clarabeca

[sterekotypes]

Okay I fucked up because I know I’m supposed to be working on my WIPS but I can’t stop thinking about delinquent Eli getting in so much trouble that the Sheriff can’t help him get out of it.

Then Eli gets put on parole with court-mandated community service and therapy. Somehow, Eli gets Stiles as a therapist and he doesn’t notice his new therapist and his single father making goo goo eyes at each other.

In fact, it takes five months before Eli catches them all over each other. And god, Eli was an idiot to think Stiles was there to help him. When he thinks back on it, it was so obvious that Stiles was just thirsting after his dad. That Stiles was just using him to get to his dad.

Maybe he didn’t give it much attention because it’s not like his dad ever fell for antics of horny PTA moms and slutty soccer dads. Maybe he didn’t expect his father to betray him with the only person who actually heard him when he spoke. Who didn’t lecture him over every little thing. Who didn’t breathe down his neck because Eli was never going to be the golden boy his dad was as a kid.

Eli can’t even look at them. He rushes off into the preserve ignoring the rain and the thunder and the lightning because his internal storm is so much bigger and scarier. It may have been a couple hours or a few minutes when he hears a shout and a crash, and that’s Stiles who just fell and knocked himself out.

And shit. Eli drags Stiles to the hospital because even though Stiles is a betrayer - he can’t let Stiles die. And the nurses are looking at Eli with that look when he finally gets Stiles in the door.

It’s the same look the mall security had when he caught Eli with a pocket full of borrowed merchandise. Then he called the cops. It’s the same look the manager had when Eli was grinding the railing in front of Beacon Hills First National Bank with his skateboard . Then he called the cops. It’s the same look the old man had when he caught Eli spray painting a dick under the overpass. Then he called the cops.

The nurses called the cops. But he doesn’t see Sheriff Stilinski, just that Parrish asshole. And Parrish is too happy to throw Eli into a holding cell taunting him about how juvie should really straighten him out. And fuck. His dad is going to be so mad. So so mad. And while he’s waiting for his dad to show up all he can think is how did his dad ever get such a fuck up for a son.

So he’s not prepared when his dad shows up. He doesn’t mean to start crying but Jesus. It’s been a stressful night. And who cares if he’s crying?

Its 2023. It’s manly to cry now. 🙄

And his dad is arguing with Parrish about false imprisonment being a federal crime and if he wanted to his dad could sue this department so hard for violating Eli’s rights that he would own this place. All the while he’s dripping all over the floor of this rinky dinky fucking office.

And Eli just wants to get out! He’s already got to tell his Judas of a father that his Brutus boyfriend is unconscious and it’s Eli’s fault because he was looking for him and and and -

Eli collapses into Derek’s arms instead and mumbles his confessions into his dad’s shoulder. They load into the car and his dad tells him about his childhood. How Eli’s grandparents, aunts, uncles, cousins all burned to death. How his dad blamed himself. How his dad had his own wild streak living in New York with Aunt Laura.

And New York? Hot-wiring cars? Drugs? Breaking into buildings? Aunt Laura? Leather jackets?

Eli tried to see the delinquent that his father described but none of it matched with the man who drove Eli to his first date. Or the man who always added a little note in Eli’s lunches. Or the man who gave Eli tickets to his favorite band for his birthday last year.

And he doesn’t have much time to unpack it, because his dad ruffles his hair and slides out of the car. All casual, like he didn’t say a series of some of the most insane things to ever be spoken in the span of 15 minutes.

Instead he follows his dad through the hospital until they get to Stiles. And from the doorway of the room, Eli sees Sheriff Stilinski, shaken. And he sees Stiles smile at his dad and his dad smile back and - alright his dad has never smiled like that at anyone.

Then Stiles looks at Eli and smiles even wider. He calls Eli his hero. Says “It’s probably bad form to fire your hero right after he saves your life but I can’t be your therapist anymore.”

And Eli’s stomach turns into stone and his heart drops and - right of course, because Eli was dumb to think anyone would be able to stand him for too long. Plus he nearly got Stiles killed tonight.

“Don’t look like that dude!” Stiles says. “It’s like a huge conflict of interest to be in love with your patient’s father.” And the sheriff goes pinched like it did that time when he realized it was Eli who filled the high school pool with enough orbies that they starting coming out of the toilets and sinks.

And his dad. Omg it was sick. His dad gets the stupidest, dopiest look on his face and Eli almost vomits!

Then his dad says “you do?”

And Stiles! His face does the same look and Jesus! It was dis-gust-ting!

And Stiles says “yeah” all soft.

And his dad says “me. Me too. Uh. I love you too.”

And of course now Eli’s the asshole standing in the way of his freaking dad being happy. Which is not cool because they are Betrayers! Eli has a right to stand in the way, just so you know.

Like he didn’t HAVE to be okay with this at all.

He’s just such a good person that he chose to forgive them. And if he had plans to guilt them into getting him a car well… that’s the price they have to pay.

What? He said he was a good person. Not a saint.

[gunilslaugh]

Cassette Playlist

Goo Gunil

Summary: Your mom’s old cassette player somehow sent you back to the summer of 1990, where you meet a goofy, yet confident guy. Who might make it hard to leave. (non-idol au) 

WC:11.6k

Warning:none

If this flops I'm never writing a long fic ever again lol

photo not mine credits to owner.

CRASH! SNAP! CRACK! Panic rages through your body as you stare at your mom’s old cassette player that is now in pieces.

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“And why exactly have you decided to take a trip down memory lane?” you asked your mom. Letting out a heave as you set the heavy box down on your mom’s bed. 

“I watched Jetsons: The Movie yesterday and it got me feeling nostalgic,” your mom answers you, taking off the lid to the box. “My old cassette player!” your mom called out excitedly as she pulled the old device from the box. “I used to use this all the time,” she tells you. 

“I can tell. You used it so much it cracked.” You pointed to the crack that ran across the lid to insert a cassette. 

“I don’t remember it having a crack actually.” Your mom scratched her head trying to remember if she was forgetting how the player got the crack. 

“Maybe it happened while it was stored. We’re not always gentle with these boxes,” you chuckled. 

“You’re right that could be what happened. We should be more gentle with these,” she states gesturing to the boxes.

“I wonder if it still works?” you wondered, taking the cassette player from your mom. 

“It would definitely need batteries,” she says tapping the battery compartment. “We don’t have the type of batteries it takes right now. I’ll pick some up when I go to the store.”

“You still remember what batteries it takes?” You raised one of your eyebrows in shock. Your mom laughs. 

“I told you I used to use it all the time. I’ll probably never forget what batteries it takes. I bet I could still use this in my sleep,” she affirms. 

“I might have to test you on that,” you said playfully. Your mom smiles and shakes her head, looking into the box again. You join her in looking at the contents of the box. “Is this your year book?” you questioned pulling the book from the box.

“Yeah it’s from my junior year? I think.” You open the book, flipping through its pages. You stopped flipping through the pages when a picture of your mom with some guy caught your attention. Your mom had her arms affectionately wrapped around the guy’s middle. Her head tilted in the direction of the guy too.

“And who is this? One of your old boyfriends?” You nudge your mom with your elbow, showing her the picture.

“Oh um I think his name started with a G. I can’t remember right now, but no he wasn’t my boyfriend, not even a friend really. He was more like a nice acquaintance,” she informs. 

“So this picture is just for show?” you said. 

“Pretty much. That was the first day we met actually,” she tells you. You look at her with your head tilting to the side, as if asking her to explain more. 

“He came up behind me and gave me a really tight back hug. I pushed him away harshly because I didn’t know who he was. Then he began to profusely apologize explaining that he mistook me for someone else,” your mom tells you the story. 

“Oh my gosh that’s embarrassing. I would have died if I was him,” you laughed. 

“Yeah I felt bad for him. Anyway people for the yearbook were coming around, so I pulled him into this side hug to make us even,” she further explained. 

“How kind of you,” you remarked half sarcastically. To which your mom playfully shrugged in response. “Did he ever say who he mistook you for?” you questioned. 

“You’re so nosy and no I never asked,” she tells you. 

“Oh.” you look back down at the picture, wondering who this guy could have mistook your mom for.

After taking the little trip down memory lane you and your mom put the aged objects back inside the boxes, leaving out the cassette player since your mom was going to pick up batteries for it. Then you returned the boxes back to their places in the top shelf of the closet. Proceeding you returned to your bedroom to carry on with your day. You hopped onto your bed, opening your laptop to look for a show to watch. 

Later in the day your mom returned home from running some errands: buying groceries and batteries. You helped your mom put the groceries away. Once all the groceries were placed in their spots your mom excitedly ran to her bedroom to grab her old cassette player. 

“You’re like an excited kid who’s ready to play with their new toy,” you remark. “Well, I guess it’s an old toy in this case,” you added. 

“I am excited,” she states matter-of-factly, opening up the batteries she recently bought. She then opens the battery compartment of the cassette player and carefully places the batteries inside, making sure they're facing the right direction.  Succeeding hearing the satisfying click of the battery compartment closing your mom eagerly places one of the headphones into her ear then holds out the other one for you. You take it from her hand and place it into your ear. She looks at you to make sure you’re ready with her finger hovering over the play button. You nodded at her in confirmation and with that your mom pressed the button. Music began to play from the head phones filling the two of your ears. Your mom begins to excitedly jump up and down at her favorite nostalgic item still working. A smile makes its way to your face as you watch your mom’s happiness. While feeling impressed that the old device still works. 

“This brings back memories,” your mom says reminiscently as she listens to the song. 

“This song is nice,” you comment. 

“You like it?” your mom asked. You nodded your head. 

“You should keep this for a while then,” she suggested. 

“Huh? Why?” Your eyebrows raised in confusion. 

“It made me really happy as a teen. I would like to make you happy too. You’re a bit older than I was when I first got it, but that’s ok,” she explains. 

“Ok sure, why not?” you agreed. 

“Ooh I’ll go grab my other cassette so you can listen to them,” she takes the headphone from her ear before scurrying off to go grab the cassette. When she returns with the cassettes in hand she hands them over with a smile. You didn’t really know how much you would use the cassette player, but you figured you could at least listen to each cassette once. See what kind of music your mom used to listen to. You hit the stop of the cassette player and took off your headphone. You wrapped the headphones around the player as you walked to your room. You set the player on your bedside dresser planning to listen to it later.

Later in the evening you helped your mom make dinner. While waiting for your dad to get back from work. Your dad got home while you were dishing up dinner. 

“Perfect timing,” your mom said, greeting him. You all sat at the table together. “I gave y/n my old cassette player today,” your mom tells. 

“Oh really? That thing still works?” your dad asked surprised. 

“Just like it used to,” your mom says. 

“Except for the crack across the front,” you said. 

“I told you I don’t remember it having a crack. It’s a mystery how it got there,” she states. 

“Guess we’ll never know,” your dad shrugged. You all continued to eat, having the occasional side conversation. After dinner you did the dishes then headed to your room. You sat down on your bed. Your eyes fell over to your mom’s old cassette player. You reached over to your dresser and grabbed it, unwrapping the headphones around it. You put one headphone in each ear and hit play on the cassette. Music filled your ears and you rested against your headboard becoming fully immersed in the music. A couple songs played then you came across a song that you really liked. You wanted to listen to it again so you hit the rewind button, but nothing happened. You hit it again and once more nothing happened. You tried again only to be met with the same result. Growing a bit frustrated you smack the cassette player in hopes of getting it to work. You hit the rewind button another time and this time you hear the song begin to reverse. However your room began to look blurry. Like when you pass by something really fast. Then suddenly it all stopped and you were standing in a park? There were some kids running around playing on some playground equipment. Parents sitting on benches. A couple teenage boys were kicking a ball around out in the open grass. You walked around the park stopping under the shade of a tree, trying to gather your senses. Did you fall asleep while you were listening to the cassette? That’s when you notice that the cassette is in your hand and headphones are still in your ears. Much to your surprise the cassette player had been fixed. There was no longer a crack running across it. How was that possible? Was this all just a dream? Right then a ball lands by your feet. 

“Sorry, could you kick it back please?” you hear. You looked up to see one of the teenage boys. You looked back down at the ball then back at the boy. You gave the ball a swift kick sending it back over. “Thanks!” the boy shouted. You nodded in response. Quickly you went back to trying to figure out what was going on. This didn’t really feel like it was a dream, but what else could it be? You look around at your surroundings again. This time you notice that all the clothes people are wearing look like they're from the 90s. Certainly this was all a really weird dream. You began to leave the park not really knowing where you were going. Just trying to find some answers. Hopefully some confirmation that this was all indeed one weird dream. As you were walking you happened to come across a discarded newspaper. You pick it up and flip it around. Your eyes widened as they saw the date: June 3, 1990. You couldn’t really be back in the 90s could you? No, that would be crazy and impossible. There was absolutely no way. Your heart began to pound in fear. If you were really back in the 1990, what were you supposed to do? How did you get here? More importantly, how were you going to get home? You started to rack your brain. That’s when it hit you, the cassette player. You were trying to get the rewind button to work when you were suddenly transported here. You quickly brought up the cassette player. If rewind brought you back to the past  then fast forward should send you to the future as in back home. You couldn't hit the play and fast forward button soon enough. However much to your dismay it didn’t work. Well technically it did work. The song you were listening to began to speed up and fast forward, but you didn’t go anywhere. You weren’t back in your room. You were still standing about a block away from the park. You felt like crying, sinking down into the concrete pavement. 

“Oh hey it’s you again,” you heard a familiar voice. You look up to see the teenage boy from the park again.

“Hey,” you replied. 

“Why are you just sitting here?” he asked. Oh you know just having a crisis. No big deal. 

“Just…thinking.” is the word you decide to go with. 

“Shouldn’t you be headed home? It will be dark soon.” You didn’t even notice the setting sun. 

“Oh um…” If you could you would and really wish that you could. 

“Are you new around here? I don’t think I’ve seen you before?” he questioned. 

“Yeah I just got here,” you tell him. The boy has no clue how literal your statement is.

“Are you lost then? I can walk you home if you want? Just tell me your address,” he offered. 

“No, that’s ok.” I don’t have a home to go to.

“Did you run away from home?” he gasped. 

“What? No! I didn't, it's not like-” you sighed. “You wouldn’t believe me even if I told you,” you say.

“Try me?” he challenged. 

“Fine. I time traveled from the future,” you told him seriously. The boy looked at you for a few seconds before bursting out into laughter. 

“Oh, that’s a good one. Seriously, did you get in a fight with your parents or something?” He takes a seat beside you on the pavement. 

“Told you wouldn’t believe me,” you said. “Just go home, don’t worry about me.” Sensing your upsetness he decides to give you the upper hand. 

“Ok, let’s say I believe you. How did you get here and from where,when?” he questions. 

“I’m from 2024. My mom’s old cassette player somehow brought me back in time. I know that sounds crazy because it is, but it’s true,” you explained. 

“This cassette player?” He points to the cassette player in your hand. 

“Yeah.” You held it up a bit. 

“Can I see it?” He held his hands out. 

“Knock yourself out.” You handed the player over to him. At first he only glances over it, yet he begins to squint at the clear plastic lid of the cassette player. He proceeded to hit the open button on the lid. “What are you-”

“1993.” you hear him murmur. 

“What?” you asked. 

“1993,” he repeated. 

“What about it?”

“It’s 1990,” he reminded you. That’s when it clicked. 

“It’s 1990 and this cassette is from 1993!” you said excitedly. “You believe me now right?” you questioned hopefully. 

“Well it’s not, what did you say 2024?” You nodded. “But it is evidence that you are from the future, so…yeah I believe you,” he tells you. 

“Oh thank you!” you tell him. 

“So what are you gonna do?” he questioned handing you the cassette player back. Your excitement faded away as quickly as it came.

“I don’t know. I just wanna go home,” you answered. The boy looks at you sympathetically. He has no idea how you must feel right now, but it’s clear that you're very stressed about your situation. 

“How about you come stay with me. I could help you figure out how to get home,” he suggested. 

“Thanks, but would your parents be ok with you bringing some random girl home?” you ask. 

“I’ll tell them that you’re a friend who needs a place to stay for a while,” he tells you. 

“What if they ask about my parents? I mean they…haven’t even met yet. They’re both teenagers right now.” The gravity of your situation hits you even more. 

“We can figure that out later. Sitting on a sidewalk isn’t going to solve anything though, so will you come?” he questioned. You thought for a moment. It’s not like you had a better option. 

“You’re sure it’s ok for me to stay with you?” you double checked. 

“Absolutely we have a guest room that you can stay in,” he tells you. 

“Ok thanks uh… you’re?” Something hits you while you’re looking at the guy, whom you didn’t know the name of. He looked just like the guy from the yearbook photo with your mom. “Something with a G” you mouthed recalling your mom’s words.

“Oh that’s right we kinda skipped over introductions. I’m Gunil,” he introduced himself, sticking out his hand. 

“Gunil, with a G,” you didn’t mean to say it outloud. 

“Yep with a G. I don’t think it would quite work with a J,” he joked lightheartedly.

“I’m y/n,” you introduced yourself and finally shook his outstretched hand. That had been waiting an awkwardly long time. 

“Let’s go y/n.” He stands up from the pavement, dusting off his pants. Then he sticks out his hand to help you up. You take his hand standing up. You still had no clue how you were going to get home, but at least you had someone who was willing to help. 

The walk to Gunil’s house didn’t take too long. He lived relatively close to the park. 

“This is it,” Gunil announced when you reached the bottom of his driveway. You felt your nerves begin to bubble up again. 

“Are you sure this is ok? I can figure something else out,” you say feeling uneasy. 

“Like what? Sleeping on a park bench? I assure you it's fine. Now come on.” Gunil starts to walk up his driveway. You follow behind him, nervously fiddling with your hands. “Mom I’m back and-”

“You have a guest,” his mom finished his sentence. After seeing you standing behind him in the doorway. 

“This is my friend y/n and they need a place to stay for a bit,” Gunil said sheepishly. 

“Oh, of course you friends are always welcome here, you know that,” his mom smiled.

“Thank you,” you thanked her.

“Sure thing sweetie, but Gunil, is there any reason why we haven’t met her before?” his mom asks.

“Have you been hiding her from us?” His dad now joined the conversation with a teasing tone. 

“What? No I haven’t it-” Gunil began to sputter, feeling flustered by his dad’s teasing. 

“It’s because I only moved here recently,” you saved. 

“Oh I see. I hope you like it here, but if you’re going to stay with us why don’t you have a bag? Certainly you need more than just a cassette player.” Gunil’s mom looked around for your belongings. 

“I wanted to get permission first. I can go pack my stuff tomorrow,” you told her. You felt your heart pounding. 

“That’s right. I tried to tell her that you would understand, but she didn’t want to intrude,” Gunil backed you up. 

“You’re just a sweet little thing aren’t you? Come on, dinner is ready. I’m sure you both are hungry.” She guides both you and Gunil to the kitchen table. You felt awkward as you sat next to Gunil at the table.

“So y/n where did you move from?” Gunil’s dad questioned you, trying to create some small talk.

You swear you could feel Gunil tense up beside you. 

“Michigan.” Why was that the first place that popped into your head?

“Did you like it there?” he followed up. 

“The lakes were really pretty,” you said the one thing you knew about Michigan. 

“Oh yes! I’ve seen pictures of Lake Michigan I would love to see it in person one day,” Gunil’s mom chimed in. 

“Dinner is really good Mrs. Goo. Thank you,” you state, trying to change the topic. 

“I’m already letting you stay here. There is no need to butter me up.”

“I’m not,” you pronounced, shaking your head. 

“I like her,” Gunil’s mom says and shoots Gunil a look. To which Gunil quickly shakes his head at his mother. A silent plea to ask her to stop. His mother laughs lightly at him. Thankfully you aren’t asked anymore questions throughout the rest of dinner. 

After dinner Gunil showed you the guest room. His mom came into the room holding some pajamas. 

“They might not fit perfectly, but they should be ok for the night.” She smiled at you as she handed them over. 

“Oh, thank you. You didn’t have to,” you said, taking them from her. 

“Don’t be silly. You’re our guest. You should be comfortable,” she insisted. 

“Well thanks again,” you say. Gunil’s mom then steps out of the room, leaving just you and Gunil.  

“My room is right next door”– Gunil pointed towards his room– “And the bathroom is right across the hall. Let me know if you need anything,” he told you. 

“Mmh, thank you” you nod your head.

“No problem.” Gunil turned around and left the room. You looked at the cassette player sitting on the bed. You walked over to the bed, setting down the pajamas that were in your hand to pick up the cassette player. 

“Can’t you just take me home?” you said to the old or you guess it’s not so old right now cassette player. “Please,” you begged, placing a headphone in your ear. You placed in the other one and hit play. Music filled your ears. You pressed the fast forward button, the song played faster. You sighed. Your finger now hovers over the rewind button. What if you hit it and it sends you even farther back in the past? However, on the other hand, what if it sent you home? You took a breath, closed your eyes and hit the rewind button. The song began to rewind. You carefully popped one eye open. Nothing happened, you were still in the guest room. Feeling defeated, you pulled the headphones out of your ears. You changed into the pajamas Gunil’s mom had given you. She was right they weren’t a perfect fit, but they would do. 

Later in the night Gunil’s mom stopped by your door to wish you goodnight. Before you could respond to her you hear Gunil yelling you a goodnight as well through the thin walls. You yelled him a goodnight back which made his mom laugh. Then you wished her a goodnight as well. You made yourself comfortable underneath the covers. Closing your eyes and waiting for sleep to take you away and hopefully back home somehow. 

Upon waking up in the morning it takes you a second to remember where you are. Once you see your mom’s cassette player sitting on the edge of the bed you remember. You were still stuck in 1990. You sat up on the bed not quite knowing what to do. It would be awkward if you just walked out of the room as you are right now right? What if Gunil wasn’t up yet then you would be stuck with his parents. That didn’t seem all that ideal. Your bladder apparently had an answer for you though. The bathroom was right across the hall from you. You would just have to do a quick in and out. You opted for getting dressed first, changing back into the clothes you were wearing yesterday. You carefully opened the door as silently as possible, peeking your head out. When you didn’t see anyone you quickly beelined into the bathroom. You were ready to beeline back to your room however right when you opened the bathroom door someone called you.

“Oh y/n you’re up. How’d you sleep?” Gunil’s mom asked you. You awkwardly stepped into the hallway. 

“I slept good, thanks. You?” you returned.

“I slept good too. Gunil is still sleeping, but I can wake him up if you want,” she offered. 

“That’s ok he can keep sleeping,” you told her. You kinda regretted it though. Maybe it would be better to just wake him up.

“You can come out to the living room. I’m almost done making breakfast,” she tells you. You awkwardly followed her out to the living room. Where you now see Gunil’s dad sitting in the chair. He bid you a good morning as you did to him in return. You tentatively took a seat on the couch. 

“Y/n you never told us why you’re staying with us,” he dad said. You feel your heartbeat pick up as you took a moment to think.

“...Oh my parents are out of town and I don’t feel comfortable staying in our new house by myself yet,” you explained. 

“What’d they go out of town for?” He was probably just trying to make conversation, but you really wish he wasn’t.

“Work.” That sounded reasonable enough, you thought. 

“What do they do for work?” It was too early for your brain to make up these fake answers. 

“They work for a cassette manufacturer.” Gunil answered for you emerging from the hallway. He came and took a seat next to you on the couch. He was still wearing his pajamas and his hair was a bit messy. He looked oddly cute. 

“Gunil you’re up just in time. Breakfast is ready,” his mom informed, coming into the living room. 

You guys all headed to the kitchen, sitting down and eating the breakfast that Gunil’s mom had made.

“Thanks for breakfast mom. I’m gonna go change then I’ll take y/n to go pack her things,” Gunil stated. Just like that Gunil whisked away to his room. You returned to the guest room to grab the cassette player. You had barely grabbed the cassette player when Gunil appeared in the doorway. 

“You ready?” he checked.

“That was fast,” you remarked, taking in his tidied up appearance. His hair was no longer messy and he swapped his pajamas for a black t-shirt and jeans.

“I didn’t want you to wait,” he told you. 

“Thanks, and yeah I’m ready,” you answered him. The two of you walked out of Gunil’s house. “Gunil how are we gonna pack my things when I have no things to pack?” you questioned once you two reached the end of his driveway. Gunil reached into his pocket and pulled out his wallet.

“We have some shopping to do.” He waved his wallet around. 

“Gunil no,” you say, footsteps coming to a stop. Gunil lets out a sigh. His footsteps coming to a stop as well. 

“Do you have a better idea? You can’t exactly wear the same clothes everyday,” he pointed out. 

“I know that, but I feel bad having you spend money on me,” you explained. Gunil takes a couple steps closer to you. 

“Don’t feel bad. I want to. I’ve been wanting to go shopping anyway, so this is the perfect opportunity,” he tells you. 

“Still, won’t it be too much-”

“Shush, your only concern should be figuring out how to get back home. Let me take care of the rest,” he silenced you. He swings one of his arms around your shoulder prompting you to start walking again. When you try to refute again he simply shushes you more.

“Can I ask where we’re going then?” you questioned. You turned your head to look at Gunil, who still had his arm wrapped around your shoulder.

“The mall. It’ll have everything we need,” Gunil answered casually. 

“I haven’t been to the mall in ages,” you say. 

“Really? Are malls not that popular in the future?” Gunil asked with slightly widened eyes. 

“I don’t think they're as popular as they used to be, but plenty of people still go to them,” you answered. Gunil nods at your answer. “How far is the mall?” you asked. 

“About a twenty minute walk,” Gunil answered. 

“Wanna listen to music?” You held up the cassette player. 

“Are you sure it won’t send us to the past?” Gunil jokes. You scoffed. 

“Honestly no I can’t be sure, but it should be fine,” you say. 

“I’ll risk it.” Gunil reaches to take one of the headphones and puts it in his ear. You put the other one in your ear. You hit play on the cassette player, letting the music fill either of yours and Gunil’s ears. To any onlookers you and Gunil probably look like a couple. With Gunil’s arm that he is yet to remove from around your shoulders and now sharing headphones on top of it. You felt oddly comfortable though. This is probably the most relaxed you felt since you had arrived in 1990. 

Upon arriving at the mall both you and Gunil remove the headphones from your ears. Gunil’s arm finally leaves your shoulders. It’s not until he removed his arm that you realized it was there the entire time. Gunil finds that his arm now feels empty that it’s not wrapped around you. 

“Where to first?” you questioned as the two of you walked inside the entrance of the mall. 

“I was thinking we should probably get you a bag first, then we can go get you some clothes,” he tells you. 

“Sounds good,” you agreed. Gunil led you to a shop that had a collection of bags that you could choose from. You ended up picking a blue duffle bag that had teal carrying straps. Next, Gunil takes you to a clothing store. He asked you about your preferences for what types of clothes you like to wear then proceeded to help you pick out some outfits. 

“How about this one?” Gunil asked, holding up a shirt in a color you specifically told him you disliked. You make a very unimpressed face at him. 

“Gunil, I specifically told you I don’t like that color,” you told him. 

“Why? I think it suits you. You look pretty.” He steps closer to you, holding the shirt up to your frame. You feel a warmth trying to make its way to your cheeks. You shook it off. 

“Gunil, no.” You pushed the shirt away from your frame. 

“Come on please. I’m buying anyway,” he pointed. He kinda had you there. He was paying for all your things, so you felt like the least you could do is get something that he liked. Even if it wasn’t something you would pick for yourself. 

“Fine, but don’t keep using that against me.” You pointed a finger at him. Gunil raised his hands in a playful surrender. 

“Ok, I won’t,” he said, happily tossing the shirt with the other clothes you were getting.

Three shops later you convinced Gunil that you really didn’t need anymore stuff. He seemed reluctant, but agreed with you. He insisted that you two get some food before you head back to his place though. You couldn’t deny that all the shopping didn’t work up your appetite, so you and Gunil made your way over to the food court. The two of you got food from a place that Gunil recommended. After getting your food you walked over to the seating area. 

“So how are you liking the 90s mall experience?” Gunil questioned making you laugh. 

“I mean, I don't think it's that different from a modern day mall, but it’s nice,” you say. 

“Yo Gunil! You didn’t tell us you were coming here today. Oh who’s this?” One of, who are assuming, is Gunil’s friends asked. 

“This is y/n. They’re new around here,” Gunil introduced. 

“She looks kinda familiar,” one of the notes.

“I was thinking the same thing,” another one says.

“The park!” One exclaimed pointing at you. “She’s the one who kicked the ball back to us.” 

“Oh, that’s right.” 

“You mean they’re the one-” 

“What are you guys doing here?” Gunil cut his friend off. 

“We were gonna see if they have any new music at the music shop,” One answered. 

“Well then don’t let us stop you guys,” Gunil motioned for them to get going.

“Wait! Wait! Wait! We haven’t introduced ourselves yet,” one says. “I’m Jooyeon,” he introduced himself. 

“I’m Jiseok,” another one said. 

“Seungmin.” The boy gave you a half wave. 

“Jungsu,” he smiled. 

“I’m Hyeongjun,” the last one says shyly. 

“Nice to meet you guys,” you state. 

“You like to listen to music?” Jiseok pointed to your cassette player. You nodded. 

“Yeah you could say that,” you answered. 

“Do you want to come to the music shop with us then?” Jiseok offered. 

“Maybe some other time. We should be heading back now,” Gunil interjected, standing up. 

“Oh don’t be silly Gunil. It’s not even late afternoon yet. Let me see what you listen to, the music store probably has it.” Jiseok reaches for the cassette player you had sitting on the table. Wasting no time in opening it and taking a look at the cassette before you could say anything. “You listen to them too! I-why don’t I recognize any of these songs?” Jiseok starts to look at the cassette closer. 

“Oh that’s be-”

“1993!” Jiseok’s eyes widened. “H-how do you have a cassette from 1993?” Jiseok looked at you in disbelief. You looked at Gunil in a panic. He looked back at you just as panicked. “What’s with those looks? What’s going on?” Jiseok interrogated. 

“Well, you see, I may or may not be from 34 years in the future,” you said. Jiseok’s face deadpans for a moment before he bursts out laughing. 

“That’s a good one. I didn’t think you’d be so funny, but seriously what is this a fake or something?” He waved the cassette in his hand. 

“Listen to it,” Gunil tells him. 

“What?” Jiseok responded. 

“Listen to it,” he gestured for Jiseok to put the cassette back in the player. Jiseok looked skeptical, but he did as he was told. His eyes widened again as he listened to the song he’s never heard before, but is unmistakably from the artist. 

“How is this possible?” Jiseok asked, removing the headphones from his ears. You reach over taking the cassette player back from him. 

“That’s what I want to know,” you sighed.

“Wait a second, are you actually saying that she’s from the future?” Seungmin speaks up. 

“I know it’s hard to believe, but yeah,” Gunil states. 

“Hard to believe? It’s completely crazy!” Seungmin declares. 

“You don’t have to believe it if you don’t want to, but Gunil and I should really get going now,” you say. Gunil gathers the bags of your recently bought items and makes his way to your side. 

“Hold on you can’t just leave after saying you're from the future,” Jooyeon followed after you and Gunil. 

“Ok then you can follow us, but I told my mom we're gonna go pick up y/n’s things. She’ll start to worry if we’re gone for too much longer,” Gunil tells. Like a group of ducklings Gunil’s friends started to follow after you two. 

“We should probably put the stuff into the duffle bag,” you tell Gunil.

“You’re right. Let’s stop for a second.” Gunil stepped aside and the two of you began to pull your recently bought items and put them into the duffle bag. 

“I take it your parents don’t know that she’s from the future?” Jungsu inferred. 

“No, she’s a friend, who moved here recently and is staying with us while her parents are away,” Gunil informed. 

“Do you know where your parents are?” Jooyeon randomly asked. You stopped loading clothes into the duffle bag to think. 

“Umm…if it’s 1990 then,” you pause to do some mental math. “My mom would be sixteen, so she’d be living with my grandparents. I know she goes to the same high school as you guys do,” you say.

“How do you know that?” Gunil asked as he finished putting the last piece of clothing into the duffle bag and zipped it up.

“I saw a picture of you in her old yearbook,” you tell him. It’s a bit ironic that you called the yearbook old considering that it hasn’t been made yet. You go to take the duffle bag from him, but he ignores you and swings it over his own shoulder.

“Oh, that’s how you knew my name started with a G,”’ Gunil commented as he began walking in the direction of his house. 

“Does the name Lee Jooyeon mean anything in the future?” Jooyeon quickly followed behind you both. 

“No, sorry,” you shook your head.

“What about Kwak Jiseok?” Jiseok cut in, appearing beside Jooyeon. Again you shook your head.

“How about Seungmin then? Oh Seungmin,” Jooyeon tried. 

“Oh Seungmin?” you repeated a bit louder. You did recognize that name. 

“Don’t tell us he’s the one who got famous?” Jiseok said. You laughed. While Seungmin let out an offended “Hey!”

“No, he’s not famous. I just know the name because my dad hated him,” you explained. 

“Why would your dad hate me?” Seungmin asked with a bit of hurt in his eyes. 

“I thought you didn’t believe her,” Hyeongjun commented. 

“I-I don’t, not entirely, but if someone hates me,” Seungmin stuttered. 

“Because you always beat him at track. My dad was the top track athlete at his school, but whenever it came to school competitions he could never beat Seungmin. He always came in second,” you explained. 

“So you’re saying your dad is d/n?” he said your father’s name. 

“Yeah, that’s him,” you confirmed. 

“No way,” Seungmin states in denial. 

“What? You don’t see the resemblance?” You turned to face Seungmin. Seungmin leaned closer to inspect your face. You slightly turned your head from side to side to give him a better look at your features. Suddenly Gunil reaches for your wrist pulling you up beside him. 

“It doesn’t matter if he believes you or not. Let’s hurry up and get home,” he quickly said. You can hear the rest of the boys joking about something behind you.

“Mom, we're back!” Gunil shouted upon entering his house. 

“That took a bit longer than I- oh the boys are with you,” his mom says.

“Yeah we ran into them along the way,” Gunil tells.

“Well make yourselves at home,” his mom smiles and steps aside. You all make your way to Gunil’s room, making a pit stop by the guest room you were staying in to set your bag down.

Jooyeon, Jiseok and Hyeongjun made themselves comfortable on Gunil’s bed. Jungsu sat at a desk. Seungmin sat on top of the desk. You stood there awkwardly until Gunil grabbed some pillows from his bed for you two to sit on.

“So if you’re from the future how did you get here?” Jooyeon was quick to ask you more questions.

“This,” you held up your mom’s cassette player. 

“And you let me listen to it!” Jiseok yelled. 

“It happened when she hit the rewind button, not just from listening to it,” Gunil defended. 

“Still,” Jiseok grumbled. 

“Since you’re still here I’m guessing pressing fast forward doesn’t send you back?” Jungsu presumed. 

“Nope,” you shook your head.

“How are you gonna get home then?” Jooyeon questioned. 

“That’s what I want to know,” you sighed. 

“We’ll figure it out,” Gunil told you comfortingly. 

“Maybe it’s cause the cassette is from 1993,” Jiseok spoke. 

“Huh?” you questioned, not understanding what he meant. 

“The cassette is from 1993, so it technically doesn’t exist here yet. Maybe that’s why you can’t go home,” he elaborated. 

“Are you saying I’m gonna be stuck here for three years!” you panicked.

“No,no, no. He doesn’t know what he’s talking about.” Gunil tried to console you, placing his hands on your knee. Meanwhile Jungsu was scolding Jiseok for what he said. 

“What he said kinda makes sense though,” you stated worriedly.

“No, what the others said is right. I’m an idiot, I don't know what I’m talking about.” Jiseok tried to fix the panic he caused you. Seungmin still doesn’t really believe that you’re from the future, but seeing the way you’re freaking out right now makes him want to. He definitely feels bad for you, cause even if you weren’t from the future your situation right now surely isn’t ideal. Gunil is still trying to ease your nerves.

“How about we go to the arcade?” Hyeongjun suggests amidst the bit of chaos happening. 

“I’m not sure now is really-” Jungsu started. 

“I’ve never been to an arcade,” you stated.

“You’ve never been to the arcade? Do they not exist in the future?” Jooyeon asked, astonished. 

“They exist. I’ve just never been,” you informed. 

“Oh, well we totally have to go then,” he said, hopping up from Gunil’s bed. 

“Right now?” Seungmin questioned. 

“Well we don’t know when y/n will return home, so if we want to do something with them we should do it now,” Jooyeon reasoned. 

With that you found yourselves walking to the nearest arcade. Jooyeon and Jiseok practically dragged you because they were excited to play games with you. While Gunil was trying to tell them to slow down, not wanting you to accidentally get hurt. 

The arcade was really fun. It managed to take your mind off your current situation for a while. Jooyeon and Jiseok were excited to teach you how to play the games and maybe tease you when you weren’t so good at one. Hyeongjun was much more chill and helpful when it came to games you had no idea how to play. Gunil stared at you admiringly. He felt like he could relax a bit seeing you genuinely smile and have fun. 

“Are you gonna confess to them before they go back home or are you gonna hide your feelings forever?” Jungsu asked, resting an arm on Gunil’s shoulder. 

“They want to go home. I shouldn’t complicate their situation any more,” Gunil said. 

“You’re allowed to be a little selfish you know?” Jungsu voices. 

“Even if I did confess it’s not like we can exactly be together. Plus I’m sure being in a relationship is the last thing on her mind,” Gunil notes.

“It’s a given that you can’t stay together, but do you really want to give up on being with her, even if it’s for a short amount of time?” Jungsu put to question.

Gunil saw you at the park on the day you first arrived. He thought that you were cute, so he may have accidentally sent the ball he and his friends were playing with your way. He was looking for an excuse to talk to you. When he saw you sitting on the sidewalk on his way home he couldn’t up the god given opportunity to talk to you again. Upon finding out about your situation it was clear that you were very stressed, but Gunil couldn’t help but feel a teensy bit glad. He was able to spend more time with you because of it. He’d be lying if he said he didn’t want that. Jungsu told him that he was allowed to be selfish, but he was already being selfish. He didn’t simply offer to help you out of the goodness of his heart. No, it was because he liked you. He was already being selfish with his actions, so he didn’t know how far he should go with selfishness. Would it be too selfish to tell you how he felt about you?

Gunil is interrupted from his internal struggle when he sees you excitedly jumping up and down at a claw machine, reaching down to claim your stuffed prize. 

“Gunil look!” You hurried over to him to show him the turtle you just won. Gunil falls for you even more, finding you adorable. 

“It’s cute,” he smiles at you. He means both you and the turtle. 

After your time spent at the arcade you part ways with Gunil’s friends. Gunil enjoys it being just you and him again. He watches you as you walk looking down at the stuffed turtle you just won. 

“What should I name it?” you asked Gunil for his opinion. 

“Umm?” Gunil thought. 

A loud honk interrupts his thinking. He looks at the sound of the honk seeing a truck fastly approaching you two as you're midway across the crosswalk. Gunil quickly pulls you out of the way of the vehicle. The truck goes wheezing past you two. 

CRASH! SNAP! CRACK! Panic rages through your body as you stare at your mom’s old cassette player that is now in pieces. It was haphazardly shoved in your pocket and the force of Gunil suddenly pulling you must’ve somehow made it pop out of your pocket. 

“Are you ok?” Gunil looks you over still not noticing what had just happened. 

“I’m. I’m. Uh, the- how am I?” Your non-coherently sputter out, pointing at the cassette player.

“What?” Gunil flows the direction of your finger and sees the broken cassette player. Gunil quickly goes to gather the broken pieces.

“It’s gonna be ok?” He tried to calm you. 

“How is it going to be ok? That- that’s my only way home and it’s-” you heaved.

“Look at me,” Gunil says calmly. Your eyes hesitantly tear away from the broken pieces in his hands to look at his face.

“It’ll be ok. There’s a repair shop we can take it too. They’ll fix it,” he tells you. 

“But what if-”

“They’ll fix it,” he told you firmly. 

“Ok,” you let out a shaky breath. 

Gunil and you arrived at the repair shop. You’re shaking with nerves. Fearing for the worst. That your mom’s cassette player will be unfixable and you’ll be stuck here forever. 

“I think it would be easier to buy a new cassette player,” the worker of the shop informed. It made your heart sink to your stomach. 

“It was a gift from her mom. You can surely fix it right?” Gunil told the worker in a passive aggressive voice. 

“Look man-” Gunil leaned whisper something to the guy. “Ok, I’ll see what I can do. Come back in a week to pick it up,” the worker says. 

“Great, thank you,” Gunil said to the worker. 

“Come on.” Gunil wrapped his arm around your shoulder leading you out of the store. 

“Can he really fix it?” you asked, doubtfully. 

“He’ll fix it,” Gunil said confidently. This was going to be the longest week of your life.

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It indeedly was the longest week of your life. Gunil tried his very best to keep you distracted. He wanted to show you the joy of living in the 90s. He took out around town, showing you his favorite spots. He invited you out with his friends (who have started to grow close with you.) You  could never completely shake the anxious feeling in your stomach though. Yes, you were having fun thanks to Gunil and his friends, but having fun didn’t make your problem go away. You were simply making the best out of a bad situation. 

Currently you are sitting on the couch with Gunil, a movie playing on the t.v. It’s the night before you go pick up the cassette player. You bounced your leg anxiously as the fear of the worst began to set back in.

“Are you not interested in this movie?” Gunil asked you. It was an indirect way of asking if you were ok. 

“I don’t think I’ll be interested in any movie. I’m too nervous. What if it couldn’t be fixed?” you told Gunil your worries. 

“I told you it’ll be fixed.” Gunil scooted closer to you on the couch. 

“You can’t know that for sure. What if I’m stuck here forever?” your voice raised slightly. Not because you were mad at Gunil, but because you were terrified of never being able to get home.

“Then I’ll take care of you forever,” Gunil answered. He tenderly took your hands in his. 

“You can’t do that Gunil. You’ve already done so much, too much. I can’t keep burdening you, and your parents,” you argued. 

“You aren't a burden y/n. I took you here because I want to look after you,” he tells you. His thumbs run over your knuckles. 

“Realistically, how long can you do that? Your parents are bound to ask where my parents really are soon. What are we supposed to tell them? That I actually ran away from home? That my parents abandoned me? That I’m from the future?” you ranted. 

“I get that you're really scared and stressed right now, but can you please just trust me. Let me take care of you. We don’t know if the cassette player is fixed or not right now. Let’s at least see how it goes tomorrow,” Gunil proposed. 

“What if it couldn’t be fixed?” you asked again.

“Then you can have a mental breakdown, but I’ll take care of you during that too.” His thumbs stop rumbling your knuckles, but his grip remains grounding on your hands. 

“Why do you care so much?” you questioned.

“Because I like you,” Gunil confessed. Your hands go slack in his due to shock. 

“What do you mean?” you asked not being able to understand. 

“I like you,” he repeated. “That ball didn’t accidentally land at your feet when we were in the park. I purposely kicked it over to you cause I wanted your attention. I thought you were pretty and wanted to talk to you,” he revealed. 

“Then all this time you’ve…” You trailed off, not knowing exactly what you wanted to say. 

“I know that you don’t like the situation you're in right now and that romance is one of the last things that would be on your mind. Which is why I wasn’t sure if I should tell you how I feel, but I’ve really enjoyed being with you this entire time. It’s selfish cause I know how stressed and scared you are. I really want to be by your side as long as I can,” he continued on. 

“I feel most relaxed when you’re with me,” you tell him truthfully. “You’re right romance isn’t exactly on my to do list, but I like being with you too,” you say. A smile tugged at your lips. You moved your previously slack hand to hold Gunil’s hand back. Your words weren’t exactly a confession, but for Gunil they were more than enough. You liked being with him. That alone made him feel over the moon.

Gunil moved to lean against the back of the couch, pulling you along with him. His hands never left yours. Both of your eyes wandered back to the t.v that neither of you were paying attention to. Gunil being too wrapped up in the feeling of you leaning against him and the fact that you liked being beside him, just as he liked being beside you. Your nerves about finding out if your way home was fixed or not definitely keep you distracted. However you also found that the way Gunil was absentmindedly playing with your fingers and the calming warmth that radiated off of him proved to be an equally good distraction. 

Sometime during you and Gunil basking in each other's presence the two of you drifted off to sleep. Your head falling on Gunil’s shoulder and his head resting on yours. Gunil’s hands placed protectively over yours from where they fell in the small space between your two bodies on the couch. 

“He really tired to convince us that she’s just a friend,” Gunil’s mom said when her and Gunil’s dad returned home from their date night to find you and Gunil cuddled up on the couch. 

“The hearts in his eyes were never fooling us dear,” his dad stated. 

“They look so cute. I need to take a photo.” Gunil’s mom quickly and excitedly rushed off to grab the camera. She snapped a couple photos of you and Gunil. Then Gunil’s dad ushered her away from your sleeping forms, not wanting to wake the two of you and ruin the moment.

Your eyes cracked open in the morning, taking in the lighter room. You notice that the t.v has been turned off. Next you realize that your head is resting on Gunil’s shoulder and you can feel the weight of his head resting against yours. You slowly tried to remove your hands out from under Gunil’s. When they were almost free Gunil’s hands suddenly grasped onto your hands, bringing them back to his hold. 

“Gunil,” you softly called out his name. You carefully lifted your head up from Gunil’s shoulder, which resulted in Gunil’s head coming down onto your shoulder.

“Gunil,” you tried again. “Gunil.” You shook your shoulder. Gunil started to stir awake.

“Mmh,” he mumbled, opening his eyes. 

“Good morning,” you told him. Gunil now realizes the position that the two of you are in and sits up straight. Then he realizes that his hands are holding yours. A shade of pink dusts his cheeks. 

“Good morning,” he said. “Do you want some breakfast? We have cereal or I could make some eggs,” he offered standing up from the couch.

“Cereal’s fine,” you say, standing up from the couch too. Gunil and you walk over to the kitchen and make your bowls of cereal. He pulls your chair out for you before you sit down.

“Thanks,” you smiled. He nodded then pulled out the chair beside you to sit down in. 

“Look who’s up,” Gunil’s mom said as she entered the kitchen. You and Gunil each wished her a good morning. “Did you two sleep well?” she asked. You and Gunil share a glance. You both know she must’ve seen you two on the couch.

“Yeah, I slept well,” Gunil answered. 

“Me too,” you followed. Your answer makes Gunil smile and Gunil’s mom certainly doesn’t miss it.

“That’s good. I know sleeping on the couch isn’t always the most comfortable, but you two looked so cute I didn’t want to disturb you guys,” she says. Both yours and Gunil’s faces flared red at her comment. 

“Should we go pick up your cassette player now?” Gunil asked, changing the topic. 

“Yes, we should,” you eagerly nodded. The two of you hurried up eating your cereal then rushed out of the kitchen. Gunil’s mom could only smile, finding you two adorable. 

Once you and Gunil got ready you headed to the repair shop. The closer you got to the shop the more nervous you got. Gunil easily noticed how nervous you were and slipped his hand into your, giving it a reassuring squeeze. 

“I got you,” he tells you. 

The two of you arrive at the shop. You always thought the saying of feeling your heart in your throat was weird, but now you understand it cause it really did feel like your heart was in your throat. 

“We’re here to pick up the cassette player,” Gunil told the worker. 

“I know, I remember you,” the worker said, giving Gunil a look. The worker reaches under the counter and pulls out your mom’s cassette player. It looks like it’s fixed…accept for a crack that runs across the lid. “I couldn’t get rid of this crack, but it works,” the worker said. 

“The crack doesn't matter. Thank you for fixing it,” you told the worker, taking the cassette player in your hands.

“Just doing my job,” he replied. Then he turns to Gunil, so that he can pay. 

“Sorry about the crack,” Gunil says as you two exited the store. 

“It’s ok. It answered a question actually,” you disclosed. 

“What question?” Gunil asked. 

“Back in the future, my mom and I were going through boxes of her old things. This cassette player was in one of the boxes and it had this exact crack, but my mom had no clue how it got there. She never remembered it having a crack,” you told. 

“Well mystery solved then,” Gunil said. 

“Yeah, mystery solved.” You unwrapped the headphones from around the cassette player and handed one to Gunil. He gladly took it and placed it in his ear. He took this time to wrap his arm around your shoulder, just like the first time you two listened to the cassette together. 

Soon enough you arrived back at Gunil’s house to discover it empty, meaning his parents went out somewhere. The pair of you made yourselves comfortable on the couch.

“So what exactly happened when the cassette player brought you to the past,” Gunil questioned. 

“I told you I hit rewind,” you chuckled. 

“I know that, but did you hit any other button first or?” he clarified. You took a moment to think back.

“I smacked it,” you remembered. “When I first hit rewind it didn’t work, so I smacked it thinking it might get it to work,” you explained. 

“Have you tried smacking it again?” he asked. 

“No, but it just got fixed. I’m scared to smack it now,” you said. 

“I’m not saying to smack it with all you got, but it’s worth a shot,” he stated. You lift your hand to give the cassette player a smack then paused. 

“Are you that scared? Should I do it for you?” he offered. 

“It’s not that.” You lowered your hand. 

“Then what is it?” 

“It’s funny. Most of the time I’ve been here, I’ve been wanting to go home, but right now it feels hard to leave,” you say.

“Well you know I’m not going to tell you to go,” Gunil said lightheartedly. “There’s no guarantee that smacking it would work either,” he notes. 

“I know, but if it does. I think I’d rather try it later.” 

“You wanna go get ice cream?” he suggested. 

“Sounds good,” you agree. 

You spent the rest of the day out with Gunil. Having your ice cream then going to walk around the mall. After the mall you walk aimlessly around the town. 

“Well look who it is?” A voice spoke behind you two. Both you and Gunil turn your heads to see Jooyeon standing there with Jiseok. The pair of them had teasing smiles on their faces. 

“Yeah look who it is,” Gunil said. 

“It’s fixed,” Jiseok pointed to the cassette player in your hands. 

“Yep.”

“Any ideas on how to get home?” he asked. 

“We have an idea, but we don't know if it will work,” you said. 

“How come you haven’t tried it yet?” Jooyeon questioned. 

“Do you want me to leave without saying goodbye?” you said, quasi offended. 

“Of course not. I’d be very sad if you just disappeared. You just always seem like you’re eager to go home, so I’d thought you’d jump at any chance,” he responded. 

“I thought so too, but it’s harder to leave than I expected,” you say looking at Gunil.

“Aww have you grown attached to us! We’ve gotten attached to you too,” Jooyeon and Jiseok pull you into a sandwiched hug. 

“You seriously can’t leave without saying goodbye ok?” Jiseok states pulling away. 

“But there’s no way to tell when I’ll be leaving,” you brought up. 

“We should have a goodbye party!” Jooyeon shouted. Jiseok immediately agreed. 

“If we have a goodbye party and I don’t go home wouldn’t it be awkward?” You asked. 

“Maybe a little, but with a goodbye party we won’t have to worry about not getting to say goodbye,” Jooyeon answered. 

That’s how you found yourself at the very park, where you first arrived in the 90s. Surrounded by Gunil's friends, who are also your friends now too. Pizza boxes litter the ground along with soda cans. 

“I still think this party is kinda stupid,” Seungmin said while taking a sip of soda. 

“So if y/n just disappears and goes back home one day you’re not going to miss them and wish that you could’ve said goodbye?” Jungsu interrogated.

“Whether you believe she is from the future or not. She is still leaving one day no matter what,” Hyeongjun added.  

“But we don’t know when that is, so having this party when we could still see them tomorrow seems kinda silly,” Seungmin defended. 

“Exactly. We don’t know when. She could leave tonight, tomorrow, next week. This way we don’t miss saying goodbye,” Jooyeon said. 

Goodbye parties typically are kinda sad, but you didn’t think this one would feel as sad as it did. You hadn’t really been in the 1990 all that long, yet you’ve made great friends, met a guy who makes your heart flutter and makes it hard to say goodbye. The boys taking the turns saying goodbye to you at the end of the party had all your eyes turning glossy. 

“If I find you in the future then you’ll have to believe me then right?” you asked Seungmin. 

“Yes, if you find me in the future. Looking as you do now. I’ll have no choice, but to believe you.”

“Then goodbye till then,” you told him. 

“Goodbye y/n.” The party ended with a group hug and maybe some spilled tears that no one would admit too. 

“Should I try smacking it?” you asked Gunil. The two of you were currently sitting on his bed. 

“Do you want to?” he followed. 

“With having the goodbye party I feel like I should at least try,” you say. 

“Then let me say goodbye before you do,” he said. 

“Hold on, let me go grab something,” you excused yourself. You went to your room and grabbed the stuffed turtle you won. You returned to Gunil’s room and handed him the turtle when you sat back down beside him. 

“You’re giving this to me?” he checked. 

“Mhm,” you hummed. “I always planned on giving it to you. I doubt it would come back to the future with me anyway, but I won it with giving it to you in mind,” you tell him. “Thank you.” Gunil hugs the stuffed turtle to his chest. 

“It still doesn’t have a name,” you pointed out. 

“I’ll think of one for it.” He already knew what he was gonna name it, but he felt too shy to name it after you right in front of you. He sets the turtle down on his pillow and turns to pull you into a hug. 

“I’m really going to miss you,” he says, resting his head over your shoulder. 

“I’m gonna miss you too,” you hug him back. “I like you too,” you confessed. Gunil pulled back enough to look at you. 

“I’m a little late to say it back, but I wanted to say it before I leave,” you give him a sentimental smile. Gunil smiles at you back and cups your face in his hands. He leans forward, pressing a warm, loving, gentle kiss on your forehead. You close your eyes basking in the feeling of his lips on you. Your hands come up to hold his wrist lovingly. The two of you stay like that for a few moments. Saying nothing, but also somehow saying everything. 

“Give it a try,” Gunil says, pulling away.

“Ok.” You put each side of the headphones in your ears. You hit play then gave the cassette player a smack. You took a breath and hit rewind. Nothing happened. Literally nothing happened. The rewind button didn’t work, the song kept playing like normal. 

“It doesn’t work,” you say. 

“We’ll just have to think of something else then,” Gunil said. 

“No, like the rewind button doesn’t work. Did smacking it break it? This is what I worried about,” you complained. 

“Hey it’s ok. Let me see.” Gunil takes the cassette player from your hands. This time he gives it a smack. “Try it now.” He handed it back over to you. You give Gunil one last look before hitting the button. The song began to play backwards and the room started to blur.

You were back in your bedroom. Only the cassette player wasn’t with you. 

“Y/n can you come help me with these boxes?” your mom asked you. Help her with boxes? Like on the day you time traveled. You checked the date, surely enough it was the morning of the day you left. 

“And why exactly have you decided to take a trip down memory lane?” you asked your mom. Letting out a heave as you set the heavy box down on your mom’s bed. 

“I watched Jetsons: The Movie yesterday and it got me feeling nostalgic,” your mom answers you, taking off the lid to the box. “My old cassette player!” your mom called out excitedly as she pulled the old device from the box. “I used to use this all the time,” she tells you. There it is the very cassette player that took you back in time. 

“So much that it cracked,” you joked. Despite knowing very well where the crack came from.

“I actually don’t remember it having a crack,” your mom said, scratching her head.

“Must’ve gotten dropped at some point,” you say, recalling the memory of Gunil pulling out of the way of the speeding vehicle. 

“I wonder if it still works. I’ll buy batteries for it when I go out later,” she says. You looked into the box and pulled out the year book, flipping to the page with Gunil and your mom. A sad smile appeared on your face. Your finger slowly rubbed over Gunil’s image. 

“He wasn’t my boyfriend if that’s what you’re wondering,” your mom pulls you from your gaze.

“Honey, are you ok? Your eyes are red,” your mom looked at you concerned.

“I think some dust got in my eyes when we pulled the boxes down,” you lied.

“Let me go get you a wet rag,” your mom hurried away. You missed Gunil. You missed him so much it hurt. You want to cry looking at his picture. Now you know he mistook your mom for you that day. That he was probably all excited to see you again, pulling you into a super tight back hug. Only to find out that it wasn’t you. “Here you go. Wipe your eyes,” your mom gives you the rag. You couldn’t hold the couple of stray tears that escaped as you held the rag to your eyes. 

Later in the day when your mom got back with the batteries you listened to the cassette with her.

“Can I keep this for a while?” you asked her. 

“Of course you can! Ooh I’ll go grab you my other cassettes to listen to.” She went to grab the other cassette. You didn’t plan on listening to them though. You were only going to listen to this one and remember your time spent in the 90s with Gunil. Still when she returned you brought the cassettes up to your room and sat them down.

“We found my old cassette player this morning,” your mom tells your dad as you all eat dinner. 

“Oh really? Does it still work?” he asked. 

“Yeah, but it has this crack across the lid that I don’t remember it having,” she answered. 

“Guess it's a mystery,” your dad said. 

“No, I dropped it when I time traveled back to 1990,” you say. 

“That’s a good one,” your dad chuckled. 

After dinner you headed up to your room. You laid down in your bed and listened to the cassette player. Tears cascaded down your face. 

For the next week you cooped up in your room. Feeling what you would call a heartbreak. The worst part was that you couldn’t talk about it. All you could do was listen to the cassette as you thought about your memories with Gunil and his friends. You wished that you could see Gunil one last time. You spent the bulk of your time there worrying about how to get back home, but now ironically enough all you want to do is go back, just one more time. 

“Please, please, just one more time,” you pleaded. 

“Y/n!” You opened your eyes and there Gunil is standing right in front of you. 

“Gunil!” You throw yourself into his arms. He crushes you in the tightest hug. “Wait, how is this possible? I didn’t hit rewind or anything.” 

“I need to do something I really regretted not doing before you left,” he said. 

“What’s that?” you questioned. 

Gunil cups your face just like he did when he was saying goodbye. Expect this time instead of leaning in and kissing your forehead, his lips land on yours. Your hands travel to his shoulders and one of his hands moves to cradle the back of your head. 

“That.” He pulls away to rest his forehead against yours. “I really regretted not doing that.”

Your eyes open and again and your back in your bedroom. You don’t know if what just happened was a dream or not. You decide to go with not because you wanted it to be real. 

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“Honey, can you run to the store real quick? I realized I forgot something for dinner tonight,” your mom asked your dad.

“Does dinner really need it?” your dad asked. 

“Yes, why are you too lazy to go?” 

“No, Seungmin grocery shops today I don’t want to run into him,”

“Are you serious? After all these years do you still hate Seungmin that much?” Your mom asked in disbelief. 

“It’s not my fault I ran into him at the grocery store. He just had to bag his belongings quicker than me. He's a stupidly fast asshole,” your dad complained.

“I’ll go mom,” you speak up. You needed to see Seungmin. 

“Thank you,” your mom told you. 

You arrived at the store, found what your mom needed for dinner and then walked around looking for Seungmin, hoping that he was there. 

“Oh Seungmin!” you called out when you saw a guy that looked like he could be an older version of Seungmin. The dude turns around at you looking perplexed at who could be calling his name. 

“Y/n?” he said. 

“You believe me now right?”

“How is this possible?” 

“You know how it is. Time travel,” you sassed. 

“You look exactly the same,” he says. He’s still partly in denial.

“Yeah, it’s been 34 years for you, but It’s only been a week for me. Are you and Gunil still friends?” you asked, changing your tone. 

“We’re friends for life,” Seungmin stated “Give me your phone,” he told you. 

“Why?” you asked, still pulling out your phone nonetheless. Seungmin took it from you and began to type something in. 

“You should give him a call. He’s been waiting,” Seungmin said. You stare down at the number typed on your phone screen. 

You got into the car and sat down. You stared at the number once more before hitting the call button. You feel butterflies dancing in your stomach. 

“Hello?” he picked up. 

“Hey Gunil,” you say. 

“Y/n?” he asked. He looked over to the stuffed turtle that he still keeps on his bed even after all these years.

“You’ve been waiting a long time right?”

“I’d wait forever if I had too.”

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Puzzle pieces

3900 words/lee Lyla ler Miguel/romantic relationship

The orange lights of Miguel’s office illuminated his facial structure, highlighting his cheekbones and extenuating the contours of his face.

Tapping away at numerous screens, watching and cataloginging, almost as if it was Miguel's second nature.

His efforts were tireless, consistently observing different encounters between anomalies and spidermen alike, outsourcing locations and listing the number of captives that needed to be sent to their original dimensions.

His posture was a rigid Miguel‘s shoulders hunched as he put all focus and energy into the screens in front of him. Steady breaths were the only thing that could be heard beyond the whirrs and hums of the machines surrounding him. Totally engrossed in his work,Miguel was unable to register the gentle, yellow hue that materialized itself next to him.

The yellow contrasted with the orange light, yet miguel still was unaware of the presence next to him.

“Hey, big guy”

Miguel had to force himself to refrain from jumping at the newly noticed noise, simply bristling for a moment then smoothly looking over to the source of the noise.

Miguel's eyes landed on a pair of bright pink glasses, much too large for the face they were resting on. The yellow light shone like an angelic presence. Illuminating the dark room with soft, hopeful hues.

“Lyla, don't sneak up on me like that”

Miguel's voice sounded more disinterested than he had hoped, the cold tone seeping into his now shared environment with venomous vigor. Red eyes glowed in the darkness, the velvet colored spheres seeming almost to float, the rest of Miguel's body fading in the background.

Both of them glowed, watching each other.

Miguel opened his mouth, fangs falling on his bottom lip. He tried to conjure up some type of an apology, he hadnt meant to be so cold. The tone of his reprimand now creating an uncomfortable, awkward silence.

Before he could speak, lyla glitched closer to him, her hologram standing at what would be her regular human height. Still so much smaller compared to the monument Miguel's physique had become after all these years.

“I want to be in my body today.”

Lyla blinked a few times, and Miguel had to suppress a smile at how unneeded blinking was for her. Finding a sense of amusement in the undeniably human behavior that she had picked up.

Lyla’s physical body was finicky to say the least it often disconnected her from its metal casing. It often ran out of battery prematurely. It often felt strange for lyla to walk.

Her body was still a glorified prototype, but Lyla loved it all the same. Finally to interact with her world, with Miguel. To cling to him, to finally connect with him in a tangible sense.

“Okay”

Miguel blinked, realizing how sterilized his answer had sounded.

“Yes of course, we can do that Lyla.”

Still awkward, but at least he sounded more enthusiastic. Lyla only smiled, her thick eyelashes clumping together behind her glasses.

“It will get me away from these screens anyway.”

Miguel chuckled, glancing at lyla as he took a step from the abstract orange inner workings of his technology.

“Just like how you've been asking me to do all day”

Sass seeped out of Miguel’s words, his hips swinging to the side as he fully turned away from his tech. A smug smile appeared on his face before he smoothly jumped off his platform. Looking back at lyla, waiting for her to follow.

Lyla’s glitching form cascaded down, jumping from place to place, before settling herself next to miguel.

“Margo, please see to it that all the channels are being monitored, Lyla and I have some matters to attend to”

Miguel spoke gently, yet confidently into his watch. His long legs allowing him to stride across his office with ease.

Lyla giggled, wondering if Miguel had noticed that he had used what lyla proclaimed as the “Miguel customer service voice”

Miguel turned his head to the source of the giggling, his eyes half lidded. While his mouth remained in a neutral line, his brows had remained unfurrowed.

He was sufficiently amused.

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The doors to the “special lab” as Miguel liked to call it, opened with a woosh, closing right behind Lyla and her companion.

Despite its flaws, lylas body was beautiful.

Silicone casing that mimicked human skin so perfectly, near flawless wiring, and implanted synthetic hairs. Ignoring the seams, and the mechanical core of the body, she would look fully human.

The yellow cast of lylas body glitching around the room brought a small smile to Miguel’s face, slowly striding to follow Lylas excited glitches

Finally reaching the table her body rested upon, Miguel sat beside the husk, reaching to support the back of its head with his hand. Holding it gently, like a glass sculpture.

“Go on then”

Miguel encouraged motioning for lyla to connect with her physical form.

A bit surprised at her lack of hesitation, Miguel chuckled to himself when Lyla immediately began to synchronize with the husk, her holoform slowly fading away.

After a few moments, the machine wirled to life, the hydraulics began to generate noise as Miguel helped lyla slowly sit up. Still acclimating to her physical form.

Her body hummed with life, electric fields resonating inside of her.

Deeming Lyla able to properly sit up by herself, Miguel slowly got up, padding over to retrieve her coat from the hook it was hung upon. Acquiring an exact replica of Lyla’s fur coat had not been easy, Miguel had to scout multiple tailors before finding one who was willing to embed such an intricate design onto the soft, near fuzzy material of the coat.

Yet he didn't regret any of it. Miguel would do anything for his Lyla.

Miguel slipped the coat around lylas shoulders, taking extra care to make sure the garment wouldn't fall off. Fastening the lapels firmly around her chest.

Lylas giggles caught Miguel by surprise, rearing his head to the side to look at her. Yet Lyla, absolutely loss in a haze of giddiness, puzzled him slightly.

“Lyla?”

Miguel's inquisition was nearly cut off by Lylas exclamation.

“It tickles!”

Puzzled, Miguel looked down at his hands, unbenounced to him, he had begun to rub and massage the base of lylas neck. Subconsciously trying to sooth the AI, not realizing her sensory settings had still yet to be fully developed.

“Oh- sorry Lyla I didn't mean-”

“It’s fine”

Lylas interruption utterly perturbed miguel, such an adament statement with such a large smile on her face.

Miguel knew lyla, he knew her quirks and the way lylas eyebrows would knit when she was being serious.

But the expression on lylas face was far from serious. A wide, toothy grin was plastered on her face. Her glasses slightly crooked from lylas hyper giggling.

“Don't be sorry Miguel”

Lyla leaned into Miguel's frame, nuzzling her cheek into his wide chest.

“It feels nice… I like it when you tickle me”

Miguel's face burned a deep shade of red. Something about lylas casual confession embarrassed Miguel to his very core. Perhaps it provided an unwanted looking glass into his own desires.

Miguel shook away the thought with a series of blinks, noting to himself to never indulge in such a thought again.

Rather Miguel chose to focus on Lyla, the culprit of his newfound confusion. He watched as Lyla’s grin held steadfast, looking up at Miguel expectantly. As if Lyla had hoped her confession would be rewarded with more of the sensations she enjoyed so thoroughly.

Miguel only stared back at her, feeling more than compelled to provide her with all she desired.

He waited a Moment, averting his gaze. Unsheathed claws began to pick at one another before Miguel raised his wrist towards his chin.

“Unexpected obligations have come up, please excuse my absence.”

Miguel didn't think he could register a portal fast enough. The omni colored hues of the gateway illuminating both him and his Lyla.

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His bedroom was dim, just how Miguel liked it. Lyla felt nearly weightless in his arms, despite the metals she was composed of.

Despite Miguel's ornate urge to playfully throw Lyla onto the large bed the two often slept together on, He simply laid Lyla down gently. Taking great care as to not jostle her too hard.

“Miguel you big softie”

Lyla smiled, wrapping her arms around Miguel's neck as he maneuvered himself to cage her between his muscular arms.

Miguel's eyes glowed an invigorating bright red, as he stared Lyla down, analyzing every little feature of hers before leaning down, and softly locking her lips with his own.

Miguel always felt some ornate guilt every time he indulged in moments like this with Lyla. He always felt as if he was taking advantage of her in some way, despite her protests and reassurance. Some part of Miguel was afraid that Lyla had some predisposed reason to love him. That she felt required to love him due to Miguel being her creator.

“Miguel, don't be an idiot.”

Lyla’s round eyes stared back up at his, her lips forming into a disapproving pout. She always knew what he was thinking. All these years together it was a bit impossible not to understand every little change of expression or falter in words.

“I like you, that shouldn't be wrong.”

Her pout morphed into something akin to a scowl, lylas brows furrowed as her eyes narrowed. Obviously she seemed to be frustrated with Miguel's constant self retribution.

Lips locked once more as Lyla leaned up, kissing the corner of Miguel’s mouth in quick, succeeding pecks.

Miguel leaned down, resting his forehead on his companion’s, breathing steadily. He would give up his disapproving thoughts for now, Miguel never enjoyed making Lyla unhappy.

“Did you still want me too uh…”

Miguel swallowed, his words no louder than a murmur.

“You know”

He closed his eyes in an attempt to avoid Lyla’s gaze, focusing on peppering kisses along her neck. Keeping his attention at the junction between her collarbone and jugular. Miguel hoped that keeping Lyla entertained in this way would deter her from prying about his sheepishness. Unfortunately Miguel’s efforts proved futile.

“I'm the one asking to be tickled, but you’re the one getting embarrassed”

Lyla chuckled, mostly due to the barrage of kissing but the humor of her current situation failed to escape her.

“That's pretty funny”

Her chuckle transitioned into bubbly giggling as Miguel’s fervent kissing began to contain more fangs than lips, as he began to gently nibble at the vulnerable skin on lylas neck.

Lyla eagerly craned her head to the side. She hoped that if Miguel gained access to more skin, he would continue his love bites with ease.

And so he did.

Passionate kisses and nibbles trailed up Lylas neck with no hesitation. Causing electric shocks to glide through her body and settle in her chest. Her giggling never faltered. Elated chirps of laughter filled the room as Miguel began to wander his hands up and down Lyla's sides.

Miguel relished in Lyla’s sweet laughter, lifting his head up from her neck in an attempt to see her smile. Lyla’s teeth were ever so crooked, and her nose crinkled in her mirth.

His admiration for lyla had overshadowed Miguel's self doubt, egging him on. Beckoning his fingers to wiggle and squeeze just a bit faster.

“Miguehehel!!”

Lyla squeaked, her hands smoothed down Miguel's back, clutching onto the excess fabric of his shirt. Completely lost in her joyful hysterics.

Her pink,heart-shaped glasses sat crooked on her face, jostled due to the cheery wiggling that Lyla seemed to be unable to contain.

Miguel felt a response was unneeded, he simply remained listening to Lyla's laughter. Wiggling his fingers into the backs of her ribs, or at least the welded steel that mimicked where her ribs would be.

“Miggy!”

Lylas use of his nickname caused Miguel to look up from his diligent work. Slowing his motions down slightly, in fear that he was pushing Lyla too far.

“Lyla?”

His inquiry was soft, barely heard over the residual giggling that was escaping Lyla’s lips.

“It tickles” lyla took in an unneeded breath “Tickles real bad”

Lylas smile never faltered, her brown eyes glistened behind her glasses. Looking up at Miguel, she slipped her arms down from miguels back, dragging her fingertips down Miguel's shoulders, finally holding his large biceps in both hands.

“Do you want me to stop?”

Miguel frowned, concerned about a possible short circuit due to the constant stimulation being provided to Lyla’s servers.

“Do you want to stop?”

Lyla’s smug smile taunted Miguel and his patience. He knew full well that lyla was only trying to get a reaction out of him. goading Miguel into really letting loose and devouring her like she desired..

He could see as lyla began to calculate the most plausible outcome of her teasing, hoping that she would receive the response that she so desired.

How could Miguel deny her such a thing?

With a sort of playful roughness, Miguel pressed Lyla into the bed with his own weight, nuzzling into her neck to nip and gnaw at her nape. He dragged his fangs across her jugular, letting out small snarls and growls as he did so.

Miguel didn't mind playing monster for her, for his Lyla. Whatever made her happy, made him happy. Not to mention the playfulness seemed to actively draw out dread from his heart, leaving him feeling lighter, happier.

Lyla’s gleeful giggles and squeals filled his mind as he snuck his taloned fingers under the hem of her top, dragging the pinpoints ever so gently on her pseudo-skin.

“Miguel! Oh god- it's so bahahad!”

Lyla was wriggling fully, the tickling and teasing seemed to cause her software to somewhat lose control of her bodily function. This only made Miguel chuckle fondly, retracting his claws to skitter up and down Lylas' bare stomach with his blunt nails.

“I'm glad to see your body is functioning better now”

Miguel observed with an utterly neutral tone, trying to tease Lyla even further, as if he wasn’t currently drawing a barrage of sweet giggles from the AI. It was interesting to see how functional she was, a mere 2 weeks ago and this interaction was most likely impossible.

“I think the- the software!”

Lyla cut herself off with a hearty round of giggles, accompanied by a couple snorts.

“The software update helped, I think!”

The sentence was very much rushed out, Lyla obviously trying to fight against the steady stream of laughter. She tilted her head back, subtly signaling to Miguel that she wanted him to nibble there once more. If Lyla wasn't Lyla, and Miguel wasn't Miguel, the signal may have not worked. But Lyla was so very pleased when it did.

Miguel lightly blew cold air on Lylas neck, chuckling when she flinched.

“Just making sure your sensors are working”

Lyla simply scoffed, it was easy to catch Miguel in such a silly lie. She knew exactly why he did it; to mess with her. Miguel could be such a pain sometimes, especially when he was feeling playful.

Fangs suddenly unsheathed as Miguel nipped and nibbled at the exposed skin below Lylas ear. His fingers continued their expedition, wiggling up and down Lylas torso. He even lingered around her hips, giving them a few rapid squeezes before climbing up to just below her underarms.

Her body tensed up at the constant changing of sensation. Her algorithm could hardly keep track of the stimulus changes detected by her sensors. The preoccupation caused the underlying mechanisms of her psyche to cloud. Leaving her mind in a blissful state of static. Just what she wanted. No having to track Miguel’s vitals, or categorize the many anomalies that still occasionally slipped through the metaphorical cracks of space and time.

Lyla loved Miguel, loved him as much as her pulsing wires and chips could manage. But she got tired, so many hours of watching, learning, teaching. She needed a break, and she was so grateful Miguel was here to give her one.

All she could think of was his kisses, and his fangs, oh his fangs. Lyla had grown to adore the sharp canines that Miguel possessed. How they so gently poked into her skin, how they peeked out of his lips in every smile, how the fangs would often catch on his lip, causing her to giggle and point out the accident as Miguel would flush and look away as he adjusted his lips.

Right now, Miguel was nibbling into her with utmost care. Dragging his teeth across her jugular as he growled out praise and horribly embarrassing observations about Lyla arching her stomach up towards him. Miguel was so warm, such a soft and comforting force emitting from such a stark and rigid man

His hand lay its palm flat on lylas stomach, flexing and relaxing his fingers in a steady pattern. Miguel's fingertips played with the silicone, feeling the incredibly smooth surface. Gently prodding and guiding his fingers along her softness, savoring how her body ebbed and flowed along with his perfectly.

Even when lyla arched her back, her stomach and hips seemed to connect perfectly with his torso. Two puzzle pieces perfectly intertwined.

“Should I.. no.. no that’s childish.”

Miguel cut himself off before his thought could be fully realized, shaking his head and continuing to wiggle his fingers gently into lylas middle.

“Whaha- what, what is it miguel?”

Lyla fought back her giggles for a moment, forcing out coherent words. Giddiness be damned, her desire to make Miguel express himself won all her mental battles.

Miguel flushed for a moment, his ears becoming hot. He looked away, changing focus to the neatly printed on freckles that sprinkled Lyla’s arms.

“Miguel, I’m waiting”

He bit back a growl, keeping himself from scribbling his talons wildly into her stomach. His fingers stilled and he lay his head onto Lyla’s shoulder. Positioning himself so that only his cheek made contact with her form. Laying on his side next to her, he let out a sigh.

“Do not laugh at me.”

“Wouldn't dream of it, Miguel.”

Despite her situation Lyla possessed a rather smug grin, finding joy in his awkward and self conscious mannerisms. She found it quite amusing how Miguel bore embarrassment for his theoretical next move, but none for the barrage of tickling he had just put the AI through.

Miguel swallowed, closing his eyes momentarily before opening them. Zeroing in on lylas exposed midsection. He lifted his hand and dangled his fingers about a half foot above her body.

“The.. uh the itsy-bitsy spider, crawled..”

Talons were unleashed, and his hand plunged ever so softly into the soft synthetic flesh right below Lyla’s belly button. Crawling his fingers ever so slowly up her torso, acting as if his hand was a spider itself.

Miguel's brows knit together as he fought the blush currently creeping up his neck. Scrunching his nose as he pushed through the shame.

“… up the water spout. Down came the rain and…”

Miguel grimaced, crawling his talons all the way up to the middle of Lyla’s ribs. Taking a moment to tweak a couple of the bones. Which earned sweet giggles from Lyla, which were already bubbling up due to Miguel’s both goofy and reluctant singing.

“Washed the… spider out- oh god. okay okay I’m sorry Lyla I just can’t .”

Miguel let out a dramatic sigh, burying his face into Lyla’s shoulder and letting out a defeated breath of air. Lyla burst into bright laughter, partly due to Miguel dragging his claws down her stomach, but mostly because of Miguel’s now shattered ego.

Miguel chuckled as he shook his head into lylas shoulder, the cringing feeling of shame rushing over him. It was an uncomfortable chuckle, a sort of laugh whose only purpose was to attempt to alleviate some of the tension accumulating onto his psyche.

Lyla smiled and adjusted her position, bringing her knees up and planting her feet flat on the mattress. Focusing on how Miguel’s tickling turned into gentle rubbing.

She sighed happily, focusing on how her sensors registered the palm of Miguel’s hand, repeating soft, circular motions on her stomach. Settling herself into her pillow, she wiggled against Miguel’s frame. Settling herself between his arms.

Miguel followed her lead wrapping his body around hers. Strong arms crossed over her chest and he tucked lylas head under his chin. Puzzle pieces fully pressed together. Making one perfect, beautiful shape.

He leaned his head down, nuzzling his nose into Lyla’s head before inhaling gently. She smelled soft. A sort of gentle, nearly bland smell. A slight hint of mild perfume, and the fresh scent of laundry. The calming smell began to release the tension between his shoulders. As Miguel’s body began to relax a soft purr began to rumble in his throat.

His body closed comfortably around his Lyla, clutching her like a stuffed toy. She was so perfect, so soft. So comforting. Lyla was Miguel’s perfect companion; she combated his worst and complemented his best.

They were two different people intrinsically intertwined. Fated to never be fully apart from each other. Both Miguel and Lyla held the other in their hearts, never to be discarded.

Miguel opened his mouth to speak, mumbling into the top of lylas head. His words were soft, lacking the edge they usually did when Miguel held the persona of the spider society's leader.

“I love you Lyla.”

He spoke gently, yet with confidence. Miguel's words were not a confession, rather an affirmation.

“I love you too Miguel.”

Lyla intertwined her fingers with Miguel’s, feeling the rough calluses that had formed where his talons would emerge. Such rough hands always treated her so gently, with utmost kindness and care.

The pair laid there, both taking the other in. Miguel nearly began to dose off, sleepless nights finally rearing their heads to nip at his conscience.

That was until his eyes shot awake with realization.

“I left Margo alone”

His words cut off as he unlatched himself from Lyla’s body, rolling off the bed and landing on his feet in quick succession.

“Alone to monitor all the channels.”

Lyla finished Miguel’s thought for him, scooting off the bed herself before she was able to touch the tips of her toes onto the floor.

Miguel stretched out an arm to Lyla, offering a stabilizing force to help the AI steady herself as she stood.

“Please excuse my uh, long absence. My obligations seemed to draw on longer than I had expected.”

Miguel took a short breath, changing the channel of his watch and speaking once more into the device. His voice much less authoritative in tone.

“Margo please take a break at your earliest convenience”

He paused before continuing, playing with his claws.

“Sorry for leaving you for so long, I’m back in the building already, so don’t worry.”

Miguel winced at his own awkward attempts to sound friendly, and the blatant lie he had told. Yet some of the shame was relieved when Margo responded to his message with a deadpan, albeit playful response.

“Back to work Miguel?”

Miguel flicked his wrist and opened another portal, the orange hues lighting up the cool tones of his bedroom.

“Back to work Lyla.”

The pair held hands as they stepped through the portal. Always together, fitting like matching puzzle pieces.

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thank you everybody for taking the time to read my fic!! I know lyla and Miguel can be a bit of a rare pair but this ship is very near and dear to my heart. I hope that you enjoyed reading! If you have any suggestions for another fan fiction please leave me a message in my ask box!!

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03 | miyamura x reader

synopsis | with the first day of school comes new opportunities, new friends, and new memories! though with new memories some old ones may begin to resurface

word count | 2k+

note | this’ll be the last fast update in a LONG while since we’re caught up to my most recent ao3 chap. if you ever see me mess up the reader’s pronouns please let me know! im trying to keep this book as gender neutral as i can :’)

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You stirred, turning over on your side to avoid the sun’s rays shining through your window. A few seconds later you shift again in an attempt to get comfortable and fall asleep. This happens again, again, and again.

Finally, you sit up angrily while blinking slowly, letting your eyes adjust to the brightness in your room. Turning to your right you find what caused a disturbance in your sleep; you had left your curtains open. You sighed, silently reminding yourself not to forget to shut the curtains anymore.

You slowly turn to your left to look at the clock hanging on your wall, only to become confused. According to your clock, the time was currently midnight, but the sun shining through your window begged to differ. Ah, I forgot to change the batteries.. You laid back down on your bed, reaching over to grab your phone and check the time.

“Eight am? Huh, I thought it was already noon..” You yawned and pulled your blanket over your body, slowly falling back into a peaceful slumber.

Suddenly, reality hit.

You flung your blanket off of you and jumped out of bed, scrambling to get changed into your school uniform. The sleepiness you felt earlier seemingly evaporated into thin air as you realized that today was the first day of school. You couldn’t believe such an important day completely slipped your mind.

After changing you rushed down the stairs to see your grandma placing your lunch down on the counter. Hearing your loud footsteps she turned to look at you and smiled, “I was just about to wake you up, did you sleep well?”

“No! I mean yes! But I think I’m going to be late!” You babbled, quickly stuffing your lunch into your backpack and thanking her for making it.

Your grandma watched as you ran to the front door in a panic trying to quickly slip on your shoes. She laughed, “Sweetie the school isn’t that far from here. You’re not late.”

It seemed as though her words went in through one ear and out the other because the moment you slipped on your shoes you shouted a quick ‘love you bye!’ and dashed out the door.

Your grandma shook her head and laughed. Your liveliness brought a warmth into her home that she hadn’t felt in awhile, and she gladly welcomed it.

You were beginning to think that maybe, just maybe, your grandma was right.

After jogging for a bit you started to notice other students wearing the same uniform as you. Unlike you though, they were walking as if they had all the time in the world. You stopped jogging after you got weird stares.

You quickly reached the school and followed a group of girls inside the building. Once inside you saw many students crowding around a board looking for their classes. Among the horde of people you noticed a guy with long black hair and glasses. You stared for a moment. He looks cute.. you think, but quickly shake your head. First the guy from the bakery and now this stranger? I think I have a type..

You look away from the cute stranger, not wanting another repeat of what happened with the cute baker. You do the same as the other students and begin scanning the board for your name. Finally, after what felt like an eternity of searching, you find your name. Y/N L/N.. class one! Hopefully someone will be nice enough to show me where that is..

“Oh, it’s you. Did you enjoy your coffee cake and cinnamon roll?”

Hearing the voice, you turn your head to look. There in front of you stood the cute boy you noticed earlier. Wait a second..

You give him a confused look before taking a cautious step back, “How did you know what I ate yesterday? Are you a stalker?”

He also takes a step back but fearfully shakes his head while raising his hands in defense. “N-No! You’ve got it all wrong! I was the one working at the register that day!”

Then it clicked. Now it made sense—the same long black hair, the same blue eyes, and the same gloomy attitude—that’s why you thought he was cute!

“Oh sorry! It’s just that you look so different outside of school I didn’t recognize you!”

He laughed. “Yea, I’ve been told.”

You laughed with him. “To answer your question, yes I did enjoy the coffee cake and cinnamon roll. To be honest, after eating them I almost went back to buy more because of how good they were..”

“You should have! Don’t be afraid to stop by for more. If you want, you can come over today and I’ll have something prepared for you.”

Your eyes lit up, how could he be so kind? “Yes please! I'll make sure to stop by today!” Now you couldn’t wait until the school day was over. You could already smell the warm scent of baked goods.

He nodded. “Alright, my name's Miyamura by the way.” He extended his hand to you.

You shook his hand enthusiastically, “Nice to meet you Miyamura! My name’s Y/N. I still can’t believe you also go to this school.” You laughed.

What the both of you didn’t notice was a brunette girl silently watching the whole interaction. She watched you two talk and laugh together as if you were old friends. Another girl walked up to her, her sleeve covering her mouth. “Hey Hori, who’s that talking to Miyamura?” The blonde girl asked her friend.

Hori shrugged her shoulders. “Don’t know, I don’t think I’ve ever seen them before.”

Then again, Hori never acknowledged Miyamura before he showed up at her house, so maybe she has seen you before. She really didn’t know. I’ll ask Miyamura about it later.. she thought to herself. She turned to ask her purple haired friend what class he got put in when she noticed he had vanished from his previous spot. Where’d Tooru go? He was just here.. Hori’s eyes quickly scanned the area when she spotted him standing by Miyamura, using him as an armrest.

“Woa, what’s this? Is our Miyamura about to sneak off with someone?” Tooru smirked jokingly.

Miyamura was quick to shrug him off. “It’s not like that! I was just asking them what class they’re in..” Miyamura mumbled, not wanting to scare you off with Tooru’s unfunny joke.

Tooru’s eyes widened, a bit shocked that Miyamura would start a conversation with a random person. “Oh sweet, what class are you in?” He asked, looking at the board filled with names even though he didn’t know yours.

“I’m in class one!”

“Oh cool! That means you’re in the same class as us!” Tooru offered you a smile.

You smiled back; his happy attitude was rubbing off on you. You were glad that so far the day was going good. You had been nervous days leading up to this moment, but so far the people you’ve met have given you no reason to be nervous.

“Miyamura, Tooru, who are you guys talking to?”

Tooru and Miyamura look back and take a step to the side, revealing a beautiful girl with golden eyes and chestnut brown hair. Behind her stood a petite girl with light olive green hair. The brunette stared at you curiously before looking back to the boys, waiting for someone to answer.

“Oh! My name’s Y/N! I was just telling them what class I was in.” You explained shyly. Who would’ve thought talking to a pretty girl could be so intimidating.

Hori quirked a brow. “You guys all know each other?”

You all shake your heads. “I only know Miyamura.” You reply.

Miyamura nods in agreement. “Yea, we met..” He hesitated for a moment, “..a couple of days ago at my parent’s bakery. I was just asking them if they enjoyed the pastries.”

Hori seemingly let out a sigh of relief which went unnoticed by you, but not Miyamura. “Well it’s nice to meet you, my name’s Hori, this is Yuki, Tooru, and you’ve already met Miyamura.”

You bowed in greeting. “It’s nice to meet you all.”

They returned your gesture and you noticed Yuki staring at you curiously. “By any chance are you new here? I don’t remember seeing you around anywhere.”

You laughed nervously. “Yeah I am new here, was it that obvious?”

“Since they’re new, we should show them around! Right, Hori?” Tooru quickly turns his head to Hori, waiting for her approval.

Hori looked taken aback. “You don’t need my permission to do that. I don’t mind showing them around as long as we get to class on time.”

Tooru squealed happily and gently grabbed your shoulders, pushing you into the direction of a hallway. Yuki and Hori followed while Miyamura stayed behind, a mixture of sadness and confusion swirling around in his eyes at the familiar sight. It was only your first day and you had already made friends, just like you did years before. He didn’t know how to feel about seeing you after such a long time, especially now that it seems you don’t remember him the way he remembers you.

The final bell rang, signaling an end to the school day at long last. You stretched in your chair, trying to loosen up the stiff muscles you’ve obtained from sitting for so long. The excitement of the day has worn off and now you feel exhausted. Standing up from your chair you stretch again, this time hearing a couple of joints pop. Once I get home, I’m taking a nap..

“Oh, you’re leaving too Y/N?”

You turn and see Miyamura standing up from his chair and slipping his backpack on. You nod, doing the same as him. “Yea, I just wanna go home and sleep.”

“Since we’re both leaving I’ll walk you out.” Miyamura holds the door open for you and you thank him.

You turn to the lovely people you hope to soon call your friends and wave at them goodbye. The group happily returns your gesture, except for one. If you can recall correctly her name was Hori. Her smile didn’t quite reach your eyes and she seemed tired. You don’t judge her for it though, maybe she also felt the day was draining.

After the two of you leave, Hori remains looking at the door with a forlorn expression. Yuki notices and nudges her, silently asking her friend what was wrong.

“I know Miyamura said they just met, but.. I can’t help but worry..” Hori mumbled.

Yuki leaned on her hand, letting out a hum of understandment. Despite Hori not saying it out loud, it was obvious she was beginning to like Miyamura more than a friend. The two always hung out after school and Miyamura was glued to Hori’s side most of the school day. “I’m sure it’s nothing to worry about. Miyamura was probably just being polite since they were leaving at the same time.” Yuki tried to reassure her friend, but it seemed her words fell on deaf ears as Hori’s head fell hard on the table, startling a few people that remained in the class.

But he usually walks home with me.. Hori sighed. The way he looked at you was more than a stranger he just met. He looked at you like he was relieved to finally see you, as if he had been missing you for years. Hori wondered if you two were truly strangers.

You walk out the school gate with Miyamura by your side. The sun was in the golden hour stage, giving everything its light touched a soft glowing look. Miyamura was no exception. The golden light made his black hair look almost brown and his long eyelashes made his blue eyes stand out. Somehow the lighting seemed to make him even more attractive.

“Is there something on my face?”

You jumped at the sound of his voice. Your face heated up once you realized you were caught staring, again. At this point he probably thinks I’m a weirdo.. you silently cry. “No! I was just.. admiring your lashes! They’re very long, I’m jealous!” You blurt out, hoping that he’d believe your half lie.

He coughed and quickly covered his mouth with his hand. When he didn’t stop coughing you began to pat his back, worried that he was actually choking. When he stopped coughing he cleared his throat. “T-Thank you, you’re actually not the first to tell me that.” He said softly, blush dusting his cheeks.

“Oh? Who else has told you?”

“It was Hori.”

Mm.. I’m guessing they’re close then? You thought to yourself, squinting to see his lashes. She must’ve gotten really close to his face in order to see, I wonder if they’re together.. You really hope that wasn’t the case or else walking with him alone would make you seem like you were trying to get in between them.

“Hori seemed really tired when we left. I hope she’s ok.”

Miyamura hesitated for a moment, thinking about what he should say. He had an idea as to why she seemed tired, but he also knew how secretive she was with her life outside of school, so he couldn’t go into too much detail. “She just has a lot on her plate. She helps the student council out even though she’s not a part of it.” He told you.

“Ah, I see.” You let out a sigh of relief. So she wasn’t upset about Miyamura walking home with me, she’s so kind for helping the student council..

The rest of the walk home was spent in a comfortable silence. Miyamura silently walked by your side while you curiously looked at everything around you. At some point you pass by a park. It looked relatively empty, excluding the small family of ducks that swam around in the small pond. You make a mental note to check it out later.

At some point the two of you come across a road that splits. Thinking that this is the end of your walk together, you turn to tell Miyamura goodbye, but he continues to walk. “Wait a minute,” You pause, “you live in that direction?”

“Mm? Oh yea, I live not too far from the bakery.”

You were a bit surprised, but didn’t let it show on your face. “Seriously? Me too! Your bakery is just a couple of blocks away from my house! And don’t you think that I forgot what you told me earlier! I’m still expecting that treat you promised!”

He laughed, “I haven’t forgotten either, don't worry. I’ll be stopping by my house first though so it might take awhile for it to be prepared.”

The rest of the walk home was spent chatting about the sweets he knew how to bake. You found out his mom actually owned the bakery and he planned on continuing to work there even after high school. You told him you’d be their number one customer.

The familiar building you’ve come to call home soon comes up in your view and you can’t help but smile, already imagining how comfortable your bed would feel surrounded by your soft blankets. You reach your house and stop along with Miyamura. You give a small wave, “Well, this is me. See you later!”

“Hold on, you live here?”

Confused, you nod. Miyamura is shocked for a moment, but a small smile begins to grow on his face. “I actually live in the apartment building right next to you.” He points to the building on the left side of your home.

You couldn’t believe it. First you see him at the bakery, next you see him at school and in the same class as you, and now you find out he’s your neighbor.

“Woa.. the world really is small..” You mumble.

thank you for reading till the end! :D

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[russellsppttemplates]

Hey Inês, I hope you had a good weekend🥰 I’ve been thinking a lot about driver’s sister x Lando (or Charles or George) and being delivered to her brothers house drunk out of her mind but her brother isn’t there and who better to look after her than his best friend who she has a huge crush on

Note: reader is George's sister and best friends with Mick as I don't write for Lando

Tw: mentions alcohol consumption

"Y/N, don't you think you should go home?", Mick asked as he walked up to the booth, handing you the bottle of water he got at the counter.

"Oh, George is going to be mad, isn't he?", you said after taking a few sips, "he said that I should drink responsibly, but in my defense, I trusted Lily and Alex, and look where it has brought me?", you gestured to your state. At least you recognised the situation, Mick thought, and that had to be a good sign, right? Despite the drunkenness, you were still alert enough to understand his commands and walk with him to call Alex and Lily so you could all leave.

"Is George going to be mad at me too? Are you going to tell him?", Alex asked as he looked at you in the passenger seat, "Alex, stay back on the seat. How did you even get the seat belt to stretch that much?", Mick checked him in the rear view mirror, seeing Lily pull her boyfriend so his back hit the carseat.

"We're just parking up to his house, maybe you can tell him", Mick said. Despite knowing you would be able to look after yourself, Mick still thought it would be better to check if George or Carmen were home. While some renovations were being done at your new place, George insisted you spent the three weeks with him and Carmen, not seeing the need to go somewhere else and sering the opportunity to spend more time with you and so that Carmen could have company when he travelled for races.

A quick ring for your brother's phone and a text from Carmen were all Mick needed to make his decision, "Carmen says that George's phone ran out of battery as he tried to return the call, and she asks if everything is okay and that they won't be home for the night", you made sense of the words Carmen texted you, "tell her that you're fine and that you'll be spending the night with me then", Mick asked gently, looking at your phone screen and making sure you were typing correctly. "Sleepover time!", you said excitedly, seeing Mick make his way back on the road to drop Alex and Lily.

Arriving at Mick's was quick and in comfortable silence, "are you sure you don't mind me staying?", you asked, taking your shoes off, "of course not. I know you're starting to sober up, but I still prefer having you here", he smiled charmingly, handing you an ibuprofen and a glass of water.

After you changed into one of Mick's t-shirts and a pair of shorts, you walked back to living room. Stopping when you saw your reflection on one of the hallway mirrors, you couldn't help but think about how you were wearing Mick's clothes. You had a crush on him as soon as you met him on his first season in F1, and it only built up when he started working for Mercedes, as well as your relationship. You often watched the races together whenever you travelled to them or whenever he stayed back, and when you found out you trained in the same gym, it all seemed to align.

"You're feeling good?", Mick asked, catching your attention as you walked to meet him, "yes, I'm coming to my senses now", you blushed, "thanks, by the way", you gestured, "most people would not have minded to leave me alone, even though I'm okay".

"I'm not 'most people', am I?", Mick asked as you both sat down on the sofa, "you said it yourself, unless you have an 'unbelievable crush' on other people", he smirked, deciding to lay the subject off until the morning, "are you in a Friends mood or The Big Bang Theory mood?", he asked as he grabbed the remote.

(Thank you for submitting an ask 🤍)

[chimkin-samich]

What the most embarrassing thing(not harmful, just harmlessly embarrassing) thing everyone's ever done?(that includes Sun, Moon, Eclipse, and Tari)

Slight suggestive one for Moon and kinda Eclipse lol, putting under a read more since their kinda long

Eclipse had to be a night when they planned to watch a movie, she had to run to bathroom so she asked him if he could download the horror movie while she ran out for a moment, of course saying yes he searched for the download… he did not look at the description

Setting up the tablet, once she settled in he went to push play… it was not a horror movie, the panic that he felt, the audio was so loud and it would go away no matter how much he pressed the screen to swipe it away or pause it

He ended up crying once they finally got it to stop, he felt so bad that he ended up downloading not only the wrong film but a whole other type of “film”

He refuses to acknowledge it ever happened

Moon’s was a bit more uhh secretive about his, Tari doesn’t find out until a bit after they get together lol

He was being a bit more heavy with his teasing and bullying towards Tari that day, ignoring the fact that she was getting irritated the longer he went on, she ended up snapping during a patrol when he pushed a bit to much

She actually ended up slapping him, not hard but enough to give him a shock, unfortunately the shock got him.. kinda excited KDKFKF

He was so distraught and embarrassed as she was trying to apologize that he didn’t even register what she was saying, he just said “I gotta go” and ran off to his room

Sun cackling out at the fact that not only he got come sense knocked into him but that he LIKED it, Moon knew no peace for a few weeks, and When Eclipse found out he bullied him about it for weeks as well and so does Tari when she comes to know

Sun’s was incredibly distressing lmao, Gwendaline, the kiddo most invested in their love life had scraped her knee, they had to take her up to their room to get the med kit since they forgot to restock themselves

The rascal managed to find (he left it out on accident) Suns dairy and snatch it in the moments he disappeared to grab the kit

The moment they let her off with the kids again she started a small circle and picked a random entry to start reading, and it just so happened to be one where he was admiring Tari’s looks, starting about her hair but when she got to the part where he mentioned her wide hips he snatched her into the ball pit

Screeching about “It’s not nice to take peoples stuff” in a nervous staticky tone, Tari couldn’t help but poke fun at him too saying “you think I look fat?” Poor Sun was over heating trying to explain how it was a compliment with out giving himself away and giving more context

He refused to look her in the eye for a few days, the embarrassment coming back to get him every time he made eye contact with her lol

For Tari it had to be when she had to watch the kiddos for a few hours, Sun had forgotten to charge the night before and had to go cuz his battery got to low

She tried giving them different things to do… but the kids were so sure that it had to be a dress up party, she couldn’t fight it

When Sun came back down he found her sitting at the tables, pick dress over her uniform, a tiara and smudged makeup all over her face tea cup in hand

The moment he came back she announced “Alright my times up Mr.Suns back go get him now”snatched the dress off, and ran off to the bathroom to clean the paint off her face

Moon never let it go, whenever the memory begins to fade he’ll randomly remind her while she proceeds to smack him “WHY WOULD U REMIND ME”

Sun found it cute even if hilarious of how she actually let them give her “make up” and Eclipse just lightly teases from time to time lol

[tparker48]

A monster party is being held at a mansion far up a hill. Mystical beast surrounded the ball room, leading to the main lobby where most of the guests resided. Gargoyles, werewolves, even vampires, all were present for the eventful evening. And there you were, standing along the corner of the lobby as you eyed the passing guests. Not many humans were brave enough to attend it, many who tried ran tail and returned to civilization.

You weren’t sure what caused them to flee, but you didn’t want to draw attention to yourself. You made your way through the mansion, creatures dancing while others ate food at the entré tables. But you weren't hungry at the time, slinking your way through the crowds before resting against the walls. You pulled out your phone, sighing as your human friends filled your feed. Post scattered along the frontpage, many making bets on if you’d even survive, or worse, eaten. Typical, at least they’re acknowledging the activity.

Your battery icon appeared as its battery started to drain. You searched for an outlet, but bumped into a solid surface as you fell to the ground, a limb falling onto you as it flailed in your lap. The figure turned and looked at his nubbed shoulder, turn back to you. "My arm! My arm’s cut off!" He shouted.

You panicked as he stared at the creature, clutching at his arm as he continued. This was it, this was how you were going to end.

"Aaaah hehehe..nah im just messing with ya, it's not broken." He popped off his head and waved it in his palm. "See?" He lowered his head toward your level. "The name's Frankenstein, Frank for short. Put it there." He reaches for you with his shoulder, the knub wiggling in front of you. "Ah right.."

His arm wiggled through yours like fish, worming its way through before Frankenstein placed it back into his socket. Fixing it, he lowered toward you, picking you up by your shirt as he placed you back on your feet.

"There we go, good as new. Say, now that I think about it, I’ve never seen you around."

You opened your mouth to speak, but it shriveled as you looked away.

"Ahh, shy type, I understand. You remind me of Mummy, he always gets a little stage fright nowadays. Say, why don't meet the gang! That should get the ball rolling" he flipped his head, placing it back onto his shoulders. He hoisted you toward his torso, making his way through the hotel as the party continued.

He bumped into other creatures, fur and slimes glossing across your side before the two of you entered a clearing. Poker tables rested to the side, zombies playing cards while vampires played checkers. But Frankestein went further ahead, coming up to a booth where Drac and the others talked.

"Hey boys, sorry I'm late." He greeted them.

"About time you showed up'' Wayne said. “The misses kept ya busy?"

"Nah, more than that, I brought a new pal" he hoisted you from his arm, holding you up like a purse. "Meet this guy.."

You shyly waved toward them, they're gaze meeting yours as you looked away.

"Ah new guy. Well new guy, I hope you enjoy the party." mummy said.

"Yes. Because we got some heavy stuff to kick it up. It's time for.." Drac paused, He swished his cape to the side, bats flying from beneath before a box formed on the table. “Shrink twister."

"Ooo Shrink twister! I love this game!" Frank said. He moved closer as he sat you down on his shoulder. "I haven't played this game in ages."

"Then I think it's time to have a refresher." Drac said.

You were unsure of what to say as Drac mentions the game, his fingers snapping as the booths disappeared. Chairs moved to the walls, a wooden board forming beneath them as dots scattered around. Poles stretch from the corners as curtains draped and formed a dome around you and the gang. You were still confused, but were snapped back into the moment as Frank sat you down upon the floor.

"Alright, now that the games are set, it's time for attire" Drac snapped his fingers, the monsters' clothes evaporating before shorts replaced them. Including your own as the cool wind blew between your legs. "The rules are simple: touch the designated symbol, without touching the white space. The more you touch the white space, the more you shrink."

"Ooo I can't wait to see this one.” Invisible man said. “It took forever for you to grow back Drac."

"Don't remind me" He groaned. "And like our past traditions, we shall start with, the new guy"

You? No no, it can't be you, you haven't played this before. What if you embarrass yourself? You took a step back as you pressed into the curtain, but Frank's meaty palm pressed into you. "Stage fright huh? I remember my first time. But hey, no need to be afraid, you'll be fine."

He ushered you back toward the board, placing you at the starting line as Drac handed symbols to a gargoyle. The creature flipped the cards at a quickening speed, before finally selecting a card. "Red, brain." It said.

You gulped heavily before taking your first step, looking to the wooden floor at the many symbols before you eyed a red one further ahead. You hopped over the white space, landed on the red spot. a corner of your foot slid across as it the white space, a jolt racing through your body as half your size diminished. You flailed to catch your balance, slamming your foot down to straighten yourself.

"Well done, usually newcomers don’t make it that far." Frank congratulated. "Now it's the pros turn."

He took his step onto the starting line, the gargoyle flipping through the pile before it plucked a card. "Blue, slime" it said.

Frank plucked his head from his shoulders and leaned over the board. It hopped around the line until a red spot came into view. Hopping onto it, it rotated as he looked toward you. "Tada!"

"You call that a magic trick? That’s mere amature season." Drac siad. "THIS is how the pros do it."

The gargoyle called the colo, Drac straightened his cloak and transformed into a bat. He swirled around the board like a fly, before hovering over his spot. In a spiral dive, he detransformed as his feet touched the blue symbol, casting his cape as it brushed over frank. "Perfect." He taunted.

"Hey, watch the cape show off!" Frank said, his head wrestling with the black fabric.

The two bickered like children, but it managed to make you laugh, but remained quiet as the game continued. The others took their turn. Mummy used his ribbon to spread his body to the symbols, whereas Wayne used his flexibility to maneuver around. And you, you simply moved your legs, nearly doing a split as you leaned to a yellow square. Your clothes started to sag from your first shrinkage, your pants drooping as you hoisted them back to your waist.

"Having some clothes trouble?" Drac taunted. "It would be a shame if someone were too, interfere" he snapped his fingers as his cape appeared, its tips tilting toward you as it wisped lightly into your ear while the other poked at your body. Your stance wobbled trying to bat away the assault, your hold slipping as your toes clinged to the yellow spot. "Easy does it, you don't want to slip” Drac giggled. “But there can only be one twist KING!"

Another force added onto it, his cape moving back as you looked above. Frank's torso loom led above, arching over the two of you as it bridged to the other side. "Sorry boys, the only green spit is here, hope you don't mind."

"I do mind!" Drac wheezed..

"Don't worry it'll only take a second." Frank replied.

He moved his torso further, pressing into you and Drac. Drac compressed as the weight of the torso pressed at his back, his hold on his stance waning as the weight increased. It slowly pressed into you, your toes sliding off the spot on the board as the electric feeling returned. Your size began to diminish, your pants sagging to the floor as your underwear slipped off. You grabbed for them, your hold slipping as you flailed to regain your balance.

But it was too late. You crashed upon the white space on the board, your size shrinking until your form fit into the spot you once stood on. "Out." The gargoyle announced. You looked around at the now towering monsters, each making their move upon the board as a foot and a paw landed upon the other spots. Grunts lingered above, Drac crouching to his knees to support the tub of weight that was frank.

The two bickered as his hold waned, his foot slipping off the spot as his size diminished as well. He tried to move himself back, but lost his footing as Frank's leg rested upon his designated spot. The count's cape fell just next to you, movement lingering before a naked dracula took to the top of the cape.

"Darn it frank! Now I'm out!" Drac shouted.

"Sorry Drac, no hard feelings right?"

"Oh I'll show you no hard feelings." He replied. He looked toward you as his eyes pierced through your soul. "Come on, let's show him the consequences of sabotage." He transformed into a bat. Even at a small size, he was like a giant pterodactyl compared to you. You already came this far, why not see it through. You took a breath before you nodded at the Drac’s request.

He flapped over you, grabbing you by the shoulders as he flew toward Frank's torso. You used your feet to tap around the large figure, snagging off a button off his shorts, before snagging on one of his pockets. "Hey, that's foul play!" Frank shouted from across the board. He wiggled his torso to swat at the two of you, Drac evading them like pillars as he flew in for another go.

You eye the torso carefully, finding weak spots for Drac to charge for next. The torso shifted and bucked, Drac lowering below the legs as he orbited around it. And there you saw it, gray skin exposing themselves from the back of its pants, a bubbled crack jiggling over the edge. You pointed toward it, Drac following your finger.

"Daring new guy huh? Alright then, let's do it!" He flew in, maneuvering past the flaps of Frank's shirt as your target came into view. Arching back, he flung you forward. You clutched your arms together and penciled your legs as you entered the past Frankenstein's shorts, darting through the gray cheeks like a torpedo as you plummeted to the center of the crack.

It was dim between the bubbled mounds of flesh, muscle clinging to you like a balloon as its warmth radiated your skin. Frank’s grunts and groans muffled from outside, the mass off his crack twisting as it dragged you deeper. Muscles squeaked past your legs as the warmth increased, a puckered hole appearing from the dimmed space as it cushioned your descent. You were deeper than you expected, and more earthy too, but that wasn't gonna deter you from your objective. You spread your limbs to create a meat pocket for yourself, flesh contracting as they forced you Into a crouch. You pushed into their bombardments like a car jack, prying them just enough as the large butt plonked around.

"H-hey! You-…hehe..can't do that!"

"Oh yes he can, mess him up, new guy" Drac cheered.

You wiggled faster upon the encouragement, your body slipping as the puckered hole gummed around your back. If it weren't for your hold, you'd be jammed inside in an instant. But thankfully, you had other plans in mind. You pushed a foot along the side of the rim, digging inward as Frank rear clenched.

Gravity suddenly shifted, butterflies ringing through your stomach as it hurtled downward. A thud boomed through the mass of flesh, a pulse following before the surrounding flesh began to spasm and shrink. Time to leave, you didn't want to be caught in a second shrink. You loosened your hold as ass flesh raced toward your side. It was like swimming through an ocean of tar, the spasming muscle too thick to force, but rather maneuver as you squeezed past the sweat covered walls. Light soon appeared ahead, slitted into a slim lining as the crack contracted. You pushed your limbs in between and pulled them apart, the underwear slipping as the party came to view.

His butt shrunk faster, pinning your sides together as they diminished in size. In a firm squeeze, you were launched into the air, flailing as your body turned aimlessly. But pairs of talons caught you, wings spanning above. "That's what I'm talking about!" Drac said. Swooping past the falling torso as it crashed to the board and shrunk.

"Out." The gargoyle announced.

"Ah what?" Frank groaned. "I still got my head."

"Let's see you try and move it without your body" drac said.

"Oh please, I can move my head around with ease. See?" He wobbled in place, leaning to a red spot next him. But toppled over, shrinking along with his body. " Okay, I see your point."

Hours passed since the party started. Most of the guests had left to attend newer activities, while others hung out at the snack bar. Near the exit, you and the gang talked as you prepared to head off.

"That was an amazing game, you two really brought on the heat." Mummy said.

"The heat? No no, I simmered in this one. But the new guy, they really brought out the heat."

You blushed, rubbing at your head as you looked away. A large fist wrapped around you, hoisting you into a sleeved jacked as a stitched hand ruffled your hair. "They sure did." Frank chimed in. "To think you'd be as daring to be a butt diver. And I thought invisible man was bold"

"Hey, I heard that!"

Laughter ensued from the group, you joining in as you as you shook your head. A ring soon came from your phone, a text from the folks that came to check up on you. The party was just about over, and it was time to return back to your normal life. "Ay, what's wrong bud, you gotta leave?"

You sighed as you nodded at the question, slinking out of Frank's arm. You prepared to head out, but fingers plucked you up and brought you back. "Well then, you're not leaving without a good old send off."

"Again with the sentimentals, Frank?" Drac playfully shook his head. "What you want to post it to your blog?"

"Yes!..I-I mean..no."

"I thought so, alright alright bring it in"

Frank placed you on his shoulders before making his way back to the group. Grouping into a huddle before a gargoyle floated in front of you all. "Say, Brains"

"Brains!"

You returned home and entered your room. Resting on the bed before you scrolled through your feed. The same photos would be there, your folks sharing their moments as they filled the bottom of the page. When you made a post about the party, you were bombarded with the other’s responses, many survived that you made it out. You rolled your eyes and prepared to close the media, but a message popped up in your notifications. A photo was attached to it, you and the monsters posing at the screen as bunny ears rested above your head.

A message read below. "You're hard to find new guy, I hope you had a blast at the party, hope to catch you at the next one."

You smiled at the screen, wiping a tear from your eye as you scrolled to the post. Sharing it, other users followed as well as other monsters. Resting back along your pillow, you pondered on the luck you've had. Perhaps going to that party wasn't too bad after all.

[linkemon]

Kuro (Kuroo Tetsuro x Reader)

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ᴀᴅᴅɪᴛɪᴏɴᴀʟ ɪɴꜰᴏʀᴍᴀᴛɪᴏɴ: 1. ᴋᴜʀᴏ ᴍᴇᴀɴꜱ ʙʟᴀᴄᴋ. ɪᴛ'ꜱ ꜱᴏʀᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴀ ᴠᴇʀʙᴀʟ ɢᴀᴍᴇ ɪɴ ᴛʜɪꜱ ꜱʜᴏᴛ.

[Reader] dialed Kuroo's number again, ignoring the cat that was pawing at her leg.

Raindrops slowly appeared on the sidewalk. However, all you had to do was look above the two large skyscrapers to see that a downpour was coming.

— Great. All I need right now — she muttered.

The girl did not have an umbrella with her. She knew she couldn't wait any longer for the captain of the volleyball team. The prospect of a cold did not encourage her to make any sacrifices.

She looked at the black kitten. He didn't have a collar and yet he didn't behave like a stray cat. He was clean. Moreover, he had been trying to get her attention for several minutes.

— I won't leave you in the rain — she said, taking it into her arms. — Just don't bite me, please.

— I'm back! - [Reader] announced, putting away her shoes.

She was dripping wet and wished she could change her clothes.

— Why so early? — a voice rang out in the living room. — And whose cat is this? — The older brother looked at the animal suspiciously.

— I was waiting for Kuroo-kun but he didn't come. And the cat... I stumbled upon him on road... — she finished uncertainly. — Tomorrow I'll put out ads, maybe someone is looking for him.

She knew she would have to hide the new tenant in the room. Parents were reluctant to see this type of friends at home.

— Maybe the captain finally realized that you were into him and ran away in fear... — the boy laughed.

The cat meowed loudly, almost making the girl drop her bowl.

— Very funny! — She hit her brother on the shoulder with the milk bottle. — Maybe something happened to him? He had an accident or...

— I'm sure with his reflexes it's hard to get hit by a car. I'm off to class. — He ruffled her hair.

[Reader] locked the apartment, then went to the bedroom.

— Well, kuro, no more wet clothes.

She took out pants and a loose T-shirt from the closet with the intention of changing her clothes. However, she was stopped by the animal's strange reaction. He stared at her with large brown eyes in disbelief. The girl assumed she guessed his name because he seemed to understand it was about him. Once she decided to lift her wet sweater, he turned his tail towards her. It was as if he had no intention of spying.

— Don't you want milk? — She walked over and scraped the bowl. — Maybe you're bored? — She threw a ball of paper.

The cat's first instinct was to catch the rustling object. After a while, however, as if embarrassed, he left it.

[Reader] glanced at the smartphone screen.

From: Kozume Kenma

The last time I saw him, he was leaving to see you. His battery is probably dead because he doesn't answer. I'll ask the guys and see if he came home. We'll be in touch.

— Maybe he found out about the chocolates and didn't want to upset me? Although it's not really his style... On the other hand, now it's not just the whole school that's following him... Rather, the whole prefecture... He's probably already got piles of homemade sweets and I'd go out with the ready-made ones from the store... If he ignored me on purpose, it's probably for the best. — She lay down on the bed.

Kuro meowed before jumping onto the freshly laundered sheets. The girl frowned at the brown streaks. She was going to have to play with bleach.

The animal placed its fluffy paw on her thigh. She scratched him behind the ear, earning him a purr of satisfaction. The sound was like the faint roar of a car.

— I don't have a basket, so you sleep with me. — She took the cat for a nap.

At first he struggled slightly but after the third attempt he gave up.

He fell asleep, cuddled up next to his temporary owner.

The girl rubbed her eye. She was woken up by the strange sound of quiet chewing. Even more strangely, her right arm seemed to be covered with something heavy.

— Are you awake yet? — A familiar voice reached his ear.

She looked towards it and found the owner. It was none other than Kuroo Tetsurō.

— Why do we sleep in the same bed? — she asked.

It seemed incredibly stupid to her right after she said it out loud.

— I was a cat and once I turned back into a human, you weren't going to let go of my hand while you were sleeping — he replied as if it was the most natural thing in the world.

— Let's assume it sounds rational... Why are you covered in chocolate?

— I was hungry and there were chocolates on the bedside table. They were technically mine anyway, so I guess it doesn't bother you. — He wiped the corner of his mouth. — Just for the record, not every girl is into me. And even if they were, none of them is you...

[Reader] blushed. Trying to process everything at once was too much for her.

— I guess we have a lot to talk about...

[mingiswow]

SKZ Reaction | Having an Extroverted SO

➡ Chan

Chan is a social butterfly himself, but not a very extroverted person. He has a social battery but it’s not as good as yours. When he introduced you to the boys it was quite a shock because you were very extroverted and easy going but quickly got along with the guys, even getting inside jokes with some of them. 

He was very happy with you and how you’d make social situations with him very easy, not only because you could handle yourself in those situations but because when his battery ran out, you’d be the one to lead the conversations. But soon enough he’d hit you with “baby I wanna go home” and pout at you like a child, which just made you even more in love and happy that you got yourself someone like Chan. 

➡ Lee Know

He is naturally an introvert, especially in social situations but when you guys are together he’s quite the extrovert himself. That’s due to the fact he feels so comfortable with you and he loves confidencing things he loves and hates to you. 

But in social situations he gets too awkward and sometimes says things without thinking but you just love that about him. Actually, that’s one of the reasons you fell for him.

Yet, sometimes he doesn’t like your extroverted nature, especially around other men. Don’t get him wrong, he trusts you and himself as a boyfriend, he doesn’t trust other men around you. You are too innocent and nice to everyone that you don’t notice when people are trespassing your limits, but good for you your boyfriend is there to save the day. 

➡ Changbin

Oh dear you two together… Hurricane Katrina? More like hurricane tortilla. Jokes apart, you two are impossible together. Very obnoxiously loud and are always trying to make people laugh and feel good. Everyone enjoys having you two around - especially if you guys are drunk lol. 

You are a tad more spontaneous than him but he’s always down to whatever madness you have in your mind that day. A road trip? Hell yes. Go to a random party in Gangnam? Yep. Crashing your friend’s house with drinks and games to a fun game night. Absolutely yes. 

You two are always living one day at time, enjoying your company and company from your loved ones, but sometimes all you guys want to do is to cuddle and enjoy your company or even go to gym with him, if you don’t like exercising, just watching and cheering him while you two sing along to his stupid work out playlist. 

➡ Hyunjin

He doesn’t seem like it but he is an introvert and often gets overwhelmed with your extrovertness. He likes his space and his quiet time, and you love to talk and “make noises” around him which he just holds you in place and asks for his quiet and peace. He’s not trying to be rude or that doesn’t mean he doesn’t like you, it’s just how he rolls. And it’s completely fine. 

He’s obviously not a big fan of parties and social gatherings but when he needs to go to some of these, you’re the one he relies on. You’re very quick in making friends so he uses this to his advantage. More often than not he escaped the place without you or the others noticing “I’m sorry babe, my head was hurting and I needed some time alone”. 

➡ Jisung

Ok. There are two types of Jisung. N 1: the one he is when he’s with you and/or with the boys. And n 2: the one when he’s out in public spaces. 

When it’s just you, him and the boys he is very spontaneous, you two are the annoying couple that are always cracking jokes and being overly affectionate and the main reason is because Jisung feels so comfortable around you and his friends. And he loves your outgoing nature and how you get along with the boys and how your crazy matched his crazy. 

However, he hates going out with you, not because of you but because of how overwhelmed he gets with the amount of people you gather around you. So he rarely goes out with you, except when it’s a place he is invited, then he just takes you as his plus one because you make him feel comfortable and whenever he gets anxious you’re right there by his side to help him. By the way, he loves when you just hold his face between your hands and kiss him so softly and deeply, that’s when he feels the most reassured of your love and presence. 

➡ Felix

It’s not a surprise that this man is an extrovert. He is the life and face of the party. Wherever he goes he is the one getting attention because of his looks and how cute and nice he is. You call him your little gem because he is a beautiful gem that shines and catches everyone’s eyes. 

It’s not a problem for you because you’re an extrovert yourself, but you tend to lean more on the friendly side, so whenever you and Felix are together it's like there’s a spotlight on both of you, people gather around and gets a little piece of how nice, cool and friendly you are. Which will burn your social battery down but don’t worry, as soon as you get home you two pop into the tub and cuddle under the warm water as he hums little tunes on your ears. 

➡ Seungmin

I know Seungmin is an extroverted person but he doesn’t like it. He enjoys his space and really appreciates quality time with you, so whenever you two go out and come to talk to you both he gets upset and bored because yes, he is at a party with a bunch of important people but all he wants is to be with you and enjoy your company. If you enjoy the spotlight then he’s more than glad to give it to you, but when he’s in his star mood, watch out, he WILL BE the life of the party.

He is the type to enjoy watching you in social situations because he is so endeared by you that he can’t help but watch you smile and speak to people you just met like you are their long life friends. There are people talking to him? Fuck them, he just wants to watch you and fall for you and your little quirks even more. 

➡ Jeongin

He is a very quiet person, even with the boys, sometimes he is the one that least talks in their moments of resting. He gets a little bit overwhelmed about how good you are with other people, and always tends to drawn people towards you. He’s never rude tho, but after a while he just wants to be alone, to be just with you. 

And you’re really good at reading him but sometimes you’re just having so much fun that you don’t see him leaving the place. “Where’s Jeongin?” You’d ask to one of the boys. Soon you’d find him hidden somewhere calm waiting for you to come find him so you can go home and spend your precious time together. “How about we go home, take a warm bubble bath together and cuddle? I’ll let you choose what we gonna watch” he just sighs and apologizes to you because he knows how you like these gatherings, which you just deny and say that he is more important to you. Which he is.

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[suvidrache]

an unforgettable night

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Word Count: 912 / Read it on AO3 | masterlist

Summary: lester and y/n go on a date.

You looked around as you drove slowly through the countryside. You had no idea where you were going or how you had wound up here. Actually, you had wanted a detour to avoid the city. To avoid the people and one wrong turn, and here you were. A place unfamiliar to you. The GPS didn't help. It was a place unrecognized. You thought the country would be a quicker route than through the city. You should have turned back when you did. You shouldn't have continued on, and yet, there was something that made you feel like you should keep going. You looked around as your vehicle crept slowly down the bumpy and dusty road. Finally, you reached the pavement. However, you were out of gas. There was a man sitting in the bed of his truck watching something. You weren't sure what, but when your car died, his attention turned to you. You were already afraid before you had arrived here and now a strange man is just sitting in his truck with a dog. His feet touched the ground, and he began to make his way over to you. You quickly locked your doors, but with no battery, you wouldn't be able to roll down your window. You breathed in slowly and got out of your car.

"Hello, I'm Lester." He said, smiling as he reached his hand out to you.

You took his hand and introduced yourself.

"Sorry about the smell. I clean the streets up."

"It's alright, it doesn't bother me." You lied. You only wanted him to feel better. "Do you know anyone around here?"

"Yeah, I know a couple of people."

"My car, it ran out of gas."

"I don't have a phone on me, but I could take you to the nearest one or the hotel?"

"A hotel would be fine. There's not a lot of crime out here? I wouldn't want my car to be attacked while I'm away."

"It'll be alright, I promise." He said, smiling as he opened the door to his truck.

You climbed in and sat looking out the window as Lester got in, started up his truck, and dropped you off at the nearest hotel. A seemingly abandoned place like most of the places in this town. You stepped carefully into the hotel, looking around, seeing nothing but people and dust. The people never moved nor spoke when you walked up to them. You looked around. There wasn't anyone with you. You reached a shaky hand out to the man and touched his face. No response. His face felt almost like wax. You went back to the doors that you entered through, and Lester was gone. You went back to the counter, knowing there was no one to stop you. You picked up the phone and typed in a number. Nothing. You tried again and again. The phone didn't work. You traced the cord back to the wall where it was plugged into. You looked up, and the lights weren't on. You made quick work to find the light switch and flick the lights on. They didn't work either. You breathed in and out slowly, hoping Lester would come back for you. He was the only one in this town, and he wasn't bad looking. You made your way slowly around the hotel, exploring every single room there was. When night came, you made your way to a room and laid down after locking the door and fell asleep.

By the next morning, your car had been dropped off outside the hotel. You could only assume that it was Lester. No one else seemed to be around here. You could have left and gone home, but you stayed, wanting to know more. Wanting another chance to see Lester again.

You got exactly what you wanted. You stayed, and you got to know Lester a little better. You also learned about the city and how it was, in fact, abandoned.

You were wearing your nicest outfit, as was Lester. He had showered and offered to take you in his truck, but you offered yours up instead. He was fine with that, but he could drive you if you wanted. Which you were fine with. For your date, you both agreed to go to the movies. You weren't sure what movies there were, not that it really mattered, considering he could just change the movie if you wanted him to. You were fine with whatever decided to show up. Together, the both of you sat, silent at first, but eventually, the both of you would talk from time to time.

The both of you had gone out to eat at a restaurant earlier, and your date was coming to an end. You had enjoyed every moment of it.

You stood on the steps of the hotel, looking at Lester.

"Thank you for the date. I enjoyed it."

"So did I. Would you like to go on another one?" He asked, looking up at you.

"Yes, I would."

He started to move closer, but stopped himself. He turned around and began to head back to his truck. Your hand touched his arm, and he stopped. You hugged him, and your lips met for a moment before you both turned and left. You smiled happily, and your cheeks felt hot as you walked into the hotel. A feeling of butterflies in your stomach as you headed up to your room. An unforgettable night.

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[vvatchword]

Freewrite Traveler versus Alphasmart Neo 2

So I have an Alphasmart Neo 2 and a Freewrite Traveler. One of these cost me about $300. The other cost me $30. And I'm about to give you a review because I love one of these things more than the other.

The Alphasmart Neo 2 is from the 00s and was used in classrooms to help kids practice typing without the distraction of a computer attached to the Internet. They come with some basic little functions like a calculator and are powered by three AAA batteries. They have eight files that can contain 10,000 words each, can copy, cut, and paste, and you can go back into the document to edit. There are no Undo or Redo functions. To transfer the files to your PC, you hook up a cable while the Alphasmart and your word processor of choice are turned on. That easy. The batteries last for-e-ver. I'm taking about years. I am on my second set of batteries and I've owned this dealio for five years or so with almost daily use. This thing cost me $30 plus s&h a few years ago. Word has gotten out about these, so they're more expensive than that these days, but not significantly so--maybe $50? You'll see some being sold for $100 or so but that's ridiculous tbh.

At the time I purchased the Alphasmart, i had already backed the Freewrite Traveler on Kickstarter for about $300. I felt pretty dumb and wondered if I would regret my choice.

As it turns out: yes. I do.

The Traveler uses the same kind of screen as a Kindle, has three files of infinite words each, is rechargeable, and can back up your work to the cloud and send your files to your email address. It's sleek, small, and exceptionally cute. I just like looking at it. But after getting it, I couldn't help but compare it to the Alphasmart, which kicks its ass every day.

Recharging sounds fine, but it runs out of juice FAST. A full day's work will knock it out; I ran out of juice anywhere from three days to three weeks, depending on how much I was using it. Inevitably there is a point you forget to recharge and wham bam fuck you ma'am, it's going to take four hours to charge now and you can't use it if it wound down to 0% while you were sleeping. It posts to the cloud, which you'd think is great--infinite words! Back it up anywhere you find free WiFi!--but to do this, you need to sign up for Postbox, a service through Freewrite, which means that if the company dies, so does the cloud feature. You can also transfer your files via the charging cable, so they thought of this, but it feels dangerous and a little disingenuous, not gonna lie.

Unlike the Alphasmart, you can't copy, cut, paste, or edit. When I say you can't edit, I mean that you can't arrow up to some previous point in the story and add or delete. The point of this feature--and it is a feature!--is to emulate typewriters and encourage first draft flow. Problem is, that's just not how I write. For $300, or whatever it's selling for now, I want to be able to use cut, copy, and paste, maybe even redo and undo, and I want to be able to go back and add extra bullshit. Also, the full-sized Freewrite has a backlight, but the Traveler does not. Why does my $300 machine not have a goddamn backlight.

The Traveler also has a hint of lag and it drives me fucking crazy. This may not be a problem for you if you hunt and peck or are a slower typist, but I type almost as fast as I think. I have gotten up to 190 wpm before. Long story short, Traveler can't keep up--but Alphasmart can!

The Alphasmart is also more comfortable to type on and takes up about as much room in a bag as the Traveler does--just lengthwise rather than width-wise, if it makes sense. The Traveler is better for a purse, perhaps, but it's just bulky enough that I sometimes found it troublesome to make room in my bags. It's about the size of a clutch when folded up.

At one point, I got caught in a rainstorm while my Alphasmart was in my backpack. The rain seeped into my backpack and ruined a book. Meanwhile the Alphasmart was like lol whatever do you feel like writing queen?

Anyway, I'm going to see if I can't sell my Freewrite. I'd rather have a second Alphasmart rofl

[hikari-drkspc]

❅ “A Single Flower In A Field Of Grass” ❅

character: yandere! dabi [boku no hero academia]

warning: a bit of b0dy h0rror, k1dnapping ; MINOR/AGELESS BLOGS DNI, PUT YOUR AGE IN BIO/PINNED POST TO INTERACT

words: 1.2k

a/n: this is a repost from my main blog (@/hikari-writes) so yes this writing is old + bad, i just moved them here w/o editing bc im lazy and wants to keep reminding myself how bad my writing used to be <3

You have always been popular among the guys. Whether it’s from work or from when you walk on the streets. You’re just so beautiful, you see.

You’re not dense or anything so you’re completely aware of the attention you’re receiving. Ever since your school days, you’ve always received love confessions from the guys. And each time, you would reject them. You weren’t interested in engaging in any romantic relationship. If possible, you don’t really want to get married to anyone on that matter. All you wanna do in life is get over it with a decent job that gives decent pay, grow old, and pet your cat all the while.

You’re a natural-born beauty so it’s not like you wear anything to have such gorgeous features. In fact, you could wake up in the worst way possible and you’ll still look beautiful. Even though you’re pretty famous for rejecting any love confessions and turning down anyone who invited you to a date, there’s always those persistent type of guys that don’t know when to give up. You either just have to ignore them or give them a piece of your mind if they went overboard.

Even so, you’ve never been stalked or anything. You’re very, and I mean, VERY, sensitive to your surroundings. Your admirers knew this and they never risked following or stalking you if they want to live their life without getting caught by the police.

Which is also why he was able to catch you off guard.

You never wanted to earn his attention whatsoever. It never even occurred to you to do such things. But unintentionally, his interest seemed to spark from one question.

Why’s a beautiful flower like you got surrounded by so many disgusting flies?

He had to keep you away from them. It’s the only right thing to do. He had to have you all to himself. You belong to only him. He needed you.

~~**~~

Today couldn’t be any worse. Recently, several members of your guy colleagues went missing. And today, the police just happened to find those missing persons. That is, their corpses.

You were shocked beyond words. It seems impossible for several numbers of people from your office that went missing are now found together. Dead.

It’s hard to accept the reality. After work, you and all of your friends decided to pay a visit to their graves. You got home much later that day. It was getting pretty dark so you quicken your steps. All you wanted was just to get home safely. After what had happened to your colleagues, your sense of danger seems to have built up greatly.

You were about to reach your home when you saw something out of the corner of your eyes. Something moving in the dark alley. Your instinct tells you to quickly get the heck out of there but just as you were about to run, a faint soft voice caught your attention.

“….elp……"

Someone asking for help. Your blood ran cold. Someone is probably in pain there. You were the only one near the place so if you didn’t do something….what would’ve happened to that person?

Your fingers fumble around the inside of your handbag to search for your phone. You quickly call the hero support line to ask for assistance.

After the call had ended, your phone’s battery ran out and it automatically died. You tried to brave yourself and check out the alley. A sharp breath escaped your lips when you saw the sight in front of you.

It was one of your male coworkers. The feelings of fear completely left your body and great concern and worry filled your whole body.

"Steve?!”

You quickly make your way to your injured colleague to check if he was alright. He doesn’t seem to be conscious. You try to inspect him closely despite the darkness.

As you squint your eyes to look at him, you noticed a burning smell coming from him. You remembered that you had a mini flashlight in your handbag and pulled it out. You cautiously clicked the switch on and pointed it at him.

Upon seeing his condition, you let out a loud scream and let go of the flashlight you were holding.

His body is completely burned. His skin is nowhere to be seen and the blackish-red colour took up his whole body. He also doesn’t have any clothes on, obviously has been burned alongside him.

The smell of the burnt flesh sickens you and your stomach churned. Your trembling legs tried its best to help you stand. You need to get away from there. And fast.

“Whoa there, where do you think you’re going, missy?”

A male voice appears behind you, making you freeze in your place. You felt like you’re not supposed to look back to the owner of the voice, but your head moves on its own and looks back.

Your eyes widened, fully knowing who it is you’re facing, and most likely the culprit for the murder of Steve.

Dabi. One of the members of the League of Villains. You’ve seen him several times on the news and heck, he’s easy to recognize too, what’s with his extraordinary features on his face and all.

The heroes seem to take their sweet time getting to your location. You silently pray they arrive fast before anything happens. Although part of you seems to already accept your fate.

“Don’t look so scared. I don’t bite….unless you want me to.”

He playfully says with a smirk as he leisurely strides towards you. Your legs had long given up and you’re left cowering before him.

Dabi crouches down beside you and closes the distance between you both. You flinch at how close his face is to yours and quickly shut close your eyes, as if by doing so will make him go away.

“Y/N, loosen up a bit. You’re too tense, babe.”

You could hear him snicker as he said this. One of his hands reaches out and cupped your cheeks.

Your heart sank. How the hell does he know your name? And who does he think is, calling you babe like you’re his lover or something. At this point, you feel like  breaking down and crying. There’s only so much you can handle after all. Coming face-to-face with a villain, furthermore from the infamous League himself….this couldn’t be any worse.

“You know, from when I first saw you, I always thought it was odd. Why is it that…a beautiful flower like you, got surrounded by so many disgusting, pesky flies? It’s not as if you’re a disgusting pile of trash to make them attracted to you. No… you’re far from that. Even so, those idiotic flies still dreamed of getting a chance at you. It ticked me off.”

He points behind you, towards Steve. At this point, you’ve already somehow put two and two together. He killed Steve, and possibly the other of your colleagues that has been found dead too…all because he was interested in you?

“I guess you already knew what I was getting at by now, right?”

Dabi’s smirk grows wider as he pulls you closer and covers your nose with a piece of clothing. It all happened so fast that you barely had any time to react at all.

Before you knew it, your consciousness slowly slipped away and the last thing that you heard before your vision completely blacked out was Dabi’s husky voice, whispering into your ears.

“Don’t worry, love. You’ll learn to love me in no time at all.”

[vividentropy]

Entry #1

The Entries Catalog | Monday, July 8, 2024

12:36 PM

I finally got my ass out of bed. Today, Hurricane Beryl decided to make its way here. We have no electricity, so I have no idea when this will be posted.

At least I charged my laptop so I can at least write what’s been going on. The back door suddenly opened from the wind. I ran over there to close and lock it. Figured my dad could just knock the shit out of the door when he needed to go in, but mom said to leave it unlocked and just make sure it was closed well. So, I did that. Then I told my cat he was a good boy for not running outside when the door was wide open. See, he’s a retired veteran from the outdoors. Usually, he would sprint the moment he sees his chance to relive his younger years but not this time. I take it the wind was too intimidating for him. I still called him a good boy for not running out.

My family got lucky. All we’re getting is high winds and no electricity. Some areas north and west of ours got flooding and worse damage. Don’t even want to think of the areas south of us. My far neighbor’s tree got split in half with some of the branches on top of the car. Three small parts of the fence in our backyard got toppled down. Those won’t be repaired until my parents come back from their trip. I can hear the rumble of a generator from a neighbor in another street. I wonder how they got their generator set up. It always powers on immediately when there’s no power and off when there is. I’ll ask my dad one day.

Currently, my mom is making homemade chili. We have a gas stove, so we can still cook food. We also have plenty of water. My family uses this water service this for our water dispenser thingy upstairs. They send several three-gallon things of water. I have some right now. My dad is working on our generator, wondering when my brother will get up. My mom is back to crocheting a shirt and my sis is reading this book on seeds. My cat is just laying on the floor all cute and stuff.

I’m not gonna lie, it is a tad humid in here. Thankfully, the sun is covered by the clouds, so we aren’t dying of the heat, but we do have light to see.  I do have a handheld fan that I’ll grab in a second. That and more water since I’m thirsty as fuck.

Off in the distance I hear someone using a chainsaw. Probably to cut down the tree branches they can cut off. That’s wild, to be honest. The wind is strong enough to push me aside like tumbleweed. I have to use force to push the door shut. It’s not as bad as Harvey or Ike (I do recall with Ike that the wind being so strong I could see the wind punching the door partially open). But I know there’s still others less fortunate out there than I.

Anyways, to better things.

Yesterday, I downloaded FFXIV Online. I downloaded the free trial. Definitely did not expect it to take over six hours to download, but it did. I spent all that time waiting watching YouTube videos from AstralSpiff and Chickeninja42. The moment everything was done downloading, I hopped on the game. I only got as far as character creation. Which is not far, to be honest. But I did finish the character! I customized her the same way as I do in every video game that I own that has character customization - white hair, red eyes, fair skin, and some muscle. Her hair had to pulled back. Funny enough, choosing the voice I wanted for her took longer than anything else. It was great having my sister helping me out though. Not that she plays the game, but I like having her input. If I have time and electricity, I’ll put a picture of her below this paragraph.

[I am absolutely not in my computer to screenshot. RIP.]

I hope we get electricity back soon, but my gut tells me it’ll be a good while before it comes back. Maybe tomorrow morning. Will I even work tomorrow?

Eyyy, my brother finally made it downstairs. I’ll take it as my cue to go write or do something else. Cause, to be honest, I can only type as long as this laptop battery will last me.

5:41 PM

Electricity isn’t back yet. I’ve spent the last several hours napping my life away after I ate. For some reason the tiredness washed over me. Could keep my eyes open. So far, my phone is on 80% because I haven’t been using it. I need to remember to call my boyfriend later because I want to hear his voice. We won’t be able to FaceTime today which sucks but that’s okay. I need him to know that I’m alright. I mean, he knows I’m okay, but I want him to hear it out of my mouth.

The sky is blue. Like nothing ever happened. My mom stuck her tongue out at it.

I did finally wash my hair. I didn’t put conditioner, just leave-in. My lower back pain flared up which made me cut my wash time in half. Let’s see how long my hair lasts. For now, I’ll just sit here and talk to my mom and sister.

7:10 PM

My dad and brother got the generator working. It’s working upstairs for sure. Got my phone charging. I think they’re trying to get the refrigerator and freezer to turn on. I’m just saying, we can do without the TV. And we could just keep the power downstairs instead of both. I can sleep on the floor that’s chill.

For now, my mom is going to find something for us to eat. I am going to try to cool down some more. All I want is to cool down. At least the A/C is on so the upstairs can cool down. There’s nothing much else to say.

I did talk to my boyfriend on the phone for a little bit, but the call dropped. It was nice hearing his voice. He’s more freaked out than me, but in his defense, I’m used to this.

Just talked to bro. He said the freezer and fridge are working. He’s going to turn off the A/C because we don’t have enough gas. That’s cool, to be honest. We can survive the heat for a little while. It could always be worse. I have my handheld fan, it’ll be okay.

8:11 PM

WE GOT POWER BACK, BABY! Wifi isn’t working but honestly, I don’t care.

I’d like to thank the hard workers who oversee the electricity shit because I know they’ve been working nonstop. I also like to thank my boyfriend for being patient with me. Honestly, just give it up to the electricians who were working honestly all-day getting shit done.

Now, I have to be real, I’m probably one of the lucky ones. While the storm was only during the day, there’s probably still well over a million people without power. I hope they get theirs soon. For now, I’m going to finally relax, maybe take a cup of decaf coffee, and continue playing minesweeper for the rest of the night. Hey, I might even get on YouTube. I’ll see what I’ll do.

Until next time,

Vivid Entropy

[saturn7162]

The invention.

What's up chat, I havn't even started the next part of the SU fic, but here's an original story that I wrote for my PT test two days ago.

For as long as he could remember, Leroy K. Johnson had always struggled with reading. Whenever he was assigned a book, or something else to read, he kept finding that it was nearly impossible to comprehend what the text said. The letters would squeeze together, grow or shrink, even if he knew that wasn’t happening. However, he was a great listener, with an even better memory. He’d sit listening to his friends' long and over-exaggerated stories or facts about their current hyperfixation. He was constantly engaged in their conversations, asking questions and nodding along. He was incredibly brilliant too, coming up with amazing solutions to common problems among his friend group. So, with all of these traits and abilities, he came up with the perfect idea to solve his reading problem.

He sat his friends down and shyly explained his new thoughts. He thought, if he couldn’t read, why not make something that could read for him?

“But, if someone else is reading for you, how will you learn?” asked his friend, Kenneth B. Clark, or Kenny, asked him, the tips of his ears twitching.

“Well, I thought that if I listen to a book, and follow along, I’ll learn what the words are saying.” Leroy responded sheepishly. So, the group of friends got to work.

Wayne I. Anthony, the youngest, brought a brand-new sketchbook to draw out the new invention. Zachary H. Franklin liked asking questions: Was it going to be big, was it going to be portable, how would we record books. Every day at school, the boys would sit together, and come up with idea after idea, after idea. They went from late 6th grade, to 7th, then early 8th. Wayne filled up sketchbooks, notebooks, notepads, anything he could get his hands on, and write.

One day, when the idea was fully fleshed out, another friend by the name of Tyrone A. Smith, or Ty, suggested they come over to his house, for he had a large garage full of parts and pieces they could use to build their prototype. That day, as soon as the dismissal bell rang, the boys sped out of their classes and raced over to the front gate. Leroy jumped on his bike, Kenny put on his skates, Wayne on his skateboard, Ty on his scooter, and Zach with his running shoes.

They made it to Tyrone’s house in 10 minutes, panting and sweating under the hot Kansas sun. Tyrone swung open the door, greeted his parents, and grabbed a few popsicles for his friends before he raced over to his garage. He opened the large garage doors and the warm afternoon light filled the garage, injecting the group with the want to work. 

On one side, sat two cars laying dormant, and on the other, was a full-fledged workshop. Half of the walls were lined with tool shelves, and the other was housing multiple manuals for all types of cars. In one corner was a blacksmithing area, Tyrone informed them that the area was completely off-limits. They laid down a tarp, set their bags on the corners, and got to work. Wayne dumped his bag onto the tarp, exposing sketchbooks, notebooks, laminated papers, and blueprints for their new invention.

They worked from 2:30 pm, to 9:03 pm. Their product was the outer shell. While it may not seem like it was a lot, it was a huge step forward. Week after week, they ran over to Tyrone’s house after school, and in early February, it was complete. 

A blue plastic shell with a metal casing around the corners. A battery slot on the back and a place to put their recorded books. There were stop and play buttons, volume buttons, and a button to open the lid to the tape inserter. They carefully set it in Leroy’s bag and raced off to his house. Leroy slammed open his front door, grabbed a short book from his living room, raced up the stairs, and skidded to a halt at his mother’s bedroom door. He pounded on the wood, trying to rouse his mother from whatever she was doing. The door swung open and his mother looked down at them in irritation, which turned to shock at the sight of the slightly unkempt and dirty boys. Before she could get a word in, Leroy fished the device out from his bag and shoved it in her face along with the book.

“Hi mom! We finished the recorder! It can play music, and, and, and!!” He said eagerly, eyes shining brightly. 

“Please let us record you reading it, miss Leroy’s Mom Johnson!!” Said the burly Zach. Ms. Johnson grimaced but nodded her head. 

“I guess it wouldn’t hurt. Go downstairs to the living room. And take off those shoes.” She gestured to their feet which, sure enough, were clad in their dirty sneakers, converse, and boots. They fled back downstairs at the speed of light and tossed their shoes by the door, exposing their paws in soft socks. They sped over to the living room and crowded around a large blue rocking chair. Ms. Johnson came down the stairs, holding onto the railing and the record and book. She sat in the chair with the book in her lap and the recorder by her snout, and began to read. 

The boys looked up in amazement as she read, spinning a tale for twenty minutes. Once she was finished, she closed the book and stood up quickly, stopping the recording and giving it back to the boys.

 “There you are, Lee” She smiled as he took it. 

“I’m going to go make dinner, you boys are welcome to stay if you like.” She suggested and walked to the kitchen, tail swishing behind her. The group looked at each other as Wayne rewound the tape. He pressed play as he gave it back and all was silent. Nobody said anything, Zach stopped breathing all together, and soon the recording began to play. Ms. Johnson’s voice came through the tape softly and the boys cheered. 

The boys were elated, and with this invention, Leroy found it much easier to read. They never stopped making inventions and whenever one of the boys had a problem, they used their combined skills to solve it. With Leroy’s ideas, Kenneth’s curiosity, Wayne’s art and design skills, Zach’s strength, and Tyrone’s garage, they made an incredible team. 

[melbrewer367]

Reschedule Tasks In Windows

I kept experiencing a dip in FPS and I couldn't figure out why. I've followed all of isimp4sims tutorials, I use Process Lasso and ISLC, both of which did make improvements (even more noticeably on my older pc) but, occassionally, it'd sound like my computer was doing overtime and my FPS would drop to 16-20 fps when it should be 60 fps.

I finally realized it was because my computer was running scheduled tasks while I was playing and those tasks were set at high priority. I've since rescheduled all of these tasks to fall outside of my playing hours (and every now and then I find one still scheduled while I'm playing and notice the immediate difference when I fix it) and it's made a huge difference.

So, this is for people on Windows 10 (though it should be same/about the same for other versions of Windows). The first step is to open Task Scheduler. Just click your windows button, start typing the name, and it'll come right up.

This is what you should see and, down at the bottom, you can see all your upcoming tasks.

Do NOT completely disable any of these! Your computer needs to run these things to keep your computer up to date and protected and all that fun stuff. We're just going to change when it does that.

I play late in the evening, and then my computer stays awake for 2 hours before it puts itself to sleep so I have set all my tasks to occur after 1 am. One of the tasks that sucks up a huge amount of CPU usage is related to Windows Defender, we're going to change that one first.

On the left hand side, click the drop down arrow and navigate down to Windows Defender.

Here you can see, I already have mine for after 1am.

Double click on the first task in the list in the upper middle.

Here you can see down near the bottom that this task is set to "Run with highest privileges." Since I'm having this run outside of my hours, I went ahead and left it for this particular set of tasks but insignificant things like Google Chrome updates and iTunes updates, I removed that regardless of what time they run. Now go to the "Triggers" tab.

This is where you'll find the schedule for this task. If it's your first time doing this, there's probably going to be a lot of triggers. Things like, "at startup," "when user logs on," "daily at [time]," and things like that. In this case, Windows Defender is searching for viruses and malware, depending on whether or not you're using other software for this you may want to stick with daily. You can just highlight the triggers and click "Delete" to get rid of them. Then when you only have the one trigger left, just go ahead and click "Edit."

Here's where you can pick the actual schedule. When you're done with that, click "Ok" and this screen will close, then go to the "Conditions" tab.

This section is mostly important for people on a laptop. You can tell it to only start the task if the computer is on AC power, meaning only when it's plugged in, so you don't have to worry about it draining your battery. When you're done here, click "Ok" and then you can move on to the next task.

I would definitely suggest checking Windows Defender, it was a huge offender of having a ton of triggers that ran during my gameplay and you could look at Process Lasso or Task Manager and see that it was sucking up tons of my CPU power. Beyond that, I would just go back to that first screen and scroll through your upcoming tasks, and do your reschedules from there. Just keep checking it throughout the week and eventually you'll get all the pesky ones scheduled outside of your game time.

Again, don't fully disable any of these tasks. Some of them, it won't even allow you to edit, especially ones that say "custom trigger" because your computer depends on this stuff. You really just want to reschedule scans, whether it's scans for viruses or scanning for updates, to still happen on a regularly occurring basis and often, just outside of your peak hours.

Hope this helps some of you too!

[teakoodrawz]

[ 💛 || New star - Sunstar AU ]

[ Mark jumping through floating islands to islands. Until he reached to his favorite spot. He stretched ] " Alright Chi. Ready to watch me do my next cool moves? " [ he looked at his floating AI robot friend flying next to him. With cat eyes and one eye. It made a cheerful beep sound ]

" alright. " [ Mark taking his aim. He knelt down with his hands on the ground. Darting and targeting each islands ]

[ then jumped. Doing flips. Spins. Parkours. backflips and more in each jumps ] " haha! " [ he kept going. As his floating ai friend following him ]

[ until he gets to his next jump ] " Mark! " [ shit. ]

[ Mark lost his focus. He fell down and landed his face on the ground ] " oof! "

[ his little robot friend floats next to him. Made a low worry beep sound ] " I'm alright I'm alright..now what is it this time.. "

[ he got up. Dusting off his attires ] " yeah? What is it Sweet?! " [ he called ]

" do i have to get there?! " [ it yelled ]

" pfft. Right... " [ Mark then taking his jumps again. Until he goes back to their place ] " what. "

" you know that i told you not to- "

" make anymore jumps before i get into accidents like the last time? Yeah. I get it. "

" just making sure. You know it's the reason you lost you special gravitational boots- "

" Sweet..cmon... That's been like.. Decades ago... I'm fine! See! No scratches! [ he showed and looked back at his body ] " besides.. I got all my jumps more better nowadays. "

" yeah yeah.. Also can you help set up the telescope to check around? "

" sure! "

[ as the two walking inside their house as the sliding door opened and closed ]

[ his AI robot friend flying around him. Beeping. Talking to him. Giving a red sign of low batteries ]

" aah guess ya need to be recharged " [ it floats down to his hand. Finally shutting down. Mark turned it around. Finding a type C plug to get it charged and plugged into a socket ]

[ - - - ]

" you ever wondered about alternate universes? " [ Mark asked while munching a CD bagel ]

" sometimes. Heard funny stories it'll be like... Alternate versions of us out there " [ Sweet replied while taking a peek on the telescope. Star gazing. Looking through constellations. Then taking notes ]

" imagine there are like.... Mythical creatures of us! " [ he beamed. Sweet just shrugged. Focusing on what they're doing ]

[ then... Falling star coming out ] " hm. Another small meteor fall. That was unexpected. Wasn't in my calculation. Meh. "

[ it shrugged. But then. It gets closer and closer. When Sweet taking a quick look on their telescope. It doesn't look like a meteor.. It looks like... ]

" hm? Seems like it's going to crash in he- PFFFFFTT--- WE'RE GONNA DIEE!! " [ Mark spit it his bagel ]

" idiot! That's not an asteroid! We're not gonna die! "

" what?! "

" somethins about to land. looks like it was from a different place. "

[ Sweet calculated the align and meters in an hour. On which place is about to crash. It wouldn't cause much mess. ]

[ then it looked back at it again. Mark suddenly running away. Sweet taking their step backwards ]

[ 5..4..3..2..1.. ]

[ Crash! ]

[ as it caught two more people in the distance their attention. Seeing something landed ]

[ fogs and dust fanning away. As smoke finally cooling off ]

[ it looks like a small crystal pod... It caught Cap'n's attention with the others as they ran near with them ] " hold on.. Is that a.. Diamond? Uuh what kind of stone? "

" shsh! " [ Sweet shushed. As they walked closer. Then.. Something opened. A door ]

[ it slide opened. With a person inside. Unconscious. It looks like another speaker. But with wings and feathers. With a white dress and golden stars ]

" woah... " [ Mark looked closer. And closer.. Seeing it.. Asleep.. It looks.. Pretty.. ]

" is it dead? " [ Cap'n walked closer ] " idiot. It doesn't look dead! "

[ K_K on the other side. Bent and leaned down. Taking a closer look and hear if there's anythinf running ] " yep! Still alive~! Just asleep. "

" should we.. Bring it inside? " [ Cap'n asked. Looking at the unconscious speaker. Looks like its been in a coma ]

[ Sweet deciding. It crossed their arms] " hmm i dunno. It looks innocent but it'll attack us if it wakes up.. "

" cmon! It looks like a princess who probably just left her castle! "

[ Mark then was the first to carry the unconscious speaker ] " I should bring it inside. "

" Mark no! "

" Sweet. Chill.. I'm sure we'll figure it out where she comes from and then.. Know something bout her.. "

" kdbdkehfjf fine. " [ it let out a huff ]

[ Mark looked at the other speaker. Sleeping into his arms. It looked nice.. He could almost feel his own heart beats louder ]

[ Mark walked to the direction where their house is. The others followed. Looking at the speaker's wings sparkling ]

[ it was took inside. Kept it warm... ]

[ theyll figure it out.. And.. Know who she is.. When she wakes up.. ]