#I swear I’m a nice person irl

[astarionposting]

okok question-- What is your most morally gray but most enjoyable thing to do in Baldur's Gate? Mine's making big things of ice and playing music to watch NPCs slip all over the place. I can do that for HOURS Is that morally gray? Idk, but it's fun 🙈

I would say that is probably morally gray LOL, but also extremely entertaining!

Hmmm, I don’t know if this is considered morally gray, more just a silly thing, but I always slap gale’s hand before saving him in every playthrough lol… I also like to make that tiefling in the grove bow to Lae’zel every playthrough 😆

Everything else I do in bg3 that I consider fun is just straight up evil or mean 💀 like I don’t actually enjoy saving people in bg3, but I do it if my character is supposed to be good (I’m lazy) 😭 the only person I’m actually nice to all the time is Astarion because I’m a simp 😊 😊

[shirefantasies]

One of my besties is hyping me up to ask a new coworker out but I have never done that before I am do a frighten

[greenorangevioletgrass]

tuesday in the park (a.d.)

pairing: divorced!art x reader

synopsis: your alone time at the park takes an interesting turn when a little girl breaks the quiet, but maybe... her dad is a good company.

warnings: language, smoking, mention of divorce, lily is an adorable lil oblivious cupid, sooo much tension tho, maybe smut in future parts? idk

notes: i am back and pathetic bitch boy art has officially given me a brainrot. this is also very self-indulgent and heavily based on my irl experience (except the fact that it's art, sadly) soooo... enjoy!

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City parks are fucking depressing. Especially the industrial type that’s square, and covered in concrete and has, like, four trees. They’re all well-manicured and hung with string lights, but there’s still barely enough greens to call it a park. And to add insult to injury, a Tiffany’s installation art currently sits at the head of the park—a giant diamond ring in a lush velvet box the size of a Range Rover. It’s gaudy as shit, and the massive Aston Martin billboard overhead is an assault to the eyes. You honestly have no idea why you’re sitting here.

Oh, right. It’s like 2PM on a Tuesday afternoon in some downtown office area, so there’s nobody else there. You can just sit and smoke and watch the water spout from the ground in pretty patterns. The steady rhythm of the fountain jets quiets the chaos in your mind.

Inhale. Exhale. As the fountain hisses and ceases, hisses and ceases…

And then suddenly… another pattern.

A pitter-patter. Like little footsteps. Quick moving, and then it stops. Right to your left.

You turn your head and see a little girl sitting right next to you. Her white sneakers look so small next to yours. She pushes a lock of dark ringlets off of her face as she watches the floor fountain in quiet curiosity and awe.

It takes you a moment to realize you still had a cigarette in your hand. You quickly stub it out as far from her as you can. “Uh… hello.” You frown at your own words, but how the fuck do you talk to kids in this situation?!

But the kid looks up and smiles at you politely. “Hello.” she nods and then returns her gaze to the water bursting in canon.

You’re even more confused. She doesn’t even seem deterred by sitting next to a stranger—willingly, at that. “Well, are you… are you alone?” 

“No. With my dad,” she answers, light as a feather.

“Oh, good. Good.” You sigh in relief and look around for any sign of a parent, adult, anyone looking for a missing child. “Where’s your—”

“Lily! There you are!” A man’s voice cuts through the dull noise of the city. You turn around to see him rushing over to the little girl, grimacing apologetically at you. “Sorry. I’m not a negligent father, I swear. I just… turned around and this little monkey’s run off.”

The little girl—Lily, apparently— giggles as her dad throws her a look, gentle but firm. “You said we could watch the water fountains, Daddy!”

“Yeah, but don’t run off like that…” He rolls his eyes, though you notice his sharp jaw twitching with a hidden smile.  And then, leaning into Lily’s ear but still loud enough within your earshot, “And you certainly weren’t supposed to invade this nice lady’s personal space—”

“It’s no trouble. I was just sitting here,” you quickly wave him off.

“Daddy, can I play over there?” Lily points at the streaming water at the center of the park.

The man pulls a face. “I don’t know, Lil—”

“Come on, Daddy…” 

“No way.”

“Just for five minutes. Please?” She bats her eyelashes, and you can immediately tell it’s her father’s Achilles heel. Because as much as you try to stay out of the conversation, you can hear the audible sigh coming from him, followed by,

“Fine. Five minutes, okay?”

The little girl bolts off to the fountains, tiny hands reaching out to the jet streams, testing out how strong it is. Figuring out the fountain pattern and stepping on each jet right as it shuts off, one foot after the other. It makes you wish it was socially acceptable for adults to do that, too. 

“You’re free to sit and watch her from here, if you want.”

He looks at you, like really looks at you for the first time. At your rolled-up button-down, the chain around your neck with a pendant he can’t see under your collar. But mostly at your kind eyes—weathered, witnessed, but somehow not judging.

He pushes his short blond hair out of his face the same way the little girl does, and the similarity almost makes you laugh… if you weren’t so worried about making a fool of yourself in front of this handsome man. “You sure? I… didn’t want to intrude.”

You shake your head softly and scoot over on the steps, allowing him just enough space to sit down.

He notices the stubbed cigarette between your forefinger and middle finger. “You got another one on you?”

It takes you a beat to realize what he’s talking about. “Oh!” You reach for your pack of Camel, and offer it to him, one cigarette stick already pushed out for easier access.

He takes it with a polite smile, but then pauses upon realizing he has no lighter either. “Um, do you mind if I borrow—”

You lean in as he puts it between his lips, one hand cupping the light from the breeze, and his heart stops at how close you are. Close enough to notice the gloss on your lips. Close enough to get a faint whiff of your floral perfume.

(And unbeknownst to him, your heart stutters a little, too, and you hope he doesn’t notice the way you fumble lighting your own cigarette.)

“Thanks, um…” he trails off. 

You tell him your name, and he repeats it almost thoughtfully. His tongue darts out to wet his lips, like he’s chasing the taste of your name as it leaves his mouth.

He nods. “I’m Art.”

He does look like it. The navy blue sweater hangs just right on his broad shoulders, understated but high-quality. The sleeves are rolled up to his elbows, showing a sleek black Piguet around his wrist. A simplicity to complement his refined features. His bone structure is cut like the gods, but the permanent frown etched between his brows, casting a shadow over his deep-set eyes, tells you that he is facing the troubles of man. And the awkward way he’s holding his cigarette makes him look like a boy. Of course, you can’t say any of that to him, so you settle with,

“Nice to meet you, Art.”

He can’t remember the last time somebody said that to him and meant it. And right now, sitting in this concrete park alone, he can see no pretense coming from you. No ass-kissing, no sizing-up, just a genuine kind gesture of a stranger. And it makes him so fucking relieved. 

“So what brings you out here?”

“Work, actually. A meeting,” Art replies somewhat vaguely. He’s not really keen on divulging the details of sponsorship and endorsement deals. Not when you don’t seem to know who he is. “Lily saw the park from the window and insisted we check it out when we’re done.”

“Ah, does she normally tag along with you to work meetings?” You ask with a playful glint, although the unspoken question of his whole situation is well heard. “She should. She looks like a great negotiator. Just saying.”

He chuckles. “Maybe she should. My, uh…” Art stops himself before he could say ‘wife’ because Tashi isn’t that anymore. Not his wife because they aren’t married anymore; not his coach either, because he doesn’t play tennis anymore. “Lily’s mom and I take turns every other week.”

And there it is. Your lips pull up into a soft line, not quite a smile but a gesture of understanding. “Must be tough.”

“Yeah. Yeah, it’s a lot of changes. But she’s doing okay, I think…” Art pauses, “I hope.”

You follow his gaze and look at Lily, who must be playing some kind of Indiana Jones fantasy scenario with the water fountains. Not an ounce of care in the world. “She looks like a tough kid.”

“She is.” Art smiles bittersweetly. “Anyway, you didn’t come here to listen to my sob story. What brings you to this park?”

The air that pulls both of you in releases, and you lean back on your elbows against the concrete. “Oh, I just finished work and I… needed some air.”

“What do you do?”

“I’m an interpreter.”

His eyebrows shoot up in interest. “Like the Nicole Kidman movie?”

“Exactly.” You point your half-cigarette at him, and share a tentative smile with him.

“Do you do, like… high-profile, UN-related assassination investigations, too?”

You chuckle, shaking your head. “It’s not nearly as cool in real life. Most of it’s pretty boring, like contract negotiations and focus group discussions…”

“But the stories you must’ve heard, right? Or do you just… zone out at some point?”

“Sometimes. Sometimes you end up shutting off your brain and go on autopilot.”

“But not today?”

You smile ruefully at him, and he knows the answer. You take a thoughtful puff of your cigarette. “It’s… a bit hard when they’re talking about… how they had to jump off of the ship and swim across the channel in the dead of night, because they would rather die in the open water—a couple of them did— than die working in the fishing vessel…”

“Fuck.”

“And I know it’s not really meant for me—they’re talking to my client sitting next to me. But when they look you in the eyes and speak to you…” you trail off, taking a long drag of your cigarette.

Art takes it as a cue for his cigarette, too, although he notices you tapping the ashes off one, two, three times. “Must be tough.”

You roll your eyes playfully at him for quoting your own words back to you. “Ah well, it pays the bills. Besides, I get to clock out at 2PM on a Tuesday and enjoy this…” you inhale through your teeth disdainfully, “beautiful, brutalist… Soviet-core park.”

He laughs, the real kind of laughter that throws his head back, and it warms your heart enough to laugh, too. “It’s bullshit, isn’t it?”

“It’s bullshit! And what the fuck is that horrendous giant ring doing here?” The two of you cackle over the installation art across the park. “And that billboard… it’s ridiculous.”

Art’s laughter dies down on his lips as he looks up at the billboard in question. The Aston Martin “Game Changers” campaign from last year. Fuck. Even when he’s completely separated from Tashi, her presence still looms over like a panopticon.

You turn to him with a smile still etched on your face, completely oblivious to the storm in his head. “What?”

But he looks ahead, too caught up in the hurricane to hear you. He just… looks up at the billboard, his face darkens.

Oh.

You feel silly for not putting two and two together—you’ve been staring at the billboard mindlessly for a good fifteen minutes, goddammit— so you tread very carefully. “That, uh… Lily’s mom?”

Art looks down on his lap, as if not daring to look at Tashi’s picture. Or at Lily, or at you. “Yeah.”

There’s no right word for it. There’s no coming back from this, nothing he can say can make this better, and he can’t help but kick himself for fucking up. What he is fucking up, he’s not entirely sure. But he’s not ready to end this conversation with you, not on such a weird note.

“I can’t imagine what it must be like…” because you can’t. Losing a spouse is hard enough, but to have it out there in the open…

“It’s tough,” he nods in confirmation, and you smile feebly at his attempt at a callback to your little inside joke. To the moment where things are fine, all things considered. 

If the air ebbed and flowed earlier, it must’ve just… froze now. You don’t even remember the cigarette in your hand until the ash falls onto your hand and you gasp at the sudden heat, putting it out on the ground.

“I’m sorry. I should get out of your hair—”

“Do you wanna get a drink some time?”

The question catches both of you off-guard, eyes blinking at each other in shock. He didn’t think he heard you right, and your mouth seems to work faster than the filter in your brain.

Your face runs hot, and you chuckle sheepishly. “Sorry. You probably don’t wanna hear that—”

“I do.” He’s not sure which question he’s answering. Maybe both? Definitely both.

“Oh! Um…”

And right in that moment, Lily comes padding over with squelching steps in her shoes, completely drenched but over the moon. “Daddy, Daddy, that was so much fun! Can we come back here? I see lights on the floor, and I think the fountain lights up at night!”

Art puts out his cigarette under his shoe, chuckling at his daughter,  “Baby, you’re soaked! Did you try to take a shower there or something?” immediately wringing water out of her hair.

“I’ll take a real shower when we get home.”

“Well, duh. But I don’t want you to catch a cold… come here.” He crosses his arm to grab the hem of his sweater and tug it over his head to put it on his daughter.

The girl looks thoroughly unamused as the clothing item falls halfway down her calves and the sleeves nearly touch the ground. “Daddy, this is ridiculous.”

You grin, and you can’t help but wonder how much of that sass came from Art. “Looks pretty chic to me.”

He nods at you, glad that you’re backing him up. “Thank you.” He then turns to Lily pointedly.

Lily half-smiles at you. “Thank you,” although she still isn’t quite convinced.

“I’m sorry, we really gotta go. But how do I, um…” he trails off. Gosh, he was hoping to do this out of Lily’s sight. Lily’s sight means Tashi’s sight, and he’s not ready for that talk just yet.

“Take my card.” You whip out a neat stainless steel case, and slides out a white-and-blue business card. Your name is printed in a sleek black font, right above ‘Interpreter’ in a smaller case. Your email and phone number follows.

His fingers brush against yours as he takes it, and he prays to God or whoever is up there that he doesn’t give anything away to you or Lily. Not a quirk, not a peep. Just two strangers connecting by chance.

“Thank you.” He nods evenly as he pockets the card, trying to contain the butterflies in his stomach—he’s always thought he was too old for that by now, but maybe… just maybe… “You have a nice day.”

“You, too.” You squint up at him under the sun, and then smile and wave at the little girl. “Bye, Lily.”

She waves at you as Art sweeps her up into his arms, and you don’t let yourself turn all the way around to watch them leave. Instead, with one final look at Art’s “Game Changers” billboard ad in the distance, you grab your pack of Camel and light another cigarette between your lips.

[cerise-apple]

Context behind this pic: At some point in my existence I just started to like imagining Deku with this sort of halo.

… Yeah, I don’t know why someone hasn’t killed me yet, either.

Seriously though, I only have green and red colored drawing utensils in my house rn. Don’t even have a pencil sharpener. >_>’ I drew this based on what I have atm.

I am gonna make this the cover to my fic though. Cause I don’t give a frick.

[sorrowsofsilence]

Faster • Karlsson

Pairing: Jolly Karlsson x Fem!Reader

Words: 2.1k

Warnings: Smut (18+, fingering, female!receiving), choking, derogatory term used (slut).

Prompt: you know what they say, guitarists finger faster.

PART TWO HERE

Author note: I swear these got even dirtier as they went on… AWOOGA lol. But here is the last one under this prompt!! I hope you enjoyed this “mini-series” as much as I did.

THIS IS A FANFIC USING REAL PEOPLE IN A FICTIONAL SITUATION! I AM NOT IMPLYING THAT THIS PERSON WOULD DO THIS IRL OR ACT LIKE THIS! ITS FICTION!

Tags: @sammyjoeee @cookiesupplier @nyxthedestroyerofworlds @th4t-em0-k1d  @lans-angels @dsireland86 @whenthesummerdies @spicywhenspeaking

Well, you know what they say, guitarists finger faster.

You swallowed harshly as you watched Jolly’s fingers grazing across the guitar strings, your mind travelling to various unholy thoughts.

The two of you were sat in the studio, producing some solo work Jolly wanted to try doing on the side. It surprised you when Jolly asked you to join him since the two of you only become friends a few months prior due to Noah, whom you had met at a Bad Omen’s after-party and talked about producing music yourself.

You and Noah had hit it off immediately, sharing interests in curating different styles of sounds and imploring each other’s creativity. You two were so invested in the conversation you hadn’t noticed the man looming behind him who was watching you with curious eyes, until Noah turned, almost bumping into him.

“Oh! Jolly!” Noah had said, his smile wide, “This is Y/N, she’s also a producer!”

You held out your hand instinctively, not even seeing the man properly until Noah stepped away, revealing the most beautiful man you’ve ever seen.

You were ready to melt at his mysterious smile alone as he shook your hand, tattooed fingers slipping around yours enigmatically. It was your breaking point when he spoke, the deep Swede accent that left his lips had you completely captivated, ready to surrender everything to the stranger.

“Nice to meet you, I’m Joakim, but everyone calls me Jolly.” His chestnut hair was half up in a bun and half down, the scruff of facial hair carved through his features just right. Your eyes had trailed to his piercings, the cross dangling from his lobe invigorating, and the piercing of his nose sending your stomach into spirals. Any man with a pierced nose knows how to fuck.

You were hooked the moment you met him, but you remained ignorant of his feelings being reciprocated. You told yourself he could be with anyone, and that he couldn’t have any interest in you- but Jolly was fixated that very same day.

Jolly had gone home from the party with his mind dominated by your image. He was consumed by thoughts of what could be; the smile you gave him when you two parted after talking to each other for hours during the event leaving him swooning.

For months the two of you stole glances at one another, both of you smiling in greeting when you got together with the band to work on their new album. Behind each grin was a plea for one another to make a first move; the fantasy of completely devouring each other.

Jolly wanted you more than anyone he’s ever crossed paths with. He loved the way your s/c skin radiated through the sun, your perfect h/c hair accompanying your e/c eyes. He wanted all of you. Needed all of you.

The more time you spent with the boys, the more the tension would build. You would let your fingers graze across his skin when you passed each other equipment, and would purposefully wear certain clothes you knew drove him wild. You’d walk past with a sauter in your step, bending over in front of him to pick up cables or reverb pedals after a recording session.

Jolly would watch with hungry eyes as he licked his lips, readjusting himself through the pocket of his pants as his mind undressed you. He imagined bending you over the studio couch, holding back your arms as leverage to fuck you deeper and faster; touching himself over a dozen times to the thought of how good you’d feel, wrapped around himself- desperate to send you onto your knees, praying his name.

You sat across from him in the studio, sitting cross-legged on top of the leather rolly chair placed by the computer screen. You listened to Jolly’s strumming through the headphones plugged into the amp, bobbing your head to the music. Flickering your eyes to Jolly, his own were closed as he bit the inside of his cheek, focusing on the riff.

Your eyes wandered back and continued to watch as his hands danced through the harmony he created, his fingers picking through the strings with ease; your stomach spiralling with thoughts of what his fingers could do to your own body. You wanted to think about anything else, but your heart began to race, face flushing.

Jolly watched you admire his hands working along the neck of the guitar, and you didn’t know that he caught on to the effect his playing had over you. He strummed a few more cords before sighing, taking off his headphones and placing the guitar on the stand next to him.

“I don’t know if I liked the sound of that,” Jolly said, standing up. Your heart hammered as he got closer to you, staring up through your lashes towards the man towering over you as you sat below him.

“Can you play it back for me?” He asked, and you nodded quickly, swallowing away your lustful desires as he spun your chair around. You clicked your way through the computer, looking for the riff. You unplugged your headphones so you two could hear it aloud, and Jolly frowned once he listened to it back.

“No no,” he hummed, before leaning down over the back of the chair, face inches away as he placed his hand over yours on top of the mouse, “Here.”

You let out a shaky breath at the proximity, as he guided your hand to click the part he wanted to listen to.

“What?” Jolly whispered, turning to look at you now. You felt his warm breath cascade over your ear, “Are you nervous?”

Your face warmed as you turned to look at him, “no, why would I be nervous?”

He smiled, his lip finding its way between his teeth as he looked towards the computer, exiting the program.

“I’m tired of playing this game,” He said, standing back up and turning the chair around so you were facing his body, head barely above his waste line.

“Wh-what game?” You laughed nervously, but your stomach erupted into spirals of excitement.

Jolly’s hand gripped underneath your chin as he forced your gaze towards his own, holding you in place, “You want me-”

You almost choked on your saliva at his bold words, even if true.

“-And I want you.” He finished, eyes searching your face for any doubt. His grip tightened on your jaw for a moment as your chest rose heavily before he leaned forward, placing a hand on either side of the armrests of the chair. He hovered over you, waiting for an answer.

“Am I wrong?” His head cocked to the side, and your lips parted briefly, before shaking your head.

“No,” you bit the inside of your cheek, avoiding his eyes. Jolly’s heart raced when you agreed with his words, the realization that you felt the same way causing his breath to hitch.

“So kiss me,” He demanded, leaning closer towards you, noses almost touching. You looked at him now, eyes wide as your chest hammered with nerves.

“I said, kiss me,” He stated again, and you analyzed his expression, reading his stern yet titillating gaze.

You didn’t even nod before closing the gap between the two of you, Jolly sighing in complete relief as your lips met. Jolly kissed you firmly, immediately licking at your lip to open the kiss, devouring each other.

You almost began moaning into his lips as you vibrated with excitement, your ears warming through the heat of the moment.

Jolly himself had to restrain himself from taking you right then and there on the chair, ready to mercilessly pound into you with no constraint. Instead, he wrapped his fingers around your neck, pulling you to stand up beneath him, gripping your body as though he owned you.

You barely held yourself up against Jolly’s grasp, letting your own hands roam beneath his t-shirt and trail along the covered skin. His free hand ran down your back, memorizing your hips through a repetitive pattern as he reached beneath the short black skirt you wore.

Jolly’s hunger for you was lascivious, the grip on your neck proving so; but it wasn’t until he dipped beneath your collarbone, placing his tongue at your nape before licking his way up to underneath your jaw. His mouth moved against yours ruthlessly, afraid to miss any inch of your being, sucking along the spot behind your ear. A breathy laugh escaped your lips in disbelief at his yearning caress against your skin.

Your hands trailed to the waistband of Jolly’s jeans, tugging at the fabric, dipping your fingers dangerously close, before running them along the hem of his underwear, teasing him. Jolly was already hardening as your lips melted against his own, but he was no longer able to stop himself as he pulled you by the neck towards the studio sofa; famished and lewd.

The pent-up tension of the last few months eased as the two of you watched each other while he pushed you into the leather, replacing the anxiety with heated desperation.

“You have no idea how many times I have touched myself to thoughts of you,” Jolly shared a suave smile, and you grinned back, satisfied at his words.

“I’ve wanted you since the day we met,” You said as Jolly sat beside you, hands roaming over your body again. You slouched your body into the cushions, resting your heels on the edge. Jolly kissed you again, his hands wandering between your legs as he rubbed them up along your skin, clawing and squeezing before spreading your thighs apart. He lifted the fabric of your skirt, exposing your underwear. You thanked fucking god that you chose a slutty pair of lace ones this morning.

Jolly’s lips trailed down your neck as his fingers began to dance along your covered core, and you winced once they grazed over your desperation. You stared at him, pleading with him to do something, anything.

Jolly pulled your underwear to the side and he spread your arousal along your folds with the pads of his inked fingers. Your breath picked up pace as you watched how they grazed over you delicately. Jolly eventually began circling over where you craved him most, and you moaned into his lips with furrowed brows. You tried not to buck your hips for more friction.

“Please, fuck me with your fingers,” you pulled away from him, begging.

Jolly chuckled, “So that’s why you always watch the way I play guitar.”

He watched you intensely with parted lips as he teased you a moment more, before sinking his fingers through you. Jolly ravished in the moment you looked back at him through hooded eyes, succumbing to his touch.

“Fuck,” you cursed, refusing to break eye contact with Jolly as his fingers pumped in and out, curling upwards as he beckoned for you to moan.

“Say my name,” Jolly said, pushing into you with force, the speed of his fingers flicking against your spot leaving you blinded with incitement, “Who’s fucking you with their fingers? You’re going to come on them like the good little slut you are.”

“You,” You cried, holding your thighs into your chest as you exposed yourself fully, surrendering, “Jolly.”

The shit-eating grin plastered on his face said it all, pleased at your submission. Jolly’s other hand reached to stimulate the top of you for a moment, pushing your body over the edge.

You screamed as he remained fixated on your pleasure, pumping his fingers with immense speed through your orgasm until you pushed him away, catching your breath.

Jolly smiled proudly through hooded eyes, sliding his fingers along you one last time before bringing his fingers up to your lips.

“Suck,” He demanded, and you obliged, opening your mouth as he pushed his fingers towards the back of your throat. You moaned, tasting yourself against his fingers, sucking along his digits.

A guttural groan emanated from Jolly as he envisioned your lips wrapped around him, taking all he offered, saliva dripping from your tongue. He wanted nothing more than to fuck you aimlessly into his mattress, leaving you a withering mess.

“Let’s go back to my place,” Jolly said, kissing you desperately again before standing up, adjusting himself in his pants and grabbing his keys.

You stared at him, wanting to please him, “But- it’s your turn?”

Jolly gave you a low laugh, throwing his jacket over his shoulders as he pulled you up off the couch, smacking your ass to push you forward.

“Where else do you think I’m going to fuck into you senselessly?”

Part Two ;)

[valeriele3]

Have another TWST and Enstars crossover (kinda)

Dorm Leaders + Jamil

Your friends remind you of another friend from back home

Riddle:

“Hey Riddle, I just noticed..You look a lot like a friend from back home”

“I do..?”

“Mhm! His name is Tsukasa Suou! He looks almost exactly like you! Except his eyes are a different color and he doesn’t have your uh heart ahoge”

“I see..Tell me, is he a follower of rules?”

“Uhm..I guess? I mean he is a knight so..”

Leona:

“Y’know..You forcing me to let you sleep on my lap reminds me of someone dear to me back in my world..”

“…”

“You remind me a lot of Ritsu. He’s very veryyy dear to me..He would basically sleep 24/7 and whenever he saw me he would force me to sleep and cuddle with him. If not that then he’ll use me as a pillow”

“Huh? H-Hey Leona where’re you going??”

Leona leaving you because he’s jealous about this Ritsu and it put him in a bad mood(Leona’s annoyed lol)

Azul:

“Sigh..You and Ibara would get along nicely”

“Who?”

“A businessman who also likes to suck up to people”

Kalim:

“Hey Kalim, thank you..”

“Hm? For what?”

“For making me feel at home..You too Jamil”

“Eh?” (He was secretly hiding in the shadows)

“Oh! Jamil! You were here the whole time?!”

“..No comment on that”

“Anyways, what’d you mean “thank you?””

“You guys just remind me a lot of two of my friends back home..”

“Their names are Subaru Akehoshi and Hokuto Hidaka”

“Kalim’s energy and personality is just like Subaru and Jamil’s demeanor reminds me of Hokuto”

“Especially because of how you always take care of Kalim..It’s just like how Hokuto keeps Subaru in check..Well, as best as he can at least since Subaru can just somehow rope you into his problems—”

Vil:

“Sigh..I get it..! Please stop nagging me so much Vil”

“Hah? Nagging you? I’m just telling you to take better care of yourself”

“I swear it’s like Izumi came here with me..Sigh..”

“And who is this Izumi you speak of?”

“A friend although he feels more like a mom for always nagging me to take better care of myself..Or more specifically my skin”

“Now that I think about it, you guys would get along so well because of your obsession with looking good or somethin’..”

“Seems like a person who understands the importance of beauty. And, fix your way of speaking! It’s ‘something’ not ‘somethin’.

“It looks like Epel has been influencing you in a bad way. You aren’t allowed to see him anymore”

“Wha— Hey! You can’t do that!”

“I’m afraid I can darling”

Idia:

“Idia~ Come..Hang..Outtt with me..!” (You’re trying to drag him out of his room)

[Insert Panicked scream] “No! I don’t wanna..!”

“Staying inside 24/7 is bad for you! You need to get under the sun at least once in a while..!” (Don’t worry Idia I’m like that irl)

[Insert a picture of you trying to drag Idia out and him desperately hanging onto his bed]

“Oh!” [Accidentally drops Idia on the ground]

“If you don’t want to go outside that bad then..How about this? You can just use the vents to travel from place to place!”

“Huh..? W-What gave you that crazy idea..”

“Hm? Don’t worry it’s probably safe! A close friend of mine likes to travel around the place using the vents!”

“He even uses the vents in my room to spy on me every night” You wholeheartedly smile and laugh at the thought like it isn’t weird at all

‘What the heckkkk..That’s a different kind of weird..! That’s straight up creepy’ Idia is going a thousand miles a minute inside his mind right now

“C’mon..! You can be like Mayoi!”

“Is that what that creeps name is..?” Idia whispers to himself but you still heard it

“HAH?! DID YOU JUST CALL MAYOI A CREEP?! 💢💢”

[Insert Idia’s scream again] “N-NO! I DIDNT..!”

“Good” :))

“Now let’s go! Let us brave through this storm called life!”

Malleus:

“Heheh..I have a feeling you’ll get along well with a friend of mine back home Tsunotaro!”

“Oh?”

“I’m sure Nagisa would love to talk to you someday..! Maybe when I get back home I’ll introduce you to him”

“I see. Well if the child of man says so then I mustn’t refuse”

Malleus is thinking that maybe if he gains Nagisa’s favor Nagisa will allow you to date him. After all it’s good to have points from your close ones right? And if you mentioned this Nagisa then surely that person is close to you

Sorry about the other’s parts like Azul and Idia I couldn’t really think what to write for their part

[cherrybeartoast]

things my family (and friends) have said irl as things skz would say

tagging @hannahhbahng since harper was a lil excited about the last one !!!

chris:

"i'm unpredictable. i'm dangerous. i just put on my indicators and went straight."

"aw, thank you, you saved me a spot while i was busy rolling my ankle!"

"and while you finish that off im gonna draw some faces on eggs. because i’m an adult and i can."

"break your mate's hand...assert dominance...actually make sure they have medical insurance first."

*standing in the doorway* "i AM outside. i can feel the wind in my...beanie."

minho:

"if someone hits you, kill their mother."

"yeah, yeah, you don't wear sunscreen bc it makes you feel gross, y what'll feel grosser? chEMOTHERAPY, DUMB BITCH!"

"no offence? there is a fence! i have so many fences, i have a whole ass yard."

"c'mon now you've been through sexual education, you know how these things happen."

"you're not putting on your jumper right. you're meant to like, suffocate three times during the process, it's just sliding on nicely."

"i am jamie oliver reincarnated- oh wait he's not dead yet."

changbin:

"the rabbits eat the carrots and then the carrots eat the...oh wait that doesn't work."

"i'm sorry about my language but...it's fricking lit."

"do you mind if i eat my peanuts?"

"my goodness your hydrangeas are looking SMASHING!"

"is 'flamboyant' a good word to use?"

"those are the beaniest beans i've ever beaned."

hyunjin:

"i said bless you twice. i'm not saying it again."

"they're RECYCLED pants. they're made from crushing OLD PANTS, and turning them into NEW PANTS."

"i'm going to grammar my essay. full stop, full stop...talky marks, another full stop."

"no, because i am an inconsistent queen."

"well it is study skills, you're skilling your studies, studying your skills."

"pft, well, someone owns the moon!"

jisung:

"i sat in the freezer once for like 10 minutes and it was SO COLD."

"and maybe that's just my excessive people pleasing wait does your ear cuff go all the way around okay good."

"and so i tried talking to...i'm about to fall asleep."

"woah...trauma jokes are DEEP."

“eueOEHHHHHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! cancelcancelcancelcancelcancel.”

"living that pre-christian lifestyle!"

"you give a fish a man a day, that day, a man a live."

felix:

"you look very nice and golden. like a nice toasted waffle."

"no don't swear! the frog i'm playing in crossy road might be very young."

"I TOLD YOU EVERYTHING WAS FINE STUPID DUOLINGO MAN!"

"no we have to do it prehistorically."

"maybe i identify as a salamander."

"i don't think that's possible, i'm a morning person."

seungmin:

"it's not cheating, it's psychological consultation."

"in the nicest possible way, you look like a white rapper."

"no, i'm not writing CHAPTER THE THIRD, dumbass."

"thanks for the gift but my birthday was like four months ago and this is a library book."

"that never would've happened if you had SAFER CHAIR ETIQUETTE."

"that's like saying oh you have 5mins to answer this questioHA NEVERMIND!"

"MWAHAHAAHA my rat is coming along!"

jeongin:

"they're being PRODUCTED!"

"pretty sure he practices snoring."

"yeah, you love me. but not like that. no homo."

“HOW CAN YOU COMPARE SOMEONE TO A USELESS ORGAN THAT NOBODY LIKES BECAUSE IT EXPLODES?”

"if i just use really descriptive words...anne. frank. died. badly. anne frank died badly by death which is sad because she died by death."

[pebiejeebies]

How to get yourself a partner! By Pebie!! (PLEASE DONT DO THIS IRL ISTFG…!!!)

I’m so normal, btw this is very long, BUT I SWEAR ITS WORTH IT!1

First, act very innocent to said person! So they don’t suspect anything!!

It will give them a false sense of security,, and when they fall for it….

YOU SHOW THEM YOUR SURPRISE!!

Tip! Use your plot armor advantage!! They can’t complain if they’re in your game! :3c

Tch! Works every time 😋

Make sure to make them faint, or else the plan will fail :(

Once you get them to faint, OOOOHOHOOHOHOOOO!! LET ME COOK!!

Yep! It’s definitely what you think it is, no, not a simple boring tea party,

It’s a date!! :Oc but deceive them into thinking it’s just a tea party! So they don’t get creeped out :(

They will most likely ask for some tea to kill their head ache!! So offer some normal and safe tea!

Then you give them a false sense of security, I’ll tell you why soon :)

Give them stress and fear, but comfort them by your attitude! Like always speaking softly and kindly, despite the fact that they could DIE :P

Haha /ref to Fear garden!! Haha… ha..

No, but seriously it’s all harmless! Just keep toying with them for a while, until they slowly start to trust you despite your horrific behavior!!

Now, look at this!!

Once they see that your ill intentions weren’t true, they’ll trust you more!

But keep toying more and more until the its time!

Plus, recommend randomly disappearing for a while to make them feel scared with out you <:(c

again, so their trust slowly grows with each other!! <3

Again, keeeeepp toying, I promise it’s worth it

Being corny is sadly a part of this process, but it will let them trust you! :D

LOOK LOOK!! IT WORKED! BLUSHING IS THE FIRST SIGN!! ESPECIALLY WHEN THEY WRITE A WHOLE PARAGRAPH ABOUT YOUR KINDNESS!! :DD

LADIES, GENTLEMEN, AND ENBYPALS,,

WE GOTTEM!!!

(I’m so sane guys I’m sooooo sane… soo soo sans… hrggehehehgerg)

Yeah lol I have nothing to say,, but omfg do share your stories if you actually do this!! I’ll make an easier list of what you’re supposed to do

How to get: Fictional Partner

1 - Introduce yourself nicely and shyly to prevent any suspicions

2 - Make them faint

3 - Take them to the “Tea party” that is truly, a date

4 - Give them many false sense of security, but keep your genuine intentions pretty basic!

5 - Give them the option to leave, or…. 😋

YOYR VERY WELCOME!!

Peeps who wanted to taste my cooking!!

@cookieseals @salachy-part-two @plasky @fannybfdi-number1fan @axolkitkat @jazzberiperks

:D

[betasquadx]

Niko is such a strange person. Not in the way he's weird but like I've never come across something like him. And I don't think I ever will. One of the reasons I like him so much is he doesn't care. He doesn't care if he's cringe or chaotic, or weird. He's so....Niko. He's so attractive without even trying. He's so sweet and humble as well. For someone as cool and amazing as him. I want to kiss him on the mouth.

Prepare yrself for a long paragraph.. (essay basically)

This bro. (The end is crazy babe but u ate regardless) I swear i’ve been trynna explain to my friends and they wont hmo😭. Like omg don’t get me started bae (oops u did..) like as u said he’s so sweet and humble, like wtv about the trolling you can tell he’s genuinely a nice person. Like he’s so generous and kind like omd. Nice guys 🔛🔝 fuck ‘bad boys’ the hell? He’s so funny as-well like from being unintentionally funny and his little sarcastic and side comments omfg. AND THE COMMENTARY MAN HELP ME😭. I BE ALMOST JOKING ON MY WATER FROM LAUGHING ISTG. Stop and his cuteness istg. Like he’s actually a cutie patootie. I was talking to one of my moots about it, she brought up his sleepy voice in the last to fall asleep vid and omfg. Part of me was like ‘🤭😻’ and the other part was ‘🥹💔’ LIKE. And the way he was hugging everyone when they came back omg :(. Stop AND (i think I’ve said and 42 times) his little downward smile I swr i’m the only one to bring this up omds, adorbs. His confidence is another thing that just.. fucking hell. (I think this is a problem..!!) yk how hot it is, genuinely? The way this man can go up to someone, say the most vile disgusting unhumane horrid cancellable thing on planet earth, and walk away like it never happened? 🛐🛐🫶🏻🫶🏻💍💍. Marriage. Omfd. Stop and he’s actually so smart as well like? Him those quiz vids.. omfg bro how does this man know that much? Like? Icl tho when he said ‘according to my calculations’ in that one vid.. I- 💀 niko babe no..!! Stop but yk when he puts his hands up and holds them while concentrating & has that one look on his face?! Yeah.. idk.. sm about that.. like.. 🫣😓🤔😶🤗🤭.. yous can say what u want about that but, me personally? ☺️👏🫶🏻🛐. No bcuz he’s genuinely so fine as well tho my friends are trippin. Like that man, omds. From his eyes to his smile to his HANDS (i had to mention them bro i’ve seen an edit..) like OMDJWKSJDJSWJJWJWJWJWJSJSKJWJSNWNWKWKEJEKWKEKWKW. I do not care that he walks like a 75yo with a walking stick. He’s fine. Bro him in a suit hits so diff bro omfds. Istg anytime I see him in a suit I nearly pass out. Unrelated but he likes the barbie movie. ☺️. Love him 4 that. Had to mention it bc surprisingly (not rlly) their aren’t a-lot of men who do.. (like its not based on what some of them do irl but okay!!) His eyes are actually so.. omfswiwosiw. Like yes stare at me like that bae!! 😻. Anyways I’m gonna stop now bc I feel like it’s getting out of hand guys.. *I will continue this in my notes*

BYE😭

[asclexe]

⭐️ government-forced blog intro post ⭐️

(new and improved!)

welcome to marvin’s marvelous mechanical museum!

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hai!! hello!! hey!! what’s up!! basic info/fun stuff below the cut

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⭐️sexuality: aroace lesbian (im soo gay for olivia wilde and sza though)

⭐️i am a minor! be respectful!

⭐️nationality: american *sad eagle screech* (EST timezone)

⭐️ i am also white

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⭐️fandoms and interests: house md mainly (im on season 6 of my first watch-through)!! dead poet’s society, good omens, dungeon meshi and occasional hazbin hotel and helluva boss, ramshackle, tadc, she-ra, owl house, tbosas/hunger games, scott pilgrim, warrior cats, ride the cyclone, heathers, fnaf, asoue, ghibli films, gravity falls, camp here & there, animal crossing and pokemon and stardew valley! i like musicals in general, rtc, hamilton (sorry), heathers, sweeney todd, beetlejuice, and phantom of the opera are my favorites!

*i’m looking to get into evangelion, hannibal, saw, and dexter 👍 but not now

i write fanfiction and poetry (i take requests feel free to hmu), i do local theater, i drabble in the occasional doodle, and i like baking and watching youtube and scrolling through tumblr and walking through the forest and my neighborhood and making bracelets and spending money and laying on the floor and singing and dancing and being silly and reading medical textbooks and cool novels and hanging with my irls and idk, yeah! life! carpe diem!

*also i’m trying to get into reality shifting! (im not a freak i swear)

⭐️my music taste (a little all over the place:3) melanie martinez, jack stauber, will wood, lemon demon, tally hall/miracle musical, dazey and the scouts, tv girl, mommy long legs, bear ghost, mitski, chappell roan, weezer, the smashing pumpkins, mcr, laufey, MARINA, pearl & the oysters, beach bunny, slipknot, mindless self indulgence, hole, newer olivia rodrigo,

(music recs are very much welcome <33)

*taylor swift enjoyers follow at your own risk (i hate on her occasionally)

random facts about me :3

⭐️i’m left-handed (bully me for it ik im a freak)

⭐️unfortunately a theater kid

⭐️5’7, apparently i’m tall for this website

⭐️future medical doctor (probably diagnostician with a specialty in gy(boy)necology) motorcycle owner, entrepreneur, film/tv actor, failure, published author, cowboy, dj, apartment-renter, top surgery recipient, rockstar, flordia man, sinner 👍

⭐️cannot play violin correctly to save my life

⭐️the most insufferable and goofy person ever

⭐️DOESNT BITE!! (i swear)

⭐️ i was dropped on not my head, but my stomach as a baby

⭐️professional yapper, certified idiot

⭐️will wood’s son actually

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[youcouldmakealife]

LBTE: Jared (118-121)

We head to Vancouver! And Joey makes the news.

If you want to follow along, the series page is here.

TW for a homophobic slur in here.

118. Niceties

Jared calls Bryce back, and manages not to cry on the phone. He packs with the help of an even quieter than usual Julius. He calls his mom, and promises he’ll talk to his dad tomorrow, because he can’t yet, he knows his dad being furious on his behalf is going to be just — too much.

They’re often so united on a hockey standpoint — remember Don’s gone to hundreds if not thousands of Jared’s games over the years, accompanied with almost as many debriefs — that talking to Don about stuff, especially stuff that they’re both angry or upset about, is often hearing his own thoughts from another person. And when he’s trying to suppress some of those thoughts so he doesn’t burst into tears, talking to Don is unhelpful.

He’s got a text from a 604 number when he gets off the phone. Hey, welcome to the Canucks! This is Gabe Markson. I’m probably your new centre. Sorry about the downgrade. Let me know if there’s anything you need. Whether that’s a ride from the airport or help finding a place, we got you.

Gabe!!!

It’s nice, especially since Jared’s used to being basically the only person he knows who uses proper capitalisation and punctuation in his texts, with the exception of Raf and Grace.

Love that Jared immediately approves of Gabe thanks to the magic of punctuation use.

hi new teammate! it says, followed by a slew of hockey related emojis and four blue whales. Jared guesses there aren’t any orcas.

Dmitry! Who forgot to identify himself.

“I can’t believe my mom gets to see you tomorrow and I don’t,” Bryce complains.

Which one is he more jealous of, I ask?

“We’re going to talk shit about you behind your back,” Jared says.

“Pft,” Bryce says, with the certainty of a man who knows his mother would never, even though his husband totally would.

Elaine is a Saint, and you can’t tell Bryce otherwise (or Jared, honestly)

He grabs a smoothie at Booster Juice, can just see Raf’s judgmental eyes, since it’s like, okay, only a smoothie in the loosest sense — chocolate almond milk and banana and frozen yogurt, a vaguely more socially acceptable milkshake for breakfast. Whatever. He deserves it.

The Funky Monkey is delicious. It also contains 67 grams of sugar. But jokes on Raf, the ostensibly more nutritious one he ordered after loser bought the winner a smoothie in their rookie years? Has 73. (and way more protein, but!)

Jared’s kind of figured out the standard of lying about his and Bryce’s marriage is that lying by omission: cool and also often necessary. Lying by lying? Not okay.

The current status of their compromise.

“I think you just jinxed me to get injured like, my first practice,” Jared says.

“Please don’t, our LTIR is literally just a list of all my former linemates right now,” Markson says.

Gabe is unfortunately not exaggerating. But on the bright side, their D is very healthy!

Raf says Oleg Kurmazov tells him not to take anything his brother says seriously, and between that and Markson’s surprise at how tame the text Jared got is, he’s getting a faintly terrifying picture of what to expect. If he got away from Jacobi just to play on a line with another Jacobi, he swears —

Jared is going to suffer and I will enjoy every minute of it.

That seems like the kind of thing the hockey gods would do. Not that Jared believes in them in a non-joking way, but the irony of Bryce and Jared swapping hometown teams feels exactly like something those non-existent hockey gods would do.

I am the hockey gods. It's a fun job, honestly. And also truly is hard to avoid a bit of sadism, I understand the not-real-but-also-don’t-wash-that-jersey IRL hockey gods.

Jared writes ‘Bryce Marcus’, and, in case there was any doubt it’s just a weird name doppelganger, Bryce’s date of birth probably cancels that out.

It’s not like the Canucks can trade him until the season’s over anyway.

Way less scary to write it in a form than tell your GM in a face to face meeting, but still pretty big.

“The leftovers are the best part,” Elaine says serenely when Jared questions her judgment on portion size. “Just pick whatever you like.”

What Jared apparently would like, is everything. Elaine may have made a good call, because he’s famished.

Her mom sense extends to you now too, Jared. And she’s right about leftovers.

“How jealous are you right now?” Jared says.

“I want to be there too,” Bryce complains.

“We had Chinese,” Jared says. “I’m sleeping over.”

“Stop rubbing it in,” Bryce says.

He's so pouty right now.

19. Acclimation

Jared’s nervous, walking into practice. It feels like the first day of school, but more — maybe the first day of school after you transfer. To a school of your enemies.

Evil Orca High.

Jared doesn’t ask what she needs to be downtown for, because he suspects the answer is ‘so I can drive you home’ but she’d make an excuse, so.

I mean, yes, but also: she's going shopping. Bryce didn't get that from nowhere.

but Elaine’s like Bryce — doing nice shit genuinely seems to make them happy.

Jared does not understand.

“We do not do this last names bullshit here,” Kurmazov says sternly, before tossing him a roll. “Dmitry. I don’t care if you pronounce it wrong, everyone does.”

Unlike his poor brother, stuck being referred to solely as Kurmazov by his own adopted hockey child for literal years.

“Please tell me you’re not like doing a Riley-Lapointe, married to a rival thing though,” Foster says.

“Um?” Jared says.

“Okay!” Foster says. “Okay. I. That’s fine!”

Poor Brian has not learned a key GM duty: keeping his inside thoughts on the inside.

“Good,” Foster says. “Maybe have a chat with Gabe? If there’s anything you’re concerned about, or — he’s good people, he’ll listen.”

Brian leaning so hard on 'please talk to our queer player about this' without actually saying it.

“Have I told you how happy we are to have you on the roster?” Brian says, and Jared has the sudden urge to hug him, but he’s pretty damn positive hugging your GM is not appropriate.

As far as GMs go, he is pretty huggable, despite the fact he could still likely snap Jared in two.

“I redecorated your room a little today,” Elaine says. “Bryce told me which mattress you guys like and they delivered it right away, it was terrific, and I’ve put Bryce’s spare clothes in storage, so there’s space in the closet and the dresser for your things, and in the bathroom too — I got a shower caddy, and the medicine cabinet’s —”

Count is at 3 magic beds now. Also she's nervous, bless her: she really wants Jared to feel welcome.

She’s taken the Canucks stuff out too, which he appreciates, because it was funny when he was visiting with Bryce, giving him shit about it, but feels faintly weird now that’s playing for them.

Can you imagine how much shit he would get. Can you.

“It’s like ten years old,” Bryce says. Jared wonders if Bryce and Elaine rehearsed the ‘override Jared’s protests’ together. “Need to play at your best, you know?”

Well, Bryce had to prepare her for Jared's tendency to turn down gifts.

The Canucks aren’t the Oilers, and if Jared wants to stay in the roster, avoid getting sent halfway across the continent to Utica, there’s no slacking off here.

The Canucks' AHL team is now in Abbotsford, which is a mere 70 km from Vancouver, but for literal years it was in upstate New York and boy were emergency recalls of players a fucking mess. Only arrangement I can think of that was less convenient was Montreal's farm team briefly being in Newfoundland, less because of distance (though there was plenty) and more because of weather and lack of alternate forms of transportation if Canadian winter was being Canadian winter (inevitably, it was).

Anyway, Jared has nothing to worry about: those cursed former linemates are all pretty far off from rejoining the roster.

“Okay, we’re both equally awesome,” Jared says.

“You’re more awesome,” Bryce says huffily.

Even their arguments are gross.

120. Machiavellianism

Jared has now seen a lot of Joey Munroe. Like — all of him.

Joey is not having a good day, everybody.

“You and Bryce don’t send each other nudes, do you?” his mom asks instead of saying ‘hello’.

“What!” Jared says. “Mom!”

“It’s a valid concern!” his mom says. “Just tell me you don’t and I’ll drop it!”

The cold fear that went through her body when she saw that article.

“How was your day?” his mom asks.

“Well, no one leaked nudes of me, so better than his,” Jared says.

“You said there were no nudes!” she says.

“I meant it hypothetically mom, oh my god,” Jared says.

They're both actively shrieking at one another at this point.

Greg’s sent him an email with no subject, the body reading ‘Would this be something to worry about? Greg’ because everyone in his life is collectively trying to murder him with embarrassment.

Greg also had the cold fear moment.

Jared’s too mature to respond with ‘No, oh my god’. Well, he clearly isn’t, because that’s exactly what he said to his mother, but he responds to Greg with a simple ‘No, nothing to worry about’, then, after a moment of thought, cc’s Summers in the email so hopefully Bryce doesn’t have to deal with the mortification too.

This is why Jared's Dave's favourite.

Maybe Jared’s too dumb to be Machiavellian. It’s distinctly possible.

I like that Jared has this thought and then later just goes straight back to schemes, some of which work out…poorly

“You see the thing with the Scout?” Jared asks before their game against the Golden Seals, voice carefully pitched low so Dmitry won’t overhear.

“Yeah,” Gabe says. “That was super fucked up.”

“That he’s gay, or—”

I know Jared's fishing. You know Jared's fishing. Gabe just hears a dude saying 'yeah it's fucked up he's gay' when he's already in a clenched stomach bad mood about this.

He feels even more off when he notices Gabe talking to Munroe at centre ice, both of them looking serious. Maybe they know one another, but Gabe wasn’t talking about him like he knew him personally when Jared brought it up. Gabe skates away, skates back when another Scout calls his name, and Jared watches warily. It doesn’t look like a fight, or like Gabe was giving him shit? But then, there’s no way to tell.

Gabe's a good boy. Reminder that the other Scout was Scratch communing with Gabe, as he is obligated to do with every other Torontonian, while Joey silently sighed at him. Already married.

“What’d you tell Munroe?” Jared asks.

“That I was really sorry that happened to him,” Gabe says. “And that I don’t know what he’ll deal with from other teams, but that none of the Canucks are going to be assholes about it.”

“You can’t exactly guarantee that,” Jared says.

“I know our room,” Gabe says, then frowns at him. “I don’t need to tell you not to be an asshole about it, right?”

All members of Canuck leadership would lose their shit if someone was an asshole about it. Well, that's not true. Gabe would do 'I'm really disappointed in your behaviour', and that would hurt the most.

Oh great, Jared’s just — really hitting his accidentally appearing homophobic stride with Gabe lately.

He could not do better if he tried.

The loss isn’t his fault — the Scouts terrifyingly talented first line is responsible for every single goal

Stupid sexy Willy. Stupid shitty Shithead.

“But would you be cool about it?” Jared asks. “I’m pretty sure he’s going to be cool, he’s the YCP rep—”

“Casterley’s the YCP rep for the Flames,” Bryce says. “And he calls the refs faggots every time we get a goal disallowed.”

Hey remember when Andrew Shaw got suspended for calling the ref that exact thing and became the Canadiens' YCP representative after? Because I do.

Also: you may recall Casterley as the dude low-key cheating on his wife in Luke's narrative. He sucks.

“I get it,” Bryce says. “Good luck?”

Jared’s faintly concerned at this rate he’s going to somehow come off as homophobic when he’s coming out, so he probably needs it.

I mean, if anyone could…

“Elaine and I hate it,” Jared says. “No more fights.”

“You can’t just team up with my mom against me,” Bryce mutters.

“We’re an awesome team, though,” Jared says. “The best team.”

Way to shut Bryce down. Man can't argue that.

121. Confession

“I can—” Jared interrupts, because if he doesn’t get it out soon he knows he’s going to balk. “I’m um. I’m married.”

“Okay,” Gabe says, frowning the exact same way Foster did, like he’s confused by the nonsequitor. Which is understandable.

Generally the wedding ring speaks for itself.

“Dude,” Gabe says. “I’m not kidding. You met Stephen. Like, for a minute, but you met him.”

“Your roommate?” Jared asks.

“He’s my boyfriend,” Gabe says, and the living arrangements suddenly make way more sense.

To be fair if there was anywhere someone making NHL money would require a roommate, Vancouver’s near the top of the list.

“Dmitry, all of the vets know for sure,” Gabe says. “Pretty much everyone who’s been here since before this season. I think the entire roster has figured out he’s my boyfriend. We’re not shouting it from the rooftops or anything, because the media—” he makes a face Jared wholly agrees with, “— but we’re not hiding it from the team.”

Stephen routinely hosting wine parties for the WAGs is a pretty big tell, there.

“I don’t think they’d be adopting my husband any time soon,” Jared says before he can stop himself.

“Stephen’s like the grumpiest person alive sometimes, if they adopted him I’m sure your husband will be part of the crew in a day,” Gabe says.

Yeah, he'll do okay.

“I told him you guys have the same sense of humour and view of the world and stuff,” Gabe says.

Jared is no less confused, and now he’s kind of curious what Gabe thinks Jared’s sense of humour and view of the world is.

“Like —” Jared says finally. “Snide? And — cynical? Or—”

“Yeah, he’s going to love you,” Gabe says with a laugh.

A minion of his very own?! Gabe, you shouldn't have!

Schmid’s in the shower when Jared gets back, and who knows when he got in it, how long that’ll last, but he’s a bathroom hog, takes forever with his whole grooming thing — Jared has no clue what takes so long, dude always looks unkempt, but maybe that’s a purposeful look? — so Jared’s probably safe.

Poor Schmid doing nothing but minding his own business in the proximity of the most judgmental man alive.

And that’s on top of Jared getting to play for Bryce’s childhood team, to live in his childhood home with Bryce’s mom. Jared’s pretty much living the life Bryce would have wanted growing up. Except not even, because Jared’s probably living the life Bryce would never have dreamt he could have possibly have when he was growing up. And there wasn’t a hint of resentment in Bryce’s voice when he told Jared he was happy for him.

“I love you, you know that?” Jared asks.

“I know,” Bryce says, which Jared needs to hear more than ‘I love you too’ right now, though Bryce says it immediately after, because he’s Bryce.

Bryce <3

“Chaz could come, it could be like,” Bryce says. “Chill. Like, we could grab drinks or dinner or something somewhere. Maybe not like — I don’t know if I’d be ready for him to like, know who we are to each other, not when I don’t actually know him, but like — meeting him’s the first step, you know?”

Chaz will not find this chill. Chaz will find this the opposite of chill, in fact.

“Because I’m snide and cynical,” Jared says. It maybe comes out a little snidely, because seriously, how is Bryce still confused.

“No you aren’t,” Bryce says.

“Bryce,” Jared says.

“But like in a good way!” Bryce protests. “I like it from you!”

<333333 Bryce

Though it’s faintly worrying that Gabe picked up on those things within weeks of meeting him, especially because Jared has been on his best behaviour the whole time. Apparently Jared’s best behaviour’s still noticeably snide.

Such a lack of self-knowledge. And actual good behaviour. Jared is admirably true to himself, though!

[starlightinmeshallshineonyou]

Sniff (A Steven Grant x Reader Fanfiction [A Moon Knight Fanfiction])

(A/N: GIF isn’t mine, please kindly check the maker of this GIF! [@disabledameron​])

My Marvel Masterlist.

Pairing: Steven Grant x Reader (gender isn’t specified)

Word Count: 1.254

Warnings: 18+, minors DNI (it’s not really smutty, honestly. Hinting to sexy time and an NSFW comedy if you will), swearing, anything to do with grammatical errors.

Summary: You and Steven take a bath together. (An NSFW comedy)

PREFACE: To my IRL friends who follow me on this Tumblr. I hope you skip this. Please, don’t read this, thank you.

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The sun shone bright as you walked on the street. It had become your habit to always walk under its warmth and embracing rays while also enjoying the view of everyone you’d passed: a couple holding hands while heading to the nearest cinema, an old lady rearranging flowers for attraction, and even a boy taking out the risen and aromatic bread out of the oven.

You decided to enter the bakery and bought the bread that had caught your attention. The boy who sold the bread was nice. He said that this was a family business and despite it wasn’t his dream, after time, he finally gave in and did fine at keeping it together. You thanked him and wished him good luck as you left the bakery.

Today you were preparing food for dinner. You knew Steven would come home late because he was busy with work. Before you went back to the apartment, you decided to go to the market, buying canned tomato sauce and shredded cheese. You had come with the term that you couldn’t really cook that well, and that was okay. Even Steven can’t cook too.

After you got back to the apartment, you put all your purchases on the kitchen counter and went to your bedroom. The time on the clock was telling you that you still had time to take a bath first. After all the things you had done, you could feel the sweat and dirt that had accumulated on your body and you wanted your body to get rid of it. You were the type of person who couldn’t stand the thought that something dirty, in a literal sense, was sticking to your body.

Getting rid of the dirty clothes and putting it in the laundry basket, you got inside the bathtub while the water was pouring down from the faucet, filling it in. You hummed to a song that you liked and stopped the faucet as it covered your whole body just right. Dropping a bath bomb and just a little bit of essential oil, you laid your head at the edge of the bathtub, counting numbers until you found sleep.

Just as you’re about to visit dream land, a voice reached out to you, calling you back. “Hello?”

You blinked away your exhaustion and reached back, “I’m here!”

Heavy footsteps followed by door being opened caught by your ears. You glanced to your right and Steven with his sling bag stared back at you. His face reddened as he took you all in. “Hey, love.”

“Hey,” you smiled. “How was your day? Was it great?”

He put his sling bag on the bed and leaned his body on the bathroom door frame. “It was amazing actually. There were some cute kids that actually asked me about Egyptian mythology.” Steven smiled widely. “And me being a nerd couldn’t help myself to answer them.”

“That’s great! I’m happy for you, sweetheart.”

“Thanks, love,” he chuckled.

“You seem tired; do you want to join?”

“Oh—” he looked to the floor as his face turned into a tomato. “I—I don’t know about that, love. Maybe—”

“Relax, Steven.” You tried to cover your laughter, but still couldn’t help some of it escaped from you. “We’re already married. And I know perfectly well all your beautiful body. As well as you know mine.”

His pants throbbed as he discarded all of his clothing until he was standing with his boxer only, which was straining something under it. Steven bit his lower lip as he slowly got rid of his boxer and stood there perfectly flush, solid, and real.

You glanced at him from top to bottom and said, “Now, that wasn’t hard right?” You smiled, but quickly realized what you just had said, “And no pun intended.”

His face reddened more as he shook his head. You moved to the front a bit, giving him some space to join in the relaxing bath. He slowly got in and put his thick legs around you, caging you in.

You put your hands on both of his thighs as you leaned back on his lean body. Despite the water you just filled had gone cold, Steven’s body heat charged you in easily. You sighed slowly as you massaged both of his thighs.

This is nice, you thought. Both you and Steven rarely had the time to relax like this. You usually wanted to plan something like this, but you knew it’s not going to happen. So, this day was basically a win to both of you and Steven.

You casually massaged from his thighs up to his hip. Sometimes he jerked under your touch and you soothed him with soft whispers. Stroking his legs, you felt yourself deeper and deeper to sleep. Not to mention his hands caressing your belly, albeit shy with his own gesture.

You were about to meet your dream, again, when suddenly you jolted up from the realization of dinner. “Shit!”

Steven’s hands stop caressing your body. “What? What’s wrong?”

Instead of answering him, you quickly got up from the bathtub, but stumbled on your way out, hitting Steven’s face with your bum.

Quickly turning to him, you said. “Sorry, sweetheart! I forgot to make dinner!”

His face reddened as he looked at your lower part of body, too flabbergasted at the view in front of him. “That’s okay," he squeaked, “You don’t need to—”

But before he could finish his sentence, you got out of the bathtub as you wrapped the towel on you and instantly closed the bathroom door behind you, leaving him alone at what just had happened.

He was breathing like a human being when your bum accidentally hit his nose. And it made Steven feel something. And the way your body turned back to him and he was too stunned to even look up into your eyes.

He remembered before he went upstairs to both of your apartment, he noticed a paper that hung on the notice board that the cold water was on maintenance. And the water that you had put on the bathtub hadn’t gone cold enough to help him down there.

Dear God, he thought.

He pondered for about a minute or two until he finally made his decision: he locked the bathroom door.

———

You plated all the cooking you had done on the table just as Steven came to you, face flushed beautifully. “Hey! Dinner is ready.”

He nodded too quickly as he took a seat beside you. You both ate while talking about both of your days until you asked him, “Why is your face still red? Is the water too hot?”

Steven coughed as his face grew redder. “No!” He took a sip of his water, then dabbed the corner of his mouth. “That’s not it, love.”

“Then what is—” You stopped briefly as realization hit you. “Oh, you were hard weren’t you?”

He shut his eyes tightly as he nodded slowly.

You smiled at him and put a kiss on the corner of his mouth softly. He opened his eyes and met yours. “It’s okay, sweetheart.” You said, putting your hand in his. “I’m sorry I made you that way.”

“No! God, no. Don’t blame yourself, love. It’s my fault—”

But you cut him off with a smile. “Let me finish what I just accidentally started, sweetheart.”

He stared at his lap, nodding shyly. You led Steven to both of your bedroom, leaving unfinished food on the table that’d soon be cleaned in the morning.

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A/N: I hope this make you laugh, lol. I swear I’m not that kinky y’all. I just think about it and f-ing laugh at Steven’s reaction would like in my head😭.  (And if you are someone who know me IRL, please pretend like you never see this post, thank you😭)

[justsomerandomfanfic]

hiiii if you wanted to give me a marauders match I’d be beyond thrilled!! >:)

no pressure tho <3

my pronouns are he/him, my house is gryffindor, and my patronus is a greyhound. STYLE: I would describe my outfit taste/style as rlly anything comfy and slightly grunge. Staples: old band tees, crewneck sweaters, hoodies, jeans, beat up carhartt jacket, pj pants. I loveee dressing formal though, ties, suits, ect. INTRESTS: I like playing video games, listening to music on records and cassettes reading mystery novels, puzzles and sudokus, horror movies, and painting. I also do fencing irl and highly enjoy biking and playing chess. PERSONALITY: I’m very funny and outgoing, with a good dose of total loser. I’m highly loyal, but not always nice and I’m not one for formalities all the time. I make a lot of jokes but swear a lot (unless you ask me not to) but I’m actually a big nerd if you know me and shy if you don’t. BONUS: ideal date- going to a bar or club (i love music and the vibe of dancing) if they’re outgoing, or to the Museum and getting coffees if they don’t like that.

Hello! I hope you like your matchup! <333

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(Romantic);

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Harry Potter (Marauders);

Sirius Black:

🌹 You knew of Sirius during your time at Hogwarts, being in the same house as him and all (and because he was practically infamous), but you never really spoke to him until after graduation - you were at a bar, with your friends, having the time of your life, dancing and stuff, when Sirius came over; he complimented your crewneck sweater

🌹 Time skipping, you both got to know each other, and before the both of you knew it, you and Sirius began seeing each other - and soon enough, you both become official; you both celebrate by going to a music store, buying a new record to play in your record player

🌹 Sometimes, when the day is rough or you both just feel like it, you both play record roulette, (randomly choosing a record from your collection and playing it), laying down on the floor, side by side, listening to the music as you hold hands - the music fueling you

🌹 You and Sirius do a lot together, and Sirius is always down to do something fun and new, so you are more than happy to go biking with him, showing him how to fence, watching horror movies, and even just sitting back and playing a good game of chess - you and Sirius are incredible at the game, so it's very difficult to know who's gonna win

🌹 Sirius is totally the type of guy to go out to a bar or club, party the night away with you, wander about a museum with you, and get all dressed up with you just to go to get coffee/tea (the tea is for him) - he's a bit chaotic, but that's just Sirius being Sirius

[screampied]

Did u ever try online dating? I swear, those people AHHHH I got one who seemed so nice and everything, but he made me a bunch of compliments to the point where it got creepy. It's one thing to read fics about gojo with his entp personality to be that way but if a guy says after 1 day of writing with him: where have u been my whole life? If u were mine i would worship u and tell u that u r gorgeous and precious and beautiful every day and I wish I was sitting beside u to ask u out about everything! God took his time baking u good girl-

Idk if this is my introvert ass but even though he looked good and stuff, I had to ghost him. It was too much. Just wanted to ramble about this experience to someone and thought, why not the only person who writes men the way I want? I swear, screamy, I would take u over every men in this world if that would mean I can only get relationship via written lines from u rather than this people who make clear to me why I'm still single. Lol

-👹

i have tried online dating a bit and my experiences were pretty meh. i had the same experience too !!! i understand, i was like that too. like sweet compliments r fine but on the first / second day of chatting where it gets kinda ??? yeah. like where’s the “how was ur day?” orrrr we can talk about our interests we share if we have any yk

i’m heavily introverted too bae 💔 aaaa same i wish irl men would act like fiction men but alas 💔💔oh my!!! you’re so sweet 😭 thank yew, i hope your experiences get better soon though !! you’ll meet the right one babe. it takes time :’)

[mixedstyles]

As Long as You Are Part 5

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Author's Note: Hi! The social media blurb that goes with Part 4/5 very much goes with them. You'll notice connections between comments/photos and what goes on in this part! thank you to @stellarossii (and one of my irl friends who thought I needed translations for a book) who made sure the Italian was correct. this is less of a chapter and more of a long winded headcanon!!! Please keep that in mind

Pronouns Used: She/Her (use of y/n)

POV: Third Person.

Warnings: fluff. like so much fluff. swearing, mentions of anxiety, depersonalization, time skips/writing is all over the place. This has not been proofread for mistakes

Word Count: 5770 🤪

THIS Instagram blurb goes with this chapter! :)

Harry x musician!reader: Late Night Talking

It’s safe to say Y/N did not wake up refreshed and ready to start the day, because after she collapsed in her bed she was only able to get a couple good hours of sleep. The rest of the night consisted of her tossing and turning, thinking about the day ahead of her. Which was meeting up with Harry and Mitch. Officially. Auden was going to be there but Y/N was unsure if she would randomly disappear again which made her nervous. But part of her was also happy at the idea of hanging out with Harry.  

Y/N had two options: go to the studio and be anxious there or she could stay at her apartment and be anxious in the comfort of her own home. The latter sounded the best to her. So she climbed back into bed and set a timer for 3:30 P.M. which was when she actually had to get up and get ready.

━━━━

Direct message: harrystyles

Hey! Thank you for letting us drop in on you like thatI do apologize if it wasn’t a great time to do so Honestly I was planning on just leaving and letting you know after But right when I sent the “nice show” message Auden came and grabbed us

good morning or i guess afternoon now i will be honest with you, it wasn’t the ~best~ time BUT i am really happy i got to meet you. and mitch

He wouldn’t stop talking about your guitar and overall talent I think you have a new fan And I’m really happy I got to meet you too In person You still on for later tonight?

yep! i’m just chilling right now don’t even know what i’m going to do in the studio today so… it’ll probably be boring just a heads up

I’m the one who wanted to chill at the studio with you so don’t stress I am also amazing at bugging people so I’ll keep you on your toes This sweatshirt is really comfy by the way Might have to steal the brand for my merch

i still can’t believe that you bought my merch like will THE harry styles be walking around with my sweatshirt?

I already have And I’m pretty sure there will be proof because I saw some people taking pictures outside of the gym

you’re taking a mini two day break AND YOU GO TO THE GYM??? not to be a bitch but that is NOT icon behavior that’s psycho behavior (affectionate)

I don’t know what any of that meant I’m not well versed in the social media culture

oh my goodness. “the social media culture” YOU’RE ONLY THREE YEARS OLDER THAN ME AND YOU TALK LIKE A GRANDPA am i about to give you a lesson on social media. so you can actually be cultured?

Please do. I’ll be taking notes

when someone says something that would typically be associated with negative connotations but uses affectionate in parentheses, it’s more of a compliment than an insult. or it can be used in the sense of like “but it’s still okay” i said “that’s psycho behavior (affectionate)” meaning that although you GO TO THE GYM FOR FUN, i still respect you.

So essentially you’re saying “no offense”

uhhh yeah, i guess so? But it can be used as a compliment: one man’s trash (derogatory), is another man’s trash (affectionate)

Ugh, this is why I’m never on social media. You guys give me headaches

harry, honey, whether you like it or not, you’re a social media presence

Is “honey” affectionate or derogatory in this context?

OH MY GOSH I’M DONE WITH YOU (it was used affectionately)

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Y/N was so accustomed to calling Auden “honey” that she hadn’t realized she said it to Harry until it was too late. Should I say sorry? Is he uncomfortable? What if he thinks I’m trying to hit on him? His response didn’t indicate that I had. But we won’t allow for “possibly”.

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okay i just need to make sure that you know i didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable or anything with the honey comment. auden and i call each other that all the time

No, no, no You didn’t make me uncomfortable at all!I thought it was kind of sweet Although I’m offended because I thought I got a cute little name but it turns out you also call Auden honey 🙄

oh my gosh! you used an emoji!! harry styles used an emoji!! Although I’m offended because I thought I got a cute little name but it turns out you also call Auden honey 🙄 ↳ STOP ARE YOU SERIOUS

Yeah, why not? I’ve got Y/N merch, doesn’t that come with a nickname too?

for you? sure but i’m drawing a blank you’ve put me on the spot i can call you chouchou. mon petite chouchou. sweetheart. literally means "my little cabbage". “MES CHOUX!” “MY CABBAGES”

Okay, I kind of dig it But I do not understand that reference? My cabbages?

because of that i’m just gonna call you chou now. cabbage YOU’VE NEVER SEEN AVATAR THE LAST AIRBENDER???? (animated show)

Oh! The anime? Yeah, I saw like the first season but never got farther than that

Oh! The anime? ↳ oof you say that in front of certain people and they’ll throw you off of a bridge there have been discussions over whether it’s an anime or not since it aired. in like… 2005 but you need to finish it. we should watch it!! or at least i’ll force you to watch it while i’m working in the studio

Thank you for the warning because I’d rather not be thrown off a bridge I'd love to watch AvatarStart a little studio watch party?

stop i'd love that can we please?

I mean... I am the one who suggested it

okay okay okay i have to get ready now, i shall see you shortly

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Y/N threw her phone on the bed and began to run around her apartment putting on random clothes that she knew she’d be comfortable in because she was running late. She’d like to say she didn’t realize how much time she spent talking to Harry, but she did realize. In fact, she had ignored her alarm more than once and was suffering the consequences.

She sent a text to Auden making sure that she was going to be there and wasn’t going to leave her alone with Harry and Mitch again. Auden promised Y/N that leaving her alone was not her intention. Though the following message was sent with a little winky face, which could have meant multiple things. But Y/N knew Auden. She knew Auden well. Well enough to know that it was a false promise and that she had intended to leave her alone with Harry. Auden did mention this time that she couldn’t stay into the night because she had other summer classes the next day “unlike some people”.

The subway ride to the village didn’t normally feel like a long time, but that time it did. Y/N knew the only reason that everything was taking longer was because she was in a rush. She glanced at the time on her phone, worried that Harry was going to be locked outside before she could get there. 

Which was exactly what happened. 

Sprinting as fast as she could down the street, Y/N’s book bag would bounce against her back with every stride, arms were flailing, wind was aggressively smacking her in the face, and her breathing was ragged. But she got there. Even if it was a bit later than intended. 

“Hi… I’m… sorry… for… oh boy.” She was trying to get the words out between gasps. “Oh gosh. Thanks, ugh, thanks for waiting.” Y/N rested her hands against her knees in an attempt to slow down her heart rate. 

“Geeze, what were you doing? Running all the way from your apartment?”

“No,” she said offended, “I sprinted down the sidewalk. Sorry I don’t go to the gym on my free days.” Y/N joked, moving closer to Harry, nudging his arm with hers. Which earned her a small smile. “Okay, let’s get this show on the road.”

“Wow, and just like that, she’s alive again."

“Okay this show is pretty damn good.” 

“I can’t believe you’ve only ever seen the first two episodes!”

Auden had arrived around an hour after Y/N and Harry got in, and easily made herself comfortable in the small studio space, chilling next to Harry while Y/N was over at the workstation. Once Y/N had mentioned Harry hadn’t seen most of Avatar, Auden had immediately taken out her laptop and started from the very beginning of the show. Making sure Harry was watching, adding in random anecdotes throughout. 

“Did you know that the voice actor for Aang was also Pablo from The Backyardigans?” Which Harry didn’t know, and also didn’t know what or who The Backyardigans were. Which made him lose a considerable amount of “coolness points” according to Auden. 

“I told him that he’s the cabbage man. My lil homme chou.” 

“Your little homme chou?” Auden asked, a huge smirk on her face. Luckily Harry wasn’t paying attention at that point, he was too focused on “emo boy”. The name he had given Zuko. 

“A homme chou.” 

“Hmm… I think Harry’s more of a Sokka?”

“Sokka’s pretty cool.” Harry chimed in after hearing his name.

“Right? You’re Sokka and Y/N can be Suki!” 

“Auden…” Y/N warned her friend not to go any further.

“Who’s Suki?” Harry asked.

“You’ll actually get there pretty soon. I think she makes an appearance in the first season.”

“Oh cool! I’m excited.”

Mitch was unfortunately unable to attend the little studio hangout as Sarah needed help with their baby. Something Y/N didn’t want to get in the way of. "Family comes first" was the message she had told Harry to pass along to them, which he gladly did.

“Harry, it’s been great, but I do lowkey have to go. Which means I do have to take my laptop back.” Auden stood up, cracking her back in the process before leaning in to close the Netflix tab and shutting down her laptop.

“Do I not get a say in this?” Harry asked.

“What? Get a say in me leaving or you no longer having a screen to watch Avatar on?”

“... Avatar.”

“Goodness. Do you not have your own Netflix account or something? You’re rich enough to have thousands of Netflix accounts, don’t try mooching off of me.” Auden argued back in a joking way. “Y/N, I’ll see you tomorrow, good luck working on… whatever you’ve been working on while Harry and I have been watching Avatar.” Auden walked the short distance to her friend before leaning over Y/N’s shoulder, looking at what she had been working on. “Wait,” Auden whispered, “is this the song you’ve been working on?” Y/N doesn’t do anything other than nod and continue to jot down lyrics in her notebook and move things around on her computer screen.

“I think I’m almost done with it, but I’m not really sure of the specifics. Like the instruments and closing. I think I want strings and piano and that’s it.” Y/N makes a few more marks in her notebook before fully turning her attention to Auden. “You said you were leaving?”

“Yeah, it’s getting a little late for me.”

“Okie, I’ll see you tomorrow.” Y/N stood up to give her a hug goodbye, adding an “I love you.” before Auden disappeared out the door.

“So, is it bother Y/N o’clock?” Y/N spun around in her chair and looked over to the couch Harry was stretched out on.

“Mmm not yet, I’m in the groove and I think there’s something I want to run by you in a little bit. So you continue to watch Avatar and I’m gonna try to finish this up. Sound good?”

Harry beamed and said, “Sounds wonderful.” and pulled out his phone to start watching the show.

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Around 30 minutes in, Y/N stopped because her phone kept going off due to Instagram notifications. Though she had a fanbase, Y/N was rarely ever tagged in anything, so the fact that there were multiple notifications one after the other coming in was a confusing sight. So she opened the app and looked at what was causing all of the fuss. It turned out to be the guy next to her. Not Harry himself sending her messages, but she was being tagged in photos of him in New York, at her concert, most not even of her. 

She also noticed her follower account went up by a couple thousand. Which a month ago would have been exciting, but now it just made her anxious thinking that people were following her because she had some sort of connection to Harry Styles. She looked at the recent followers, a lot being Harry fan accounts.

“Do you think people are gonna be upset?” 

“Hmmm?” Harry mumbled before looking away from the video on his phone and toward Y/N. 

“Do you think people are gonna be upset? That like, you’re hanging out with me?” she clarified. 

“I asked to visit, I decided to come, if anything happens it’s my fault.” He answered, as if it was common knowledge.

“Everyone is either talking about or asking how we know each other. I’m not sure what the deal is.” Y/N held up her phone and pointed to one of the photos she was tagged in. A photo of Harry, not her. 

He laughed a little and smirked before saying, “You’re not used to this sort of publicity, are you?”

“Harry, I literally write music from my single bedroom apartment. The most media attention I’ve gotten is when a sample I posted on TikTok went viral. So no, I am most definitely not used to this sort of attention.”

“That’s valid, but let them talk. Just tell me if they start hounding you though, I don’t want that happening. Okay?” Y/N nodded and smiled, a smile which Harry returned. “So… should we stop goofing around now? I wanted to ask you about that song you showed me earlier.”

The last time Y/N checked the clock on her phone it read: 9:47 P.M. which was right when they started to work on the song. However the next thing she knew it was past midnight.

“Holy shit. Harry, it’s fucking 1 A.M.” 

“Wait what?”

“It’s 1 A.M.” she repeated. 

“We really got in the groove didn’t we.” Which was less of a question and more of a statement as it was very clear they did ‘get in the groove‘. “Are there any 24/7 food locations near here?” Harry questioned, standing from his chair and stretching in the process. “I haven’t eaten anything in a while.”

“It’s New York City, of course there are 24/7 diners. But, I can take you to one of the best 24/7 bodegas close to here. Plus, I haven’t seen Tony in a hot minute.” 

“Tony?”

“I’ll tell you on the way there. Do you have cash with you?”

“What? No, why?” Harry asked, confused at her sudden excitement.

“Geeze,” Y/N said, rolling her eyes before getting out her wallet and smacking a $5 bill into his chest. “I thought famous rich people always carried around wads of cash with them” Y/N’s hand was still holding the money to Harry’s chest, waiting for him to take it. Which he didn’t. “Harry, take the money, there’s a card minimum at most bodegas, you’ll need cash.” she explained.

“Hmph,” he grumbled, taking the money from her hand.

“Thank you, now let’s go.” she said, dragging him by the sleeve out of the studio.

On the way over, Y/N explained that the bodega they were going to was called Colucci’s Deli and Grocery, but the “locals” (mostly students) just called it Tony’s. Antonio Colucci, Y/N described, was an old time worn Italian immigrant who was always making jokes and chatting with anyone, and everyone, who walked through the doors. He had unofficially become the grandfather to the NYU students who passed by, making sure they were okay, asking them about their classes, about their life, about their families. “It might seem funny, okay? But he truly cares about us”. She explained further that he let his favorites (making it clear that she was one of them) have packages delivered to the store for safekeeping, and even knew what frequent customers got to eat. And before he cou deven ask any question they were already at the store. Y/N quickly walked ahead of Harry and opened the door which let out a faint ring as she stepped through the threshold.

“Tony?” Y/N shouted immediately, as if barging into a bodega at 1 A.M. was a common occurrence for her.

“Y/N, stop, people are going to–” and before Harry could even finish his sentence, a deep Italian accented voice replied to her yell.

“Is that my Y/N L/N?” from the back room stepped a man exactly like Y/N described. He was on the shorter side with deeply tanned skin, a small grey mustache above his lip, and matching grey hair on his head. He was wearing an apron that Harry assumed was once white but was now covered in a smattering of different colored stains. 

Tony moved out from behind the counter, shuffling as quickly as his old age could carry him before stopping in front of Y/N. He rested his hands on her shoulders and smiled as if he really was her grandfather. One who hadn’t seen his granddaughter in far too long. The creases at the corners of his eyes became more prominent, making it clear that his happiness was indeed genuine.

“Le cose belle arrivano quando non le cerchi,” —the beautiful things that come when you don’t look for them— “and I was not looking. Because she came through that door and I didn’t even see.” Tony said, glancing at Harry, then to Y/N, then back at Harry, smiling like he knew something they didn’t. But Y/N knew what he was implying.

“Basta, basta” —stop, stop— “about both things, Tony.” Y/N laughed. “You’re too kind to me. And we’re not together. This is Harry, he’s just a friend who was nice enough to visit me.” she patted Harry on his arm.

“Vedremo…” —we’ll see— Antonio looked at Harry once more before turning his attention back to Y/N. “So, why are you here so late? More music?”

“Isn’t it always? We got a little carried away and didn’t realize the time. We’re here for some food and then we’ll get out of your hair.” Y/N smiled at the old man who waved his hands frantically as if she had said something ridiculous. 

“No, no, no. You never bother. Mi piace vederti,” —I enjoy seeing you— Tony leaned closer to Y/N and whispered, “don’t tell anyone, but you’re my favorite. La mia bellissima nipote.” —my beautiful granddaughter— a wide smile covered Y/N’s face and she looked back at Harry as if to say “I told you so”. 

And she was right. Not that Harry would have said it to her face, but he initially thought that she was exaggerating how much Tony cared for those who passed through his store. But from the time Harry spent in Italy he understood what was being said, and there was no doubt in his mind that Tony saw Y/N as a granddaughter.

When she turned back to continue talking to Tony, Harry realized that he hadn’t witnessed an interaction like that in far too long. At least one he was lucky to be a part of. And it made him so glad he stayed a couple extra days. 

The casualness of everything Y/N did, the subtle comfort in her demeanor that made everyone enjoy her presence, and the fact that she was straight-up kind. Y/N didn’t say anything more than his name to Tony, she didn’t post about him, she didn’t ask for anything. She was normal and she was nice and she was something Harry didn’t realize he was longing for until it was right there, she was right there. Harry didn’t know what kind of longing it was, whether platonic or something more, it didn’t matter. What he did know was he did not want to lose whatever kind of relationship was being built there, in that moment, in that bodega with the small Italian grandpa and the girl who shoved a five dollar bill into Harry’s chest. 

“Harry?” a small voice pulled him away from his thoughts.

“Hmm?” he looked over to where Y/N stood, she had moved over to the counter which Tony was then behind. 

“I already ordered mine, what would you like?” Harry drifted closer to Y/N, and took a peek at the sandwich in her hand.

“Whatever you’re having looks good.” 

Y/N nodded and smiled before saying, “He’ll have The Classic!”

After Tony finished making their sandwiches and said their goodbyes, Harry noticed that there were a few other late-night shoppers in the store with them; something he hadn’t noticed before as he was too entertained by the interactions between Y/N and Tony.

“So,” Harry started, “you speak Italian?”

“Mmm… sure, we’ll say I do.”

Harry chuckled, “that’s kind of cryptic.” 

“Well maybe it’s so you’ll never know how much Italian I understand. You speak Italian right? Like you were there for a while?” Harry nodded in response. “Maybe I’m not telling you how much I understand so if you think I know less than I actually do and you shit-talk me to someone in Italian, I’ll know what you said.” After she finished her dramatics, Y/N turned to Harry, walking backwards to face him and smirked.

“You’re ridiculous.” 

“And yet,” she said, “you’re here with me.” 

And frankly, Harry didn’t want to be anywhere else.

“Should we do this again tomorrow?” Harry asked, as if they didn’t have plans to do the same thing again.

“I like the sound of that.” Y/N said, going along with the joke. 

“Do you want me to walk you back?” Harry asked and Y/N’s heart melted. 

“I’ll be okay, it’s a subway ride away and then you’d have to go back to wherever you’re staying. I don’t want to do that to you.” 

“Well I have a car picking me up—”

“Oh he’s Mr. Fancy,” Y/N cut in and Harry glared at her before smiling.

“As I was saying, there’s a car picking me up to bring me back to the hotel we’re staying at. I’m more than happy to bring you back to your apartment. I just want to make sure you arrive safely.”

“Are you insisting?” she asked.

“If I insist, is that the only way that you’re going to go?”

“Yes.”

“Okay, then yes, I am insisting you let me take you back home.” as much as Harry wanted to stay up with Y/N, he knew they both needed sleep and he’d see her again anyway. He wouldn’t say it, because he didn’t want to seem creepy, but he wanted to spend as much time getting to know her in person as he could. He’d be away for a while and the only time he knew he would be back in New York wasn’t for a while.

“Then let’s go, homme chou.”

That night Y/N went to bed with a huge smile on her face, and nothing was able to wipe it away.

The night passed quickly, too quickly for Y/N’s liking, but it meant that it was Monday. And Monday meant teaching, and on this particular Monday it also meant hanging out with Harry again. 

Teaching went by quickly and smoothly, although this time Auden would look at Y/N and wiggle her eyebrows and point to her phone. Which was Auden clearly trying to distract Y/N with the fact they were seeing Harry two days in a row.

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Direct Message: harrystyles

Hey, I'm stopping by one of those cold pressed juice places. Did you or Auden want anything?

i'll take one whatever you're having :) auden said "as much as I’d love for Harry Styles to hand deliver a drink to me, a cold pressed green drink is not one that I want” so that sounds like a no from her is mitch coming this time?

Wow, there really is no love for me is there? I text you to see if you want a drink and all I get back is "Is MItcH CoMiNG?" Really feeling the love Y/N And no he's not, the baby is sick

did you just do the spongebob mocking meme at me??? noooo not the little jones-rowland baby

So what if I did?

you didn't know (affectionate) but you know that spongebob meme? who ARE you? and what did you do to the cabbage man?

I looked up memes when I got back to the hotel, okay?? Most of the articles were like "memes your kids are probably referencing" and "how to keep up with gen-z references"

STOP THAT IS THE FUNNIEST SHIT I'VE EVER READ "Breaking News: Harry Styles Does Research on Gen-Z Memes" "i'm sorry but the old harry can't come to the phone right now. why? oh, 'cause he's dead" I CAN'T stop this is amazing

Are you judging me??? I will spit in your green drink

ew ew ew okay never mind proud of you for doing your "history of memes" homework does this mean i can stop explaining viral videos and trends to you? old man.

... ...

harry? wow, he's so old he might have just collapsed and passed away on the sidewalk

So impatient Goodness old man. ↳ I am only three years older than you. If I'm old you're also old I'm here by the way You have two minutes to get down here before I actually spit in your drink

🏃🏻‍♀️💨

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Even though Auden said she didn't want a green drink she continued asking for a sip of Y/N's until she caved just so her friend would shut up. If Y/N had to explain how Auden's taste test went, she'd just open YouTube and search Brittany Broski's kombucha reaction. Because that was exactly how Auden reacted to the juice. And then she collected all of her things and ran off to the bathroom, texting Y/N to tell Harry she had to go meet up with some classmates for a project. And to NOT mention that the green drink didn’t sit well with her.

It had been around 15 minutes since Auden left and Y/N was silent, the green drink long finished and as was her ability to focus on the song in front of her. She was moving the dials up and down on the workstation absentmindedly, too focused on thinking about how much her life had changed in so little time.

Y/N was silent once again, she moved the dials up and down on the workstation, not paying attention to what she was doing, “Do you ever feel that like, you’re not really there?” she asked. 

Harry’s soft strumming of Y/N’s guitar suddenly stopped and a voice cut through the momentary silence, “What do you mean?” 

“Like, you’re living your life, right? But you’re also barely there?”

“Explain.”

“No, sorry. I don’t want to get all personal or anything, that’s not what you came here for. So, what I like to do for the melody is add in—”

“No,” he cut off, “I’m interested in what you were saying.”

“You sure?

“Of course, go on.”

“Okay… So like, sometimes it happens on stage, where you’re just not really knowing what’s happening. And the only reason you’re able to finish a show is because it’s become muscle memory? Or there are conversations you can’t remember, because… when you were having them, your mind was, I guess, just trying to make it to the next sentence. Just trying to carry on without anyone noticing how you’re attempting to pull off “fine”. And maybe it’s believable, but if it’s not… I guess it’s more fun for people to ignore it. I guess you’re more enjoyable when you laugh a lot. Even if it’s not real.”

“Woah…”

“Ugh, I’m so sorry,” Y/N put her hands out in front of her and waved them, like doing so could rewind time and take back the last minute. “I was just starting to feel that way. And sometimes, I guess, it helps to talk about it?” Harry sat there, listening, not wanting to interrupt her rambling, “Normally I talk to Auden, but she’s not here and I didn’t want to seem rude to just step out and call her. This whole experience is just so… it’s so weird to me. You’re this incredibly famous musician, and I can’t believe you’re here. Like, in front of me. A literal… arms length away.” Y/N finished. She sunk into her chair and spun away from him, hands covering her face.

“Thank you.” Harry responded. He moved closer and stretched his arms towards Y/N. He then took the side of her chair and rotated it so she’s facing him again. 

Opening her hands to peek through Y/N asked, “What?” 

“Thank you for sharing that. I’m not sure I totally understand what that feels like, but some of it I could definitely relate to.”

“Oh…”

“If we’re getting personal, thank you for treating me like a regular person. I know that might be cliché, but sometimes it’s hard to meet new people who actually talk to you like you’re a friend or someone new they were just introduced to. There’s none of that awkwardness… of them feeling they have to put on a façade in order to seem “cooler” or as if they’re trying to get on your good side.

“Like, I’m just some random guy who got famous, sometimes I’m not even sure I deserve it. It’s hard sometimes, being able to like, connect with others. I dunno if they’re going to go tell my secrets if I get close to them or just use me. Which I know is kind of shitty to think. I dunno…” he trailed off. 

“Is it my turn to say thank you now? Are we in a group therapy session?”

“Oh shut up,” he laughed, “you’re the one who started it.”

“I’m just saying!” she threw her hands in the air signaling her surrender. Y/N leaned back in her chair, and spoke again, “But I actually mean it, thank you for sharing. Also, that wasn’t very kind to yourself Mr ‘you deserve the space you’ve created in this industry’ was it?” Y/N narrowed her eyes, looking at Harry in mock irritation.

“You can’t use my words against me!”

“Says who? The referees of rebuttals?”

“I dunno… I’m sure there’s an instruction manual somewhere that talks about arguments between friends.” Harry said, pulling out his phone to see if there was such a thing. 

“Wait… are we friends?” Y/N sat up straighter in her chair, a huge smile taking over her face. 

Harry turned his attention to the girl in front of him before he spoke, “I thought that was clear when I continued to talk to you for the past like, two weeks and then followed you to a random 24/7 bodega at 1 A.M.”

“How was I supposed to know that?” She asked incredulously, voice raising. “You never said anything!”

“Well I just assumed!” He said laughing, his voice level matching hers. “Do you normally take people who aren’t your friends to random-ass bodegas?”

“Well… no, but—”

“See!” Harry pointed out.

“And Tony’s is not a random-ass bodega,” she shouted. 

“Oh my goodness.” Harry couldn’t help but laugh at the ridiculousness of everything. “I’m kind of sad that I have to leave.” Harry finally admitted out loud.

“Really?” Y/N’s heart rate began to pick up.

“Yeah, I’ve had a wonderful time. This has truly been entertaining and an overall great experience. I’ll have to bug you whenever I’m back in New York.” Harry looked at Y/N. Actually looked at her this time. Taking in her features, her eye color, the way her hair was styled and the other minute details that made her, her.

“Well, you can bother me whenever. You don’t have to limit your presence to just NYC.” Her heart rate wasn’t slowing down, if anything it was speeding up.

He was right there. So close. His hand was still near the arm rest and if she spun her chair just a bit more to the right her knee would bump into his. But she didn’t want to move, she wasn’t sure what she was feeling or if he was thinking the same things. Frankly, she wasn’t sure what she was thinking. Was she starting to have feelings for him? No, that couldn’t be. She was herself and he was Harry. And even if he did feel whatever she was feeling, he was going back to the UK and would be there for a while. They would only have a phone to connect them.

“Hey?” Y/N’s vision came back into focus and she noticed she was looking past him at the wall instead. “You okay?” all she did was nod, which was apparently unconvincing as he asked a follow up question, “What’s going through your head?”

“I dunno,” Y/N deflated and put her face in her hands, steadying her elbows on her knees. “This whole thing has been so weird. You’re going back to the UK and I feel, I guess, guilty for wanting you to stay longer?” a hand rested against her back, gently pulling her forward until her forehead rested on Harry’s chest, his hand carefully making comforting circular motions as if to say “it’s okay”.

Harry rested his head against the top of hers, mumbling, “I wish I could stay longer too. But when I come back we’ll record that song, okay?” just loud enough for her to hear it.

“Okay.”

“Do you want me to drive you back to your apartment again?”

“Can we just stay like this for a moment? I think I’m too comfortable to get out of this position.” A laugh reverberated through Harry’s chest, which was an answer in and of itself.

━━━━

If you got this far, that last conversation was HEAVILY inspired by GIA Margaret’s song ‘barely there’. I took her lyrics and mixed them in with that conversation which will make sense later down the line. I am not claiming that as my own.

tag list: @theekyliepage @tati813 @reveriehs @thomaslefteyebrow @mxltifxnd0m (let me know if you’d like to be added or removed!)

[valeriele3]

Hihi!

Greetings ~ I'm here to humble ask for a weird request connected to the ask I send earlier. Ehehe.

"what if you Isekai to either CHAU / MDD AU for whole day what will you do?"

Note:

MC could be made as another person / or alternative you

Sorry for the weird request. Hope it's not much too ask. I wanna see what other takes in the AUS. Eheh.

I hope you have a nice day and rng!

Ehehheheeh I wholeheartedly thank you for giving me this chance

Anddd since you put MDD/CH au ofc I picked..Both

Note: Hello this is Val from like idk the future?? (Technically it’ll be past when I post this) I’m so so sorry this took months..! I was very hyped when I got the request but when I actually tried to write everything went ✈️↘️💥

Oh and yeahhh nothing makes sense. I just put whatever stupid thought came to mind and slapped it on there

Warnings: Swearing/Cursing, bad grammar (I literally talk nonstop without breaks in my sentences irl sooo yes. It’s like that whenever I write too) and me being an absolute simp for Ritsu

MDD AU

“Ah..Ahahah..AHAHAHAHHAH! YESSS!”

‘I JUST GOT ISEKAI’D TO ONE OF MY FAVORITE SERIES AHAHAH!’

“Mama who’s that weirdo?”

“No one. Don’t look at her”

“Make sure to pick someone sane in the future okay?”

“Yes mama!”

‘Why do I feel like someone’s talking shit about me..’

“Ritsu~!”

“Ma’am you can’t go inside!”

“Ritsu where are you~?”

“I repeat you cannot go inside ma’am! If you do not listen we will have no choice but to resort to force!”

“Shut up. I’ll kill you”

“That’s it. I apologize in advance ma’am”

“NUH UH HAVE A TASTE OF MY FIST INSTEAD SIR!”

“AHAHAHAHAH NO ONE CAN STOP MEEEE I AM UNBEATABLE BECAUSE I SAID SO!”

“AND BECAUSE I’M LITERALLY THE ONE WRITING EVERYTHING OUT”

“..Su..”

“..tsu..”

“Ugh..Go away..Let me sleep..”

“Hello? Rei? Yeah, I’m with Ritsu in room—”

Slam

“Oh! You’re awake!” (๑･̑◡･̑๑)

“Who’re you?”

“Oh my..Please don’t glare at me like that..It hurts my poor heart” ♪(´ε｀ )

“My name is..Valerie Lee”

“Huh? Did you get a makeover?”

“No..You’re not the Valerie of this world, are you?”

“Ding Ding Ding! Correct! Somebody give this man a prize!”

“Stop playing around. Why’re you here”

“Oh, the answer to that is simple”

“I’m here for you”

“Yeah, I can see that. I’m not dumb” (¬_¬)

“Seriously, what do you want from me?”

“Hmmmm..”

“Spit it out already. Stop wasting my time”

“Ouch. Fine, I want..”

“Your time”

“My time..?” (・・?)

“Mhm!”

“That’s it?”

“Yup!”

“Seriously?” ಠ_ಠ

“Seriously!”

“…”

“..YOU WOKE ME UP JUST FOR THAT?!!?” (•ૅㅁ•)

“Look it’s not just a simple thing okay!?”

“I may look all calm and happy go lucky right now but I’m nervous as heck and my anxiety is not so slowly growing!”

“You do not understand the amount of self restraint I have right now sir!!”

“Because if I didn’t have any self restraint I’d probably be choking and squeezing the life out of you!!”

…

“Okayyyy..I’m calm now!”

“So..Want to hang out for the day? It’ll be my treat” (๑･̑◡･̑๑)

“Sigh..Fine”

“Yay!”

“BUT! Promise you’ll leave me alone after” (¬_¬)

“Aye aye captain! I promise!” ᕦ(ò_óˇ)ᕤ

“You’re weird”

“I know. I always get called crazy by my own family” _:(´ཀ`」 ∠):

“By the way..You said it’ll be your treat but, do you even have the currency of this world?”

“You confirmed earlier that you aren’t from here”

“…”

“Oh..”

“You’re right..” (OvO)

“In fact, I don’t even have yen..Because I don’t even live in Japan..Ahahah..” (´⊙ω⊙`)

Σ(-᷅_-᷄๑)

“But no worries! I can just create some out of thin air! Becauseeee I’m ✨magical✨”

“How the heck did you manage to say the sparkle emoji in real life” (・・?)

“I told you, I’m ✨magical✨ so obviously it’s ✨magic✨”

“Now that we solved our money problem..Where do you want to go?”

“Mm..Somewhere to sleep peacefully and comfortably”

“Ehh..C’mon, I only have today to enjoy my time with you!”

“Why’d it even have to be today? Couldn’t you pick a different day or just come again?”

“Uhm duh no. This isn’t even my world to begin with y’know”

“I don’t “own” this world”

“Huh”

“But this world literally centers around you. Or well this world centers around the Valerie of this world. The MC”

“The multiple universes. Almost all of those worlds are centered around or on you in some way or another”

“Isn’t that mirror like place owned by you too?” (・・?)

“Hell no. The worlds may be centered on “MC” but that doesn’t mean I own this world or the others.”

“What I mean is, “Valerie Lee” doesn’t own any of them. “Valerie Lee” is simply a spectator, a reader.” A reader that deeply enjoys all the sad and complicated stuff happening bc I like seeing my favs in pain or whatever

“That’s all I am Ritsu. Sooo..Since the author has given me this chance I don’t want to waste it”

“NOW ENOUGH SAD COMPLICATED SOUNDING STUFF! LETS ENJOY LIFE TO THE FULLEST AHAHAHHAHAHA!!”

Pick your ending:

Ending 1: Enjoy a wonderful day with Ritsu

Ending 2: Spend the day accidentally talking about useless stuff and not actually getting to hang out for the day. A.k.a wasted opportunity

CHAU

Note: It’s been so long and I can barely remember anythinggggg hsisnajaka please expect this one to be totally off..My mind can only recall the Kkomas and a bit of Madness mansion but no CHAU .°(ಗдಗ。)°.

“…”

“Who’re you? You’re not my Omae”

“Ahahahah..Uhm..”

“Where’s my Omae?” (๑•ૅㅁ•๑)

“I can explain but only if you let go of your weapon” ( ◠‿◠ )

Σ(-᷅_-᷄๑)

“Well?”

“..Fine..”

“Now explain or I’ll kill you”

“Sigh..Why are my favorites like this? What’d I do for you guys to glare at me like that when I haven’t even explained the situation” (￣▽￣;)

“Just talk already!”

“Fine fine!”

“Basically, your Omae is somewhere else right now and I’m taking MC’s place for the day. Once the day is over I’ll go back to my world and continue observing from the sidelines”

“Tsk..And?”

“And what?” (・・?)

“Sigh..Why’re you taking Omae’s place for the day? And what do you mean by somewhere? Where exactly?”

“You’re sighing a lot today. You should stop before your luck runs out y’know?”

“Butttt to answer your question or rather, questions..One, the author sent in a request to what I would do if I was in CHAU or MDD au. Two, I don’t know”

“What do you mean you don’t know” (๑•ૅㅁ•๑)

“I said I don’t know. I don’t know what I don’t know. Plus the whole MC is in another place was just created by me for my own convenience. An excuse or explanation I guess”

“You’re really getting on my nerves lady..”

“Fine, let’s say that Omae is in another place right now. How are you so sure my Omae will be back when the day ends?”

“Duh the request said what would I do if I was isekaid into MDD or CHAU for a whole day. That means that I’ll be back to my original world once the day ends”

“…”

“Hey lady..YOU SAID IT’LL ONLY TAKE A DAY! ITS BEEN A FEW MONTHS OF US JUST STARING AT EACH OTHER”

“WHA— DON’T BREAK THE FORTH WALL! PLUS SHE SAID I COULD TAKE MY TIME ON THIS”

“Look..Let’s just pretend that the day hasn’t even started ok?”

“We’ll finish this request and then we’ll go on our separate ways”

“N—”

“AND you can’t say no because I’m the one controlling this whole thing. Like it or not you’ll have to do this”

“Oh Valerie I love love you!!” (๑˃̵ᴗ˂̵)

“Aww I love you too aha ahaha haha” (^з^)-☆

“The end!”

“That was absolutely disgusting. I #${€_¥ hate you”

“Ey, that’s a no no word. No cussing”

“Also, sorry man but that wasn’t the end”

“#%*$!”

“You want money?”

“You #$%*€”

“Ouch..My heart” (´°̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥ω°̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥｀)

“We’re getting sidetracked again. Let’s just focus on the ‘story building' nothing more ok?”

“You literally said you control everything so it’s your fault we’re getting sidetracked”

“That’s..True..Oops”

ʕ•̫͡•ʕ•̫͡•ʔ•̫͡•ʔ•̫͡•ʕ•̫͡•ʔ•̫͡•ʕ•̫͡•ʕ•̫͡•ʔ•̫͡•ʔ•̫͡•ʕ•̫͡•ʔ•̫͡•ʔ

Psstttt! Hey! It’s me, hi I’m th—

It’s been a few months since I received this request and I’ve finally decided to 'finish' it today while in class

Technically it isn’t truly finished since the main part of the CHAU hasn’t even started but my phone’s lagging from all this text sooo yeah, that’s it

I’m so so sorry it took me this long to make. I’ve had like zero motivation whatsoever for quite a few months now so this fic is full of nonsense

The content is literally divided by months. One part was made during this time and the next was made a few months after

I might remake this into something better if I get the time and motivation