thinking we could make some pizza? I bought sourdough,” he says.

“Yeah, that sounds great! Let me know when you’re ready!”

He smiles and gives me a light peck on the lips. “I love you.”

I lift my hand to gently caress his cheek before bringing it to the back of his neck to pull him down for another kiss. “I love you, too.”

As Jaehyun leaves the room, I look down at the floor again, spotting my chemistry lab notebook from freshman year. I pick it up and flip through it, seeing that there are still a significant number of blank pages that can still be used. Perhaps I’ll keep it. When I reach the back cover, a sense of nostalgia overcomes me as I scan the many sticky notes containing various equations and important points I needed to memorize for the final. I briefly quirk an eyebrow before breaking out into a smile when I see the light green sticky note at the bottom with a doodle of a smiling watermelon with arms and legs. Mark had drawn it for me when we were studying and hid it in my notebook when I left to use the restroom.

I actually haven’t spoken to Mark in a while. He’s difficult to get a hold of. Last I had heard was that he was doing some service work and traveling. Occasionally, he’d post a picture of himself playing the guitar wherever he was – usually on a beach or for an audience of small children.

Mark will always hold a special place in my heart. My time with him was very limited, but he’s a fond memory I’ll always hold dear. He was the first real friend I had in college – the first person away from home I ever felt comfortable speaking to. For me, he was the sign that things were going to be okay.

He was right though. Things did get better as I progressed through college. I moved out of the dorms and found a better roommate. I made some new friends that I could call up and hang out with. Studying was still difficult, but I did figure out what worked in order for me to be successful. It’s still not a place I miss, but I do appreciate all of the opportunities I had. And on the rare occasion I had the chance to talk to Mark, he was always so excited to hear that things were going relatively well. He ended up being someone I told a lot of my boy problems to, and though he didn’t have a ton of advice every time, he was always amused by my stories.

However, there was one time – the summer before I graduated college – where he did have some advice that really helped me. That was the last time I saw him in person.

I do miss him.

Sadly, we didn’t contact each other that much after he went to London. The time difference made it a challenge and whenever one of us was available, the other wasn’t. I felt like the universe was trying to tell me something.

I do remember one phone call we had though. That call broke my heart.

Is it even possible to have your heart broken by someone who was just a friend?

Because Mark was the first person to ever break my heart… and break it twice.

“Hey! I went to Derbyshire the other day. You’d love it! It’s so beautiful!” he said. “And Chatsworth House is gorgeous. No wonder you like that movie so much. They chose some good filming sites.”

“It’s a very aesthetically pleasing movie!” I remarked. “I’m so jealous though. You got to live my Elizabeth Bennet dreams.”

“Yeah! You should come visit considering I’m going to be staying here for two more years.”

“Wh – what?”

“Yeah! Shortly after I got here, I was looking into transferring and college here is usually three years so the timing kinda works out. The UK normally doesn’t like transfers, but since I’m here, I figured some stuff out with their counselors.”

I was happy for him, truly. But that didn’t mean I didn’t want him to come back considering our time together was so short. There was so much more I wanted to talk to him about. He was different and he embraced being different. He was always so comfortable in his own skin and had a carefree spirit that was easy to be around. Mark truly enjoyed life – with all of its complexities and particularly its simple pleasures.

Honestly, I didn’t think Mark could say anything else that would have been as devastating as when he told first told me he was leaving.

But I was wrong. Hearing him decide to stay there for longer than he had originally planned was equally heartbreaking. It’s hard when you’re waiting for someone to come back and they don’t when you expect them to. I even get a little disappointed when Jaehyun says a business trip has to be extended for a couple days. But that’s nothing compared to two years.

Timing.

The timing was never right for us.

But one thing’s for sure: Mark kept his original promise.

Dear Y/N,

Hello! I’m so sorry it has taken me so long to write to you! Life just gets so busy sometimes! I wanted to thank you again for the journal you gave me. Your note was so sweet! I don’t know if you noticed, but I was trying not to cry when you gave it to me haha. I also added the pictures we took together. You know, we look pretty cute in them haha!

I hope you know that I live vicariously through you. London is great, but I do miss California! I like hearing about all of the different aspects of your life, especially your boy drama (because who doesn’t like a little gossip) so keep it up! I just wanna let you know that even though I’m 5,000 miles away, I’m always a call/email/letter away! If you need me, I’m here!

I’m really grateful I got to know you, even if it was only for a little bit. I do wish we had met earlier, but I’m pretty sure we’re going to remain friends even after I return! Once you become friends with me, you’re stuck with me forever haha :) But please stay in contact with me! Sincerely, I think you’re incredible.

I hope everything this semester is going swell for you! Sounds like you’re taking on a lot, but I know you can do it! As you know, I’m not the most gifted in chemistry, but if you need anything else, just let me know!

One last thing: Keep up being amazing! Good luck trying to keep all these boys off you, but I’m sure they know when they’ve met an incredible find. It’s not often you meet a girl who is kind, pretty, smart, and funny; so I doubt you’ll be able to keep them away for too long!

Anyway, I hope you continue to write me letters sometimes! Isn’t it fun to have a pen pal?! I love hearing about what you’re up to! So keep me posted!

Love, Mark

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Moving Day

Avengers - Clint Barton/Reader

Prompt Fill for anon

Prompt: 18. “Are you banned from all Taco Bells or just that Taco Bell?”

Author’s Note: I started this last night and it kind of just went on it’s own direction? Anyways, hope you like it!

Disclaimer: I don’t own the characters so don’t sue me please. I just really like them haha

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You were finally moving out of your old run-down apartment and into a bigger and better place. You were so glad to leave behind the old rat-infested studio apartment to move into a newer apartment nearer the tower, but what excited you the most (other than the lack of rats) was that you were finally getting a separate bedroom!

Tony had offered to hire movers, but your best friend, Clint, had insisted the two of you could do it yourselves. At first, you’d been ready to take Tony up on his offer, but Clint’s constant begging finally got to you. You’d caved, and agreed that he could help you move, wondering what was the worst that could happen. The move had started off alright, and you’d managed to get all the furniture into the new place before disaster struck.

You’d held the elevator while Clint filled it with as many boxes as he could until there was barely room for you both to stand. Halfway up, the power for the entire block went out, leaving you and Clint trapped halfway between floors. You both stood in silence for a minute, sure the power would kick back on. It didn’t.

You shot a glare at Clint, “This is all your fault. I hope you know that.”

“Why? I didn’t do anything!”

“You and I could have been relaxing while movers handled everything. But noooo, god forbid we do that” you sighed.

“Well sorry for wanting to make sure no creepy men were touching your stuff!” He huffed, crossing his arms over his chest.

“That’s why you wouldn’t let Tony hire movers?!” you stared at him incredulously.

He shifted from one foot to the other, not looking at you as he responded, “I was just trying to look out for you, okay?”

“Oh my god, Clint. What did you think was going to happen?” you were tired, and your fuse was short.

“You’re an Avenger, [Y/N]! What if someone wanted to steal something and sell it? What if they sabotaged your stuff!” his voice dropped low enough you could barely hear as he continued, “What if they messed with your box of, y’know, underwear?”

A slow grin crept across your face as laughter began to bubble out of you. Clint glared at you, huffing at you. After a long minute, you were able to get yourself back and under control and stepped forward, placing your hand on his upper arm. He didn’t say anything, and as you looked at the grumpy look you schooled your grin back into a small smile.

“Clint, I appreciate you looking out for me. I do. But, no one's going through my underwear, okay? And I’m pretty sure that Tony would have picked movers who wouldn’t steal my stuff” your voice was soft now, a sharp contrast from the anger that laced it just a few minutes better.

He uncrossed his arms, sighing, “I just worry about you, I don’t want your stuff being messed with.”

You squeezed his arm gently once before letting your hand drop back to your side, “Clint…? Please tell me you locked the moving truck…”

A look of pure horror quickly spread across his face, and it took everything in you not to laugh at him again. Everything important was with you in the elevator, and it was really only clothes left in the moving van. If they got stolen, well, that just meant it was time for a new wardrobe!

“Shit, fuck, I’m so sorry [Y/N]” he began to stammer, and he began to study the elevator desperately, “I’m gonna get us out of here!”

It didn’t take the two of you long to find the emergency hatch in the elevator roof. Unfortunately, when you tried to open it you found it was stuck shut. It would only open about an inch before it stopped, and no matter what the two of you tried, you couldn’t get it to move.

When you reached for your cell phone, figuring you’d call Tony or Nat for some help, you realized that not only had you left your phone in the apartment, you’d left Clint’s too. The two of you were trapped until either the power came back on or someone came looking for you.

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Two hours later, you and Clint were seated in the small space you’d left. The two of you had packed in so many boxes though that sitting was slightly awkward. You were both seated with your back against opposite walls, your legs intertwined.

You smiled softly at Clint as he doodled on one of the boxes with a pen you’d had in your pocket. You loved times like these (well, not times locked in an elevator, this was a first), but the quiet moments you shared. He was chewing his lip in concentration as he drew, and you loved how serious he looked as he doodled a small hawk on the box.

As he put the finishing touch on the bird, he turned to you, an eyebrow cocking curiously at you, “You okay over there? Don’t be getting cabin fever on me!”

You laughed, leaning your head back against the elevator wall, “You’re buying me Taco Bell after this. You owe me.”

“Does it have to be Taco Bell…?” his voice was guarded.

Slowly you leaned forward, “Don’t tell me you’re a Del Taco person?!”

“No, but why do you want Taco Bell? What about anywhere else?”

“Because you owe me, and we’re going to the Taco Bell on Lexington. They don’t skimp on their tacos” you shrugged, watching him curiously.

He blanched slightly, looking at his drawing again before he spoke, “I can’t actually go there…”

“What? Why not?” you laughed.

“I’m kind of banned for life” he explained.

A mischievous grin lit up your face, “Are you banned from all Taco Bells or just that Taco Bell?”

“Just that one” he sighed, hoping you’d drop it.

You didn’t of course. For the next five minutes, you began to pester him to explain, and he refused to say anything at all. Desperate times called for desperate measures, and when he wouldn’t give in even after you swore not to tell anyone, you decided it was time to bring out the big guns.

The way you two were sitting, legs intertwined, meant that this was going to be a struggle. Carefully you pulled your feet back away from him and got up onto your knees. He watched you warily, the grin on your face worrying him. Before he could pull his legs in, you quickly moved to straddle him, sitting on his thighs.

“[Y/N] what are y-” he started, eyes blown wide, only to be stopped by you reaching out to tickle his sides.

At first, he fought to keep his face emotionless. He tried to shift and throw you off, but there was nowhere for him to go, he was trapped between you, the walls, and the boxes. Just when you were about to give up the ghost, he cracked a smile and began to laugh.

“Tell me what I want to know, and I’ll stop!” you were laughing by this point too.

“Fine! Fine!” he caved, and your hands stilled, resting on his sides and you tried not to think about how good he felt.

After taking a moment to catch his breath he began, “Remember Tony’s last Christmas Gala? Well, I may or may not have had a bit too much to drink, so Thor and I decided to ride back together but we managed to convince the driver to stop there. Y’know, Taco Bell is always the antidote to his parties. Thor and I got into an argument about which of us would win in a fight and things may have gotten a little out of hand.”

“You didn’t!” you gasped, your hands flying up to cover your face delightedly, “Are you guys why they shut down for renovations?!”

“We had to pay for them to fix everything, and they banned both of us for life” he paused, “I won though.”

You rolled your eyes playfully, “Sure you did, Clint.”

“Hey! I did!” he argued, fake glaring at you.

“Whatever you say”

“Are you doubting me?” he scoffed.

Even in the crappy fluorescent elevator light, his eyes drew you in. As soon as your attention wavered, he made his move. He quickly drew his knees in, knocking you off balance and sending you into his chest. In one quick movement, he had you trapped underneath, one hand pinning your arms above your head and the other began to quickly tickle your ribs.

You began to buck, trying to twist and roll out of his grasp but he had you pinned tight. You weren’t getting out of it, and to be honest, you weren’t sure you wanted to.

“I yield!” your laugh echoed through the elevator car, “You truly are Earth’s mightiest”

A smirk lit up his face as he released your arms and stopped tickling you. He was still sitting on your thighs, and the moment seemed to drag out as you stared up at him. You caught your lower lip in your teeth as you stared up at him and slowly moved so your hands were resting on his hips. His eyes studied yours for a long moment, before he slowly leaned down over you, his hands on either side of your face.

He paused, hovering over you, and you decided to make the first move. You surged forward, catching his lips in a searing kiss. A low groan escaped his throat as the kiss deepened, your hands moving from his hips to roam under his shirt.

The two of you were too distracted by each other that you didn’t notice when the elevator started moving. The ding of the doors opening caught your attention but the two of you made no move to break apart.

“Told you they were fine” Nat snorted.

Your eyes flew open at Nat’s voice, and you quickly pulled away from the kiss. Your face turned a horrifying shade of red, and you buried your face in Clint’s neck as you looked over to see Nat, Tony, and Steve watching you guys. Well, Nat and Tony were watching. Steve’s face was just as red as yours and he was doing his best not to look at you.

Clint ignored them, his hand reaching out to the elevator control panel and pressing the button for your floor. As the elevator started moving again, he slammed the emergency stop button, trapping you between floors again. Maybe getting stuck in an elevator wasn’t that bad?

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Burst Beetle Tweseveny #4: "2007: The Limits of Infinity and the Time on One's Hands!"

With a PWEEYOOM! a pair of burning tire tracks blasts across the asphalt, and in a stream of flashing colors, Burst Beetle Tweseveny appears!

"Aha! Back to action, and... um..." Tweseveny is alone in a back alley, her only companions a garbage can, a recycling bin, a soiled, broken bottle of Mister Paprika Code Indigo that was clearly supposed to have gone in the recycling bin, and a poster for a slam poetry event. "Hm."

She looks around carefully, and pushes the little red gem below the clock face on her belt, armor disappearing in a burst of amber light. "Well, I suppose one should explore before jumping into a situation."

Burst Beetle Tweseveny takes two confident steps out of the alleyway! And a newspaper flies thru the air and smacks her in the face! "Ackpth!"

She flails around blindly, trips on a banana peel (left there by fellow time-traveler Comedic Banana Peel Man, visiting from the 1940s), and falls backwards into a pile of trash bags.

She peels the newspaper carefully off her face. "Oh... ow." She stares up at the sky for a while. "...ow."

...she stares up at the sky for another while. "...didn't think this sort of thing happened to net.heroes."

Burst Beetle Tweseveny heaves a big sigh, gives a crooked little smile, and stands up. "But I'm still here, and still free." The fingers of her left hand stroke softly over her belt buckle and the phone inside. With her right, she holds up the newspaper and squints at it. "April... 272nd? Wh-- Oh! Of course, this is 2007! It's the Infinite April!"

<<<*>>>

Every day, the Legion has a new leader! Every night, at the stroke of midnight-- they disappear!! Over the days and weeks of an unending April, the Legion struggles to uncover the mysterious force causing them to disappear one by one! Will the dwindling forces of net.heroism be able to overcome this Infinite Leadership Crisis--

--before the last Legionnaire vanishes?!

<<<*>>>

She hops to her feet, tossing the newspaper aside and running her hands thru her hair. "Well, well! It makes sense that if I traveled to 2007, I'd hit April - it was over a year long! What an event!" She looks around, limbs filling with enthusiasm. "So! First off, I'm going to need a shower. But where will I find some good samaritans who will be open to helping out some random person?"

She turns, looking across the street, and her gaze falls on a building that takes up a whole city block, a building shaped like a cross between a grand hotel and an upside-down computer monitor, a building radiant with the spirit of heroism - the headquarters of the Legion of Net.Heroes, literally right there in front of her!

"Ah!" She grins, striding confidently forward through the revolving door! Within, an expansive, sunny foyer, studded with friendly succulents and the Spectacular Spider-Plant, and featuring a large, round desk in the middle, with an "INFORMATION" sign hanging above it!

And there, sitting behind said desk - a friendly-faced young Hispanic man! His hair, a faded pink with dark roots and a shaggy, uneven cut! His T-shirt, white, with doodles all over it in various colors of marker, continuing onto his skin as temporary tattoos in pen and ink! Two of the nails on his left hand are painted neon green, and three on the right are ebon black, all ten with gold sparklies on top! On his shirt, a handmade button that says "LEADER" in purple sharpie!

He looks down at his phone, brow furrowed in concentration! "C'mon, c'mon, daddy needs a Fanficuno..."

"Ah, excuse me?" says Tweseveny, stepping forward.

"Bvwmeep!" The young man slams! the phone on the desk, sitting up straight. "Hello, nice to meet you, my name is Time-Waster Lad, interim leader of the Legion of Net.Heroes, how can I assist with your emergency?"

"Er..." Tweseveny blinks in momentary startlement, and then a return to solid purpose! "I was wondering if I could take a shower here!"

"Oh!" Time-Waster Lad sags in relief. "Sure, definitely. We have some community showers in the Non-Peril Gym that Weight-Lifting Lady had built when she was leader. C'mon, I'll show you down!"

Time-Waster Lad guides Tweseveny through a door at the back of the foyer, leading to a long hallway. So long, indeed, that Tweseveny can barely see the other end - it seems a football field away, far far too far for the building she'd seen on the outside, and she thrills! The transcendent, ever-changing architecture of LNHQ! She gets to experience it, in person, as a person!

Today, the carpets are lush and thick, in bright colors speckled with triangular patterns, like a bowling alley. The walls are a cheerful sky blue, but in the distance, seem to shift towards a soft pink. Dozens of doors line the hallway, labeled as leading into various rooms; "Monitor Room", "Plot Device Room", "Peril Room", and many others. Dozens of other hallways intersect with it, often at strange and improbable angles. It is lit with warm LEDs, and occasionally, a geographically improbable window to let in the sunlight.

"There certainly don't seem to be many LNHers around today," says Tweseveny, admiring a framed portrait of Tsar Chasm in a Napoleonic pose.

"Ah, well, they're all out on missions," says Time-Waster Lad, twirling a lock of hair. "It's been a while, but remember that press release we put out back when April didn't end?"

"Oh," says Tweseveny, a slight blush of social mistakery coloring her cheeks, "actually, I'm a time traveler - I just landed today. But I'd heard about the Infinite April before."

"Oh, okay, neat," says Time-Waster Lad, as used as any veteran net.hero to temporal shenanigans. "Well, we've been having a lot of trouble keeping up on missions as our team keeps disappearing. We've got those robot duplicates Dr. Stomper made before he disappeared, but they're..." He bites his lip, clearly trying to come up with a diplomatic description! "They're not exactly 100% on the acting right. So we keep them for the small stuff. But most of the team is out doing one net.hero thing or another."

"Gotcha gotcha. It makes sense that the leader would hold down the fort!"

"...haha, yeah, it sure does..." Time-Waster Lad gives a little cough and walks thru an open doorway, into a locker room tiled in warm, bright colors, with birdsong piped in in the background.

"Super swanky!" comments Tweseveny, picking out a particularly bright shower with a rainbow mosaic, stepping in and closing the door behind her.

"Yeah, Sing-Along Lass said that even exercise can be cheerful and nice." Time-Waster Lad takes Tweseveny's clothes as she passes them over, and puts them into the super-speed washer-dryer Domestic Lad had installed when he was leader. "No use putting dirty clothes on a clean body, that's what he told us."

"Excellent advice! You certainly seem to be a good listener!" The warm water cascades over Tweseveny's tired muscles, and she feels her body relaxing, invigorating, mmm!

Time-Waster Lad smiles, leaning against the wall. "Thank you! But it seems like I only listen to the stuff that isn't important. If someone's giving me an order, it slips right out..." He stares off into space, humming musically for a couple minutes. "...oh!" He starts, straightening up. "Sorry, I started just... talkin' about myself!" He rubs the back of his head ruefully.

"Hah! That's all right," says Tweseveny, soaping herself off - gosh, you get sweaty fighting net.villains! "People say I'm a good listener too, and I gotta tell you, I don't mind lending a helpful ear."

"Aw, you're super sweet!" He runs his hands thru his hair, relaxing. "Still, I didn't ask - what's going on with you?"

She works shampoo into her hair, her scalp luxuriating in the stimulation. "I've been bopping around thru time a bit, and just kind of landed in this month."

"Oh man!" Time-Waster Lad shakes his head. "That's not surprising, it's so friggin' long! Like, I was supposed to go for my ADHD screening at the beginning of May, but..."

Tweseveny smiles, filling her voice with encouragement! "Well, I'm from the future, so I know it'll end eventually!"

"Sure," says Time-Waster Lad, with the tones of someone who is trying to be positive but has heard this all before. "But is it our future? Contraption Man said this never happened in his timeline, and Kid Kirby poked at a bunch of alternate timelines before he vanished and couldn't see an end to this."

Tweseveny hums in thought. She's actually read this story, so she knows how it will turn out, but-- actually, come to think, could this be some kind of Elsewhirl, an alternate-universe story? She hasn't considered the metafictional implications of her visit - and there's the lingering suspicion that, sometime soon, she will wake from this sweet dream of being powerful and fighting for good...

She shakes herself out. Dream or not, she's in the story now! "That's fair. So, as today's leader, how are you dealing with it?"

"Heh, well, everybody who can do work right now on the disappearing leaders problem already is, it seems like? So I'm just manning the des... ohhhhh biscuits I forgot I was running the desk! Frick frick frick..." Despite the cuteness of his euphemistic swearing, Time-Waster Lad is clearly freaking out!

"Oop!" Tweseveny turns off the water and does a quick pass with the towel! "Time-Waster Lad, before you continue freaking out, could you please pass me my clothes?"

"Frick frick frick sure..." Time-Waster Lad pulls open the dryer and tosses the clothes underhand to Tweseveny, then starts pulling on his hair. "Daaaaah..."

"Thank you!" Tweseveny gets dressed in a right hurry. She needs to get something more suited to a net.hero than beige skirts and sensible blouses, but there's no time for that now! Boldly, she steps out of the shower, takes Time-Waster Lad by the shoulders, and shakes him a bit! "Snap out of it, man!" Gosh, she's always wanted to say that!

"Sorry, sorry, sorry, I just, I just, I just--"

"Snap out of it more than that, please!" Tweseveny grabs a bucket, sets the shower to Breathtakingly Cold, fills the bucket, rears back, and--

"Okay no I think I snapped out of it now!!" Time-Waster Lad throws his hands up in front of his face.

"Oh, good." Tweseveny puts down the bucket and sweeps Time-Waster Lad into a hug! "It's okay! We shall go back to the desk together and Hang Out and Talk and Relax."

"mmberf" After Tweseveny lets go, Time-Waster Lad draws a deep breath into his body, spreads his hands, and lets the cloud of panic disperse. "Okay. Cool." He shakes out his head. "Thanks."

She takes his hand, and together, the two of them walk back down the corridors of the LNHQ. Tweseveny stays quiet, giving Time-Waster Lad time and space to breathe, to consider, in the sunlight of the nice day, in the warm breezes of the architecturally improbable windows.

As they pass the Plot Device Room, without preamble, Time-Waster Lad speaks. "I miss Miss Translation."

"Miss Translation..." Tweseveny pokes at her memories, of reading the older LNH series, scrolling through her news feed in delighted glee... "She was the alien who had a hard time speaking English, right?"

"Right. Once you learned her dialect, though, she was really easy to talk to. Together, we headed up a whole subgroup, one of the smaller teams within the LNH. She was the one who leapt forward and made things happen, and I was the one who took his time and made the plans and make sure things would work out." A great sigh heaves its way out of Time-Waster Lad's lungs. "And then... we lost a teammate. And the whole team got kicked out. Except for me." He runs his hands through his mop of pink hair. "Because, I guess, the Ultimate Ninja... didn't think I was one of them."

"Ohhh..." Tweseveny feels the weight in Time-Waster Lad's belly. The casual dismissal of the leadership he had been proud of... "I'm sorry."

"Yeah." The corridor ends, and the two of them are back in the foyer. "And then, just to kick everything in the pants?" Time-Waster Lad vaults the back of the reception desk and turns to face her. "They all got lost in space."

"Gosh," says Tweseveny, and means it, leaning her elbows on the desk, putting her face in her hands, and looking up at him. "That's painful."

"Right?" he says, and sighs, flopping into the rolly chair. "Starts-Arguments-For-No-Reason Kid and Sleeps-With-Anything-Alive Girl are back now. Not sure what the story is there... I think they might not remember it, but they definitely don't want to talk about it. When Limp-Asparagus Lad was leader, he sent out invitations for them to come back, along with a lot of other inactive former LNHers, and they did." Time-Waster Lad leans his head back and kicks his feet up, pressing them into the edge of the desktop. "But Ultimate Ninja might just kick them out again when he comes back. If he comes back." He blows a breath out loose lips. "And that was my last experience being a leader, sort of."

"Time-Waster Lad..." Tweseveny reaches for him... but her hand curls in a fist. She doesn't know what to say...

A throat is cleared on the other side of the room. "I'm sorry..."

Tweseveny and Time-Waster lad look up, roused from the depressing discussion! There, having just come in the door - two figures!

One, a tall woman in her early twenties, in a glittering silver dress, pale silver hair with a deep purple streak, an amethyst nose piercing, and high heels. She holds up an hourglass full of silvery sand and grins in manic confidence!

The other, a figure in a hooded robe, his face cast in constant shadow no matter how he moves! His body is hidden by the rich brown fabric, its texture sumptuous and expensive, yet continually exuding a noxious smell; starting off subtle, yet getting stronger by the moment!

"...but is this a bad... time?" the woman finishes, a maniacal glint in her eye!

"You're..." says Time-Waster Lad, eyes widening in recognition...

"That's right," says the hooded figure, working enthusiasm into his voice. "The devilish duo of trans-temporal terror!"

The woman raises her hourglass! "Mother Time and the Time Crapper!"

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Author's Notes: Finally, Tweseveny returns!

There's a lot of reasons it took me almost two years to come back to this. A two-part storyline ended up ballooning to six parts, as I found more things I wanted to do with it, in terms of emotions, continuity, and cool shit. The continuity required a lot of research, and the emotions required a lot of heavy lifting. But it's done now, and I'm proud of it - I hope you will be too!

In re: Contraption Man: In the first Infinite Leadership Crisis issue, Contraption Man shows up yelling "No future!" and then goes into a coma, but he shows up perfectly okay later. I thought about commenting on that situation, but frankly, I'm going to be doing a lot of continuity-stitching in this storyline, so I'll save that for some other ILC insert.

"berf" as a sound effect of something mildly discomfiting happening is stolen from Questionable Content.

Time-Waster Lad created by Raythrax, Not Reserved.

The Time Crapper created by Jef Kolodziej, Free For Use.

Mother Time created by... shoot, it's not on the wiki. It's Arthur, right? In LNHCP #43? And I'm pretty sure she's Not Reserved and/or Free For Use??

#Original Fiction #Superheroes #Adventure #Silliness #Legion of Net.Heroes #Classic LNH #Burst Beetle Tweseveny

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