#I’m thinking sig chi

[msoregano21]

Dreams are for Second Chances

Author's note: Hi! Thank you for checking out my story!

This story is based on my DP Season 4 series. You could read this as a stand-alone, but some things might be confusing/not make much sense if you do not know the larger story.

Here is the order from what to read first to last: 

Back to the Past

The High School Reunion

Into the Future

Living Here and Now

After the Battle

Creating the Second Generation

This story

Obviously, this story is sandwiched between "After the Battle" and "Creating the Second Generation" in terms of the timeline.

Hope you like the story!

Boring legal things: This is a work of fanfiction using characters from the Danny Phantom world, which is owned by Nickelodeon and Viacom. I do not claim any ownership over anything except the storyline and new characters I created. Do not steal.

~*~

“I like Emma, but I’m not ready for her to come back yet.”

“Mmmm…”

Danny caught Sam’s lips into a kiss, one of many they had been sharing that night. She moved one hand that played with his hair under the covers of her twin-size bed to scratch up his thigh. She wondered if he would feel enough sensation through his pajama pants, but her question was answered when he stilled his lips and tongue to let out a quiet moan into her mouth. Sam swore she would never get tired of hearing his sounds. She never would have thought she would get to see his sexual side, and she absolutely loved it.

“Dude, my older brother was in Chi Psi, and he said they made college bearable, so they’re my first choice," came a voice from outside the dorm.

“I dunno, I kinda liked Sig Chi…”

The voices of the two young men faded as they walked further down the hallway.

Sam chuckled.

“What’s so funny?” Danny asked.

Sam propped herself up. “Pledging. Fraternities. College life.”

Long black strands of hair fell upon her face, casting a shadow over her features in the moonlight. He tucked them back behind her ear, then rested his hand on her cheek.

“Still can’t believe we made it through high school?” he said, his thumb stroking her cheekbone.

“It felt both endless and like a fleeting moment in time.”

“Couldn’t have said it better.”

“How many frats have tried to recruit you?”

“Ugh, all of them. My box in the mail room has been overflowing with formal invitations to join.”

“Ew,” she said with the scrunch of her nose.

“That’s really cute,” he said as his finger quickly booped the tip of her nose.

Her cheeks flushed red, and she rolled off of him. “I think I’m turning in for the night.”

“Oh come on, just ‘cuz I said I like when you do that thing with your nose?” He pulled the comforter over their bodies and tucked her in.

“I don’t want to be cute. I want to be…” She blushed even more. “...I dunno, sexy and sensual and–” “You are all of those things. You’re also cute.”

She made a frustrated sound. “Okay, but you’re the only person allowed to call me that.”

“The sounds you make during sex are especially adorable.”

“Get out.”

He laughed out loud, and Sam could not help but laugh along with him.

Danny kissed her cheek. “I’ve missed this. Making out without being afraid of either one of our roommates walking in on us.”

“Poor Tucker. He’s had to wait in the library so many times for us.”

“And it’s still only the first quarter. He’s got this and two more before we become sophomores.” “Then we can finally get our own apartment. I may or may not be still slightly bitter that they wouldn’t change the housing rules for a global hero.”

“Well, they want freshmen to make friends and be part of college culture. I get it. Still sucks though,” Danny said.

“Who knows, maybe Tucker will work up the courage to ask Emma out, and they become a couple before the end of our freshman year. Maybe they’ll end up living together too.” 

“Did you see how Tucker was looking at Emma during dinner on Friday?”

“Yeah, he’s got it bad. He looked so sad when she said she was going to Ashland for the Shakespeare Festival with the rest of her theater class.” “I don’t think he’s ever looked at a girl like that before.”

“No, he hasn’t. This time is different.”

Danny settled himself onto half of Sam’s pillow.

“Comfy?” she said.

“Trying to be. These beds are too small for two people.”

“Maybe that was the point.”

He laughed again.

A moment passed before Sam spoke up.

“...Do your nightmares get better when you sleep next to me?”

He opened his eyes. The bad dreams started the summer before college. He would wake up to Jazz shaking him, telling him she could hear him crying in his sleep from the next room. When he slept over at Sam’s house, she would also wake him up when she heard him talking.

Sometimes he could fully remember his dreams. They were more like vivid memories he re-lived with Vlad, Walker, and many of the other ghosts he had to fight. Other times, however, they were more like bits and pieces that somehow terrorized him even more. Flashes of himself crawling across a floor that looked an awful lot like the one at Pariah’s Keep, even though he had not been back there since defeating Pariah Dark…of electric shocks coursing through his body…of Sam’s half-sobs, half-screams…

There were also other reoccurring dreams that somehow disappeared from his memory the instant he woke up. All he could recall was being in a blinding white room.

“Did Tucker tell you something?” he said. “He told me about last Tuesday, how you would’ve slept-walked to the hallway if he hadn’t stopped you.” “I was lucky he stayed up late gaming…I think all that ghost-fighting is coming back to haunt me, no pun intended.” He chuckled sadly.

She raised his hand that rested on her stomach and kissed his knuckles.

“I’m sorry this is happening to you,” she whispered.

She turned to face him. “Maybe you should talk to someone about this.”

He shrugged, trying his best to look nonchalant. “I don’t know, I don’t think a counselor could relate to the kinds of experiences I’ve been through.”

“They don't necessarily need to relate. But that kind of stuff–war and life-or-death situations–a trauma therapist worth their salt would know how to help you work through that. I can help you find a psychologist, and I won’t stop until we find one you actually like.”

“You don’t have to do that, you’re taking five classes already–”

“I’ll do it anyway. I’ll make the time for you.”

Danny smiled. “Why would you do that?”

She smiled back. She knew she was taking the bait, but she was doing it anyway, because she also knew he needed to hear those words right now.

She reached up to caress his cheek. “Because I love you.”

“I love you too. So much.”

“And hey, if you can’t sleep…you’re always welcome to do that thing I texted you about on Thursday.”

Danny remembered. He was in the middle of a lecture when his phone vibrated; he snuck a peek, hiding his phone under his desk, at what Sam had texted him. After that one time months ago when Sam got an idea for the bedroom, he asked her to share with him whenever she got more.

“Are you sure? Because I don’t want to mess with your sleep–”

“Danny, please. I’m giving you permission. I want to try it.”

He swallowed hard. “Okay.”

“Goodnight, Danny.” She gave him a kiss on the lips and snuggled into her covers.

“Goodnight, Sam,” he murmured.

~*~

1:17 am.

Danny put his phone down and threw his head back onto the pillow with a quiet, frustrated huff.  He had been tossing and turning for roughly two hours.

“Mmm.”

He glanced over at Sam. Her eyebrows suddenly furrowed, and she gripped her blanket tightly. She groaned again.

“Sam?” he whispered.

“Mmmmmmmmm.”

Her legs twitched, as if she were surprised by something. 

As if she were trying to get away from something.

Hang on…does she get nightmares too?

He sat up.

Has she been having dreams this whole time too? Why wouldn’t she tell me?

Her face contorted in pain.

Maybe she didn’t want to worry me. Maybe she was so concerned about me, she didn’t think about herself. Sam…

Wait, maybe I’m jumping to conclusions. It could be just a weird dream. Or maybe a one-off bad dream.

There’s only one way to find out.

She turned over and huddled close to the wall.

What am I thinking, I haven’t done this in years! And that was for an emergency, which this is not. Not exactly…

But she did give me permission.

She rolled over once again, wrapping herself in the covers like a cocoon.

Sam placed her left hand by her face, and the blue stone on her ring glimmered back at him.

I love her. I want to protect her, but I need to know what’s going on. 

I guess I have my answer, then.

As quietly as he could, Danny slipped out of her bed and turned into his Phantom self.

Here goes nothing.

Danny turned himself invisible and headed straight inside his girlfriend’s head.

~*~

Vines. There were prickly, sickly green vines as big as trucks stretching as far as he could see. Honey-tinted sap oozed from the tops of houses, giving off a pungent smell. Danny saw overgrown flowers budding and blossoming as well as mushrooms popping up all over town.

She is having trauma-related dreams.

All of a sudden, from the corner of his eye, he spotted a shivering version of himself running back to Fenton Works.

Without a second thought, Danny sped down and picked him up.

“Wait,” the dream version of himself said, “what–”

“Trust me, I got this.”

He dropped him off in an alley behind his house.

“Just chill here, okay?” Danny caught himself and rolled his eyes. “Oh great, I’m back to puns.”

He then leapt off the ground and zoomed back to his house.

Danny burst open the front door. “From here, I went to…”

A snake-like sound alerted him to the vine wrapped around his calf. He briefly panicked as he stepped forward. The vine unraveled too easily, slinking back through the front door and into the street.

“Wait a second, it didn’t put up a fight…is everything easier in here because it’s all a dream?”

He then phased himself through the floor to the lab.

“And now I wait.”

He stood his ground as the vines crept in, inching their way around him.

Soon enough, plant Sam appeared in front of him. She opened her fluorescent green eyes and stared back at him. 

“Stay, Danny,” she said. She coyly placed her arms in front of her, deliberately using her upper arms to press her breasts together and create a more dramatic cleavage. “Stay, and rule with me.”

What Sam never knew was that he thought back often to this moment. He remembered what he said. He knew he made the right decision at the time to leave her and meet Frostbite in order to gain control of his ice powers. However, that did not stop him from wondering what would have happened if he had listened to the other voice in his head. The one that said to stay, because he was afraid of what would happen if he left her behind.

How would history have changed?

This was his opportunity to find out without repercussions.

“If I stay,” he began slowly, “do you promise I get to stay by your side?”

She raised her eyebrows. “Wha–”

“I said, if I stay,” he said, louder than before, “do you promise I get to stay by your side?”

Dream Sam regained her composure. “I promise,” she said in her seducing tone. “But you should know that I’d never let you go.” 

She cocked her head to the side. “You already know that, don’t you?”

“I don’t know for sure. I’m hoping you won’t.”

Dream Sam narrowed her eyes in confusion.

He straightened himself. “I don’t want to be away from you.”

She took a beat, and he could practically hear the sap dripping from the ceiling. 

“Why?” she finally said.

“Because…” He inhaled. “Because when something good happens to me, I turn around to tell you first. Because when I wake up, I wonder if you’re awake already so I can text you. Because when I tell you at night ‘sleep well’ or ‘sweet dreams,’ I’m not just saying those things, I’m actually hoping you do. My hand is always looking for yours to hold. Even when you’re not around, you’re still with me.”

He recalled the time he spent in the Realm of the Far Frozen. Even though he did think of Tucker and his family back home, it was the vision of Sam that often occupied his thoughts. He should have taken that as a sign back then that this was definitely more than just a crush.

“Don’t tell me,” her voice turned sour, “I’m in your dreams, in everywhere you look, in every breath you take, all that stupid, fluffy romance novel crap.”

His cheeks turned crimson when she said dreams. Their battle with Nocturn was not the only time he dreamt of Sam. In fact, ever since then, he had frequent dreams of her…although those dreams were far less innocent than the first one he had.

“That’s all written to cater to an audience. None of that is real, but the way I feel…that’s real.”

“It’s not like you to be this…upfront about your feelings.”

We never talked about what happened with Undergrowth or any of the other ghosts we fought.

We should have.

“I don’t want any misunderstandings between us.” He took a step forward.

She took a step back.

“Don’t.”

He stopped moving. “Don’t what?”

“Don’t give me false hope,” she whispered.

He was taken aback.

“You don’t…see me.”

“I do see you.”

She raised her voice. “No, you don’t.”

He brought his feet back together. “Okay. Tell me what you mean. Help me understand.”

Dream Sam glanced off to the side with an angry look on her face.

“I can’t know unless you tell me,” he said.

“Don’t treat me like a child.”

“I didn’t mean to come off like that. I’m sorry. I just…I just want to understand everything about you.” He lowered his voice. “I want to do better for you.”

She wrapped her arms around her torso, a last line of defense before speaking.

“You see me as your best friend. And I’ll always be your best friend, first and foremost. But…”

He almost filled in the empty space but thought better of it.

“I…” She shook her head. “You see me as part of your ghost-fighting team, as a confidant, but you don’t see me as a girl. You practically said so yourself.” “When did I–” He suddenly flashbacked to when Tucker encouraged him to go talk to Paulina. 

“I can’t! I get weak-kneed when I try to talk to cute girls.”

“Oh, and you have absolutely no problems talking to me.”

“I didn’t mean it like that.”

“Whatever.”

He noticed a dramatic change in her voice–gone was the sultry voice of possessed plant Sam; her normal voice returned.

“First you liked Paulina. Then you liked Valerie. But I was here the whole time. Here. Right in front of you. And you didn’t even notice.” She hugged herself tighter. “I didn’t do any of that stuff–supporting you–to try to get your attention. I did it because I…care about you.”

He could practically hear the word she was originally going to use echoing in the air around them. 

“But…” he said softly.

She took her time crafting an answer. “But I hoped…maybe one day, you’d wake up and it would all just, I don’t know, click. That I’ve…liked you since we were kids. That you didn’t have to choose which identity could have a relationship, because I wanted both sides of you. All of you.”

She still could not look at him. 

“I exist in this weird limbo space. One of the guys, like Tucker, but not quite. A girl…” her voice dipped into a whisper, “...but not a possible girlfriend.”

A silence stretched between them. Danny had no idea what to say. He felt a literal pain in his heart as he watched her stare at the wall, unwilling to tear her gaze away.

He took a shaky breath. “I didn’t know it was that bad.”

“You had your own things you were dealing with,” she murmured. She gave a sarcastic chuckle. “To say the very least.”

“Still. I…wasn’t being very thoughtful of your feelings.”

He took a deep breath.

“I was a kid. A clueless kid.” He chuckled. “And I shared with you all of my crushes like I would with a friend. I won’t apologize for that, because you are my best friend.

“What I will apologize for, however, is how I made you feel. That was never–never–my intention. Maybe that doesn’t count for much, given how it made you feel anyway. And for that, I am sorry.”

Sam looked up at him then, the green still in her eyes, but her face much softer than before. His heart wrenched.

“You are the last person I ever want to hurt,” he said.

Now she stepped forward. Danny took that as a sign that he was okay to walk towards her.

They closed the space between them, and Sam looked up at him. 

“I don’t need a knight in shining armor to save me,” she said, her provocative voice returning.

She surprised him by immediately pressing herself flush against his body, and he sharply inhaled. Dream Sam snaked her arms up his chest and around his neck.

“I know you don’t,” he whispered. His hands laced together around the small of her back.

It was not fair. Her grassy dress that was so small and fit every curve perfectly, her messy hair, and god, her voice…of course it was all alluring to him. They had all been burned into his memory. It was not until the danger was over and done with that he dreamt of her like this…only in his dreams, her gorgeous amethyst eyes looked back at him. She was all there and with him.

“I don’t need anything or anyone,” she said.

“No, you don’t.”

He cupped the back of her head.

“But I want you with me,” she finally whispered.

“Good,” he breathed. “Then I’m all yours.”

Her breath caught in her throat. 

“This could ruin everything.” Her normal voice was back. “If it doesn’t work out, how can we look at each other and still be friends after this? It’s another reason why I didn’t push it further. I don’t want to mess a good thing up just because I want more.”

“How ironic, I thought the same thing, too.”

She looked back at him, startled at his words.

“It’s why I had to make sure you wanted this too before I made a move.”

“That still doesn’t answer my question. What if we don’t work out? What happens to our friendship?”

“Then…well, you said it yourself, we’re first friends. Those feelings won’t change. At least not for me.” “Easy for you to say now.”

He brushed through her hair with his fingers, something he never thought he would be able to do back when he was unsure if his love was one-sided.

“But think about what we would miss if we didn’t give each other a chance. I’m willing to take that risk. Are you?”

She stared up at him. Then, she crashed her mouth to his.

Lips. Teeth. Tongue. He pushed deeper into her mouth, fisting her hair, and he could feel the vibrations of her moan, sending ravenous energy down his spine. She pressed her breasts harder against his chest, and the mental image of her deepening cleavage made his cock throb even more.

He let go of her lips and tugged her hair back, forcing her to look at him.

“I want you,” he said with a darkened expression.

She panted against his lips. “Bedroom. Now.”

He let go of her, taking her by the hand back up the stairs.

They reached his room; out of habit, he closed and locked the door behind them. He looked back at her. 

The vines that were attached to her disappeared, and she looked so much closer to her old self.

“Get on the bed.” His voice came out softly yet commanding.

Back in the real world, Sam usually liked to take control in the bedroom. He was more than fine with that–he thoroughly enjoyed watching her take what she wanted from him.

Sometimes, however, he liked to show her just how much he wanted her.

A small shiver rippled down her body, so small someone would miss it if they did not look closely enough at her. With Danny, he did not want to miss a single thing.

Dream Sam got on the bed and sat up against his pillows.

“Spread your legs for me.”

She locked eyes with him. Slowly–so painstakingly slowly–she parted her legs.

“I’ve told you a thousand times before,” he murmured as he joined her in bed, “but I’ll say it a million times more…you are so beautiful.”

He captured her mouth once again in a feverish kiss, and she clung to his lips desperately, as if his exhales would give her the oxygen she needed to survive.

Sam was everywhere–under him, around him, her moans surging through his body and setting him aflame.

And yet, kissing Dream Sam made him acutely aware that he was not in the real world. Gone was the fresh clean scent of her shampoo. When he kissed her, he could feel her tongue moving against his, but she tasted like air.

He did not want to stay in this dream world.

He released her lips and nipped across her collarbones. Dream Sam cried out but just as quickly covered her mouth.

“You can be as loud as you want here,” he said, nudging her hand away. 

He slid a finger under her spiked choker and lifted her head up to meet her astonished yet eager eyes.

“We’re the only ones here. Don’t hide yourself from me.”

He kissed her again, firmly setting the pace. Her muscles slowly relaxed, and she let go of her grip on his biceps. Her breath hitched; then, she tentatively pulled down the top of her strapless dress.

Her hardened nipples brushed against his chest, and this brief touch triggered a low rumble from him.

“Do you know why I love you?” he said as he groped her breasts, toying with her hardened nipples. 

She arched into his hands, needing more. “You’ve said before because of my sense of individuality, and you think I’m smart, pretty, cool, and fun.”

“I’m glad you remember that,” he said. 

He encircled one nipple with his tongue, and her heavy-lidded eyes fogged over with pleasure.

“But also you make me happy, just by being you.”

He used his teeth, earning him a surprised yelp in response. 

“You make me believe in myself, especially when I think the situation’s hopeless. You are so good, so kind, and there’s no one else like you. No one.”

He kissed the center of her chest.

“H-how did you–when did you know all of this?” she said.

She gasped when he phased the choker off of her and began sucking and licking her neck.

“I am not talking about him here.”

“Who–” Her eyes widened when she realized he was talking about “Gregor”/Elliot. “Oh.”

“I felt like I was losing my mind. I was losing my mind.”

He stilled for a moment. He was the worst version of himself when he thought Sam and Elliot were going steady.

“I’m not a jealous person, but…”

“You didn’t like the way he made me feel,” she whispered back. “The way I looked at him. And you thought, if I were holding anyone’s hand…it should be yours.”

He lifted his head to look at her. “Yes. Exactly.”

“...I know.”

“Of course you do,” he breathed.

He cradled her head in his hands, kissing her softly and deeply.

He hated Elliot. However, Danny recognized if Elliot had not entered the picture, he would have taken even longer to realize he had feelings for Sam after all. For that, perhaps Danny should be thanking him.

Nah, Elliot could rot in Michigan for all he cared.

“I don’t want anyone else,” he said when he came up for air. “I only want you.”

She closed her eyes, committing this moment to memory.

I only want you.

He lifted her up and took her place on the metal wire headboard.

“Danny, wha–”

He seated her between his legs, her back against his chest, and continued working on her breasts. Her moans increased, and she tipped her head back in ecstasy, cheeks flushed and mouth open.

They had talked early on in their relationship that they would not use pet names for each other. Sam never liked them; she felt like calling her “babe” or “baby” infantilized her, and they had called each other by their names for so long, using any other word would be unnatural. Besides, there was something about the way he said her name that she liked, especially when they were in the bedroom.

He understood her reasons and said he was fine with it. That did not mean, though, that he could stop the nicknames that ran through his mind, particularly during sex.

Seeing her like this–exposed, raw, and vulnerable to his touches–especially gave him the urge.

“That’s right.” Sweetheart. “Let yourself go.”

He continued leaving love bites all over her neck.

At least there was one good thing about dream world–he could give as many hickeys as he liked, and she would not have to worry about covering them up the next day.

She wrapped one arm around the back of his neck while the other hand inched its way down to try to touch herself.

“No.” He took hold of her wrist and pulled her hand away. “I’m giving you all of your orgasms tonight.”

He replaced her hand with his.

He smirked. “You’re soaking wet...” …,beautiful.

“Please…”

“Please what?”

He rubbed her just the way she liked, and she squirmed.

“Touch you?” he said.

“Yes.”

Danny could not think or see clearly. All he could sense was her sweet sounds and how soft and pliable she felt under his hands. All he could think about was how to push her body higher and higher until she crumbled from the overwhelming, heavenly pressure.

He slid a finger in. “Make you come?”

“Yes!” she screamed.

As he alternated stroking and driving into her, she rolled her hips into the air, begging for more.

“Stop moving,” he growled.

Something about the way he spoke to her shot sensation straight to her clit, and she could not take it anymore.

Her glistening chest expanded, and she kissed him, nearly screaming into his mouth as her insides clenched and gripped around his finger.

Sam slid down his chest as she continued to ride out her orgasm, but Danny wrapped his arm around her waist.

“I got you…”

I always will.

He raised the hand that was inside of her to his lips.

Nothing. She did not taste like anything. He had forgotten.

Sam sighed heavily, then turned to her side, still within his embrace.

She rubbed him over his clothes.

“I don’t need you to do that, Sam.”

Once again, he grasped her hand; only this time, he laced their fingers together.

“Maybe later. For now, I want it to be all about you.”

Sam snuggled into him. “You know…I want to be better for you too.” 

“Really?”

She nodded. “I was having lunch with Emma last Monday, just talking about life and stuff, and she helped me realize something–I was too harsh on you when we were younger. Like when you got rid of your powers. You did it to protect your friends and family. There was truth to both of our perspectives, but I was only seeing it my way, and…I’m sorry for that.”

He raised his eyebrows. “Wow. Thank you. I…really appreciate that. More than I can say. Emma helped you figure that out?”

“Yeah. She skipped a grade when she was homeschooled, but somehow, she turned out wise beyond her years. Amazing how a good female friend can–”

She gasped and looked up at him.

“Sam?”

“...Emma.”

“..Riiiight?”

“We’ve…we’ve done this before,” she said, moving her hand between them. “Yes, we have.”

She frantically looked around the room. “None of this is real.”

“This happened years ago, but right now, no.”

She looked at him.

“But I’m real,” he said.

He raised her hand and pressed it against his chest. He curled his hand around hers, hoping she could feel his heartbeat.

“I’m real.”

Suddenly, the room shook. Then, everything went pitch black.

~*~

Sam awoke with a gasp.

“Danny?”

She sat upright when she could not feel him beside her.

“Danny?” she said more anxiously.

“I’m right here…”

She looked across the room where the sound came from, her eyes struggling to adjust to the darkness.

Danny used the wall he just collided with to help him stand up, and he rubbed his shoulder.

“Okay,” he said, rolling his arm, “I am not doing this again. Sorry, but no.”

“Th-that’s fine, but…are you okay?”

“Yeah, I’ll be alright,” he said as he turned human again and sat back down on her bed.

“Sam…why didn’t you tell me you were having nightmares too?”

She shifted her gaze away from him.

“Because…I thought yours were way worse. And of course they are, you were the target of ghosts and humans everywhere!”

“It’s not about better or worse. You were in those life-or-death situations with me, either watching me being targeted or actually getting targeted yourself.” He lowered his voice. “It makes sense it would leave an impact on you.”

“...I wanted to take care of you first.”

They sat in the silence together. Danny wondered how he could have missed all of this. They had been sleeping together since Norway–how did he not feel her moving around or hear her groaning? How had he not woken up once to see her like this?

“Sam…” He reached for and held her hand between his. “I’m no professional, but I think we might have PTSD.”

She nodded. “I wouldn’t be surprised.”

Another beat of silence passed between them.

“So,” Danny began, “everything that you said back there…” “Yeah.”

“We should’ve talked about that, too.”

One of the guys, like Tucker, but not quite. A girl, but not a possible girlfriend.

“I didn’t want to look back. What’s past is past. All that matters now is the future between us, right?”

“But it still sneaks up on you in your dreams and hurts you.”

She sighed. “Yeah…I need to be more open and honest with you. I’m sorry.”

“Well, you didn’t have bad intentions, even if it was maybe misguided.”

She nodded, then smiled. “And everything you said back there–”

“It’s how I really feel.”

Sam met his ocean eyes. Then, she shifted forward towards him.

All of a sudden, she stopped.

“Oh,” she said.

“What?”

Sam grabbed one of his hands and guided it under the covers.

“That was real too.”

Danny laughed and kissed her.

“Round two?”

“Well wait, what about y–”

“I told you, tonight I want to make it about you.” His gaze on her intensified. He leaned forward, leaving Sam no choice but to lie back down on her pillow.

“I want to see how long you can last,” he said with a mischievous smirk.

~*~

Seven. She lasted seven times before she tapped out. Only then did he finish inside of her.

Danny was fast asleep when he opened his eyes in the blinding white room.

Right. I’ve been here before. I’m dreaming again.

He was standing on the shores of the same small island, with an expansive body of water between him and another island.

This time, however, only one grown woman stood there with her back towards him.

He tried to jump up and go ghost to fly over the water, but he simply fell back down.

Oh right, I tried this before…still doesn’t work.

Suddenly, the woman turned around.

Long black hair. Violet eyes.

Her left hand, which had what looked like an engagement ring and a wedding ring on her ring finger, and her right hand, which had what he definitely recognized as the class ring he gave her, rested on a large, round belly.

“Danny.”

Her voice rung in echoes all over the white room.

“Sam?”

Older Sam’s surprised face softened into a warm smile.

A strange sense of familiarity crashed like a wave over him, and he grinned. “Sam!”

He dove right into the water.

This time, however, the distance between the islands somehow seemed much shorter. Nothing grabbed at him. Nothing stopped him from finally reaching the sand on the other side.

He climbed out and ran to her. 

“I’m here! Sam, I made it, I’m here!”

He tripped over his own feet and landed face down.

“Ouch…”

Two black flats came into view. He looked up, and there she was.

“You okay?”

“I’m more than okay. I’m here!” He got onto his knees. “I love you!”

She chuckled, and it was unlike anything he had ever heard. It was as if his sense of hearing was heightened, and he could pick apart every single note in her laughter.

He turned his stare towards her stomach. Her beautiful, protruding stomach. He did not have to ask–he knew this child was his.

He placed both hands on either side and looked up again at her. Then, he leaned in to kiss it.

And that was when he woke up.

~*~

Danny sat right back up and looked around him. He was back in the small double at the University of Oregon. Gone was the bright, blinding-white light–in the moonlight, he could barely make out Emma’s Broadway posters on the opposite side of the room.

He tried hard to remember what he dreamt about, but it was as if the memory disintegrated away. All he could recall was being in a white room.

“Danny?...”

He turned his head towards his barely conscious girlfriend.

“What’s wrong?” she said groggily.

He took a deep breath. “Nothing. Nothing’s wrong.”

Once again, he slipped back under the covers, tucking her in to make sure she was warm.

“Did you dream about that room again?”

“Yeah, I did.”

“Hmm…” 

He watched as she adorably buried her face into her pillow.

“Do you remember anything about it?”

His face fell. “No.”

“It’s okay, Danny. You will, one day. You’ll remember…”

He held her hand, rubbing over the back with a thumb.

“I hope so,” he said before he closed his eyes.

~*~

Once again, thank you for reading!

[730hook]

I’m like dead set on writing a frat Hook fic

[pink-princess-pussy-pop]

Princess - Frat! Tyler Galpin x FEM! Reader

Literally all I can think about is Frat Boy! Tyler. OMFG I need him out of my head.

Summary: As the presidents of Alpha Sig and Theta Chi, you and Tyler have to Co-Host the annual ASA/THETA CI Halloween party together

Warnings: Tyler is a bit of an ass, language, smut, mirror sex, Dom Tyler, unprotected sex (USE PROTECTION PLEASE!!!!!!!!!!!) not proofread!! 🫣

You ran over your mental checklist, checking to make sure that everything was set up perfectly for the annual Alpha Sigma and Theta Chi Halloween dance. 

As President of ASA, you had more responsibilities than others, having to overlook food, music, drinks, and decorations. Your duties were supposed to be shared with the Theta Chi President, Tyler Galpin, but you had guessed the guy, whom you hated, had no plans to help you out., even though the party was at his fucking frat house.  

Your phone buzzed. 

where r u???? we were supposed to start getting ready 40 min ago!

you typed a reply to your best friend.

Tyler never showed. 

what an asshole

You laughed at the message before doing one last check that everything was in place. 

As you turned to leave the big room that was designated for the party, you saw Tyler in the doorway. He was looking around the room, at all of your hard work, that he would more than likely take credit for. 

“Looks good, Princess.” You rolled your eyes at the nickname he’d given you freshman year. His signature pretty smirk stretched across his lips sent a flutter through you. 

“Thanks for helping, dickhead.” You pushed past him. locking the door to the mansion. 

The two of you stood in silence with him smirking at you and you glaring at him. 

You knew he was going to bring up the duo costume you were required to do, and Tyler, being Tyler, had basically forced you into being a Prince and Princess. 

“Can’t wait to see you in what I picked out.” 

That was another thing. In the midst of you doing all the heavy lifting, Tyler got costume duty. You had yet to see what he had chosen for you to wear. 

“Tyler, I swear to GOD-” He stepped closer to you, his large hand reaching up to move a fallen strand hair behind your ear. 

“Don’t worry, Princess.” His voice was low and smooth. “I think you’ll be pleasantly surprised.” His eyes glanced down at your parted lips and then back to yours before winking. “After you, M’Lady.” He let you pass him as you walked down the stairs of the frat house, decorated to a “T” for the spooky holiday. “See you tonight!” You got into your car and drove the short way to the ASA house. 

...

“Holy shit.” You stepped out of the bathroom, wearing a pale pink princess costume, complete with a fully boned corset. Your friend stared at you, mesmerized by the gorgeous dress Tyler had picked out. You had feared Tyler was going to give you a slutty nurse costume or something like that, but he had, of course, surprised you. It fit you like a glove, the sparkly pink corset extenuating your waist perfectly. You had pinned up your hair in a pretty updo and topped it with the beautiful gold gown Tyler had given you. Complete with your simple but pretty makeup, you looked like a million bucks. 

“Holy shit! Galpin has great taste.” You couldn’t help but blush, your cheeks mirroring the color of your dress. Your friend was dressed as Dorothy, the rest of your friend group completing the Oz gang. 

You glanced at yourself in the mirror, wondering what you would look like next to him. Maybe even on his arm... 

“Fuck.” 

You had to get there early to welcome the guests and you were already running late. Your phone buzzed.

I’m outside, princess. 

You had to reread the message Tyler sent before replying. 

What?

What kind of prince would I be if I didn’t take my princess to the ball in a carriage?

“Tyler’s outside.”

“What?”

You showed her the messages and her eyes widened.

“Shit! What do I do?”

She rolled her eyes.

“Go!” You glare at her and she shrugs in reply. “He’s hot.”

When you got to the main entrance of the house, you paused. Through the window you could see Tyler and an actual fucking coachman. Tyler had rented a horse and carriage ride for the two of you.

“And here the lovely lady is.” His devilish smirk was back, contrasting the large gold crown atop his head.

You had to admit, he looked handsome in his costume, a white medieval blouse with a dark blue cape attached to it, a fake sword sheathed at his waist.

You fought off the little voice in your head that said he always looks handsome.

Tyler held his hand out to you as you got closer to the white carriage. You couldn’t help but blush under his gaze as he took in your costume, suddenly nervous.

As we settled into the carriage, Tyler leaned into your ear, whispering in a low voice that gave you goosebumps, “You look absolutely beautiful.” His hand was still holding yours from when he helped you into the carriage but neither of you let go.

You’d assumed that Tyler would have the coachman go straight to the frat house and when you asked he said,

“What kind of royals would we be if we didn’t make a grand entrance?”

“Tyler we have to be there fir-“

“Don’t worry, M’lady. It’s handled.”

After a carriage ride through a nearby park, the party had been going on for around 40 minutes and Tyler asked the man to bring you to the house.

Your heart beat when the driver slowed down, the horse coming to stop in front of the grand staircase. Once again, Tyler helped you like a gentleman. As you walked up the steps, his hand slipped from yours which made your heart sink, just a bit.

The wide doors were open, the music blasting, sorority girls and frat boys everywhere.

Your breath caught in your throat when you felt Tyler’s hand on your lower back, guiding you further into the large room.

To be honest, you had felt like you were in a cliche. Like in a Disney movie when everyone stops to watch the beautiful girl, or in this case, you and Tyler.

His hand gripped you a bit tighter and he pulled you closer to him.

A group of girls in skimpy costumes immediately formed a half circle around Tyler, telling him how great the party was. You tried to slip from his grasp to go find your friends but Tyler pulled you back into his body.

“Thanks ladies, but you’d have to thank my lovely Y/N for the party. After all, my little princess planned everything, didn’t you?” You suddenly felt shy in his presence, like he was forcing you to be praised, which, in a weird way, was attractive.

“Yes.” Was all you could manage out. But, it was clear that the girls were only interested in Tyler, and not the decorations you had meticulously hung around the space.

“Alright girls, I’d love to stay and chat but M’lady needs a drink.” He flashed his million dollar smile and led you away from them.

You felt so awkward. Having spent the last hour with your rival who was undoubtedly also whom you had fantasized about for four years. It felt surreal. You downed a shot of Tito’s, not wanting to think about it anymore.

Of course, because of course he had, Tyler had hacked your Spotify and added a slow song to the party playlist you had curated. When you heard the music your eyes widened, embarrassed that you had forgotten to double check your playlist. You hadn’t realized that the floor had cleared and that Tyler was standing in the middle of it.

“Y/N.” You looked to your friend, frantically trying to find the device to change the song.

“What!??”

She motioned with her head to where he was standing, causing your mouth to fall open. Everyone was watching.

Tyler held his hand out to you, grinning.

“Girl if you do not dance with him I will kill you wi-“

You cut your friend off by slowly walking to meet him.

“May I have this dance?” You rolled your eyes before placing your hand in his.

“Yes, you may.” His grin widened and he pulled you in close, placing one of his hands on your back. You brought your free hand to his shoulder.

”Everyone is staring at us, Tyler.” 

“I’m pretty sure they are watching you, babe.” 

“What? Why?” Tyler’s hand left your waist to tilt your chin up to him, his thumb just barely touching the bottom of your lip. Your breathing went ragged. 

“Because you look fucking gorgeous.” He opened his mouth to say something else, but stopped himself. He brought his hand back to your waist and smiled at you. 

Of fucking course Tyler could dance. Except for actually fucking sucking, he was perfect. More people took to the dance floor with their dates, which made you more comfortable.

Tyler could feel you relax in his arms. He removed his hand from yours, bringing it to your waist, pulling you in closer. You now were swaying awkwardly with your hands hovering over his chest. He was trying not to laugh at your flustered self, your cheeks pink and how you wouldn’t make eye contact with him. Tyler knew he made you nervous, hell that was the reason he was such an ass to you, so he could watch the effect he had on you. And dammit if you didn’t have the same effect on him.

He wanted so badly to dip his head and kiss you but knew it probably wasn’t the best idea. 

“Sweetheart just put your arms around my neck.” Your heart beat faster at the new nickname but you did as you were told. Unfortunately, this meant that when you looked up, you were basically nose to nose. You watched, mesmerised by him, how his eyes travelled to your mouth, how his tongue darted out a bit to wet his, the slightest tighten of his grip around you, how when he looked into your eyes once again, his pupils were blown and his smirk was back. 

Fuck. 

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. 

You cannot be turned on right now. Not by Tyler Fucking Galpin!

The universe seemed to read your mind and the slow song ended, leading you to unwrap yourself from his grasp. He looked a little startled as you smoothed out your dress. 

“I gotta go find my friends.” Before he could respond, you were gone, leaving Tyler alone amongst his drunk classmates. 

You had been successfully ignoring Tyler, your heart, and the slight ache between your legs for the past few hours, mingling with friends, being a good host, ect. 

Suddenly you felt a presence behind you and thinking it was Tyler, you didn’t turn around. 

“Do you wanna dance?” A voice that did not belong to Tyler surprised you and you turned around. In front of you stood a blonde guy, dressed as Fred from Scooby Doo, who you vaguely remember seeing at other parties. The first thing you thought was 

He is not as attractive as Tyler.

Not wanting to be rude to the guy you agreed and followed him to the dance floor.

The two of you danced to the upbeat music, his hands resting on your waist. 

You forgot about Tyler for the time being, getting lost in the music. It felt nice, dancing with someone random, having fun.

Unbeknownst to you, Tyler had been watching you dance with your new friend. He was pissed. He had been so generous. Bought you a very nice dress, rented a carriage for the night, slow danced with you at a fucking frat party, and this is how you were thanking him? He was glaring daggers at the blonde guy who you had been grinding on for the past minute. Tyler snapped when the guy turned you around, trying to pull you in for a kiss. 

“Oh fuck this.”

He hightailed it to where you were, wrapping his hands around your waist, pulling your back against his front. 

You were startled to say the least, ready to turn around and slap whoever just grabbed you but when you heard Tyler’s voice in your ear, your heart stopped. 

“The fuck do you think you’re doing Princess?” His lowered voice sent shivers down your spine. Tyler’s eyes locked on your dance partner who was standing in disbelief at the two of you. 

“Listen man, I didn’t know she-” Tyler interrupted him. 

“Get the hell out.” He didn’t wait for a reply, promptly turning the two of you around. His large hand grabbed yours, leading you up the stairs. 

“Tyler! Where are we going?” You tried to shake your arm from his grasp, but he just tightened his grip. He led you into what you figured was his room. “Tyler we were just dancing!” You jumped as he slammed the door. 

“Oh really?” His fingers grazed your arms, his hot breath on your neck. “You were just dancing with him?” You look up and realize that you are in front of a mirror. Tyler’s eyes are on yours. He still looks devilishly handsome, his crown sitting perfectly atop his head. 

You, however, look flushed, from the dancing, your cheeks reddened, your chest straining against the tightened fabric of the corset, the tiara on your head slightly off center. 

Tyler’s eyes scan down your body and you feel his hand travel to your lower back, right on the tie of your corset, playing with the strings. You can hear the music from the party downstairs but all you can concentrate on is Tyler. The heat radiating off of his body, the featherlight touch of his fingers on your waist, the way his eyes were locked on yours. 

“Were you avoiding me,” his voice lowered as he dipped his head further into your neck, “princess?” Suddenly, Tyler pulled you flush against his body, causing you to gasp. “Answer me.” You had to look away from him, far too embarrassed to hold his gaze.

“Yes.”

Tyler laughed. 

“I’m gonna ask you a few questions and I’d like you to answer honestly.” His hand slides up your waist, up the fancy pink fabric of your corset, skimming over the hot skin of your chest, and up to your chin. Tyler tilts your chin up with his fingers, bringing your gaze back to his before his hand settles gently on your throat. 

“Do I make you nervous?” His mouth was right by the shell of your ear, his voice sending shivers down your spine. All you could do was nod. “Use your words, princess.” Heat rose to your cheeks. 

“Yes.” Tyler grinned. 

“Now why is that, baby?” Your body subconsciously reacted to his words, rolling your hips back into his ever-so-slightly. He chuckles and his lips graze your neck.

“Be-because I…” His eyes lock on yours through the mirror again, a evil grin spread across his lips.

“Because you…?” His lips return to your neck, finding a spot to behind your ear, pulling it between his lips. You gasp, your hips rolling back into his again.

You remain silent, because you are embarrassed, you tell yourself. Not because you are too enthralled in Tyler’s movements. His hand on your throat tightens and your eyes meet his.

“Don’t make me ask again.”

Your arms erupt with goosebumps and you are certain Tyler can feel the heat radiating off of you.

Still, you don’t answer, hoping to remain neutral to his touches.

“Hmm.” You can see a wicked glint in his eyes. “Guess I’ll just have to fuck the answer out of you then.”

Your eyes widen at his vulgar words but you can’t help your body’s reaction. You can feel him, all of him, pressing into your back.

His mouth returns to your neck, his lips and teeth finding any available skin to mark.

You try to conceal the sounds that are coming from your mouth, to no avail. Tyler already knows the effect he has on you. The effect you have desperately trying to avoid the entire night.

“Tyler…” His lips leave your neck and you turn to look at him. You take him in, his beautiful eyes, his swollen lips, his permanent smirk, and the fucking crown that seems to be superglued onto his perfect hair.

His gaze locks onto your lips and your heart races.

Before you can finish your sentence, his mouth is on yours. Tyler’s kiss is hungry. You moan into his mouth and feel him smirk.

Not breaking the kiss, Tyler turns you to face him. You barely register the fact that he’s backed you up against his door. Your hands travel to his face, bringing him impossibly closer while his bring the fabric of your dress up. You break the kiss when you feel his touch on your bare thigh.

“Oh what’s wrong, Princess?” Your blush is permanent and you can’t meet his eyes, only watching where his hands have come to rest on your skin. “Afraid that I might find out how you really feel about me?”

Yes.

You want to say it.

You could feel your arousal. And soon, Tyler would too. And his suspicions would ring true.

“Just say it and it will be so much easier, princess…” One of his hands leaves your thigh to return to your neck, bringing you to meet his gaze again. “I’ll give you what you want either way.” Your thighs squeeze together, Tyler’s hand caught in between them, making him laugh. “Sweetie you’re only hurting yourself here. The quicker you say it, the quicker-“

“Tyler, please.” He stops at your words.

There is silence for a few seconds.

“I need more than that baby.” His hand slides up your thighs, making you gasp.

“Fuck.”

“Oh a pretty lady like you shouldn’t use words like that. Try again.”

You glare at him and suddenly his knuckle drags against your core. You spasm, struggling to keep the curse words from leaving your mouth.

You look at him again and the fucker is grinning.

“Tyler…” You pause to collect your thoughts, and whatever is left of your dignity before continuing. “I’m attracted to you. And I don’t want to be so I was- I was avoiding you.”

“So you like me?” The grin hasn’t left.

You don’t respond right away so Tyler brushes his knuckle against you once again.

“Yes.” You whisper.

“Would you like me to touch you now? I think you earned it, don’t you, princess?”

You can’t help but nod.

He’s gone from your vision in less than a second, on the ground between your legs.

You could take a picture, Tyler Galpin in between your awaiting thighs, a crown sitting atop his head while he looks ready to devour you whole.

His hands slide up your thighs to your underwear, which you had matched the best you could to the corset he’d provided. Tyler groans as the lacy pink fabric comes into his view.

You step out of your panties, wobbling a bit on your heels, but Tyler steadies you. He hooks one of your legs over his shoulders, taking you in. You flush at the fact that you can feel yourself practically dripping for him. You make eye contact with him once more before he dives in.

Tyler’s mouth latches onto your clit, sucking it like his life depends on it, making you let out a strangled moan. Your hands grab onto the back of his head, pushing him further into you. Tyler’s tongue licks up your cunt, dipping into you slightly before swirling around your clit. You gasp, unable to find words, and so he does it again. And again. You feel your release coming, tugging tighter on his hair and his mouth latches onto your clit again, sucking it through your high.

Your gaze travels to the mirror where you see yourself against his door, gasping for air, while Tyler is seeking purchase between your thighs. The sight pushes you over.

As your euphoria hits you, Tyler’s younger is there, making sure he gets every last drop that comes out of you. You struggle at the sensitivity but his grip on you tightens, forcing you to his mouth.

When he’s sure he has licked you clean, he stands, grinning again. He follows your gaze to the mirror.

“Oh… little princess likes to watch herself get fucked, now does she?” He doesn’t wait for an answer before pulling you closer to the mirror, placing your hands on it.

“Don’t move.”

He stands behind you again, gaze on yours while he pulls your skirt up. You hear him undo his belt and zipper. You close your eyes.

“Eyes on me, Y/N.” Your eyes open instantly, finding his in the reflection of the mirror.

And suddenly, you feel him. You have no idea what to expect, not being able to see him, but your body is ready, cunt dripping once more.

“Count of five?”

You nod.

“Five. Four. Three-“ Tyler thrusts into you, one hand gripping your waist, the other next to yours on the mirror.

“Asshole!” You struggle to adjust to his size, trying to calm your body down after he went two seconds too early.

“I’m full of surprises.” He slams into you again, eyes locking in on yours.

His hand once again finds your clit, rolling it between his thumb and pointer finger as his hips slam into yours.

You desperately try to contain the noises, but how can you when you are watching him fuck you like that? The sight of him alone could make you come. The two of you, a prince and a princess, the gold crowns sat atop your heads, a perfect match.

You moan his name as he pinches your clit, coming once again as he groans into your neck.

“God you’re so fucking pretty, baby.” He keeps drilling into you, fucking you through your high while chasing his. You watch him in the mirror, head hurried into your neck, his strained hand on the mirror, fingers barely touching yours, his other hand deep within the fabric of your dress.

Tyler spills into you, letting out a deep “Holy shit.”

His head leaves your your neck and he grins at the sight of the two of you, mostly you, too fucked out to care about what comes next. You whine as you feel him pull out of you, zipping his pants back up. His hands return to your waist, pulling you back into him.

“So girlfriend, why don’t we go rejoin the party?” He kisses your neck, leading you to the door.

“Tyler… give me my underwear.” He grins.

“You know what, princess? I think I’ll keep ‘em for now. That way if you talk to another guy, you’ll feel me dripping down those pretty thighs of yours.” He winks at you before leading you back down the stairs.

:) god I’m so goin’ to hell.

[whatshockey]

frats hockey players would be in if they didn’t make it into the nhl

*** this is a joke ***

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tk - sig chi (sigma chi)

he’s vp. the life of the party. the champion of shotgunning beers. doesn’t like hazing, and doesn’t believe in frat rivalry. looks forward to the toga themed party every year. according to him, everyone should always be holding a drink. loses his mind when mr brightside comes on. and has a girlfriend who is the chair of recruitment for her sorority, tri delt (delta delta delta). they definitely had a few pregnancy scares

patty - sig ep (sigma phi epsilon)

i’m separating him from tk but with good reason. don’t worry, they’re still the best of buds. is “talking” to one of the volleyball girls, but no one has ever actually seen him talk to a girl irl before. usually playing beer pong or smoking in the back with some of the guys. very picky on who he follows back on insta. big flannel guy.

boeser -  sig ep (sigma phi epsilon)

rush class above patty. good friends with his big, but the two of them don’t actually talk much. talks about the lake too much and takes his boys up there a lot. jersey over a hoodie boy. the best big you could get as a freshman. makes sure everyone gets water if they look like they’re about to pass out. most girls have a fat crush on him, but he’s committed to his hs sweetheart who goes to one of the big 10 schools a few hours away. she’s in alpha phi. 

barzy - delt (delta tau delta)

i almost did him dirty and placed him in fiji (phi gamma delta) based solely off of his looks, but this man is at service to his boys AND himself. childhood friends with boeser. smokes a lot of weed. also considered rushing sig ep instead of delt but saw that the linkedin network for delt was better. off-and-on relationship with a girl on the soccer team that’s a year below him. no joke, dad’s actually a lawyer.

auston - pike (pi kappa alpha)

i will not argue about this placement. big kanye fan. ran and won as the chair of finance, but totally bullied the boys into voting for him. thinks school is dumb, but brotherhood is forever. fifth year. talks about his hookups pretty openly, and only sleeps with dee gee (delta gamma) girls.

kappy - pike (pi kappa alpha)

same rush class as auston. decent guy and gets along with most people. not much to say about him except he takes a different girl to each mixer. definitely has a type and sticks to it. wears turtlenecks with chains under his suits. has “entrepreneur” in his instagram bio.

[houseof-harry]

im in a weird state of mind rn bc it’s 2016 clowns were trying to kill us, music was getting bad and kanye thought he was jesus but now he’s running for president and i’m really starting to think it’s the end of world. anyways here in canada i’m at a loss

I’m hoping that because he’s been so devisive that there will be no real traction but there’s the other part of me that knows all the sig chis will be voting for him and I’m not sure if I should give up on humanity at this point or what

[klug]

i dont mean to be rude but isnt ayasig inc*st? if so, isn't it kinda..... gross to ship them?

you aren’t being rude, it’s fine. i’ve gotten this question a lot on twitter and also on tumblr but i don’t remember the last time i answered it.

I’d like to preface this with the fact that i am strongly against the glorification of incest in fiction and i find glorifying it in any capacity to be morally reprehensible. however, you’re free to judge my response in whatever way you want.

Sig (or his soul) and Strange Klug are halves of a whole, the whole being the original demon that Strange Klug is one half of as documented in the Record of Sealing. Sig is the neutral part, or a descendant of the neutral part that was left behind… that part is unclear as most things are in Puyo lore. I go with “Sig is actually the neutral part OR contains the neutral part inside of him” there IS a translation of the record of sealing on tumblr, but i’m uncomfortable sharing it publicly due to my history with the translator. You’re free to DM me or send an ask off-anon for the translation, but you’ll probably be able to find it.

Anyway, given that, I don’t interpret one half of a soul being shipped with its other half as incest. Some people like to see them as family, and that’s fine, it’s not really the interpretation i like, though. Sources incoming for why I think a lot of things surrounding them are open to interpretation.

also I’m not really the authority on this but i don’t believe Strange Klug definitively says “descendant” in japanese, here’s her text for reference:あの身体は間違いなく我が血を受け継く者.  which was translated to “That body is undoubtedly that of my descendant!” (src: Puyo Puyo Fever 2 Sig’s HaraHara course)

The Japanese is, literally, a lot more like, “that body is surely that of one who has inherited my blood” which probably got translated into “one of my bloodline” and then “descendant” etc. which is how you arrive at the final translation. It’s really the only time she uses that phrasing (”one who inherited my blood” 血を受け継く者 chi o uketsu) to describe him, all the other instances are like, one who shares my body (体 karada), or “other half” or “soul”.

other instances where they’re referred to as halves:

    「聞こえる…この島にいる… 我が半身…」  "I can hear it… On this island…my other half…“ (src: Puyo Puyo Quest, Strange Klug 5*) What’s interesting to note is that "半身 (han shin)” is literally “half the body”, though the translator told me she used “other half” since “half the body” doesn’t sound very good in English.

…おまえ自分を半分どこかにおいてきたようだな？"As for me…It seems that you’ve abandoned half of you somewhere.“ - Satan (src: 15th anniversary fan translation, Satan’s route vs. Sig, i can also confirm that’s pretty much what it says)

Other things that are interesting is that while most Japanese fanwikis seem to cite that Sig is the descendant of the demon’s neutral/unsealed half, there are some that cite Sig as being the actual "body” of the original demon, translation by a friend of mine.

なお、封印された時に自身の魂の一部が封印され、本来の身体と残った魂を追っている。Furthermore, a part of their self was sealed at the time of the sealing, and they are chasing their original body as well the part of the soul that was left behind. src: https://dic.nicovideo.jp/a/%E3%81%82%E3%82%84%E3%81%97%E3%81%84%E3%82%AF%E3%83%AB%E3%83%BC%E3%82%AF

Here’s a site that talks about Sig being the neutral half’s descendant, my friend didn’t translate any of it though, she just told me that’s what it says:https://w.atwiki.jp/aniwotawiki/sp/pages/16431.html

I wouldn’t take these as word of god since they’re wikis that are open to the public to edit, but I do trust the judgment of Japanese fans that have more direct access to the source material than I do?

Sorry this got long, I’m pretty much done. I don’t really see this as a definitive answer though, even if I feel like there’s more evidence that suggests Sig BEING the neutral half directly and not Strange Klug being his actual ancestor but I am also…biased, and a LOT of people have asked me about this and are still confused about why I ship it despite my other Moral Positions or what have you.

I guess I’d just say to look at the evidence I’ve presented along with your perception and decide what you think.

[ofgeography]

homer drops his forehead against the table. he’s been awake for so long, a million years at least, and now that the alcohol isn’t blurring time in his brain every second ticks by like knuckles rapping against his skull. Ray Ban had brought him a glass of water, clearly sympathetic to the desperate way that homer wants to be really, genuinely, permanently dead.

“let this be a lesson to you in the dangers of alcohol consumption,” Donut Mouth tells him, sounding almost amused. homer thinks he’s coming around, though. he’s stopped trying to get homer to cut to the chase, and he’d even patted homer’s shoulder when he tried gulping the water down and had to spit it out when the cold of it hurt his teeth.

homer groans, long and low. “i’m dying, man. listen -- can i just -- a nap. a quick one. under the table. i’ll pick up again right after, i swear to god.”

“if you’re gonna be a man at night, you gotta be a man in the morning,” Ray Ban counsels, and homer lifts his head to scowl at him, or at least in the direction of him.

“don’t come for me with mine own words,” he grumbles. “jesus. okay. where was i?” he scrubs at his forehead, trying to massage the headache back and away, and takes another sip of water, slower this time. god, his whole mouth tastes like he’s been eating cigarettes, tangy and cottony and awful. he’s never drinking again. he’s gonna quit life. he’s gonna become a hermit. people will wonder if he was even ever really there, or just a mass hallucination.

Donut Mouth pats his arm with gentle condescension. “your ex-roommates had just moved in with the alpha sigs.”

“oh, right,” homer remembers. he holds the water glass against his temple and sighs into the sweetness of its cold. “okay. so that went wrong, like, almost immediately.”

--

it wasn’t quite accurate to say that the whole thing went wrong immediately; actually, bree moved in with AC and PK and, to the surprise of everybody, the arrangement worked brilliantly. bree had always liked PK, ever since they took a class together on art therapy. she was going into special education, and they’d done a joint project on using photography to help nonverbal kids with self-expression. he was also, she happened to know, a sweetly proficient guitar player, though the only songs he had memorized were “wonderwall” and the entirety of taylor swift’s “1989.”

“once you’ve mastered the greats, there’s really no reason to keep learning,” AC said supportively, when bree giggled about this fact. “also, i’m just gonna say it, she’s a bisexual icon.”

PK sighed, shaking his head. “taylor swift is straight, dude,” he said, in the voice of someone who has said it many, many times before.

“taylor swift is, or was, at the very least, in a romantic friendship with karlie klaus,” AC returned. “and you should honor the bisexual spirit that built this fuckin house.” AC puffed out his chest, and then relaxed. “not literally, because this house was built in like ... the middle ages, probably by some repressed pilgrim who believed sex was a kind of witchcraft, or whatever.”

bree nodded thoughtfully. “no, yeah, the house is a metaphor for your relationship, i got it,” she said.

two loud slams came from the wall behind bree’s head. “taylor swift and karlie klaus were in love,” chrys shouted through the wall. “this. is. undeniable.”

“man, these walls are thin,” bree said. “that’s got to be awkward, um ... intimately speaking.”

AC shrugged. “sock on the door means knock no more,” he recited, raising a finger.

“also, aggy spends a lot of nights at nessa’s,” PK added. “and geni is taking an astronomy class that keeps her out until like, three or four in the morning doing, idk, star bullshit. so.”

bree nodded. she folded her feet underneath her, sitting cross-legged and leaning back against the wall. they’d pushed the two beds together, using a large sheet and one blanket, and she could already see that separating the beds would be a nightmare for the rooms, like, vibe.

“hmm,” she mused, looking around. “well ... i mean, i could sleep on the floor.”

PK frowned at her. “absolutely the fuck not, babe,” he said. “we’ll split up the beds. it won’t be that hard.”

“oooooor,” AC wheedled, grinning.

PK shot him a glare. “don’t,” he warned, elbowing him sharply in the ribs.

“aw, c’mon.”

“you’re gonna make her uncomfortable.”

“no i’m not! she’s chill! bree, you’re chill, right?”

she blinked. “uh,” she said. “i guess?”

“he wants you to sleep with us,” PK cut in, before AC could say anything else. “he’s really attached to this fuckin bed frame.”

“i built it myself!” AC cried, preening. “i fuckin ... magic mike’d that shit.”

PK shared a glance with bree and gave his head a minute, but fond, shake. he reached out to tweak AC’s ear. “it’s a square, bud. anyone can assemble a square. it’s honestly not that different from buying it from IKEA.”

“fuck you! i’m a master carpenter!”

bree reached out and patted AC’s bicep. “it’s really nice,” she complimented, sincerely. bree believed in the power of positive reinforcement. “you did a really good job.”

AC beamed.

PK pinched the bridge of his nose, but when he met bree’s eyes, he was smiling. bree felt, suddenly, out of nowhere, a swell of affection for the both of them -- for the very stupid muscle tee AC was wearing, which said DON’T BRO ME IF YOU DON’T KNOW ME; for the high heels discarded in the corner, next to the acoustic guitar with an COEXIST sticker from 2005 on it; and especially for the way PK was looking at AC out of the corner of his eyes, warm and wrinkled.

“aw, you big dummies,” she said, without quite meaning to. she reached into her bag and pulled out her ream of star stickers, which she always carried with her, just in case. she stuck gold stars on both of their foreheads and said, “no sex stuff while i’m in bed with you, but yeah. i think we can probably make this work.” 

*

helen stood in the driveway with one hand on her hips and one hand shading her eyes, squinting up at the roof of the alpha delta chi house. dité was stretched out in her bikini on a plastic chaise. there was a winding wooden staircase leading from helen and dité’s shared window up to the roof. it had a railing.

“look what paris had built,” dité called down, without stirring or removing her sunglasses. “you ruining your life is the best thing that ever happened to me.”

helen sighed. she’d mentioned to paris yesterday that the roof was hard to get up to, but that it got the best sun. she’d said it in passing. it was just whining, she hadn’t expected him to like, do anything about it.

“i have to dump him,” she said, aloud but mostly to herself.

“uhhhh, j’excuse?” dité called down, sitting up. “the fuck you do, what are you smoking? this is the fucking best. he’s like a magic genie. i’ve been begging nas to build us a ramp for years, and all you gotta do is think about it and your boy comes through.”

sappho took a long, bubbly sip of her iced coffee. “maybe you’re a witch,” she mused. “maybe you’ve been influencing people with your magic powers all this time and didn’t even know it.”

“shut up, saph,” helen muttered. “nessa is going to kill me. she’s going to come home and see this extremely illegal addition to the house and she’s going to have me jumped.”

at that moment, athena’s head popped out of the window. “BITCHES, I MADE FROSÉ,” she announced, and began climbing the steps. she flexed her arms, a clear pitcher with pink slush in it in each hand. her baseball cap, backwards on her head, had the logo of the interim lacrosse team on it; helen knew because ares was on the team, too. athena was the only girl, though she fit right in with her knee-length board shorts and glaring white socks pulled halfway up her calves.

“how does she always look like she just walked off the set of bill and ted’s excellent adventure?” sappho marveled, delighted. “like, it’s still so hot out, what is even the point of tying a flannel around your waist?”

“the hashtag aesthetic, mama!” athena called down cheerfully. “are you assholes gonna stand down there marveling at the gunshow all afternoon or are you gonna come up to our cool new tanning bed and get blasted on frosé? it’s strong. i put a lot of booze in it.” she leaned over and sniffed one of the pitchers, winced, and withdrew. “like maybe ... too much booze in it.”

“no such thing, my beautiful christina-ricci-in-now-and-then daydream,” sappho assured her, kicking up the porch steps, ponytail swinging. helen hesitated just long enough for dité to notice, and by the time helen got up to the roof she had finally removing her sunglasses so she could glare down up at helen’s face.

“girl, what,” she asked, raising her eyebrows. “like, for real. we got a sweet new set of stairs. paris revs your engine, for god knows what reason. none of us have to pretend to be interested in how many reps manny can do at the gym. don’t look a gift apple in the stem, babe.”

manny had been leaving longer and progressively more depressing voicemails on her phone. helen honestly was starting to feel bad. like, manny had been her boyfriend for a long time. it felt kind of dumb that it would end this way.

on the other hand, he was really embarrassing, and he’d filled up priam’s car with popcorn for no goddamn reason, and she didn’t love that he was acting like if he just out-pranked the trojans, she’d come running back to him like some ... war prize, or whatever. helen was her own woman, okay. she has her own source of income, which she doesn’t even have to work that hard at because everyone loves buying weed from a hot girl, and she’s got like, literally hundreds of thousands of followers on social media. she’s verified on twitter. like, what, manny successfully filling some future hamptons-house-owning asshole’s car with popcorn is going to make her lose her mind?

come on.

anyway, this is how it’s been, lately; she feels bad and then gets annoyed and then bones paris and then feels bad again.

it’s exhausting. helen is not built for this kind of emotional complexity; she’s not sappho, for god’s sake.

“i can literally do like forty more reps than him,” athena said, drinking directly from the pitcher. sappho lifted her personalized plastic martini glass and cheersed athena with it. “i’m not even bragging, i’m just saying, like, i’ve been working out with jax and phoenix because we want to do american ninja warrior together, and jax said that manny hasn’t been to the gym literally since y’all broke up.”

sappho gasped, clutching her chest. “holy shit, i can’t believe you literally murdered manny’s whole personality, helen mellon,” she said. something twisted in helen’s stomach that she didn’t care for.

“shut up, saph,” she said again. “or i’ll take my branch out promise back.”

sappho gasped, scandalized, and athena let out a loud whoop before chugging the rest of the pitcher of frosé.

“chug, chug, chug,” sappho chanted.

dité reached out and patted helen’s arm. “just enjoy yourself, it’s all going to be fine,” she soothed. “and if it isn’t, who cares? we’re graduating. what, were you gonna marry manny atreus?”

“no,” helen said, making a face. “i mean. probably not.”

“so then chill,” dité advised. “have a little fun. it’s senior year, babe. if it’s not epic, what was the point?”

helen sighed. she reached out a hand and snapped her fingers until athena, laughing, put a red solo cup with frosé in it.

“bottoms up, bitches,” she said.

read book three

[synchronysymphony]

Whoops, I meant to send the trick or treat message to this blog, sorry!

Haha no worries!! I feel like my multiple blogs are confusing 😂 anyway, you get treat! Here’s part of the intro from yet another story that I’ll never publish!!—“So, how was your first day of college?” Combeferre comes over to the table, bearing two mugs full of hot coffee. “Tell me everything.”

Enjolras gratefully takes one of the mugs and drinks deeply before answering. Combeferre laughs.

“That bad, huh?”

“No, it was actually pretty good. I’m just tired. Somehow, getting up at 6:30 in high school was easier than getting up at 6:30 in college.”

“I did tell you not to take an 8am,” says Combeferre mildly. “What was it anyway, intro to cognitive psych?”

“Yeah. It’s my only major class this quarter, so I really want to do well, but I’m nervous. The professor seems really strict.”

“They all do, at first. Don’t worry, once you get to your upper division major classes, the professors will be inviting you over to dinner.”

Enjolras laughs, picturing grouchy, stolid Dr. Javert inviting the entire 120-person psych class to his house. It’s sort of an endearing picture. Combeferre, seeing that he’s imagining it, laughs, too.

“Just wait until you get to grad school. Now that I’m ABD, everyone treats me basically like a junior member of the faculty.”

“I can’t wait for that.”

“I know you can’t.”

“Oh yeah, something interesting happened,” Enjolras remembers. He grins at Combeferre. “Courfeyrac would be proud of me. I flirted with someone.”

“You flirted with someone?”

“Yeah! His name is Felix, and he’s… well, you know I don’t usually go off of looks alone, but he’s /really/ cute. I bumped into him by the physics building.”

“A physics major?”

“No, actually he’s a real adult. He’s self-employed! He just comes to campus to work because he says the WiFi is faster.”

Combeferre takes another sip of coffee, obviously trying to mask his glee. “So, tell me about him. What happened?”

“Well, so.” Enjolras smiles to himself, remembering. “It was like something out of a TV show. I was texting and walking, and so was he, and he bumped into me and knocked me over. And he picked me up, and I said—“ here, he stops to giggle, still proud of himself. “/Sorry, I don’t usually make a habit of falling for strangers/.”

Combeferre claps his hands, delighted. “You did not.”

“I did! And then he said, /well, I hope we won’t be strangers soon/, or something like that, and then we started talking, and I got his number. And he texted me already. See?” Enjolras holds up his phone, showing Combeferre the most recent message, just a cute little “hey” with an emoji, understated, but enough to show intent. “I haven’t replied yet, but I will soon. I wanted to get Courfeyrac’s opinion on it.”

“It doesn’t sound like you need it. You did pretty well on your own.”

“I did, right?” Enjolras turns off his phone, still grinning. “I feel like this is a portent for how good college will be.”

“You’re certainly in a good mood,” comes Courfeyrac’s voice. Enjolras turns around to see that he’s come in, and is taking his shoes off. He waves him over with the hand that’s not holding his cup of coffee.

“Hi, Coco!”

“Enjolras flirted with someone,” says Combeferre proudly. “Tell him, Enjo.”

Courfeyrac comes over to the table and sits down. He steals a sip of Enjolras’s coffee, laughing when Enjolras bats at him. “Yes, tell me. What happened?”

Enjolras tells him, and shows him his phone as proof. He’s still glowing. Yes, he knows he’s charming, and is capable of being successfully flirtatious, but it’s rare that he ever does. This was a bit out of character for him, so he’s preening.Courfeyrac certainly seems impressed. He yells happily and hugs Enjolras and kisses him on both cheeks, and declares that this year is off to an amazing start. 

“You’re going to do so well,” he says. “I can just see it— you’re going to be so popular!”

“I don’t know if I want to be popular,” says Enjolras, but Courfeyrac shushes him.

“None of that now. /Someone/ has to carry on my reputation from undergrad.”“I don’t think I can carry on your reputation.”

“Sure you can. Just join SAE or Sig Chi, and you’ll be golden.”

“I don’t want to join a frat, though. I feel like it’s not really /me/. Don’t worry, Cosette will carry on your reputation.”

“Ah, yes.” Courfeyrac thinks about it. “Yes, I think she’s more likely to do so. How was her first day, do you know?”

“I think it was good. She said she met some people, and her professors are nice. And apparently, she got a good-luck text from Eponine that included a heart emoji, so she was really excited about that.”

[luckyomikujis]

today was a superbly average day, but i felt rather productive and did in fact get a lot done! i have my first midterm tomorrow too and while i’m a little nervous, i’m ready!! i think 😅

11/13/2019 - Wednesday

woke up at 1am?? and then couldn’t really go back to sleep until 2am and then woke up around 6am

got up, ft’ed val for a lil bit, got ready for class, reviewed for my reading test

cleaned up my desk! was able to talk to moogs for a lil bit too, so that was nice to catch up!

went to comp. japanese class and it was kinda boring; didn’t do too much, but i learned a lot of new set phrases and idioms!

went to 7-11 before my dorm room to pick up tea and bread :)

had egg and toast for lunch! chilled back in dorm room and relaxed before japonism class did some goku note review and even set up a wire transfer between boa and yuucho here!

went to japonism class; kind of a review of everything and we also talked about next week’s midterm too, so i gotta start preparing for that too!

after class headed back to dorm and cleaned out my fridge. i need to get groceries tomorrow!

made dinner and then ate and ft’ed val! we talked about her day and she was working on her biggo’s paddle

continued to ft while i did hw and reviewed for my kanji midterm tomorrow; she watched a movie

just chilled and studied until i wad tired and then i got ready for bed

val had already schlumped and slowly after me too :)

it was nice to talk to moogan today! i miss my psis so much and it was nice to see how everyone was doing. she’s a lil stressed cause of pship, chi sigs ecab, and looking for a job, but everything else has been pretty good so far! i can’t wait to visit seattle in december!! i miss everyone so much and i just wanna be back already, but i first gotta finish all these midterms and presentations :(

today was a 3🍵/5🍵

[artemisfowlthemusical]

Artemis Fowl, The Musical: Who Is Artemis Fowl? (AKA Opening Scene)

Thanks to our friend Hannah here, we have an opening scene. Send in your reviews and comments on how to improve this!

*The stage is dark and the curtains are closed. We hear a timid but strong female voice over the speakers.*

Holly: Artemis Fowl? Well, I don’t know where to begin. It all really started in Ho Chi Minh City, in the summer. Sweltering by anyone’s standards.

*Then there’s like this eerie violin music undercut by drums. Which of course I can’t describe very well since I don’t read or write music unfortunately, I do tech theatre with lightning, sound design, sets, and props. All that good stuff.*

Argon: How does one describe Artemis Fowl? Various psychiatrists have tried and failed. The main problem is Artemis’s own intelligence. He bamboozles every test thrown at him. He has puzzled the greatest medical minds, and sent many of them gibbering to their own hospitals. There is no doubt that Artemis is a child prodigy. But why does someone of such brilliance dedicate himself to criminal activities? This is a question that can be answered by only one person. And he delights in not talking. Perhaps the best way to create an accurate picture of Artemis is to tell the by now famous account of his first villainous venture.

                                                (Rest under the cut)

*The lights come up on stage, there is a gold-colored color gel in the floodlights which sets the tone and gives the stage a surreal effect, maybe even a few smaller, reflective lights in the body of the floodlights’ glow to add to the “magical” feel. The music gets louder when the lights go up. We hear voices of the entire chorus (which is really only three people) whispering “Artemis Fowl.” The curtains sweep back and we see Artemis and Butler walking from center right towards center center. The set is the alleyway and cafe from book one chapter one.*

Artemis: I hope this isn’t another wild-goose chase, Butler. Especially after Cairo.

Butler: No, sir. I’m certain this time. Nguyen is a good man.

Artemis: Hmm.

*The two men take a seat at a cafe table and pantomime conversation. The lights go down slightly.*

Argon (Louder and faster this time. Almost a rap, but not quite):  I have put together this report from firsthand interviews with the victims, and as you will see, this was not easy. The story began several years ago, at the dawn of the twenty-first century. Artemis Fowl had devised a plan that could topple civilizations and plunge the planet into a cross-species war.

*Drums get louder and drown out the violins and the lights brighten again. Another man enters from the cafe doors upstage center, Nguyen Xuan. Once he enters, the music goes back to normal.*

Artemis: Well speak of the devil.

Nguyen: (Now directly across from Artemis’s table.) More tea, sirs?

Artemis: Spare me the theatrics, and sit down.

Nguyen: (Turning to Butler.) But, sir, I am the waiter.

Artemis (Tapping the table for attention): You are wearing handmade loafers, a silk shirt, and three gold signet rings. Your English has a tinge of Oxford about it, and your nails have the soft sheen of the recently manicured. You are not a waiter. You are our contact Nguyen Xuan, and you have adopted this pathetic disguise to discreetly check for weaponry.

Nguyen: It is true. Amazing.

Argon: He was twelve years old at the time.

Artemis: Hardly. A ragged apron does not a waiter make.

(Nguyen sits.)

Artemis: Let me fill you in on the weapons status. I am unarmed. But Butler here, my … ah … butler, has a Sig Sauer in his shoulder holster, two shrike-throwing knives in his boots, a derringer two-shot up his sleeve, garrotte wire in his watch, and three stun grenades concealed in various pockets. Anything else, Butler?

Butler: The cosh, sir.

Artemis: Oh, yes. A good old ball-bearing cosh stuffed down his shirt.

(Nguyen sips his tea with shaking hands.)

Artemis: Don’t be alarmed, Mister Xuan. The weapons will not be used on you. No, Butler could kill you in a hundred different ways without the use of weapons. Though I’m sure one would be quite sufficient.

Root (A full on rap now. I apologize): Guess it’s true we didn't  know what we were dealing with He’s just a boy He couldn’t possibly do what he says he can We knew for sure that there was no threat, we had peace of mind But everyone needs to have a chance to be wrong once or twice It’s only nice when things don’t come crumbling down Stand back

Chorus: Stay back you don’t know what you’re dealing with!

Holly: All’s well that ends well if it really ends. But it isn’t fair to pretend that you don’t make an impact, on a boy lost and floating through this world. Alone and afraid and ruthless and cruel.

Artemis: And now to business. You answered our web advertisement.

Nguyen: Yes, Mister … Master Fowl. What you’re looking for … I know where it is.

Artemis: Really? And am I supposed to take your word for this? You could be walking me straight into an ambush. My family is not without enemies.

Nguyen: No, no. (Pulls out photograph.) Here, look.

Holly: How could the boy who never learned to trust anyone become the only one who his parents could trust? To save them from everything that had happened, to make the world right or turn the world on its head. Well I suppose it’s easy if you do it right. But it’s a hell of a ride and you’ll never get out ahead.

Artemis: Hmm, explain.

Nguyen: This woman. She is a healer, near Tu Do Street. She works in exchange for rice wine. All the time, drunk.

Artemis: Very well. Lead on, Mister Xuan.

Nguyen: Information only. That was the agreement. I don’t want any curses on my head.

(Butler grips Nguyen around the back of the neck and all three men stand)

Artemis: I’m sorry, Mister Xuan, but the time when you had a choice in matters is long since past.

*The men freeze completely this time and the gold lights shut off to be replaced by three spotlights. One is center right on Holly, and two are center left on Root and Argon. The other actors do not react to the fairies’ presence.*

Chorus: There’s something brewing up and I’m losing my mind There’s a plan on the way and we’re running out of time The child who’s ready to take over the world He’s going to fight and take us all for a whirl No one knows just what he thinks but pray you never get a glance If you know what I mean A disaster and a savior, both at the same time And we know that you’re dying to find What’s his name? Who’s the man, that will make our world explode? Who’s ready to fight and who’s going to fly? Who is Artemis Fowl?!

*The spotlights shut off and the fairies exit. The lights come back up as ordinary stage lighting and we hear city sounds instead of music in the background. The rest of the scene plays out the way it’s written in the book.*

Mod’s Note - I would like to thank Hannah again for this wondeful work - thanks for giving us an opening scene!  P.S. I really wanted to use this in the opening scene or somewhere else in the play - can anyone tell me if the track is compatible?

[sarahsrp]

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Mateo/Mitchell

who’s older?: I’m not sure. But I do know they’re both seniors so…

who’s more protective?: Oh, that’s hard to say. I’d say Mateo, maybe. And really only because he’s super protective of all his KT brothers since he’s the president. 

what’s their origin?: Karmic synergy (ding)

what are four words to describe their relationship?: Awesome, boozy, fun, silly 

how does each one feel when the other gets into a romantic relationship?: do they get jealous? are they super protective? proud of their friend getting out there?? They’d totally be stoked and happy that their friend is happy. There are probably a lot of dirty questions about sex thrown into the conversation when it’s first brought up but all in all they’d be happy. 

list three problems that they’ve encountered in their time together: Thinking of pranks to play on Omega Chi, figuring out how to sneak into Omega Chi to play pranks, figuring out how to defend their run down castle from Omega Chi once they realize KT pranked them 

how often do they fight?: They probably fight a lot. And by fight I mean typical KT wrestling match or something like that. Actually fighting? They’ve probably never been in an actual fight with each other. 

what would their biggest fight be about?: Probably something like “WHY WOULD YOU EAT MY LEFTOVERS?! MY NAME WAS CLEARLY ON THE TAKE OUT CONTAINER!” 

nicknames/terms of endearment?: they are super frat boys so its “dude” “bro” “man” and extra special “mexibro” 

how long will they last?: do they fall out a few months after friendship blooms? do they laugh at their respective grandchildren together while looking over photos from decades ago? Decades, man. They definitely don’t stay super close since they’d be living in different places after college but they’ll still be friends, go to KT reunions and visit each other. 

how well do they know each other?: I’d say pretty well. They don’t know every detail of their lives but they lived with one another for years now and are very close. 

which of the two is more: violent, expressive, affectionate, irritable, intelligent, attractive, kind: Neither are really violent but maybe Mitchell? And they both suck at being expressive and openly affectionate lol. Um, Mateo might be a little better with being affectionate and that’s only because he actually kind of has a girlfriend. Irritable? Uh, Mitchell. Mateo is almost always in a good mood. Intelligent, again…not sure. Neither of them are really dumb but they ain’t geniuses. They’re both hella attractive but Mateo votes he wins this one. And I’d say they are both pretty kind people. 

are there any chances of them n o t staying platonic?: Nope. They will always be just platonic. 

how would they react if the other were to die?: Be super sad. Omg. Definitely cry a lot. 

what extent would one half of the brotp go for the other?: Kappa Tau love runs deep so they’d go pretty damn far. 

list headcanons for them based around: a slide, a laptop, winter, coca-cola, braiding hair, shoes, two of your choice: Ok, so I think I make a headcanon out of 2 of the options, right? Ok, first would be the slide. I imagine they thought it would be an amazing idea to build a slide that went from the roof of KT to the back yard for parties. They probably drunkenly drew up plans for it but never followed through. The second would be shoes. I can see them, as a prank on Omega Chi, taking all of the shoes and stringing every single pair of shoes in the rival frat house up in trees. They’d think they were so funny too as they’re doing it. 

Neri/Deanna

who’s older?: Deanna is older than Neri but only by a few months. 

who’s more protective?: I’m going to give this one to Deanna. Neri is pretty protective and will glare at anyone who talks badly or does anything to her friend but Deanna would probably throw a punch of two. 

what’s their origin?: I imagine they met through Willa, actually. Willa and Deanna were old friends but Deanna is Gamma and Willa is Zeta with Neri. Neri probably met Deanna at a party when she came up to chit chat with Willa and they hit it off and have been friends ever since. 

what are four words to describe their relationship?: Sweet, bubbly, laid back, encouraging 

how does each one feel when the other gets into a romantic relationship?: do they get jealous? are they super protective? proud of their friend getting out there?? They are so excited for each other. Like I said in the previous answer, they are encouraging of one another especially when it comes to love and relationships. 

list three problems that they’ve encountered in their time together: They’ve never really had a problem. Their friendship is pretty easy breezy. Their biggest and only problem is probably somewhere along the lines of one of them having trouble opening up. Whether it’s Deanna on her feelings and relationship worries or Neri admitting she likes someone and talks about anything sexual. 

how often do they fight?: Never. Have they ever fought? I don’t think so. 

what would their biggest fight be about?: I don’t even know since they don’t fight. The most likely thing would be going behind the other’s back and doing something that they think is helping the other but really just makes them mad? I don’t know. 

nicknames/terms of endearment?: Probably just hon or sweetie. Neri says Dee here and there but not too often. 

how long will they last?: do they fall out a few months after friendship blooms? do they laugh at their respective grandchildren together while looking over photos from decades ago? They’d last up until Deanna starts lashing out as a result of her martial problems. Neri would totally try to keep the friendship strong but there’s only so much someone can do for someone who is pushing everyone away. Though I do imagine they’d eventually get back in touch with one another and be like long distance friends. 

how well do they know each other?: I’d say pretty well. I doubt Deanna holds back much information from Neri. Neri is a bit guarded but she’d tell Deanna about pretty much everything. She likes Deanna and trusts her enough so she doesn’t really keep secrets from her all too often. 

which of the two is more: violent, expressive, affectionate, irritable, intelligent, attractive, kind: Deanna - violent, affectionate, irritable, attractive. Neri - expressive, intelligent, kind. 

are there any chances of them n o t staying platonic?: As epic as Neri and Deanna would probably be, no. Deanna is way too into her husband and Neri likes a KT. 

how would they react if the other were to die?: Crushed. I really hate this question. Like, so sad. That’s the obvious answer for anyone. Neri would probably always be really sad about her friend passing and I’m sure Deanna would too. 

what extent would one half of the brotp go for the other?: Neri likes to play by the rules so as far as those go. Maybe even further by breaking one or two small rules. Deanna though, she’d probably break all the rules but that’s because she’s a rule breaker. 

list headcanons for them based around: a slide, a laptop, winter, coca-cola, braiding hair, shoes, two of your choice: So, Neri is obsessed with decorating stuff like crazy. She probably got that pretty washi tape and decorated her laptop and then Deanna’s laptop without really asking if it was ok. She probably was about to go for the keyboard before Deanna stopped her. Again, I’m choosing shoes because Neri dresses very cutely all the time. She doesn’t have anything considered sexy. And Deanna likes to dress her up and probably lends her high heels all the time to wear. Neri never wore shoes that had a heel higher than an inch until she met Deanna. 

Joshua/Ian 

who’s older?: Josh is older by like 4 months. That’s why he’s the grandpa in the relationship. 

who’s more protective?: They’re both protective. I am going with Ian though since he takes the whole bro-pproval of dating thing more seriously 

what’s their origin?: Two rednecks in Ohio for school happen to be at the Lambda Sig house on rush night. They look across the room and lock eyes with one another. Everything stops, the people around them fade away, Lynyrd Skynyrd’s Free Bird plays in the background and they know. They know they’ve found their true brove. 

what are four words to describe their relationship?: Loving, kind, uplifting, everlasting 

how does each one feel when the other gets into a romantic relationship?: do they get jealous? are they super protective? proud of their friend getting out there?? So happy. Josh wants nothing more than his best friend in the entire world to meet a girl and fall madly in love. He is protective though and feels the need to get to know said girl and determine that she’s right for Ian. And Ian is the same way but like, extra because he takes the test super seriously. And they never get jealous because no girl is gonna keep them from spending bro time together. 

list three problems that they’ve encountered in their time together: Fighting over who gets their dorm room for the night, Arguing over sport teams (like baseball, football, college football and nascar), that time Josh lied to Ian because he didn’t want to tell him something and Ian wouldn’t lay off until Josh told him something so Josh lied…

how often do they fight?: Rarely. And their fights generally aren’t that serious and they get over it before the conversation is even finished. 

what would their biggest fight be about?: Their biggest fight, which wasn’t even a fight as probably that thing I mentioned about Josh lying. Ian was upset about it and Josh apologized and that was pretty much the end of it. They don’t really fight because they know it’s important to talk about their feelings and they do so before bed like every night. 

nicknames/terms of endearment?: Babe, hon, boo, husband, bro, my man…am I forgetting anything? 

how long will they last?: do they fall out a few months after friendship blooms? do they laugh at their respective grandchildren together while looking over photos from decades ago? Forever. Literally. They’ve already discussed that once they die, the dead one will wait for the living one on the other side. And once the living one dies, they’d be reunited and bros in the afterlife. Honestly, wouldn’t be surprised if they insist on being buried next to each other. 

how well do they know each other?: They know everything about each other. Everything. Again, they have nightly conversations about how their day went, how they’re feeling, if and what’s upsetting them or making them happy. They don’t keep secrets. 

which of the two is more: violent, expressive, affectionate, irritable, intelligent, attractive, kind: Violent - Ian. Josh isn’t really violent at all. Expressive - Josh in public. Ian hates a little more encouragement. Affectionate - Josh, Irritable - JOSH!! Especially when he doesn’t get his sleep. Intelligent - lol, I guess Josh? But they’re both kind of dumb at times. Attractive - They’re both hella fine but Josh votes Ian. Kind - They’re both really kind people so I say it’s a tie. 

are there any chances of them n o t staying platonic?: Despite the fact that they love each other and have matching friendship rings, they will always be platonic. 

how would they react if the other were to die?: They’d be dead inside. That’s like their other half. They’d always be depressed over it. But know that they promised to be reunited in the afterlife and continue being bros. So maybe also a little hopeful? 

what extent would one half of the brotp go for the other?: To the end of the world. There is pretty much nothing they wouldn’t do for each other. 

list headcanons for them based around: a slide, a laptop, winter, coca-cola, braiding hair, shoes, two of your choice: 1. During Josh’s first winter in a state that actually had snow, Ian helped him a lot. He took him to a store where he could get a good but not too costly winter coat since Josh didn’t have a lot of money. He also helped him with getting chains on his truck’s tires and helped him pretty much learn how to drive in those snowy/icy conditions. 2. Let’s be real: Josh cannot do hair to save his life. But his daughter loves having cute braids and ponytails. So, anytime Ian is around, he attempts to teach Josh what he knows about braiding hair. It doesn’t exactly stick but he still tries. 

[2cool4heartbreak]

- thursday november 16, 2017 -

so last time i checked in gaelen and ellen were on their way to cuse. heres a lil recap:

friday nov 10th:

they arrived kinda late around 5 or 6 pm. We hung around for a little, chatting and stuff and decided it was a good idea to go to the liquor store. ellen drove us to the liquor store and we entered the store and were offered a free shot of tequila. We bought that tequila they gave us a shot of even though it was ASS and headed back towards my dorm room. we out music on a began getting for the night. the plan was bar, then afters at some frat party. We realized gaelen didn't have a second form of ID to get into the bar we thought the best thing to forge would be a social security card, lol. spent sometime photoshopping that and then headed to sami’s to pre game. while at sami’s max snapchatted me, saying his frat was open and lit. we decided to head there ASAP and would not need the ID’s or the social security card lol. headed to the party and danced for about 40 minutes until they shut it down. claimed they had been partying for like 5 hours... sad i didn't get the invite earlier lol. so we headed to where Mia and Violet were. when we got there i slipped on black ice but got right back up and paid five dollars to get into this average ass party. while in there we found violet and mia we all danced and were hunted by boys. sami ellen and i gave this guy these huge ass hickies on his neck, and i peed in the attic twice. i found ellen and sami outside and they were giggling life away and it was v cute. we decided to peace and head to my dorm. we all got into our PJ’s. Ellen had weed so she suggested we smoke. we didn't have anything but a one hitter to some but somehow in under a minute ellen found a toilet paper holder to smoke out of.. lol typical. So were smoking and stuff and we get a knock on the door. its DPS and my RA. in the 30 seconds it took me to open the door the girls had all scattered all to different beds. Josh said he smelled marijuana coming from this room. i said it wasn't us and he asked why the window was open. i said it was because of all the girls in there it got hot. he said he was sorry to bother and left. we all sat there shocked we just got away with that. 

sat nov 11th:

this was a day FULL of shit shows. lynzzee came in in the morning and saw gaelen using her blanket and also smelled the room. we all pretended to be asleep. we got ready for tailgate and hit up the liquor store. then went and had breakfast up on the mount and headed to semi’s to start pregaming for game day. we pre-gammed a long long time and headed to ZBT when we got there it didn't last longer than 30 minutes and we go kicked out bc it was over. so we headed to sig chi. heart eyes. it was my first time there but it was worth the wait. the guys are sexy and the layout of the house is wonderful. feels very movie like. nick o’conner and i ran into one another and talked it up for such a long time. party began to whine down and sami and ellen had found boys. so gaelen convinced me to leave with her and marty’s friends... lame idea they weren't fun. one girl talked about wanting to get her nose pierced the whole time and didn't end up doing it bc she lame af. so finally my drunk jealous self met up with sami and ellen and their boys.. i was all pissy bc they had boys and i had to hang out with marty and gaelen and no boy. so when we met up at ernie davis i rannn in. sami have to guest swipe me in. ellen walked in and we got in a 3 second fight and got over it. it probably helped that i ate tbh. so we took an uber with these boys to their hotel room. when we got there all was fun and games until gaelen started hooking up with ellens boy in front of all of us. this kid had acid so they cut us up small little pieces and we all took it. besides gaelen and the boy she was with. who btw had an eyebrow piercing. we took the acid chilled outside for awhile and decided we need weed. so we all get in this taxi headed to another hotel and gaelen and eyebrow guy join us and ellen starts running away and making this big ass deal. we finally all got into the car and galen was so drunk and had 0 common sense and ellen kept chirping. we finally got to the hotel and shit started to go down. when the guy ellen was suppose to be with asked for his jacket back she threw it on the floor in the opposite way he was standing and stormed off. ellen and talent started fighting and gaelen is bawlin gg her eyes out telling ellen she had no idea and that she doesnt know what she did wrong. we get our attention called by the hotel staff to keep it down and i decide we need to leave. bc we had been in that hotel for about an hour and no way those guys were still looking for weed they high key ditched us. we get to the mount and my acid starts to kick in. it makes me get hella laughing gas, and gaelen won't stop crying. we get up to sami’s room and the shit won't stop. ellen is being insane and won't just swollow her pride and gaelen  wont stop crying and calling people to tell them.this goes on for 3 hours i finally tell ellen she's acting like carly and it triggers her. she runs away and goes missing for ten minutes finally and calls me bawling. when i meet her outside she gets very dark. says she really thinks carly fucked her up, says she never wants to talk about parental issue, how shes scared for me bc of carly, how she read a journal entry about how carly is in love with christian. poor sami was in the car with drunk ass gaelen who kept calling her ellen. so i had to end ellens episode and go to the car. so i drove us back to my dorm after a good 4 hours of fighting. we got into my room and ellen and gaelen kept fighting and nikki came in and asked us to please keep it down. so i told ellen we were going into the car to smoke and gaelen would end up falling asleep. smoked in ellens car and got deep again. i apologized to even about interupting and she told me i didnt need to apologize for doing that bc thats something carly gets mad at it made me cry. because she's so right. the only reason i ever interupt is because i am so engaged in convo i get excited and think of something i need to tell also. we went to bed and that was the end of that insane day. 

sunday nov 12th:

so ellen and gaelen left and i went back to my room, cleaned the monstrosity up and laid down to take a nap. i was woken up by lynzzee coming into the room and slamming things open and close and organizing things. after about 20 minutes she had not closed the door so i asked her if she could close the door. she proceeded to say, “no. i need to air out the disgusting smell you left in here” in the bitchest tone ever. so i just turned around. another 20 minutes go by and she starts playing her tv show out loud. which she stated was against the rules. so i stood up and decided i would make peace. so i took 1.50 in quarters and handed it to her and apologized for dumbass problematic gaelen using her blanket. she gave me the quarters back and told me to keep them because i was moving out anyways. so i told her she needed to put headphones in because that was one of the “rules” she implemented. she told me she wouldn't and that i needed to shower. she started to get SO hostile and i told her i was closing the door. and she kept opening it. she began calling me a slut and trans and told me i needed to shower and that the room smelt disgusting and that smell and that i am insane. she just kept repeating this. so i told her i was gonna go get our RA. i knocked on his door but he wasn't there. so i came back in and told her when he returned he would quickly come into her. she goes yeah let him come in here and small the marijuana cocian room of a mess you left. i just laughed at her. so i wanted to get under her skin and break one of the rules too. so i started face timing ellen. and i turned the camera to face her and told ellen to listen to how crazy she is. she proceeded to call me a slut and trashy bitch before leaving the room and not to return for 5 nights. she emailed our RA saying i was sarcastically talking about her over ft which is not true. i was just saying exactly what she had done and i was laughing about it because she is crazy lol. it was all hysterical i did not break once. she told me i was moving out and i was like, you can't kick me out. this is my room also if you don't want me in here you'll have to leave because i am staying. and she did :P haven't seen her in 5 days and now I'm on the way HOME!!!!!! 10 days home <3 and I'm sure some shits gonna go down so ill be back here to chat. 

[maadpretty-blog]

Chapter 2: Finding Love At A Frat House: Too Good To Be True?

I’m not sure I’ve ever met anyone who is in a successful, healthy relationship who has met their significant other at a frat party. It just doesn’t happen.

Let’s roll back to the Thursday before Labor Day, 2016. I was in the basement of SAE, and somehow my gal friend had become pals with a few of them. All of the sudden, as we were talking to the ones she knew, an extremely hot blonde boy wearing a Neymar soccer jersey walked up to us. I looked at him and said, “Do you play soccer?” He proceeded to look at me like I was crazy. “No, why do you ask?” he questioned.

“Well, you’re wearing a Neymar jersey.” I explained. The conversation took off from there. I talked to this boy, Danny, for the whole entire time I was at SAE. I thought he was the greatest, cutest thing ever. He got my snapchat and I was elated. I was even more elated when he kissed me goodbye as my friends dragged my ass to Beta. I should’ve known it was too good to be true.

We snapped a lot. A few weeks later, I gave him my number at a different SAE party, but he pulled something weird. He said, “If I walk away right now, I bet a ton of guys would walk up and try to talk to you.” I tried to protest as he did indeed walk away, and a begrudgingly talked to his brothers while watched from a distance.

I finally made my way back to him, but things just got weirder over the period of time we were “talking.” Shit hit the fan on Homecoming weekend, and if “Danny” ever reads this, I’m sorry for hooking up with your pledge brother. I was blacked and I honestly thought he was gonna take a nap and leave. I made him get out of my room and he ate all my granola bars and left if that makes you feel better, plus we only made out. Anyways, I really liked Danny a whole lot better. So much that I still regret this dumb drunken decision.

At their Halloween party, I confronted him about being flaky every time we tried to hang out. I brought up him possibly being a “fuckboy”, and he said, and I quote “I wouldn’t consider myself a fuckboy...I think I’m more of a manwhore. If someone tries to hook up with me, I’m not gonna say no.” I walked away for good after that.

The moral of the story is is that Danny was promising. He was so smart, funny, dedicated to his fraternity, and nice. Even though he had all of these great qualities, he still had the fatal flaws of being flaky, talking to other girls, and just being sketchy in general. He never followed through on his word, and I’m not sure why to this day. The odds that you meet a guy at a frat who is great and also willing to not fuck you over in the end are so incredibly low.

So, because of my experiences, I would say your chances of finding love in a frat are slim to none. If anyone has successfully done this, please let me know.

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Of all the places you could find love in this world, I should’ve known I wouldn’t find it on the Sig Chi balcony. But it was first semester, I was still somewhat starry eyed and naive, and I had one boy on my mind. Sammy Blake. Throughout middle school I had crushed on this boy from afar and after learning he had gone to my college I just knew I had to see him at least once. I was no longer an awkward braces-clad seventh grader and believed the time had come for me to shoot my shot. So, when I discovered his fraternity was having a spontaneous wine Wednesday party I jumped at the chance to go. I traded in my bio notes for my favorite crop top and headed down to Greektown where I walked into the Sig Chi house with my heart set on finding this boy. Oddly enough, I ended up running into a boy while scanning the upstairs balcony for Sammy. Very literally, I ran into him. He messed up my hair and drunk me was not having it. I remember turning to him and calling him out for messing up my meticulously crafted party pony. He apologized and offered to fix it for me. So there I stood, letting a random Sig Chi pull my hair up into a surprisingly not terrible ponytail in the middle of a party, slowly starting to forget about Sammy. The boy introduced himself as Derek and I instantly found myself interested. Not long after that we started dancing together, talking, flirting, just the typical drunk party socializing. He was cute and a good kisser and looking into his blue eyes gave me grade-school level butterflies. Later that night we ended up borrowing Sammy’s room for a quick hookup and he walked me home for round two in my dorm shower (nasty I know sorry).

This boy was smooth, fun to talk to, flirty as fuck and just overall a cool guy. I found myself crushing big time. As it turns out, one of my best friends happened to know him from high school. Her jaw dropped when I told her about my night with Derek. She told me about how he was basically “the man” in high school. He was popular and played on the football team and basically was the type of guy that wouldn’t have given me a second glance if we had gone to highschool together. But I had gotten him, and that inflated my ego like no other. And the best part of it all, was that we were still talking. We snapchatted every day, forming a streak, and I would shamelessly flirt in hopes to see him again. Turns out, I didn’t have to wait until the next Sig Chi party. I discovered he was in my econ class and for the rest of the semester I admit I spent most of those classes glancing in his direction.

I did end up seeing him a few more times, each encounter better than the last. A part of me knew it wouldn’t quite go anywhere, it was never meant to be more than just a “thing” (if that). But wow a part of me sure hoped it would beat the odds and somehow turn into something more.

However, real love rarely starts in Sig Chi, or any frat house for that matter. Eventually, we fizzled by the time winter break rolled around and it was for the better. Although...he still says “hey” to me when I see him at Wheeler’s so maybe hope is still out there? But probably not.