#idk thier last names

[arg-antithetical-dream-girl]

i can’t believe this show doesn’t have an ao3 tag someone save us

[thursdaysyme]

they’re boyfriends

[iloveslasher]

hola, today's my bday >:)

anyways not the point, I know you dont write for laddie but can this be a daddy dwayne and mama s/o thing? S/o has an adopted daughter who loves being with laddie and Dwayne and S/o take thier kids out to play and they go on little adventures. especially with the fact that Laddie tends to wander off, they wander off together honestly and they just be vibin 😍😊

Idk, thought it was cute ♡ thank you for your time

Hi darling, happy belated birthday. I don't really write for laddie, because he's a child. I will write fictions like this darling. Hope you like it!

Warning(s): cussing,some assholes, fluff!

Little Footsteps, Big Adventures

Pairing: Dad!Dwayne+ Little Big Brother Laddie x Mom!reader.

Summary: when u hang out with a certain group on the boardwalk things usually don't go as planned.

When you first met Dwayne, you found him very intimidating and you thought that he was way too dangerous to introduce your daughter to. But as you saw him more and more with the little boy, Laddie — the way he looked after him like a fierce, silent guardian — you started to warm up to the idea. There was something gentle behind those intense eyes, something careful and fiercely loyal.

Then came the confession: Dwayne was a vampire. Not just any vampire — but one who swore you were his mate. You were understandably... hesitant. Okay, borderline panicked. But he was patient, steady, and he never pushed. He let you take your time. Laddie was always around, and your daughter adored him from the jump — the two of them stuck together like glue. Wherever Laddie wandered off to (which was constantly), your daughter would be right behind him, giggling and whispering about secret fairy trails and monster footprints.

Dwayne asked you on a date after weeks of just hanging out, being around, and proving you and your daughter could trust him. You said yes.

That’s why you’re here now.

Wrapped in his leather jacket, arms slung around his waist as he holds you close before your date night.

“Dwayne, I don’t feel good letting Paul and Marko alone with my baby.”

You looked him straight in the eyes, frowning. He hugged you a little tighter, rubbing a hand over your back.

“Don’t worry, she’s in good hands with David there,” he said calmly.

You pulled back just slightly, narrowing your eyes.

“Dwayne… last time he literally floated away with her.”

He winced, and it was a little funny seeing this ancient, brooding vampire wince like a kid who got caught stealing cookies.

“I know, princess. I told him to never do that again.”

You sighed. You knew exactly what told him meant. Dwayne may not yell, but he didn’t need to — especially not when his eyes glowed red and his fangs came out a little. David might’ve been a smug, cocky bastard, but even he knew better than to test Dwayne when it came to you or her.

Still, your stomach fluttered with nerves.

“Relax,” he whispered, kissing your forehead. “They’ve got blood bags, cartoons, and Laddie’s there. Plus, your daughter’s probably already dragging Laddie on some imaginary quest to rescue magical frogs or something.”

You sighed again, but smiled.

Meanwhile...

Somewhere deep in the woods just past the boardwalk, your daughter and Laddie were indeed vibing. She had a stick she was calling a “fairy wand,” and Laddie was holding a flat rock like it was a sacred treasure.

“If we follow this trail,” she whispered, “we’ll find the portal to the mushroom kingdom.”

“But if we go that way,” Laddie whispered back, pointing to an overgrown path, “there’s a haunted tree that talks.”

They both stared down the second path.

Naturally, they took it.

They weren’t scared. They had each other. They had snacks. And honestly, they were both half-convinced that if they got really lost, one of the guys would just fly in and scoop them up again.

But for now, they were on their own adventure. Just a pair of little wanderers, laughing, poking mushrooms, and naming every squirrel they saw.

Back at the boardwalk, you let Dwayne lead you down the beach, hand in hand.

“I still can’t believe I’m dating a vampire,” you muttered, half-laughing.

“I still can’t believe I’m in love with a woman who yells at undead men like they’re daycare workers,” he teased softly, kissing your knuckles.

You blushed and bumped your shoulder into his.

“Well... they are.”

And somewhere in the distance, your daughter and Laddie had declared themselves royalty of the Haunted Mushroom Kingdom — vibing, as usual — while the Lost Boys babysat with varying levels of success and chaos.

It was weird. It was messy. But it was yours.

And honestly? You wouldn’t change a thing.

[th3-c0ll3ct3r]

Wilbur did an update video:

Here's the breakdown

He said he wanted to bring some clarity to the situation that happened last year but doesn't want to dig at old news

But if you want to dig up old news then why say anything?

Then he states that he does not like the labels that are being used surrounding him and that his family and friends know that he isn't an abusive

And to prove his point he'd have to share personal information about himself which is isn't comfortable with, so we should just trust him

To which, the genuine counter argument is:

1. We knew what the inside of his old apartment was, because Fundy showed it in a vlog

2. We know the city he lives in. THE CITY

3. We know his age (roughly), gender, date of birth, full legal name and his physical looks

4. We know what he would have named his first born child if they were born AFAB

5. People know where he's going to be because of his tours

6. We know his preferred brand of clothing, his style of clothing etc...

7. We know what he did/would have done at University, as he used to say on the dsmp that he was an English major. Since we don't have "Majors" in the UK, the thing he was most likely to be referring to is his pursuits for an English Language and Literature degree.

7.5 we know it was an English Language and Literature degree because he himself recounted learning and being interested in Hamilton and The Odysseus (being English Literature) and English Language is creative writing. Like the script of the dsmp

8. People know what trains and tubs he takes (idk how but they do)

And ALL this information was shared by him, in either his blogs, videos, live streams or collabs. So to say he doesn't share personal information yet have all this out thier is a lie

Furthermore to say that "alot of influence have to share personal information with fans for XZY" is a lie, because content creator like Ethoslab, Zombiecleo, Okaysoheresthething, Ranboo, MANY vtubers and other have all been able to keep both their likeness and personal information out of public spaces by just choosing not to share it, and taking the necessary steps not to have it public

But anyways, then he said he still stands by what his statement said in February of last year but people "misinterpreted probably due to his wording"

To which I'll point out again he's an English major/was a uni student for English/has a degree in English. So he either lied about his academic pursuits or his wording was somewhat intentional, because their ain't NO WAY-

Then he states that he doesn't the "sides to fight each other"

To which, I would like to add my own personal accounts of his fans. Not one single Shubble supporter or victim supporters did or said anything negative or harmful to me even when I asked questions.

His fans on the other hand... Yeahhhhhhh.

So this is coming a bit too late. Like 17 months late

But sure it's a good message to stand by, and no one should be sending death threats or "fighting" each other.

And then he got to the main bit about the video.

Not to give clarity

Not to further update his fans

But to promote his band and to say he wants to do more videos. Leading many to realise the first 30% of the 5 minutes long video was just engagement baiting, into getting more people to see, spread and recognise that he's coming back to content creation and his band is preforming again

TLDR: the most useless video I've seen this week. He says he wants to give clarity but then doesn't do that and spends 30% of the video contradicting himself and then promotes himself and his band.

[lenorenevermore99]

1- Sangihun,Jibyeok and 457 are ships that are just pure yaoi and yuri fantasy. In my eyes, Sang-Woo and Gi-Hun are doomed friends who got brutally hit by a tragic ending. Gi-Hun and Frontman are enemies who are different sides of the same coin (enemeies that have paralles but choosed different paths).I can't say certain thing about Sae-Byeok and Ji-Yeong but they are purely platonic to me (wish their dynamic were explored more tho).

2- Dae-Ho lied about being marine is a bullshit (Dae-Ho my boi get behind me!)

3- Jung-Bae and Jun-Ho are underrated as hell (and Jung-Bae deserves better than what he's got from the fandom)

4- Frontman being jealous of everyone breathing down Gi-Hun or other jokes about 457 is getting old as Optimus and Megatron divorced and made it everyone's problem.

5- Ngl i have my ships in the show but i morely ınterested in platonic,familial relationships and friendships.

6- Fandom caring about more shipping is sooooo insufferable when the show offers better things (at least to me 😅🤭)

7- I hate how underrated Gi-Hun is

8- I also had enough with Gi-Hun and some other characters (like In-Ho, who i enjoy as a villain) became a tool for shipping

(Sorry for ranting more about shipping but my problem lays there)

1. A lot of the people in these notes are confused as to why 457 or inhun is so popular and I want to give my quick n short thoughts on it. I personally belive it's a hold over from S1. One of the most popular ships was sangwoo x gi hun. While sangwoo obviously isn't as bad as in-ho he was still a very toxic character all things considered. My point is, I think the thousands of toxic yaoi shippers that shipped 218 x 456 just migrated and latched onto 001 x 456 lmao.

2. This is just an echo in here but JUNG BAE IS UNDERRATED AS FUCK WHYYYY??? He so charismatic and he's an echo of S1 Gi-hun you would think people would really dig him. IDK I did.

3. Genuinely shocked in ho is popular they way he is. Not to be confused with him being popular in the first place. I get him BEING popular. They way he is popular tho... is odd. Thanos had the fandom response I thought Inho was going to reccive. Instead, seeing sooo many people being sympathetic and justifying his POV was... interesting to say the least.

4. I don't think all inhun shippers are the same and i have my own delulu ships. So when I say thier mental gymnastics are crazy I'm referring to a specific group. Those who try to ship them realistically are rare. In ho has an unhealthy obsession with gi hun that much is clear. But seeing so many trying to justify that obsession as romantic instrest rather than a cold manipulator who desperately wants to be right is comical. You need to insert a lot of imagination to make this ship sail.

5. I'm outing myself with this bias buuuut. I'm so shocked Jung bae x gi hun is practically nonexistent??? Gi hun was so protective over jung bae from the moment he saw him🥺. The way Jung-bae was able to cheer him up to acting like his older self. Jung bae at the start was cowardly but still chose certain death to fight with and protect Gi-hun. They have a past. Jung's last name was to signify him being Gi hun's "bae". OMG WHY DID SO FEW SEE THE VISON?!?!?

I hate haters 😑🥲

Hello anon! To be honest with you, I'm kinda cofused you dumped all these here with zero context, but I'll try to answer the best I can.

Hard disagree. Your interpretations are valid and you have every right to see them however you want, but saying they're purely yaoi and yuri fantasies sounds a tinsy bit... idek.

Hard agree, honestly I thought that was a meme until I saw redditors talk about that theory seriously 😰

Hard agree! Especially Jung-bae.

It never gets old. Never.

Valid.

Idk what to tell ya. I don't care about people caring more about shipping, as long as they're having fun. The fandom is big, so you will always find someone to discuss about the others things of the show with. Feel free to drop in my ask box anytime if you want to discuss anything else in the show!

HARD AGREE! MY GLORIOUS KING IS SO UNDERRATED!

Eh, like I already said, I don't really care. I doesn't bother me that much, this is how fandoms are and how they've always been.

See, this is what I meant when I said the lack of context confused me. Which notes are you talking about? Because it sounds like you're talking about a specific post. Anyway, I don't agree at all with what you're saying. Sang-woo isn't a toxic character; he was manipulative, but because he was forced to be. And Sangihun was never as popular as Inhun is, although it had every right to be.

Hard agree on Jung-bae. I don't know why he isn't more popular, idk what to tell you. Maybe his fans are less vocal and talk about him less than the fans of In-ho, for example. To be hones, I'm a Jung-bae fan and don't talk about him that much, so I'm guilty of this too.

Unfortunately, people tend to do that with attractive characters. They tend to justify him and excuse him too much, I find him an extremely interesting and well written character but I don't think what he's done is justifiable. I don't think he has much possibility for redemption either.

I don't agree. If you wanna hear my thoughts about this go read the meta in my top posts.

Omg I'm actually quite shocked too this ship isn't more popular! Especially since Gi-hun is shipped with every male character who even breathes in his direction. Jung-bae needs to be included into Gi-hun's harem as an honorary member!

Anyways, I hope I've answered everything in a satisfactory way for you anon ❤️ Even though I'm starting to suspect this ask wasn't meant to be sent to me 😅

[bones-mccoy-turned-me-bi]

Ok so last night I had a dream about startrek, it started during amok time pretty much going the same way except, T'pring didn't do the challenge they got married.

Only remember bits and pieces during this point but Kirk is heartbroken, he's not letting Spock know (duh) which isn't a problem because Spock is oblivious about Kirk's feelings for him.

I forgot to mention that Spock does have feelings for him and didn't want to marry T'pring but he was convinced that Kirk doesn't love him,whilst also doing this whole "It's Vulcan way" so he decided to just do it.

Anyways he went through Pon Farr with T'pring and ended up getting her pregnant

This is another point where memory doesn't like me, but anyway they have a son (his name was changing like every half a second but ima call him Telek since that's one of the only ones I remember)

ANYWAYS this child just sorta exists in the back of Kirk's mind for like 2-3 years till T'pring's work (I forget what she does but it's like similar circumstances to her being on the enterprise in snw) lines up with the enterprise, and she brought Telek with her.

So they meet the kid

Kirk is trying so hard rn but it's like that's Spock's child with the wife he didn't know he had so he's struggling.

Mccoy likes the kid and is doing a way better job of being normal towards him and T'pring ( whilst also comforting Kirk which I thought was really cute )

Anyways another time jump

T'pring dies.

This isn't even that much later cause Telek looked like 4.

I have no idea how she dies but she did, Spock is hurt but not like extremely?

Like he did care about her but he never really loved her and when they spoke it was really just him asking about Telek.

Anyways Kirk is like kinda happy about this but also very mad that he is happy about this because Spock's wife died and that's horrible so he's like trying to comfort Spock but it's kinda awkward because Kirk hated T'pring and they both know he hates her.

Anyways Kirk is like well he's not married anymore maybe nows my chance and Mccoy is like "She just died dude at least give the guy some time to grieve "

So Kirk does but like only for a month or so

and he's back to trying to court Spock, but Spock is still oblivious and thinks Kirk is just still trying to comfort him so it's not working that well. At some point Kirk decides fuck it I'll just tell him.

So Kirk invites Spock over for chess and partway through like thier second game ( gotta give him some time to work up the nerve) Kirk blurts it out.

And like at first Spock doesn't react so Kirk's like freaking out like "omg I just ruined our entire friendship " " why did I say that" " holy shit he hates me now doesn't he?? " all the while Spock is like fucking buffering because the guy he's been in love with for years just admitted loving him since like the first day they met and like ????? Holy shit?????.

Anyways Kirk started like apologizing to Spock which kinda snaps him out of his little trance and Spock is now the one freaking out cause he took to long to answer so he kinda panics and just like

leans over the chess board and like fuckin kisses him.

Anyways they're together (they also find out they are T'hy'la and it's really sweet)

And at some point ( not that much later come on its Spock and Kirk and they've been in love for years ) they get married and it's very sweet and they are both Telek's dads now and stuff and Mccoy is doing his whole " took you two long enough Jesus " but he's secretly stoked and not hiding it well.

Um anyways this is about were I woke up.

Its the most coherent dream (am I saying that right? ) I've ever had

Idk if you wanna make a fic about it please do and post the link when you reblog it cause I'm not gonna find it otherwise 👍

[connor6sex]

Lifesteal s6 day 1 report

So i watched a whole lotta lifesteal yesterday, and i continue to be watching a lifesteal stream as i write this. But Derapchu is wonderfully ignorable, so we persist. Here are the majority of my observations and thoughts on day 1. Some of my recollection may be wrong, please correct inconsistencies if you know more than i do. Intense Spoilers below (including mace spoilers)

So i began the day over an hour to launch, meowing up a storm in Pangi's chat. meow meow meow. Wonderful stuff. Once the server was closer to start and everyone else went live, i pulled up Princezam and Squiddo's streams. These were to be my main perspectives for the day. At one point i did end up watching 4 streams at once, and it was chaotic and i dont like watching more than 2 at once. I had a man on the inside[4 monitors with almost everyone's stream pulled up] to give me more news as it breaks.

The first death was Roshambo who died to dripstone i believe.

The initial team breakdown is as follows:

The Empire: This the group of assholes who preanounced their team, Minutetech, Mapicc, Spoke and Jepexx. Joined by surprise new member ChiefXD. This team began by rushing Mace and potions in order to kill people. They declared themselves the 'evil empire' and did some murderating. They got one of [the?] first kills on HannnahxxRose using dripstone. [or jumper? i think they both died early on to dripstone]

Blindfold Brothers: As the name suggests Manepear and Flamefrags decided that it would be them against the world. They briefly allied with another group against the empire, but they super betrayed and killed a bunch of people. Why my informant was surprised when they did that is beyond me. I thought it was obvious that these two would go on a murder spree.

The next team i actually dont know much about. Idk how stable and who's acutaslly in it: I think Woogie, Redd, Hannah, Leo, Kab and Clown [according to woogie's !team command]. Kab suspects that Clown is going to betray the rest of the group, which would be pretty Clownpierce of him. But CLown and Kab are tight. As a group of 6, they are officially the largest team on the server. They attempted to take down the Empire, and Mane and Flame even joined them temporarily to hunt the Empire.

The Pants Pals: 4CVIT Squiddo and MrCube6. Amazing team, fantastic. Also a member of this team: Eevee Trial Chamber Gay (tcg) the dog. This dog is the msot important thing on this server. Dont care about the mace anymore, only this dog matters. Yes this group is the one that got the the mace, but forget that. puppy. Squiddo, inspired by her dog buried the mace in a barrel that only she knows the location of.

Spacewaffles: Bacon and Planet are back babey! they built a nice tower together with tuff and copper, it looks great. They are neighbours with Zam and also Ash. Who also built houses near spawn.

Derap Wemmbu Ash: according to chat and also backed up by Derap when i asked, they are also Allied with Pangi & Spep. Derap & Terrain also have thier own alliance outside of the team. derap said a duo name that was long and weird, i think it was like glazed donut something duo. idk. derap's a freak. In pangi's chat, his !team command says Derap. Derap's pinned message does not say Pangi.

PrinceZam: is alone. on purpose! this time! He claims he could have friends but he doesn't want them! Zam's going solo and he's being a pacifist this season, or at least for as long as it lasts. He's not doing this for 'moral' reasons, but Zam also stated he didn't know that Morals are subjective. So, uh. take that as you will.

PE: Pentar Ecorridor. Clever name, said no one. idk what they're up to. Pentar killed Zam on Bacon's request. that was Zam's first death.

The Sticklers: Jumper & Ro. idk anything about what they've done. I just noticed Jumper was live, so i asked her team in chat. Jumper is down to 6 hearts after Clown killed her twice in succession. idk about the other deaths.

other people: idk. SB737 has not logged on yet. Whether he is on vacation until monday or as some chatters said he died in hospital after being run over by a truck. Who can say which one is true. Jaron i think also hasn't logged on. idk what anyone else is up to.

heart recipe: 4 netherite, 4 nautilus shells 1 ominous key

Now thats the stuff that i might actually reference some day. but like. idk man.

Some other things: Wemmbu was stuck in a hole for a while. Zam and Mapicc were discussing how long he would stay there complaining and how long until he just logs off. At one point Pentar was willing to go rescue him, but Mapicc killed him before Wemmbu could be helped to preserver the important Wemmbu Research being done. Later Wemmbu was killed by Spoke and the whole world rejoiced as Wemmbu was freed from Cave civilisation.

No one likes the Empire. idk if the Empire even likes the Empire likes the Empire. Jepexx [tried? accidentally?] nearly teamkilled at multiple points. Idk if this team will last. they were being called Frat bros by other people, and made enemies of everyone. I think MoralTech might also be having second thoughts about being evil.

No one knows where the Mace is. the Pants Pals, (which until they named themselves that i was referring to them as 4squid6 as that's the best way to combine their names.) got the mace quietly after Sqiuddo's mad rng role of getting the heavy core on the first ominous key. After that Squiddo went and hid the mace, her own team does not know where it is. Clown later claimed to have the mace, and no one can technically verify he doesn't. but everyone suspects their enemies of having it. and no one knows for sure. Very fun for someone who's known who has the mace the whole time. I've been in chat saying that I have it, or freddy fazbear has it. It's important to spread misinformation in times like these. Remember, unverified guesses may count as streamsniping at mod's discretion. If you are saying random names have the mace, make sure that its people who aren't real or at least not on Lifesteal this season or haven't logged on. Does SB have the mace? Have they asked him? Have we proved SB doesn't have it? I think SB might have it. :shrug:

[shutupheathersorryheatherr]

"You don't know my name, do you? Will you ever?"

Summery: beomgyu keeps his promises--he walks you from and sometimes to work, hangs out there with you. its all very comfortable and usual for the both of you. he even orders the same thing every time he comes in: your wonderful hot chocolate you make him. noting is new, its all been done before a thousand times between the two of you. why? you and Beomgyu have been friends for ever. that's great. You and him have also become a sort of... intertwined. more than just being together; youve grown together. also great. but what happens when you do something out of the ordinary? or rather, maybe the two of you stop keeping your promises and let the feelings youve pushed down so hard you feel like youre about to combust bubble up? also great.

a/n: long hair gyuuuuuu based on 'you don’t know my name'!!!!! its one of my favorite (if not my singular favorite) song by her. and besides... come on y'all, its beomgyu so I had to lol. yerin and I talked about this during he 300 subs special (even though SHE doesn't seem to remember it lmao) so here I am holding up my end of the deal and making my fic based on this song. if you liked it please leave some love such as commenting and or reblogging!

warnings/info: slow burn I guess, kissing, reader and Beomgyu go to a party, mentions of people fucking, Beomgyu gets in an extremely heated argument with a complete stranger at said party, I feel like I ranted a bit too much with the fic, a little poem-ish at times I think, reader and gyu are scared to go into uncharted territory with thier friendship, lots and lots and lots of talk of reader and beomgyu needing to control themselves around each other, cursing, beomgyu being sweet and them slow dancing cause that's a warning in itself, one joke about beomgyu and reader fucking? idk its not said explicitly tho this was way too self indulgent I apologize, friends to lovers, reader is gn.

~this is simply a piece of fiction. my imagination onto "paper." this is in now way meant to be taken as an actual or real representation of anyone~

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A sharp, wind chime sounding ping makes you spring out of your thoughts to look at the door. Your smile. Huh right on the dot. Your eyes are met with the handsome fetures of your most frequent customer: beomgyu. Hair touching the nape of his neck and eyes bright as ever despite the mugginess outside. though its not all bad-- it makes him remember how one time last winter on your usual walk-from-your-work-with-him, he had stood behind you and wrapped you in his coat, bringing you flush with his clothed chest. it was oversized on him and noting, he thinks, could have prepared him for how you melted into him.

you noticed his wandering eyes and raise you voice to snap him out of it.

“why do you look like that?” you ask. it’s slow at work right now and you say that because you don’t want him to notice your heart pounding. You know if you don’t distract him he’ll do so. He pays enough attention and knows you all too well to hide it. “oh I dunno I just went for a run. No! It’s because it’s raining buckets out there!” “Yeah YOU running? That didn’t sound right” his mouth hangs open a little "um excuse you." he puffs his chest out. "I-I run." the way he's shaking his head while speaking gives him away if you already didn't know him so well. maybe a little too well. but, you tried not to think about that too much. how you

“I’ll have the hot chocolate” he says, although you know what would fall out of his lips just the Same as last time, and the time before that. And many roles before. You know how he likes it (extra sweet. “Just like you” he says. Before you squeeze you nose) but seriously you don’t think you’ve ever known someone who liked such a sugary thing. It nearly tasting like straight candy

“not many people order hot chocolate in the summer. You sure you want that?” “Yeah, it’s a comforting drink ya know.” Something he always used to drink as a kid. Before he met you. Before he didn’t have to watch what he said around someone like you because of half giddy and half eyes to the floor bashfulness he’ll feel if he slips up and gets a little too flirty. Says something a little too strong to you. Not that you’d mind. No, not at all. But he doesn’t need to know you feel that way.

"Yeah but with everything?" you ask, still making it but wondering anyways. He leans further in, putting his hands on the table. "How come you're just asking me this now? we've been doing this for such a long time and now is when it pops into your mind that it's weird to have it with breakfast, lunch, and dinner?" you roll your eyes at him. but really, you weren't annoyed at all. the truth was you awaited the never-the-same times he'd come in and order that same, warm and comforting drink. (it depend on his classes, and or what he had to do inbetween) It had gotten on the point where one of the other workers there would tap your shoulder and let you know that he was there when you didn't notice.

"your guy is here." one of the workers there would tell you. In a moment of weakness, beomgyu would pop into your mind and your eyes would go wide as you looked for him. "he's not my guy." you'd try and cover your tracks but with the knowing smile on your work friends face as they walked away, you knew it wasn't any use.

"we've been doing this forever." his words rung in your ears. he was right. you had been. you'd both been seeing each other so much and resisting the bubbling urge to kiss the shit out of each other. You'd been inching dangerously close to him, but never as close as you really wanted and craved, the warmth of his heart ghosting your skin... forever. he'd been avoiding your gaze-- the one that made him feel like all the four seasons were swirling up inside him and somehow all their wonder landing in you, seeping out in all the little things you did... forever. To be honestly, neither of you knew how long you could keep this up.

but here you are, thinking of and loving noting more than seeing his eyes fill with excitement as you hand him the mug. he cups it with both his hands even though it isn't cold inside so it wasn't like he needed to warm his hands. "You know, you should just keep your own mug here." you comment. he looks up at you, about to take a sip and obviously not very happy you interrupted his almost-bliss. though, in his mind, it wasn't that different-- no, it could not compare to the feeling he got around you. "Or maybe I should just bring one with me." he jokes, lips pursing to blow the steam off the surface of the delicious smelling drink. "Yeah," you nod, "and bring a plate while you're at it-- you know what," you lean on the counter in front of him, knuckles going under your chin and fingertips folded enough to touch the beginning of your palm. And he'd rather not look at you through the fog emanating from the porcelain mug so he puts it down, leaning in for dramatic effect. "Better yet, take it with you when you leave so I don't have to wash it!" you eyes go wide and you throw your hands up like you just had the best idea of the century-- better than sliced bread.

he puts a hand to his chest, leans back with his mouth hung wide open, and then gets up with his hands to his head pulling at his hair like he just had an epiphany. you laugh freely as he walks around in a circle. once he's back at the counter he slams his hands down on the edge of it and looks all serious. "You've got it, y/n! this is gonna make history!" he exclaims. You take a bow just for kicks and when you come back up his expression has suddenly changed. its gone much... softer, a smile is tugging at his lips and he can't help it but to let it free once he sees your smiling face again... smiling because of him, too. because of the joy you two make together. its unmatched, really. His fingertips feel flushed like his face, and aren't holding on so tightly to the cold metal edge of the counter. he's leaning in now, for what reason he doesn't really know. damn, he wants and fucking needs to be closer to you. he feels it in his core.

Then, he makes the mistake of looking into your eyes and in an instant you send him on a whirlwind. usually he distracts himself and looks at something else but he just couldn't bring himself to this time. He wants to set up an easel and capture your entire expression right here but your eyes... your eyes he's sure made his plan he's trying to stick to of not getting caught in your gaze. or, better yet, not getting caught gazing at you. but, for someone he knows so well and for so long, it wasn't easy. because, every time you speak, every time he looks at you, every time he even thinks of you, his mind starts to cloud with all the goodness he sees inside you. every inch of your mind he knows and all the other filled up spaced he wants to adventure into.

How could he stop his mind from getting tied up in the wonder of a human that was you? He sure couldn't, and nobody in their right mind would be able to. He snaps himself out of his thinking before you can think to do it yourself. Lord knows if you caught him spacing out at a time like this you'd give him one of your infamous smacks on the ears and he'd shriek so loud out of surprise people outside would hear him. "You're making me waste valuable time on drinking this." he chuckled, holding a finger up to you to signal: one minute, as he takes a few big gulps. he puts the cup down and leans back.

"one of your best, y/n." he complements.

you raise an eyebrow. "Oh? so there's a hierarchy and competition for best of y/ns hot chocolate now? if I would've known I would've made it look all cute." you said, getting back to work behind the counter. the place was pretty dead at the moment but there was still a few things needing tone done. "Come to think of it, I should deduct points for not putting a cinnamon heart on the surface." he wonders aloud. "Oh so just a heart would suffice? noting else?" you ask him. "well why not?" he nearly giggles, "Thought you loved me." You simply smile and roll your eyes at him, not really having the opurtunity to have any type of conversation like that here. although you wanted to. and it didn't really have to go the way you intended it. but if he-- or the both of you for that matter, were gonna go there, then you might as well and a full on sit down talk about it. again not that you didn't want to at all-- in fact, you'd thought about how it'd go down plenty more times then truly necessary. And what better place to have it in than where you two had met?

maybe it was just you making excuses for yourself; for putting it off just one more day. one more week. one more month. or basically one more eternity of longing stares and cut of sentences where, you wanna say more but ultimately fail to. the conversation now seemingly over, he shrugs and finishes his drink.

He stays and orders another extra extra sweet, practically caffeinated, slap you in the face to jolt you into operating at top speed crack drink that was his or your signature hot chocolate. this is a habit of his-- one he'd likely have to break soon if this floating feeling of his keeps up and un-in check. but a habit the both of you cherish-- where he comes in and stays until you have to leave. most of the time you don't even get to talk much. but the comfort that comes right along with your presence around each other makes up for it. thats another habit with the two of you: just being in the same room and doing different things. it was pure comfort just being around each other. maybe looking over and smiling at the other or striking up a conversation that could last a minute or the rest of time he was there or in other situations, the rest of time you'd were together-- however long you both wanted it, really. and it was never awkward, either. the silence never aching.

that's how it was when you first started walking back to your respective places after your shift. another habit of his, one you hope, along with the others, would never die. him staying for a while, talking a bit... or a lot with you, then walking together. usually it was him walking you home but others it'd just be whatever you two wanted that day. His hands are shoved in the pockets of his acid washed jeans when you look over at him.

"Did you grow or something?" you question.

"maybe you shrunk, hm?" he countered.

you narrowed your eyes at him. he turns to you and does the same. "Very adult of you." You scoff. "You started--" then, realizing that continuing to say was he was going to wasn't going to help his case in the slightest. It barely falls silent for a second before he, in a moment of either weakness or some extreme courage he doesnt know, he slows down a little, gently puts his hands onto your waist, finger finding place scrunched in your shirt, and stills you. though, with the rapid beating of your heart you didn't need any help to do so. He gently moves you to the inside of the sidewalk. he doesn't know why. it's kinda stupid really. he doesn't even have a reason expect that's how you two are usually walking. but it isn't ever really intentional. Usually he just gets out the door of the diner first and you follow soon after. but he liked it that way. it felt warm and comfortable.

he clears his throat. "So, you were saying?" you look back up at him, not too stunned to speak or anything just....thinking. time still in its frozen capsule like it was a moment ago with his hands on your waist. "I feel like you've grown." you say simply, verbally shrugging. he takes a look at his own arms as if that would give him an idea as to what you're talking about. "I know you haven't but," you sigh, unsure of where you're even going with this, "I dunno you seem different." the both of you are still facing forward, not having looked at each other since a minute ago. "Is that a good thing or a bed thing?" You smile. "good. definitely good." "that's good that it's good." he laughs.

"oh piss off!" You chuckle at him, shaking you head. a second later you don't hear his steps anymore and turn around to see him saying "gladly." and start to walk in the other direction. You yell at him to get his ass back here and he turns on his heel, trotting back to you with a smile on his face, eyes hidden by his hair as he looks down. "But yeah," you say once he's back to walking beside you, "You've defiantly grown. not in height, but how you are as a person now." he hums. "I guess I can see that. you have too, you know?" you quirk and eyebrow.

"like--" he takes a breath, "You've grown... not like you act completely different now, but you've just--" you get what he's trying to say. "Blossomed?" He nods, but before he can start talking again you're already opening your mouth. "So have you. Not like you weren't someone I wanted to spend a lot of time with when were first met but you've grown into this person who-who has so much depth to them. like sure, you look a little different and youve changed your hair countless times, but I think you've bloomed in a way. And I love that you have; that you've made yourself out to be who you are right now." he purses his lips together.

"hey, it's not all me, ya know? Ive only been able to grow the way you said I have because I've got you by my side. actually, no, more than that, I've got you coaching me and trying to help. And have you taken a look In the mirror? its not just me that's grown internally since we've both met. I feel like... You're more you know than you were before. or at least not as afraid to show who you are." "that's cause I have you cheering me on, beom." he smiles at the nickname, something you've had for him forever. just like how you've been learning each other inside and out forever. But he also smiles at himself. he was your personal hype man, as you'd say, wasn't he? "And im really proud of you for flourishing like you have." he says. "Im proud of us." you counter, "for both becoming more than we were before."

all that was missing was two glasses to toast. "Yeah, and we're achieving that together, too. we have been forever. and I know that's why its unfolding so beautifully-- it takes the two of us to pull something so great off like that." you try not to get all fluttery inside by the prospect of him thinking that you're "great." cause there isn't much to it, really. plain and simple. he thinks you're great... or the journey youve taken with him so far is great or whatever... it should stop there for you. but that's the thing: with him, it never does.

It kinda hits the both of you right in the face at that moment. and you realize all you need to know about how the other person feels the same way when your caught looking at each other and saying more or less the same thing of: "wow, I think our lives are intwined now and I love that."

as the minutes go on, you both talk about some of the ways youve seen this with each other-- growing internally as youve both said. You bring up something, then him, it goes on like this until you both have a realization. "...But seriously, though." you cause, "Im glad that we're like this." "Im happy we can be like this too. and to be honest, I don't just want to be a better person, I wanna be a better person with you." he quickly cocks his head to the side, almost like he was punctuating his sentence. "I was just about to say that! I like growing with you. it's amazing. and you make me want to be better. not in a competitive way though. I just wanna move along with life with you next to me."

He puts a hand to his chest, hopping it would distract him from how fast his heart was beating. It had the opposite affect, though, drawing his attention to it under his palm. "Im glad youve been in my life for so long." he says, wondering jut how far he was going to take all this confessing how wonderful it was to have you by his side. wouldn't this make more of an impact on he both of you than just making you smile? or was he making it more than it was? he probably was to be honest; friends tell each other how much they value each other all the time. just... probably the ones who's heart feels like its about to lift him up and fly him away to the moon, stay away from it.

"And I am glad we're in each others lives to often that we can brighten each others days whenever the other needs it." he nods in agreement, not trusting himself to talk more because he'll surely say all that he thinks of you... and us. the rest of the walk is spent back in the comfortable, fireplace like silence like the first couple minutes of it. Once you get to your front door and your back is turned, he draws in a breath. "It is wonderful to have you in my life, y/n. I don't think you can understand how great it is and how much I love it." you're about to swing open your door but you turn around to look in the eye. "Me too. I love how it feels to have you by my side." you really wish you had something more to say but it seems like its enough for him. cause a second later and he's nearly skipping away from your door. You shake you head at him and go inside.

He scratches the back of his neck, thinking entirely too much about what you had said to him. There was a thousand ways you could have meant hit but for some reason he only wanted to think of it as one. the one where you actually secretly wanted to kiss him every time you hugged goodbye. One where you'd invite him into your place for hot chocolate and he'd stay, and long, long while; only really going back to his home for clothes cause fuck, if he had you like that he wouldn't dream of letting you go or leaving you for as long as he could.

God, It was almost uncanny how, you knew what to call him, but his name? that was something else entirely it felt like now.HIs own name had come to be you. that was how much you were written on his heart; written like law on stone. so engraved in his mind that he felt like you were with him all his life... except with this it was more like someone who knew him his entire life but suddenly stoped paying attention for a very important mile marker, then suddenly started up paying attention again, completely glossing over something that was so important to him. Like his name: but now youve replaced it with your own an the wasn't mad about it. and you didn't know, did you? would you ever know his name?

and, in the middle of all his swirling like a hurricane that brought peace instead of distruction, he wondered if you were ever feeling the same thing. did you think of him the way he thought of you?

He knew everything about you, as did you, he, you thought as you slipped off your shoes at the door. But you figured that, since friends need to be honest as much as they can, that wasn't entirely true. cute there was this one, not so small thing youve never shared with him. something that was such a big part of you it might as well be your name. The way you felt when he was near, when you thought of him, fuck, even when someone mentioned him. at this point, him-- and feeling this was about him was such a bug thing that it had become a part of you. he had become a part of you. and just like a name it was something you wanted and needed to tell the whole world. including him.

but there was the problem, you couldn't just scream it out for everyone to hear. that's why youve been waiting. Even though it was takin g a long time for him to figure out that big giant part of you that thad become as second nature as a name. Beomgyu was smart, but apparently he was stupid when it came to this. but seriously, with all the slip ups youve been having recently, you're starting to wonder if he's deliberately not understanding you and your feelings. Like is he that dense or does he just not want you?

You shoot him a message none the less; telling him to text when he got home unless you'll start to worry.

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The next time you talk was on the phone on your way to work. He likes to walk you there, too. but today just happened to be one of those days where it couldn't happen. But you missed his presence on the street that reminded you of the talk you had yesterday so the next best thing was to call him. "Hey, it's the server from the diner." You say. "yeah, I know." It was a throwback to when he'd given his number to the place so he could get a free delivery. Though he was hoping you'd pick up on it and call him. and you did. you were the one who had to call to let him know his order had arrived and was currently getting cold outside his door. you had ended the call with him apologizing profusely.

One thing lead to another and you made a follow up call on how the food tasted. you heard him smiling from the other end of the phone as he says, "great as always." You barely thought he would even pick up so you didn't know what to say after that. "especially the hot chocolate." he aded then. And now you're the one smiling uncontrollably. After a few minutes on the phone that day your heart is leaping with excitement. so the next time he comes in, you talk with each other more freely. and now you had his number so when he doesn't come in for a few days you remembered mustering up the courage to text him. "I really wanted to come over there. hot chocolate would probably help cure whatever I have." you felt stupid. duh of course he was just sick, why were you so worried?

within the hour, hot chocolate was delivered to his door free of cost.

and that's when the friendship began; with him texting you an entire paragraph just to say thanks for the gesture and you two talking back and forth, heart seemingly on the edge of its seat, about hot chocolate and hot drinks in general.

"You know... our manager is always telling us to use water," you repeat now what you said all that time ago, "But I always use milk and cream for you." He's snapped back to the present, with you on the other end of the phone, wind whipping in the mic. "aww you really do care, don't cha?" he laughs, smug smile gracing his lips.he can practically hear you roll your eyes from the other end of the phone. "your welcome." you drawled. "I sincerely thank you for your sacrifice of cream and milk." he said, and it sounds like a joke, but still he's smiling in gratitude none the less. youre about to joke about how he needs to repay you... somehow. but he beats you to it. though... with the way he starts off, it doesn't sound like fully a joke. but just enough of one where he knows you'll listen.

"And as a formal expression of my forever debt to you, I invite you to attend a party with me." You figured you'd play along, his tone not serious enough for you to spend the brain power to actually think of an answer. "yeah, sure, Beom." It was about as real to you as the both of you staying completely quiet during a movie so you played along. at least, you thought you were playing. beomgyu puts his speaker of his phone up to his mouth, nearly making your ears bleed as he yells into it: "no take backs!" then promptly hangs up.

you roll your eyes at him, a little concerned for future you and him but cracking up none the less. The surprised expression on your face when he comes by later to quote "take the both of you shopping for the party the next day." was so priceless he wished he had whipped out his phone quick enough. "I keep my promises." he reminds you as he sits down at his usual bar stool. And he sure does, like the one he's been keeping, weighing on his heart for so long he feels like its going to crack it n a million pieces impossible to pick up, about just how much he feels for you. he made that promise to you to stick by you as friends for as long as you'd have him there long enough to be forgotten. but now him. he remembers it like it was yesterday and he intends to keep his word, especially to you. who knows which way it would take you if he didn't. and the last thing he needs is for you two to be torn apart.

he slumps on the counter and gives you puppy dog eyes. you sigh "No one told me you were serious. that was coercion; I did not understand the phrasing of the question, therefore--" oh, you wanted court of law? he'd give you court of law. "uh uh" he wriggles his finger in your face. "was this under a false pretense? maybe. but did that initially give you the right to call back and or ask further questions? yes. so for that reason youre guilty!" he slams an imaginary gavel down on the white counter. you turn around to take a breath. he kicks his feat. "come on, y/n! I think it'll be fun. and if not then we'll leave right away and go to my place to watch tv. and we'll get a cute outfit out of it either way!" you think about it for a moment. "I need deodorant anyways!"

well it is important not to have a stench.....

he can tell youre thinking about it and he perks up at the sight of your wheels turning behind your eyes. it was one of this favorite things-- watching you think, weigh your options and all. It wasn't like you completely didn't want to go. there was a part of you, one that was soon going to get bigger youre sure. but a part of you right now none the less. so what was stopping you? you wanted to be close to him. you loved being close to him and that meant doing things together. but in an environment like this.... it might pose a problem to lips kept tightly shut and secrets you held behind your back.

You take one last look at him, and if it's a regular response between friends or in a slip up you don't know, but you agree. he nearly jumps up out of his seat in celebration. Why did he suggest this? who knows. was this a good idea? who. the fuck. knows. maybe because he wanted to do something with you. but it was probably something more than that it the back of his mind that made him call you and ask. but he knows full well what almost happened the last time you two went to a party together. a bunch of "aww youre so cute together!" made it seem all a little too real after a while and as the night went on with him eventually stopping himself from telling the truth to these people and him getting seemingly eaten from the inside when he stopped just reviling in the fantasy and remembered that no, youre not together. The night ended somehow with you two coming dangerously close to kissing.

maybe he really just wanted to spend time with you; a sort of do-over. he could control himself this time. or maybe that's what it was... he wanted to test the waters again-- challenge himself and see if he really could have self control. or maybe, just maybe, in the back of his mind he wanted to test the waters another way. maybe he wanted to know if it'd happen again. of course he wouldn't do anything about it; he wanted to keep his promise to you but something felt like it was knocking at the back of his mind.

once your shift is done, he's got a spring in his step as he opens the door for the both of you and bouncing on his heels with a smile on his face telling you to hurry up. and no, you don't just go shopping for deodorant... but instead spend two full hours shopping around. two full hours that consisted of trying on clothes and the both of you having to bite your tongues. because fucking hell, why'd he have to have such a good style? you perk up as he steps out the dressing room for the third time, already preparing yourself for you heart seemingly about to beat out of your chest. "what do you think?" "I think..." his face sinks.... "oh--" he pouts, "no no! it looks great! its just, its white."

he quirks and eyebrow at you. "I have eyes, ya know? I did pick it out." he reminds you, nose and mouth scrunching up in that classic Beomgyu disgusted face. "spillage." you simply say. his eyebrows got up into his hairline. "youre right." the next out fit he comes out with, a little more spillage proof, is what he decides on. he takes another look in the mirror, sighing. "you really think it looks good?" he questions. "I have eyes, ya know?" you echo him. he spins around into the dressing room, away from you as quickly as possible so you didn't have to see the smile on his face and the rosy tint to his cheeks.

When it comes to you and picking out your outfits, while youre walking ahead of him to the dressing rooms, he closes his eyes, leaning his head against the wall so he can think for a moment. or... more stop himself form thinking so much than anything. he knows what he's getting himself into. but How you reacted each time he'd first appear out the dressing rooms door with that wistful glassy look in your eyes, almost like you yourself were trying to stop your gears turning.... Times like that gave him hope that maybe yeah, you felt the same way about him as he did you. because just for a short moment he saw the same look in his eyes that they had on him now; trying so hard to stop thinking about you. you, you, you, you.

"I think a round of applause is in order!" you say.-- twenty minutes in. twenty minutes of him bouncing his leg. twenty minutes of you hiding the way his complements make you feel. twenty minutes of the second you shut the door behind you him screaming internally into his palms and twenty minutes of you doing the same. he smiles at you when you come out. "I know. we have good taste." his cheeks seem to be nearly kissing at his lashes as he smiles and he's driving you crazy. "We do, don't we?" you take another look in the mirror.

"You really think it's--" Youre starting to stress over if the outfit really is worth the buy. you like it a lot. but now youre starting to wonder if its a little too little here or too much there and-- "I have eyes, don't I?" he repeats, you turn around and lock eyes with him for just a second too long not to do anything to the both of your heart rates.

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fast forward to the next night and youre swinging your door open to see him turned the other way. he spins around as soon as he hears the door. You press your lips together and he unconsciously mimics you. "you look really beautiful!" he beams. he's just being your personal hype man as always, and youre not afraid to say that you love it. "Aw you look really beautiful too."

the words slipped past both of your lips like water through fingers. though, unlike water, the words were thick, with feelings long left in the dark hiding behind them. "Oh? so just beautiful? not really--" You step out toward him, closing the door behind you, making you step just a little bit too close to him than usual. "really really beautiful." you clarified. and this time, he doesn't move his head. "thank you." he whispers, voice softer than his hair. and the both of you are unable to move from your doorstep-- frozen in time and space, with the only thing moving being your rapid heart beats and rising chests.

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he looks at you beside him and can feel your gears turning inside your head, a sight he so badly wants to get lost in but knows he can't. realizing it'd be bad enough with the gorgeous outfit you were wearing and how he was sure at least someone was going to try and hit on you... he'd rather not start getting himself tangled with you now. but he can't seem to move his neck any other way than craned to his left to look at you.

its was just.... as much as he wants an needs to kiss you so badly.... your so Important to him, he thinks as he lags behind a bit, watching you walk ahead. and your friendship is so important to him that they never want to break it, even if that meant shutting his mouth and staying further away, cause in the end that's really what he wanted: to be and stay friends with you. the reason he stayed never has been and never will be just about what he felt for you. your friendship will always be the most important thing to him and heeds never want to jeopardize that and loose you. he'd rather your friendship stay strong than anything.

Your turn around, beckoning him to come closer. he skips to you, so happy you don't know what to do with yourself. "You know--" "no, I don't. I was hoping you'd tell me." you scoff. "I was going to say that im glad you invited me. Im ready to go be extroverts together now and experience all the bad smells and all the loud noises a party has to offer." he laughs, but he knows youre half serious. and he's fully serious when he says he's happy you came.

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the noise thumps in your ears, nearing making them ring. the lights are dimmer than you thought needed but it-- along with noise and people constantly bumping into each other, sufficed in making the atmosphere very party-like. cause well, it was a party after all. He follows you, both trying to scout out where the kitchen was. you'd planned to stick together, tighter than you did last time, tighter than when the both of you were bombarded with people asking you about each other, and stick together you did.

even when you two went upstairs, trying to find the bathroom, and stumbled upon a couple people fucking and practically biting each others faces off in the room you thought was the bathroom. Beomgyu shuts the door immediately, any longer and you'd both be traumatized. "get your own room!" you hear from behind the heavy door." He looks at you and you back at him before bursting into laughter. "I mean, did you want to orrrr?" you phrase it as a joke, and though he thinks he hears something in the back of your tone, he only rolls his eyes at you. though his brows go up higher than youve ever seen.

The second he's done in the bathroom you lead in downstairs to where the music was the loudest. "I heard it too." he pants, "I was trying to hurry up." you really couldn't believe they were playing this here. it was almost too perfect, you thought. with his body so close to yours, dancing and enjoying the song you both liked. And suddenly, it didn't feel like you were in a crowded room. and for a moment all you could see, and feel, and smell, was him. him and his fingers now reaching for yours, spinning you around, laughing without a care in the world. like it didnt matter that your heart was about to beat out of your chest, making you float on the floor you were dancing on.

Everyone else-- the entire room was blurred. It was just you, and him. him, and you. just as it should be. this didn't happen all the time-- rather, you didn't let it happen all the time. but when it did... you swore youve never felt anything so natural. so--so right and beautiful. You smile and ease him into a dip, now youre both laughing. when he comes up, somehow both his hands ended up in yours and now he's pulled flush against your body. he feels like you both are taking up so much and too little space at the same time--like the whole floor is yours and yours only. he swallows thickly, neither of you making a move to step away. you know it sounds stupid but for a second you can feel as life your hearts are beating as one. and for a seance he feels like maybe this is really real. that it won't end any second and that he isn't having another day dream about slow dancing with you in one of your living rooms; all comfy and--

"I have to go get some water." you say so low that only he hears over the music. you really shouldnt let it goony further than this. at least not here. and as much as you wanted to keep ignoring everyone around you cause with him, were they even there in the first place? you knew you shouldn't, couldn't keep it up for much longer cause being this close to him only made you wanna kiss the shit out of him. "y-youre not--" you look at the next to no gap between you still, hands still closes around each others tightly. you blink to free yourself from the perfect daze youre caught in. the song was barely even slow enough to slow dance to. what you you doing? "moving? I know." and before he could even ask if you to stay longer, youre already pushing yourself off his chest and out of his grasp.

"You sure you don't want me to just go with you?" he nearly stumbles after you. "beom, its just for a second." You whip around to face him, arms crossed defensibly. "but a lot can happen in a second." yeah, I can see that, you say to yourself, thinking about just a moment before where dancing to a song you both liked turned quickly into something that was going to make you stumble. beom, the name echoed in his mind over and over until it flowed into his heart where all the other times youve laughed or called him by that nickname laid. "listen I know youre just trying to uphold our agreement, but seriously, im fine."

he knows he's probably being too worried for you, but he just can't. epically after you'd done that. with your hands clasping his against his chest. god, he never wanted it to end. little did he know neither did you. you did actually need water, being so close to him like that had a track record of making your throat go dry and fingers go numb. it also had a track record of making you get lost in his glazed over eyes. you find a cup and rinse in out before anything cause who knew where its been. a moment later youre about to refill your cup when you hear the unmistakable sound of Beomgyus shriek. followed by someone yelling at him.

oh god what did he get himself into now?

You run to where you last saw him and, finding him not there you rush to where you saw a few people gathered by the stairs. those people who were now making way for beomgyu flying down them. someone hot with anger and hot on his tale. Your brows furrowed as he zooms past you. "im sorry!" you hear him say, "I probably shouldn't have gotten involved but it looked like a pretty heated argument!" oh god? that was what this was about? "Yah!" the person yells behind him. "that's why you shouldve stayed out of it!" then and Beomgyu are both on opposite ends of the sofa, both waiting for the other to make a move. when the person inches right, beomgyu tips to the left. when beomgyu goes the other way, the person follows his movements.

two of the three people move off the sofa to get out the way. god, he really was fucked, wasn't he? you didn't know what to do, really. you left for five minutes and here he was getting screamed profanities at by some random person. You wanted to help, but as beomgyu brings up to the person how the person they were talking with looked hurt, and how they themself looked hurt as well, you leaned against the door frame and just watched.

it was another one of these situations, huh? they didn't look mad enough to really do much of a number on him anyways, and youd step in to stop them any minute now if beomgyu doesn't leave the argument first. And step in a minute later after beomgyu and the person going back and forth tore you apart from the inside out to one, see him so worried like this, and two, hearing them yell next to you with the loud ass music was starting to make your ears bleed you didn't need to do after all. Beomgyu was backing up with his hands in front of him defensively. it didn't feel like you needed to collect him or keep him out of trouble or anything cause he was intentionally trying to start a fight, but you could tell no one was going to get anywhere with this. or at least beomgyu wasn't going to get what he was looking for from the person. So you figured it best to tell it that you two should leave. you grab him by the shoulders and lead him out the door. you were kinda done with the party anyways, having been there quite enough time already.

"im sorry! I ruined our night, didn't I?" he begs. "but they were saying some pretty shitty things about someone and it looked like it was about to turn physical." he practically pleads with you as the night air nips at whatever wasn't covered on you. you stay silent the whole way back to you place. "What have I told you?" you tell more than ask sternly once he's plopped down on his sofa. he hands his head low. "Not to get in the middle of other peoples problems..." he echoes what you say every time something like this happens-- he thinks he can be be everyones knight In shinning armor, protecter and helper to all by getting himself involved. it usually doesn't have such... strong repercussions. most of the time its when he hers whispers of someone talking about their troubles with someone else and he tries to console them. which is fine on its own, but then comes the part where he's getting all caught up in it and he's getting hurt along with them.

and as much as you are shaking your head and rolling your eyes at the situation he got himself into... you purse your lips and try not to catch his eyes from across the sofa. you lean back. "But im not surprised. And it's not because you never learn or that youre stupid or anything, ok? so don't even go there. but that's just who you are, how youve always been since I met you-- caring so much for people, even people you don't know that you'll end up like this trying to help them sometimes. that's one of the things about you that haven't changed one bit since I've met you." he inches closer as if you hear you better, legs folded criss cross on the cushions and hands on his knees.

"don't make me out to be such a hero." he shakes his head. and this time you move a little closer. "Not saying you are just," you pause, knowing what you want to say but wondering if this really was the right time for it. It felt right in your bones and besides when were you going to get another chance like this one? when just a bit ago his hands fit perfectly in yours and you could feel his raging heartbeat under your palms? It was now or never, right? but really, you werent too sure you'd be able to stop yourself now. you might've been in too deep, but with him, never over your head. "just, youre the kindest person ive ever met. n' I just worry you'll get hurt more than youve already gotten in the past-- like youve gotten in the past when you get invested like this."

youre breathing all heavy for some reason, and he's getting that same glassy look in his eyes as earlier in the night. it reminds you of a sugar honey glaze on sweet fruit or a dessert and you can't help but stare int them. "glad to see you care." he shrugs. only his lips move thankfully just in your field of vision, eyes staying locked on yours. "I thought you knew I did. he's unconsciously leaning forward to you, his body following the magnetic pull that was you. though he's only following what seemed natural. "Thought you knew that I did?" you put your face in your palm, elbow balanced on your knee. "Yeah, but..." he trails off, the both of you now impossibly close.

and closer, and closer, and closer until your lips join in a searing kiss. you both sigh in relief into it, having waited so, so long. now your heart was really beating out of your chest, your fingertips no longer numb but boiling with feeling. his hands go from his knees to your hands, grasping them firmly, but gently just like you did to him at the party. he felt like he was floating, like he was suddenly sitting on a cloud and wasn't afraid of falling. god, he's wanted this for so long; for fucking ever. how could he stop now? you pull apart, and now youre thinking how in the world you felt out this long. ".... now the way I want you to." he continues, "not the way I do." you smile, leaning in again to kiss him. it was meant to be a quick peck, but instead it turned into you leaning your body into his and his hands on your arms, running up and down them, making you sink further into him and the seat in warmth.

Now, for a second time, you pull away. "Does that help answering how much I care?" he's smiling like a mad man at your words. "so I guess I didn't ruin our night?" he says, more to get his Brian working properly more than anything. "The opposite. I wanted to leave with you anyways." and now he's nearly jumping out of his seat to to do a little happy dance. he couldnt help it, though. especially when you were pulling him back in by his shirt balls dup in your fist and smashing your lips together.

when you pull apart though, instead of smiling in each others faces, the both of you shoot up. oh god... oh god! what did you just do? it wasn't suppose to go like this, he thinks as you rush to put your shoes on at the door. No words were exchanged between the two of you, though. except: "Hey... I--" "no no!" you say a little too loudly, "no, its fine. we don't ever need to speak of this again, sound good?" his lips form a line at your words. he shoots you a thumbs up. "...yeah." it wasn't what he wanted, that's of for user. but what other choice did he have? didn't look like you were ready for it to happen, so my default, now he wasn't either.

it wasn't like you two avoided each other at all costs in the week after the incident. no, not at all. you were friends above anything and everything, and such close friends that being like that to each other would've killed the both of you. and it wasnt like you were mad at each other... but now the silence on your walks together felt.... uncomfortable; unnatural and weird. like you needed to fill it with pointless talking to distract you from how there was this... air in the midst of you two-- like you knew what the other wanted, craved and needed but were too scared to do something about it.

that's why he knew he had to do something about it. so here he was, barging into the diner you worked past closing time. You quickly run to the door to unlock it for him. not like you were doing anything better anyways, watching the raindrops slide down one of the many windows as you wiped down each table. he was later than he usually was, but it looked like he was here for more than just to pick you up. the look in his eyes said it all. You turn around as soon as you pull the door open for him. "we're closed, Beom." the nickname slipped off your tongue so easily it was like you had forgotten the incident the week before, and how you promised yourself you'd back away even more than you had to keep it from happening again.

it wasn't like you didnt want it to. god was it the opposite. it was just... new, and scary. you knew that wasn't the best excuse but it was all you had. he was, in a way all you had. You didn't really know what moving along that road would mean. you knew it'd be good. but again, it was new and scary.

"I can't loose you." he pants behind you. for once he it was raining and for once he did run here. he spreads his arms wide, his long hair dripping on his shoulders. "And I can't-- I can't believe we let this come between us. and I don't want to let the wedge be driven any further." when you still don't respond, back still turned he gets more desperate, running a worried hand through his hair. "Come on, y/n! we're best friends!" you slam your towel down on the counter. "yeah, well maybe that's why this should've never fuckin happened." your words make the room go silent. you didn't yell it, you didnt exclaim it, you basically whispered it, but it boomed like a bomb going off none the less.

he was too important-- your relationship, whatever it may be, was too important to let go; you knew that. he knew that. he didnt say a word, realizing that he might say something to make the situation worse. he knew he was staying after hours, then again, it reminded him of how it would be between the two of you a week ago when you'd still talk the same. he'd come in, you'd make him the best hot chocolate he'd ever tasted next to his moms, and then he'd sit at the same bar stool and you'd talk for hours, barely making a move to actually go home. but eventually, after helping you with cleaning, he'd walk you home.

but for watts its worth, neither of you wanted to go back to those times, even after everything quite liking how the experience of the incident felt. You invite him to go to your place to talk it out some more. having the same idea, he agrees readily.

"I haven't been completely honest with you." you say, youve been talking for a little over a hour now, somehow slipping into how it was about a week ago along the way back to your place, and you don't think youve felt something so good-- so reliving, in a very long time. "I haven't been telling the whole truth either." no other words are uttered between the two of you, opting to lean ever so frustratingly and tantalizingly slow into each other,. his hand coming to rest on your thigh, folded underneath you at the knee on his sofa. you place your hand on top of his has your lips connect, a long awaited satisfied sigh is breathed into each others face, the air tickling you. youre rubbing circles on the back of his hand as his mind races. it was a kiss you poured all your feelings into. one where you spilled into it how you needed him with you so so so bad. how you wanted him beside you even more than he already was. how you were sorry it took you so long, and how you couldn't wait to keep being beside each other. you could feel him pour all that and more into his side of it and you reviled in the feeling, settling into it like it was second nature.

you blink a couple times when you pull apart, glad that you took your talk someplace else now. and well, I guess the both of you know now. youve now pulled out of the dark that beautiful little thing you two were hiding.

Now you both know just that one more, not so little thing you needed-- what was on each of your hearts the most.

~end~

Can’t believe never written a solely beomgyu fic before anyways as I’ve said if you liked it please comment and or reblog since tumble works on that system and liking it only bookmarks it for you :) I hope you enjoyed!!!

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[raeloganthesonic06fangirl]

Hiii so like,

In search of some really old mephiles stuff from years and years ago for fun, I found this really old Mephiles fan website called "The Mephiles Domain" which started in 2007 and which hasn't been updated since 2012. So, it was active for at least 5 years?

There was a youtube channel linked to it so I checked that out to see some really old videos and I noticed your name there and I swear I saw it some where before and yeah, you left a note on my Mephiles back posture theory a while back which is cool.

So, im just here wondering if you know anything about this website. It seems long abandoned now, i assume it was used as like a forum board or something. It seems like a lot of stuff here has been lost over time or deleted.

I also find the layout very pretty with all the colours and it gives off that early internet vibe.

It feels like a discovered a gem finding this but it also feels like I missed out on something lmao.

Oh and, in search of any other older mephiles related websites i found this really simple one with not much on it but i'll take anything I can find. I noticed your name again.

I read the theory and I think its interesting. But I think Mephiles is just at multiple places at once and is aware of that. Omnipotent god type thing idk.

But yeah, it was really cool finding all this stuff!!! :D

Wondering if theres anything else i can find.

Oh man, what a blast to the past, that was well over a decade and a half ago. I think we just sort of dissolved after a good strong half a decade of activity, and the site itself went defunct after we all just ran out of content to make. This was long before we even got a whiff of Mephiles making a comeback in the last few years, so it just naturally fizzled out. 😅😅😅

It was mostly just a forum where we would share headcanons, speculations, observations, fanfiction and picture edits that all centered around Mephiles, hoping to show that the character had enough of a fanbase that maybe Sega would consider giving him an encore with a better role, since back then, ALL we had was Sonic 06, a tease in the Archie comics, and hopeful thinking that the Time Eater was actually a form of Mephiles ((that was also one of my theories that I posted a little before Ian Flynn made a similar thought, so safe to say that recent developments of having Mephiles injected into the modern Generations canon fulfilled that idea for us...))

It was just a fan site that centered around Mephiles in particular, with a niche circle of fans that saw potential in the character as something other than a one-off villain. Sometimes there's was someone uploading thier texture mods for the games to replace Shadow with Mephiles, and sometimes it was someone making a figure mod. Sometimes we put a funny caption on a screenshot, or have a video contest.

One of the relics that still remains is this one entry I made for an AMV contest on the site, which ended up winning, because I decided instead of going for a full song with a serious attempt, I decided to go the AMV Hell route and make it a compilation of dumb vignettes that were meant to be funny. Aaaaahhh, good times. 😆

But yeah, it was mostly a fan forum site that was similar to The Sonic Factory ((which seems to be defunct now too)), but specifically about Mephiles as the main focus, with occasional news about other Sonic related subjects. I was also part of the admins for both sites, too, at some point.

I also still managed to salvage a few of my site icons and signatures from both TMD and TSF way back then, so there's also these:

[toasterdrake]

Can I request a doric x reader during the whole arena sence they get separated btw the reader has a displacer beast,and when the reader sees the one that's in the arena the reader thinks it's thier displacer beast cuase at somepoint it also got separated from the reader.So when it tries to attack them,thier confused and holga and doric help defend the reader from the displacer beast.and at the end the two reunite and there's a lot hugs from the two along with hugs from the displacer beast idk what to name it XD

I'm sorry if this is confusing I've never requested for things before andi have terrible skills for asking for things

when i realised how close i had been to finishing this... i had to wrap it up immediately and post. don't worry about requesting, you did a great job! personally, i'm always thankful for details. it gives me plenty to work with. i hope you enjoy!

Doric x gn!reader with a displacer beast companion

Dark fur, shimmering blue. Six legs, bristled tentacles. Yep, a whole displacer beast.

Relief floods you immediately. Thank the gods, you aren't alone in this crazy maze any more. A friend at last.

"Anjani!" You call, delighted, and reach out.

The displacer's jaws snap by your hand; you snatch it back a second before losing your fingers, reflexes kicking in.

Or not.

This beast doesn't have the notch in its ear Anjani has, nor the right shade of eye colour, upon closer inspection. Too close for comfort. In your desperation to see a familiar face, you had neglected to run immediately.

Displacers are known to play with their food, so at least you have time to fruitlessly beg the gods for mercy. Unless the beast is hungry... who are you kidding? A rich man keeping exotic pets for sport never feeds them properly. A flaring anger at injustice burns your belly, then is forced to cool when the displacer lunges forward.

Where the hell is Anjani, or Doric? Where are your companions? You have to regroup, have to take down Forge.

First things first, you have to survive.

Scrambling backwards, you barely avoid the displacer's daggers of claws. Barbs latch in your clothes, yanking you back within its reach. Now is the time to pray to your gods, you decide.

Somehow, they answer.

Brandishing a plain iron sword over her head, Holga swings down with a fierce cry. The displacer snarls in pain and recoils. Oozing blood, its severed tentacle flops to the ground, wriggling but useless.

Doric crashes through its dissolving displacement creeping up behind you, snowy feathers rippling. Evidently, she's found a way to lose the magic suppression bracelet. Now she flexes her power. There's hardly enough room in the maze's corridor for a full-sized owlbear, but she still manages to bat the displacer beast against the far wall. Bones crunch sickly, and it lies still.

Already shrinking to her usual form, Doric spins on her heel. Her eyes are wide, hair ruffled about her shoulders. She looks beautiful.

While Holga watches the displacer for movement -- there is none -- Doric meets you in the middle of a hug brimming with relief. Arms locked around your shoulders, she presses herself as close as possible to your body, reassuring herself you're with her and alright.

Alas, you're forced to break apart quickly when the walls start slamming down.

Weaving through the remainder of the labyrinth, barely outpacing the shifting walls, luck carries your reunited group unharmed to the center. Edgin and Simon emerge from a different corridor at the same moment, a displacer beast on their heels.

Holga goes to leap to their defense, but you throw out a hand to stop her. This time, you're certain. Anjani would have killed them by now if she wanted to.

Bringing your fingers to your mouth, you whistle. Anjani skids to a halt and changes direction as fast as a giant six-legged panthera is capable, amber eyes lighting up when she clocks you.

Bowled over by a muscled bundle of dark fur, the wind is knocked out of you, until you recover and giggle at the sandpaper of Anjani's huge tongue. Finally, in this madness, you feel safe. Both your girls are with you.

Pulled down by a tentacle across her shoulders, Doric yelps, crashing into fur and bodies. Anjani lays a huge paw on her stomach and purrs; you bury your face in her hair. She frees an arm to hold you.

Then, the moment of reunion must pass, and your quest continues.

[trinityandgyatt]

what’s your opinion on trinity’s parents and principal abbanante? (idk how to spell her name) because they suck in my opinion

Personally I think principal abanante ( also don’t know how to spell it 😭 ) I think she’s really strange because she litterally goes out of her way to try and get trinity away from Nicky it’s like she wants him to have no friends because it’s a little strange to go to a child’s house to speak to thier parents because she’s friends with someone ?? I mean I’d understand if trinity started causing trouble in school after becoming friends with him but last time i checked she didn’t ?? So why would she go through all that effort just to make sure he doesn’t have friends idk maybe there’s a deeper meaning and we will find out or she was just being a bitch ? ( maybe a mix lols 💀 ) as a character tho I find her really suspicious but also interesting if that makes sense like I want to know what her motives are ( or were considering she may of died but there was no mention of it and even Nicky questions if she’s dead or not ) if she is dead tho I hope they find out what she was planning to do and if she isn’t then I hope we see what her motivations are

as for trinity’s parents I’m really mixed honestly , but I do think they were very dismissive of trinity when she told them about mr Peterson but I think thier reasoning behind that may be the fact that she caused some sort of trouble where she used to live , maybe trinity has made some sort of accusation like this before and she was wrong about it , leading her parents not to trust her ?? But yeah as I said they are very dismissive towards her , when her family are having dinner in episode something ( I forgot ) and she says “I think our neighbor across the street is a murderer” her dad immediately tries to switch the conversation and her mum scolds her which does lead me to believe something like this has happened before , I also think after principal abanante visit to her house they shift the blame to Nicky thinking he’s a bad influence on trinity which also isn’t fair because they hadn’t even met him till episode 5 so they shouldn’t just shift this blame to a boy they don’t even know ?? They clearly do love and care for her tho and apologise when they realise she’s right but as parents I think they are heavily heavily flawed

Jesus Christ this took so long to write help

How I feel rn ^^

[gayoldwells]

ooc bleh im back bitchesssssssss its finally sumer breqk and i still have summer school so yeah- ANYWAYS i doodled a bit of old wallace and old mobile (or atleast my version of it) i know vanadian (i think thats thier user idk- idk whats thier actual preferred name. all i remeber was calling em feral cus of feral mobile)

anyways

to old mobile mod. sorry dude ig my version or how i image mobile would be way more different. ig its cus hes silly and also bc of wilfred hes sorta fuuucckkedd- so i sorta gave him more shorter and less poofy hair unlike young mobile and ur version of mobile.

I remeber making wallace and mobile atleast like 36 so they sorta old ig?? anyways sorryyyy i love this rp and i read it all last night even tho im supposed to be studying lawwwwwwww anyways BYYEREE

*dissapears for another month*

@feral-mobile @vanadian-art-things

[masschase]

matt and casey:

pre-relationship: 5

love: 1, 9

domestic life: 3, 5

Ship asks meme (feel free to send for anything I ship)

Ooh, so, 4/5 of these I answered last time, but this was a while ago, and as usual I talked way too much! So I'm using this as an opportunity to answer in a succinct (possibly slightly updated) way but with links back to my longer answers too 😊

Pre-relationship 5: Did either of them try to resist their feelings?

Yes! Both of them!

Although they end up having sex with each other rather early on the ship, there's this moment afterwards when they're joking around together and it's kind of evident there's something more there. Knowing there's potential for something romantic to occur, Casey vetoes them having sex again, in fact making a catch-all "rule" on that. She later tries to go back on it but being the same day she attacked Matt over not wanting to rescue Johnny, he does not react well. (The words "why don't you just fuck Johnny Gat?" may have been thrown around. Those words may have been acted upon.)

They make up and become friends, both repressing thier attraction to each other in favour of how well they get along. But inevitably they both end up developing feelings for each other anyway. Casey resists hers because she has (questionable) reasons for not wanting a relationship. Matt resists his because he knows that about her.

But Matt realises he has feelings for Casey right after GOOH, and that he's in love with her a few months later when Asha calls her out on it. Casey realises hers while Matt is in the past and realises she's in love with him when her past self calls her out on it.

Longer/original answer

Love 1: Who said “I love you” first?

Matt did, although it was to Casey's past self as he was basically dying and knew she would at least remember it by the time she was the version of herself the confession related to. Her younger self was not in love with him, but she did tell him her name in return.

When they were both synced back up time-wise, Casey was struggling to speak her feelings so Matt suggested she replicate Jane Austen prose as it's something she's more comfortable with. Through this she was able to say she loved him, and he was able to return it again very emphatically.

Longer/original answer

Love 9: What kind of nicknames do they call each other?

Casey mostly just uses Matty, baby, and sweetie.

Matt uses more of a mix but mostly Cass, babe/baby, darling, my love, and in the bedroom; princess.

Longer/original answer

Domestic life 3: How many kids do they have, if any? What are they like?

Yes; once they're properly settled down on the new planet they have 3. The oldest is Victory, she's the one Casey's pregnant with at the end of my fanfic and in a few pieces I've drawn, she was (will be?) born in June 2024. She's very calm, intelligent and methodical.

They also have identical twins (cis boy and trans girl) born in April 2026. They're not in my fic (apart from the general implication in one scene that Mass plan to have 3 children) yet their existence is a lot more fanfic cliché- conceived on wedding night (first baby free night in over a year, cut them some slack!), identical twins, a real fucking handful...!

Their names are Apollo and Artemis (goes more by just Emi post-social transition) but the names have never quite sat right for me. Idk if it's because it seems a bit on the nose for twins to have those names, because they don't grab me in the way Vic's name did, or just because I worry because it's Casey one of them would be named after the fucking doughnut shop.

Longer/original answer - more detailed descriptions of their appearances and personalities here.

Domestic life 5: Who’s the stricter parent?

This is one I've not answered yet and I struggled how to phrase this but I'd say it depends what you mean by strict!

Matt is a far more methodical, researched, overthinking parent, and the better of the two at setting gentle boundaries for expected behaviour, but a little more relaxed with things like schedules and getting ready and so on, as well as more likely to get carried away with playing games with them.

Casey is a more instinctual, emotional parent. She's not quite as good at setting boundaries and more likely to lose her temper from time to time though she mostly talks herself down before she gets to the yelling stage, and learns to apologise if she doesn't manage to. She's stricter with schedules and worries more about the kids academically than Matt does.

So I'd say Casey probably appears the strictest overall, but Matt's the one putting the most work into firm, gentle discipline. Casey's used to leading adults and it takes her a while to adjust.

[kolasharkattack]

My last character ref sheets for ArtFight! Introducing 3 of my Monster Muppet band characters!! (The other 2 will come out eventually but I'm waiting until after Artfight lol)

Here's a link to my profile!

Character descriptions under the cut ⬇️

Machi-Pachi

-Muppet-Frankenstein thing, stitched together out of different parts

- TransMasc, queer/undecided

- Lead singer/Frontman of his startup rock band (To be named later idk rn)

- Silly guy! He's super chill and laid-back, less concerned with stardom and just likes rocking out with thier friends and playing for their small group of fans

Lila Lillypad

- Muppet Lake Monster

- Drummer of the Muppet Monster band (To be named later idk rn)

- Transfem, lesbian

- Lila shares Machi-Pachi's laid-back energy, but she's significantly less scatterbrained than him. Handles a lot of the PR and venues for the band. Is the smartest of the group by a lot

Richie Ruff

- Muppet Werewolf guy

- Bisexual

- The band's guitar player

- A little cocky and addicted to stardom, Richie just wants to make it big! Too bad he's an idiot with little patience. Has a huge crush on Machi, but Machi's too oblivious to notice. 

[snogfairy]

tagged by @chernozemm

1. Are you named after anyone?

noppe think my parents simply wanted sth cool and nice-sounding

2. When was the last time you cried?

ummmm, oh. christmas holidays lmao

3. Do you have kids?

no, but want some in the future probably if the stars align

4. What sports do you play/ have you played?

oh i've tried a lot of different stuff.....judo, karate, thaiboxing, horse riding, dancing, gym, cycling, yoga.... (the last three were all things i did regularly last year...alas...currently in a no-sports slump probably bc of winter + movign cities and losing my routines)

5. Do you use sarcasm?

oh y e a h

6. What is the first thing you notice about people?

thier....energy i guess? a general vibe?

7. What's your eye color?

not to be that person but uhh blue-green-grey with a blub of amber

8. Scary movies or happy endings?

that's like asking apples or steak um i mean both can be nice it depends on the mood and craving, but i probably have more of a taste towards the latter

9. Any talents?

writing and cooking are things i'd say i'm quite good at

10. Where were you born?

small city in southern germany

11. What are your hobbies?

writing, reading, cooking and eating out if that counts as a hobby haha, riding my bike, video games (currently desperately craving a practical crafty hobby but idk yet what exactly...)

12. Do you have any pets?

yes! a fat grumpy cuddly slobbering cute cat named Mack that I've had for three years now, my first very own pet :3

13. How tall are you?

1,64 i think

14. Favorite subject in school?

English although i also enjoyed ethics

15. Dream job?

actually the one i have now is...rlly rlly good... i get to study sth i'm passionate about in a great team with flexible hours and enough money to live on even though it's part time.....jackpot actually

tagging, if the mood strikes you, @crowleyholmes @opscuritas @sabotage-on-mercury

[bisluthq]

Same anon

Fun fact: as i mentioned before this actress is engaged to a man but the funny thing about their engagement is it really feels like they're using the engagement as the commitment and promise instead of actually ever going through with the wedding because they're being engaged for like 3-4 years and the last time she was asked about wedding plans at the beginning of this year she defined thier situation as a "forever engagement"

see I think I’d love a forever engagement. I’m really not into the marriage thing. I think it’s way more hassle than it can possibly be worth, unless you have kids but even then just…. write the other surname there? I use FG’s surname in business correspondence for the Airbnb - I don’t explicitly lie but I write Nataliya and FGFULLGOVERNMENT NAME. I’ve had people refer to me as Mrs his name. I’ve referred to myself as such with contractors. I quite actually like the name but as we’ve discussed before, I wouldn’t do it legally because I’m so attached to MY NAME and MY INITIALS and MY DAD (like the last thing mostly like it’s bad enough that I wouldn’t do it unless my dad thinks it sounds cooler? My dad doesn’t think my name with FG’s sounds cooler. We discussed this. He said it would make me sound like a pretentious twat and I said bro what were the skiing holidays for, don’t we WANT to be pretentious twats??? And he was like “not like this” lol). 

anyway other story time - one of my close friends in high school - I’d even go so far as to say BEST FRIEND then? But then she turned out to be homophobic which was SUCH a plot twist lol?? Only genuinely homophobic woman I’ve met in my life right like irl like my ex and I got hate crimed once but by randos and that homophobic uncle I have like does his homophobia in silence mostly in front of me especially yk but this girl… when I came out to her… stopped being my friend? And like I’m ok with being dropped as a friend lol but not after 10ish years and not because I date girls and she was like “so do you think I’m hot?” And I was like “I feel there’s no correct answer here, anything I say will be bad???” 

POINT OF THE STORY is her parents only married like last year for legality, her and her sister use her mom’s name which is a nicer name, and she’s double barreled her mom and her husband’s name and ya it looks cool and they’re having a baby (weirdly I *have* been invited to the shower so like idk man I hate baby showers and love weddings and I feel like this girl is perpetually fucking with me and I don’t even like her that way?? ANYWAY) and the baby is gonna have her mom’s name (maybe double barreled legally because she’s done that for socials but the invite I got was just her mom’s name).

point of these several stories is it’s complicated. 

point of me and Australian immigration story is I still don’t know why I would want to go???! I’m sorry and all. Sure it’s a cool place. Know like 3 people there just from here. But like. Seems like a hell of a mission though.