#I just wanna watch em do mundane things like go to the movies

[chloesimaginationthings]

New friend group just dropped

[enby-trainer]

orchid ⇢ what’s a song you consider to be perfect?

This changes frequently, but right now, it's "It Tore Your Heart Out" by Dirt Poor Robins.

cactus ⇢ something you’re currently learning (about)?

I'm trying to learn more about status affecting pokémon moves in battles. My two 'mon have hard-hitting physical attacks only at the moment.

bamboo ⇢ do you change into a different outfit when you get home?

Only if I'm absolutely grungy and ew.

abelia ⇢ do you have a particular piece of jewelry you always wear or can’t part with?

I rarely wear jewelry, to be honest. The sensory issues of my autism make them feel very annoying to me...but I want to get my earlobes re-pierced sometime soon; I think I can deal with earrings.

daffodil ⇢ do you have siblings? if yes, in what ways do you think you’re similar to or different from them?

I have a half-brother who was already grown up when I was born. My mom had him when she was 19 or 20, and I was born when she was 39. We have different fathers. I am vastly different than him. I love him, and he loves me, but he's kind of an asshole about certain things.

mahonia ⇢ what place, thing, or activity inspires you most, and how do you express yourself when it does?

Listening to music, devouring new fiction media, writing, drawing, getting art commissions from artists I really like when I can afford it, and spending time with my gals. I feel really cloud nine-y when I'm in my creative groove.

chia ⇢ what’s an inside joke you have with someone else?

I kind of...don't have anything like that with anyone, really? Jeesh. I'm so boring.

sage ⇢ what ‘medium’ of art (poetry, music, fiction, paintings, statues etc.) is the most touching to you? why do you think that is?

It's a tie between the written word and art pieces. I think it's because I wish I could be that awesome with my own stuff.

edelweiss ⇢ how’d you think of your url/username? what’s it associated with to you?

Well, it's fairly straightforward. I'm enby and I have 2 'mon. Doesn't get much simpler than that.

camellia ⇢ what were you like when you were younger? do you think you’ve changed a lot?

I have changed incredibly since I was younger. I was impulsive, didn't pay attention much to the world around me (always stuck inside my head, maladaptive daydreaming and disassociating), and had at least mild PTSD from certain things -- mainly my dad.

jasmine ⇢ do you have a movie or book you loved but will never watch/read again?

Nope? I can just find all the things I've loved on the Internet again? Sorry. Nothing too dramatic here...wait! There was that one children's book I adored as a kid where a Galarian ponyta who was abnormally pink couldn't grow a horn or something, and I was so taken by the book's art style...I've never been able to find it again.

ivy ⇢ what are your ‘tells’ for your emotions and moods? how can someone tell you’re happy, annoyed, upset, or tired?

It usually shows on my face. It's hard for me to fake expressions; thus, my face is an open book when I'm really feeling something forreal.

chamomile ⇢ what kind of things do you like receiving as gifts?

Stuff that I've mentioned wanting, I suppose. I try not to ask too much of people anymore, so I just kinda keep these wants to myself nowadays. I used to be called selfish and greedy as a kid all the time and I just, don't wanna be that way again. But if someone asks I'll gladly tell 'em that I would like some more nice things for Nox and Delphine. My persian are my life.

aloe vera ⇢ what’s something (mundane) you really want to experience in life?

I'm pretty sure going up against gym leaders and then possibly the Elite Four of Unova is mundane enough since so many people try it. I don't know about the actual champion, but I would like to attempt to be a real trainer one day. My gals and I have been in a few battles for fun against others, and I'm pretty sure that's why they've evolved when my childhood meowth companions didn't; they quite simply have received more diverse life experiences than those ones ever did.

palm tree ⇢ do you have a fictional villain you shouldn’t like but love regardless?

I really like learning about this ancient guy named Volo from back when the Sinnoh region was still referred to as Hisui. He's long dead by now but he seems like the kinda lunatic Rotomblr would go nuts over if he was fictional or something.

nutmeg ⇢ how’s your room/home decorated? do you have a specific theme or style going on?

Everything in my studio apartment is pretty bare-bones. A bed, a couch, a coffee table, and a desktop computer on a desk. Everything else is for my gals' comfort -- scratching posts, toys, water dispensers, food bowls, et cetera. It's not a fancy home, but it gets the job done for a decent amount of rent.

papyrus ⇢ if you put your ‘on repeat’ playlist on shuffle, what’s the first song that comes up? what do you like about it / associate it with?

I have a bunch of playlists but none of them are for that purpose. I do have a personal playlist though that has many songs that I associate with my real life. The first song on it is "It's Alright" by Mother Mother.

taro ⇢ if someone called you right now to catch up, what’re the things you’d tell them about?

I'd tell them about the two purrloin kittens (one girl, one boy) I found a few weeks ago, which I gave to a local no-kill shelter last Saturday after about a week of keeping them in my apartment with the gals. They had no microchips, so there wasn't really any hope of finding their previous owners -- they were so clean and well-fed, they must've had an owner. Oh well, they're gonna be adopted now, I'm sure.

[theyscreamjade]

Y’know those bodycon knitted sweater dresses that fits the body just right? Since it’s sweater weather, can I request smut or nsfw hcs of Bakugo, Hawks, Shinsou, and Kirishima reacting to their thicc s/o wearing it? That shit is making her figure look illegally sexy (it’s cupping her tiddies and cake too well 👀) and she’s wearing leggings or thigh highs that make her legs and butt look 🤤immaculate🤤. I just wanna see em go feral when she does mundane things for them in it like offering hot chocolate and snacks, watching tv and looking too damn fine, or bending over to pick up something and her ass (plus arch) is finna make these guys go ham 🌚

The Most Wonderful Time Of The Year.

Ohhh! I see you’ve chosen death I see. I hope you love it! As a gift to you all, HERE’s FOUR ALMOST SMUTS.

Side Note: I wanted to expand it from just dresses and sorta incorporated it into various outfits and things.

Disclaimer: (almost) NSFW

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Katsuki Bakugo

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Your heels clicked while you scanned around for presents to gift your friends Kirishima and Tsu, which was going to be a difficult issue. Unsure of what they’d like and since your boyfriend knew them a bit longer than you did, You thought he’d be a help. BUT! He was too busy standing over you like a guard dog and glaring at every person that looks your way.

“Katsuki, Come on. We need to find a gift.” You whined as his red eyes snapped down to your view. He scoffed before crossing his arms, looking towards another store. “Shitty hair likes anything I’ll fuckin give him.” He said as something caught your eye. “That’s perfect!” You said, rushing over to the store where you spotted a Crimson Riot jacket for him. Your hand picked up the tag before a arm lifted you up without hesitation. “Katsuki! Katsuki! Put me down!” You demanded, trying to keep the large sweater down.

He carried you straight to the dressing room, grabbing the jacket from the rack. With a sudden drop, your body accidentally slammed against the wall inside the empty dressing rooms. “What are you doing?” You questioned quickly as he pulled your body close to him, his lips inches from yours while your eyes locked with one another.

“I’d keep my voice down, Teddy Bear..” he said softly before smirking. His hand slipped underneath your dress, his fingers lacing with your panties. “You expected me to keep my hands off you when you’re wearin this?” He asked even though your words were in your throat.

His dominant demeanor was displayed within the private room while your panties slid their way down your legs while you prayed that no one would discover you two.

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Hitoshi Shinsou

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Hitoshi’s stare was intense, watching you while you joked with your friends Mina and Toru who wore pajamas like yours.

For some strange reason, Kaminari wanted to have a pajama party with everyone. Even though Hitoshi didn’t want to wear a stupid onesie with cats on it, you convinced him somehow. What you should’ve warned though, was what you’d be wearing and just how tight it was.

Denki suggested that everyone should sit down and watch a movie together inside his fairly large living room. You sat beside your boyfriend, leaning close to his open arms as his right hand wrapped around your waist. You bundled each other in a large fluffy blanket. Grinch played on the large tv while his hand slipped towards your thighs. Your breath hitched while you snapped your gaze to your boyfriend who stayed completely focused on the movie.

“Toshi..” you whispered softly before you felt fingers rub against your panties, almost making a moan slip from your mouth. You were about to question how in the hell did he do that yet..who said you wanted him to stop. “I can’t wait until they fall asleep..and I have you all to myself.” He whispered in your ear while the movie continued to play.

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Eijiro Kirishima

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Your eyes sparkled, admiring the beautiful Christmas lights while the show hadn’t started yet. Kirishima wanted to have a relaxing day with you so he decided to take you out to the park to a beautiful Christmas light show. You basically walked through the park while thousands of lights sparkled and shined around you.

It was pretty late and everyone had disappeared, leaving you two lovebirds alone. The colors danced off your body while your outfit was rather..tight to say the least. Kiri tried his hardest to be manly and not crave the constant need to touch you but that ass looked scrumptious from afar.

“Sharky?” You called out, snapping him back to reality as he looked at you. “Yeah babe?” He retorted quickly, keeping his cool before you giggled softly. “Looks like we’re at the end, is there anything you’d like to do?” You offered with a smile. God, that smile you had just made him warm and fuzzy every time.

The sudden pop made you jump and face away from him as fireworks began to cover the dark starry sky. You admired the gorgeous flashes of light while you boyfriend wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you close. You couldn’t help but feel something hard pressing against your bottom, your eyes widened a bit as your boyfriend leaned in and kissed a small exposed part of your neck.

“I can think of a few things.”

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Keigo Takami

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You laughed softly, standing with your small group of colleagues. Mirko, Yu and Taishiro all stood with you, talking with one another like old time.

“It’s not the same without you, Y/N! You and I used to kick so many bastards asses together..” Mirko said, frowning at bit at your early retirement. You did retire pretty young, you were apart of the hero’s who was affected by One For All. He took your quirk and luckily you were found barley alive. Due to the incident, that’s how you met you husband by being his secretary.

“He’s living up to his her name.” Yu commented, pointing at the Pro-Hero who quickly snapped his gaze off you. You laughed softly at how adorable he was being even though it was a small gathering with all the hero’s. A Secret Santa party to be exact, everyone exchanged gifts and had fun with one another, discussing about either school things or villains butts they kicked.

You walked out of the large meeting room and walked towards the bathroom, walking inside. You examined your face closely, trying to fix the eyeliner smudges from laughing so hard when you heard the lock click. Your body spun as you faced his yellow ones. “Hey there, Kid.” He said with a smirk.

His hand gripped your ass, tugging the stitched fabric. You knew exactly what he wanted and he wasn’t going to stop until he did. “Keigo, We’re in public. What if someone hears?” You said quickly as he scooped you up and sat you on the cold sink.

“Then, Let them hear you Baby Bird..”

[harringtonheartache]

Daybreak | Part Six

Part Seven

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Lab Escapee! Reader?

Summary: Part six of this fic. What will the two do with a morning void of urgency? Did someone say... breakfast in bed? 

Word Count: 2,200 +

Warning(s): Mild cussing

A/N: Ch-chapter six anyone? Is anyone still here? Sorry for the wait. It becomes obvious in this chapter that I changed the timeline of events as they happen in the show, although I assume this isn’t much of a shock considering the fic’s entire concept derails from the show’s plot. Enjoy (-:

Awakening from sleep was more gentle the second morning without Steve’s clumsy efforts in getting ready for school filling the room with noise. Because of this lack of the boy’s undeniably loud movement, however, when she awoke, Nine sat up to make sure he was still there. And he was. He still laid facing her on the floor, only now his eyes were closed, his mouth was slightly agape, and his hair had been thrown over his face at some point in the night. The blanket he had taken from his closet fell from its place against his shoulders and now wrapped itself loosely around his waist, just as much a victim of his sleepy tosses and turns as his hair had been. 

It was now raining, too. Lightly pattering against the roof, nice background noise it made. Nine let him sleep, and let herself observe him in such a tender state for a moment before falling back against the mattress to focus her vision on the ceiling. She happily welcomed the serene environment brought to the bedroom by the soft beam of light leaking through the curtains (and right across the patch of floor Steve laid across, but he didn’t notice) and the sleepy boy sprawled out across the floor. It was a kind of morning she favored over those she was used to. 

After ten or so minutes passed, Steve stirred awake, and sat up himself to see the girl lying calmly on her back in his bed. One of his eyes was still closed, as he could only adjust them to the light one at a time. “What time is it?” he asked, and her head popped up from against the pillow she was laying on. His one opened eye found the clock sitting on his nightstand and he answered the question for himself. “Ah,” he groaned, reaching to rub the eye he had yet to fully open. “I didn’t mean to sleep this late, I’m sorry. Have you been up long?” His voice was hoarse but still warmly familiar. 

Her response was soft but audible in the relaxed air of the bedroom. “No,” she said, sitting up on her elbows. He let himself fall back against the floor as she had against the mattress, closing both eyes again yet still awake. “That’s good”. 

He sat up again a few moments later, deciding that he was ready to wake up completely. Nine graduated from leaning against her elbows to sitting cross-legged when Steve stood up altogether, his blanket now falling to the ground as he did so. “I uh-” he began a sentence briefly before starting it over again. He ran a hand lazily through his hair as he spoke, taming it a little. “I’ll be right back, you can just stay here”. With that, he left the room, pulling the door almost shut (but not completely) as he did so. Slightly unsettled by this detail (but trustful), Nine stayed where she was as Steve told her she could. 

More time passed before he returned than she was comfortable with, but he did return nonetheless. He struggled, three plates of food balancing in his grip as he softly opened the door with a push of his foot. One plate almost fell from his hand as he entered, and a “shit” succeeded in falling from his mouth. He set the food down on his dresser, turning to Nine after he slid the last one atop the wooden surface. “I- uh,” he started his speech the same way he had earlier. “My parents aren’t home or anything, but I thought we could eat in here anyway. Like a breakfast in bed kinda thing, maybe? I mean it’s only toast, and some fruit - we don’t have much - and I might have burnt some of the toast, but-” 

His words were hurried, trying his best to communicate his intentions. Nine cut him off from his explanatory ramblings. “Yeah,” she said. “Breakfast in bed”. 

He smiled at her agreement, offering an airy “okay,” as he did so. He gathered the plates again, and she smoothed out the comforter in front of her. Steve set the plates on top one by one, then proceed to climb on the bed himself, the food now sitting between them like a picnic spread. “Again, it's not the greatest breakfast-” he started but was unable to finish. “Steve,” she stopped him. “It’s great. Thank you”. She smiled again, reaching to pluck a strawberry from the bowl sitting (slightly tilted, but not enough to spill) on the bed.

He grinned with a content sigh, deciding to take her word for it this time that she was okay with his perhaps mediocre preparations. His arm crossed with her’s as he reached for a piece of darkened toast. Biting into it, a loud crunch rang in the air as a few crumbs dropped from the bread. They both laughed before he spoke. “It’s not as bad as it sounds”. Depositing the calyx of her finished strawberry on the edge of her reserved plate, she now took her own piece of toast. She held it up, tapping it against Steve’s in a silent ‘cheers’. 

“So what do you want to do today?” Steve asked, breaking the not-so-silence of their toast chewing. Nine held a hand out underneath her mouth as she took a bite, catching crumbs from falling to the bed. She swallowed before speaking, and it gave her time to think. “Do you think-” she hesitated to voice her desires. “Do you think we can just stay here today?”.

“Yeah!” Steve’s voice was muffled behind his piece of toast as he took another bite. He was quick to answer, realizing the poor timing of his eating. “Yeah, we don’t have to go anywhere today,” he reassured her. “Do you want to watch movies? Have you seen-” he stopped himself this time, quick to pick up on his own mistake. “Wait, no you probably haven’t. That’s okay, I can show you all the best ones”. Another genuine smile flourished on her face. “Or I’m sure we have some games or something we can play,” he introduced another suggestion to the conversation. He felt responsible to entertain her, unaware that she was fully content with just about any activity (or lack thereof) she ended up participating in on this stay-at-home day, no matter the mundane normalcy. She was ready to experience such a thing for the first time. 

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The two now shared the responsibility of carrying the plates, walking downstairs beside one another to put them in the kitchen. She handed hers to Steve and he placed it in the sink, then turning on his heels to lean against the counter as he faced her. “So, wanna see what movies we have?” he asked with a grin. He too was excited to spend the day leisurely, just the two of them with nothing existential to worry about. She gave him a happy nod, about to add speech to her response but the sound of a doorbell cut her short. She flinched. He did too.

She looked to the door. He did too. 

Turning his head away from the entryway that had stolen his attention away from Nine, he spoke up. “Hey,” he said gingerly, trying to break her worried gaze from the door as well with his calm reassurance. “I’ll just shoo em’ away. Then we can pick out a movie, okay?” he asked, raising both of his brows to give her a look of sincere consolation. She nodded again, but this time with hesitance. 

She chose a more concealed hiding spot than last time, ducking behind the kitchen island rather than only standing out of view. Steve opened the door, and she heard him sigh from her place in the other room. “Dustin? Really, again? Look, you know I love hanging out with you little dude, but I’m kinda busy right now”. Steve said to the boy. Nine stood from her spot but kept her feet in place, not as nervous about being seen considering that it was only Dustin. “Steve, this is important I-” he started to explain his position, why it was that he has appeared at Steve’s door for the second day in a row, but he wasn’t given enough time to squeeze out his reasoning. “Dustin, I know, I bet it is. I just can’t help you out today, okay? I have some important stuff going on, I-” Dustin interrupted him this time. “Steve-” 

“I’m sorry! I am, just- another day, okay?” 

“Steve!”

“What?!”

“Will’s missing!”

The shouting stopped with Dustin’s last sentence, Steve gone silent and Nine even rounding the corner, now insistent on joining the conversation despite it requiring her presence being known. “What?” Steve’s voice faded to that of a more benevolent tone. His hand dropped from its place against the open door, meeting his side to parallel the other. Nine’s face was decorated with worry. She remembered Will, ‘the smallest one’ in Steve’s words. She was present now besides Steve, but Dustin’s eyes were still trained on the tallest figure in the doorway. 

“What do you mean he’s missing?” Steve continued.

“Will is missing. Gone. Not here. We don’t know where he is.”

“That’s impossible, I dropped him off at his house last night. I watched him go inside. Where could he have gone?”

“I don’t know, but he wasn’t there in the morning,” 

Nine gives the hem of Steve’s shirt a gentle tug. It’s so gentle that she has to do it a second time with a little more force for the action to register to him. He tilts his head down to meet her eye, and she can see that his are filled with a very distinguishable concern. They falter for a moment, as if the realization of her presence momentarily shocked him out of it, but then the worry floods right back in. He gives her a questioning look rather than asking her what she wishes to tell him. Maybe he’s adopting some of her non-verbal cues. She doesn’t respond, but her eyes stare back at him wildly. They hold that same concern that Steve’s do, but there's a twinge of something else in there too. 

She gives her eyebrows a quick raise and tugs on his shirt for a third time. His gaze drifts to her hand that held the fabric of his shirt, then, as if someone pressed ‘resume’, he stepped to the side to allow her a more private word with him. She speaks in a hushed tone, and Dustin remains where he is. He watches them, only now realizing for himself that she hadn’t been there when Steve opened the door. 

“I can help,” she tells him. His shirt was still gripped between her forefinger and thumb, but neither of them noticed. Steve’s eyes remained the same, but his head tilted in confusion and his mouth twitched as it prepared words. “What do you mean you can help him?” he started with the only logical question. “Do you know where he is? Will?” he said. “No,” she spoke softer than he did. “But I can-” her fingers finally let go of his shirt and found those of her other hand as they intertwined nervously. “I think I can find him, maybe”. 

“What does that mean?” Steve asked another logical question.

“I can sometimes… see people. You just have to trust me.” Now his eyes changed; they got even wider. His voice got quieter, too. “You can see people? What the hell does-” She gave him another look, one that stopped him from finishing his sentence. “Powers - yup. Okay, got it.” 

He now stole a look at Dustin, who still stood in the doorway, as he had not invited himself inside. “How do you-” he started, looking back to Nine now. “How does this work? Where should we go? I don’t know how to keep Dustin out of this,” he rambled quietly. 

She looked over to him now too, noticing that he was wearing the same hat that was on top of his head yesterday. An unimportant detail, but for some reason it occurred to her anyways. He was a young kid, in middle school most likely (not that she would know that). She could tell he was fairly young though, and this alone was a comfort. Perhaps it stemmed from her upbringing. She had never trusted an adult, had yet to come across one that she could. She hadn’t seen much of other kids either (as she was more familiar with seclusion), but those she had managed to interact with at the lab, even if just for a minute or two, had been the only people she felt remotely comfortable with. There was a bond between them that manifested naturally. Shared trauma was powerful.

Dustin - all five-foot-three of him - was not an adult, and this was incentive to trust him in Nine’s eyes. She wasn’t very familiar with him, or trust as a concept in the first place, but there was one person who was the exception to both of those shortcomings. 

“Do you trust him?” she whispered, turning to face Steve after a pondering look to the doorway. She trusted Steve, and his approval of Dustin would be enough for her to grant him her own as well. Steve’s arms were crossed now, one hand grasping loosely onto his bicep. He had initiated this movement at some point in the conversation, perhaps when Nine’s grip had left his shirt. He nodded his head intensely. “Yeah! Totally, I mean he’s young, but he can keep a secret. Plus, he’s smart too. He’s got wisdom beyond his years... somehow,” he spoke.

She eyed him with sincerity. “Good. We’re going to need his help too”.

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[spiiderwiick]

Compared to the first day, in which they had a clown chomp on their hand, today had gone much smoother. They’d had the idea to set up a little blanket fort for her and later made many home-made circus tent jokes to themself. Patches had taken well to it and mostly remained in there, much like a cat hiding under a bed in a new home.

Wick had learned quickly that Patches had a thing about the idea of magic. She seemed genuinely unsettled by it. They found that odd given how clearly magic she was with her rainbow clown jelly, unnatural healing ability, not to mention the ability to get anywhere she pleased. They’d made a point to let anyone interacting with her know not to bring it up. At all. No magic allowed.

Patches had rediscovered her phone today and Wick had to very quickly come up with a mundane, non-magical reason that it works. They weren’t sure how old she was or what her current worldly perspective was, but they figured carrier pigeons and mailmen were a close enough analogy. She called it a birdbox. They nodded in agreement, it’s a birdbox.

Soon after, someone introduced her to cat videos, which thankfully took up most of the day, except for the parts where she ended up on a rabbit hole that took her to food videos and she started demanding fish and other tasty things. That was fine, they’d been wanting sushi lately anyway.

The day was winding down, the sun was setting and nothing had exploded. Wick wouldn’t ever truly let their guard down, not around Patches, but from the other side of the room, they were confident they could move quickly enough to outrun a baby.

They take a seat across from the blanket fort, leaning their back against the wall, “hey patches? you mind if i ask you a couple questions?”

Patches lifts the blanket curtain blocking the entrance to her lair. She doesn’t look terribly thrilled to be bothered, but since Wick has been feeding her, she’s willing to humor them, “What?”

Ah. They decide they need to tread carefully, “how uh.. how old are you? you seem kinda young to be out on your own.”

The clown narrows her eyes at them, “Dunno.”

Wick isn’t sure if she’s being difficult on purpose or if she genuinely doesn’t know. Even the Patches they knew was always vague with her age. They decide to try a different approach, “do you remember how many winters you’ve seen?”

“Winters..?” Her eyes drop to the floor in thought, “I think... Seven? I don’t like winter. It’s cold and there’s less food.”

Wick nods. Seven was a good ballpark, depending on the sort of critter Patches is, she might not remember her first year or two, most seemed to lose those early on. They’d hazard a guess at her being eight or nine. Still absolutely a baby, even if not a literal toddler, “yeah? yeah.. it’s not so bad here at least. what was.. what is your home like?”

“I don’t have one.” Her frown returns, “I never had one.”

They can feel their heart breaking with every little detail Patches reveals, and have to keep reminding themself about who she is when she grows up. Regardless of how they try to help her now, she’s almost assuredly going to return to her usual awful self later. They already knew the answer to their question, “really? what about family?”

Patches shakes her head, “I came outta an egg but I never saw another monster like me. I am all by myself.”

“then where.. where in the world have you been living?”

She crawls a little further out of her fort to sit on the floor, “Everywhere. I sleep in trees and in alleys and sometimes hide out in people’s houses when it’s too cold or rainy. Sometimes I can even get away with taking their food before they can catch me!”

Wick is only mildly perturbed by her sense of pride at that. They’ve read enough novels about kids on the run, on their own, “you just scavenge for food wherever you can get it, huh?”

“Or I hunt.” Patches lifts her head and those round pupils thin a bit into predatory slits at the thought, “I’m really good at hunting!”

“heh.. i bet you’ve got lots of practice.” Wick does not like the way they’re being watched all of a sudden, “you just hunt whatever you can catch, yeah?”

Patches nods, “I’m really good at catching rabbits and squirrels and birds and people and fish and stuff.”

Wick’s expression falls, “...people?”

“Uh-huh!” Patches doesn’t see anything wrong with this and hops up onto her feet in her excitement, “They try to hurt me sometimes, cause I stole food or something from them! They wanna do bad things but I don’t let ‘em! Sometimes.. They try to catch me cause they think I’m just a weak little kid but I show ‘em! And then I’m not hungry for a lil bit either!!”

Somehow, the news that she’s killing and eating people in self defense doesn’t seem to make Wick any less anxious, “w-well, that’s. not very nice of them at all, is it?” Oh they want to abort this conversation so badly. How can they leave?

“They say they’re good people cause I’m evil.” Patches is staring right at them with those glowing red eyes of hers, “Cause I’m a monster.. But you said I’m not evil.”

Goddamnit they did say that. Or something close enough to it. They choose their next words very, very carefully and slowly, “being evil is.. a choice. it’s something you choose with your actions, not something you inherently are.” They pause, “plenty of people who say they’re good and think they’re the purest person on earth do evil things.” And you Patches, have been choosing to do many evil things, even as a baby, apparently.

The clown seems confused by this, it looks like she’s thinking hard about things. After what feels like an eternity to Wick, she speaks, “You think I’m evil, don’t you?”

Yes, yes they do, but they shake their head in response, “i- don’t think.... i don’t think i know enough about your situation to judge whether or not you're evil.” They are growing increasingly anxious with the way she’s staring at them, “i think.. killing and eating people is wrong.. even if you are doing it in self defense, two wrongs don’t make a right. it’d be better to just.. you know. do something to get ‘em to let you go like bite them really good?”

Patches ears flatten defensively, “I’ve tried that!! They just get madder and try to hurt me worse!!!”

Of course she had, Wick thinks, she’d bit them pretty good when she was feeling threatened. She already had a concept of warning people to leave her alone. That last sentence did remind them of a question they’d wanted to know, and.. Maybe it would be a way to steer the conversation away from eating people, “hurt you? i’d heard a rumor you couldn’t feel pain.. which is kinda silly sounding to say out loud, it can’t be true, right?”

A rumor? Maybe this place wasn’t as far from “home” as she thought, if they knew things about her that she hadn’t told them. That did explain why the man the other night knew her given name, “That’s stupid. You’re stupid. Being hurt hurts. Who told you that?”

That was interesting news. Wick shrugs, thankful for their years of acting training to lean on as they improvise and try not to look too freaked, “some rando from the birdbox. guess they were full of it though. why would someone think you don’t feel pain?”

Patches steps back a bit and her long tail curls close as if she’s worried someone might try to grab it, “Cause... I’m a monster.. And when I get hurt it goes away... But it still hurts until it goes away.”

“you can.. heal yourself? that’s pretty cool.” Hm.. Maybe they should show her a certain movie, one they know she’s referenced in regards to her healing before.

“Cool..? You think that’s cool?” She sounds hopeful, like this is some of the first validation she’s received in her life. For all they know, maybe it actually is.

“yeah? i think all that magic stuff is pretty neat.” Oh. They said the M word. They are full of regret before she can even react.

At first, she doesn’t react, she just freezes up. Patches.exe has encountered a problem, would you like to end the program? When she does speak it’s quiet, barely above a whisper. Wick is afraid to ask for her to speak up because they don’t know if they want to know what she said. They don’t get a choice, “I’m. Not. Magic. I’m a monster. I’m a scary evil monster. I’m not magic.”

“hey- hey it’s- it’s okay. i’m probably wrong. it just- sounds like- something magical. it’s-” They’re at a loss for words. They don’t get it. Why is magic such a bad thing to her? Maybe they should just ask, “is.. why are you- why don’t you like magic?”

“It’s bad.” That’s it. That’s all the reply she gives them. It’s bad. Magic bad.

Somewhere in their terror, something clicks, “and you don’t.. want people to think you’re bad? or.. treat you any worse than they already do?”

The penny drops when Patches nods. She’s a product of her times. Magic is bad and scary and they need to burn the witch. She’s just as scared of the idea of magic as anyone else would have been from her time, and she’s magic herself.

“okay.. patches, i need you to listen to me.. magic- it’s. it’s just like monsters. it’s only bad if someone chooses to use it to do bad things. it’s not some inherently evil thing on its own.” When it doesn’t look like she believes them, they continue, only fumbling a little, “there is nothing evil about healing magic, for example. healing is in the name! it’s good, it’s healthy. it makes people better! i don’t think it’s even possible to do evil with healing magic”

They know it is possible because Patches uses her magic for evil things all the time. Or at least uses the knowledge that she can rely on it as an excuse to take normally life-threatening risks when it comes to ruining other people’s lives. None of that matters in this moment, talking to a kid scared of.. Apparently herself.

Said kid doesn’t look convinced, but Wick is opening new doors as they try to liken it to the monster conversation, “Then why does everyone say it’s bad? Why does it hurt more?”

What?

“hurt.. more?” Another nod from Patches. Wick is not an expert in magic, they didn’t even think magic was real in their world. Assuming Patches is from their world and didn’t hop over here one day on a whim, it would mean magic was real and secret and probably a lot easier to abuse that way.

“that.. sounds like.. someone really wanted to hurt you. maybe that someone was evil, or thought they were doing good by trying to hurt you. people.. don’t always like things they don’t understand. magic ‘n monsters both. it’s easier for them to call those things bad and be afraid of ‘em than to take the time to learn about them.”

While that doesn’t make Patches look any happier, some of the confusion and worry seems to fade, “Why aren’t you afraid?”

Because they’ve lived most of the past year in constant fear of murder clowns and baby murder clowns are a lot less scary, “i think.. if i’d met you a year ago, i’d probably be pretty freaked out, honestly, but i’ve met a lot of nice monsters recently, learned magic was real and not scary. it’s.. actually incredible. some of it really beautiful to watch.”

Wick can tell at a glance how full of doubt she still is, “why don’t you give it a chance? maybe you’ll be surprised.” They glance at their bandaged hand, “i have an idea.. why don’t i let someone use some healing magic on me? to show you that it’s not so scary and can be good.”

Bold of them to allow someone to use magic on them, she thinks, but better them than her. A short nod before she retreats into the safety of her fort. The red slit peeping out from the darkness is the only indication that she’s waiting for them to follow through.

With a small sigh, Wick pulls out their phone. Time to call in a friend.

[dilfbatman]

Percy being love child to Patrochilles anon here. Thank YOU for making me realise this and THANK YOU for the amazing headcanons, I LOVE them! They made me tear up. I'd definitely would read some more of them if you have the time, energy and inspiration to write them. If not, no pressure. Love your page and I love YOU! Hope you are safe and well.

you’re literally SO unbelievably kind and i love you so much THANK YOU :’) and i will absolutely be writing more! i have a few more ideas :’) and you’re so sweet, i hope you’re also safe & well and much love to you! <3 i’ll do some fun & cutesy hc’s bc this ask made me super happy :’)

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- patrochilles & perseus will often times go out and do fun stuff together - they all want to do adorable familial things so pat & achilles will take perseus’ to their favorite diner, “the acropolis”, and eat their hearts out (pat has to wipe both of their mouths bc his boys are voracious eaters) and percy turns their drink’s blue (he found out he could do this at chb and he will never stop)

- they like to go to amusement parks/fairs/carnivals and achilles will always win at every single game so his hands are full of stuffed animals and little prizes to give pat & perseus, percy is an ace at water games and for some reason never loses ;) and pat will chastise him while smiling, and pat is always whisking his boys away to the adorable pet farm in which they get to hold bunnies, pet little lambs, and see cool animals! pat makes achilles take so many pictures and it’s just too adorable

- something hilarious that keeps happening to the boys is that they all get asked out nearly every 20 min by some brave yet intimidated soul and achilles has to hold pat and say “sorry i’m taken” and perseus just doesn’t wanna date some random stranger so he just says sorry but that he appreciates their guts of asking him out!

- another fun thing is that they just love celebrating the seasons!

- during the summer they’ll go to the roller rink, to their favorite ice cream stand, pizza parlor, to the park and have a lovely summer’s picnic, they like going to ofc fairs/carnivals/amusement parks, and they love going to the beach and the ocean - perseus feels at home there and patrochilles have always loved the ocean

- during the spring, they’ll go to adorable local festivals and music festivals, pat will dress everyone up and do their makeup/nails and make sure everyone looks popping (which they always do) and they just have so much fun dancing the night away! something else that they do is do little easter egg hunts (you’re never too old to eat all the candy) and pat will hide them so achilles & perseus have to find them (you don’t wanna see those two in competition or compete against them... they’re unforgiving) BUT it’s super fun and they just have a really fun day!

- during the fall patrochilles take perseus to the pumpkin patch and they enjoy going to all the delicious food stalls, going to the corn maze, haunted hayride & haunted houses - this is one of their fav things to do since it’s so fun and perseus at this point in time is like 18 and he just has so much fun seeing his dads take him to their favorite spots growing up! also during halloween instead of trick or treating, they just like to dress up and have a party w all of percy’s friends over and they give out candy to little kids! the kids love them and always make sure to go to uncle pat, lily, & cici’s place! (that’s what the lil kids call em :’)

- and during winter, while it may be cold their spirits and hearts are so warm! they love going to christmas markets and shopping for presents, they watch xmas movies and make all the sweet treats! percy is old enough to get stuff for his dads so he makes achilles a spear that he fashioned at camp & he gives patroclus a journal that he’s been keeping and both pat & achilles are so thankful and happy and they just love their baby boy :’) they give him a record player & demigod-safe cameras/polaroids with film and an album of pictures they’ve accumulated of perseus throughout the year! it’s very sweet <3

- during the year they always have family movie nights every sunday in which they all wear face masks, do a self care routine, watch a new movie they haven’t seen while eating some delicious food and this is a day of relaxation and everyone is just so zen & lil puppy chiron is there just licking everyone and stealing achilles’ pizza everytime he tries to grab a piece

- sometimes when perseus gets really stressed bc of school/demigod stuff, achilles & patroclus will take him in their car and just drive around near the sea with the windows down, so the breeze and ocean air can calm perseus. they’ll stop at a rest area overlooking the ocean and just have conversations and long talks until 2 am about everything & anything - those times are usually filled with laughter, tears, blunt & honest advice, and tons of wisdom & perseus is so grateful bc his parents have gone through what he’s been through! achilles knows what it’s like to shoulder a prophecy & how hard it is to be a demigod & the confusion/anger/sadness that comes with it, and patroclus knows the stresses of not only that, but of mundane normal life too! and they remind percy that everything he feels is valid, and they are ALWAYS here for him, no matter what

- those days are often filled with percy just being held by patrochilles

- also one day while patrochilles is out, percy goes to their room while he’s bored and looks around and finds a bunch of journals/poems/albums/trinkets/knickknacks of when patrochilles were his age! achilles still looks just as beautiful and wild & pat looks just as warm & soft, they look so in love & percy reads all of pat’s journals about achilles and he finds trinkets that achilles has bought pat, and something he finds as well is a journal simply called “Perseus.” and he doesn’t open it but he knows what it must entail and his heart is so full of love bc they just adore him w all their hearts and he feels the same about them

- when they come home w arms full of groceries and put them on the counter, percy just goes up to the both of them and silently hugs them trying to convey his love & adoration. patrochilles are slightly shocked bc they don’t know why he all of a sudden just went to do this but they are so grateful nonetheless, and they hug him back and give him the biggest kisses and tell him how much they love him. percy says that he loves them too and that they’re the best dads in the world :’) achilles eyes are misty and pat has the most widest smile and they just !!!!! EVERYONE’S heart is filled w sunshine & love

- more than anything they are all just so happy that they are a happy family; and they’re all cognizant of the fact that they’re lucky enough to be safe & healthy bc the life of a demigod is tough! but it’s a bit easier with wonderful friends, family, and a great support system <3

they love each other so much and I LOVE THEM & YOU!

[ellisimis]

all of them

oH BOY OKAY THEN

zinc white; how are you really feeling today? no one-word answers please!

actually pretty good! i gained a lot of clarity on some things!! i only do one word answers i’m sorry

cadmium yellow; when you think of the word “happy” what’s the first thing that comes to mind?

big smiles, and laughter, and sitting with people without needing to say anything and just enjoying someones company

lemon; what’s your comfort food?

i... honestly have no clue lol i just kinda eat what i want when i want

hansa yellow; what’s your guilty pleasure song?

i don’t really have a guilty pleasure o:

yellow ochre; name an artist/band whom you just discovered & can’t get enough of!

IAMX!! like just listen to this

naples yellow; where do you feel most at home?

....asleep

raw sienna; with whom do you feel most at home?

my family def, i love ‘em

golden ochre; describe the relationship you have with your closest friend.

i don’t even know if anyone i know would consider me a friend oh no

golden deep; what’s your favorite season?

spring or summer!!

cadmium orange; what do you like to do on your days off?

probs edit or play wayhaven or mess around in blender atm

orange lake; do you have anyone you can turn to when you’re sad?

yes!! my family <3

titans; do you prefer slow mornings or relaxing evenings?

relaxing evenings, i am NOT a morning person, although i try :c

shakhnazaryan red; are you currently binge-watching anything?

i wAS rewatching Code Geass but then wayhaven came out and Nothing Else Exists

red ochre; are you more right-brained (creative) or left-brained (analytical)?

i honestly don’t know lmaO

burnt sienna; is there a painting that brings you peace when you look at it?

anything my sister paints! c: she’s talented lol

english red; what animal do you relate to most?

i like all animals o: although i remember one time someone said i was like an owl so i guess??

vermilion; what’s your favorite accent?

i tend to like subtle accents~~

cadmium red; do you have a “type” when it comes to a significant other?

has never had an so if theY’RE NICE I GUESS

scarlet; describe your current crush/es.

i don’t have one~~ unless fictional guys count cause oH BOY

ruby; what does your ideal first date look like?

idk maybe like. actually holding a conversation lmaO

carmine; what does your ideal second date look like?

gotta get through the first one hehe

madder lake red; would you ever kiss someone (or accept a kiss) on a first date?

probs not but like. i’m an awkward mess so i don’t know think that’d go well anyway

quinacridone rose; what’s something you’re really looking forward to?

WAYHAVEN BOOK 3 BABY

cobalt blue spectral; what is the most beautiful place you have ever been to?

was visiting a friend once and she was showing us around the area and we were driving and on one side was a cliff going up and on the other was a cliff going down and there was reALLY TURQUOISE oceans and pretty sand and i  was all hoLY SHIT

ultramarine; when was the last time you were in a good mood? do you know/remember what sparked it?

hell yeah the other day some folks were really nice and accommodating with my slow ass

blue; what’s the most recent dream you remember?

i was shopping with my sister. my dreams are so mundane, its great

bright blue; what does your dream family look like? any kids or pets? how many of each?

oh gOD I’D LOVE SOME PETS

prussian azure; what’s your favorite scent?

mmm rose

azure blue; what’s your favorite type of tea, if any?

doesnt drink tea

turquoise blue; if you could start a garden, what would you plant?

gardens are a horror fest cause i’m tERRIFIED of snails

cerulean blue; if you were guaranteed to have a viewership, would you start a youtube vlog?

probs not, thats a lot of pressure and shit

glauconite; describe your body without using any negative adjectives.

tiny

yellow green; picture yourself walking in a field. what do you see & hear in this scenario?

clear skies, birds singing, green grass and bUGS OH NO

green light; are you in a comfortable place in life? if not, what do you think might make it better?

hell yeah its getting more and more comfy~~

green; name three countries you want to visit; do you have any actual plans in place to visit any of them?

i wanna go everywhere tbh but like. if i had to choose maybe like ireland, croatia & tahiti

emerald green; do you speak any languages besides english? are there any additional languages you want to learn?

unfortunatelyyy i only speak english :c i’d love to learn more tho

oxide of chromium; what’s your favorite book?

i.... don’t read as often as i should oop

mars brown; what’s a movie that always puts a smile on your face/makes you laugh?

probs the first pirates of the caribbean for nostalgia’s sake

burnt umber; what’s something you plan to do before the day is over to take care of yourself?

eaTING SOMETHING

umber; have you drank enough water today?

probs not tbh

voronezhskaya black; what or who is your go-to outlet for when you need to vent?

that’d be my mum she’s great

sepia; name five things that always make you happy.

1.Mason

2. Mason

3. Mason

4. Mason

5. Mason

i got it bad lmaO

indigo; what’s the best/sweetest compliment you have ever received?

soMEONE RECENTLY SAID THEY HAD A PASSING THOUGHT OF ‘WOW THAT ELLI IS A NICE PERSON’ AND I PRACTICALLY CRIED

payne’s gray; describe your aesthetic?

i’d like to think its kind of classy. at least i try to have a slightly classy vibe alongside spoop

black; post a selfie because you are so beautiful!

Ya know what okay then, if you made it this far imma post an old one

[writing-with-chaos]

[Your OCs Backstory] Skills

@yourocsbackstory​ @etjwrites​

WOW. This is what I get for not reading the prompt itself and only going by the title. I totally misinterpreted the kinda skills we were supposed to be showing ^^; Of COURSE y’all wanna know about her powers! I’ll have to do an extra one that’s right.

In the mean time! Have a present day extra of the main girls having a slumber party, and Ria using her favorite mundane skill!

Ariana Salem

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//and when it rains,

well you always find an escape

just runnin' away

from all of the ones who love you...//

Damali was going through her sleepover phase.

She'd been asleep with a wiped memory for the last thirty-five years, so there was a lot to catch up on in a short amount of time. Her phases went through quick bursts, largely influenced by whatever she was reading or watching at the moment. So far, there'd been an arts and crafts phase, a biology phase, a geology phase, a culinary phase, and an eighties phase, all within the span of a few weeks. Now, after watching a movie about a sleepover adventure, every night they huddled around the TV in their pajamas, with popcorn and pizza and candy, and built a blanket fort to nest in. ShadowGrl was gleefully in charge of making the fort every night, and Ariana managed the snacks. Under normal circumstances, it might've gotten annoying, but after the last few months of being stuck behind the walls of the Safe House, all the excitement was more than welcome. It was the most alive any of them had felt in a long time. Ariana definitely didn't mind. She was already awake on the couch most nights anyway. Having everyone sleeping in a group helped her feel safe enough to get a little more rest.

"Kendra, are you gonna join us?" Damali always remembered to ask the Chaos Power, despite the answer being the same.

"I'll be upstairs."

Damali wasn't far enough along in understanding social rules to get the disconnect, but Ariana knew, in the end, Kendra was doing them a favor. It would've felt like babysitting if she joined them. Especially knowing that their gatherings had a tendency of getting a little loud. Either way, Damali didn't seem too put off by the consistent denials. She just wanted to make sure everyone was included. It was character growth, considering how afraid she was of Kendra and 'Drea initially.

Tonight, the first activity on the agenda was painting their nails. Ariana offered to do the painting, as long as they didn't mind her being slow and careful as hell. Her perfectionism always lept out when she did anything artistic, especially now that she barely lifted a pencil. She started on Damali first. They always started the night with their favorite TV shows, and ShadowGrl's crime shows premiered first. The nails were good to keep Damali distracted. She had a low tolerance for intense action and violence, understandably so.

"What are you gonna do for yours?" Damali asked eagerly.

Ariana shrugged. "I bite my nails too much for it to matter."

"Then how did you get so good at this?"

"Ria used to paint all the time. She won an award for art school," ShadowGrl proudly bragged on her behalf.

"Really?" Damali's eyes light up.

"Yeah." Ria smiled humbly. "Nails are just like tiny easels. I used to do this for Sabin a lot."

ShadowGrl immediately turned her head from the screen. "You're telling Sabin stories?"

"No? I just said--"

"We are supposed to talk about boys here," Damali piped in, with a bright and eager look in her eyes.

"You don't even like boys, Dee. And ShadowGrl is ten, she doesn't know what a boy is."

"I do too!" Her voice squeaked with offense.

"Sarcasm, kiddo."

"That's all true!" Damali nods. "But I don't know any other girls to talk about, so you have to lead the conversation. Otherwise it's not authentic."

She sighed. Sabin's ID tags hung heavy around her neck. "There's really not a story. Panacea always made Sabin do two things growing up: keep his hair cropped and his nails super short. When he was free, he liked to do the opposite, and one time he mentioned that if he could paint his nails, he would. So I offered to give him a manicure and it became a thing."

"That's just like what you do with me!" Damali said.

"Ria's a sucker for Panacea freaks," ShadowGrl teased. She sounded proud of herself but really she was only repeating what Ariana said once.

"Thanks, brat."

"When we get him back, we can throw one of these parties and have it manicure themed! " Damali exclaimed. Ariana winced. "We could each make up a design for him, to welcome him back! Like when people sign casts!"

"Yeah! What colors did he like?" ShadowGrl was leaning forward so far she was almost in Damali's lap.

Kendra's energy started prickling in Ariana's fingertips, reacting to her growing irritation. She took a deep breath to quiet the thorns. "I don't know, it was a long time ago. I don't really wanna talk about this anymore. We talked about a boy, it counts, right?"

"Yeah, of course! ," Damali quickly piped up. She ducked her head slightly. "S-Sorry. Thank you for sharing though!"

"Yeah."

She flexed her fingers. ShadowGrl turned back to her spot and flipped the channels. It  was thankfully time for Ariana's show to come on. A mindless, more-relatable-than-she'd-like-to-admit teen drama with overexaggerated problems she could immerse herself in instead of the horror story that was her life. It was perfect to keep her distracted again. Doing any kind of art was always so relaxing. It quieted her brain, allowed her to pick out the real thoughts from the anxious noise, maybe turn one or the other into something tangible. But quiet was exactly what she was afraid of. Getting lost in the swirls of the fluffy white clouds dancing along the pastel purple she colored Damali's nails brought a rare calm that was amazing, but it also allowed memories to sneak in. It was a lie before. Of course she remembered what Sabin liked. She remembered the first color she gave him: dark blue with a silver glittery top cover, cause it reminded her of his powers. He'd always light up when she was finished, no matter if the art looked good or not. Stars, suns, ice cream, flowers, cookies. When they were dating, she'd add hearts and xos, and of course her diamond symbol so when he was in hiding he could look down and feel like she was still with him. She wondered if her bracelet she left with him had the same effect. The longer she wore his ID tags, the more they felt like dragging chains, growing heavier with the weight of his life the longer it took her to find him.

"Alright." Ariana leaned back and sucked in a steadying breath. Subtle, so it sounded like a common sigh. "All done. You like 'em?"

"I love them!" Damali could barely keep still. Her giddiness was too infectious not to bring a small smile to Ariana's face, even with the anxiety. She had to remind her not to move her hands until they dried.

"That means you're next, punk." Ariana playfully pointed to ShadowGrl. The youngest nearly lept to her side, hands at the ready. "Any requests?"

"I want lime green! With flames!"

"Hell yeah."

Ariana tried to put a little more focus on the show this time. Listen to the girls chatter with each other. The more she focused on them, the less she had to be in her own head. The less she had to acknowledge the hurt when she saw a clean streak of color and only felt a rumbling wave of panic in her spine. She was so sick of their fun moments being ruined by her own bullshit. She didn't want to deal with it today. Still, her mind couldn't help but wander. She didn't have the heart to tell Damali, but if she ever did find Sabin, he would hate having so many people he didn't know touching him. But she could paint the messages of her friends. Tell him the story of how many people rallied behind them for freedom. And with every stroke of the brush, the dead parts of her would fall away and light up with color again. A welcome home party for them both.

It was all she could hope for at this point.  

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Author’s Note: If you read this far and you’ve been following these entries, you’re probably wondering ‘WHO THE HELL IS SABIN?????’. I didn’t get to post it last weekend, but you can still read about him and Ria’s relationship over here: “[Your OC’s Backstory] First Love”

[edwardjamescoplin]

Plot Wishlist

This is an old list of plots I wanted to do but never got around to. I’ve described them in m/f, f/f pairings but am open to nonbinary characters as well! 

Disclaimer: I personally have never written a nonbinary character and don’t want to disrespect anyone without properly researching when doing so, but will be more than happy if you’d prefer to play one! 

If you’re up for playing one of them out, simply send me a message or like this and I’ll come to you! I’m more than excited to write with you!

Discord: edwardcoplin#7261

A plot with a woodworker -  maybe a lady was sent to look over this guy because he was running the business himself and he has a business deal with a company where he isn’t meeting deadlines. They send her in to push him to complete the agreed upon orders and she discovers he’s not doing too well mentally/emotionally. She has to straighten him out and in order to keep the deal going he has to obey her. This of course leads to silly arguments and they don’t get on well. He feels that she ruins all the fun because she walks in when he’s goofing off with friends and picks fights with him, so he blames her for his inability to finish the job. This could turn romantic or just be a petty partnership of showing each other up. 

Subject A started having seizures a month ago. Doctors have not given A any type of diagnosis and A is having to adjust to life rapidly changing. A can no longer attend school due to being a distraction as well as not being able to make it throughout a class without being in pain, feeling left out because he/she is not at the same place as the rest of his/her peers with classwork, and of course the seizures are ‘distracting’. Over the span of a month the entire school has blocked A out, slowly halting with newsletters to events and games, rallies, etc. Subject B has had seizures for over two years and has been out of school for a year. He/she was never given a diagnosis and still continues to go to doctors in hopes of finding out something new. A and B meet in the waiting room at one of their therapist appointments, not knowing the other shares a similar experience. They are just two normal people. They talk and bond over common interests but neither tells the other of the crippling effects of their seizures. A and B split and go to their sessions and then leave noting to swap numbers. Over the next six months they trade texts, emails, late night half asleep phone calls, and weekly meet ups at their therapy appointments. The can share their favorite books and movies, old games, etc.. They tell their parents about each other and their parents stay in contact with the belief this connection is healthy for the two of them. A and B have to plan ahead for anything they want to do outside of their appointments. They go to the mall, spend time at each others place, and of course they both find out about the others condition. They don’t use that to bond though. They focus on who they were before the seizure started and who they are now. They try to make the best of things through health scares. Both A and B spend endless amounts of time molding their friendship and doing the things they feel comfortable doing. They don’t push each other, but they kind of protect each other and offer an understanding.                                                     This is just a rough draft idea. I definitely want to develop this more and figure out the exact details of doing it. This is somewhat of a personal experience and I like the idea of normalizing different health conditions. 

Two girls that are best friends and they don’t necessarily click in the way that they wanna fuck and shove each other into doors trying to get the other out of their clothes, it’s more of a co-dependency relationship/friendship. They aren’t dating, but they both get jealous when the other is in a relationship with somebody else. They’re both popular in school/their own crowds (college based), and maybe one of them is head cheerleader for the college/university and the other is a huge science nerd. But they grew up together and they’d never let the differences between cliques come between their friendship. At least they try not to. I want there to be late nights where one is running over to the others house/dorm, even though they should be sleeping, because she needs somebody to hold her while she sleeps. And I want there to be fights and melodramatic little quips. Maybe the nerdy one has a bigger mouth than the cheerleader. I want there to be screwed up make out sessions and then they just pretend like it never happened. It’s nothing more than a friendship. They do everything together. One of them is focused on moral rights and the other is focused on just having a good time, but they have long talks and lose sleep trying to put the pieces together in life and they make dumb plans and just everything is focused on them and growing and learning and finding out who they are and what their friendship really is. I want the craziness of it all. {this plot would most likely include smut, so please 18+ only}

A girl is a serial killer and her parents put her into a mental institute, and the workers at said place are really violent/cruel. They torture her physically and use electric shock/other methods to try and fix her and stuff. Pretty much they do it so much that she’s mentally trapped in a coma state. So, while in this coma, she dreams and makes up this whole other world. She meets a boy/girl and they get on well and basically it can either go in the direction of him/her being a serial killer and they’re killing people or she creates this whole world where they’re just normal people and she imagines him/her up. Another turn it could take, twist here, the boy/girl is actually a serial killer and the people at the institute tortured him/her and killed him/her several years back and now he’s/she’s in her dreams and it’s just really fucked up ok.

Two kids who grew up together and were very close/or maybe not even friends but they’ve met up ten years later and one is like rich and famous and the other runs a library and somehow in business deals they get paired together and have to travel to a place neither is familiar with. They work together to navigate through the entire thing and kind of get to know each other. They could like each other or hate each other, doesn’t matter.

two people, both from different religious views. They’re pushed together for some reason. one of them is really big into Christianity but the other is atheist and the religious one falls for the other and the entire time that person is pushing them away because they don’t believe in love or anything and this related to the song angel with a shot gun, give up religion for em all that jazz.

“I was once told I like people because I enjoy trying to fix them. I’ve learned, now, that there is no way to fix people, and you should not try to fill yourself in between the cracks of their uprooted scars. Upon being told this, I began to see things differently. I watched myself from the outside, captivated by the way I would fall in love with the trivial flaws and misconceptions in a person’s everyday life. I watched as they would walk across the street, dressed for work and bound for disaster at the swallowing of a coffee all too hot, and I would fall into a transitional relation with them. I found home between the curves of their words. They were like silk in my mind. I would find companionship in the alternate spirals of their every step. Their thoughts were like ink to me. I could write down every single one of them. Their tears were like drops of rain filled with the temptations of curiosity in the form of stories. Every single detail became an art piece for me.”                                                                        I wrote this a while back and I really want to create something off of it. Maybe like a m/f goes to the same cafe every day with his/her journal and they write stories about the people they see and like fall in love with people all the time just by watching them.

"Fingertips leave the soft tinted stain of your body against mine. They wrap in rafting waves over the hills of my spine."                                          I would also love to make a plot off of this little bit I wrote a while back.

two angels are paired together by god to walk the earth and do jobs, but then they get in trouble and lose the powers/advantages they had. They get trapped on this universal plane and have to work among mundanes to figure out how to get back to safety. (honestly this is similar to the show Lucifer now that I look back on it)

a cynical lawyer works for a psychotic model

a hunting trip turns into a fight for life with no connection to anyone outside of the woods

"you’re not supposed to look back, you’re supposed to keep going." Maybe something that isn’t necessarily dealing with running away but overcoming some sort of obstacle. I don’t know.

{f} is a dancer, always has been. She’s been in love with it since she was little. She’s never taken a class, just taught herself the choreography to dances. She choreographs her own moves and teaches a hip hop class down in town. {m} has been to dance school, worked all of his life to do whatever his mother wished upon him. He’s dealt with riches and galore, promised to marry a girl from his class, but recently decided to go in other directions. He dreads dancing, however, he’s been sent to teach one class recently. Since joining said class he’s met {f}, who has undeniably brought out the joy in his dance. She pushes him to go after the things he actually wants in life, so long he promises to remain as head in the one class at the studio they both work at. He doesn’t know what to do apart from follow what she says. Something about her makes him see the beauty in the things he hates.

“I would anger angels for you.” — SIX WORDS (2/3/14)                               a plot based off of this, or to use it as a quote for a character

[yohanes-magic-circle]

Idol Distractions

(This is also on AO3 if you’d prefer to read it there. Hope you enjoy this light and fluffy YohaMaru one-shot!)

“Wow, there’s so many… I don’t know how you go finishin’ all of these.”

“I haven’t finished them all. Honestly, I haven't even played them all. I used to get through everything, but now I have practice after school, I’m falling behind.”

Hanamaru continued looking through the games on Yoshiko’s shelf, occasionally picking out one that she liked the sound of and looking at the cover art. “Ain’t that a problem?”

“I don’t mind,” Yoshiko replied. “I used to play so much because I didn’t have anything else to do. Back in middle school, I didn’t really… I wasn’t popular.”

“Oh…”

“It’s okay. I mean, sometimes I’ve got people to play with now!”

“Yeah. I won’t be any good, though,” Hanamaru fretted.

“You’ve got as much chance as any mortal when faced with the unholy gaming powers of Yohane!”

Hanamaru briefly turned to stick her tongue out at the fallen angel, before going back to browsing the shelves. “This is weird, zura. When I normally look at someone else’s shelves they’re full of books, and I can get talkin’ about the ones I know. But I don’t really know any games…”

“It doesn’t really matter what you pick – I can show you how to play it. Just go for whatever you like.”

At that point, Hanamaru picked up something that caught her eye – a largely white box, with colourful shapes and lots of English text, and a cute blue animal on the front. “Can we play this one?”

Trust you, Zuramaru, thought Yoshiko. She wasn’t going to refuse her, of course. “Sure, I’ll just have to set up the machine.” Yoshiko went over to the cupboard and came back with a dusty box, from which she pulled out a black machine and a couple of black controllers. She struggled to get it to work with her TV briefly, and was about to give up when she saw the screen fade to black, then turn white.

“Se~ga!” rang out the sound from the TV.

“Wooooow! Mirai zura!”

“It’s not the future, Zuramaru,” laughed Yoshiko. “This thing was my dad’s. It’s older than we are, they stopped making them before we were born.” Still, Yoshiko couldn’t help but smile as she saw the sparkle in Hanamaru’s eyes. She kind of wished she had the same sense of constant wonder at the modern world – to be totally fascinated by things most people found mundane.

“Yoshiko, what were we studyin’ in history class earlier?”

“Ancient Egypt,” replied Yoshiko.

“And how long ago did Ramesses rule?”

“About 3,000 years ago. What’s your point?”

“How old is that games machine?”

“Uh, I think it’s about 30 years old.”

“So people have been around for thousands of years without this, and we’re lucky enough to live in a time when it exists? Mirai, zura.”

“Yeah, I guess that’s true,” Yoshiko conceded, considering that perhaps their outlooks on the world were both strange. “So this one’s really easy to play – that little guy is Sonic, and he’s got to run along to the right. If you press any of the buttons, he’ll jump.”

“Okay! So I press this one an’… oh hey, is that a friend?”

“Zuramaru, no–!”

“Aaaah! What happened?”

“Sorry, I really should have explained that better. You ran into a bad guy.”

“So that’s it?” asked Hanamaru, sadly.

“Don’t worry, you’ll get another try. Just try to grab those spinning rings you see, they’ll protect you if you get hit. And when you see any of those robots, just jump on top of them.”

“Okay! So I run this way… zura?! Was that an animal in there?”

Hanamaru guided Sonic through the dangers of Green Hill Zone’s first act safely, albeit considerably slower than it could have been done. Yoshiko spent more time watching Maru’s face than the screen – she was so cute when she scrunched her face up in concentration, and even cuter when she panicked at Sonic’s speed through the tunnels.

“Hey, pass me the controller,” said Yoshiko as the second stage began. “I’m gonna show you a secret.” Within seconds, Sonic was smashing through a wall. Hanamaru asked how to do a roll on the ground, and then spent the rest of the stage rolling into every single wall she could find to see if it would break. She kept doing it in the third stage and was thrilled when she finally found one, even if it took a couple of attempts to break all the way through. It was a performance befitting an amateur gamer, but she was having a good time. Finally, she reached the last part of Green Hill Zone.

“Yoshiko! Who’s that?!” asked Hanamaru anxiously, as a man in a flying machine entered the screen with a huge wrecking ball.

“That’s Eggman, he’s the villain who put all the animals in the robots.”

“He’s scarin’ me. You fight him!”

Yoshiko had no choice as the pad was thrust into her hands before she could so much as utter a word of encouragement, she made quick work of the simple boss. “Hey, do you wanna play a game together? I’ve got Sonic 2, it’s just like this but we can both play.”

“Okay! But how do we both be Sonic?”

“No, he’s got a little friend called Tails in this game. We can play together, or race against each other.”

“Oooh, can we race? Let’s race!” Hanamaru practically bounced up and down on the spot with excitement.

“Very well. But know that when you challenge Yohane, your fate is determined before you even press the start button!”

Hanamaru brushed off Yoshiko’s theatrics, instead focusing on the orange fox on screen. “Cute, zura! Can I play as him?”

“You’ll be Tails, yeah. He’s on the bottom bit of the screen. Oh yeah, so you should know, it’s not just finishing first that counts here. If you smash bad guys and TVs, and collect rings, they’ll help you win too.”

“I see…”

The stage started, and Tails started to walk away, only for Sonic to roll right past at a terrifying speed. “Are you cheatin’, Yoshiko?” said Hanamaru, putting on a pout. “Oh yeah, you can do that in this game,” Yoshiko said, only half apologetically. “If you hold down and press jump, you can charge up a spin and shoot off. You’ve gotta go fast, Zuramaru.”

Although Yoshiko wasn’t particularly familiar with the game, years of practice allowed her to tackle the stage with ease. Hanamaru hung back as Yoshiko sped through, knowing that she couldn’t compete in that way – instead she made sure to collect rings and break item boxes, hoping to win on those fronts. Yoshiko saw that she was doing this and tried to break a monitor herself, but everything suddenly went white…

“Z-zura? I won?!”

Yohane’s curse had struck again. The random item in the box was a teleport, placing Hanamaru right next to the finish line and Yoshiko right back near the start of the stage. Suddenly, she had seconds to make it back through the stage and grab as much as she could along the way. But she’d largely ignored rings and items in her earlier haste – could she pull it back?

Nope. There it was, plain as day.

“2P WINS”

“Wow, I’ve never won at one of these before! I thought you said you played these games a lot, Yoshiko?” Hanamaru couldn’t resist poking a little bit of fun at her friend, though in truth she didn’t quite understand how everything had just happened. “Do not be mistaken! Your victory was a matter of divine intervention,” Yoshiko responded, trying to save face. “Shall we play another round?” Hanamaru shook her head. “I think I’m retirin’ while I’m still undefeated. Besides, I was startin’ to wonder if we could get a drink.”

The two girls headed to the kitchen, and Yoshiko began to pick through the cupboard. “Coffee?”

“No thanks, I never got why everyone’s drinkin’ it all the time. It’s so bitter. I’d be happy with a glass of water, please.”

“Fancy, but I’ll push the boat out just for you,” Yoshiko confirmed with a wink, as she started boiling the kettle for her own coffee.

“You know, I’m really glad we could hang out like this.”

“Yeah, I’m having fun too,” said Yoshiko as she put down Hanamaru’s glass.

“No, I mean – what I’m tryin’ to say is that I’m pleased I could visit your home.”

“Oh, and why would that be?”

“Well, the temple… we don’t have video games or nothin’ like that at my place,” said Hanamaru. She let out a big sigh. “You’d be bored if you visited me.”

“Hanamaru, are you kidding me?” Yoshiko asked with unusual gravitas. “Do you really think I mind where he hang out?”

“Zura?”

Yoshiko decided it was time to use one of Hanamaru’s own tricks. “Where did we meet up before we come here today?”

“In the library,” she responded.”

“And how often have we hung out there?”

“I don’t know… I think I’d have lost count even if I was tryin’ to remember.”

“Now,” said Yoshiko with complete confidence, “how many times have you just walked in and found me there?”

“That never happ– oh…”

“Right. It doesn’t matter so much where we are, because what I’m interested in doing is spending time with you. And you’re not so into games, right?”

Hanamaru took a long sip from her glass. “Yeah. I know you love ’em though, so I like to make an effort.”

“Do you want to stop playing for the night, then? I’m happy to just chat like this.”

“No, just… is there an easy game we could try? One with a lotta story, where you don't have to do too much?”

“That’s a movie, Zuramaru,” Yoshiko joked. She was definitely an action gamer at heart, particularly racing games. “But now I think of it, there might be something…”

As the girls headed back to Yoshiko’s room, Yoshiko tried to think of a suitable game to put on. She didn’t have many visual novels. Well, there was that one she'd been playing that Riko had recommended… No! Yoshiko didn’t want to come across as weird. Honestly, Mari had never hidden her thirst, but Riko was a surprise. Who’d have thought that Yohane would be the purest member of Guilty Kiss?

“Whatcha thinkin’, Yoshiko?”

“A-ahhh haha… nothing!” Yoshiko had gotten wrapped up and totally missed the development of that awkward silence. “Hey, I haven’t started this one yet. Shall we try it? It’s a bit sci-fi but it’s more or less the sort of game you wanted.”

“Looks good, zura,” Hanamaru confirmed. “Hey, would you mind if I rested my head on your shoulder while we read it? I’m not used to stayin’ up so late.”

“S-sure,” said Yoshiko, turning her rapidly reddening face towards the wall as the game loaded.

The game began, and the player character started ranting about being a mad scientist chased by some organisation. “Hey, this guy’s funny,” said Hanamaru, giving Yoshiko a little nudge. “He kind of reminds me of you.” Hanamaru meant it affectionately, so it was fortunate that she didn’t turn her head – or else she’d have seen Yoshiko’s accusatory glare. Yohane was nothing like Hououin Kyouma! “The girl’s cute, though.”

“Right? She’s sweet and innocent… Really, I quite like characters like that.”

Hanamaru just gave a contented little “Mm” as the story continued apace. The characters went to get capsule toys on the way to some scientific press conference, then argued with a teenage genius, only to find her dead minutes later. “Hey, Zuramaru, let me know if you get scared, alright?” No response.

Yoshiko looked down to see Hanamaru softly sleeping, still propped up against her for comfort. Clearly, she hadn’t been kidding about not being used to late nights. But they’d had a fun night together, and besides, she looked so cute that Yoshiko could hardly be mad. She turned the console off and switched over to the TV, then carefully shifted to a more comfortable position.

This, she thought to herself, was something she could get used to.

[thatonecurlygirl]

Mercy

Fandom: Stranger Things

Billy x Reader

Word Count: 2.6k

A/N: This started out as a small request and then as I started writing I kept thinking of more and more, so @ the anon who requested it. There will definitely be a second part to this 😘.

Request: Hey! I love your writing!! and wanted to ask if you could write something with Billy based on the song Mercy by Shawn Mendes? Thank you <3

Billy had been uprooted and moved to Hawkins, Indiana with absolutely no intention of making solid connections and friendships. He was just going to do whatever he could to make the unfortunate move to the unfortunately mundane town at least somewhat fun before he was old enough and could ditch this place, his dad, and the family his dad was attempting to scrounge up to play house with. It disgusted and annoyed Billy to no end that his dad forced them all out to a podunk city in Indiana and away from everything he had known for some chick. To say Billy was bitter about it is an understatement but he decided the moment they crossed into Hawkins that he would make the most of it.

Billy succeeded in making a statement. His first day at Hawkins High he pulled into a parking space, cigarette between his lips, shirt unbuttoned and showing off his chest, and his jeans so tight it left little to the imagination and a lot to be desired. He saw the way he turned heads when he stepped out of his beloved Camaro and basked in that feeling, walking up to the school as if he already owned the place. He had girls on his heels and guys already trying to buddy up with him. Even months after arriving, he was still the talk of Hawkins High and boy did he eat that up.

One thing he unintentionally succeeded in was making attachments, he told himself he couldn't make any friends, no real ones at least. Maybe a few groupies to follow him as if he were real royalty. Then you came along with this sarcasm and caring demeanor, no matter how hard he tried he couldn't stop himself from being pulled into your orbit. The minute he saw you, he knew there was something different about you and was dead set on getting into your pants... then he talked to you. Once that sarcastic remark to his attempted pick-up left your mouth he knew that there was something dangerous about you, not dangerous in the physical meaning. Billy knew that you weren't the kind of girl he would befriend under normal circumstances but he could see himself actually forming a true human connection with someone in this damned city and that's the last thing he wanted. Things would get complicated and he couldn't have anything or anyone in Hawkins that actually made the town worth something, if so it may become difficult to leave.

You've got a hold of me Don't even know your power I stand a hundred feet But I fall when I'm around you

Here he is, sitting on your living room couch watching some movie you picked out and eating pizza. Watching the movie may not be the complete truth, he is watching you watch the movie. This is the exact opposite of what he had originally pictured himself doing when he first came to Hawkins, hell it's the exact opposite of what he was doing not too long ago. Three months prior to today he would probably be in the back seat of his car, in between some lucky babe's legs. He would have never imagined himself in the living room of a girl, sexually untouched by him, eating popcorn and pizza with her family. He also would have never imagined feeling the way he does when he looks at you. The pain in his chest, not totally uncomfortable but ever present whenever you are around.

"Billy, watch the movie." You elbow him in the side, breaking his daze.

"I am paying attention to the stupid movie." He groans, leaning against the back of the couch and looking back at the television.

"Then what just happened?" You ask, folding your arms across your chest as you give him a pointed look waiting for him to respond.

You laughed right before busting him for not watching so it had to be... "Something funny." He mutters which draws a laugh out of you.

"Good observation." You roll your eyes playfully as you grab another slice of pizza and nod down the hall. "Wanna go to my room?" You ask and he nods, standing to his feet.

"Keep the door open." You mom mutters casually as she covers up with the blanket that was folded on the back of the couch.

"I know mom." You groan. "It's not like we are going to do anything anyway." you roll your eyes as you and Billy walk down the hall to your bedroom. "What's on your mind Billy-boy?" You ask as you fall back onto your bed, scooting over so Billy can lay back beside you.

"Nothing." He shakes his head, laying back and staring up at the ceiling.

"You've been pretty out of it lately." You lean up on your elbow, looking over at him but he doesn't break his stare at your ceiling.

"It's... nothing, really." He looks over at you, smiling.

"If you say so." You sigh.

He can feel your hand brush against his when you lay back down and he has to fight off the urge to grab your hand and intertwine his fingers with yours. He knows where the two of you stand, on opposite sides of a clearly defined line. The two of you are just friends, that's all you could be. Billy isn't normally the kind to settle down into a relationship and you aren't the kind of girl who is into the friends with benefits thing. Despite his earlier commitments to not have any, he doesn't want to mess up the thing you and he have going on. Even though he might be willing to consider settling into something for you, you have prior arrangements with a douchebag named Trevor. You would kill him for calling it an arrangement because he makes it sound 'like we were set up by our parents' or 'like we aren't actually in a relationship' as you would say but Billy doesn't like to look at it like that. So, although Billy could easily slip his hand into yours, he doesn't because if he does he might have to explain to you what he doesn't even want to admit to himself yet -- that he's falling for you.

A knock on your open bedroom door brings both of you out of your thoughts and you look to the door to find Trevor standing there, leaning against your door frame with a smile on his face. You ignore the annoyed huff Billy lets out as he sits up and you make your way over to Trevor, placing a sweet kiss upon his soft lips.

"What are you doing here?" You ask with a smile, slipping your hand into his as you look up at him.

"Just wanted to see if you wanted to go out with me tonight." He says as he glances over at Billy.

"Well, Billy and I were-" You begin as you look over to where Billy is sitting on your bed.

"Yeah, whatever. I get it. You'd rather hang out with Billy than your boyfriend." He sighs backing away from you as if he is going to head back down the hallway.

Billy's face contorts in anger when he sees that Trevor is trying to make you feel guilty like he always does when he doesn't get his way. What makes him even angrier is knowing that you fall for his manipulative behavior every damn time. So before you get the chance to turn and ask him if it's okay that you hang out another day he stands up and pushes his way through the door.

"It's getting late anyway. I told Tommy I would go to that party with him tonight." Billy says as he walks past you, not even glancing in your direction as he walks down the hall. "Later, runt." He says scruffing up your little sister's hair as he walks by her.

"Billy?" You sigh and take off after him, dismissing your mother's curious looks as you rush through the living room and out the door. "Billy, it's a Sunday evening, there are no parties tonight." You bust him, arms folded across your chest.

"There's always a party going on, you just gotta know how to find 'em darlin'." He slips into the driver seat of his car and throws you a dramatic salute before peeling out of your driveway and down the street.

"What's his problem?" Trevor chuckles, watching him drive away.

"Nothing, just leave it alone." You shake your head and turn to him, "So what do you have planned?"

"I was thinking maybe some ice cream?" He suggests, slinging his arm over your shoulders as the two of you walk back into the house.

"I could definitely eat some ice cream." You smile, your eyes light up at the thought of a sweet ice cream date with Trevor, he's been so busy with his college classes lately that you've barely hung out at all.

"Perfect." He winks and kisses your temple.

It was pretty easy for Tommy and Billy to find a party to crash... Well, it's not so much crashing a party if you were invited but with Billy's presence he pretty much took over the whole room when he walked in. His shirt mostly unbuttoned and already smelling of booze from the bit he and Tommy drank before heading over. Billy was ready to drown out the intrusive thoughts of you with more booze and plenty of horny teenage girls and at this party, there was no limit to the amount of either.

He got right down to business, heading straight to the keg to prove his title once again to everyone watching. Right after that he grabbed the first chick who he locked eyes with and pressed his mouth against hers in a lustful an urgent kiss. He was quick to get handsy, running his hands up her dress and cupping her nearly bare ass. It's been a little while since he last got some ass because he hasn't been able to without thinking of you but tonight he's pushing you out of his mind and not thinking too much into any of it.

"Billy," the girl whispers against his lips. "Let's go somewhere... private." She suggests and Billy pulls away with a nod and a smirk.

Standing up he pulls the girl with him and his eyes land on someone he wasn't expecting to see... you. He drops the girl's hand and gently pushes her to the side as she continues to claw at his clothes. His eyes landed on yours and now there is nothing that is going to get you out of his head tonight. He walks across the room to where you are standing and scanning the room as if you were looking for someone. His heart nearly leaps from his chest when your eyes land on him and you give him a look that tells him you were looking for him.

"Billy, what are you doing here?" You ask, yelling over the loud music.

"What are you doing here? I told you I was going to a party. I thought you were going to be out with... Trevor." Billy struggles to get the name to leave his lips.

"Yeah well, he got busy and had to leave and I was worried about you." You admit, poking him in the center of his chest as he leans up against the wall next to you.

"Billyyyyy." The girl he was previously making out with whines as she walks up to the two of you.

Billy holds out his hand to stop her from talking and points to you. "Can't you see I'm talking." He says, not even looking at her and she leaves with a huff and a dramatic roll of her eyes.

"Plus I told you we were going to hang out tonight and I meant what I said... even if that means being surrounded by the stench of horny teenager pheromones." You say as you point out the unpleasant smell in the air that is slightly masked out by the cologne Billy is wearing.

Billy chuckles and looks around the room with a shrug of his shoulders before looking back at you. "Eh, it was getting pretty boring anyway. How about we go for a drive?" He suggests. "I swear it smells like I drank more than I actually did."

"Fine, okay." You nod and follow Billy as he pushes through the crowd and out the door toward the Camaro that sits just up the street.

The two of you drive around town for what seems like forever and he lets you vent about how much it annoys you that Trevor promises to do things with you and then just leaves you hanging, especially when the two of you have barely seen much of each other. The whole time, Billy is silent and doesn't interrupt you. He just listens, something he doesn't really do for anyone other than you.

"...sorry for talking your ear off about Trevor. I know you aren't his biggest fan and all." You say with a small smile as he pulls up to your house, parking on the road.

"You're right, I'm not a fan of his. Which is why I don't see what you find so interesting about him. He's not worth any of your time y/n, you deserve so much better than him. You're beautiful and kind and you are one of the funniest and most sarcastic girls I've ever met. Trevor is so... bland." Billy says honestly and you can't help but feel your chest tighten when he talks about you like that and the way he looks at you... is so entrancing.

You don't know what came over you but next thing you know, you are leaning toward Billy, your eyes locked on his. Just mere inches from kissing him you stop, so close to him that you can almost taste the liquor on his breath. You lean to the side and press a kiss to his cheek and pull away, opening the door and stepping out.

"Goodnight Billy, thanks for listening." You smile and close the door, not giving him a second glance back as you walk up to your house, cursing yourself under your breath for nearly kissing your best friend.

Show me an open door Then you go and slam it on me I can't take any more I'm saying, baby Please have mercy on me Take it easy on my heart

Billy just sits there staring out the window at your retreating figure disappear onto the other side of your now closing front door. After the few seconds of shock wear off he starts up his car and down the street. He doesn't really have a destination in mind but he just knows he has to get away from your house, away from the thought of you.

He has no idea what's going on with himself, he just knows that it scares the hell out of him. It's like he doesn't even know himself anymore. He's had girlfriends in the past, he has friends back in California but none of them are like you. He has never felt the way he does with you and it completely terrifies him to no end. He didn't realize how far he had gotten into it until this moment and he doesn't know if there's any turning back at this point.

"Damnit!" He yells, hitting his steering wheel with the open palm of his hand. He runs his hands over his face, letting loose a string of quiet curses.

Even though you don't mean to hurt me, You keep tearing me apart Would you please have mercy, Mercy on my heart.

"Shit." He groans, stepping out of his car and lighting a cigarette and staring out at the empty parking lot of the school. "What the hell did I get myself into."

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The Thrill of Change

Genre - Comedy

Word count: 2468

Synopsis: A businessman becomes addicted to the thrill of making absurd changes to his mundane office life. Hijinks ensue.

Today I did things a little different. I figured I’d be better for it, but it only made things worse. No, not worse… for something to get worse it has to be bad to begin with, and it wasn’t. Bad, I mean. But things change, people change; at least that’s what I’ve heard. People say that all the time, in fact they’ve said it so much throughout history that people almost exclusively use it ironically now. Anyway, I thought I’d give it a try-- that was my first mistake. Actually it was my only mistake, but there were a whole lot of smaller mistakes that fall under that main big one; changing myself. And I dragged my colleagues down with me.

Now, I’m a civilized man. I wear my tie around my neck just like anyone else; or at least, I have done so since that one incident in which someone finally came forward and told me I had been doing it wrong all these years. I appreciate that. If ever I’m doing something incorrectly, I want the right method to be made known to me as soon as possible. I love doing things right. You could say I have a passion for it. Or I would if I ever felt passionately about anything. If I were to be passionate about something, it would be rightness. I think that’s good, which pleases me because I love being good as well. That would be my second passion if only I were capable. Goodness and rightness are very important to me, even if not to the extent of passion. If I saw someone doing something bad and wrong, I wouldn’t stop them. If I were passionate I suppose I would… maybe that’s something I should strive for? It’s too late now, of course; everything’s changed.

It all started a couple of nights ago when I arrived at work only to notice I forgot my tie. I ran to my cubicle, clenching my trench coat at the chest to cover my shameful error, when I suddenly remembered that my backup ties were at the cleaners. It was closed today. I was about to just totally freak out when my good friend and arch nemesis, Cecil, arrived at my small workspace with a glint in his eye.

“I couldn’t help but notice the way you were holding your trench coat.” He smirked. “Any man of mighty brains and impeccable taste in clothing could clearly see that you were hiding something-- or a lack thereof.” He spun a No. 2 pencil between his index finger and thumb, wrist limp and elbow nonchalantly propped against the corner of my cubicle wall. He raised the coffee in his dominant left hand to his lips with a look of better-than-you-ness. At the time I couldn’t recall the term “superiority,” so I won’t use it here in order to stay true to my recollection of these harrowing events which took place recently enough that I can sort of remember what I was thinking at the time they happened. For example, after my thought about his look of better-than-you-ness, I remember not remembering what I had for breakfast and feeling concerned about it. I spent the next few minutes trying to dig around in my brain for the memory of my morning breakage of fast and missed everything he was saying to me during this time. At last I had it-- Chinese takeout. How silly of me to forget; it was a Tuesday, of course I had my Tuesday breakfast Chinese takeout.

“I’m sorry, what did you say?” I asked Cecil with a triumphant grin at the flawless recollection of my latest meal. I recalled the moment of panic when I opened my fortune cookie. The delicate slip of paper inside ripped in half with the cookie, and on it were the mangled words; “There are big changes ahead for you.” This meant nothing to me at the time, but now I was beginning to wonder about its significance.

“I said I think I have an extra tie for you to borrow.” Cecil repeated with exasperation. He hated repeating himself. He often faked it to get back at whoever didn’t hear him the first time, for instance; say he had told you: “You have something in your teeth.”

“Come again?” you would respond.

He would then change it to, “Catch the game last night?” And stomp away in a huff of frustration and-- ah yes! Superiority. That’s the word. (Please excuse me, I am still following my train of thought from the other night.) Of course, he would probably never utter the words “catch the game last night.” Cecil’s most loathed phenomenon in the world is that of cliches. He hates cliches. Just hates ‘em.

Anyway, he must have felt the tie thing to be far too important to change in his second go of suggesting I borrow one of his, because he repeated it for me and I graciously accepted his offer.

“You are too kind, too kind.” I shook his hand violently but at the time it was holding a cup of hot coffee which splattered all over my work area and sensitive skin. I didn’t mind, though; I was overjoyed by this solution to my terribly embarrassing problem. “I promise to return it good as new!”

“Good as new?!” the pencil in Cecil’s right hand snapped at the clench of his fist, the two separate pieces falling to the floor in a clatter that to me resembled the cries of a close bond being severed, two kids in love being taken from each other by cruel circumstance. “I have half a mind to retract my offer at that overused phrase, and to punch myself right in the face for saying I have “half a mind” to do something-- but this tie thing is far too important. I’ll get it to you right away.”

I spent the rest of the day in a constant state of anxiety at the thought of having to wear someone else’s tie, but a foreign tie is better than no tie. Then a strange thing happened to me, and I realized the thrill of being anxious all day. It was… exhilarating! The adrenaline rush coursing through me whenever I looked down or caught someone glancing at my chest was unlike anything I’d ever felt before, and although it made me feel uncomfortable and sweaty, it wasn’t entirely unpleasant. It was exciting, it was new-- it was change.

I wanted more. I started small; shifting everything on my desk askew so instead of being at right angles they were all tilted towards me, as if they were an audience watching me work. My computer and the long list of monotonous company emails within suddenly became a ferocious lion in the coliseum, and I a gladiator, conquering each reply with a mighty swing of my sword (in this case my sword was my keyboard, just in case my metaphor confused you ((I often have trouble with metaphors))).

Later I added almond milk to my coffee instead of my usual 2%. It was really weird and I didn’t want to imagine how they milked the almonds, but I enjoyed every sip with delight and defiance. At the end of my workday I turned left at my cubicle instead of right to get to the elevator, which was a little stupid in hindsight because my cubicle is at the outer corner of the building near the elevator, so I had to go the long way around… but then I took the stairs! I was washed in the sweat of heros. My knees felt like creaky hinges by the time I completed descending the 36 stories, but it was worth it for the thrill. I felt unstoppable, untouchable.

I jaywalked!

I lived.

I could do anything in the world, and the only person that could stop me was me, and I wasn’t near finished yet. I ran into my co-worker, Trent, on the street opposite that of the office.

“Your hair looks great!” He called out to me.

“Thanks!” I beamed at him. I re-parted it on the other side of my head in the bathroom.

“Hey, a few of us guys that were working late are going out for a beer. You wanna join?”

I suddenly realized that the sun had begun to fall during my trip down the stairs.

“Why, yes!” I would have been home eating my Tuesday frozen burrito with my cat and watching Glee by now. “I would love to join you!” Tonight’s episode was being recorded on the DVR as we spoke. Glee would have to wait.

Trent walked me to his car where we met up with Cecil, two accountants named Murlock and Roy, and some guy I’m not entirely sure works with us or even knows any of us, Norman. Throughout the night I believe everyone was casually throwing out subtle hints to find out who invited him, but no one seemed to show any relation to the large, bald, tattooed man in his impeccably clean wifebeater. That’s okay, though; I always carpool with people I know or am formally introduced to. This was a first, and an exciting one at that.

When we reached the bar, called Beers,  I left my suit jacket in the car. I never take off my suit jacket, not until I’m about to get into my jammies. They have clouds on them.

Everyone shouted “Norman!” when we entered, but anyone I asked wasn’t sure how they knew him. There was even a burger named after him. Fascinating fellow.

The entire event of attending a bar hangout session with friends was new to me, so I had nothing to do differently than usual since there was no usual. As the night wore on I became accustomed to the activity, and my new restless spirit needed something different. I needed more change, more excitement. I needed an outrageous gesture, so I lead the bar in song. No one knew the words, as I just made them up, but I sang it all the way through proudly atop a table. I kicked a pyramid of shot glasses which crashed to the floor and the bartender began to approach me, but I was too clever. The guys were enjoying my display, and followed me as I ran out of the bar. We laughed together on the sidewalk. I put my tie around my head like they do in the movies. Cecil smacked me across the head so hard the tie fell off and he proceeded to put it on himself. He was wearing two ties. He was changing… just like me.

The night was ours. The city was ours! We wandered the streets blind, ready to take on the world. I kicked a rock and it broke a window. I felt bad but I trekked on. We gave money to a homeless man. He spat on my shoes and angrily tweeted about it right before our eyes on his shiny new iPad. The wallpaper was something about a pipe not being a pipe. I was baffled by this but I was determined to continue enjoying myself.

We entered a dimly lit building. I was drawn to it by the purple neon lights framing the windows, but it had some questionable items for sale… by that look on your face I’m assuming you want me to move my story along. I can also tell by the tapping of your foot and exasperated sighs and also by you telling me to get a move on. I understand your signals. People have often said I am very perceptive.

The next couple of nights my new best friends and I followed the same routine; after work we headed to Beers and had Norman burgers. We got rowdy and meandered around the city until we were bored. I stopped feeling the adrenaline rush, and realized changes were becoming routine for me. They weren’t fresh, exciting. I needed to do something huge. I needed to do something drastic.

I needed to bring a giraffe into the office.

Acquiring the beast was surprisingly easy, but getting him up the stairs was the real challenge. Fitting him in my cubicle was a bit of a debacle, but he found a tolerable way to rest his head 7 cubes down. What I realized is… no one cared. No one changed what they were doing. They just pretended not to notice. That’s when I lost faith in my colleagues. Even Cecil, who had begun gossiping at the water cooler and saying things like “lovely weather we’re having” with no bigger reaction than a cringe and a nervous twitch, passed by me hurriedly without making eye contact. My full-grown giraffe was the pink elephant in the room, and people ignored it because it was easier than dealing with the situation. Because hiding behind your massive pile of papers that don’t even seem to have a purpose other than being assigned to you is more convenient than taking a giraffe out of the workplace, let alone bringing him in. I suppose that’s how they’ve dealt with me for all these years.

It’s rough being an antelope in LA, but I’ve always tried my best to blend in with society. Luckily I’m not an antelope in LA. Gotcha goin’ there for a moment, didn’t I? Nah, I was living around the center of Vancouver at the time. I’m not adventurous enough for LA… although now I suppose I am. I will move there! No, no… I promised, no more changes. From now on I’m doing things the right way, the good way. I will be good and right as I was before. Like I said, I am a civilized man, even if I am an antelope. I can restrain myself. I can wear my tie around my neck. I can take the logical route to the elevator, and I can descend it with ease in enough time to make it home for Glee and frozen dinners with my cat. That way I can avoid situations like these, and live the rest of my life the easy way, like I did before. I wouldn’t light any more office buildings ablaze and take refuge in the woods outside Vancouver. If you let me out of here I swear I won’t cause you any more trouble, Officer. Can I call you Off for short? OH can I call you Olaf?! That would be sweeeeet.

Anyway, that’s it I guess. Say, don’t I get one phone call? What do you mean it doesn’t work that way here? Who is in charge of this establishment?

Psh, Animal Control… more like animal dominion, am I right? Or is that just a fancier word for control?

The End.

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Why So Many Millennials Are Having a Quarter-Life Crisis Right Now

Wondering why so many millennials are going through a quarter-life crisis? According to research, more than half of millennials are experiencing this period of self doubt and insecurity that is causing them to question their career paths, relationships and life choices.

Just like the midlife crisis, the quarter life crisis can be devastating. Read on for some insights on why a majority of millennials are experiencing this crisis and discover what to do about it.

Why many millennials are having a quarter life crisis 

1.) Adulting Woes

Life can be tough and confusing for us millennials.

We spend our younger years wishing to taste the sweet, sweet freedom that comes from being able to be the boss of our life and make our own decisions:

“Can’t WAIT until I’m older so mom and dad can’t boss me around all over the place and make me do dumb chores!”

And then we spend our older years, well, grumbling about how we wish we had the delicious freedom that goes along with being young:

“Did you see that adorable little girl dancing around like no one’s watching? I wish I was that carefree and didn’t have to worry about making rent this month and having to pay for all those dang car repairs!”

We arrive into adulthood like it’s some sort of celebratory procession (now I can do whateva the “F” I want in my own studio apartment, woo hoo!) and shortly thereafter we get blindsided up the wazoo by all the bills, loan debt, and various assorted mundane adulting activities that come along with it.

Suddenly, our life centers around a mundane 9-5 job, some much-needed coffee, a happy hour here and there, some social media updates and uploads, all tightly mixed in with a trip to the grocery store every so often. (And WHY do I always seem to pick the checkout line that goes the slowest? Sigh.)

Your brain is still functioning, but your soul is in total zombie mode.

We can’t WAIT for the weekend. But it never comes soon enough.

2.) Discovering Our Missing Piece

Don’t get me wrong, we have SO much to be thankful for these days. This isn’t the great depression, emojis are still alive and well, and somehow we survived 2012.

Essentially, I’d say that makes us Pretty Big Deals (PBDs).

But so why do we PBDs feel like something’s missing? Why do we feel so dead inside? Why do we continue to look up at the sky and scream, Is this all there is to life? (Interestingly, this tends to happen most often on Sunday evenings.)

Why do we feel like we’re walking around aimlessly, zombified, looking for answers to a question we haven’t even begun to formulate?

And why do we keep hitting the snooze button on the alarm of life, just as we get a glimpse of something beautiful that may connect us with more meaning or joy?

“Travel abroad? Yeah, I’d love to but I have no money to spare right now.”

“Learn to play the guitar? Psssahhhh, as if I have the time for that.”

“Go to that awesome concert with you? Nah, man. I have to stay home and finish a couple work projects. Yeah, I’m a loser I know.”

Not saying everyone should go all AWOL on life and forget their responsibilities. But what I AM emphasizing is that we need to take note of those passions, hobbies, or desires and find ways to integrate them into our lives more.

This is because these are the things which nourish our soul and are the clues to our true calling.

And yet these are the very same things we continue to push to the side, and tell ourselves and everyone else that we’ll do ’em “when we have more time.”

Sorry, buckos…but I’mma have to call bullsh*t on that.

That “when we have more time” thing doesn’t really exist in today’s world. Saying it may make us feel better and less guilty at the time for not doing it…but the truth is you’re full of baloney. You’re not gonna make time…and years will past by and you still won’t have made the time. And you’ll still feel stuck and irritated.

(Sorry to go all “hardass” on ya, but just wanna keep it real.)

3.) Ignoring the “Call of Our Soul”

Basically, we may hear the call of our passions and desires, but we find all sorts of excuses of why we can’t, shouldn’t, or won’t answer it because [insert whatever lame excuse you can think of].

It’s all really just a bunch of nonsense, because you’ll then wonder why you still have a major case of the “humdrums.”

And that’s sad. And, likewise, you’re still unhappy. I mean, I’m not trying to be all sadistic and make you feel worse or anything, but if you push away what brings you joy or fills your life with meaning, this denial will eventually weigh on you. It will start to feel like you’re carrying around a ton of bricks on your shoulders; thereby making you feel even more tired, anxious, and depressed.

Yeah, life can suck sometimes. We’ve all been there. No one’s alone in that experience.

The Secret

Here’s how to survive the quarter life crisis

Maybe, just maybe, you’re not filling your side of the bargain with life.

Maybe you need to stop wondering “what life can do for you,” and instead ponder “what you can do for life.”

Maybe you’ve become too complacent in life, too comfortable.

Maybe you’re always letting fear be your navigator…instead of your heart.

And maybe it’s as simple as you’re being all whiny and complain-y but not taking any sort of action to try and remedy the situation. (Ok, fine! I’ll personally fess up to being a habitual culprit of this, jeez louise!)

Regardless, let me fill you in on a magical, but simple secret:

The only way to break free of this melancholic jungle is to do something drastic. Something unheard of. Something…uncomfortable.

In other words: You need to go against what you’ve been doing up until now.

Scary? Yes. Necessary? Yes. Rewarding? Yes.

What? You thought the magical secret would be super easy and require no concerted effort from ya? As IF! (Quick shout out to that dope movie, Clueless.)

Anyways, magical secrets don’t work that way. It’s probably against a universal law, or something. And believe me, I know it will be tough. But that’s exactly why it works.

Think about it. If you’re bored and wallowing in despair…then whatever you’re doing right now in life isn’t working. So you gotta change things up. You have to go against your own personal status quo.

Doing Some Soul Digging

The truth is you don’t have to all of a sudden leap off the edge of a cliff into dark unknowingness…baby steps are fine. Those work too, ya know.

SO think about it: what would that look like for you? And what might be that first baby step for you?

Some possibilities might be:

 I will start a knitting club to connect with others who share a love for this hobby.I will take a class in the community to learn more about __ .I will schedule a solo trip to go hiking in the mountains so I can spend more time getting to know myself while being immersed in nature.I will volunteer to tutor kids at a nearby school.

Anyways, it will look different for everyone. And that’s how it’s supposed to be.

But the real humdinger question is this: what are YOU going to do for LIFE? Read: what are you going to contribute to the world? Hint: it will be something that you’re good at, passionate about, or love to do (hopefully all three) and others could benefit from.

So instead of those “why” questions we discussed earlier, ask yourself these inspiring new “what” questions over and over again. And marinate in them. And journal about them. And dream of them. And, heck, make love to them if you can! (Hmmmm, not quite sure what THAT would look like. Don’t think I wanna know.)

But seriously, just make sure to hold these questions in the back of your mind to create continued ponderings and inner dialog to get you closer to where you want to be. And I can only assume that includes a life of joy, meaning, and excitement to jump out of bed in the morning.

Next Steps

At our very core, humans want to feel like our lives have some sort of purpose, some significance; and that we will make a positive impact somehow, somewhere, or on someone.

It seems like we’re hardwired for it. It’s at the center of our being and has probably been around for much of humanity.

So let this be a call to action for all y’all millennials experiencing quarter life crisis, feeling a bit lost, disenchanted, or discouraged in life: stop being a human “doing” and instead become a human “being.” Stop going through the motions of life and begin to consciously construct a lifestyle now that you’ll smile about later when you’re all grey-haired, toothless, and decrepit.

When you shift into recognizing your unique gifts and passions and decide to apply them in some way to be of service to others, I guarantee you will feel more at ease and have better direction in life.

The concept of a quarter life crisis isn’t new. Go on and take your first baby step. It can only lead to a life that’s more rewarding and purposeful…and a little less tough and confusing.

“Life begins at the end of your comfort zone.” ~ Neale Donald Walsch