#'I like him better than his brother' BROOOOOO

[bachirasbodyguard]

why are we not talking more about the Blue Lock TV rankings from vol 22 😭😭

[whatisreggieshortfor]

More the Merrier

Daichi x Suga x Asahi x m!reader

Requested by @gosen-kun

Part One Part Two Part Three Part Four

“GUYS! I HAVE RECEIVED THE GREATEST NEWS!!” Daichi sighed as Noya came screaming into the gym.

Suga just offered the second year a smile, “Is this like the time your ‘greatest news’ was that you didn’t have to be an adult to buy energy drinks like your mom told you?”

“No! This is better than that!”

“Like the ‘greatest news’ that Kiyoko was in fact single?”

“Even better than that!!!”

The whole team stopped moving, curiously watching their libero, until Daichi caved first, “Okay. Noya, what news do you have that is better than that?”

“MY BROTHER FINALLY FINISHED HIS EXCHANGE PROGRAM! HE’S COMING HOME!!”

“BROOOOOO!” Tanaka ran over, shaking his best friend, “Your brother’s been on that exchange for like two years, hasn’t he!?”

“You have a brother?” Hinata cocked his head, “You’ve never mentioned him.”

“He’s been studying in America! Left when I was in my last year of middle school. Apparently all the kids that wanted to do it had to pass some exam, and he was the highest scorer so he got to go. I think the person they exchanged him with was going to Shiratorizawa. But he’s finally coming back! He promised to come meet everybody!”

Tsukishima snorted, “Did he get all the brains in the family then?”

“What year is he? Graduated or something?” Noya was grinning at their curiosity, choosing to ignore the blonde’s comment.

“Nope! Third year! So we’ll see him around a bunch, he even said he’d help Kiyoko and Yachi with manager stuff.” A look crossed his face like he just remembered something, “KIYOKOOOOOO I NEED A MANAGER APPLICATION!!”

The team laughed, their curiosity piqued at who could be related to this chaotic child, but the third years didn’t know their curiosity could get any higher.

You were finally back in Miyagi, and man, you had missed it. The owners of the bakery you used to frequent almost cried when you walked in, not having gotten the word of your return. The older couple pulled you in for a hug as they gushed about how handsome you’d gotten and how you’ve grown. You laugh as you thank them, promising to stop in to catch up before heading to your brother’s morning practice with a satisfied smile. Your parents had told him you were coming home the following week, but you were able to get on an earlier flight and decided you’d surprise him. You were a little jet lagged, and thankful most of your stuff was mailed back, but you knew how infectious his energy could be so you didn’t let it slow you down as you made your way across the school grounds with a line duffel bag hanging from your shoulder. Admittedly, you hadn’t been going to Karasuno long enough to have the location of the gym memorized, but a teacher spotted and directed you on your way. The sound of your brother’s voice filled your ears as you got to the door, he must’ve been the last one through because it was left cracked like he used to when he ran in your room to rant about something, “You guys will love him, I’m telling you! He’s funny and smart and I bet he could match Saltyshima insult for insult.”

Another voice you didn’t recognize belonging to a tall blonde chimed in, “You keep talking shorty, I’m going to hang you from the net pole.”

At that you decided to walk in, “You put my brother on the net pole, and I’m putting you back in the farm you escaped from, beanstalk.” Everyone froze at the unfamiliar presence. As excited as Noya had been, it was like he was trying to convince himself he wasn’t dreaming. “What? No hug for your big brother?”

“Y/N!!!!” Ennoshita was almost afraid there would be skid marks on the gym floor with how quickly the chaotic duo took off to tackle you. Noya jumped on you, wrapping his arms around your neck while Tanaka wrapped his around your waist, blubbering incoherently about how much they’d missed you.

“Aye, you two, calm the hell down.”

“Yes, sir!” The two of them cheered, standing up straight as they stared at you with starry eyes.

“Tanaka, why are you getting so emotional? You didn’t even know Nishinoya when his brother went abroad.”

“Ah, Suga, you’re asking the real questions.” You smiled, “Ryu and Yuu would FaceTime me together all the time. And then Ryu would FaceTime me alone when he was getting up to come unlock the gym for the crazy first years I’ve heard about.”

“How do you know my name?”

Noya looked almost offended, “Did you think I wouldn’t tell him about you guys or something!?”

“Even if he didn’t, I went to school with the third years for like two months before I left. But, let’s see, we’ve got Dadchi, Sugamomma, Jesus- I mean Asahi-“

“Why do you keep referring to me as Jesus, Noya?” Asahi looked both nervous, and exasperated.

“It’s the hair, my dude. But continuing on, I see Ennoshita- can’t wait to see what you can do as captain, Kinnoshita and Narita, and then these are the first years, right?” Everyone nodded with wide eyes as you circled the first years, Hinata and Kageyama looked terrified, Yamaguchi looked beyond nervous, and Tsukishima was still glaring at you for the comment you made when you entered. “This is the one with the killer jump float you told me about, right?” You turned to your brother, finger pointed at Yamaguchi, and Noya nodded eagerly. “So the little orange one is the one that can jump super fucking high?”

“Yeah, that’s me! You wanna see!?”

“Sure, short stuff, show me what you got- HOLY SHIT! Noya, you said he could jump, not defy the laws of fucking physics!”

“What even is this practice,” Daichi muttered to himself, and you cursed under your breath.

“I am so sorry! I was so excited to surprise him that I forgot what you were here for.” You bowed to the captain, “My apologies, captain.”

“Whoa, whoa, it’s okay! Really!”

“Y/N, Y/N! Are you gonna be here for after school practice!? I can show you my Rolling Thunder!”

“Yuu, I keep telling you that’s just a rolling receive.” You laughed, missing the way half the team seemed mesmerized by the action, as he argued with you that wasn’t true, “If it’s okay with your coach, I can swing by. I need to stop by the office and get paperwork and figure out where my classes are. I’ll see ya later, Yuu.” You started out the door, just to stop on the other side and look around curiously. “Can any of you tell me where the office is?”

That was how the days went. The school wasn’t prepared for you the week you were back, so you would just stop in for the practices in the morning, and then again in the afternoon. Daichi was thankful, Noya and Tanaka looked up to you so they calmed down their rowdy behavior when you would tell them to chill. Before anyone really knew it, you had been back at school for a month.

“So tell me,” you started as you dropped into the seat at the lunch table with the third years, “how long have the three of you been dating?”

Kiyoko snorted as you looked at the three boys, each stuttering and stopping before Kiyoko finally took pity on them, “They aren’t.”

You gaped at her, “No fucking way.”

“You’re telling me.” She sighed.

“Why- Why did you think we were?” Daichi asked, and you a little afraid Asahi was going to passed out with how red his face was.

“Isn’t it obvious?” You cocked your head, “For one, my gaydar has never been wrong.” Kiyoko snorted again and you grinned at the usually composed girl, “But for two, the three of you- I mean even if your feelings weren’t obvious, you fill in each other’s needs. You have complementary traits. Daichi is strict but cares about you need, Suga is chaotic but reminds you to have fun, Asahi is anxious but helps you guys realize that not everything is as big of a deal as it feels.”

“What would your traits be, Y/N?” Kiyoko’s lips curled into a slight smirk, and you tried to suppress the flush you felt burning your ears.

“This isn’t about me! Let me know when you guys figure it out!” You bolted from the table, snatching Noya from his seat and fleeing the room.

Somehow, Noya had spread word to the rest of the team, and eventually they were all approaching with poorly veiled descriptions of their crushes, until you finally stomped into afternoon practice, “OKAY, BITCHES. LINE THE FUCK UP.”

“Y/N, you can’t just-“

“SHUT IT DAICHI. YOU AND SUGA AND ASAHI, YOU ARE ADORABLE AND I LOVE YOU BUT I AM GOING TO LOSE MY SHIT!” You took a deep breath, tapping your foot on the ground, “I have been used to rehearse not one, not two, not even three confessions. HAVE ANY OF YOU EVEN DONE WHAT I SUGGESTED!?” Silence. “Didn’t think so.” You grabbed Ennoshita’s and Narita’s hands, guiding them to Kinnoshita, “Congratulations, you’re now a throuple. And possibly my favorites at this point, you non drama starting gods. Next,” you pointed to the salty middle blocker, “Yams is a fucking angel, and literally the only person you don’t snap at and can hold a conversation with, how you thought nobody would that crush that’s larger than your favorite dinosaur- only fucking god knows because I’m sure it could be seen from Pluto. If you can’t ask him out by the end of practice, then I swear to god I’m calling Akiteru and getting him to give me a key to your house and I will put every embarrassing thing you own on blast for this whole team to see. Yams- sweetie. I don’t know where to begin. You know he’s emotionally constipated and you still want him?” Yamaguchi’s was bright red but he still nodded, “Okay, I’ve done what I can there. Hinata, I don’t- KAGEYAMA DONT YOU TRY TO SNEAK AWAY! Now, Hinata, Kageyama, if you guys could stop challenging each for five seconds-“

“NO I’M GONNA CONFESS BEFORE KAGEYAMA AND IT IS GONNA BE ROMANTIC!”

“NOT IF I DO IT FIRST YOU TANGERINE!”

“BET!”

“You know what? I’ll take it. Now, just one left. But poor baby has anxiety so everyone go outside for a second.”

“Why did we get called out in front of-“

“OUTSIDE!” The team moved quickly, leaving you alone with the managers, who you grabbed by the shoulders to keep them inside. “Now, Kiyoko, angel, is my gaydar off this time?”

“Do you need an answer to a question you already know?”

“That’s what i thought. You put poor Yachi into a gay panic when you asked her about being manager.”

“I am sorry, Yachi. Would you like to get coffee sometime?”

“Uh- YeS?”

“Terrific. I’ll meet you on Saturday at your place so I can walk you to our date.”

You heaved a sigh of relief. “My work here is done.” You opened the door to the gym back up, “We’re finished, go ahead and practice.”

“What about Noya and Tanaka?” Hinata asked.

“Those idiots have been dating but in denial for months, there’s nothing I can do for them.”

Ukai stood in the corner of the gym, “What the fuck? Did I just watch my team get bullied into relationships?”

“Best not to think on it, coach.” You grinned.

Masterlist

[nyanggk]

NAWW GIRL. I’m pulling like my childhood friend has a crush on me frfr!! i used to have a crush on him when we were younger for like 5 yrs cause its one of those crushes that come back when u see them?? he’s older than me so we dont rlly get to hangout a lotttt but its fine when we doooo he’s so funny LIKE IDK HOW I DIDNT SEE IT HES SO OBVIOUS

like he be looking at my lips LMFAOO and me?? and my thighs hes so obsessed ! next time ill ask him for his snap . I kind like flirted yk i was battin my eyesss n shit and like being extra touchy like mans was like 🫣 like we went to some city here where i live in february i think? and he kept staring at my ass and my thighs and at me and he like one moment looked at me and we made eyecontact and he smiled like dayummm didn’t know u liked me this bad😭😭 he used to have a crush on my friend she’s like 5 yrs older when we were in elementary and we r kinda similar like physically she's just shorter and skinnier than me but she was kind of tall in that moment it was like idek like 2013 or smth and bigger when he had a crush on her he has a type LMFAOOO but honestly would see myself dating him fr

And he was looking at me a lot and i said "why r u looking at me😭😭” he was like u the only one that gets me bc his cousins gf and his cousin were being like romantic and his cousin slapped her ass yk?? and he looked at me and pretended to be cringed out and i was like looking into his eyes and i could see he wanted it with me like i’m 80% sure he has a crush on nme?? he pretends hes so hot yk and like he was semi hard again bc like last time i saw him he was semi hard and i was the only girl there and his brother and cousin were there so they weren’t the reason 😭😭😭 and my ma be like if u guys start dating youll be so cute bc she knows his family and shes like u gonna have 2 bfs omll bc i still like the other guy but WHEN I WAS YOUNGER THIS WAS MY FUTURE HUSBAND LMFAOO he’s like my first ever ykyk so i’ll be like thinking of him my whole life but then my guy my flaco is <333 also i slightly mentioned the guy i like it was more his cousin (ill call them my cousins too except for him bc I NEVERRR saw him as my cousin, like we aren’t relatedddd we good.). AND HE WAS JEALOUSSSS??? i gotta flirt more frfr im pulling broooooo

AND HIS YOUNGER BROTHER SAID I HOPE U GET A GIRLFRIEND BEFORE U FINISJ HIGHSCHOOL AND MF LOOKED AT ME LIKE??? fuckkk i would date him frfr !! hes not ugly actually and hes taller than me?? and when i was younger he’d grab my waist a lot like tjats my weak spot bae🫠🫠 i like stuttered one moment and he looked and me so lovingly like slayy oksy and in his eyes he was like reassuring me

this was long but like IM JUST SO FLABBERGASTED??? Like now idk if i want him or flaco??? Ima dream abt this watch😭😭 but like he fr hot i just like cute guys more but he the exception like we used to play minecraft together he was my minecraft pet LMFAOO i’ll update u

THALIESE BAE THATS SO CUTE?? wtf I can't imagine meeting your childhood crush and then the both of you end up together 😭😭😭 BUT LIKE, THAT MANS THIRSTY AS FUCK WHAT THE HELL I think it's cute that he's looking at your lips like that but he better back off bcs there won't be any lip smooching happening in this Christian household 🤺🤺🤺😤😤

GIRL THAT MANS LOOKING AT YOU LIKE HE WANTS TO EAT YOU WHAT THE FUCK IDK WHETHER TO BE CRINGED OUT (RESPECTFULLY!! BCS HE AINT DOIN IT TO ME) BUT I SURE AM HAPPY FOR YOU LMFAO

OH MY GOD I HAD LIKE A MINO HEART ATTACK THERE I THOUGHT HE WAS YOUR COUSIN GIRL LRFMOWKDWK I don't blame u for having a crush on your cousin in the past thooo some family members to be pretty hot ngl

OK BUT THE FLACO GUY 👀 👀 HIS NAME AINT IT BUT HE CUTE TOO cause girl if someone grabbed me by my waist and starts hugging me from the back or some typa touchy shit I WOULD MELT tell me what ur current crushes name tho, its honestly just down to that which guy I'd pick LMFAO

[owlixx]

CoD Notes: Ghosts Beat

Yep, another whole game start to finish since my last notes.

Going in, I wanted to like this game. I was hoping it would be a real hidden gem. I knew this game had a bad reputation but a few staunch defenders and I was ready to keep my mind open. I ended up tolerating the game and agreeing that it is underrated, but I’m not head over heels for it.

Positives: I like the graphics, the feel of the guns, the UI. I like the idea of a story about a future war where the US is an underdog. I liked the space stuff and more sci fi elements. I liked playing as one character from start to finish and being told an actual story.

Negatives: first thing I noticed was no hot markers in the campaign. I prefer having them. Actually even before that was the bizarre opening cutscene where the Ghosts are first explained to be a military team who one time hid under some dead bodies and killed all but one guy who said they must be “ghosts”. No relation to Simon Riley Ghost aside from the name of the dog which seems bizarre. The next thing I noticed was how boring and samey a lot of the guns are. Half the guns that drop are the SCA and SA or something like that and I can’t tell them apart.

More negatives: The main thing wrong with this game for me personally is the nothing-plot combined with the goofy tryhard writing. Making the villain faction “all of South America banding together” seems odd but I’d have rather focused on that rather than focus so heavily on a guy who used to be a Ghost being the main villain. Rorke sucks as a character because the writers clearly want him to emulate villains they’ve seen in other, better fiction before but have no idea what makes him tick or what his motivations are. He seems to be upset that Elias dropped him, but any stereotypical military leader (as Rorke seemed to be in that flashback mission) would’ve told their squad to do the same thing. But that’s not the real issue. The issue is that he ALSO got supposedly tortured and brainwashed by the South American military offscreen and with zero proof of work of exploration of this concept. Which one is it? Is he brainwashed or betrayed? It would’ve been an amazing twist to have him reveal that they never did torture him, he just went along with all this of his own volition. But that would’ve ruined the other twist of our player character being teased at getting brainwashed right at the end, which is hilarious now knowing this game will never get a sequel.

More bad writing: it’s so funny that IW wanted to tell a more personal story this time but still didn’t want to make the player character speak or visible or do anything interesting, so they gave us a brother so that somebody here would actually be able to be seen interacting with our dad. It’s not a terrible way to accomplish what they were going for but it has the side effect of putting up a mirror and showing that there’s nothing in our reflection, so to speak. It’s one thing to have a silent player avatar in isolation but with our brother there, it makes our character feel weirdly mute by contrast.

The worst writing: the worst of it though is everything relating to the Ghosts. Maybe this is just because I had a mission crash and had to rewatch this one cutscene like four times, but the perfect example of this is the cutscene where Hesh (I think) talks about how “I’ve seen soldiers bury their dead before, but not like this”. BROOOOOO calm DOOWWWN. We are told that everything the Ghosts do is cool and good and awesome but then they just die and get captured like any other character. There’s literally nothing special about them. Rorke is obsessed with killing all the Ghosts but that’s just because they used to be his coworkers. That’s the only thing special about them. And the twist that our dad is the leader is painfully obvious because he won’t shut up about how cool and totally real they are. There is zero significance or weight to the player and our brother becoming Ghosts. They didn’t even have a little ceremony or anything.

Anyways, the last big negatives are the glitches and the signposting. I had a mission hard crash and make me start from the start of the whole level which isn’t a dealbreaker but isn’t great and hasn’t happened before. Then also I had to restart a checkpoint once because the helicopter I had to kill wouldn’t spawn in even though I could hear it and wandered the whole map trying to get it to trigger. And by “signposting”, I just mean that I got lost in this game more than any other CoD because of the lack of objective markers. They still have those tacky golden glowing objects to interact with though.

I did a tiny amount of multiplayer. Got the castle map, which I remember from being a kid but it was far too big to have any fun on. The whole “squad” concept is fascinating but ultimately feels a little flat. Why do I need 10 soldiers if the customization isn’t that deep? I am kind of happy to see currency return from BO1 but with contextual camo challenges that DONT require a million headshots before you can even start working on the rest, which I think even the later BO3 suffers from. “Field orders” are a fascinating weird addition that I think only make sense against bots, but also I love that bot matches can grant XP since it’s hard to find a regular match now. I just wish they had a separate set of challenges for facing bots.

Also played a little of extinction, including the DLC1 map that I had to get as part of the “gold edition”. Its…fine. I do appreciate them trying something new, and introducing meta progression. I would’ve played plenty as a kid but now it just lacks the nostalgia factor of other classic Treyarch zombies stuff, and it seems like an uphill battle for solo players. The DLC1 initial boss fight destroyed me and my one online companion which seemed unfair. I do also like the idea of the random challenges on each hive but they seem a little unbalanced.

[offices-regionalbranch]

My posts been bombing lately anyway and I'm waiting for my rice to cook so I wanna talk about some of my favorite pieces of media of all time

I know a lot of mfs on here LOVE twin peaks but I feel like a lot of the same people would love Atlanta and just have,,,never watched it??? Like ok yeah twin peaks is a crime drama technically and Atlanta isn't but they're deep down very similar! I mean you start watching Atlanta and it seems like a very normal dramady type schtick but Atlanta then hits you with just random curve ball after random curve ball. Justin Bieber is black, cars are invisible at some points, a Michael Jackson twin is living a reclusive life in Georgia with his badly skin conditioned brother. It's surreal, it's hilarious, and overall one of the best shows on tv

I mean I know it's a critic classic but I think a lot of people skip over justified. Like recently sopranos and other dramas like it have been getting a kinda rebirth, and I think it's time for that same treatment to get given to this show. Timothy Olyphant? Perfect! Margo Martindale as a season 2 villain? Impeccable!!! It is a western for the modern day and it does it perfectly

Probably the most niche on this list and in the same vein, hap and leonard deserved more than 3 fucking seasons. The writing was fuckin impeccable, the chemistry of the two mains was incredibly real, and each season felt concise while also going by in a way that didn't feel too fast. We got buried treasure, voodoo, and racism, all in 80s east Texas. I swear if the tumblroids ever watched this show they would've shipped these mfs til the heat death of the universe.

Remember when I'm Thinking of Ending Things came out and every pretentious bastard you knew was like "broooooo this is transformative!!!" Well Synecdoche New York is the better fuckin version of that movie by 10. Every absurd movie needs a miserable Phillip Seymour Hoffman, and I cry every day that that mf is dead. Again, not a cult classic or anything by far, but still deeply loved

Speaking of films that aren't necessarily looked over, I can't fucking shut up ab Dr. Zhivago, I've seen this movie ten times, which is ridiculous because that's a huge part of my life, this movie is long as hell. The funny thing is that I hate Yuri and at sometimes Lara, but pasha my beloved!!!!! I love him as a character and quasi villain.

Finally, I can't say much about this book besides read it god damnit. Please, please read it, it's my favorite book please I'm begging you please

[sherlollydramoine]

FINN: He’s your bother’s bestie and one night, you get shitfaced trying to keep up with their drinking game. You try to seduce Finn every chance you get, but he takes care of you instead of taking advantage of you ❤️

Soooooo.... I got a little carried away. Enjoy this drunken attempt at seduction because I literally have no idea what the hell I’ve just done. Lol

Warnings: alcohol consumption, ridiculously terrible seduction attempts, language, some comedy, and mostly just fluffy hilarity. 

Word Count: 1,439

“I got this!” you hollered as you stood next to your brother Toby’s best friend Finn during a rather raucous game of Vodka Pong. That is exactly what it sounds like because your brother and his friends sure knew how to have a damn good time, and they had run out of beer halfway into their ‘boys night’ that you decided to crash at the garage, so they decided Vodka was a better alternative.

You square your shoulders, prepare your throw and miss the solo cup by a mile. You could hear Finn snicker to your left and you playfully elbowed him in the stomach.

“Dammit!” you slur, “I fucking had it.”

“Yeah, if maybe the cup was located about a mile to your right.” Finn teased.

“Hmmmph.” 

“I’ll help you next time.”

Your brother lined up his shot, took aim,and the lightweight ping pong ball landed in your cup.

“Fuckkkkkkkkk” you groaned, as Toby just grinned at you and shrugged his shoulders. You fish the ball out of your cup and plop it into the cup of water sitting off to the side, pick up the red cup in front of you and down the contents quickly. 

When it was your turn to throw again, you felt Finn come up behind you and whisper “I told you that I’d help you.”

 One of his hands was resting on your hip and the other on your elbow. He started giving you advice on how to properly line up the shot, and something about just relaxing your grip. You were unable to hear a word of what he was saying because all you could focus on was the close proximity of his body to yours and the way his body felt pressed against yours; his breath hot on your ear and the way his voice rumbles in his chest when he speaks.

“Okay, So YN, are you ready?” Finn asks.

“That’s cheating!” Toby yelled in protest, though his eyes were alight with some sort of amusement.

“Huh?” is all you manage to say.

“YN were you listening to me? I was telling you how to line up the shot and how to hit your target every time.

“Sorry Finn, I got distracted by your sexy body against mine, and your voice is so gorgeously distracting.”

All of a sudden Toby let out a loud guffaw of laughter and Finn looked a little bit shocked.

“Oh shit!” you cover your mouth in horror, “Did I say that out loud?”

Finn just slowly nods his head, while a smirk slowly spreads across his face.

Three rounds of vodka pong later, where the boys got their infinite supply of vodka you’ll never know, you started swaying a little bit. 

You were about to call it a night and just go home to pass out but you caught sight of Finn standing there,his hair glowing an almost red shade in the weird lighting of the garage and your stomach did a flip flop. It suddenly felt as if you’d been struck by  lightning and your long ago suppressed feelings for him came bubbling up to the surface. You’d told yourself that it was a no-go, I mean sleeping with your brother’s best friend could only cause drama right?

“Fuck it” you mutter aloud to noone, you decide to attempt to sexily saunter over to where Finn was leaning against one of the work benches sipping on his water bottle. 

After your accidental confession earlier you’d felt his eyes watching you.

“Sup?” he asks, with a raised brow.

“I dunno Finn. Yous so sexy I wanna fuck you so badddddddd.” you confess again.

“As much as I’d love to fuck you too darlin, I think you are too shitfaced to do anything about that right now.”

“NO! IM NOTT” you yell, causing Toby and Benny to look up from whatever they’d been quietly discussing in the corner. After Toby assessed the situation and realized that you were just reacting to something and not in any danger he smiles brightly before opening his mouth.

“Finn you can fuck my sister. Just don’t break her heart man or I run your ass over and I won’t regret it!” Toby yells.

“YOOO BROOOOOO NOOOOOOO” you scream back attempting to whirl around to give your brother a piece of his mind but instead you just end up swaying on your feet and then crashing into Finn.

“My heroooooooo!” you sing-song, as FInn lets out a little chuckle. 

“That’s me, Finn, your regular ole knight in shining armor.”

“Mmmmmm… you’d look good in shiny armor.” you mumble running your finger up his chest, neck and then along his jaw. 

He grabs your hand and moves it away causing you to recoil in embarrassment, or attempt to recoil anyway, but you nearly lose your balance and he ends up grabbing you by your waist to stop you from crashing into the open Craftsman tool box full of tools.

“My hero again.”

“Let’s get you home YN, I think you’ve had enough tonight.”

“No. I don’t want to go. I want to make out with your face.”

“If this is your attempt at seduction you aren’t doing a great job. It’s supposed to be a little more subtle than that,” he laughs, his grip on your waist tightening just a little bit as he attempts to pull you upright.

“Oh ho ho ho… says the man that thinks ‘Let me show what these mechanics hands can do’ is the greatest pick up line ever. I don’t need seduction advice from you, I’m doing just fine on my own thank you. Now, shut up and fuck me already.”

“No can do sweetheart, but I can help you into the car.”

“You suck! No-no-no-no! I suck. I give great head Finn, wanna find out just what my loud mouth is capable of?”

His awkward laughter was infectious though and he leans over and whispers,”Baby, when you aren’t three sheets to the wind and can stand upright, I’ll let you do whatever you want to me but right now you need to go to bed.”

“Hmmmph I can stand up on my own. Watch me.”

Of course your clumsy, completely shitfaced ass had to trip over something invisible and you ended up sprawled on the hard concrete of the garage. Toby looks up that loud clattering noise and shakes his head at you. You roll over and just start laughing, gut clenching full fledged laughter, the kind that is contagious. After a few moments of Finn looking panicked he joins you in the laughter. 

“You can stand on your own, huh?”

“Shut. The. Fuck. Up.” 

“You said you could handle it, I think this is further proof that you just need to go to bed.

“Oh my God Finn why are you so obsessed with getting into my bed?”

His gorgeous olive complexion began to slowly turn an interesting shade of red.

“You misconstrued my meaning.”

“No I didn’t. Face it, you want to be in my bed just as bad you want to be in my pussy right now.”

“Christ on a cracker woman, your seduction skills are so on point today,” he says with an eye roll.

“See! Told you I was better at the art of seduction than you. Can I find out what your mechanic's hands can really do? I’ve heard rumors that your fingers are quite deft at-”

“I’m going to help you up off the floor now, and then I’m going to put you in the car. Once you are in my car I’m going to drive you home and help you into your bed. After you are all tucked in I am going to go home myself.”

“Hmmph. You could just share a bed with me.”

“No can do. With you in this drunk-seductress state I’m afraid of what might happen to me if I should dare close my eyes for a second.”

“I’m soaking wet for you right now.”

“Are you sure you didn’t just pee your pants?”

“Nope. Pretty sure my pussy is so wet you could drown a toddler in my panties and there is only one cure for my problem Finn. I need your D in my V immediately.”

He just lets out a loud sigh, kneels next to you, hooks his arms under your armpits and hauls your drunken ass to your feet. 

Swaying along with his body he maneuvers you to his car and plops you into the front passenger seat. You watch as he walks around to the driver's side but as soon as the car pulls onto the road it was lights out for you.

[etherealblasphemy]

You Never Seemed So Tense, Love

(what’s this? some actual content? on my blog? it’s more likely than you think)

hello again, y’all! it’s been a while since i’ve posted any writing, but at last, i’ve finished another fic! i hope y’all enjoy this one, i found it really fun to write. (title from “gives you hell” by the all-american rejects)

Trigger Warnings For: mild language and mentions of alcohol

Summary: Logan Guiscard loves his simple, mundane life. He most certainly does not love his next-door neighbor, Virgil Savage.

Length: 7,476 words

Kudos are appreciated, reblogs are adored, comments are loved!!

Logan Guiscard loved his life. Honestly. He loved his little suburban house that looked like almost every other home in his neighborhood. He loved his shiny car that he had to wash every weekend because if it wasn’t shining then obviously someone would think something was wrong and wouldn’t take him seriously. He loved his job as an astronomy professor at the local university where nobody cared about what the constellations were named because the Greeks were all dead, and it’s not they couldn’t just Google the names, anyways. He loved waking in the morning to see a lawn full of native plants and a little garden, because he might live in the affluent suburbs, but that didn’t mean he’d give into lawn culture, the horrid thing.

The only thing he didn’t love was his unfortunately next-door neighbor, Virgil Savage. Everything about him was simply illogical. The first thing the imbecile had done after moving in was paint the house bright purple, a stark contrast from the pastel grey every other home sported. He had a rather irritating habit of playing music a decibel too loud for Logan’s taste. He had absolutely no sense of self-care; Virgil seemed to throw on whatever clothes were clean— they were mismatched and rumbled, as if he had just taken them from his floor—and his skin was dull and most likely caked with makeup, which could easily be fixed if the man would just wash his face in the morning. Virgil Savage also had the miserable mannerism of being at least partially nocturnal.

Logan first found out about this “lifestyle” within a week of Virgil moving in. At first, he thought his neighbor was simply having trouble adjusting to his new house. And then the music started. Had it been any other time of day, perhaps Logan would have learned to let it by, to continue with his daily life. But because it was nine-thirty on a Wednesday night and Logan happened to teach Introduction to Astronomy on Thursdays at seven a.m., he marched over to the Savage house with a glare that burned hot enough to set Pluto alight, and knocked three times on the heavy door, tapping his foot incessantly as he waited for a response.

Virgil had opened the door with tired, bleak eyes the color of the Milky Way, full of enigmatic monachopsis that seemed to scream for human contact like an abandoned astronaut, and all arguments fled from the tip of Logan’s tongue. The music was even louder with the door open; the most prominent instrument was a piano that sounded like someone was slamming their fingers down on the keys in a desperate rage. Someone was screaming about friends and not wanting to leave, their voice raspy and broken.

“Do you… need something?” his neighbor had asked with a gruff voice, clutching at his elbows as if the sooner Logan left, the better. Logan had snapped out of his daze, pushing his glasses back up as he looked up at the man standing in the doorway. He couldn’t see much from where he stood on the porch.

“Yes, actually, I would like for you to turn your music down. It is impeding my ability to sleep, and I have to teach a class in the morning,” Logan explained crisply. Virgil looked him up and down, sizing up his new competitor with a smug smirk.

“Well, I dunno, teach.” Logan’s heart stopped for a full second at the nickname before his face morphed into a mask of contempt. “There’s a party going on right now, and what party is complete without music?”

Logan’s eyes narrowed as he glanced inside. He couldn’t see much besides a very much empty living room. “Apparently, a pity party,” he replied, his tone harsher than he intended. For a quarter of a second, a single frame in the movie of life, Virgil’s face had contorted, full of hurt, before quickly losing its emotion, replaced with cool nonchalance. Logan had had half the mind to apologize for his unsympathetic behavior before the song grew louder and Logan was reminded that it was late at night and he was too exhausted to deal with this sort of tomfuckery.

He was about to launch into a full debate to convince this heathen to turn his music down to a respectable volume when another figure came careening through the living room by way of an unseen doorway, crashing into Virgil with raucous, drunken giggles.

“Broooooo…” the newcomer slurred, his arms wrapped around Virgil’s neck for support. “You gotta finish that assignment of yours. You wanna pass the class, donya? Come ooooon,” he wheedled. Virgil’s face flushed as the stranger whined.

“Roman, how much have you drunk?”

“…a bottle.”

“A bottle?! Dee let you drink a whole bottle?!” Virgil’s eyes were the size of dinner plates, his mouth hanging open in disbelief as he turned, facing the living room that still held no-one despite the “party” raging on inside. “Dee! I’m gonna kick your ass!” he yelled as he unwrapped Roman’s arms from his neck. Virgil’s eyes glanced back at Logan. “Sorry about my friend.”

With that, Virgil pushed Roman further into the house, muttering in exasperation as he shut the door without another word to Logan. The teacher blinked before he regained his senses. He scoffed at the sudden cut-off from his neighbor, rolling his eyes. There was nothing else he could do now besides head back home and shove a pillow over his ears to muffle the music.

It was only when he finally slipped into bed that he realized he could only hear the sound of crickets and someone’s air conditioner whirring in the late August night heat.

The music had been turned off.

He hated himself for believing that it would end that night with a simple confrontation. The next week, the music was up again. Logan was too busy grading incomplete and frustratingly incorrect constellation maps to tell off Virgil, and let it be. But then it happened again the next week. And the next. It seemed to Logan that Virgil was just trying to get a rise out of him at this point. When he called his brother he ask for advice, the only promising words he got was “talk to him.”

“Patton, you don’t understand. I have talked to him, he just won’t listen,” he sighed as his brother listened intently over the video call, constantly adjusting his round glasses.

“Now, Logan, you know that everybody communicates in different ways. Maybe he is listening, but he just can’t communicate in a way you understand.” Patton adjusted his glasses again as he tilted his head, a thought striking him. “Maybe he’s trying to get your attention?”

Logan sighed, thinking about Virgil. Would he really be the type of person to annoy him just to get his attention? Virgil didn’t need to play music at an irritating volume for Logan’s consideration of him—those sonderous eyes plagued him almost as much as the music did.

Hold on. What did he just think?

“Are you alright, Logan? You’re making face you always do whenever I correct on your grammar. You know—like someone just ate all the second cookies,” Patton giggled. Logan heard someone talking in the background as Patton turned away from the camera, listening to the person off-screen. “Yep! Do you wanna come say hi to him?” Logan heard a sound of acquiescence and the pounding of footsteps as someone ran down the hallway of his brother’s apartment.

“Hiya there, Logan!” He flinched as Patton’s partner, Emile, popped up in front of the camera. “I heard you were in a jam!” The psychiatrist held up a jar of jam as Logan groaned at the pun, massaging the bridge of his nose.

“I don't know which is worse—your puns or Virgil’s music,” he grumbled goodnaturedly as the partners collapsed into laughter that sounded choppy in the low quality audio of his laptop. He ran a hand through his hair as he checked the time, cringing at the late hour. “I’m sorry, Patton, but I’ll have to sign off now. It’s getting late and I have the wonderful blessing of teaching a morning class tomorrow. I’ll see you next weekend, correct?” His brother nodded as he and Emile wished Logan goodnight.

As he turned off his computer, his mind wandered back to the original topic of his and Patton’s conversation—Virgil. He couldn’t possibly be engaging in this childish feud because he was, what, interested in him? Logan snorted aloud, shaking his head. Virgil was obviously only toying with him.

“Well, then,” he whispered aloud as he slipped into bed, ready to fall asleep. “Two can play that game.”

He wasn’t able to put his plan into motion until the following weekend, just before he had to pick up Patton from the airport. It was quite simple, in Logan’s opinion, but then again, he reminded himself, he had to be on the road by at least nine so he could pick up Patton from his eleven-o-clock arrival, so complex schemes were out of the question until he had the time and reason to do such. Thus, he found himself setting a heavy speaker down on the edge of his front porch, his phone already connected to it. He had deliberated for a while on what song to use before settling on the timeless classic of “Hooked on a Feeling”.

He was about to turn on the speaker when he felt his phone vibrating in his hand. He turned it on to see a text from Patton: “So… I might have told you the wrong arrival time…” Immediately, he called his brother.

“What do you mean, ‘wrong arrival time’?” he questioned as soon as Patton picked up.

“Well, I’m here now. At the airport. It turns out the flight isn’t as long as I thought it was…” He could hear incessant chatter in the background and could clearly picture the dismal little airport that never seemed to stop renovating one wing or another, resulting in utter chaos when it came to an orderly flight schedule. “If you’re busy, don’t worry. I can wait a few hours—”

“Don’t be silly, Patton,” Logan interrupted. “I’m leaving now. I’ll be there in forty-five minutes if the traffic’s alright.” He was already grabbing his keys from inside, throwing on a jacket, and unlocking his car doors. “Have you eaten yet?” The silence was answer enough for him. “There’s plenty of options around. Just be sure to eat something healthy, alright? And remember to get your bags,” he sighed as he started the car, the engine a gentle thrum beneath him.

“Alright, Logan, I will. See you in a bit. Thanks for picking me up.” The call disconnected, leaving Logan in the silence of his car before he decided surprisingly that he couldn’t stand the quietude and turned on the car radio as he backed out of the driveway, unaware of the jet black eyes that watched him go sadly.

Logan made to the airport in forty minutes, actually. He found Patton sitting at the counter of a small shop selling dumplings and baobaos, giddily eating the delicious food. He watched with a soft smile for a moment as Patton snuck a bite of a dumpling to the golden retriever laying on the floor beneath him, her vest proudly displaying her role as a service dog. As Patton straightened, he finally noticed his brother standing several feet away.

“Logan!” he called excitedly, waving him over. Logan’s feet moved on their own, small steps turning into bounds as he ran to his brother and hugged him tightly. “I’ve missed you, too, Logan. It doesn’t seem that university can end soon enough.” Logan’s grip tightened before he released his brother. He felt something nose at his leg and looked down to see Lola nudging at his leg, staring up at him with puppy eyes, despite knowing full well she was not a puppy, by size nor age standards.

He crouched down and ran a hand through her fur as Lola’s tail began beating excitedly. “Hello to you, too,” he said as Lola barked softly in greeting. “You’ve got your bags?” he asked as he stood up. Patton nodded, finishing the last dumpling, and clambered off his stool, thanking the shop owners as he grabbed the handles of his two suitcases in both hands. “I’ll hold on to Lola.” He grabbed the golden retriever’s lease, untying it from the chair’s leg, and began guiding the dog and his brother through the dim airport to the parking lot.

It was nine forty a.m. when they got home. The sun was glimmering, bearing down with no qualms onto the earth with a fierce intensity that seemed to rake across their backs with a near unbearable heat. Patton took one look at the speakers still set up on Logan’s porch and turned around, stopping in his tracks.

“Logan, what are you planning?”

“Nothing. I just wanted to listen to some music while I washed my car,” he explained, even though he knew his car was clean and it was pointless to try and wash it when it was supposed to rain that night, anyways. Patton’s eyes narrowed with a ghost of a smile crossing his lips.

“You’re going to play music, aren’t you?” he proclaimed, twirling around and pointing at Logan with one finger and a sly smile as though he was a detective who had just solved the most difficult case ever presented to him. “Oh, I knew that look meant something! You looked so starry-eyed when we were talking about Virgil!” Logan blanched as he gasped in indignation.

“I did not look starry-eyed! He’s not even my friend, he’s just my neighbor!”

“A neighbor who you call on every Wednesday night,” Patton teased as Logan brushed past him with a groan of frustration, unlocking the door and shoving it open.

“It’s his fault, Patton, he’s the one who plays punk rock from the 2000s and 70s and 80s pop songs played on what I think might be an organ louder than a plague of cicadas at ten-thirty at night.” Patton could only laugh at Logan’s description as he made his way into the kitchen and opened the fridge, already making himself at home.

“Sure, Logan.” Patton’s brow furrowed as he surveyed the fridge and its contents. “How many jars did Mom give you last time?”

“I counted twenty—wait, don’t change the subject, Patton!” Logan chastised. Lola spoke—or, rather, barked—up, woofing at the brothers as if to say, “stop talking about your neighbor and feed me.”

When at last Lola was fed and Patton had dropped his suitcases down in the guest room, it was nearing ten a.m.; he was finally able to step outside and stretch in the sun. Out of habit, he glanced at Virgil’s house, half expecting to see strobe lights flashing wildly behind the curtains, and saw nothing. He paused, his thoughts turning to the speaker still sitting abandoned on his porch. Was Virgil still asleep? An evil grin split across his face as he pulled out his phone, finding the song easily.

“I hope you like the taste of your own medicine,” he mumbled as he pressed played. Immediately, sound poured out of the speaker, the lowest notes tapping a familiar rhythm on his heart. He could just barely hear the sounds of confusion in the other house, following by the door slamming open as Virgil stumbled out in his pyjamas.

Well, he couldn’t really call them pyjamas. Virgil was covered—thankfully, of all the bad habits Virgil partook in, sleeping in the nude was not one of them—but just barely. He wore grey boxers beneath a violet tank top at least two sizes too big for him, and not much else. And perhaps Logan blushed furiously at the sight of sunshine on Virgil’s lanky arms and pale legs, but it was just from the heat. Just the heat.

Not that any of that mattered. Logan was too busy watching Virgil nearly trip over his feet as he shambled about in his lawn, momentarily blinded by the sun, to think any more about Virgil’s limbs. As his eyesight adjusted, Virgil noticed Logan standing in his own yard, then saw the speaker blasting music, and put two-and-two together.

“Do you know what time it is?” Virgil groaned, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. Logan snickered.

“It’s nine-fifty-two a.m., which is a more reasonable time than ten-forty-five at night,” he shot back. Virgil snorted before covering it with a cough. “Even if you wake up late, you should at least go to bed at a reasonable time. A good bedtime is crucial to a healthy life,” he lectured as Virgil raised his eyebrows with a smirk.

“Oh, getting worried about me, now? Careful, teach, or someone will think you’ve caught feelings for me,” Virgil chaffed, his eyes bright now in the daylight, intelligent and unrelenting in their mirth. Logan spluttered, unable to form a proper response. “Beware, Logan Guiscard. You’ve opened up a Pandora’s Box now.” Virgil’s voice was deep and full of laughter—like Logan was missing out on the funniest joke ever told. “I hope you like punk rock.”

He couldn’t stop himself from saying, “It’s you’ve been playing, how could it ever get old?” This time, Virgil snorted for real, chuckling uncontrollably as he backed away towards his house. Logan knew he wouldn’t get that sound out of his head for weeks. Virgil paused as he reached the doorstep of his home, glancing back over his shoulder.

“…I was finishing a report for my theoretical astrobiology class, by the way. I finished a little past midnight. Sorry for wanting to sleep in. I’ll make sure to let my professor know next time that I wasn’t able to finish my paper because my neighbor cared about me.” Logan physically stepped back, stunned. Virgil was taking university classes? And astronomy-related classes at that? Sweet heavens. Somehow, Logan’s face grew even more heated in the August sun.

Too bad Virgil had already left before Logan could find out more.

It wasn’t like Virgil hadn’t warned him. Logan could clearly recall him referencing Greek mythology (which another one of his passions that just so luckily gave him an advantage in astronomy) as he swore to wreak havoc on Logan’s life. Now, perhaps he hadn’t used those exact words, but it was exactly what was happening at nine p.m. on a Tuesday night in the middle of his late-night astronomy class. The class was too far gone now to be reigned back in, the music was still pouring in through hidden speakers, and all Logan could do was stare at Virgil like his whole world had been shattered as his neighbor laughed with his whole body, the sound loud and full of life and shaking Logan’s very core.

He had been in the middle of explaining which constellations appeared during which seasons—it was the beginning of the semester and he had learned the hard way to always begin with the basics—when the music first started. He had been so envirgorated in his explanation of the importance of the North Star that he hadn’t heard it until one of his students asked if whoever was listening to Fall Out Boy would please turn the volume down. Logan had stopped in his tracks, eyes snapping back to reality with a sinking feeling of déjà vu, and listened.

Unfortunately, his dread was well-met. The sounds of Fall Out Boy’s “Thnks fr th Mmrs” were pouring in from all sides of his classroom; Logan scowled, already searching for the familiar pair of inky eyes that bedeviled his dreams and late-night musings. “Virgil Savage!” he yelled, praying that the incident was actually Virgil’s fault and not some poor student who just happened to have the exact same music interests as his neighbor. “You better show yourself before I make you!”

The laughter was more of a giveaway than anything else. Virgil slumped in the doorway, his smirk so infuriating yet charming all the same. He gave a two-fingered salute to the professor as he held up his phone, waving in his trademark teasing manner. Virgil paid no mind to the students staring at the occurrence with rabid curiosity; his focus was on Logan as he bit his bottom lip and held out the phone towards the professor as though inviting him closer.

“You want the music off?” he asked, his deep voice gliding out of his mouth and wrapping itself around Logan’s body like venti of the ancient age. Logan nodded silently and unceremoniously, unable to think of a good retort. “Come and turn it off yourself.”

That was what had sent his class into chaos. One of them had yelled “Dance party!” immediately after, jumping up from his seat and flailing his arms around in what Logan could only assume to be dancing—an attempt at dancing, at the very least. Logan glared at Virgil as he stalked slowly towards the interloper, the sounds of students nothing but background noise at this point. He leaned closer to Virgil, his eyes full of wrath.

“Turn that music off right now,” he hissed.

“You’re staying up too late. If I can’t sleep in, you can’t stay out,” was Virgil’s only response. Logan stuttered.

“You—I—I am teaching a class!”

“And I’m not turning the music off,” Virgil continued. “I told you, if you want it off—” Virgil other hand grabbed Logan’s waist, pulling him into a dip as the professor yelped in surprise and the students cheered Virgil on. “—you’re going to have to do it yourself.”

It took a full five seconds to pass before Logan’s brain rebooted, shutting down the moment Virgil’s warm touch had met his starved skin. Once his reason returned, he wrangled himself out of his neighbor’s arms with several muttered swears and all but ripped Virgil’s phone out of his hands, turning the music off quickly and shoving the device back towards his neighbor. He glared daggers at the interloper for good measure as he retreated back into the comforts of his classroom with a scowl on his face.

“You’re not getting enough sleep either, teach. What was it you said? Yeah, I remember now: ‘a good bedtime is crucial to a healthy lifestyle.’” Virgil smirked as he watched Logan try to reign in his class, to no avail, those dark irises of his eyes holding something mysterious Logan would love to unravel if it weren’t for the classroom of fifty students in the process of losing their minds. “Of course, not letting loose every once in a while and refusing to humor your everloving neighbor really takes a hit on you, doesn’t it?” Logan glanced at Virgil as he paused from removing a recording phone from particularly stubborn student, focusing on the annoyance swirling through him instead of the rapid, blink-and-you’ll-miss-it wave of warmth that overcame him at the sight of Virgil’s eyes, half hooded by his black-painted eyelids and full of curiosity—curiosity for Logan. That particular feeling he shoved back into the recesses of his mind.

“Virgil Savage, escort yourself out of this room or I will have security do so. We will continue this at a later date.” Virgil only grinned wickedly as he saluted once more and slinked behind the door frame, disappearing in the myriad of hallways.

“How about we continue it tomorrow at Bourbon Coffee? I hear they make great croissants!” Virgil shouted back. Logan stopped dead in his tracks, his head whipping towards the door in shock. But in true Virgil fashion, he was gone before Logan could find out more.

His only hope to gain another piece of the puzzle that was Virgil Savage was to meet him at Bourbon Coffee tomorrow morning.

He prayed he would survive their encounter.

Logan woke up to the mouth-watering smell of french toast the next morning, a smile already on his face. He found his brother in the kitchen, slipping Lola little bites of bacon as he cooked.

“What is all this for, Patton? Don’t you trust me to make my own breakfast?” he asked as he patted Lola, who showed off her canines with a beam.

“One of Emile’s former patients is one of your students. They told a little story on Twitter, and Emile found out and told me!” Patton swiveled around, almost whacking Logan in the face with his spatula. “How come you didn’t tell me you were going on a date?” Logan huffed, swiping a slice of bacon from the plate where they were cooling.

“It’s not a date,” he argued. “This might be my only chance to actually deal with Virgil besides throwing a pillow over my ears.” Patton chuckled, leaving the conversation as he finished cooking and slid two slices of french toast onto a nearby plate and handing it to Logan, throwing a smaller slice on the floor for Lola to wolf down. He continued his points as he ate. “Besides, I wouldn’t even call our relationship a friendship—”

“Alright, first off, don’t talk with your mouth full,” Patton interrupted as he maneuvered them both to sit at the dining room table. “Second of all.” Patton waited until Logan looked up at his brother, holding his gaze. “Do you want it to be a friendship?” he asked gently, knowing the look that was growing in Logan’s eyes.

“…Truth be told, Patton… I do. Virgil…” Logan sighed, unsure how he could ever explain his interest in Virgil if he couldn’t explain the greatest mysteries of the universe, which were far more comprehensible than the mind and soul of his neighbor. “…Virgil is unexplainable. I try to understand him. But I can’t… Am I wrong to want to understand him?”

A ghost of a smile crossed Patton’s lips as he regarded his brother. “No. Not at all.” Patton’s grin turned mischievous. “But date or not, I still get to be excited! You never go out, it’s nice to see you having fun for once.” For once, Logan did not respond to Patton, allowing himself to genuinely grin.

Fun…

It wasn’t a foreign word in his dictionary, but its page wasn’t dog-eared the way other words were. It didn’t have the significance of ebullience (bubbly enthusiasm—it reminded him of his brother), it didn’t have the importance of syzygy (the alignment of celestial bodies—he always found some way to weave it into his lectures), it didn’t roll across his tongue with the same effortlessness of hiraeth (homesickness for a place that never was or cannot be returned to—plus, it tied into his efforts to learn the Welsh language). Fun was not an unknown word, but it was not one mulled over like wine as he pondered his place in the universe.

That didn’t mean he couldn’t reintroduce it to his vocabulary, relearn the way it sounded, the way it felt running along his vocal cords.

Patton could tell what was going through his brother’s mind. He sat back lazily as he ate his breakfast, his smile just barely concealing his pride. “It’s almost nine, by the way,” he added. “You should get ready soon.” Logan nodded, only a little disappointed that they had to end their moment of peace so quickly.

Far too soon, he found himself ready to go, with the exception of a stomach that wouldn’t stop churning. Logan had no idea why he was so nervous—at best, he and Virgil would get coffee and talk without tearing each other’s head apart, and at worst they would just continue their feud like normal. It wasn’t like things going wrong would ruin his life irreversibly—so why did Logan feel the need to impress Virgil, to make things go perfectly?

He pushed those musings to the back of mind for later analysis. He headed outside to be met with the uncomfortable heat he was so used to yet hated all the same. Wearing a black cotton button down did nothing to relieve the suffocating heat against his body. Silently, he cursed the sun as he glanced about, wondering where Virgil was. It hit him that they had never agreed to a specific time. For all Logan knew, Virgil could already by at the coffee shop waiting for him.

Swallowing thickly—he didn’t know why, he had no reason to be nervous—Logan walked over to his neighbor’s house and rapped his knuckles against the door, tapping his foot incessantly as he waited.

The door opened to reveal… not-Virgil. Logan vaguely recalled him as the drunken man who had popped up behind Virgil the first time he had given his neighbors a visit, though he could not remember the man’s name for the life of him. The man yawned, staring at Logan.

“You’re that teacher Virgil’s obsessed with, right?” he asked.

“…Yes?” Logan wasn’t exactly sure how to respond to that, even if his heart did flutter a little bit at it. “Is he inside? We’re supposed to meet at Bourbon Coffee, but he failed to give a time. I thought it would be logical to go with him so we arrive at the same time.”

The man at the door chuckled. “Virgil’s got a date, eh?”

Logan flushed against his will. “Alright—first of all, it is not a date, and second of all, would you please just tell me where he is?” he pleaded. The man nodded with a lopsided grin, glancing behind him.

“He’s still asleep. Probably thought the date would be a late one,” he drawled, laughing at the way Logan grumbled at the continued use of the word “date.” The man stuck out his hand, at last (re)introducing himself. “I’m Roman. Nice to properly meet you.” Logan took his hand politely, shaking it as he tried to be as inconspicuous as possible as he looked inside the house to hopefully see Virgil.

“I’m Logan Guiscard. Pleasure to meet you as well,” he said, biting back his frown when he couldn’t see his enigmatic neighbor. He drew his hand back with an awkward sigh. “Well, please let me know when Virgil wakes. I would rather go with him to the coffee shop than wait for him.” Roman nodded, saying he would, and closed the door to leave Logan standing on the porch with a heavy heart, though he decided it was better not to analyze why he felt disappointed that he wasn’t able to see Virgil.

Logan felt his phone vibrate and saw a text from his brother. Are you there yet? it read. He texted back a quick response, smirking devilishly when a notification from his music service popped up, giving him a positively evil idea. He tapped on the notification, opening the app, and scrolled until he found a song Virgil would adore waking up to.

“Would you mind if I listened to some music while I waited?” Logan asked Roman as innocently as possible. The neighbor shrugged. He bit back his sly grin as he subtly turned his volume all the way, connecting to his speaker, which remained on the porch from their last morning encounter. He pressed play, and let himself smile at last as chaos erupted to the sound of My Chemical Romance’s “Planetary (GO!)”.

The first thing to happen was Roman bursting into laughter as he realized what was happening. The second thing to happen was a series of shouts from inside Virgil’s house. Two people emerged from the shadows—someone Logan had yet to meet, and Virgil. He felt himself smile without thinking at the sight of his neighbor. Virgil’s eyes were hooded and full of exhaustion, bent on the murder of whoever woke him up so early. They cleared upon seeing Logan, lighting up like fireworks, but quickly narrowed as he put two and two together and realized Logan was behind his early wake-up.

“Y’know, if it weren’t for the fact that I love this song, I would be throttling you, you damn player,” Virgil mumbled with a tired laugh. He was murmuring along to the lyrics, holding out a hand to the teacher. “Come on, aren’t you going to dance with me?” For a moment, Logan felt like he had landed on an alien planet, because in no galaxy would this ever happen, but the moment passed as soon Logan realized, foreign planet or not, there was no way he would ever refuse.

He took Virgil’s hand with a sheepish smile, a silent apology for his lack of skill when it came to the aesthetic movement of his awkward limbs. Virgil didn’t seem to mind as they danced—well, to call it dancing would be pushing it. It was more like what Patton had once described as “moshing”, a frantic but energizing thrashing of arms and legs with no regards of what others thought. It was fun. Logan found that he actually liked it—or perhaps it was only because Virgil was dancing with him, and in a few minutes they would be grabbing coffee together like a real couple… of friends.

When at last the song ended, both of them were gasping for air as they laughed like the idiots they were. Logan was grinning so hard it hurt, but he found he didn’t care. I like him. I really like him a lot.

For once, the thought didn’t scare him.

“I’m guessing you want to head to Bourbon Coffee?” Virgil was asking him. Logan nodded wordlessly, unable to speak as he regained his breath. Virgil smiled softly. “I’ll go change, then. I’ve shown up wearing pyjamas too many times, they’ll probably kick me out this time.” Virgil hurried inside to change out of his night clothes, leaving Logan alone with Roman and the new person.

“We haven’t met before, I’m Logan Guiscard,” he introduced, holding out a hand to them. Their eyes flickered over Logan for a moment.

“Desmond Inoni. Call me Dee. You’re the teacher Virgil’s obsessed with,” the man stated cooly, amused as Logan blushed furiously, spluttering incessantly. The teacher was unable to voice his objections further, as Virgil came running out, hopping on one foot as he shoved a black sneaker on. “You two have fun,” Dee called as they set off. Virgil flipped him off playfully over his shoulder as Logan motioned for him to get in the teacher’s car.

In ten minutes, they were sitting down in the cafe with their hot coffee. Logan had gotten a simple black coffee, with about a bucket of added sugar, and Virgil had ordered some complex drink the bartender seemed to have had memorized. They sat in a corner booth by the window, enjoying the company of some calming, though probably fake, spider plants. Logan tried his best to be inconspicuous as he studied Virgil Savage, the mystery himself. He studied the way Virgil bobbed slightly to the cliché electro swing, the way the sunlight lit up the dusk in his eyes, the way his lips curved when he smiled as he spoke about his short-lived endeavor to become a musician to pay his way through college.

“What about you?” Virgil inquired. “How did you pay for college?”

“I won a scholarship by writing about astronomy. Being a teaching assistant helped to pay for the rest,” he explained. “I had to work quite hard to keep my scholarship, so I never had as many chances to make relationships—platonic or otherwise.” He caught Virgil’s gaze as he mumbled, “This is actually the first time I’ve been out with someone besides my brother and his partner…” Virgil’s eyes visibly widened in disbelief.

“Never?!” Logan shook his head, less melancholic than the last time he had mused over the young adulthood he never had. Somehow, sharing his woes with his neighbor lessened their meaning. Virgil took a sip of his drink before continuing, looking out beneath his thick eyelashes. “…I’m glad you thought my company was worthy enough for you, Logan.”

Logan knew he would treasure the way Virgil said his name for eons, forever and ever until the final star burned out and left the universe dark. He would always remember the way his heart skipped a beat, something slotting into place. Even if nothing came of this experience, even if by some reason he never saw Virgil again, even if the world ended right that moment and he was the last being alive, he would know that he had fallen in love with Virgil Savage.

But his neighbor was not meant to be his soulmate. Virgil didn’t love him.

“Logan? You okay?” Virgil was waving his hand in front of his face, worry swimming in his eyes. “You kinda disassociated for a moment. Don’t worry, I do it all the time.” Logan almost chuckled at Virgil’s small blush. “Penny for your thoughts?”

“Oh, it’s nothing,” he promised. “Just… glad you think my company is worth an early rise.” Virgil cracked a smile with a huff, shaking his head.

“Don’t think this changes things,” he warned. “I have a whole playlist you’re going to fall asleep to.”

“That would sound adorable and affectionate if I didn’t know what a scoundrel you truly are,” Logan fired back with a smirk of his own. “I promise I’ll have my own songs to share with you in the early morning hours.” Virgil laughed loud enough to draw the attention of other patrons, his smile crinkling the corners of his eyes.

They sat and talked for what must have been hours, trading anecdotes, questions, and life advice. He learned that Virgil had grown up half an hour away in the backwoods of suburbia, that his favorite color was violet, his favorite animal was a bird of paradise because their dances were beautiful and stupid at the same time, that his parents were divorced but were still friends, that his biggest wish as a young, dumb kid was to be an astronaut and die among the stars. In return, he told Virgil about himself, how his mother had died when he was nine but he loved his stepmother just as much, how his adoration of space began when an astronaut came to his school, how his favorite article of clothing was an old baggy sweatshirt from his first year teaching.

Yet all good things must come to an end, and eventually Virgil had to ruefully apologize that he had an appointment he needed to go to, and had to leave.

He watched Virgil leave wistfully, stirring what remained of his coffee with a cheap plastic stick as he let his thoughts wander over mountains and meadows. Somehow, by some chance, he was in love with Virgil Savage.

Even if Virgil never loved him back, he would make sure to cherish him. He would love and he would lose, yes, but he knew it would be better than to love and to imagine what could have been.

The climax to it all came about a week later, after many continued meetups. Virgil had been hinting at some big finale to it all for the past few days, and Logan was both incredibly excited and incredibly terrified of what his neighbor was planning.

It happened on a clear October night, just as Logan was winding down from a particularly tiring day. Patton was packed and ready to leave tomorrow morning, already sleep despite the early evening hour, and as much as his puns and jokes exasperated Logan to no end, he was going to miss his brother.

The teacher was sitting at the dining room table, finishing up reading a student’s paper. He rubbed at his fluttering eyelids, trying to keep himself from falling asleep as he took another sip from his water, determined to have all his papers graded before he went to sleep. He glanced at his watch every few minutes, chastising himself for checking so often as though he were waiting for something, quickly righting his course of focus back to his yet-to-be-graded papers.

He was about to call it a night and resign himself to an early morning finishing yesterday’s work when it happened. Through the window, which he had left open so he could enjoy the sounds of the night, came the telltale beginnings of trouble, a faint rumble Logan had come to recognize as a bassline emanating from his neighbor’s house.

As he began to hear the lyrics, he tipped back his head with a groan that couldn’t decide whether it wanted to be exasperated or amused. “Oh, you have got to be kidding me…” he muttered as he pushed away from the table to stumble to the window and stand bewildered at the apparent absence of life in the Savage household. Not even a bedroom light was on inside, and it seemed either Virgil had fallen asleep to The All-American Rejects, or this was Virgil’s finale. He knew it was the latter.

Sighing, he pushed away from the table with a clatter of his chair. Running a hand through unkempt tangles of hair, Logan all but shoved the door open and walked out into the brisk night, letting the overwhelming intensity of the song wash over him and take all worries of the papers on his kitchen table away from his mind. Then he noticed movement from one of the windows, and Logan knew to prepare himself for an overly dramatic performance that would have cemented his love for his neighbor if the secret space enthusiasm and the wistful eyes hadn’t already done so.

Logan’s hypothesis proved correct when the bridge of the song began, and people poured out of the house, just like in the music video—which he had watched dozens of times, in a long playlist titled “virgil’s favorites -- memorize!!”, because if he was going to be in love with the man, he might as well know more about what he liked.

And, just like in the music video, they began chanting the ever-plaguing verse as Virgil, playing the role of Tyson Ritter, strutted slowly and calmly down the steps to the teacher’s driveway, where Logan was waiting for him, an exasperated smirk greeting his neighbor.

As soon as Virgil was within an earshot, Logan called to him. “Is this your finale, then?” Virgil’s eyes lit up with playfulness as he stood toe to toe with the teacher, his grin bigger than a full moon.

“Was it too predictable for you?” Virgil retorted with a glimmer of affection in his voice.

“Perhaps,” Logan replied in the same dramatic air as Virgil. “Though I’m beginning to think maybe it’s because I’m rubbing off on you.”

“And maybe it’s because I’m letting you rub off on me. Maybe I like it,” Virgil laughed as he stepped but an inch closer. Logan could see the little discolored speckles in Virgil’s eyes now, from how close they were. Almost close enough to kiss, his brain supplied (un)helpfully.

At once, Logan’s entire demeanor changed. They were close enough to kiss, weren’t they? He’d been fantasizing about it on more than one occasion, though Logan always classified them as nothing but. Nothing but fantasies to tuck away for reminiscing. But here, under starlight, with Virgil looking like a Lunar Queen, with those mesmerizing eyes trapping his, those fantasies seemed more like memories.

“Logan,” Virgil whispered. And like that, the spell was broken. Logan broke from his dreaming to hear a silent night once more, the song having ended without his notice. He opened his mouth to apologize, but Virgil beat him to it. “Look up.”

And, oh, wasn’t that a sight.

“I was wondering why you weren’t outside watching the meteor shower, and when I texted Patton, he said you were grading papers. Can you believe it? Missing the coolest thing in the world for a couple of dead trees?” Virgil was saying, his voice soft and gentle as a blanket.

Logan, of course, was too busy looking to hear him.

Not looking at the meteor shower—oh, no, no. As gorgeous as the black-blue-purple swashes of paint across the heavens was, as breath-taking as the falling stars were, as inspiring as the night sky captured in pure happiness was, none of it compared to the beauty he was so enraptured by—the beauty, of course, being the look of pure awe in Virgil’s eyes as he watched the meteors shoot across the sky.

Without thinking, Logan leaned over, and kissed him.

It was brief, but as soon as he pulled away, he said, “I think I love you.” Just to cement it, of course. To make sure Virgil knew.

The man in question stared at Logan, his eyes wide with surprise, and lips parted in an unspoken gasp. Virgil said nothing. He only grabbed the back of Logan’s neck and pulled him for a second, better kiss.

Two shooting stars crossed the sky together above them, as if in love.

[tthevoidinmysoul]

thoughts on 2016 - 31/12/2016

hey there. This is gonna be a summary of 2016 or smth. Here it goes.

For starters! DAMN. Okay so I read both 2014 and 2015′s entry and wow? haha I guess it’s been a trip man. To both of you, I want to pat your backs so much. It’s gotten better. So so much better.

This was my 2nd year studying Animation. It’s thought that it’s the hardest?? of em? because we have 2 shortfilms to work on, one 2D and another 3D (each one in a semester). And BOY was it hard as fuck.

Do you by any chance remember that girl who yelled at me in front of everybody? That one I swore I’d never ever work with again in my life? WELL I GOT NEWS FOR U LMAO. For the 2D shortfilm, someppls and I in my generation had organized ourselves to be in the same team. It was going to be a BIG team. 9 ppl big. And we were the better half of the generation, the “hardworkers” and “talented” ones. The first day of class? They kicked me out of the team. Just like that. I was damn angry, Hell, I was enraged. They wouldnt give me explanations as to why was I kicked out, just a simple “my team is full, deku” was all I got from a girl (who has the shittest personality of all) (let’s call her Shitty, bc she’s going to be recurrent in this story). So I had to enter the other team. Crybaby was there (let’s call her crybab lmao), and we were like “ok, whatever”. The team I entered was very aware of my discomfort about not being with them, and as soon as I realized I was making it uncomfortable, I changed my attitude. If i’m going to do it with them, I’m going to do it damn right. It’s going to sound harsh, but I had to work with what I had. Long short story, Shitty was shitty all the way and I gained a lot of uh negativity from my generation aaaaaaaall the semester. Once the team (that means I, nobody else spoke that much tbqh) confronted Crybaby bc she seriously didnt do a FLYING FUCK and she cried and our teacher believed all the things she said. She even started attacking ME (personal things?? she bought up what happened last semester and i’m like *inhales* BOI) but well, whatever. She got out of the school lol.

NOW, to add gasoline to the fire, I started hanging out with prodigy boy. WINKS @ 2015 DEKU HE’S UR BEST FRIEND NOW HOW’S THET SHIT BROOOOOO!! So let’s call him Poop. Since Poop and I were the “most outstanding students” in the career, we were of course targeted. He was going through a hard time with himself and other ppl, I was just starting with mine lol, so we were like, hated by both our generations. It didn’t help we were teammates in a subject, seriously it was super hard. But that got us very very close and now I just wow, I’m so happy. I WANT TO WRITE ABOUT HIM BUT IT’S NOT THE TIME!! Later.

Our 2D SF was a bit shit. Not VERY shit, but not the best either. The other team did a better job, buT BECAUSE THEY DIDNT HAVE ANY FUCKING WALKING CYCLES AND THAT’S CHEATING. Lol it itsnt but I stand that ours was at least more complex than theirs. We finished 2 hours b4 turning in the video lmao.

During the semester I got into a project with one of my teammates (let’s call her Copycat) in which we had to do a 2D animation for our school. It was going SO WELL. It went cool tbh. But at the end of the semester, thanks to Poop we found out she’d been copying music without giving credit to the respective authors (first for our SF and with a lil bit of investigation I found that she’d done the same with most of the digitalizations of the animation for school). I confronted her and she was like “it isn’t my fault that they’re doing the same as I am” and i’m like BRO. Whatever, she can go fuck off.

Now, after the semester ended, I approached a guy who was (was bc he graduated this yr lol) a film student, let’s call him CoolGuy, to see if he wanted to be in my 3D SF team. I told him that for the moment, it was Copycat (YES it had to be her bc she’s p much the only person who doesnt hate me in my generation), and AmazingArtist. She’s like, cRAZY TALENTED, she was in my 2D SF team and p much the only one who worked?? she’s so cool. He said he had to see with a teacher bc he was going to do his Thesis and al that stuff, so it’d be p hard for him to balance everything he was going to do, but that he was grateful I’d asked him (I was like BRO, YOU’RE THE BEST ANIMATOR ON OUR GENERATION [I know I said I was, that’s bc I was referring to the animation students. He’s better than me] WHY WHOUDLNT I).I also started hanging out with a teacher (he’ll be CoolTeach) (the teacher of the animation class from last yr) (bc he’s super young and cool and Poop and him are friends) and now we’re also FRONDS and that’s cool. We talked a bit in the summer since I was pitching my idea for the 3D shortfilm and stuff. He’s chill.

Summer vacation was another adventure. Poop and I had a lil bit of an argument ¿¿ kinda, not quite?? let’s call it a difference of ideas. So we didn’t talk that much. I went to Seattle with my sis-in-law to visit my brother who went once again to work there. Boi, it was sO BEAUTIFUIL. It gave me lots of expectations for an independent life and all, it’s still confusing and overwhelming but it was an amazing experience. I EVEN WENT TO THE GROCERIES. BY MYSELF ¿¿¿¿¿¿ that’s like, wow.

SUMMER ALSO WAS AMAZING BC I DISCOVERED VOLTRON LEGENDARY DEFENDER AND THAT SHOW GIVES ME LIFE TBH I’M STILL SCREAMING ABOUT IT!!!!!

So it was then time for the 3D SF. I SHOULD say that at this point, I had been approached by multiple people, including Shitty (who had been badmouthing me for the past year) saying that we should be together for this project. I was like HA yeah no bitch. In the end, our team was made of CoolGuy, Copycat, AmazingArtist, another guy who’s like, a ghost (guess he’ll be Ghostie) haha he’s a hardworker, but he’s not that good, plus he’s not that emotionally involved in the project, still, to have a person with a great disposition is way more valuable than any of the other guys who could’ve been in the team, and I (obviously lmao).

We did get a bit of hate by the other teams, all of course leadered by Shitty & Co. but tbqh we were having such a nice time that it didn’t matter that much. In the end, we finished with a GREAT PRODUCT, we’re going to festivals with our SF ;A; the judges loved it and it just, wow, I’m so so happy with it. sO to answer 2015 deku’s question, you did a GREAT JOB + got MORE FRIENDS and couldnt be better than this tbh.

Now in winter vacations, I’ve been hanging out with Poop, CoolTeach and CoolGuy bc they’re COOL and nice people and honestly i’m so happy with them. We have plans on opening a studio once we all gradute and I’m like ????? HOW DID I GET IN HERE but damn, i’m so happy. I seriously am.

I HAVE MORE TO SAY BUT DAMN I’M RUNNING OUT OF TIMEEEE maybe i’ll cheat and finish this tomorrow LOL.

quESTION TIME

How much did I fuck up? NOT THAT mUCH SURPRISINGLY I’M HAPPY

How did the SF went? GOOD; BETTER THAN EXPECTED TBH

Are you still friends with PB? Well, YES? He’s my best friend.. things have happened, I nEED to write about that, but we’re very happy and it doesn’t look like we’ll get separated soon hah. I HOPE I’M NOT JINXING IT RIP

Have you found yourself? Hell naw. But bro, i’m on the road. I swear I’m on the way this time. It feels amazing.

2016 YOU’VE BEEN ONE HELL OF A RIDE BUT I THANK U V MUCH FOR ALL THE THINGS UVE BROUGHT FOR ME. wait. EXCEPT BC TLOZ BOTW GOT DELAYED ONCE AGAIN I’M ANGRY BC OF THAT. FUCK YOU.

UHH QUESTIONS FOR 2017′S DEKU!

did u go to Spain????

how are things with Poop??

how’s doggo bc he’s old and i’m worried.

did you survive your 10 subject semester

(i’m guessing no)

YEA BOIIIIIIIIIIII 2017 COME AT ME YOU NERD!!! I’M READY

- A