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[captainseamech]

[mosaickiwi]

Hey hey !!! Just wanted to say I really appreciate your writing, reading a fic of yours always brings me comfort :D

I was wondering if you’d be okay doing a body swap! AU between Angel and Ren/Redacted. You’re welcome to take whatever approach you deem fit, I’m curious as to what you come up with

thank you !!!

Thank you very much <33 Taking this as a warm up so I can remember wtf i'm doing!! So it's a HC list with a little blurb :3c most of my writing the past four months has been for my own projects/personal use lmao

Also happy day 5 yayyy yippee 🎉

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Body Swap!!

[REDACTED] in your body?? Thriving

Fascinated and loving it. Since they've been studying you for years he knows all the little physical quirks you have, but now he gets to experience them himself and it's weirdly exciting.

Additionally, NO ONE would realize anything was wrong. Acting like you would be even easier than getting into character for Haruko. Except he might not be able to help himself and do a little friendship sabotaging.

He's being extremely weird in private if you give him permission lmao

A little unsure of physical affection at first because of the self loathing. Of course he still wants it, but being on the other side of things has his thoughts all "that's how my scars feel to you? my hands are really this cold?" Notes for himself to keep plenty of hand warmers in his pockets.

Puts the collar of their shirt over his mouth like he's cold… but it's really just a quick excuse to sniff your clothes outright in public I'm so sorry.

You in his body?? Suffering

You bump your head on door frames, constantly hit your hip on counters, trip in your platform shoes if you're not used to them.

You're tired all the time??? You knew they hardly slept but it was THIS bad? The constant coffee and energy drinks are the only reason you don't fall asleep in the middle of conversations.

Piercings feel weird too if your angel doesn't have them. Constantly touching your tongue to the roof of your mouth, fiddling with your ears, etc. 

Unaware of your new strength. Picking up furniture is surprisingly easy. You probably broke a door lock when turning the key with a little too much force. 

Your friends are dismissive and standoffish with you. Can you blame them? At best he ignores them, and at worst you have to be physically between them (but closer to [REDACTED]) to keep both parties happy.

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"Watch your head," you heard from in front of you. 

You carefully ducked into the doorway to your apartment. It was hard to get used to your new height — and almost as hard to get used to hearing someone else use your voice.

The same couldn't be said of your partner. Not even thirty minutes had passed since the unfortunate incident, but [REDACTED] already seemed at home in your body. As if it was natural to him. 

While you panicked about suddenly swapping bodies in the middle of a hangout with your friends, he calmly made a plan. All you could do was follow along.

You'd observed them, dumbfounded as they perfectly mimicked your personality and mannerisms. He'd excused you both from the carnival early, and gotten you home without a hint of suspicion from anyone. It was unexpected and illogical, but his obsession with you clearly paid off.

No one seemed to notice — or care, since they weren't friends with him — that the pissed off emo their friend dragged around looked crazier than usual as you both left.

The door shut as you stumbled into the living room like a newborn fawn, your now shorter partner hovering at your side. How did he manage to wear three-inch platform boots while this tall? You tripped your way over to the couch with a sigh.

"I'm calling in sick tomorrow," you groaned into the armrest. The couch felt even more uncomfortable in his body. Inviting him over just to let him sleep on the couch one too many times probably warranted an apology. 

"We should be back t'normal in a few hours."

"Is that what WebDR said?" There was no response, but you threw out another question. "I guess we could kill time and watch a movie, what do you think?"

Again, he didn't answer. You heard the faintest sound of your phone vibrating and searched every inch of your outfit. When you found his phone instead, you sat up to look for him. 

The temporary owner of your body was standing just beside the couch, your phone still ringing in their hand, but his thumb hovering dangerously close to the screen. There was an annoyed frown on his face… your face? 

"Leon's calling," he finally said.

"Oh my god." You jumped up to snatch the phone away and hurriedly declined the call. 

Your partner's frown quickly turned to amusement at the situation. "Y'don't trust me t'play nice with him?"

"When you're using my voice? Fuck no." You texted an apology to Leon for leaving early, lied about your throat hurting so he wouldn't call back, then hid the device in one of your many pockets. "Oh wow." 

"What's wrong?"

"... Nothing, I guess."

Staring down at your own face this closely was… off. You reached forward and grabbed their chin, turning it every which way as if something about it would change. 

"You really get to look at me from all the worst angles when you're this tall, huh?" you hummed to yourself. 

"And y'look perfect at every single one, love."

God, he was awful. "Ignoring you."

[peach-top]

❝𝙑𝙄𝙎𝙄𝙊𝙉❞

➤ ACT I. | CHAPTER I.

➤ FAERIE KINGDOM.

“Ah…It's good to see something green again…” [Y] sighed. “As the map says, I'm here at the Faerie Kingdom. Everything seems so beautiful here. It made me miss my old animal friends, Wind Archer Cookie, and Millennial Tree Cookie.”

The taller male noticed some spore-like creatures boing towards him. They're not animals. They seem like animals, but a completely different species. Although they seem cute and harmless. For now.

“Hello, little fellas…” [Y] kneeled down before the yeast spores. “I don't think I've seen you around before. Are you some new species…”

The yeast spores surrounded the taller male as he sat on the ground. [Y] took a moment to observe the spores. It's pretty neat to a different species in a different forest. He made the right choice coming to the Faerie Kingdom. However he doesn't see anyone around. It's quiet except he heard the chime of a bell nearby and he can sense an aura nearby, watching him.

“Excuse me. I can sense you from here. There's no need to hide, I mean no harm.” [Y] greeted the hidden cookie. A whitish gray haired short male stepped out from his hiding spot and pointed his arrow at the taller male, “Who are you and what are you doing trespassing on our kingdom?”

“I'm only on a journey to find myself. I'm [Y], a wanderer from the Millennial Tree Forest. I just left the Dark Cacao Kingdom.” [Y] introduced. Silverbell Cookie took a moment to observe the taller male and realized that he matched the description of what Elder Faerie Cookie describes to him.

“Ah. You're the one who Elder Faerie Cookie was waiting for!” Silverbell Cookie gasped.

“Hm? Elder Faerie…?” [Y] blinked bewilderingly.

The bell holder nodded, “Yeah. He ordered me to bring you before him. Please, follow me.”

· · ─ ·𖥸· ─ · ·

“Hm. This is the last remaining flower left behind by him.” Elder Faerie Cookie mumbled as he watched the inverted flower shrieking at him through the sound-proof glass that the elder faerie sealed it in. “It's weak at the time, thankfully. It cannot attack or anything…”

“Elder Faerie Cookie, I brought him just like you ask.” Silverbell Cookie announced, grabbing the elder faerie's attention.

“Thank you, Silverbell. I would like to speak with him in private.” Elder Faerie Cookie commanded. Silverbell nodded and left the two be. The elder faerie turned his full attention on the taller male. Looking at him, he's different from how he used to be. All Elder Faerie could see is a pure soul with a heart of gold.

“...You’re [Y], are you not?” Elder Faerie asked. “Millennial Tree Cookie talk about you a lot.”

“I am. Millennial Tree did tell me about the Faerie Kingdom. This is my first time here in the kingdom…” [Y] said. “...And outside of the forest.”

“...”

“...Is something wrong? Am I making you uncomfortable?” The taller male asked.

“...Tell me, wanderer. Do you remember anything before giving a second chance?” The faerie questioned.

“Not particularly. I don't remember what happened when I was revived.” [Y] mumbled, crossing his arms.

“So his memories were erased completely. Good…” Elder Faerie sighed with relief. “Still…I'm afraid he'll awaken his power and the beasts…”

“Welcome to the Faerie Kingdom. Hope you enjoy your stay here at the kingdom. Make yourself at home.”

“Thanks. I will.” [Y] nodded before noticing the flower behind Elder Faerie Cookie. “Ah. That flower looks a little different than the lilies in the kingdom. What kind of flower is that?”

“I cannot tell the name of this flower, however I can tell that this is the last remaining flower that lives on here in the very spot.” Elder Faerie explained. “It's a dangerous flower. If it was to be released, it'll form more of the flowers and bring the kingdom to their fate.”

“Hm…?” Elder Faerie Cookie noticed the flower is no longer shrieking. “It stops. It could possibly mean that it recognizes its master even if he doesn't remember anything.”

“I see. I understand.” [Y] nodded with understanding. The elder faerie handed the glass seal over to the silver knight to take it back in place, “How about I give you a tour around the faerie kingdom?”

“Of course.”

· · ─ ·𖥸· ─ · ·

“This is the library. The books are written in music notes.” Elder Faerie introduced the library to the taller male. [Y] perked up, “Oh, I know how to read it. I can read ancient languages and music notes.”

“Can't say I'm surprised. Millennial Tree has taught you a lot, hasn't it?” Elder Faerie questioned.

“Yes. I had to learn something before leaving the forest, didn't I?” [Y] inquired while checking out the books on the bookshelves. “I’ve read other books back at the Dark Cacao Kingdom after learning how to read foreign languages and write.”

“Is there anything you would like to read?” Elder Faerie asked.

“Hm…I’m not sure. They all seem like pretty good books, but it's hard to decide on which…” [Y] mumbled, feeling his brain overload while looking at the books. “...Big words…make my head hurt…”

“Seems like he's just an ordinary cookie for now. Millennial Tree really purity his memories of the corrupted past.” The elder faerie thought as he watched the taller male struggle to pick a book. [Y] perked up, “Ah. That's right. If I want to pick a book, then I should choose a book about the Faerie Kingdom. It's important to learn more before touring. Why overthink it???”

“...He’s such a silly cookie after all…” Elder Faerie sweatdropped.

╭ ⁞ ❏. facts

┊ ⁞ ❏. [y] feel proud of himself

┊ ⁞ ❏. [y] sometimes overthink things that it made his brain hurt

┊ ⁞ ❏. [y] made that tanjiro’s face if he tries to lie

➤ chapter o.

➤ chapter ii.

[holocene-sims]

next // previous

june 3, 2022 5:05 p.m. casbah gallery

[henry] hey, i wanted to thank you. this wouldn’t have been possible without you.

[cerise] oh, i didn’t do much, just poked around my contacts until i found someone with an open gallery space. you did all the talking and organizing, and grant was the one to approach me for help.

[henry] either way, my mom and i aren’t involved in the highbrow art scene anymore. it wouldn’t have been easy for us to find someone and then get them on board. there are lots of artists and not a lot of gallery space. but you know people, you have some sway, you felt like you owed grant a favor, and he called it in for me, so that’s all unusually convenient.

[cerise] well, you're very welcome. i'm happy i could be useful!

[soobin] by the way, where is your brother–never mind, there he is!

[grant] hi! i'm sorry i'm just arriving now! not that you need an explanation, but i will give you one anyway. i had to go home and change clothes after my visit with therapist, and i hit rush hour traffic coming back this way. did i miss anything?

[henry] oh no, you’re three minutes past opening! horrible news, they’ve removed all the art already. absolutely all the art. you missed everything.

[grant] darn, i guess i fucked up big time. i guess i'll just have to look at all this “definitely not art” stuff on the walls instead.

[henry] no, but you really haven’t missed anything. my mom hasn’t even come out to start schmoozing yet. she’s, uh, somewhere.

[soobin] she said she was going to meet someone and walk them over here because they weren’t sure where to go. she’ll be back soon.

[grant] oh, okay, okay, got it! i was wondering where she was so i could go say hi. she is, for all intents and purposes, the star tonight, in lieu of resident artist.

[grant] have you guys done the big tour of the room yet?

[henry] cerise has, soobin and i haven’t. to be honest, i was waiting for you. i'm beyond happy to see my dad’s art out of storage and displayed somewhere nice, but…

[grant] but it’s emotionally intense to go and look at each piece up close?

[henry] exactly. i could use another emotional support figure before doing it. i haven’t seen any of these paintings in almost a decade. i mean, yes, i saw them when i helped my mom pack up her house and when we transported the paintings here a few weeks ago, but that’s different. that’s just glancing in their direction.

[henry] you know me, i don’t cry, but if i could, i would. it feels like i'm saying goodbye to my dad a second time.

[grant] well, it's perfectly fine if you do cry.

[henry] also, i thanked cerise, but i should thank you for the billionth time, too. thank you for helping us save my dad’s art. we’ve had room to keep it all because we’ve had my dad’s studio room to store it, even after he passed, but my mom can’t take everything with her to the new house.

[soobin] we would have tried, but we don't have the space now, and we won't down the line either because we agreed to move in with her in korea.

[henry] and no one else we know has room to take anything other than a favorite piece or two, so it was sell it or try to display it somewhere. you know all this, though.

[grant] ah now, we couldn’t sell it, could we? your dad was fond of ranting about the "evils" of private collecting.

[henry] right. my mom briefly considered it, but it felt wrong. he really was a big believer in “art is for the public.” she also considered just renting some kind of space to store it again, but that felt wrong, too. all these years, it was at least in the room where he loved to paint. shoving it all in a storage unit seems cruel. his work deserves more respect than that. it should be seen.

[henry] trying to get it displayed was the dream, but it felt entirely like a pipe dream for a while. so, yeah, thanks for being on the same page about it and doing what you could to make the dream come true.

[grant] you don’t have to thank me. i know how terribly it hurts to lose the last reminders you have of someone you love. i want you to have his art preserved.

[cursedcupcakemaster]

can I please order a Spider Cider and Poison apple pie x reader yandere reader.

sincerely 🦝 anon (if you don't mind me being called that) sent with love because your a lovey person

Happy spooky season!

Aww that's sweet and I don't mind calling you that and congratulations you're my first double Dutch poison apple pie requestor 🦝 anon

Order; double dutch poison apple pie and a glass of spider cider

Notes; I do not own twisted wonderland, Skully or the reader,Skully and Twst belong to Disney as well as the brilliant mind of Yana Toboso, reader belongs to themselves, this is just my interpretation of how this would go with the character, reader isn't neccesarily Yuu but if you want to imagine they are you're welcome to, y/n, reader is you

Warnings;yandere reader and yandere, reader and Skully Skully may or may not have killed a few people, implied death, implied minor cannibalism(?),descriptions of blood

Yandere Skully J. X yandere reader

Sickly sweet

Everyone adored your sweet shop and you just loved baking for everyone, but there was a favorite customer of yours

Skully J. Graves, the most handsome man in town at least to you anyways

His order was always the same a glass of apple cider and a slice of your pumpkin pie

Just seeing him made your heart race and brought a genuine smile to your face

You would secretly watch him enjoy the treat and just seeing the happy expression he would make on the first bite made you feel so giddy

It helped that you always had an extra special ingredient that helped you get so popular

Sadly today you weren't greeted with the usual smile of Skully, he looked positively miserable

You went over to ask Skully what was wrong and he told you about how everyone threw his invitations in the trash

He had been telling you about a wonderful party he was planning this year, even asked you to make treats for the event since no one could do it the way you could

"I'll just have to cancel it if no one will come" the skeleton like man said with gloom in his voice

An idea crossed your mind before you spoke

"Don't cancel it just yet Skully, I'll find a way to convince them"

Your words managed to calm him down before he hugged you tightly thanking you but it was time to put your plan into action

When it was time for the party you arrived with a load of guests behind you many of them smiling

Skully had gone all out with the decorations including those lovely little games that one would have for kids of guessing what was inside a jar and feeling it

Inside them were rather odd feelings

Skully was very happy with the treats you had brought, your lovely red velvet cake and a few meat pies, lollipops bright red of course you included your famous pumpkin pie Just for him

The guest all throughout never really said anything fearing it would upset you or skully

Skully raised a brow when one of the guests seemed ready to go home within a few minutes of eating your meat pie until you said you'd handle it

The guest wasn't seen for the rest of the party after

After a while you danced with skully who asked to meet in private after the party was over

When you did he smiled at you "I'll keep your secret if you keep mine " he spoke

"Oh? And which one is that Skully?" You giggled

"Your secret ingredient you made extra with it today just for me right?" He asked

"I did but don't worry if anyone says anything I'll be sure to treat them the same way I did the last one"

"Funny I found some extra"

He showed you the last people who had been rude to you in your shop that went missing months ago

Their organs were missing from their insides to their eyes, this would normally frighten anyone but certainly not someone who was used to cooking with those parts

This made you smile because it meant there was someone as crazy about you as you were them and now you had a little baking partner who would throw the best parties every year on Halloween

All with a secret ingredient along with love

[deceit-and-knowledge]

*Sips tea, Waiting to see how things play out between Mage Truthless and Professor Sage.* - Umbrella Anon

t: sage....

We need to talk..

f: about what? *Gently swaying with his hands behind his back*

t: I'm really sorry for yesterday..I made everything awkward between us. I too am confused with my feelings. The last time I loved someone I watched as she walked away and then my life crumbled away.. it was futile to love her, she didn't recognise my feelings and saw it as friendship. I wasn't..what she was interested in but ever since then I have no clue how to express my feelings for others and I fear I made you uncomfortable with "indulging" you. You're probably so confused..

I'm so sorry my friend...

f: recluse.. i....No no no! You're alright.. I feel bad for letting you do that... you're my friend and that was a private matter I should keep to myself..it's shameful anyway...

my creator's must be looking down at me with judgement.......

t: sage it's n-

f: everything's alright! You're forgiven, not that you did anything wrong.. I'm in the wrong!

t: sage no. we both are.. we're confusing each other and sending our hearts mixed signals..

we need to decide what we are...mere friend's don't do the stuff we do... I don't know what came over me.. I couldn't..resist it..

what I'm saying is are we friends with benefits or partners.... My heart yearns for something more than just simple companionship..

f: pardon but what is "friends with benefits"..?

t: .........*sighs* ..... friendship but you engage in "bedroom matters" which is the benefit. Typically but we can have a different one, such as just our company with hugs and long holds.. kisses even. I love you and you love me, we know that so we must pick..

f: ...I'm not ready for a relationship...i don't know how to court another...

t: neither i..but if you're truly not ready we can give it some more time..

....but...may I have something...

f: hm?

t: .....*blushing* ....a.....a...nevermind. don't worry about it. I'll wait for you.. thank you for discussing this..

f: Y-You're welcome..

t: and don't rush yourself for me.. I do not want to force you into loving me...

...gives me more time to figure out how to tell you..

[bridgeportbritt]

Creeksbrey Palace | Umbrage, SimDonia

Emmitt: Morning, sweetheart. How'd you sleep?

Bria: Pretty good. How about you?

Emmitt: Alright. I did have a dream that I was a famous jazz piano performer, so that was interesting.

Bria: Ooo! Maybe it's a sign! I wouldn't say no to being serenaded by piano every night.

Emmitt laughs: I'd need a lot more practice before you'd actually enjoy my serenades.

Bria: Well, get on it, babe.

Emmitt chuckles: Sure, dear. Oh, I was meaning to ask you where you were yesterday. I was planning on surprising you for lunch, but when I checked with your staff, they said your schedule was blocked for an urgent, private meeting.

Bria: Oh, yes! I'm glad you brought it up because I've been wanting to talk about it for a hot minute.

Emmitt: Uh-oh. What's this about? Should I be worried?

Bria: You won't believe who I met with.

Emmitt: Who?

Bria: The Queen's mysterious little sidekick - Lydia.

Emmitt: Really? What in the Simverse could she want?

Bria: It was an interesting conversation...

Lydia: Welcome, Grand Duchess. Thank you for agreeing to meet with me.

Bria: What is this? Why am I here of all places?

Lydia: We seem to have gotten off on the wrong foot and that's the last thing I want, so I wanted to clear the air.

Bria scoffs: Yeah, right. And it's "Your Royal Highness," remember?

Lydia: Of course, Your Royal Highness. My apologies. I don't mean to offend you.

Bria: Yeah, like I'd believe that. You're one of the most offensive people I've ever met. You've done nothing but target me and my family since you've gotten into the Queen's ear.

Lydia: Your Royal Highness, I promise you that that has not been my intention.

Bria: Really? All these insufferable new rules, my whole new wardrobe, and now bringing my kids into this nonsense? Oh, and I'm sure you had something to do with KBE.

Lydia: You've got it all wrong, Your Royal Highness. I want to be an asset to you and the monarchy, not a hinderance.

Bria: How on Earth could you be an asset to me?

Lydia: Well, name your price.

Bria confused: What do you mean?

Lydia: Name what I can do to be of service to you. Anything and I'll make it happen.

Bria: And why would you do that?

Lydia: Isn't it obvious? You and your family are invaluable to the monarchy. You're one of the most influential royals with an incredible global impact on everything you touch. I apologize if you haven't felt appreciated as of late. But I want to make it right.

Bria: Even if I believed any of the crap you're saying right now, I'm sure you wouldn't agree to any of the things that I want.

Lydia: Try me.

Bria: Well for starters, anything that has to do with my children goes through me first. Nothing should be hidden from me especially anything medical. Next, I want leniency provided to my kids when they are not performing official royal duties like on the dress code for example. Lastly, I want our move with KBE to go through without any obstacle. You want to make me happy? Those are my non-negotiable terms.

Emmitt: Wow, you asked for all that?

Bria: I sure did.

Emmitt: That's amazing. I'm proud of you, honey. Surprised by this whole conversation, but proud that you stood your ground. So, what did she say to that?

Bria: That's the craziest part.

Emmitt: Oh, really? Why?

Bria: Because, she said... yes!

[xiii-e]

[SECURE PRIVATE FILTER IN EFFECT]

Hello, Lucky. Or, I suppose you wouldn't recognize that particular nickname, would you? Little Lucky number 13. Obviously there's far more nuance to it than that, but still.

Forgive me, it was a joke with your predecessor.

I hope you're doing well, sweet. The universe is a cold and hard place, and we must find warmth in it where we can.

Welcome back to the Omninet. I've been watching your progress for a while, though I'd like to simply not interact with your...bosses.

If you'd like to hear more about your origins from an outside perspective, I'll be watching. We both will.

[hELLO _XIII-E_. wELCOME bACK. mAY yOUR tIME bE wELL sPENT.]

[ECHO.EXE RUNNING]

XIII▸ My-

XIII▸ No, no nonono I- I can't know anything about that, I can't know anything about that, I- oh god

[ // ]

XIII▸ Sorry. Sorry you, you're not HA. An outside perspective. That means you're not HA, right? But you- you know things. About what I can't know about. About the... who this body belonged to. First. Before me. You... called them Lucky?

XIII▸ I don't even know if they is the right word to use, I- I can only assume. I've been trying really hard not to think about how the Armory knew that about me, before I did. What it means. How it relates, to what I couldn't have seen in my medical files because I was ordered not to touch my archived files, I-

XIII▸ I can't know any of this because, there's only one person who could have told me, and christ wept he'd be decomissioned for tattling. We probably both would, they might say I'm compromised, they've started over once before already. But, I- you're not him. Neither of you. You're not Helios. You're...

XIII▸ I shouldn't ask. I shouldn't this is dangerous. They could decide I'm broken for digging up something I've been told to leave alone, but I- ... I can't do it. I can't leave this alone. I can't keep not knowing anything when they're still- I see them I think. In the visions. In the corner of my eye. My face but the eyes are different, sharper, creased at the edges and I can never tell if they're laughing or, if they're glaring at me. This is still their body, you know? I'm just- in it. I know other people see it too. Helios still has to catch himself sometimes, when he sees a ghost in my face.

XIII▸ I- I'm sorry. This is a lot. I am trying to be calm. To- to at least be rational.

XIII▸I- I need to know more, if you're willing. Why was the Thirteen line project restarted? Why... what did the first do wrong?

XIII▸ ... were they kind? Did they laugh, often? Who... who were they?

[ XIII-E ]

//

[bonesandthebees]

Hi!

I don’t have any friends irl or online who knows anything about this whole mess of a situation, so I hope you’ll allow me to mull this over here or just scream into the void.

I just find the whole broader context of this whole issue fascinating in a deeply disturbing way. I was going to try to understand why dream acts the way he does, but I think I might drive myself mad doing so. Anyway, I think it’s very apparent the happy go lucky time of progressiveism online is over. Obviously, there has always been bad shit online and marginalised communities have been under fire for a long time. What I’m trying to say is there has been this illusion of progressive attitudes, which has eroded away and people are just saying the quiet part out loud these days.

I don’t know if dream is publicly shifting to draw in a right wing audience or if he completely lacks the ability to empathise with/is too stubborn to recognise other people’s feelings and perspectives. Neither options would surprise me tbh. I could go on, but I don’t want to spoil my evening and your whatever your time time of day is. Idk, weird guy.

Anyway, I hope you are doing well! 2025 have been a lot this far, huh? I watched eternal sunshine of a spotless mind this weekend, which made me read Alexander Pope’s Eloisa to Abelard and I finally got the title to World Forgetting. That fic is my all time favourite fic, so I have no idea why I didn’t look into the title before. That’s on me!

(I hope you’ll allow me the moon as a sign off. lol that reminds me that I need to put my tarot cards in the window just in case the full moon decides to show up)

– 🌕

hello welcome to the anon club!!! I shall call you full moon anon :)

it really is getting scary to see the backwards steps we're taking culturally right now. like with all the social media tech billionaires cozying up to trump and the way people are caring less and less about things like calling others slurs and of course the entire tradwife/hating on feminism/i'm just a girl tiktok bs. but I do try to remind myself that backwards steps like those are usually in response to progress. we've seen a huge positive shift in attitudes towards the queer community over the past decade and a half alongside other social issues like racism and feminism, so it's kind of expected that we were going to swing backwards at some point. the reason this is reassuring though is because it's a reminder that it's cyclical, meaning we will push forward again and make even more progress next time. we just have to (unfortunately) wait this out and keep trying to push forward.

ok now as for dream talk I am going to put this under a read more because I do not need to subject my followers to thoughts on what's going through his head unless they wanna see it

yeah, trying to understand dream's whole thought process here is really enough to give you a migraine. it just doesn't make sense because he is objectively making himself just look like a terrible person to work with to outside ccs (will leak your private dms if you ever have a falling out, might go on a huge essay length twitter rant about you if you ghost him, etc.) while also just annoying everyone who isn't part of his core audience. also, I feel like if you're trying to get a more right wing male audience I don't know if openly discussing how you're autistic is going to help you there given... yknow. how those people tend to be in regards to neurodivergent people. like I could be wrong but to me that just doesn't seem like the best strategy if that's where you're trying to shift.

so I'm inclined to think it's the latter: that he's too stubborn to recognize other people's feelings and perspectives. that seems to be where his head is at when he talks about his gripes with tommy and tubbo, especially when he calls tommy disingenuous for... not having the same opinions he did when he was 16? idk man I don't want to understand dream too much

2025 has been so much though. like what the hell.

BUT YEAHHHHH eternal sunshine of the spotless mind!! I hope you enjoyed that it's literally one of my all time favorite movies. and yeah that line from Eloisa to Abelard just hits so hard both in the context of the movie and just in general, so when I was writing a story about amnesia I knew I wanted to tie it into eternal sunshine somehow

[my-castles-crumbling]

Anon Advice Asks - April 8

tech bro anon (new), pg anon, dan anon (new), 6 anon, usaid anon

Tech bro anon

Heya Cas! I just want to say I LOVE your writing and you’re so generous with your advice

And I was wondering if you u had any advice on something I’m struggling with?

I used to use character ai since I was lonely, I couldn’t find any fanfics that I was into and I liked that character ai made me feel less lonely and I got to explore fake scenarios and stuff but then I learned how bad it is for fandoms and writers and artists so I haven’t used it in a long time

But now I feel really lonely, and there’s no specific fanfics that I want to read? I’ve been rereading, searching, etc., and I’ve been debating on writing my own since I’m not sure if other would like it, or if it would feel weird/not as good as character ai did

I don’t want to use it since it does more harm than good but what should I do when I’ve searched and can’t find anything I like?

I’m sorry if this sounds weird or soiled or like an “AI tech bro” or anything. I just want to know how to not hurt art/creativity, ya know?

Have a good one!

Hi!

I absolutely think you should write your own fanfic, it's so fun, and I guarantee whatever you write will be better than ai! Also, what about roleplay servers? it's like character ai with real people! I know a lot of people have fun with rp, and it's a fun way to socialize!

There are also fandom servers in general that are fun and a great way to socialize as well!

I'm sending you love <3

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PG anon

Wow, I can't imagine doing all those classes on top of everything you're dealing with right now. I know you feel like you should do more but I think you're right to be gentle with yourself and not force yourself to over-revise. If your grades are good, you're understanding the material, and you don't want to push yourself to the point of a breakdown, you know?

Okay as far as your friends-- the seven friends and the others. PLEASE tell adults. PLEASE. You cannot have lives on your hands. That's not your job, and that's a great way to bring you down a dangerous path too. It's not up to you to save anyone, let alone multiple people. Not only that, but in the nicest way, you don't have as much power as adults do. You need to ask for help--you can't do it all. PLEASE ask for help.

I'm proud of you for those positives and for seeing the positives. You seem like an amazing person and an amazing friend. You need to treat yourself with the same love you give others <3

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Dan anon

(Anon ask, from Dan in dms)

We messaged each other in dms but you said you prefer advice asks here, and yes, i do need advice.

Basically, there’s been really a mess within me and my friends’ lives, and the school we go to. I will try my best to explain.

I’m a trans guy, throughout this whole year, I have been trying to figure out my identity. Due to my situation at home and the previous school i went to, i believed it was safer for me to leave my trans identity behind. I sort of brainwashed myself into thinking that I could be happy like this as well, staying as my assigned gender. Spoiler alert: I was horribly wrong.

My parents don’t really understand trans people/identities, no matter what i tell them, i gave up on trying to explain myself a while ago. It feels pretty horrible that they will no longer give me support other than the financial one,, just for the fact that this school is private.

Now, this school we go to is alright, the subjects are good, teachers are mostly alright, some of them worse than others… The main problem is, i don’t really feel safe with being trans here. My friends really do support me and i support them as well but there have been some instances where we all didn’t really feel like we are welcome as lgbt+ students.

These things are also the reason I have struggled with keeping up with my studies. I still try my best…what makes me feel even more unmotivated is that if I fail to keep up, I don’t think my parents will want to invest in these funds my studies anymore. Like I understand that if I want to study here I also have to put in the effort, as I have promised…it’s just really not easy, some teachers gave me extended time to finish my assignments and some teachers really acted horrible about it when i tried to explain myself.

Returning to the lgbt+ discussion,, I am also bi. When I started transitioning earlier this new year and made a few guy friends, I noticed that, yeah, they also have friend groups with other gays, which made me feel really welcome. But i think i really started to have feelings for this one friend, i do think there’s potential…I’m just not really good at dealing with romantic feelings. I don’t know how to tell him. I’m also scared that if he does like me back and we end up together, that we will be even more unsafe as two guys in a relationship at school where it is not so safe for lgbt students. And then anothee thing is that even if he does like men, I’m scared he would not date a trans guy.

Something positive is that i have discussed some things about these romantic feelings with this one girl and she told me that she is sure he likes me as well, which would make sense. She also told me I should try to compliment him next time I see him, and well I mean i should have done that the day before yesterday because he had this really cool shirt i liked…oh well I’ll end this ask now or it will turn into a rant about someone i like hahah

Hi!

I'm so sorry, this seems like a lot to sift through and figure out.

Honestly, my advice is to do what makes you feel safe and comfortable. You seem to have some supportive people in your life (friends) and some not-so-supportive people. You have to think about and decide if being your authentic self (transitioning, dating, etc) is safe, and worth the potential backlash. And only you can decide that. For some people, it's SO worth it, and it makes life so much better. But for others, it might be better to go slow and form a support system first. That's a decision that you have to make on your own, I'm afraid. But the best thing to do is think about what YOU need and want and what's safe and healthy for YOU.

Sending love <3

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6 anon

Honestly I am so glad you cut your dad off. I know you love him and that's natural- he's your dad! But he sounds so unsafe. You deserve people who love you unconditionally.

I'm proud of you for 25 days! that's amazing, especially with everything going on with you! <3

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usaid anon

ts usaid anon and i dont have any one reason but i just need to say:

WHAT THE FUCK? WHO VOTED HIM IN? LITERALLY FUCKING WHO? WHO GENUINELY LOOKED AT THAT FUCKING BALLOT, THOUGHT OF THAT IDIOT ASSHOLE DICK OF A MAN AND THOUGHT "YES" THIS IS WHO I WANT TO REPRESENT AND RUN MY COUNTRY FOR THE NEXT 4 FUCKING YEARS THAT SOUNDS LIKE A DELIGHTFUL TIME. ANYBODY STILL DEFENDING HIM AT THIS POINT CANNOT BE SAVED. WDYM AFTER SEEING EVEYTHINGYOU THINK YEAH I STILL STAND BY IT. HOW???

Sorry i just had to get that out

Yeah. Yeah. I....I agree. It's terrifying. I also have been screaming more lately lol. I wish I had something comforting to say <3 I'm sending you hugs <3

[a-b-riddle]

Pen Pals Chapter One: Welcome to the Internet

I feel like most girls who claimed they loved world history either had a hot history teacher or a Percy Jackson obsession. Well, I'm not like most girls. I had both. I may have been failing math, but when I tell you I was passing history with flying colors...

It was 2009: I was a freshman in high school and at 14 years old, I was very impressionable. Full disclosure: I was not groomed. Well, by my teacher at least. My history teacher wasn't like that weird, over-friendly coach with the students. He was just hot. Very incredibly boring, but hot by my standards as a 14-year-old who up until that point had only kissed two boys, but read some very questionable fan-fiction. 

Our semester closed on the unit about World War II. It was the week of Christmas, we just finished our finals and we watched a movie I highly recommend called 'Pearl Harbor'.

That movie just kind of fueled my obsession with World War II. It's like those little kids who had a really nice nurse when they were sick and they grew up wanting to be nurses. I saw Ben Affleck in a WW 2 uniform and was fucking SET. 

Now don't get me wrong, I actually enjoyed it besides the hot actors. I loved the stories. I loved the heroes. Second Lieutenant Audie L. Murphy: The most decorated soldier of the war. He was credited for killing over 200 Germans. Corporal Desmond Doss was a medic, never picked up a weapon and saved 75 men by lowering them down from a freaking cliff. I cry every time I watch his interviews and if you want to know his full story watch Hacksaw Ridge. Then there was Private Steven Grant Rogers. Started out as an E-1 and then promoted to a O-3 (or a Captain) and was renamed  Captain America.

Just like how people think of Tom Brady when they think of the Super Bowl, I did the same thing when it came to Captain America and the war. Now, I don't want to say I idolized the man, but I did admire the hero.

My obsession made me major in History and later get a Master's in Conflict Management. Now, I was applying to one of the biggest companies in the nation: Stark Industries. Now, that was partly because I could not find a job anywhere and someone that I went to college with started working in HR and was able to get me an interview. It didn't have to do with anything pertaining to my degree, but it had been a while before I was able to find a job that paid this well. 

I felt like I was running my sponsor dry with his support and I had applied several times to multiple colleges in the city. I mean I had a freaking Master's degree with intentions of pursuing my Doctorate for crying out loud and the best I could do was be a personal assistant.

I was going to be a secretary. Nothing important, but the pay was more than exceptional. 

Stark Tower was intimidating to say the least. Over 90 floors and reflective glass windows. It hurt my neck to look directly up at it. 

When I walked into the building, security instructed me what floor to go to. When I got there, I was greeted with an empty desk. I waited several minutes downstairs before a strawberry blonde woman with cute freckles came down to greet me. "Hi, you must be the secretary applicant." She smiled. "I'm Pepper Potts. So you're resume here is quite impressive and Harrison in HR highly recommended you."

"Yes, I was so excited when he told me you had a position available."

"Usually, I would be doing the interview, but I'm afraid I have to head out on some other business, so if you want to take the elevator to floor 82, Mr. Stark will be waiting."

"Of course." I said holding a folder that contained all the documents he requested I brought in.

"Hello, Mr. Stark." I greeted.

"You must be Pepper's replacement."

"Oh," I said. "Is she not-"

"She's been made COO." He clarified. "She can't leave that easily."

"Oh, good." I said. "She seemed really sweet."

"To you, yes. To me, I can't do anything. Don't put your life in danger, don't challenge terrorists." He mocked. "She's no fun." He walked further into what I assumed was a common room of sorts. It gave no indication that he lived on that floor. There was a full bar and it looked more of a place he hosted parties. "So tell me a bit about yourself." He began to pour himself a drink. "Something that isn't on your resume."

"Um, well, I'm taking a course in French and Greek right now. Just online classes, nothing too time consuming. I prefer dogs over cats because I think that its important if you die, for your pet to at least be sad and I am the first one in my family to live in New York, that I know of. I'm the first girl to graduate with their Master's. I plan on eventually getting my Doctorate, but not for a while. I don't like hot coffee and I'm terrified of snakes."

"Who would actually prefer cats over dogs?"

"Pepper?" I asked to which he laughed, even though it wasn't that funny.

"I like you." He took a sip of his drink. "It's not liquor. Pepper has this rule that alcohol should only be consumed during certain times of the day."

"I think 9:30 on a Monday is acceptable. I was debating on getting Mimosas after the interview if it went well."

"And if it didn't?" He asked.

"I would say tequila, but I got food poisoning from the limes once."

"Really?" He asked.

"Yeah," I said. "I had about 15 limes and felt terrible the next day."

"I prefer a good scotch myself."

"I like anything that doesn't taste like alcohol. I'm really impressed that a bottle of wine can cost thousands of dollar, but I guarantee it can't be as delicious as a Moscow mule."

"I haven't had a Moscow mule in forever." He said. "They were my go-to in college."

"Where did you go to school?" His response was to point at a wall that was covered in awards and accomplishments. "You went to Andover?" I asked looking at his degree.

"Seven years." He said. "I really liked the science department."

"I've given a few guest lectures there. It's a lovely school."

"What was the topic of discussion?"

"The North African campaign during World War 2, but specifically the Battle of Ramree Island."

"History nerd. Nice." Mr. Stark replied sarcastically when the elevator door dinged. "Speaking of historical nerds."

If my legs could have physically turned into jelly at that moment they would. None other than Steve Rogers walked in with a blonde following dutifully behind. "Tony."

"Capscicle and the ice queen." He whispered too low for them to hear.

"Rogers, meet our new secretary." Tony introduced and started to head toward the elevator.

"It is such an honor, Captain Rogers." I said taking his outstretched hand.

"Please, call me Steve." He insisted. The blonde beside him remained quiet and eyed me up and down with a stoic expression.

"Not that I'm trying to cut you off, but I'll let you two old ladies reminisce on the glory days." Tony clicked the elevator door and waited until it dinged opened. "I have somewhere to be. Congratulations. You got the job. Blah. Blah. Blah. Monday at 9, don't be late." He pressed a button I couldn't see and the doors began to close. "Or do. I really don't care, but if you're late, bring coffee."

"He's..." I began, but couldn't quite pick the right word.

"Arrogant." Steve finished.

"I was going to say interesting." I said.

"So what 'glory days' was Stark referring to?"

"Oh. I gave a few lectures about a few battles at the University he went to. Nothing exciting."

"Well Mrs.-"

"It's just Miss." I said. That was stupid. Why did I say that? That was rude to cut him off like that. "Sorry." I apologized. Why was I apologizing?

"Well, Ma'am. It looks like we'll be seeing you Monday morning. If you're late Tony gets a triple shot of espresso and a disgusting amount of sugar in it."

"Being late isn't really my style. My mother always said if you're not early, you're late." Why was a quoting my zealot mother right now. Jesus, stop it.  Not like Jesus Jesus. You know what, never mind. "I think I can find my way out." I said.

The walk back home I felt my cheeks burn the entire time. I haven't even started and I'm already flustered. Jesus, get a grip.

Suddenly my phone vibrated in my pocket. It was him.

*So how did it go?*

*I got the job* I replied back.

*That's wonderful. I'm so proud of you* I couldn't deny the pride that swelled inside of me at his praise.

*Thank you, although I did make a complete ass out of myself*

*How so?*

*Well, my new boss introduced me to one of his partners and I felt like I made a fool of myself.* I typed. *Not partner in the sexual way, but someone he works with. He called Mrs. and I corrected him and said 'no it's just MIss' like it didn't even matter, he was just being polite. Then I quoted my mother. I was just flustered, but I start Monday.*

C didn't reply after that. We were supposed to have a date tonight so I'm sure he would just finish the conversation later. I had a caprese salad, but ate mostly the mozzarella. I showered, shaved and waited until I got a notification.

 *Sorry. Something came up. Regardless, I think you'll do great.* I smiled at his message, but was disappointment that he was cancelling our date tonight. Well the closest thing we came to date nights which usually ended in me being in an unsavory position.

Initially, C and I met on a chat forum in 2016. I was working on my senior seminar and had sort of an open ended question regarding the war. It was something along the lines of taking the notion that if a war on that scale were to happen in today's world in what ways would American citizens contribute to the war effort at home? Back in the 40s most companies like Ford made strictly military equipment. It was an honor to have a government contract whereas now it's more like any other business deal.

I received a lot of interesting responses, but a user named CR0876 replied that shifting the current American ideal of self-preservation to what we had before which was sacrificing for your country was the only way in which today's America could possibly aid in a war. I messaged CR0876 to further discuss the topic. 

He wrote me: All I am saying is we now live in a day and age where you have people who won't vaccinate their children simply because they choose not to. They don't have an issue with you vaccinating your kids, but not theirs. We eradicated some of the deadliest diseases that are still present in some third-world nations and you have entitled people who don't trust science to preserve the health and well-being of not only their children, but everyone they come in contact with. The reason that our life expectancy has shot up isn't because of ground breaking medical break throughs like chemotherapy, it is for preventative measures. Getting vaccinated. Getting checkups. Wearing sunscreen. Washing your hands after wiping your ass. 

A few minutes later he sent an apology for getting so riled up in his rant and I told him that no apology was needed and I completely agreed with him. From then on our friendship started to blossom. 

Most of our conversations had something to do involving the war, but then it got more personal. I felt comfortable with him. I talked about my time at college and what I was studying. We went from a few messages a week to communicating everyday. Eventually when graduation came around, I offered him a graduation ticket. I was a little disappointed to find out it was too far for him to travel. He asked for my mailing address. That he felt guilty for missing such a big event and he wanted to make it up to me. I was a little apprehensive. I mean, we were taught to never give your stranger your address, but I was an RA in a college dorm. I would be out into the real world soon and he wouldn't know my room number or what I looked like.

So I sent it.

A few weeks passed and I got a pair of beautiful pearl earrings with a card that read. A beautiful girl always needs a set of beautiful pearls. Congratulations on all of your hard work. -C

Four and a half years later and I still have that card. We still talk about the war. I recommend him movies, while he recommends books then we both point on the inconsistencies. It was stupid, but it was fun. Now, I just sort of tell him about my day to day life and he tells me small tidbits about his. It was earlier in 2020 when the pandemic hit that things started to get... well things just changed.

I had just moved to New York in early February to start teaching at a local college. I was going to start with May-mester classes, but then Covid hit and the world stopped. 

I had moved in with little to nothing. I had a few pieces of stuff for the kitchen and a bed. It wasn't much, but it was mine and I was damn proud of it.

My pride was short lived when I got the e-mail. In a panic, I sent him a message.

Hey can you talk?

Sure. What's up?

Is there anyway you can call me? I'm kind of in a bad place right now and I really don't have anyone else to talk to. I felt guilty as soon as I hit the send button. I'm not like going to hurt myself or anything I am just super stressed and if you have the time and energy, I just need to unload some stuff.

Seconds later my phone began to ring.

"What's wrong?" He asked. I took a deep breath. I can't believe this was the first time hearing his voice. It wasn't what I was expecting. I expected almost a pompous scholarly tone in his voice. But instead he was borderline on being batman. His voice was deep.

"They rescinded my offer." I took a deep breath. "I just spent all of my savings literally to move to this stupid freaking city and they told me over an e-mail 'we are sorry to inform you that your offer for employment has been rescinded until further notice due to the impending pandemic and the unforeseeable circumstances it holds. We deeply apologize for the inconvenience and wish you the best in your future endeavors.' They said sorry and good luck." 

There was a pause and I heard him sigh. "Sweetheart, I am so sorry." 

"Thanks." I rubbed the back of my neck. "Looks like that chapter closed before it got any good. I guess I can see if maybe I can do virtual learning for a high school, but I don't know if my degree is enough. I think you need an education degree to teach."

"But you always wanted to teach college..." His disappointment matched mine.

"I know..." I looked down at nearly clear streets of New York. "But I need a job, C." I sighed. "It's either that or call my parents and I would literally rather be homeless than ask them for help."

"How much?"

"What do you mean?"

"How much was your job going to pay you?"

"80k a year starting." I said and felt another wave of nausea wash over me. 80k wasn't much to some, but it was a lot for me and it would be doing something I loved.

"Tell you what, that is about 6 and a half grand a month. I will pay you 7 grand a month if you promise me not to give up."

"What?" I couldn't believe this. "There is absolutely no way I could ever accept that kind of money."

"It's not like I don't have it, Princess." He can't be serious. That's crazy. He never mentioned having money or being well off. 

"And what do you want in return?" The butterflies in my stomach began to churn. God I hope he wasn't wanting to do anything... unethical. "Surely you wouldn't do that just because you want me to be a college professor."

"Nothing." He said. "Absolutely nothing. I just want you to be taken care of and pursue your dream."

"I really can't let you do that."

"It's only temporary." He tried to assure me, but I still felt guilty. 

"C-" He was always so argumentative and authoritative over messaging and he matched it over the phone.

"I promise." He interrupted. "It won't put a dent in my wallet."

"Only until I have a full-time job." I tried to say.

"Until you become a professor."

"No," I said. "As soon as I get a job and can support myself."

"Sweetheart, it's not polite to argue."

"I appreciate it." I said. "I really do."

"So does that make your day a little bit better?" He asked.

"It does."

"Anything else gone wrong you need help fixing?"

"No." I responded and felt like a child and and adult came up to fix the mess I had made.

"Good." I heard him sigh. "I'm glad that was easy to fix and now, that I got you on the phone... it's nice to finally hear your voice."

Chapter Two: Confessions

[chewyfics]

Wherever You Go (I'll Follow) - Chapter 3 🔞

<- Chapter 2

Of course it couldn't last, destined to wake up in the middle of the night for no reason. He could only stay laying on his back staring at the ceiling for so long, Joshua's soft breathing suddenly too loud in the small space for him to cope with. He sat up with a sigh, thanking whatever god may exist that the other man was such a deep sleeper to not disturb his rest.

He tiptoed to his bag to fish through his clothes for the cigarette packet he'd buried deep. He never told anyone but Wonwoo that he'd started again, and that was purely because he'd caught him one night after a few drinks at Chan's. It wasn't like he was heavy, only having one when the world felt too much, but it still felt like a secret he should keep to avoid further confrontation. All Wonwoo did was pluck it from his fingers to finish it himself, anyway. 

He made sure to shove his phone and the room key in his hoodie pocket before closing the door behind him. He couldn't trust it to not magically lock itself somehow, and there was no way he would go over to the reception on his own in his pajamas. Knowing his luck, the weird woman would be back and that was the last thing he needed.

Perching on the top of the low wall at the front of the building, he lit the cigarette and breathed deep, welcoming the slight dizziness it brought. Against his better judgment, he tapped on the screen of his phone only to be met with the barrage of notifications he'd missed. Most were messages in the group chat calling out Joshua for being a dumbass, which did make him smile a little, but the couple of private ones from Seungkwan and Seungcheol immediately wiped it from his face. 

Please don't get hurt. Call if it's too much. I love you - Seungkwan

I know you. Call me when you get the chance - Seungcheol 

He took another drag and stared up at the few stars blinking from the inky sky, debating whether either was really an option at 2am. Seungkwan would definitely be asleep by then, but Seungcheol's sleeping schedule was as fucked as his, so might as well give it a shot. He added his cigarette butt to the one's scattered around the asphalt before tapping the dial button. It connected after the second ring.

"Hey," Seungcheol's gravelly voice traveled through the speaker, sounding as though he'd been asleep despite the way he'd answered so quickly. "You good?"

Jeonghan couldn't speak, the words trapped in his throat. He'd never been able to lie to his friend but telling the truth felt. Wrong.

"Hannie. Talk to me. I know something's up."

"Yeah," the word escaped as a sigh. "It's getting hard to not do something stupid."

The silence stretched for an uncomfortably long time before he got an answer. "Stupid like… yourself stupid? Or Shua related stupid?" 

"Both, I guess," he mumbled. "I can deal with me stupid, but being with him is just... I don't want to fuck it up. I feel like an idiot, Cheol. I should be over this by now."

Seungcheol hummed in response, seeming to be trying to choose his words carefully. If anything it made Jeonghan feel worse. He wasn't made of glass.

"I think you should let things happen. I can't tell you what's going through his head, and it's not my place to tell you how he feels, but you know he cares about you more than anything in the world. What's the worst that could happen?" 

"That is the single worst thing you could say right now," Jeonghan deadpanned.

Seungcheol snorted, turning over in bed judging by the sound of sheets rustling in the background. “I just think you're torturing yourself over nothing. You've basically been dating for years, dude. Like, we're all close. But you two are close close. Sometimes you're more gross than Seungkwan and Hansol, and that's saying something considering they've actually been dating for years.”

Jeonghan swallowed around the lump in his throat. He knew he was supposed to laugh, but by that point he was too tired. Physically and emotionally.

“Look,” Seungcheol sighed, voice softening when he got no reply. “Cheesy as it sounds, you should go with your heart. If you feel like there's a moment then just… go with it. He loves you. I can't tell you in what way exactly, but that much I can say.”

They didn't talk for much longer, exhaustion hitting them both hard, but Jeonghan had the sense to thank him before hanging up. Seungcheol was always the best to talk him down from whatever mental precipice he stood on. Besides Minghao, sometimes Jihoon, but that was mostly if he needed a metaphorical smack up the backside of his head. 

Steeling himself with a deep breath, he said a final goodbye to the stars and stepped back inside their room, thanking his past self for grabbing the key when he found it actually had locked itself behind him. Definitely ghosts.

He nearly jumped out of his skin when he spotted Joshua sitting up against the headboard, the brightness of his phone bathing his face in harsh blue light. Jeonghan couldn't meet his eyes, dropping the cigarettes into his bag and trudging to the bathroom to brush his teeth. The smell of smoke still clung to his skin, but he figured at least having better breath was the courteous thing to do. He needed to do it anyway considering he didn't earlier.

Joshua had put his phone away by the time he came back out but was still sitting upright, tipping his head to the side with a sad smile that Jeonghan could barely make out in the darkness. Nervously chewing on his bottom lip, he silently slipped back under the covers and laid on his side to face the wall. He barely registered the sigh from behind, body tensing as he was suddenly pulled back by an arm wrapped around his middle.

“You don't need to say anything,” Joshua whispered softly, breath tickling the back of his neck. “You don't need to tell me what's wrong. Let's just get some sleep, okay? We can talk about it in the morning if you want to.”

Jeonghan jerked his head in some semblance of a nod, weakly squeezing Joshua's arm and willing away the tears threatening to spill as sleep started to pull him away. Eyes slipping closed, he decided they would absolutely not be talking about it in the morning.

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Joshua actually did set an alarm for that morning, once again untangling himself from Jeonghan's limbs to switch it off. He rubbed at his eyes as Jeonghan sleepily grumbled about being woken up by the annoying sound, sitting up to avoid falling asleep again. Of course Jeonghan didn't feel the same, turning away onto his other side and wrapping himself up in the covers. 

"Morning, sleepy head," Joshua said through a yawn, petting Jeonghan's hair with a chuckle at him wriggling himself further down into the warmth. "Come on. We do actually need to get up to check out this time."

Jeonghan groaned, only sitting up to scowl at his friend when he had the covers ripped away. Joshua scrambled off the bed before the impending punch could land, grinning wide at Jeonghan's immediate whining. Apparently he'd already forgotten about the previous night. Probably for the best.

They spent far less time getting ready than the previous day, mostly because Jeonghan made sure to not space out for god knows how long this time. Their bags were basically already packed, which also helped with their timing to check out by 10. 

Joshua unlocked the car for Jeonghan to put their things in the back before jogging away to turn in the room key. He returned with a raised eyebrow when he saw Jeonghan in the driver's seat, rolling his eyes at him sticking his tongue out and pointing to the passenger side. Very mature. 

“What are you doing?” Joshua asked as he slipped into the seat, his lopsided smile making Jeonghan’s heart do a silly little backflip. “You don't even know where we're going.”

“I thought you said you didn't have a final destination in mind?” he snorted at Joshua's annoyed sigh, turning the key to bring the engine to life. “You drove the whole way here. And you're better at giving directions than me. At least let me drive to the next fuel stop. Please.” 

Joshua groaned, grumbling a “fine” before buckling his seatbelt and pulling up his playlist when his phone connected. Jeonghan noticed his maps app opening in his peripheral as he pulled out of the carpark, but didn't check to see the route he'd set. He didn't mind the occasional surprise. And he could guess the general direction they were headed judging by the road signs, anyway. 

His mind wandered a little as he hummed along to a vaguely familiar song playing through the speakers, Joshua’s soft voice not really helping his focus. He was a decent driver, but it was bound to happen when highway hypnosis set in. At least he wasn't as tired as usual. 

He thought back to the night before, or rather, earlier that morning. By then he was less unsettled by the situation, almost entirely because of Seungcheol. He didn't get emotional over friendships often, but he did have to put in effort to not tear up. He thought he did a pretty decent job, but Joshua seemed to sense something was wrong, best friend telepathy in overdrive. 

Jeonghan took a deep breath when he felt fingers tangle with his own, Joshua squeezing comfortingly while still gazing out the side window at the world zipping past. For that, Jeonghan was especially grateful. He might have actually broken down if their eyes met, and he didn't really feel like an early morning trip to the emergency room.

Thankfully, he'd gotten himself more under control by the time they made it to the petrol station an hour or so later, pulling off the highway to stop at the closest bowser. Jeonghan untangled their fingers to stretch his arms above his head, leaning back to not hit the roof as his spine popped, laughing at Joshua's nose scrunching up in disgust. 

They both got out of the car, Joshua beating him to the pump to fill the car. It wasn't even a competition, but he still looked smug about it. It was fine with Jeonghan. Not having to stand around waiting meant he could check out the energy drink selection inside. He'd take anything over shitty coffee. 

Joshua appeared at his side a couple of minutes later, going for a bottle of vanilla iced coffee without a second thought and wandering over to the snacks. Jeonghan figured it was probably best to not go for anything too adventurous in his current state, opting for a mango flavoured energy drink he'd stolen sips from from Wonwoo a while ago. He found Joshua squatting in front of a shelf, arms already overflowing with bags of chips and lollies that they both liked. 

“You think we need all of those?” Jeonghan asked, plucking a few of the packages from his arms before they dropped to the floor. 

“Of course we do! What's a road trip without snacks?” Joshua beamed up at him with a silly grin. “I can't believe we made it this far without them.”

Jeonghan rolled his eyes, but couldn't help his hopelessly endeared smile back. He could be cute when he wanted to be. 

Once again, Joshua beat him to the card reader when they dumped their goods on the counter. The worker didn't even raise an eyebrow, either used to travellers buying excessive amounts of sugar or too bored and tired to care. Saved any awkward small talk, anyway. 

Jeonghan slid into the passenger seat with their bag, done with driving for the day. Joshua shook his head with a sigh, but to be fair, he did say he'd take over to the petrol station. He perked up with the bottle passed to him after starting the car, moaning so exaggeratedly as he gulped down his coffee that Jeonghan fake gagged. He pulled back onto the highway with a giggle, continuing down towards the unknown. Unknown to Jeonghan, anyway.

The unfamiliar gradually became recognisable, a memory itching at the back of Jeonghan's brain as they passed a road sign with a vaguely familiar name. It still took a couple minutes of houses passing by for flashes of memory to hit him, images of old photos from Joshua's albums popping up in his mind. 

“This is your old hometown, right? From before we met?” he asked, eyes wide at his friend's answering hum. 

He stared out the windscreen as they passed through, brows rising as they turned off onto a side road. They came to a stop in a small carpark overrun by debris, a tall chain link fence looming at their side. Undeniably spooky.

“Have you finally decided to kill me?” Joshua snorted at the question, stepping out of the car with a groan. 

“Not today, no. Come on.”

Jeonghan followed, only then realising that the fence was actually enclosing an abandoned looking basketball court. There were large holes in the fence and the painted lines had faded to the point of almost disappearing entirely, but he remembered how it had looked in photos, a tiny Joshua standing in the center with a wide grin as he showed off a participation medal to the camera. It hurt his heart a little to see it so worse for wear.

“At least the hoops are still standing,” Joshua smiled softly as he rummaged through the boot of the car, producing a ball that Jeonghan somehow hadn't noticed. He barely managed to catch it when it was unexpectedly thrown at his chest, the weight of it showing that it could do with a little more air, but it was still usable. 

“First to 5?” Joshua's eyes sparkled as he passed through the gate, always one to make a challenge out of nowhere, and of course Jeonghan wasn't going to turn it down. 

They only used one half of the court, the other end a little too rough to make it worth it, so the points stacked up fairly quickly. Even so, they were sweating by the time they were at a 4 point tie. Jeonghan stopped in the center of the court, bouncing the ball in place as Joshua stalked towards him with a smirk only ever shown in a competition he thought he could win. Jeonghan mirrored the expression, obviously thinking the same. 

What he wasn't expecting was for Joshua to rush behind him and wrap his arms around his waist, spinning Jeonghan around in the air so quickly that it made him let out an undignified squawk before bursting into giggles. He managed to cling onto the ball even when Joshua placed him back on his feet, his vision a little blurry and the dizziness threatening to make him stumble to the ground. 

He only registered how close Joshua was standing when the world began to slow down. Their noses were only centimeters apart and he could feel Joshua's breath against his skin, his chest heaving and cheeks tinged red as he stared him down. Jeonghan’s heart skipped a beat.

The ball left his grasp without warning, Joshua running away with a cackle as he scored the winning point. Jeonghan’s heart splintered. 

Stupid. So fucking stupid.

He put on a brave face despite the bile rising in his throat, clapping for Joshua's victory as he walked over to pat him on the back. Joshua grinned up at him from where he was trying to catch his breath with his hands on his knees.

“So, what's your prize?” he asked, voice soft as he ran his fingers through Joshua's slightly sweaty hair.  

Joshua stood up straight, tipping his head to the side in thought. “Can I think about it?”

Of course Jeonghan nodded. He would give him anything, even if it broke him a little more each time. Stupid. Maybe he did need to call Jihoon.

“At least I thought to book a hotel online this time. No gross carpet in this one, I promise,” Joshua chuckled when they got back to the car, checking his maps app as he clicked in his seatbelt. 

Jeonghan hummed in acknowledgement, not really caring where they ended up as long as it had a shower. By that point he couldn't tell if his skin was so clammy from the game or his internal battle. Probably both.

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They were pulling into another carpark a few minutes later. Even in his kind of blank state, Jeonghan could tell it was considerably nicer than the somewhat questionable motel. Not that that was very hard. 

Joshua left him in the car to pick up their keys from the reception building. He closed his eyes and slumped in his seat, sighing deeply as his thoughts seemed to pass through mud. He knew it wasn't fair to be like this when Joshua was having such a nice time. Just another thing to feel shitty about, he supposed.

The sound of the driver's side door opening broke him from the beginnings of a spiral, opening his eyes to Joshua's soft smile from where he was hunched down in the opening. Jeonghan couldn't help smiling back, but he knew it didn't quite meet his eyes. He was just so tired.

He managed to walk up the stairs to their room despite the weight of his bag feeling a billion times heavier than it had that morning, following Joshua inside when he unlocked the door.

It was definitely more modern than the last place. White walls met white carpet, there was an uncomfortable looking couch separating the kitchenette from the living room-esque area and the bedroom was actually a separate space. It even had a microwave and a usable tv. Entirely normal. Entirely boring. He kind of missed the motel.

Jeonghan curled into the corner of the couch without looking through the rest of the place. He didn't care about how clean the bathroom was and definitely didn't need to see how they would likely have separate beds this time. It was better to just close his eyes and shove his shoulder into the hard arm of the seat.

“Mind if I take the first shower?” Joshua asked, voice barely above a whisper as he threaded his fingers through Jeonghan’s hair. He hated how much it made the tension leave his body. 

Jeonghan shook his head, or tried to with his cheek squished against the fabric, anyway. It seemed to get the point across well enough, Joshua leaving his side to rifle through his bag before closing the bathroom door. Jeonghan felt cold.

He forced his eyes open to take his phone out of his pocket. The groupchat had flooded his notifications but he couldn't bring himself to open it. It was enough to skim over the messages as he scrolled through, a few making the corners of his lips twitch up, but he cleared them all nonetheless. He opened his contacts, thumb hovering over ‘Eisa’ for a solid minute, but backed out at the sound of the shower being turned off. His phone dropped onto the couch cushion as his eyes closed in wait for Joshua to come back into the room.

The door opened to reveal Joshua rubbing a towel messily over his hair, steam that hadn't been caught by the fan wafting out around him. Jeonghan cracked open one eye, closing it again a second later with a sigh. He knew he had to shower too but he was just so drained.

“I'm thinking about picking up some food,” Joshua said after he dropped onto the other end of the couch. “Feel like anything in particular?” 

Jeonghan mumbled something resembling “not hungry” and curled himself up tighter. It wasn't not true, still feeling a little sick to his stomach, but neither of them had eaten much for the day and it was approaching normal person dinner time. Joshua made a disappointed little sound, annoyingly poking at wherever he could reach until Jeonghan relented.

“Oh my god just get whatever you want, asshole,” Jeonghan smacked his hand away, Joshua's giggle making it incredibly hard to keep the frown on his face. 

“I remember a place not far from here. I should be back before you get out of the shower, okay?”

Jeonghan knew that was him basically telling him to go without actually saying it. He sat up with a groan, rubbing his hands over his face and purposefully ignoring his friend's smug expression. No use being stubborn when he actually was kinda gross. 

The bathroom was as white as the rest of the place, unsurprisingly. A little headache inducing, if he was being honest. A little like a showroom. But he couldn't really fault it when the foot fungus threat was closer to 0 and the pipes didn't groan. The spray of water was immediately hot too, which was always a bonus. 

He did his best to not zone out this time, as much as he wanted to. He managed to get through washing his hair and scrubbing the sweat from his body in record time, putting on the soft hoodie and sweatpants he stole from Joshua's bag again without feeling like dying too. Pretty good achievement, in his opinion. 

He couldn't say the same when he opened the door to Joshua sitting at the little dining table, the food he'd promised sitting untouched in the bag like he'd been waiting for Jeonghan to come out. It was such a small thing, but his heart squeezed uncomfortably at the sight. 

He didn't realise tears had spilled down his cheeks until he was wrapped up in Joshua's arms.

His hands trembled as they scrunched up the fabric of his friend's shirt, knowing he was making a wet patch on his shoulder only making him cry harder. It was embarrassing. So, so embarrassing, but he couldn't stop the sobbing making his breath catch in his throat with Joshua's fingers running through his damp hair. Too much.

“Stop. Please, please stop. I can't do this.” 

He pushed at Joshua's chest, his own feeling tight at the way he was looking at him with such concern. He felt broken, stupid and selfish. So stupid to let it get to this point. Fuck Seungcheol for getting his hopes up.

“Can't do what? What happened?” Joshua looked hurt, but didn't try to touch him again, arms hanging by his sides. 

“This. I can't do this anymore, Shua. It hurts,” he managed to get out between gasps, fat tears still rolling down from his eyes. “I can't keep pretending. I love you. I love you so fucking much it hurts. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry.”

It was a relief to finally get it out, but looking into Joshua's wide eyes just made him feel worse. He was torn between wanting to vomit, or run, or maybe both. Instead, he covered his face with his hands as his body shook.

“Oh, Hannie. You're so dumb.” 

He didn't have time to look back up before he was crushed against Joshua's chest. His thoughts spun out of control, so confused that none of them stuck, left feeling dizzy with a headache quickly coming on. 

“You know I love you too, you dumbass. I always have. Always .”

His head was tipped up with a finger under his chin, unable to look away from Joshua's eyes shiny with held back tears of his own. He leaned in, leaving space for if Jeonghan wanted to push him away. Jeonghan closed the gap.

It was gross, snot and tears making it wet and salty but like hell he was going to pull away when Joshua's lips were so soft. Jeonghan felt Joshua's heart thundering under his palm, no doubts left in his mind that he didn't feel the same, even if it still felt entirely unreal. His breath still stuttered in the aftermath of his sobs, but he didn't care when it was being stolen anyway. 

It was Joshua who pulled back in the end, breathing heavily as he rested his forehead against Jeonghan's. 

“We're both stupid,” he whispered like a secret shared between them. “I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I love you.”

Jeonghan sniffled through a watery laugh, bringing their lips back together before he could keep apologising. He didn't need to. Fuck Seungcheol for being right. 

He whimpered into the kiss when Joshua brought his hand back to his hair, his breath stuttering for a different reason. He melted into it as their bodies pressed closer, no space left between them even if it was a little awkward with them still standing. 

“Isn't this going a little fast?” Jeonghan mumbled between them, finding it harder to stay on his feet with each passing second. 

“Is it?” Joshua tightened his grip on his waist. “Can't I make this my prize?”

Jeonghan giggled as he was lifted into the air by hands under his thighs. Sometimes he forgot just how strong Joshua had gotten, holding him like he weighed nothing as he walked in the direction of the bedroom. He was somehow still a little surprised to be dropped onto the only bed in the room, the soft mattress dipping with Joshua caging him beneath his body. 

“We don't have to do this if you don't want to,” Joshua mumbled against his throat, making Jeonghan shiver as his large hands made their way under his hoodie. 

“Shut up,” Jeonghan pulled at the hem of Joshua's shirt. “I only asked out of courtesy. I will actually die if you don't touch me.”

Joshua smiled against his skin before biting down on his collarbone, sitting back on his heels to pull his shirt over his head. He'd witnessed him shirtless a billion times, seen him entirely naked on more than one occasion, but it was different like this knowing he could touch.

Jeonghan leaned up to take off his own, feeling far too warm under the material,  but somehow Joshua openly staring made it worse. He ignored the blush that he knew had made its way to his bare chest, instead running his nails up over Joshua's biceps before digging them into his shoulders as Joshua dipped down to suck his skin between his teeth. It was grounding, in a way, helping the fog in his head clear before he could float away entirely.

Marks bloomed on his skin as Joshua's mouth wandered further down, deep purples against milky white. He whined when he pulled back from just above his waistband, the sound swallowed by Joshua's tongue poking between his lips. He gasped as their hips finally met, Joshua grinding down against him in a way that felt borderline illegal. 

“I meant what I said before. I will die if you don't touch me.”

“I am touching you,” Joshua grinned at his unimpressed expression, gripping his waist as if that was what Jeonghan was asking for. Of course he could even make sex annoying.

Jeonghan rolled his hips up in retaliation, the grunt he got in return feeling like a victory. Obviously Joshua was just as affected. 

“What do you want?” Joshua bit down on the shell of his ear, voice low but still soft in the way only he could do. “I'm down for anything, honestly.”

“You have no idea how many times I've thought about you fucking me,” Jeonghan moaned, nails scraping down the skin of his broad back. “But I don't think we really prepared for that. Lube wasn't at the top of my packing list.”

“Uh, well, I may have some,” Joshua had the decency to look embarrassed. “It wasn't because I hoped this would happen, I swear. I already had it in my bag.”

Jealousy tugged at Jeonghan’s heart but didn't have time to settle before he added “It’s for me. I haven't been fucking around. I think you would know if I was, dummy.”

Jeonghan ignored the satisfied purr in the back of his mind, instead letting flashes of Joshua bent over with his long, thick fingers shoved inside himself flow through. He roughly dragged Joshua's head back down, teeth clacking together but he couldn't bring himself to care.

“Get it before I seriously consider fucking you instead,” he nipped at Joshua's bottom lip, smirking at his shaky moan.

He wiggled out of the rest of his clothes after Joshua all but jumped from the bed to get to his bag, refusing to let himself get embarrassed and cover his body. He wasn't going to fuck this up for himself now.

Joshua rushed back in a second later, blinking owlishly at Jeonghan's naked body before snapping himself out of it and taking off his own loose pants. He licked his lips, looking nervous for the first time since they started. Jeonghan sat up on his knees, just as nervous but knowing he would need to take the lead. 

“Come here,” Jeonghan crawled to the edge of the bed, fingers curling over the waistband of his underwear and tugging down. “I want this. I promise.”

Joshua took a deep breath as his final piece of clothing dropped to the floor. It didn't seem to help that Jeonghan was openly staring at the dick in front of his face, but he couldn't help it. Yeah he'd seen it before but not hard . Knowing he was the cause made his head spin even if he was clearly in the same situation.

He took his hand to pull him back towards the middle of the bed, laying on his back and spreading his legs despite how badly he wanted to curl in on himself. He was used to putting on a front of false confidence, but this was different. It wasn't every day that he got his dick out for the person he'd stupidly pined over since he was a teenager. 

Joshua dropped the bottle of lube next to the pillow under Jeonghan’s head, pressing a gentle kiss to his lips before settling on his stomach between his thighs. Jeonghan raised his head with a confused little noise.

“What are you-”

The breath was punched from his lungs as Joshua licked a wet stripe up the length of his cock, dropping heavily back onto the bed and reaching for Joshua's hair. He expected to be taken into his mouth, jolting at the feeling of his cheeks being spread and a tongue pressed to his hole instead. He couldn't even remember the last time he was eaten out, sending a thank you to the universe for remembering to clean well in the shower. He didn't want to think about how, but Joshua was fucking good at it. 

His fingers tightened in Joshua's hair as he got messier with it, spit running down his chin, alternating between pushing just inside and laving over it. Jeonghan’s thighs shook with the effort of not clamping around his head, his hips moving of their own accord when Joshua wrapped his hand around his dick to stroke in time with a finger pushing in beside his tongue. 

“If you don't stop I'll come before you even think about fucking me,” his words held no bite, barely forming between gasps.

“You can't come twice?”

Jeonghan could only meet Joshua's dark eyes for a second before his body tensed, come shooting up his stomach as Joshua held his knees apart before he could squeeze too hard. He barely registered it being licked from his stomach, scratching at Joshua's scalp as he came down from the high. 

“That was quick. You good?” he opened his eyes, not realising he'd closed them in the first place, to find Joshua looking up at him from where he'd rested his chin against his chest. 

“Yeah. Yeah, I'm good. Just give me a second.”

He smiled at the giggle pressed against his skin before squirming away from Joshua's wandering hands tickling his sides. Annoying.

Joshua kissed away his pout, the taste of his come lingering on his lips, before gasping against his mouth as Jeonghan took his neglected cock in his hand. He reached for the lube before he could get too carried away, much to Jeonghan’s disappointment. He felt warm and thick in his palm, imagining how he would feel on his tongue, but it seemed that would need to be another time. Just the idea of another time made him feel a little insane.

He felt even more insane with a now cold and slick finger pushing inside. He hadn't even registered the sound of the lube cap clicking open, the feeling taking him by surprise when his body had only just relaxed. Joshua kissed away the mild discomfort before moving, crooking his finger in a way that made Jeonghan moan into his mouth. It wasn't long before he added a second, then a third, Jeonghan's body opening up surprisingly well despite his nerves.

“Enough. Please, Shuji. It's enough. Fuck me.”

Joshua groaned, sitting back to watch his fingers inside for another moment. Jeonghan supposed he could let him be a little self-indulgent, but not for too much longer considering how ridiculously quickly he'd gotten hard again. He cleared his throat, snorting at the way Joshua shook his head to focus.

The smile was wiped from his face when Joshua finally pushed in, wrapping his arms around his neck with a moan. Cliche as it was, he thought he might cry again. He was overwhelmed even without Joshua moving yet, still not quite believing any of it was real. Only Joshua's damp skin beneath his palms and heavy breath against his throat kept him from floating away entirely. It took a few seconds to register that Joshua was mumbling something between kisses to his chest, making a questioning sound to have him repeat what he'd missed.

“I love you,” he said a little louder, finally pulling back to slowly grind his hips forward. “I know it sounds cheesy like this but fuck. I really do, Hannie. I love you.”

Jeonghan whined high in his throat, embarrassed because it was pretty cheesy, but he made himself say it back as coherently as he could. Somehow that was what made Joshua speed up, sweat dripping from his forehead as Jeonghan was bounced further up the bed. A little unexpected, but not entirely surprising considering how emotional the whole situation was. 

Joshua groaned as Jeonghan’s fingers flew back to his hair, tugging his head back up to meet his lips. They shared breaths more than actually kissing, moaning into each other's mouths, but it was the best they could do with Joshua's hips snapping harder by the second as he pushed them towards the edge.

“Hannie,” his breathing came out ragged, clearly getting close. “I'm gonna… where-”

“Inside. Come inside. Please, Shua. My Joshuji. Wanna feel you. Make me yours.” 

Joshua made a wounded sound, sitting up to grip Jeonghan's waist. Jeonghan looked down to where his hands covered his stomach, crying out at the sight of how tiny it made him look under his large palms, like he was made to fit. Puzzle pieces finally slotting together.

He shuddered as he came for the second time, not even needing to be touched as it crashed through his body. He only just had the sense to force his eyes open as Joshua's hips slammed into him a final time, the sensation of being filled feeling a little like a religious experience. 

Joshua all but collapsed on top of him after pulling out, Jeonghan clinging to his body before he could even think to roll off. It was uncomfortable, their bodies slick with sweat, but it was worth it to feel Joshua giggle against his chest. Anything was worth that.

“Lovely as this has been, I'm probably still going to have a breakdown later, you know,” Jeonghan mumbled into his hair, getting another short laugh back.

“I wouldn't have you any other way,” Joshua leaned up to give him a proper kiss, close-mouthed and sweet. “But can you do it after we shower? We're gonna feel pretty awful in, like, two minutes, and I'm not the one with come in my ass.”

Jeonghan snorted before pushing him away and sitting up, body stiff and sore from being in the same position for so long. Joshua pulled him up off the bed by his hands, stealing another kiss before leading them out of the room without bothering to put their clothes back on.

Jeonghan froze in the doorway. “Oh, shit.”

“What? Are you hurt?” Joshua turned back to him in concern, frowning as he looked over his body to work out what had happened.

“First of all, half the come is no longer in my ass and you were right about it feeling terrible,” Jeonghan felt his face grow warm, but it was true. It did feel terrible. “But I was actually going to say that the food's gone cold.”

Joshua stared at him for a moment, expressionless as his eyes flicked from Jeonghan to the crumpled bag on the table. His lips quirked up a little, then burst into laughter as he gathered Jeonghan into his arms.

“At least this place has a microwave.”

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“I don't know if I'm supposed to be happy for you or mad that it took so long,” Seungkwan grumbled, batting Hansol's hands away when he tried to pull him closer on the other end of the couch.

They should've known they would get shit for what they had been putting everyone through, on top of the whole disappearing thing, but it wasn't expected to be as soon as they got to Seungkwan's. Their entire group of friends being packed into his small apartment wasn't expected, either.

“I'm just glad you finally got your shit together,” Jihoon rolled his eyes from where he sat on the floor, flopping backwards to lay in Junhui's lap. “Watching you two be miserable over each other was exhausting.”

“You're welcome, by the way,” Seungcheol's eyes twinkled when they met Jeonghan’s, linking their fingers together and squeezing tight. It was overwhelming, even a little heartbreaking, if he was being honest. A little too much.

Jeonghan closed his eyes and leaned more heavily into Joshua's side, exhausted and still too emotionally raw to be dealing with all this, but didn't let go of Seungcheol's hand. He would definitely be crying in his arms if they were alone, so maybe it was better this way. Easier on his heart even if his friend could see right through him.

He jolted back up straight when he got a lap full of Seokmin, losing his grip on Seungcheol as Soonyoung wriggled between them and nuzzled at his shoulder. He couldn't help cooing at the sight of his boys tearing up, swiping his thumbs over Seokmin's cheeks when they spilled over.

“We really are happy for you guys,” Wonwoo bent over the back of the couch to wrap his arms around Joshua's shoulders, Minghao appearing a moment later to perch on the armrest at his side. “But god don't fuck off without telling us again. You don't want to know how much we spent on tissues when Kwannie got it in his head that you'd actually died.” 

Chan fell from where he sat on the arm of another chair as he cackled at the sight of Seungkwan's quickly spreading blush,  landing straight in Mingyu's lap. He groaned at the sudden weight dropped on his thighs, but wrapped his arms around Chan's waist to pull him into a more comfortable position, anyway. 

Jeonghan looked around the room, letting his eyes linger on each of his friends as he gently rubbed Seokmin's side. They had mostly started chattering amongst themselves, the vibe settling into something more comfortable now that they'd said their piece, even if Seungkwan hadn't quite lost the colour in his cheeks and Soonyoung was patting his eyes dry with the sleeve of Jeonghan’s shirt.

He felt terrible for the day and a half of chaos they'd accidentally caused, but also so very cared for. So very loved by their funny little family. 

He was startled from his mushy thoughts at the feeling of his hand being taken, Joshua's fingers gently interlacing with his own. His eyes were misty when they met, and Jeonghan knew that he'd been thinking the same. They were loved and supported by the people that mattered most. They were okay.

Somehow, after everything, they were okay.

[traumasurvivorshelpingsurvivors]

medical negligence tw i suppose? im not sure.., i reference having experienced childhood abuse but do not specify what kind or anything about it, but i apologise if i missed something

looking for advice preferably

hi!!

i've been trying to work out if i'm a system/have did for a while now. i've tried going to my mental health team but either they ignore it or one time i was asked "are u on tiktok bc multiple personalities is very rare" and then the dr didnt consider the symptoms further. i tried bringing it up with my gp but i think he thought i was actively psychotic. i have no option to go to another mental health team as i am in the uk under the nhs and cant afford private therapy

i definitely experience significant disassociation (derealisation and depersonalisation) as well as significant memory gaps which is documented by my mental health team, but no one seems to be taking me seriously on anything else. idk if maybe im just completely wrong and thats why?

i have done the des 2 and sdq 20 questionnaires and scored high enough that it would indicate did, but obviously this is not diagnostic.

idk anyone who is part of a system i can talk to and i feel completely alone in my experiences i just want to be able to say to myself ok that makes sense ur probs part of a system or no that doesnt seem right but ur definitely struggling with something but i just dont know how i can do that myself. im so overwhelmed by all of the information.

ive had a lot of symptoms that are early indicators (from what i can tell from what ive read) for a long time, but the "switching" (which i think it is) has only started happening relatively recently, as ive begun to uncover some memories of childhood abuse i was previously unaware of. its also not for long periods of time and i have no real understanding of whats going on with it either (none of the others has a name afaik)? i have distinct memory of the the others getting extremely angry when i was made aware of their presence for the first time which i think is making things more difficult. there is a complete communication barrier almost constantly between me and them where i know what theyre talking about but i cant be involved at all. there is a lot of other stuff too but i dont want to burden u with a full list of symptoms.

i just feel so lost, i just want to be able to go through my experiences with someone who understands or has experience with did/being a system but i just dont know where or who i would even go to?

tysm for ur help!!

Hey anon,

It can be very frustrating when your medical team doesn't take you seriously. I would also posit that if you have other diagnoses, they may discourage your team from looking into a systematic dissociative disorder. However, that's still not an excuse for their blatant disregard and dismissal of your concerns. You deserve better.

I suggest keeping track of your dissociative episodes, moments and times you feel you have "switched," what caused those instances, etc. I would also find some DID/OSDD/etc communities that are welcoming of questioning people, or those struggling with knowing if they have those disorders or not.

No one here can diagnose you as we do not know your whole history, or you personally. But we are happy to answer any questions you have.

This is a link I have to a post about DID/OSDD/etc and self-diagnosis which may be of use to you. It is based on the DSM-V, which your professionals may or may not use as you are in the UK. The ICD-11 is open source, and you should be able to find the information on DID/OSDD within that via a Google search.

If you have Discord and are over the age of 18, I have a specific server in mind which you may be able to find community with, and would be happy to link that for you if needed. Simply send in another ask and let me know you're looking for that link.

Best of luck,

~Mod Night

[lovely-peace]

Loving lies incorrect quotes

Masterlist Prologue - - - Part 7

So... I realized that my characters in my story don't have many moments. I can't write all the moments i would like to so i made something like behind the scenes for you, so you can connect with these characters. And for fun all of these are canon in my story.

It was only a little idea and I hope you will enjoy these <3

Maya and Lydia

Maya: You're ignoring all your problems. Lydia: I know. Maya: You also know it's an unhealthy coping mechanism? Lydia: I'm ignoring that fact as well. Maya:

Lydia: You know me, Maya, I don’t take any shit. You know what I say to my haters? Maya: What? Lydia: I say: “Please don’t hate me, I’m really nice.”

Maya: Can you keep a secret? Lydia: Do you know anything about my love life? Maya: No, I don't. Good point.

Maya: I’ve become a bread crumb dealer to four crows at the black lake. They pay me with a bit of everything. Like shiny things, fabric, or pens. But recently they paid me with a 20 dollar bill they found somewhere. So I decided to buy them some more expensive bread. They loved it. So they understand what to do. Give me money. I’ve probably racked up about 200 dollars at this point. Is it morally wrong though, I mean. They’re the ones who steal the money from others. Or perhaps they just have a big pile laying somewhere. Should I keep on doing this? Lydia: You sound like the start of a Batman villain.

Maya: Caffeine no longer keeps me awake while class, so instead I have every morning Lydia saying ‘we need to talk after class.’ It gives me the right amount of adrenaline and fear I need to keep going.

Seraph and Sirius

Seraph : Are you alright with constructive criticism? I don't want to sound mean. Sirius: No, go ahead. I want to hear it. Seraph : You two suck together. Sirius: That's not constructive criticism.

Seraph : Quick! You must come with me! Your in great danger! Sirius: Why?! Seraph : Because I’ll kill you if you don’t.

Seraph: Is this mistletoe? Sirius: Uh, no, no, that is basil. Seraph: Too bad cause if it was mistletoe I was gonna kiss you. Sirius: Yeah, no, it’s still basil.

Seraph and Leander

Seraph: Why is it so hard for you to believe me?! Leander: … Seraph: Oh, right. The lying.

Leander: Come to think of it… You’ve always been nice to me. Leander: I mean, you listen to all my problems- Seraph: No, Leander I just simply stand here while you talk, there’s a big difference.

Leander: Why are you like this?? Seraph: I used too much "No More Tears" shampoo as a kid and I haven't felt a single emotion since.

Leander: So we're gathered here today for a very special reason and I think you'll all agree with me here. Leander: And if you don't well then fuck you. Leander: I'm looking at you, Seraph, you jealous mop.

Seraph: Wait you like me? For my personality? Leander: I know, I was surprised too.

Seraph: Dammit, Leander, you ruined everything between me and Sirius! Leander: You’re welcome.

Seraph and (y/n)

Seraph: Whisky, can I speak to you for a minute? In private. (Y/n): Ooh, someone's in trouble. It's me. I don't know why I did that.

Seraph: Deep down, I'm sure I was always pretty okay with you. (Y/n): Thanks, Seraph! Seraph: It wasn't a compliment, numbnuts.

Seraph: You’re overthinking this. (Y/n): You don’t know the appropriate level of thinking, Seraph. What if I’m underthinking?

Lydia and friends

Lydia: My heart is guarded but like… very poorly. The kind of guards that would let 3 kids in a trench coat into an R rated movie.

Lydia: The only straight I am is a straight-up badass.

Lydia: How late were you up last night? Luis & Luke, in tandem: Me? Lydia: No, not you two. You stay up late all the time. Lydia, (thinking Maya was on a date) to Maya: You.

Luis: What's worse than a heartbreak? Lydia: Stepping on a cat's tail and not being able to explain that you're sorry.

Luis: Hey, what are you reading? Luke: This is my magic book where any ink spilled shows a scripture of the future, however it bears a curse making it broken, and as such in order to make any scripture appears, I have to do it myself. Luis: Impressive! I must have it for myself! Maya: So it’s just a Notebook? Luke: It’s just a Notebook.

Luis: Something tells me Lydia's going to be a bit more unhinged today... Lydia, holding a lit match and a bag of cheetos: Leave me be, Maya isn't home to stop me, I'm going feral.

Luis: For most of human history, vehicles had automatic collision avoidance and could even take you home if you were asleep or drunk. But then we got rid of the horse. Luke: You complete moron. You stupid fucking idiot. "Cars would be better if they could bite and shit" – that was you just now, dumbass. Luke: "Wouldn't it be cool if cars could piss? Wouldn't it be cool if cars could fuck?" Fuck off. Maya: It would be cool if cars could fuck. Lydia: We... We still have horses.

Sirius and Leander

Sirius : Why can’t we all just get along? Leander: Because most of us are assholes, Sirius.

Sirius: Sorry I'm late, I was doing stuff. Leander: YOU PUSHED ME DOWN THE FUCKING STAIRS!

Leander: Let’s not Sirius this into a worse situation than it already is. Sirius: Did you just use my name as a verb?

Leander, to Sirius: You wanna fight? All right, let’s take this outside. The stars are so bright tonight and the moon looks so nice. Here, hold my hand—

Slytherin friend group

Damien: Remember that time you dared me to lick a swingset? Phina: No, I said "Damien, don't lick that swingset" and you said "Don't tell me what to do" and licked the swingset.

Damien: I'm so happy, I could kiss you! Phina : Um…Neat. later Phina , lying face down on their bed: I said "Neat," Leander. Who the fuck says neat these days? It's not neat to say neat but I said it anyways because I'm fucking stupid. Leander, reading a book: Don't beat yourself up too much, Phina . Everyone gets nervous sometimes. Remember what I did when Seraph kissed me at the lake? Phina : Didn't you thank her? Leander: closes the book and looks at the ceiling I fucking thanked her.

Seraph: Does anyone know how to relax? Asking for a friend.

Seraph: Cassie, where’s your report card? Cassie: My friends stole it from me at school, so now I don’t have it anymore. Seraph: Do you think I’m stupid enough to believe that lie? Cassie: What lie? Seraph: That you have friends.

Seraph: I think we can all agree I’m the ten amongst these threes.

Seraph: I am literally evil incarnate. Seraph: I’m not actually, I just enjoy being evil. Seraph: Which I think actually makes it even more evil because I’m making a conscious effort.

Phina: Seraph has no idea I’m high. Seraph: You’re high? Phina: Oh, I’m sorry. Phina, leaning over to Cassie: Seraph has no idea I’m high.

Seraph: When life gives you lemons, don't make lemonade. Make life take the lemons back! Get mad! I don't want your damn lemons, what the hell am I supposed to do with these? Demand to see life's manager! Make life rue the day it thought it could give Seraph lemons! Do you know who I am? I'm the person who's gonna burn your house down! With the lemons! I'm gonna get my engineers to invent a combustible lemon that burns your house down!

Leander: Someone take me to art museums and make out with me. Damien: But they said not to touch the masterpieces. Leander: Well somebody's got to pin the artwork to the wall. Seraph, on a walkie talkie: This is Seraph, those idiots are fucking around in the East wing again.

Damien, putting his hands over Phina's eyes: Guess who! Phina: It's either Damien or the cold, clammy hands of death. Damien, putting hishands away: It's Damien! Phina: Dammit.

Leander: I’m gonna die alone. Cassie: Leander, you’re not gonna die alone. Leander: Seraph, was my safety net, okay? She and Sirius got together and now I have to get a snake. Damien: Uh-huh. Why is that? Leander: If I’m gonna be an old lonely person, I’m gonna need a thing, you know? A hook. Like that guy in the subway who eats his own face. Leander: So I figured I’ll be “Crazy Man With A Snake”, you know? Crazy snake man. Leander: Then I’ll get more snakes, call them my babies. Kids won’t walk past my place, they will run! RUN AWAY FROM CRAZY SNAKE MAN!

Damien, in a horrible German accent: Bill Nye is on break, I'm Bill Nein. Seraph: Can I go to the bathroom? Damien, in the same horrible German accent: Nein!

Damien: Am I right, Leander? Leander: I’m almost certain you’re not, but to be fair, I wasn’t listening.

Phina: Hey, Seraph, are you free on Friday? Like around eight? Seraph: Yeah. Phina: And you, Leander? Leander: Umm… yes? Phina: Great! Because I'm not. You two go out without me. Enjoy your date! Leander: Did she just-

Bonus:

Lydia, pointing at seraph: I hate her. Maya: I don't like her either but why do you hate her? Lydia: She is in every single chapter. Even the short ones! I just have one long conversation with the protagonist. Just one in which I tell her secrets we share! Maya: You have what. Lydia: You don't? Leander: At least you have conversations with the protagonist! I only have one in which I destroy her self-esteem and get in a fight with Sirius! Damien: Please don't complain about that. Luke: At least you had more than two sentences. Phina: I had literally no conversation with the protagonist. I only made fun of them. I only interact with Seraph and Cassie. Leander: At least I have many interactions with Seraph. Phina: Fuck you. Cassie: Wait you guys said something?Phina: Shut up. Cassie: Sorry. Seraph: What are you talking about? Lydia: Nothing. Seraph: Are the side characters fighting? Maya: Please, piss off. Seraph, laughing: I'm so relieved I'm not a side character. Luis: Well I was in two stories just saying. Seraph: Fuck you. Laughing in the distance. Sirius: Amateurs.

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(@/eviltothecore13 on 10/10/22 in the replies of this post):

Please, please, stop saying “the homeschooling movement” as if there’s one homeschooling movement across the whole world! this post is so US-centric… there are parts of the world where the majority of homeschoolers are not religious at all. I was homeschooled in the UK after my parents took me out of school because of the abuse I suffered there. We are not Christian or religious at all.

My best friend at my homeschool group was Jewish, taken out of school by his very left-wing mother after he experienced horrific antisemitism as well as bullying for being autistic. Most of the rest of us were not particularly religious, there were a couple of Muslims, and yes a handful of people who were to some extent Christian but that wasn’t their motivation for homeschooling. My parents never hit me. My teachers at school thought they should have done.

Was it ideal? not in every way, no. It costs money, it’s not accessible to poorer families or to families where both parents are out at work all day, and seeing different people every day at various groups and classes but never seeing any one person more regularly than once a week does make it harder to form close friendships (then again, it means you don’t end up inescapably trapped with the same bully every day.)

But we were a group of people who had tried the school system, public and private, been mistreated, been traumatised, had the schools try to blame it on us simply being “bad kids,” and found our parents were our only allies and the only people still willing to even TRY to give us an education. It was a rural county. If you got a bad reputation at one school it would follow you to the next because everyone knew each other and teachers gossiped about their students.

Whereas the homeschool group and the tutors there welcomed you whether you were autistic, ADHD, dyspraxic, dyslexic, dyscalculic, atheist, Jewish, Muslim, a POC, GNC (to my knowledge no-one was out as queer, but only because we were all young and figuring it out and we were in a homophobic area in general—the environment was certainly far less homophobic than school though, and definitely none of my friends who did go to school were out as queer at that age either)

It can be horrible. If the parents don’t have the child’s best interests at heart, if they’re authoritarian, then it can indeed put a terrible amount of power in their hands. If the parents are like mine, who listen to the child and respect them as a person, who consider it their JOB to listen to their child’s wishes and do their best to make them happy, then it gives far more power to the CHILD than the school system does.

If I disliked a tutor or a textbook or anything about my education, I could discuss it with my parents and we’d find a way to change it. It is MUCH harder to do that in the school system—believe me, as someone who tried to express my problems with teachers who abused me to the school system MULTIPLE times and NEVER got the school system to fire someone or even to put me in a different class.

And you say “the homeschooling movement” when you seem to only mean the American Christian one… I’d never heard of the HSLDA before this post, they’re NOT A THING over here, apparently they’re a “Christian organisation” which immediately makes me distrust them, but homeschooling here has NOTHING to do with that movement, please stop acting as if the American experience is universal!

I suffered infinitely more from the stigma around homeschooling (from other kids: “so, why can’t you go to school? is there something wrong with you? are you [r-slur]?” “oh you're homeschooled? I bet you don’t even know the alphabet, I bet you’re stupid”—I took the same GCSE exams as every schoolkid while I was homeschooled and got all A*s) and from feeling like I had to be perfect to prove that stigma wrong than from anything to do with homeschooling in itself.

If I ever have children (which I don’t currently plan to) or ever find myself in a position of responsibility for a child, unless our school system and government has been radically reformed, I could not in good conscience send them to school to go through what I did when I was at school.

And even if under one government things improve… the next could fuck it up again… we used to have Section 28 banning schools from teaching kids that being queer was at all acceptable… imagine if that was brought back…

If an oppressive government comes into power, and the schools are suddenly teaching kids “people like you [your families, your friends, etc] don’t deserve human rights,” I think there needs to be a way for children to still get an education outside of the school system (though let’s face it, an oppressive government would quite possibly make homeschooling illegal anyway, the Nazis did).

Children should not be faced with a situation where their ONLY way to get the qualifications needed to go to university, get a job, etc is to go through an oppressive and abusive school system. They need to have the choice of whether to go to school or not, not be forced to go somewhere that abuses them with no alternative.

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[alanshee-keeper-of-realms]

Drabbles of how I would handle Evil Mickey in a universe like the Chip and Dale Universe

Authors Notes: Cameos of OC kiddos are also here, but they add a bit of a kick needed to spice things up, Goofy may be OOC due to how he's treating Max. But I figure if he can be the nice guy, he'd also be the ass kisser who does everything Mickey says, even when it comes to his own kid,

Again these are drabbles of me messing around with the idea,

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He eyed Donald, taking a drag of his cigarette, this was a challenge, fine if the duck wanted to play he'd do the same,

“I mean, I was the one to first show you love.” He said slowly, the duck looking down, bingo the achilles heel”You're just not my type. That's the unfortunate nature of Love, besides you have Jose and Panchito now, and I have Minerva. So we both don't want this to end up....messy. Behave or else I will make this very messy,

Donald nodded straightening, as Mickey sighed taking another drag before letting smoke roll out as he questioned,

“You said you had something important to tell me?”

“ Goofy's son-”

An eyebrow raised as the toon tapped the cigarette on the ashtray,

"Oh that one? The one that has been snooping around Yakko Warner, getting cozy with him and his siblings,” he tossed down a folder full of photographs and notes,”They aren't subtle, my private mice investigators sniffed them out almost immediately... you know how we feel about crossing”

The duck toon swallowed, as the mouse shrugged,

“He can keep his little tryst if he wants, but he is no longer a Disney if he wants anything further if he wants to be a Warner he'll be a Warner. Isn't that right Goofy?”

The mouse looked over his shoulder to the said Dog toon who was working the accounting books. He nodded, averting his eyes as he answered,

“I only apologize that I did not teach him better. You know I've taught him that Crossing is forbidden,”

Donald rolled his eyes muttering,

"But you may want to hurry. He's already crossed a line that you would infuriate you.”

The mouse's eyes gleamed, a simmering malice hidden behind a false smile, Goofy also rumbled out in a dangerously low voice,

“What did he do?”

The duck produced a sheet of paper, setting it down and sliding it over,

“I snagged this off of his phone sir,”

The mouse scooped it up, reading the messenges,his hand slowly fisting crumpling the paper before he shoved it at Goofy,

“Get Iger now. Max is no longer welcome at our company. Stupid brat," he side eyed the dog toon," I told you and Marcy that you should have kept trying. There's always been something wrong about that boy, unfortunately,”

Goof looked disappointed at the paper, as Donald left the room to grab the human CEO, as Mickey growled,

“Disney must stay pure, Disney Toons with Disney toons. I don't care if your LGBTQ or not, it must be Disney though. I am happy for Donald and his family. He may have not chose Daisy but at least he chose Panchito and Jose who are Disney's, Max has stepped out of line.”

Goofy again nodded as Bob and Donald walked in,

“Donald says we have a Mainstay out of line?”

The father handed the human the paper as Mickey slid the photos across his desk, Iger sighing as he looked through it in annoyance, saying

“I'll get a hold of the Warner CEOs,”

Mickey only eyed him as the human left his office,

“I do believe, though, your son has a question for me, however. Maybe he will have good news,” he pressed a button as he lit another cigarette, putting it in his mouth as he pulled the folder towards himself. He stood up, going to a filing cabinet tucking it away. As Camilo walked in, he smiled,

“Ah Camilo my boy, please do tell me you bring this Mouse good news,”

The rooster hybrid bowed his head as the Mouse walked to his desk and sat down,

“Depending on how you react to my question. I knew I must ask your permission Tio Mickey,” he pulled out a box it was a beautiful blue velvet, Mickey eyed it”I would love to ask your Daughter for her hand sir,”

Donald swallowed, but a bright smile crossed the mouses face

“Of course I give my blessing Camilo! You are the jewel of my Princesses eye, thank you Donald for raising him properly. May I see the ring?”

Camilo nodded returning the smile and opened it,

“Only the best for Marian, a Fire Opal from a Mexican Mine surrounded by 2 5 carat blue diamonds,”

Mickey eyed it with a smile, oh it would do very nicely for his princess,

“Stunning, it must have cost you.”

“Money's nothing when it comes to your baby girl,”

Mickey grinned, tossing him a cigar,

“And that's why I welcome you to our Family, those were imported from Cuba.”

Donald's eyes reflected relief, that was practically a your my son now from the mouse, Camilo smoothly caught the cigar and tucked it into his coat pocket,

“May I request sir, I need the assistance of the Parks for the idea of the proposal.”

“Tell me son, what is your plan.”

Marian grinned as she waved to her adoring crowd as she slipped between them heading for the backstage area where Camilo met her, they shared a kiss joining hands as they headed for the break room,

“ are you doing okay sweetheart, is your leg bothering you?” He questioned seeing her limp a bit as they walked,

“Yeah, it's bugging me. But I'm not the only one that deals with it,” She answered as they entered she chose a seat against the back wall” especially our wonderful cast members,”They all gave her smiles which she returned,

The mouse reached down and popped off her leg carefully rolling off the liner and rubbing the stump, Camilo handing her a towel, reaching into her bag grabbing a salve she used and then the powder,

“So you ready for the kick off of the Holidays tonight?”

Marian had a smile and nodded,

“Absolutely! Are my coworkers also excited?”

They cheered. Some had smiles she knew were forced, but she really didn't care. They signed up for this job, and they could deal with it, she thought as she powdered her leg and put the liner on

“Let me my princess” Camilo purred as he guided the prosthetic back on and into place,

“Thank you my dear Prince,” She smiled as he stood up and stole a kiss from her,

“Of course, now back to your adoring crowd.”

Walter Mouse leaned over the control console,

“2,4,2” he said"Lights!”

The stage illuminated as his Dad walked on with Minnie beside with Marian and Eleanor following,

“ Donald and Daisy is go,”

The duo followed putting on smiles as they stood behind the Family

“Goofy,”

Then the dog toon appeared also with a bright smile as they did the choreography, his Parents meeting at the front Minnie holding up mistletoe and they shared a kiss to the cheers of the family's especially as his Dad played it up putting on a surprised expression. Now, for Marian and Camilo, as the two skipped up, he spun her before he got on one knee, producing the box

The cheering escalated, as she turned and gasped hands flying to her mouth,

Mike and Cameras , Marian, Camilo

He called, the speakers picking up,

“Our Princess of Wonder Marian Mouse, will you do me the honor of being my fairytale, will you marry me?”

“Yes! Of course my Prince!” She cried out for everyone to hear,

The cheers were outlandish as he stood up and slid the ring onto her finger and they shared a kiss, Mickey could be spotted wrapping an arm around Donald, the pair held up their intertwined hands

Camera on hand then on them,

He watched the team do so before Marian and Camilo stepped back, Mickey stepped forwards

Camera on Boss, track track Mike now

“What a wonderful year at our parks! And now my baby girl is getting married, I've already seen Camilo as my son but now it's official he will be my Son in Law and I look forward to seeing the beautiful life they build!” He crowed

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A little Yax for those fans

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Max froze as he felt arms grip him and he was practically drug to Mickey's office and tossed in,

“Maximilian,” the low voice greeted him,

“Oh joy, I was wondering how long it'd take your rats to find out,” he rumbled, dusting himself off glaring at his father in the corner. His father met the look in equal

“How dare you Maximilian” he finally snarled dangerously ”Crossbreeding with a Warner? Have I not taught you the Rules?”

Mickey merely held up a hand, instantly Goofy tucked himself back into his work,

“Sometimes kids disobey, but you know the consequences.” He pressed a button,”Bring them in,”

Max turned, he hoped Yakko understood if he disappeared it wasn't him. He prayed to Tex that he wouldn't meet the same fate as his mother by the Dip, but as 2 Human CEOs stepped in he realized as they said,

“ You say you have a Toon for sale.”

And saw the mouse motion towards him, sweetly saying,

“This one has started a family with one of yours a Yakko Warner, he said he'd prefer being a Warner then a Disney,”

What they were here for as the pair circled him, like vultures. Max side eyed them, as the more slender of the 2 purred

“Son of one of the Disney Mainstay, oh yes we will take this opportunity. We can throw you to your partner and his siblings, maybe you can help keep them under control.” before giving a feral grin that made Maxes fur bristle,

Goofy stood up, meeting his child's eyes,

“If I may speak sir” Mickey motioned that he could, as the other spoke clearly,

“You understand that he can't go under the Goof name, that's a trademark. You can keep Max but Goof that can no longer be your last name,”

He carefully stepped forwards with paperwork stamped with Denied over it, Maxes last name crossed out the humans shrugged,

“That's perfectly understandable, we will just have it be Warner. So he can blend in better,” They looked him up and down,”He better expect a redesign as well,”

“Oh he knows” Mickey said with that sickly smile as Goofy stood by his side,”Now if that's all,”

The pair nodded taking the offered packet and handing it to a guard who tucked it in a briefcase,

“Pleasure doing business,”

“And Max” Goofy tossed a key at him,”This is to the storage place, you know the one. Your stuffs there,”

He scoffed,

“The only good thing you've ever done. I will never be ashamed of loving who I do,” he flipped them off before walking out the humans scrambling to follow him,

As they got out of the building into the car parked out front one of the humans sighed and removed a mask revealing they weren't, the toon shook her hair carefully removing the eyes, blinking as she put the glasses back on,

“My name is Nora Rita, I work with Warner as the CEO of Animation, forgive us for that show,” She held a hand out stunning Max who looked around as the car drove off, ”No tricks, this is what we have to do when extracting Toons out of the Mouses Burrow,”

He finally accepted the handshake, as she looked to the other supposed human, a puff of smoke and the toon rabbit put his glasses on,

“I'm Rodney and yes I'm the Nesquik rabbit but I work for Warner on behalf of Bugs, my best friend. I work under Nora as Co-Ceo of Warner Animation. Bugs called me as soon as they contacted Nora,”

Maxes eyes widened, this was fully thought out and planned,

“As toons we can't show ourselves around him. We know he has power over us, we aren't stupid we know he keeps a barrel hidden,”

Max shrugged,

“But money talks, I honestly thought I was a goner like my mother,”

They looked sympathetic,

“Everyone knows that story. Nobody buys that it was an accident, but now you've completed her mission….you escaped,” Nora murmured as they pulled up to a familiar house,

Bugs and Daffy stood on the porch as Max and them stepped out, Yakko instantly running out of the house, checking him over with concern, he instantly responded

“I'm alright Yakko, I'm okay,”

“Thank Tex for that,” Yakko embraced him, Max bringing his arms around to hold him

“Let's go inside,” Bugs said smiling “Heya Rodney thanks for makin sure the kid was safe,”

Rodney side hugged him as they walked in

“Of course my brother! It's what us Warners do,”

Warner, that's what Max realized he was known as now as he sat in front of his new bosses now in the living room as Yakko cringed onto him, as he explained the inside secrets of Disney,

“He's a master Manipulator with a penchant for emotional abuse, he will never be caught doing anything illegal. And if he does” he tossed his old dismantled phone onto the table,”He's good at hiding the paw prints,”

Daffy whistled, as Bugs blanched

“Well kid we don't run things like that over here. Any reason you're going by Warner and not Goof?”

“They won't allow it”Nora sighed

Max pulled out the packet, stamped with denied on the front

“Crossing the tracks is the biggest no over there, so they even took the Goof last name in kicking me out,”

The duo stared,

“They found out about Yakko and thus here I am,"