#...I was doing tomorrow's queue and figured I may as well go ahead and answer this one ^^;;

[ridiasfangirlings]

Do you by chance remember which light novel (or maybe it was one of those one-shot side stories?) it was where Yata went back to his and Fushimi's old apartment? I could have sworn the time frame was taking place during Missing Kings but I can't seem to find that one written part. Iirc he went back to clear his head but it's been a while. I'm trying to track down all the canon Sarumi stuff and it's hard. Lol.

You seem to usually know where things are so I figured I'd ask!

There's not one from the MK era that I can recall, I believe the story you're thinking of is The Eldest Son and His Best Friend, which takes place during ROK when Fushimi goes to jungle. Yata stops at the old apartment at the end of the story to check for Fushimi, who isn't there (but he was, as we see in the story right before that, which is a lovely bit of symmetry).

[captainsolare]

Did someone want some request for our underated baby boy sero? 👀 Because here I am! Anyway! Ok so how would Sero react to his crush singing him a love song on karaoke night with the class? Like they're not dating or anything, but reader just wanted to tease Sero a bit and if it means they'll have to indirectly confess to him with a sappy love song than oops 🤭 also love your writting and i hope you're doing well❤️💜❤️

A/N: This was so fun to write! I may or may not have added this song to my love songs playlist after I found it lol. Truthfully, my heart was beating fast the whole time I was writing this, I hope you enjoy it! Thanks and I am doing well :) Hope you are as well! 

The song is “Consider Me” by Allen Stone so feel free to listen to it on repeat while you read! 

Karaoke night with your friends was always fun, you sang and danced the night away until your voice was shot and you ached all over. But tonight was different, tonight you were going to do something risky. You gulped at the thought, how could you have let Uraraka and Mina convince you to do this? 

Your mind flashed back to last night, during your sleepover the three of you were talking about boys. You sat on the floor, hugging your pillow to your chest and sighed. “Come on, Y/N, there must be someone you have the hots for!” Mina teased. “Yeah, spill it sister!” Uraraka said, poking your knee. Your face turned bright red, but you couldn’t help but smile. “Okay okay, but promise not to tease me about it?” Both girls nodded vigorously. 

“Okay, it’s Sero! But no matter what I do it seems like he just doesn’t notice me.” You said, frowning at the last sentence. Uraraka and Mina squealed, grabbing each other’s hands. “Really?! That’s so cute!!!” “You two would be sooooo cute together.” 

“How can we if he hardly talks to me?” You asked. Mina and Uraraka exchanged a glance, then erupted in a fit of giggles. “I know! Do you remember what tomorrow night is?” “Uhh, karaoke night?” “Yes! And I know just the thing that will give him no choice but to notice you.” Once you caught on to their plan, you protested but they just wouldn’t give in so you agreed. Could this actually work? The three of you spent the rest of the night formulating a plan, what song to sing, what to wear, what to say, etc,. 

And that brought you to tonight, dressed in an outfit your mother would probably find scandalous, and maybe a little too much eyeliner, but hey, you were nervous when you were putting it on, so no one could fault you for that right? And you were gathering up the courage to go up and sing a love song to the boy of your dreams. “Go on girl! Get your mans! There’s no way he doesn’t have the hots for you.” Mina whispered. “Yeah,” Uraraka agreed, “Have you seen the way he stares at you?” Your heart was hammering in your chest, would this work? What if he laughed? What if he doesn’t like me back? What if he likes someone else? 

You tried to push the doubts out of your mind, even if this went terribly wrong, it would still be a fond memory of you with your friends, and something to laugh about later. You asked Tokoyami, who was currently in charge of loading the songs, to queue up “Consider Me” by Allen Stone. He nodded and told you it would be three songs until you went. 

You went back to Mina and Uraraka and told them the plan would be a go soon. When Tokoyami announced your song and your name, you almost passed out from nervousness, but all your friends cheered. You walked on shaky legs up to the stage, and your heart skipped a beat when you glanced over to where Sero and his friends were standing and you saw him give you a thumbs up. You shakily returned his thumbs up and opened your mouth to speak. “Umm…” You wiped your sweaty palm on your jeans and cursed the way your voice was shaking, “I’d like to dedicate this song to Sero!” You forced out, then gave Tokoyami the go-ahead to start the song. At your words, his friends began to hoot and holler, fully teasing him. 

You took a deep breath and began singing, “If you’re looking for somebody who will love you through the night, and be there in the morning with the same look in their eyes. If you’re looking for somebody who will listen to your thoughts and understand the way you feel with no words at all”

When you said that you were dedicating your song to him, Sero was pretty surprised. But when you started to sing, and the lyrics began sinking in, he was trying not to pass out from shock. Had you figured out his crush on you? There was no way he’d been that obvious, right? Truthfully, he’d always considered you perfect, way too perfect for him, but nonetheless, he was utterly entranced by you. Denki gave him a particularly hard punch to his shoulder and he zoned back into the words you were singing. 

“If you need appreciation, without compensation; someone to give you what you need. If you’re looking for some magic, that will not end tragic; Darling all I ask is you consider me. 

Consider me, consider me, consider me, Won’t you consider me?” 

By the time you were done with the song, Sero had no breath left in his body. “Is this real?” He whispered. “You bet it is!” Denki yelled, draping his arm across his shoulders and shaking him. Once the song ended, Mina hopped up onstage, “Well? Sero? This girl just poured her heart out to you on stage tonight! Are you gonna give her an answer?” Sero really did pass out at that. “He likes you too! You’re a total knockout!” Kirishima and Kaminari yelled, holding the poor boy up. 

Your classmates all cheered, and you were trying not to pass out yourself. Yours was the last song of the night, so all your classmates began to funnel out of the room. You volunteered to stay with Sero until he woke up again, well, you would have stayed anyways, but your friends and his friends voluntold you to. Todoroki grabbed you a wet cloth to drape over Sero’s forehead, “Thanks Todoroki, we’ll see you back at the dorm.” He nodded and took his leave, waving as he left. 

Sero woke up with his head in your lap on the couch and nearly passed out again. “Good morning sleepyhead.” You said, trying not to show how nervous you were at this whole situation. He looked up at you and studied your face, damn you looked so beautiful tonight. He sat up, wanting to give you personal space, then cleared his throat. “Y/N?”

He asked after a while. “Yeah?” “Did you really mean what you sang? Do you like me too?” “Yeah, sorry if that’s awkward. Wait, too?!” You couldn’t help but yell at his admission. “Why didn’t you tell me?” “Honestly, “ he chuckled, “I thought you were way out of my league.” 

“Really? I thought the same about you.” You admitted, nervously playing with the rings you were wearing. “Well, now that we’re on the same page, do you want to walk home together?” He asked, standing up and extending his hand. “Well, considering everyone else ditched us, yes... But I would have said yes even if our friends were still here.” 

You took his hand and he helped you up from the couch. You stepped out into the night air, giggling from the night’s events. “I can’t believe it took me singing a sappy love song and you passing out over it for us to get together.” “Well, what can I say? You’re a total knockout.”  

The two of you walked home hand in hand, needless to say, you took the long way home. 

[qvestchen]

Nemesis // Soonwoo SVT

Summary: It was really laughable. The idea that Jeon Wonwoo had a nemesis. And yet there it was. The clear proof that all his life, like a nagging dull ache, Kwon Soonyoung had stepped all over his plans without ever really acknowledging him.

And maybe it was wrong for Wonwoo to seek him out but all he wanted was answers at first. He had never imagined they would stand opposite each other, fingers on triggers, his death in his nemesis’s hands and vice-versa.

Author: qvestchen

Status: Ongoing

Chapters: Home, Previous, Next.

Nemesis // Soonwoo SVT

Chapter 2:  But he is cursed

Soonyoung was laughing, totally immersed in a joke that his friend, Junhui, was narrating when Jihoon scoffed loudly.

“Have you two even signed up for your electives yet?”

Soonyoung and Jun stopped laughing and threw him a dark look.

“Jihoon, loosen up when you’re at the drama club,” Soonyoung said, whining slightly. “We still have till tomorrow to decide.”

Jun nodded. “A decision made at the last minute is the best.”

Seungcheol who was lazily watching the three of them while going over Jihoon’s new music with Joshua grinned at Joshua and Jihoon. “Should I break it to them?”

Jihoon smiled. “Let me do the honours this time.” He straightened up from his position on the floor and cleared his throat. “Today’s the last date for applying for electives. Good luck getting any because I’m pretty sure all of the courses are filled up by now. The good ones, anyway.”

Soonyoung frowned, still disbelieving, reaching for his phone to check the date. “You’ve probably mixed up your da—oh shit, Jun, we got to rush. It’s today!”

The two of them scrambled up quickly jumping down from the cool stage, looking for their bags.

“Joshua, what happens if two fools don’t choose their electives?” Seungcheol asked, laughing fondly at his friends.

Joshua pretended to think. “Apart from the immediate embarrassment? I would say, failing the semester, seeing everyone else pass and ooh, or worse, expulsion?”

They laughed as Jun flipped them off.

Jihoon got up too. “I’m going to the studio—”

“You mean your dorm room,” Seungcheol corrected.

“What’s in a name?” Jihoon said, gathering his things. “Got to go, folks. Inspiration calls. Wait up, you two. I’m coming up.”

“I’m planning to go to the cafeteria too,” Joshua said. “I’ll grab a sandwich and finish my essay.”

Soonyoung, who was waiting for Jun at the door, said. “I don’t understand how you like the cafeteria food so much. Especially when now we have Jeonghan’s cooking to sample.”

Joshua visibly stiffened. “I’ll see you later.” He left without looking at Soonyoung.

“What’s up with him?” Soonyoung asked Seungcheol as they locked the drama club.

“He doesn’t like the new club member.”

“Jeonghan? He has barely known him for a couple of days. How serious can it be?” He said, looking at Joshua’s retreating figure.

Seungcheol shrugged. “I have no idea. He’s usually very welcoming to the new members.”

Jihoon said, “He’s probably just worried about his essay. He’s been writing it in the cafeteria since the start of semester.”

Jun cut across. “You’re all wrong. It’s the sexual tension.”

“O-kay, that’s our cue to leave,” Soonyoung said, dragging Jun to the Language and Literature block.

There was a huge line of students at the Chinese department so Jun suggested that Soonyoung should go ahead. “Unless you want to take the class with me which would be amazing, to be honest.”

“You’re Chinese. You’re going to ace it but it’s a bit too heavy an elective for me. Intro to Persian is famous for being a light elective. Let me just rush and sign up for it and come back for you.”

Soonyoung walked outside the department room and was immediately hit by the sound of students loudly discussing plans but the noise died out as he left the English and Chinese language departments behind and climbed upstairs to the quiet, dusty corridor which housed the small, air-conditioned room that worked as the reception of the Persian department. He knocked at the glass door and waited before poking his head inside. “May I come in?”

The man at the small reception desk looked up from the computer screen with intense dislike at having been disturbed from his solitary afternoon ruminations. “Since you’re here, you might as well.”

Soonyoung walked inside quietly, smiling a bit awkwardly. “I could come back later if you’re busy.”

Truth be told, the great ‘angel’ of the drama club who was famous for being loud, boisterous and confident, the friendly Soonyoung was, outside his drama club and otherwise small group of friends, a shy, polite person especially in front of people he didn’t know. Right now, he was a stark contrast to his popular image (Jihoon often joked “it is the Gemini in him”) but the fact was that he was all of this together, a complex person, a bit forgetful at times but an easily endearing person, the kind who made people feel at ease.

The man at the desk seemed to consider his words. “How can I help you today?”

Soonyoung smiled warmly. “I came to sign up for the ‘Introduction to Persian Language and Culture’ course. Wait I have my ID copy and registration form somewhere here.” He rummaged in his backpack, apologetically. “Ah, here it is.”

He was handed a sheet. “You’re lucky. We just had one spot left. Fill in your details, name, course, email and so on and sign here.”

“Oh wow,” Soonyoung said, writing down his name, “I am so grate—” His phone rang, a hip-hop number filling the small room. His eyes widened and he apologized, looking at his phone. It was Joshua probably calling to tell him that the cafeteria had some semi-edible delicacy. He silenced his phone, filling in the details and signing with a flourish, before picking up the phone. He nodded to receptionist. “Thank you for everything. I’m looking forward to the classes.” He winced as he heard Joshua nearly screaming out of his phone. “Hello, Joshua. You sound excited. What’s up? Yes, I just finished signing up for the Persian elective. No, no, I don’t want to change. I would love to study English but I would probably fail, see everyone else pass and ooh, or worse, get expelled?” He laughed his characteristic loud, happy laugh, swinging outside the door, not even realising that someone was standing right outside. If he had realized that he had nearly crashed the door into a very annoyed student he would have no doubt stopped and apologized profusely but as it was, he was totally immersed in the call with a frantic Joshua who, unsuccessfully, wanted him to change his elective for some inexplicable reason.

After Joshua mysteriously said a sudden goodbye, Soonyoung reunited with Jun in the Chinese department who was still standing in the queue. “You won’t believe it but I made it just in time.”

Jun said, “I hope I get lucky too. There’s so many people that I’m worried the course will get filled by the time my chance comes.”

As they waited, Soonyoung wondered aloud about Joshua’s strange call and recent behaviour in general. “I hope he’s okay.”

Jun assumed a saint-like expression. “I’m telling you it’s Jeonghan. I think Joshua is experiencing a crush for the first time ever.”

Joshua was, in fact, experiencing something totally different. After having reached the cafeteria and spotting Seokmin and Hansol, he had placed himself within earshot at a table nearby, pretending to work on his essay. He hadn’t expected to hear much but instead he got to know that Wonwoo had decided to take Persian.

He had been unable to stop himself from exclaiming in pure shock. “What!?” No, no, that could not happen. He could not allow that to happen. Soonyoung and Wonwoo could not be allowed to cross paths. As if on cue, the bracelet around his wrist heated up, the runes no doubt signalling impending disaster. He gathered his things into his backpack and between rushing to get up and calling Soonyoung simultaneously, he tripped and fell.

The loud exclamation and following fall alerted Seokmin and Hansol to him and Seokmin even began to reiterate the information but he was already rushing out of the cafeteria, nearly shouting in his phone.

He was crossing the threshold of the cafeteria when something in the corner of his vision seemed to slow down time.

A flash of blonde hair.

Yoon Jeonghan.

Maybe time did slow down because it must have been fraction of a second but Joshua could feel his heart drop as Jeonghan returned his gaze, a taunting smile foretelling his failure to stop things from happening. Still smiling, Jeonghan tilted his head in a greeting and then, time sped up again and turning back, Soonyoung’s voice sounding through his phone, Joshua’s heart dropped as he noticed Jeonghan walking to Seokmin and Hansol’s table.

He had been right. The Warlock was here to stay.

The scene vanished as he tumbled suddenly into a quiet classroom instead of walking out of the cafeteria. “Uh, Soonyoung,” he continued to speak in his phone, “please, don’t take the elective. How about you take English with me? Or, I don’t know, Geography, I’ve heard they still have seats.” But Soonyoung had already cut the line.

He jiggled his bracelet which was warning him of unauthorised magic use but at the same time burning with an urgency that he knew well to read. Soonyoung and Wonwoo were going to cross paths and here, his teleportation magic was shortcircuiting as usual. He groaned aloud. “I’m doing it for them. I’m not using magic for myself.”

He let out a breath, trying to calm himself down. Okay, one more try. He walked to the classroom door and turned the handle, closing his eyes as he walked out.

The air shifted around him and suddenly, he could smell old paper and musty air-conditioning. He sighed in relief on opening his eyes and found himself in the Persian department.

The man at the desk made an irritated noise at seeing him. “The course is closed.”

Joshua walked up to him with a small smile. “You are sleeping right now. I am a figment of your imagination. How about you move on to another dream?” He clenched his fist as his bracelet shuddered with the magic use. He wondered if it would work. Even if it did, it would only work for mere seconds. His magic was limited by the bracelet, taking a physical toll on him to work. Suddenly, a thought of Jeonghan crossed his mind. That one did not have a bracelet. He must be immensely powerful. Immediately, he shook his head. But he is cursed.

His magic seemed to be working for the receptionist eyes glazed slightly, eyelids drooping and his head lolled to the side as slight snores filled the air.

Joshua got to work. He crossed off Soonyoung’s name and details from the list, not even needing to check the list above the last name. Opening the folder beside it, he took out Soonyoung’s ID copy and registration form, stuffing them in his pocket. It took him less than five seconds and the receptionist had already begun to show signs of waking up. He walked to the door, turning one last time to mumble an apology and then, he was walking out.

The air shifted and he was wrinkling his nose, knowing already that his teleportation had messed up again. He was in the washroom beside the cafeteria. Not as offtrack as it could have been though, he reasoned, checking the runes on his bracelet. It was cool again, no warning signs. Disaster had been averted. Soonyoung and Wonwoo had been steered clear of each other.

He noticed that his hands were shaking and pursed his lips before walking out of the cubicle. He caught his reflection in the mirror. His face was ashen. The magic always took a toll, even if he used it for the right purposes. He washed his face and patted it dry with a tissue before walking out confidently.

If anyone had seen him walk out, they wouldn’t have thought him any different from any other student. That gave him comfort and he had even begun to smile a bit, feeling happy with his quick thinking when he walked into the cafeteria. His smile dropped as he found himself under the attention of everyone at the table he had earlier been eavesdropping on. He felt like he was suffocating as he saw Jeonghan sitting alongside Wonwoo.

He knew already that his efforts today were only temporary. Now that Soonyoung and Wonwoo’s lives had a thin common factor—Jeonghan. The warlock seemed to sense his thoughts and raised an eyebrow in challenge.

Jisoo, won’t you come meet my new friends?

His eyes bulged as he recognized the smooth, taunting voice in his head. Jeonghan knew his name. How did he know it? What else did he know?

Get out of my head, Jeonghan. He turned around and walked out of the place, finding himself inadvertently walking into the Chinese department where Soonyoung and Jun were still waiting for Jun’s turn at the registration.

“Joshua? What are you doing here?” Soonyoung asked, brightly.

He looks so happy, he thought, he doesn’t know what I’ve done. He wanted to say sorry for denying his friend his chosen elective. Maybe he could sign him up here. He opened his mouth to suggest it in some subtle way but no sound came out.

Jun clapped. “You’re joining this elective too? What made you change your mind?”

Joshua wanted to say something but his mouth had gone dry and even as he walked to his friends, his body was leaden. He could see their expression drop right before the world spotted and darkened.

The last thing he heard was Jun screaming.

It was, in fact, Soonyoung screaming. Together the two of them managed to haul him to the medic’s room in the building while a teacher rang up the campus hospital.

“Is he okay?” Soonyoung asked the nurse, his face stained with tears, after they had settled Joshua down a bit. It had only been minutes but Jun and him had panicked and called everyone. They were all on the way, including Jeonghan who had called Soonyoung and caught him crying.

The nurse smiled warmly at the two of them. “It’s exhaustion and probably stress but he’ll be fine. Don’t worry.”

“Are you sure?” he asked again. He looked at his friend who was now on the hospital bed. He looked tired, slight dark circles beneath his eyes and pale, blotchy skin.

“Maybe we should call his parents?” Jun said, worriedly.

They looked at each other, suddenly realizing they had no idea how to contact Joshua’s parents.

Soonyoung picked up Joshua’s jacket. “It will be on his phone.” He unlocked the phone easily, priding himself at knowing the passcode, but frowned when he looked at the contacts. He just had four numbers saved. Soonyoung, Seungcheol, Jihoon and Junhui.

Jun who was beside him looked surprised too.

“Well?” the nurse asked.

Soonyoung kept the phone back. “You could say we are his family. I’ll stay with him here tonight.”

“Okay, how about you get these medicines from the prescription here and get him and yourself a change of clothes and toiletries?” the nurse said.

Soonyoung was reluctant to leave but Jun nodded.

“Go. I won’t leave. Don’t worry.”

And so he was walking out of the hospital when someone’s heavy backpack knocked into his chest. He lost balance and grabbed at air, eyes widening as he realized that he was heading straight for the open window.

A hand caught his t-shirt and pulled him back.

“Watch where you’re going, will you?” Seungcheol said, steadying him. “If you fell from here, you would probably die.” He pulled shut the window pane, securing it firmly, after glaring in the direction of the person who had collided with Soonyoung. “I’m going to complain to the admin about these windows here.”

“It’s okay,” Soonyoung said, rubbing his chest. “I wasn’t seeing where I was going. You go ahead. I’ll just get these medicines and—”

“Jihoon is getting nightwear and other stuff so don’t worry. Should I get the medicines?” Seungcheol asked.

“Thank God for Jihoon. I’ll get the medicines though. You go ahead.”

When Soonyoung returned, he found his friends waiting outside the room. “What happened?”

“He’s sleeping right now so that’s fine,” Jun said.

Jihoon looked furious. “The nurse kicked us out because we were crowding the place.”

“We aren’t even that many,” Soonyoung said.

“Jeonghan dropped in with a friend. Remember the idiot who nearly killed you near the window here. That’s his friend, Jeon Wonwoo. I nearly told him off. Anyway, I politely thanked them but knowing Joshua wouldn’t be happy to see Jeonghan when he woke up, I somehow managed to get rid of them for now.”

The packet of medicines slipped from Soonyoung’s fingers.

Jeon Wonwoo?

“D-Did you say Jeon Wonwoo?” No, what he wanted to ask was, he is real?

He felt sick. The name was echoing in his head like a ghost haunting his veins. Wonwoo. Wonwoo. Wonwoo. The spectre which followed him only to disappear. Soonyoung had thought he had got over him. He had spent a good part of his high school life chasing after this name. Only to find nothing. He had sworn himself to let go, to forget, convinced himself that there was no such person, that everything that happened, every little incident, every whisper, was nothing, had told himself to stop looking for that glint of spectacles, that soft head of dark hair, that once-heard deep voice, because they were all red herrings.

“Yes, do you know him? He was kind of weird. I mean, he said he saw Joshua at the cafeteria when he was with you guys.”

And yet there it was. The name and the person.

He dialled Jeonghan’s number hurriedly. “Hey, is—is someone…this is going to sound weird but do you know…do you have a friend named Wonwoo?”

hello, hope you enjoyed the new chapter!

lots of things happened, we got to see a bit more about soonwoo's relationship of sorts, more about joshua (and his powers and limits) and jeonghan, and we met soonyoung's friends! what did you think of the chapter? are you ready for soonwoo to meet next chapter?

side note: "Introduction to Persian Language and Culture" is an elective course i took in uni. this is a little bit of a background story for this fic but in our uni this course was immensely popular among the students because it was supposed to be easy to score marks in. and it turned out to be true lol because of the structure of the course (rather than the content or anything else) and the fact that we only did basic language in the course. i actually enjoyed the course and loved learning the language and about the culture. persian is a beautiful language. unfortunately, my classmates and i, did not, even after a year of the course, become fluent. idk i thought this would explain this bit of the fic and some of the references that i'm using. most of the uni scenes in this fic are going to be typical uni student lives but with seventeen.

thank you for supporting <3 love, positive vibes and great friendships!

[thelioncourts]

i’ve received a few asks wondering why i haven’t been all that active on tumblr the last few months and instead of answering the few that are sitting there, i thought it may be easier to make a post ❤

so, to start things off, i’m working ~part-time~ at a coffee shop right now. by part-time, however, i very much mean i am working full-time, but without the benefits (i.e. insurance, paid vacation, etc. that all the full-timers get). i don’t get my schedule for monday-sunday until the thursday beforehand. that makes it very difficult to plan ahead and figure out where my free time is so. it’s frustrating and tiresome and there is a very very veryveryveryvery good chance i will be giving my two weeks’ notice sometime in july because i quite literally cannot handle this anymore, especially with what i have going on.

my little sister graduated high school this year which is very exciting, but also means we have been consumed with all those last-month-of-grade-school festivities she’s had as well as graduation itself and her grad party. she now is turning eighteen in a little over a week so we are back onto the party planning less than a month later, only this time for a big birthday. my dad’s birthday is also tomorrow, coincidentally on father’s day this year, so we’ve been planning that as well.

i’ve been running. so much. i’m running about 15-20 miles per week (though this week has been an anomaly as it’s been a much needed rest-week and i’ve only ran 5 miles, but whatever). on top of the running i’ve also been doing my own grocery shopping, meal planning, and meal prepping to make sure i’m getting the right stuff in my body to keep up with the mileage and the races i’m training for. it’s been amazing and life-changing, but it’s also fairly time consuming.

i have done a lot of thinking this last year on what i want to do with my life and, as of last week, i have officially been accepted into a teaching license program at a nearby college and will start this fall in becoming a high school english teacher!! it’s very exciting and i’m setting up a meeting with my new adviser for sometime next week. but! that means i’m going back to school! i might die! but it’ll be okay! 

on a more somber-ish note, i’ve lost a lot of interest in spn over the last year or so. the show quality is saddening and the js are so quiet during hiatus that it’s hard to stay excited all the time. ofc i’m going to be watching this final season now that it’s been announced and i will forever&always have the biggest place in my heart for jensen and jared. i totally believe quiet is a good thing for them, but that doesn’t make it easy to look forward to content as it’s few and far between. i think the only j2 fanfic i’ve read in the last year has been keeping up with the underneath it all ‘verse which is very much a verse i will follow until it is 10000% finished by the author and then i will be doing a very significant reread because. brilliance. utter brilliance. 

there’s also been a lot of time dedicated to reading and reading fanfic. it’s been so nice, so therapeutic, but, as you all know, time-consuming as our fanfic authors are out there writing 300k stories half of the time. it’s amazing. i’m also writing more than usual but ofc that means i’m writing maybe two stories every year, which is nothing so :)) 

and! as of last month, i’ve also been planning a vacation to italy for myself! i should be getting my butt over there sometime in 2020 and i’m literally going to sob. 

so, yes, i’m sorry for the inactivity. i try my very best to keep my queue up and running, though my dedication there is slacking so badly atm, and i desperately need to go through my askbox and answer some things, i know i know i know. i thank you all for your patience and your support and your continued following despite my hopping around to a multitude of interests. you’re all wonderful and i still, even after all these years, find it odd that people have any kind of interest in me whatsoever. 

edit: oh i also forgot to mention the car accident i was in back in april that very much gave me nightmares and whatnot and now!! a car payment!! yay!

[rockbelric]

Birthday Misses

Happy 503 Day!! Edwin Week Day 3: Choose your own prompt!!

Summary: It’s her birthday and she was going to enjoy it with the people she loves, even if Edward was missing. Happy 503 day!!

Rated: K+ 

Enjoy!! Let me know what you think!!

Mr. Garfiel is able to convince Winry to help close up shop a little early today. After all, it is her birthday and he wants to take her out to dinner to celebrate. Unfortunately, all her friends and family were spread out across the country (and world) so it would probably just be her, Garfiel, and Paninya. Not that she was complaining! She had gotten many birthday calls, letters, and presents from loved ones. She’s a popular girl after all.

But to be honest Winry is a bit bummed that she still hasn’t received any recent letters, phone calls, or diddly squat from a certain someone. Someone who promised her half of his life the last time she saw him but was so dense she sometimes had to wonder. Like today. Edward hadn’t reached out to her all day, and it was almost evening. She knows he’s all the way in Aerugo, in a completely different time zone, but she had hoped he would’ve at least thought of her on today of all days! Even Al, who’s in Xing, called her and wished her a happy birthday! What is she going to do with this idiot?

“Alright Sweetie, let’s get upstairs and clean up. We have a dinner reservation to get to!” Garfiel rests a hand to his cheek as he laments, “I do hope Paninya has something appropriate for the occasion.”

“Mhm.” Is all Winry says, a little downhearted. How could he do this to her? All she wanted was a little recognition that he’s thinking of her? Is that too much to ask?

Trudging upstairs to the tiny apartment she sublets from her boss, Winry pulls her bandana off and sighs. She’s not gonna let one tiny little thing ruin her day dammit! So what if she hasn’t heard from Ed today! He sends her plenty of letters and photos and he calls when he gets a chance to, he may not be consistent, but at least he tries.

Opening her front door, Winry immediately notices that someone is already in her apartment. Instead of running downstairs and getting Mr. Garfiel Winry grabs her wrench and calls out. “Hello?”

She hears footsteps approaching and suddenly Alphonse is walking out of her kitchen, wearing a three-piece suit and a huge smile on his face. It takes a couple seconds for her to process what she’s seeing before she screams and runs to him.

“Al!” Grinning so hard her cheeks hurt Winry jumps into his arms. He beams back and gives her a giant hug.

“Hey Winry!” Al laughs, pulling her back so he can look at her properly. “Happy Birthday! Sorry if I scared you, it was supposed to be a surprise.”

“How did you get here? I thought you were in Xing?” She exclaims.

“Well when I called you this morning I was actually having breakfast at Granny’s in Resembool. I got on the afternoon train to Rush Valley, and now here I am.”

“So, why’d you come all the way over here?” Her eyebrows knit in confusion.

“For your birthday, silly! I came to visit you!”

“Aw, you didn’t have to come all the way over here just for little, old me! I’m not that important.” She slaps his arm playfully.

His angry face is comical to say the least. “What are you talking about? You’re my best friend! Of course, you’re important!” He huffs.

She blushes and thanks him, hugging him again because, gosh, she missed him. Xing has done wonders on Al, he looks leaner and sharper. “God, look at you Al! You look like a man!”

“Hey! What did I look like before?”

“Like a little baby boy. My how you’ve grown up!” She presses her hands to her cheeks, closing her eyes.

“Look who’s talking, you’re the one turning a year older today, not me!”

“Are you calling me an old lady?” Winry glares at him.

Quick as a whip, Al teases back, “No, I’d say you’re more midlife than old

“I’ll remember that for your next birthday, Alphonse.”

“Oh! Before I forget, I brought presents!” He walks over to his duffel bag and fishes around. He pulls out a couple packages wrapped in white paper out, handing them to her with a wink.

“For you.”

“Ooh!” Clapping her hands, Winry’s tears into them, eager to see her gifts. “Oh, Al it’s beautiful! I love it!” She pulls out a long, blue silk dress with a golden dragon embroidered down the side.

“You’re welcome, I picked it out myself. I thought the colors would look beautiful on you. Plus, I thought Brother would appreciate the dragon.” He snickers. She giggles at the mention of Edward. Oh right, she almost forgot all about her predicament with him.

“Have you heard from Ed lately?” Winry tries not to seem too eager.

Glancing at the clock on the wall, Alphonse casually answers, “Yeah, a couple days ago actually.” Her eyes show the slightest bit of strain behind them, “Why, you haven’t spoken to him today?”

Wiping her sweating hands on her coveralls, Winry shrugs, “No, I figured that he was busy, or traveling today.” Al’s mouth hangs open in surprise. “l guess he forgot.”

“That idiot,” Alphonse looks up as he pinches the bridge of his nose. Glancing at his watch he lets out a long exhale, “You should probably get ready, we have a dinner reservation to get to.” and gently pushes her towards the bathroom.

He shuts the door before she can get another word in. Fighting the urge to go back outside ask Al more questions about his brother, Winry reaches into the shower and turns the knob all the way to hot. She cleans up and puts on her cutest little summer dress. It’s her birthday and she was going to enjoy it with the people she loves, even if Edward was missing. Suddenly a horrible thought comes to her.

Stepping out of her bedroom she finds Alphonse and pounces on him, “What if something’s wrong Ed? Maybe that’s why I haven’t heard from him today. He could be hurt or in trouble and there’s no way for us to know!”

“Huh? I’m sure he’s fine, this is Edward we’re talking about, he’s just an idiot.” He calms her down, “Don’t worry, we’ll probably hear from him soon, just give it some time.”

“How do you know? Are you hiding something, Alphonse?” She puts her hands on her hips, glaring at him with suspicion.

“Wha- no, of course not!” Flustered, he checks his watch and then grabs his dinner jacket, “Come on! We’re going to be late!” Stopping to help her into her own jacket, they close up her apartment.

They meet downstairs with Garfiel and have to wait an extra few minutes for Paninya. She complains about the outfit Garfiel made her wear, and he bats her hand when she tries pulling at the blazer. “But I hate sleeves!”

Ignoring her whining, Garfiel looks Al and Winry up and down, “Well, aren’t we a sharply dressed group of people?” He smiles at them and leads the way.

The restaurant is busy and bustling, but they sat quickly thanks to their reservation. Paninya and Winry gape at the menu prices but Garfiel assures them it’s his treat. He immediately asks for a bottle of wine and it doesn’t take long for the group to loosen up. By the time they’re finished eating, they’re all groaning in their seats, their stomachs completely full.

“Mmm, that paella was heavenly.” Al wipes his mouth with his napkin and waves down the waiter, “Can we have more wine, please?”

“Oh, Alphonse, are you trying to get me drunk?” Garfiel bats his eyes while Winry and Paninya laugh at Al’s horrified reaction.

“Mhm, I’m starting to feel it too,” Winry sits back and swirls the wine in her glass before taking a sip.

“Oh, Winry, before I forget, Ridel and Satella were asking if you wanted to come to dinner at their house tomorrow, you too Al!” Paninya finishes off her glass.

“Sure! I’ve been meaning to visit them and if Al wants to come too?” Winry looks at him for approval.

“Yeah, I can’t wait to see the baby! I haven’t seen him since he was born!”

“Perfect! I’ll let them know-” She’s cut off by the waiter setting a large pastry down on the table and that’s the queue for the entire group to burst into a birthday song for Winry. Clapping along, the birthday girl looks around the table at her friends and her heart is filled with so much joy and happiness. Closing her eyes, Winry wishes that Edward is safe and sound wherever he is and that she hears from him soon. Al and Paninya erupt into cheers as she blows out the candles. Somehow, everyone manages to find extra space in their tummies because the cake is wiped clean off its plate in a matter of minutes.

After dessert, Mr. Garfiel pays, and their little group sets off back to their apartments. Passing by a bar that is packed and lively, Alphonse hooks his thumb over his shoulder, turning to Winry and Paninya. “Do you guys want to grab a couple drinks before we head back, it looks pretty fun in there!”

“Oh, Alphonse, now I know you’re trying to get me drunk!” Garfiel teases the boy again. “Unfortunately, I can’t. I have an early morning tomorrow. But you go ahead! Don’t let me stop you!”

He waves goodbye as the three of them walk in and find a cozy table in the back. They tell each other stories about what’s been going on in the past few months, Al regaling about Xing and all its wonders. They even order some shots that burn going down.

“How can you drink that stuff Al? It’s so strong and bitter!” Winry wrinkles her nose and sticks her tongue out.

Laughing, Al brings the glass of whiskey to his lips, “Trust me, the alcohol they have in Xing is way stronger than this!”

“You sound like an ambassador the way you talk about Xing this, and Xing that!” Paninya teases him, “I’m surprised you didn’t come back riding a panda!”

They all crack up, wiping their eyes. “It’s funny you mention that because I did-”

“Oh my god! Don’t tell me you actually rode one!” Paninya leans forward, her shoulders shaking with amusement.

They enjoy themselves a little longer before Paninya has to excuse herself early, saying she’d better get home before the land lady locks her out of the building again.

Just the two of them now, Alphonse and Winry order a couple more drinks and sit at the bar. It’s starting to clear out, so there’s more privacy for the old friends to discuss more delicate matters.

“So, how are things between you and Mei?” Winry wriggles her eyebrows, swirling her straw around in her glass. If her head was starting to get fuzzy at the restaurant, then she’s totally buzzed by now.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about!” Al’s face is flushed from the alcohol and the sudden mention of Mei.

“Yes, you do! Now spill!” Funnily enough she almost spills her drink trying to pick it up.

“She’s been teaching me alkahestry, it’s not like I’m there to pursue her!”

“So, there’s nothing going on between you two?” She waves her finger back and forth at him. “At allll?”

He shakes his head and looks at her over the top of his drink, mirth in his eyes. Holding back a smile, he takes another swig.

“Alphonse, I swear! If you’re lying to me, I’m gonna kill you!”

Throwing his head back, Al lets out a deep laugh. “Oh wait, maybe something did happen, I just can’t remember.” He rubs his chin, pretending to think hard.

Smacking her hand down on the counter, Winry squeals in excitement, “Tell me everything!”

“There’s not much to tell, really. She really likes me, and I really like her too.”

“Oh wow! You guys are going to get married and then you’ll be a Xingnese prince, and you’ll live in a giant palace together, riding pandas into the sunset.”

They laugh so hard their stomachs hurt. Wiping tears from his eyes, Al decides it’s Winry’s turn in the hot seat.

“And you and Brother? How’s that going?” He gives her a mischievous smirk.

Flipping her hair back, Winry takes a deep breath. “Oh, it’s going great. He only forgot about me on my birthday and is hundreds of miles away and I have no way of contacting him unless he calls first but yeah, it’s so great. So, so great.”

“Winry! I’m sure he didn’t forget! He just gets caught up and things slip past him! It happens all the time!”

“Uh, huh.” She tosses back the rest of her drink and slams it back down on the bar. “How about another one of those shots?”

They drink and joke until it gets too late and they’re too drunk. Stumbling back to her building was difficult. Al has to throw his arm over Winry’s shoulder and they support each other as they amble down the deserted street. They stop to giggle at almost everything, trying to keep their voices down but failing horribly at it.

Finally arriving at her building, Winry stops and grabs Alphonse by his jacket, unexpectedly serious. “I’m so happy you came to visit me, Al. Really. You’re the best friend ever. God, I love you!” She’s got tears in her eyes as she wrestles him down into a bear hug.

“Aw, Winry, don’t cry!” He pats her back, suddenly emotional as well “I love you!”

“I’m so happy you have a body again!” Winry sobs into the front of his jacket. “I still can’t believe it!”

“Yeah! Me too!” He can’t stop the tears running down his face. They’re both drunk and crying in front of her door, suddenly overcome with their love for one another.

“And I can’t believe you’re marrying Brother! You’re gonna be my sister, but for real this time! I love you guys so much!”

“No, I love you guys more!”

“No way! I’ve been waiting forever for you guys to get married!”

“Shut up! No, you haven’t!”

“Wanna bet? I even planned out some stuff!”

“Alphonse!” Winry laughs, “What the hell?”

“Hey! I got bored sometimes!” He grins, putting his hands up. Cracking up, the two friends feel more like the little kids they once were, so many years ago. Eventually the laughter dies down and they’re leaning back on the building, looking up at the night sky.

“We’re really growing up, aren’t we?” Winry muses aloud.

“Yeah… but I’m not the one having a midlife crisis here.”

Huffing, she smacks him on the head, while he laughs, trying to block her attacks. Deciding she’s had enough, Winry runs upstairs and locks Alphonse out. She makes him beg through the door and say that she is the youngest, most beautiful, and most talented automail mechanic in all of Amestris before letting him in.

Once they’re ready for bed, they sit on the couch in their pajamas and reminisce about their childhood. They yawn and giggle until their eyes feel heavy and fall asleep on the couch.

In Winry’s dream there’s a persistent clacking sound. She doesn’t know where its coming from but it’s annoying the hell out of her. Blinking awake, she realizes she’s curled on one side of her tiny couch while Alphonse is softly snoring on the other.

Clack!

It came from the window. It must’ve been the middle of the night because the sun still wasn’t out yet. Creeping over, Winry peers down into the street and sees a dark figure standing under her window. Trying to make out who could possibly be trying to wake her up in the middle of the night another pebble sails through the air and hits the window.

Clack!

Opening the frame, Winry pokes her head out and calls into the night. “Hello?”

“Winry! You’re awake!” Oh my god. It couldn’t be.

“Edward?”

“Yeah! It’s me! Can you come downstairs and let me in?”

“Uh… sure, give me a second.” Closing the window shut, Winry tip-toes around her dark living room looking for her slippers. Alphonse was still sleeping peacefully on the couch, not disturbed in the slightest.

Winry meets Ed downstairs, opening the door for him. “Hey, Win, how’re you?” He smiles at her, as if it isn’t the middle of the fucking night and he showed up completely unannounced.

“What are you doing here?” She whispers harshly, “It’s the middle of the night!”

“Heh, sorry about that. There was a bit of a mix up with my train ticket. I guess I’m not as good as planning as Al is.” They softly trudge upstairs, avoiding the living room, so as not to wake Al. Setting his suitcase down on Winry’s bed, Ed shrugs off his coat, hanging it up in her closet. He explains that he accidentally bought a ticket for 10pm instead of 10am and had to spend the day haggling with the ticket agency in West City and was finally able to get on a train heading to Rush Valley for three times the price.

“I don’t understand, why’d you go through all that trouble for a train ticket?”

“What do you mean why?” He takes his shoes off, peeling the socks off too, and stands up straight “I came for your birthday, dummy!”

“My birthday?” Winry blinks.

“Yeah! Well, I know I’m late, and it’s technically not your birthday anymore, but those bastards wouldn’t budge. So, I had no choice but to get here so late and- did you know how long I was standing out there, trying to wake you up? Almost 20 minutes!” He hooks a thumb towards the window.

“So, you were trying to get here for my birthday all day?” She asks, still in disbelief. And here she thought he’d forgotten about her.

“Yeah, I thought Al told you? That was the plan; to meet up here for your birthday and surprise you,” Walking in front of her, Ed rubs his hand on top of her head, “I’m sorry I fucked it up.”

Tears form in her eyes and Winry hugs him as tight as she possibly can, catching him off guard. Her face is pressed against his shoulder as she muffles, “I thought you forgot.”

“Dummy, how could I forget about you?” He rests his cheek against her hair and hugs her back.

Pulling away, she glares up at him, “Because you didn’t call or write! How was I supposed to know? You made me worry about you again, idiot!” Her eyes were shining with anger as she points a finger at him. Man, did he miss her.

“Alright, alright, I said I was sorry. I’ll make it up to you, I promise.” He chuckles and leans down to kiss her. It’s been so long since they’ve done this, they both melt into the kiss. It’s soft and slow and perfect. Humming in delight, Winry smiles against his lips, unable to contain her happiness.

“Missed you.” He murmurs and her heart bursts with love.

“I missed you too.”

“Love you.”

Giggling, she pecks him on the mouth, “I love you, too.”

Kissing her forehead, Edward looks down at her. “Come on, let’s go to sleep, I’m beat.” He undresses to his boxers, while Winry turns down her bed. Before Ed can climb into her tiny bed though he freezes.

“What’s wrong?”

“Al’s in the living room.”

“Yeah, and?”

“What if he wakes up before us and sees us in bed together?”

“Wha- It’s not like were naked!” She laughs, “I’m sure he’d survive.”

“That’s easy for you to say! It’s not your little brother seeing you sleep with your girlfriend!”

Putting her hands on her hips, she raises an eyebrow, “Excuse me, girlfriend?”

“You know what I mean!”

“Edward, stop being so stupid! Al doesn’t care! He even told me he’s planned our wedding before!”

“What? How? What?” He sputters, blushing so hard he looks like a tomato. “Why the hell would he do that?”

“Both of you shut up and go to bed!” They hear Al yell from the living room.

Huffing, Edward yells back “Fine!” and rips the covers down callously. They have to cuddle up really close to fit together so Ed pulls her partially on top of him.

“Goodnight, Win, I hope your birthday was good, even if I wasn’t there.”

“Mhm, yeah it was. And my wish came true.”

“Oh yeah? What was it?”

“That you’re safe here, with me.”

Butterflies flutter in his stomach and he brings her closer to him. “I love you, automail freak.”

“I love you too, alchemy nerd.”

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Undeniably Important Chapter 10: The Hole Deepens

EEK! It’s my birthday tomorrow! Excited! Anyways, This is my last prewritten chapter of UI. It’ll be good to write this story again, but I plan to post part 3 of Surgery first. Here be some angst. Theres some funny stuff, but like the story will shift towards some angst and then back to happiness once more! Anyways hope you all enjoy!

Chapter 1 – Chapter 2 – Chapter 3 – Chapter 4 – Chapter 5 – Chapter 6 – Chapter 7 – Chapter 8 -- Chapter 9

4:15 pm.

As always, Logan was the first one ready. The door to his room opened as the logical trait walked out to the living room and sat on the couch facing the kitchen. With a whisk of his hand, the door closed normally on its own. He stole one last glance towards his room and thought about his notepad he had left inside.

Logan had gotten quite far in his experimenting process. Not only did he find out he could not write anything else, but he couldn't erase any of the marks or writing he had previously left in it. The fingerprint test he performed puzzled the logical trait even more. In addition to not finding evidence that another aspect had touched it, he couldn't even find evidence that HE had touched it. Not one single fingerprint anywhere.

This is what Logan deemed as a good stopping point in the research process so that he could be ready for dinner on time. The next step to take would be to use his atomic microscope to make sure all subatomic molecu-

"Hey Logan!" Logic was shaken out of his thought process by Morality's greeting. Patton had just walked out of his room and taken a seat on the couch right next to him. The first thing the logical trait noticed was that Patton looked more presentable than usual. Of course he was still wearing his cardigan wrapped around his shoulder and his blue polo, but he was wearing jeans and a leather belt instead of his usual sweatpants.

"Hello Morality. Thank you for your gifts. They were much appreciated." He stated matter of factly.

Patton's smile brightened as he saw the tie and heard his compliment. "Aw, you're welcome Logan." Morality said as he patted his fellow aspect on the back. Shortly afterward however, his smile fell. Logan noticed this.

"Is something wrong Patton?"

"It's...it's just....Anxiety."

"What about Anxiety?"

"Nothing. Nevermind. It's all good." Patton put on a fake smile, but Logan wouldn't have it and just blinked at Patton as if to say "I don't believe you". Morality was seriously considering telling Logan the truth, when Anxiety's room door opened and out walked the darker trait. Patton didn't know if he was grateful or unhappy for his timely appearance, nevertheless it put a hold on the sides' conversation.

"Afternoon..." Anxiety walked past and flopped on the couch across from them. As expected, he looked exactly the same, except for the bangs of his hair. It looked like they had been combed.

"You're hair looks different Anxiety." Logan pointed out.

Anxiety looked up at the logical trait and snorted slightly. "You're tie looks different."

Logan grunted in embarrassment. "Point taken."

Anxiety went back to scrolling through Tumblr. He had to consciously stop himself from taking pictures of Logan's tie. That must've been what was in one of the gift boxes Morality had given him earlier.

It seems all three of them were thinking of the same event, because almost as if on queue, Logan just had to ask Morality about his notepad.

"Patton?"

"Yes Logan?"

"When you intruded my room to place the gift boxes on my desk, did you take my notepad from the stairs and tamper with it at all?"

Morality frowned. Anxiety froze. Uh oh. Here we go.

1 Hour earlier...

"Nothing. Just some weird debate on tumblr that I'm passionate about." Anxiety stated, holding the real notebook behind the door so Patton wouldn't see it.

"Oh. Alright kiddo. Just making sure you're okay." Morality gave a smile that hid his real sadness as he walked away.

Anxiety closed the door, put his back to it, and slinked down in total regret. His thoughts were mixed between sorrow and complete confusion. Try as he may, nothing really made sense. He knew he should have told Morality the truth. If Logan's theory was right and Thomas really was breaking apart from the inside, this situation surely wasn't helping.

It was all too much. He shoved the notepad back in his jacket pocket and ran to his bed desperate for his music. He knew what he should have done, but did he do it? No. Why didn't he do it? His thoughts slamming against his head. Despite his calm face, utter turmoil shrouded his black heart.

Relief washed over him as the music scattered his thoughts. His mind; emptied. The headphones; like a force field separating him from reality. All the while a small nagging played at the back of his head. There was no escaping it. He knew that soon he would have to face the consequences of his choices.

Which is basically what was happening right now.

Back to present time...

Anxiety continued looking at his phone acting as if he didn't hear Logan and Patton's conversation, but still being attentive to what was said. Maybe, he could make things right if the chance provided itself. That chance never came.

Morality lowered his head after Logan asked his question. "I'm sorry Logan." Patton lied.

Anxiety's heart dropped.

"I was just curious about what you write in it. You're a very good drawer." With a stroke of luck, Morality guessed the last statement.

Despite the subtle frown on the logical trait's face, a flash of pink quickly danced across his cheeks leaving as quickly as it came.

"I would be lying if I said I was not surprised at you Patton. You do not usually snoop around our belongings. Nevertheless, I assure you I am not mad and I do forgive you. But, perhaps next time, please ask me first. I would have..." Logan paused to rub his neck. "I would have gladly shown you." Logan contemplated telling Morality about the state his notepad was in, but thought better of it because he wouldn't understand.

Morality smiled a little at his last statement. "Thank you Logan."

"Your welcome, Patton." Logan did not smile back however.

To say Anxiety was a nervous wreck, was a bit of an understatement. Sure, on the outside he looked like he was just scrolling tumblr and not really listening, that is until he looked up and saw Patton flash him a heart broken smile. Oh god it hurt. He subtly put his phone down and rubbed his face with his hands careful not to mess up his make-up or create attention towards himself. And he didn't, because the one who did create attention towards himself decided to burst out of his room at that exact moment.

"Hi-Ho fellow Aspects! Thomas is in the car with his friends now! It's only a matter of time before we get to join him at the restaurant!" Prince stopped in front of the living room clad in his normal Prince outfit as the rest of his clothes were living in Anxiety's room for the time being. The other aspects only blinked in unison at his sudden appearance.

"Aw. What's with the long faces you two? Not Grumpy over there. He always has a long face."

Anxiety grumbled irritatedly and rolled his eyes. "Nice to see you too."

Logan answered for Morality. "It is too realistic of a story to keep your goldfish-sized brain entertained." He adjusted his glasses smugly.

Anxiety chuckled. Okay, that lifted his mood a little. The same could not be said for Patton, even though he was smiling.

"Excuse me!? Would you like to bet?" Prince was taken aback by Logic's remark.  

"Would you like me to remind you of what happened the last time you made a bet?" Logan slightly smirked at Roman.

Roman was about to protest when he realized the last bet he made was this morning. He lowered his head and grunted at the ground. "Fine." But he picked himself back up, to finish his previous thought. "But as I said, Thomas will be there shortly. You all should expect to be summoned soon." He spun on his heels to walk back to his room, but stopped short halfway to turn back around and look at Logan.

After quickly glancing him up and down, Roman smirked. "Nice tie."

"Doggone it." Logan looked to the floor, then to his tie, then to a widely smiling Morality next to him. "No Patton."

4:34 pm

The car arrived at its destination.

"Alright. Everyone out!" Joan yelled. Everyone eagerly hopped out of the car, hungry for food. On the way to the restaurant, they had acquired Terrance who was now walking next to Talyn, who was walking next to Joan, who was walking next to Thomas with Leo on the other side of him.

Laughter rang across the parking lot as all the friends laughed and joked. Once they got to the front, the automatic doors slid open permitting entrance inside the restaurant.

"Hey you guys go on ahead! I'll catch up." Thomas waved at his friends all of which nodded in acknowledgement and went on ahead inside, except Joan.

Joan walked up to Thomas and stayed with him. "Are your sides coming along? Because I thought they just stayed inside your house."

"I don't understand the whole 'mind palace' thing yet. Logan tried to explain, but yes they are coming with me. I figured it would be better to meet them out in the parking lot."

"I just hope no one thinks you're talking to yourself." Joan told him worriedly.

"Well, I already do that enough on a daily basis. They will most likely be doing their own thing anyways."

"I still wish I could see them. You say they all look like you?"

"Except with different outfits." There was a slight pause before Thomas decided to speak again. "Alright they aren't here yet so, I'm gonna summon them." Thomas snapped his fingers and all four aspects instantly materialized in front of them.

"Hi Joan!"

"Hello Joan."

"Greetings Joan!"

"Sup?"

Joan still couldn't see or hear anything. "You say they are all standing there waving hi?"

"Yeah. They're all pretty happy to see you." Thomas turned to Joan then back to his aspects. "Nice tie Logan. You're lookin' spiffy Morality. Anxiety. Love the hair. And Prince, Just as fabulous as always."

"Thanks." Logan straightened his dog tie.

"Glad you think so, kiddo."

Anxiety clicked his tongue.

"Nothing ever less than that."

Anxiety scoffed. "That's what you say now."

Prince groaned. "This is dinner. Not the Outfit war. Yes. I know you won. Can you stop rubbing it in, please!?"

Thomas silenced their banter. "Alright. Alright. This is a fancy restaurant, please try to keep your voices down and no bickering inside this place." He pointed to the restaurant behind him.

"They are arguing now?" Joan asked inquisitively.

"All they ever do is argue." Thomas was already considering sending them back to the mind palace.

"That's not true." Morality pouted slightly.

"Nevermind. Let's just...walk in." Thomas motioned them towards the restaurant as he and Joan guided the four aspects through the automated doors...only to have them slam shut in the four aspects' faces. Thomas stared dumbfoundedly from the other side of the doors.

"Can they not get through?" Joan asked Thomas just as confused as he was.

Logan sighed in irritation. "Of course. Motion-sensor doors."

Everyone groaned. It was going to be a long night.

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How Does Coffee Meets Bagel Work

If you’ve done the online dating rounds, chances are you’ve heard of Coffee Meets Bagel. The app aims to set daters up in long-term relationships embracing a quality over quantity approach to a dating app.

Each day at noon, you’re shown a limited number of single people, called bagels, that the app has determined might be a good fit based on your profile criteria and your Facebook data. If two bagels like each other, then it’s a match and you can start chatting.

There are a few finer points that add a bit of a fun factor (or confusion depending on who you ask), but that’s the main gist of how Coffee Meets bagel works. Interested in joining the millions of bagels across the world? This guide will prep you up for your long-term breakfast engagement:

Step 1: Set up your account Like many dating apps, Coffee Meets Bagel (CMB) is mobile only, so go ahead and download the app. To create a new account, you’ll have to link your Facebook account. The app finds your suggested bagels through a combination of profile criteria and Facebook information so, unfortunately, you don’t have the choice of opting out here.

Once you link your Facebook, you’ll need to enable the app to access your location. Don’t worry—this is just how the app connects you to other singles in your area. After that, just answer the small handful of questions about you (just educational background, height, stuff like that) and you’ll be on your way.

Step 2: Customize your profile Congrats, you’re done! Just kidding. You still have a little ways to go. The next step is to pick your photos. CMB is generous in letting daters select up to nine photos, but the app also suggests that as long as you have at least six photos you’ll be fine.

A lot of people struggle with picking photos, so here are a few tips to help you select the photos to get your profile looking right. The first profile photo is the most important, so make sure you select one that clearly shows off a genuine smile and has good lighting. The rest should help your bagels get to know you. Try for photos that can show off your hobbies, interests, or sense of humor. Remember the goal is to show your face and break the ice. Bonus tip: A photo with a pet is almost guaranteed to net you a couple matches.

In addition to the photos, there are three bio prompts you’ll want to fill out that begin “I am…”, “I like…”, and “I appreciate when my date…” These are intended to be short responses (less than 150 characters each) that will give your bagels an idea of how you communicate, so don’t skimp on them. Use this opportunity to share what you do for fun, name your favorite book, or give bagels an idea of what you’re looking for. After the prompts, you’ll want to fill out the three icebreakers. Think about these like the quirky fun facts you’d share on the first nights of sleepaway camp. They’ll also help people message you and start conversations, so they should be things you enjoy talking about. 

Step 3: Send those likes. So this is where things get fun (or a little complicated). Each day at noon, you’ll be presented with a limited number of bagels that you can like or pass on. Simple enough. If you both like each other, you can chat. If not, you move on. After 24 hours, the bagels in your suggestions list disappear never to be seen (by you) again.

OK, so what if you don’t like any of the bagels you were given at noon? Well, you can wait till tomorrow to receive a new batch of bagels or you can dig into a long list of locals in the discover tab. This is where coffee beans, the in-app currency, come in.

If you’re a girl, you can take as many extra bagels as you like at no cost. If you’re a guy, each bagel you take from the discovery tab costs a whopping 380 beans. For reference, new users start out with about 1400 beans. If you see a bagel, that you absolutely must get noticed by you can also send them flowers when you like them to bump yourself up that bagel’s viewing queue for 180 beans.

You’ll earn a small amount of coffee beans daily for liking and passing on bagels, but if you’re a guy who discovers bagels often you’ll be in the red pretty quick. There are a few other ways to earn small amounts of beans, but by and large you’ll need to purchase them if you want to accrue a useful amount.

Step 4: Talk to your bagels. Once the matches start rolling in, start chatting with your bagels. Jokes, compliments, or mutual interests are always a good way to crack open a conversation. If the the conversation gets into a good flow, don’t hesitate to ask your bagel of choice on a date. Getting out to meet is the best way to find make a genuine connection—whatever that means to you.

Step 5: Beans and Cheese and Forking It Over So you have the basics of Coffee Meets Bagel figured out. The last thing to do is see if you’re going to want to spend money. Remember those beans? Most of them will go towards taking bagels in the discovery queue. As mentioned before, if you’re a woman, taking bagels from the discovery queue is free, so you’ll hardly go through your beans except occasionally to send flowers or revive an old expired conversation. If you’re a guy, you may find yourself spending through your beans on a regular basis and purchasing beans may be a viable option to increase your matches. Beans come in bundles of 100 for $1.99, 2000 for $23.99, or 3000 for $24.99.

Bagelers can also opt for the premium subscription, which offers a variety of features from read receipts to increased beans on bundle purchases, and activity reports on your bagels. Subscriptions begin at $35 for one month, $20 per month for six months, or $15 per month for a year.

Despite the sometimes clunky interface, Coffee Meets Bagel is a fun app and a great place to find singles looking for long-term and meaningful relationships. If you’re looking for love online, grind the beans and butter your bagel. Breakfast is served.

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