#and my friend was like Yeah that sounds pretty complicated huh

[violexides]

explaining the relationship i have with my father is so complicated and i keep finding myself facing that question when i'm in college bc like. a professor of mine in office hours literally asked me abt my family and i was like. well i can explain. Parts Of This. but it's mega fucking complicated

[haechoxo]

[7:07 pm]

cw; suggestive lol,,

“it wasn’t supposed to be complicated,” you admit, your voice softening. “we were both stressed with school and work, and it just… happened. i thought maybe, eventually, he’d see me as more than just a friend. but now… i don’t know what to think.” you feel a lump forming in your throat, the weight of unspoken feelings pressing down on you as you recall the day your arrangement with haechan started.

your tiny apartment was filled with the scent of coffee and the sound of pages turning. you and haechan were huddled at the coffee table, textbooks, notes, and highlighters spread out before you. finals week was taking its toll, and the exhaustion was evident in both your expressions.

haechan stretched, letting out an exaggerated yawn. “ugh, i can’t take it anymore. my brain feels like mush!”

not glancing up from your notes, stifling a yawn of your own. “just a few more days, and we can sleep for a week.”

he smirked, leaning back on his arms where he sat on the dingy rug. “or, you know, we could find a more fun way to relieve some stress.”

you raised an eyebrow, too tired to fully engage with his antics. “like what? please don’t say more coffee, because i’m pretty sure it’s running through our veins at this point.”

he leaned forward, a mischievous glint in his eyes. “nah, i was thinking something a bit more… intimate.”

your pen paused mid-sentence, finally looking at him, trying to gauge if he was serious. “intimate, huh? like what, a hug?”

he chuckled, shaking his head. “we could fuck.”

you stared at him, dumbfounded, your fatigue momentarily forgotten as your mouth felt incredibly dry, “a-are you serious?”

“dead serious,” he replied, his tone playful as he shrugs, “we’re both stressed, and we’re best friends, what better way to work it out?”

you blinked, trying to process his suggestion, not that the offer wasn’t tempting, the amount of times you pictured kissing his perfect pouty lips, but still! “donghyuck, i don’t… what if it makes things weird?”

he reached across the table, taking your hand in his. “it won’t, i promise. we’re adults, we can handle this. besides, if we can’t help each other out, who can we rely on?”

you chewed on your lower lip, his words doing little to ease the anxiety bubbling up inside you. “i don’t know, hyuck….” all you can think about is your feelings bubbling over, and he finds out in the worst way possible.

“come on, y/n,” he coaxed, his thumb rubbing soothing circles on your hand. “trust me, it’s fine, it’ll be fun!”

you sighed, feeling a mix of nervousness and curiosity. “okay, but if this goes badly, i’m blaming you entirely.”

he grinned, joining you on the couch, “deal. now, let’s get out of study mode for a bit. my brain needs a break from all this academic torture.”

the air between you charged with anticipation as he sat down beside you, feeling a mix of nerves and excitement. you hesitated for a moment, your mind racing with what-ifs, but haechan’s gentle touch and soft smile as he leaned closer gave you the reassurance you needed.

“still okay?” he murmured, his breath warm on your skin.

“yeah,” you replied, your voice barely more than a whisper. “just... nervous.”

“don’t be shy,” he said softly, his fingers brushing a stray hair from your face. “it’s just me, remember?”

you nodded, his lips brushing yours softly at first, testing the waters. your heart raced as you kissed him back, the familiarity of his presence merging with the freshness of the situation, it almost felt natural. he deepened the kiss, one hand finding it’s way to your waist, pulling you closer, while his other held your face, thumb caressing your cheek.

kissing him was everything you imagined it would be—gentle, yet intense, filled with unspoken emotions and years of hidden feelings. as his lips moved against yours, you felt a mixture of relief and uncertainty, the weight of your decision pressing down on you.

just as the kiss began to deepen further, you pulled back slightly, your forehead resting against his, breathing heavily as he continued, kissing down your neck.

as if he’s done it a million times before.

“can i keep going?” he whispered against the column of your neck, his voice low.

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a/n ; erm… can u tell it was my first time writing a kiss scene🤓 im actually sooo grossed out this was an experience i never thought id breach the topic of… anyway! hope u enjoy!! advice n ur thoughts are appreciated! xoxo jelly

[stevieschrodinger]

Part One Two Three Four

Okay, nobody does this because they want to be friends.

It smells like new carpet in here. Eddie looks around his new bedroom, all his stuff is there. It’s all neat, orderly. There are curtains hung, the bed is made with new sheets, his books are on the shelf and salvaged records all neat. Even his sweetheart is hung on a shiny new mount on the wall.

“Steve would, he’s a really good guy.”

Billy doesn’t answer, but Eddie can feel the look he has on his face. Well. If Billy had a face at the moment – well. It’s kind of complicated.

Eddie sets out his meds in a neat line on the dresser – only a few more days to go and he’ll be free of those too. He can hear Steve rattling around in the kitchen and heads down the hall to check on him. He’s putting something in the oven, “it’s jut a casserole thing, but there’ll be enough left over for Wayne and I figured you’d probably want to eat and get some rest?”

“Yeah, sounds...really good. Thanks, Steve. I really like, appreciate you doing all this, my room, bringing my stuff, visiting, the ride from the hospital, you know, all of it. I just...had to say it, it means a lot, you know.”

Steve smiles at him, twisting the towel he’s holding into a long rope, “I...it’s no problem.”

You’re doing that thing again. The staring at each other thing again.

No we’re not.

You literally are – and by the way he just looked at your mouth.

Eddie huffs a laugh, can’t help it really, and Steve does the same and looks away and...okay. Steve is blushing. Even Eddie can see that.

“Stay for dinner?”

“I made it for you and Wayne -”

Eddie shrugs, “there’ll be enough, maybe we can add something to it?”

“Okay I’ll – yeah. I’ll see if there’s anything in the-”

“I can help-”

“You should sit, you should be resting-”

This is painful.

“You’re a guest.”

“Eddie,” Steve stands with his hands on his hips, Eddie raises his hands in surrender, but goes to sit at the table so he can still see Steve.

“So...you watched the game with Wayne?”

“Oh, yeah, it was pretty good.”

Ask him how it went and I guarantee you I can get him to kiss you by bed time.

Eddie feels his face flame, knows he’s flushed red, tries to hide it behind his hair as he nearly chokes on his own spit.

“Here, man, don’t die,” and Steve puts a glass of water on the table in front of him, giving his shoulder a gentle squeeze as he does.

Don’t say shit like that.

In his head, Billy is laughing hysterically.

You really think he likes me?

Yeah man, I really think he likes you. You are gay though, right?

Uhm. Yeah.

Well you don’t sound so sure there.

Well I’ve never, you know.

Man I am literally the ghost of a dead dude living in your head, who the fuck am I going to tell?

In the kitchen, Steve starts humming as he peels potatoes.

I’ve never done anything, with anyone. Ever. So pretty sure I am but I’ve never, you know, tested it.

Huh.

Limited options, you know? Also, not exactly the most desirable, you know, reputation, I guess.

Doesn’t seem to be putting Harrington off.

What about you?

What about me?

Well, I mean, say, hypothetically, I kiss a dude...we are kind of cohabiting here, would that...bother you?

Aw, sweetheart, cute of you to ask...Nah, I swing either way. Eddie nearly chokes on his water, and Billy laughs. I mean, not been with a dude since I left Cali, you’re damn right about the limited options thing. But yeah, I’m not fussy, getting off is getting off, and I figure if I can taste your food and feel it when you scratch your ass...Besides, we’re walking around in your body, no ones calling me a faggot, I’m dead.

“Yeah, I guess.”

“Sorry, what?”

In the kitchen, Steve is putting potatoes on to boil, Eddie clears his throat, “I said, so tell me about that Pacers game you watched with Wayne?”

Steve smiles, big and bright, “you really want to know?”

Say you could listen to him all day.

“Yeah, if it’s you talking I could...I could listen all day.”

Steve smiles, then sort of looks away and fiddles with his hair before he comes over to the table. If anything Eddie would say he looks suddenly shy.

Bingo.

“Well, they beat the Celtics a couple of days ago, a hundred and sixteen to a hundred and nine, so they were fresh off a fair win and it showed. Absolutely smashed the Nets, a hundred and twenty three to ninety nine. Fleming and Stipanovich both made really decent showings…”

Part Six

[scimagic]

Pride and Joy (Mr. Puzzles/Bi! Female! Reader)

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After a conversation about sexual orientation, you ask Mr. Puzzles a bit of a heavy question about himself and realizations ensue.

Happy Pride Month!! I usually try to keep my content as reader neutral as possible (I don't like to assume things that the reader might not be!) but this is more self-indulgent than usual and I hope you forgive me for that! To celebrate this month, why don't I hit my f/o with the bisexual beam? Hope you enjoy!

"… Puzzles, no offense, like— at all, but do you think maybe you're… gay?"

The TV host sputters in surprise, "I— excuse you?"

"Again, no offense. But to me it kinda sounds like you… haven't really thought about it."

The TV grows silent, no doubt a frown taking the place of his smile. For once—instead of snapping back and waving away such a silly statement—he actually gives it a thought. A sparingly rare one.

He looks away with a nervous hum, shoulders slumping as you walk along the sidewalk. You both keep a slow pace, trying to refrain from tripping as you walk and keep a conversation that is surprisingly much more serious than you anticipated to have.

The leaves of the trees rustle and provide you shadow for your evening walk with your boyfriend, a walk you offered to have as a casual little date. You thought you could stop by stores to shop, or a cafe to sit down, but at the moment— your conversation turned into this. Identity questions, personal preferences, things to better know each other.

But maybe this one was a bit too far...

He was very open about his upbringing, sure, but it sounded like even he didn't know what he liked in people. You suppose that a life like that didn't have much room to explore things about ones self. Let alone explore partner preferences. Hell— you would say you're very lucky to even have had a chance to date him.

Regardless...

You let him gather his thoughts, silently waiting for his response. No use in rushing these type of things, after all. They take time. Otherwise it would be messy for both of you.

Puzzles turns back to the ground below, and like you guessed— with a nervous expression on his screen.

"It's… complicated. I've seen shows about it, but ah… they've never really spoken to me as such. Perhaps some actions… and some… other things— tsk— but! Hah! I mean! Only recently I've been shown the media I consume is not always true to the actual thing so what do I know!?" He sarcastically and painfully exclaims, a view that got shattered to him when you became friends, yet one he's starting to grow out of. He's aware it's for his greater good, but that doesn't mean it doesn't hurt him still. To be lied to. To know your years of comfort were a lie.

He huffs angrily as he turns away again, shaking his head before glancing back at you.

"Am I..?"

"Are you? Only you can know that for sure, you might know the answer to that already..! You just… haven't realized it yet."

"…"

He grows silent again, nervously fidgeting with the cloth of his gloves.

"Then… maybe?" He shrugs. "I feel… something, yes. But— but I like you too..! As well… If I am— what would that mean for you? For us?" The host frowns, growing even more nervous at the thought of something happening to his first ever real relationship.

"I don't want to let you go just for this!" He waves his hands in front of him, exasperatedly motioning to your situation. You catch one of his arms, hooking it together with your own as you try to gently ground him.

"Hey—! Hey..! No, nothing has to happen to us! You can like both, you know?"

He takes a pause, looking at you as if you just told him the most confusing riddle ever known to man.

"Huh?"

"Yeah! I like both! I like boys and girls. I uh— have a preference for men but I still like pretty girls." You rub the back of your neck, smiling sheepishly at him.

"… Oh."

"Oh…"

The faintest of heartbeats beeps across his screen, tainting it with a light rose color as the line bounces where his cheeks would be.

"Huh… That…" he looks down at the ground with furrowed eyebrows, then looks back up at the horizon, "fits."

"Yeah?"

"Yes… Only— that's not the term, is it?"

"Ah, no. We're bisexual. You and I."

"You and I… Yes… Yes! I like that!" Puzzles beams happily, smiling wide at you as he squeezes your hooked arms.

"I like that very much."

[morganski-19]

The One with the Stolen Clothes

 Eddie walks into Steve and Robin’s apartment to bother them, because he’s bored, and Robin dramatically gasps. Then throws a ball of paper at Steve when he walks out of his bedroom.

“What the fuck was that for?” he asks, thoroughly confused.

Robin gestures over to Eddie with wide eyes. Steve raises an eyebrow, still confused. Eddie just looked between the two of them, trying to decipher what they are silently communicating. Robin rolls her eyes.

“Eddie, where did you get that shirt?”

Eddie glances down at his shirt, having just pulled it out of the laundry basket before walking over here. “The laundry basket on the couch. Why?”

“No, like what place?”

He shrugs. “Thrift store probably, I don’t listen to this bad, but the logo’s cool.”

Robin dramatically stands up. “I knew it. That’s my shirt.”

Eddie makes a confused face. “How would your shirt end up in my apartment?”

Steve’s eyes widen. “I think I know. Remember when you stayed over here a few nights ago, and you borrowed some of my clothes. You said that you would wash them and then return them, but never did. I’m pretty sure that was the shirt you borrowed.”

“Huh, guess so. Sorry Buck, I’ll have to wash it again before giving it back to you.”

“Yeah fine, whatever,” Robin groans.

Steve snaps, like he just made a big realization. “That’s why you threw the paper at me.”

“It always come back to you stealing shit out of my closet.”

“Not my fault you like to wear baggy shirts.”

“You still wear it even if it’s not baggy,” Robin raises her voice. “Half my closet is stuff that you stretched out.”

Steve huffs. “That is so not true. And you steal my shit all the time, it’s like our thing.”

“Not when you lend someone else my clothes,” she points to Eddie, bringing him back into this conversation. “And I don’t care if it’s not washed, I’d like it back.”

Eddie shrugs. “I’ll go change then.”

He leaves the apartment and returns to his own. Nancy giving him an odd look when he walks through the door.

“Is that you’re shirt?” Nancy asks, sitting at the kitchen table with her laptop.

“Apparently not. It’s Robin’s.” Eddie goes to his room to change, double checking that this shirt is actually his.

“How’d you end up with Robin’s shirt?” Nancy asks, turning her head to the hall when a loud scream is heard from the other apartment.

Eddie matches her expression, thinking it’s probably not a good idea to go over there again. “Steve accidentally lent it to me. Apparently, he steals her clothes a lot.”

Nancy hums. “Yeah, it’s been a problem for years. But she does it to. When I roomed with her in college, she would steal my sweatshirts all the time.”

“I’m still surprised you guys didn’t date back then. You practically were from the sound of it.” There’s another scream from the across the hall. “Should we intervene?”

“Nah, they’ll be fine. We probably would have dated in college if I knew I was bi back then. But I didn’t, so we sort of missed it.”

Eddie faces Nancy. “And now?”

“Now,” Nancy says, still facing the door. “Whatever we might have had back then is gone. Robin and I are just friends. All we’ll ever be.”

“Are you saying that because you believe it, or because you think Robin doesn’t like you back.”

“Because I believe it. What we have,” Nancy takes a deep breath. “I’d rather be her friend forever than risk losing her to some shitty breakup. I almost lost Steve when we broke up in college, and then Jonthan when we broke up two years ago. I got lucky twice, I’m not risking being lucky again.”

Eddie sits down next to Nancy at the table. “But are you really going to stop yourself from trying. Maybe this time, you won’t have to be lucky. Everything could work out.”

“Are you still holding yourself back after your dick head of an ex-boyfriend broke up on you?” Nancy asks already knowing the answer.

“Got me there. When did life get so complicated?”

Nancy huffs. “Life was so much easier when we were in high school. The biggest thing we had to worry about were classes and shitty after school jobs. Not this.”

“Remember that hiding spot we found in the library?”

“Yeah,” Nancy smiles. “Right behind the non-fiction isle by the teachers lounge. Everything felt better there.”

“Do you ever wish you could go back in time, just for life to feel simpler again? Or to change something in hopes it would make your future better.”

“Sometimes. I think if I did, the one thing I would change is us falling out of touch. Everything else, I think was just fine enough.”

Eddie plays with his rings. “I’m sorry that I stopped reaching out when you went off to school. Just felt like you didn’t need me anymore, with all your new college friends and classes and shit. You didn’t need me dragging you back to that town. You were so much better than them.”

“I’m sorry I let you. Wasn’t just you’re doing. I wanted to separate as much from home as possible, you just happened to be in the crossfire.”

Robin bursts through the apartment door, finding Eddie with a glare. “My shirt,” she demands.

“Right, here,” he tosses her the shirt and she leaves. “We really need to start locking that door.”

Nancy winces. “Yeah. Why’d Steve lend you the shirt anyway?”

“Not the reason you think. We were too high and tired to stand up fully, so he just let me stay over.”

“Damn, thought you two were done being stupid.”

Eddie laughs. “Yeah, that’s not going to happen until you and Robin stop being stupid.”

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[fudanshidoublevision]

It's pretty funny how the three love interests have something in common 。。。。besides their obvious interest (Haley) and obsession (Double Vision and Ray) towards the MC of the game.

The three of them smoke, which might be something banal for some but I like to hold into small details like these and make up stuff.

Haley takes smoke breaks, Ray smokes when he is in your apartment and Double isn't shown smoking in the game but he does on his birthday illustration. ᶘ ⊙ᴥ⊙ᶅ

Not sure if that was on purpose or just a coincidence but either way, it makes sense to me.

Ray, especially, the fact that he smokes.

Considering that he spent most of his pre-teen and teenage years until he was 18 years old living with Steel Sheriff and remember, Steel Sheriff is a shitty person and a BAD influence, so it makes sense that maaaybe that bad habit was influenced by that horrendous man and Ray took a hold into it.

Ray strikes me as the type of guy who's addicted to nicotine and honestly? I don't blame him at all, that man went through so much shit since he came out of his mother's womb so if he EVEN chain smokes, it wouldn't faze me at all.

Not sure if Ray smokes only at night but someone dear to me does and well, the only time of the day Ray is completely free of any duty is at night, as far as i've seen? Also, smoking at night sounds...right to me, he takes notice of you and opens the window so he isn't stinking up your place...which is surprising, the only smokers I know always smoke in secluded places and I can smell it all the way into my bedroom. ʕʘ̅͜ʘ̅ʔ

I'm aware that nicotine has some benefits but we are talking about Ray, who is freaking Binary Star, HIS ABILITY???? EVERY SINGLE ONE OF THEM. /j This man does not GAF about the side effects or the benefits of smoking. Out of the three I believe that Ray is free from any illnesses or any type of side effects, heh.

Now, Haley, they are shapeshifter...? Correct me if I'm wrong, im an amateur on the Haley department. Crazy idea but imagine if they smoke on their cat form, holy fucking shit. Their brain, gastrointestinal system or even their heart is not safe though...but I believe that they can easily shift into any animal with the strongest lungs ever and live another day without being worried about any complications? Huh, this sounds batshit crazy so I think I'll stop writing this part.

Like Ray, Haley seems to smoke as a sedative, what if they smoke herbal cigarettes? Also, I believe that they can easily quit if they want to (heh, now that I'm reading this part i forgot that this is something most addicts say, LOL.) , which I beg to differ when it comes to Ray or Double, I don't judge them, just an observation I guess.

At last, my favorite character and current obsession, Double Vision.

Cigarette smoking, yeah but what about vaping? He looks like the type of guy that would vape or maybe is it too tame for him? Maybe he wants something stronger. Wait, does anyone really need a reason to smoke? ಠಿ_ಠ

People say that vaping is less hazardous than smoking but to me? It's the same thing, most e-cigarretes contain nicotine but yeah, you are inhaling smoke from burning tobacco when you smoke a cigarette. I don't know anything about vaping. It's pretty popular in my country though, never tried it but my friend told me that vaping feels and tastes different from smoking, so I believe their judgement.

Forgive my yapping, like I was saying! He isn't safe from the lung cancer, at all. Yeah, this man can do sick tricks with the smoke, for sure... I'm not going to name any because I might be wrong but you name it and maaaaaaaybe he would be capable of doing it, if you can do something for him back, of course. Oh, I'm 100% sure this freakazoid throws the smoke in your face on purpose, I find that hot actually...if only my nostrils and eyes could say the same about that. If he does that, I'll be coughing like I have asthma until I die.

Hmm, I can't think of when he started smoking...maybe on his teenage years? After all, I think it was at that time that he started to get along with shady people and ugly business. The power of influence and their ambience might be a big factor of this habit on these guys. Heavy on Ray.

That's everything I could think of. For now.

If you are a real person, don't smoke, I guess?. Do whatever you want BUT DON'T BE TELLING ANYONE THAT TUMBLR USER fudanshidoublevision encouraged you to do it.

If you are fictional character, yassss smoke all you want beautiful inexistent individual, you don't exist after all!

GODDAMN!!!!!! I MIGHT START SMOKING RIGHT NOW IF I CAN LOOK THIS HOT 😍😍😍 GIVE ME THAT CIGARETTE 🔥🔥🔥

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

The Duff 16

Warnings: groping, insecurity, food and body issues, manipulation, and the usual. Proceed with caution.

Feedback is always welcome. Love you and thanks for the wonderful responses so far. ♥♥♥♥

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Andy wipes a fleck of lettuce from his tie as you walk along. He’s pretty calm despite being assaulted. You’re still rattled, a jittery pulse flowing through you. You hug yourself as you head up toward the office building.

“You okay?” He asks, yet again.

“Coming down,” you assure him with an exhale, “I’m so sorry about that–”

“I told you, you don’t need to apologise for that guy,” he insists, “he’s nuts.”

“Uh, yeah,” you sniff as you slow, glancing further up the street towards the bus stop.

“I’m just happy I was there,” Andy says, “seems like he was on a mission. I hate to think what would have happened if you were alone.”

“Mmhmm,” you hum and shudder at the thought.

You can’t help but feel guilty. If you’d just answered Curtis, you’re sure he wouldn’t have got so worked up. You could’ve deflected him, at least lied and bought some time. You wouldn’t blame Andy if he holds this against you. You’re his employee and he was half-throttled on your behalf.

“Hey, how about I give you a ride,” he offers, “I don’t like the idea of you going off alone right now. He could still be hanging around.”

“Oh, I don’t know, that’s too–”

“It’s the least I can do. Really, I don’t mind,” he stops just in front of the locked up office, “come on. The drive will give you some time to calm down.”

You mull the prospect. You can take the fifteen minute ride or wait as long just to get on the bus, then sit in a compartment of strangers as you look over your shoulder every two seconds. You owe him, big time.

“Alright, thanks, Andy,” you accept, “I’m sorry again–”

“Please,” he waves you off as he reaches into his jacket pocket and you hear the chirp of a nearby car, “stop. No more sorries.”

He points you toward his car and you follow him. You parallel him as he gets in on the driver’s side and you daintily swing into the passenger’s seat. The curve of your thigh hits the clutch as you do. You wiggle back in the seat and buckle up. You give your address to Andy as he flips open Google Maps.

Andy clicks his belt into place and starts the engine. You clutch your bag in your lap and stare through the windshield. Your mind is already ahead of you. You just want to get home and have a hot bath, try to forget the day. You drag your fingers up your arm, you’re not sure you can get rid of the lingering sensation of Curtis’ grip or the echo of anger in your ears.

“So, uh,” Andy pulls out, “that guy was pretty worked up. Boyfriend or–”

You shake your head and scoff, “please.”

“Ah, hmm,” he grips the top of the wheel, his other hand tapping along the lower curve, “that club, you must’ve met him there, right? That’s the wild weekend you had, huh?”

“I’d rather not talk about it. I can’t even think about…” you huff and bend your arm against the door, cradling your cheek, “oh, Jesus. I’m so embarrassed.”

“We all have our strikeouts,” he says lightly, “I tried out this dating app after my divorce, not exactly a positive experience, but I learned from it.”

“Oh yeah? Well, yeah, dating is… difficult,” you mutter.

“Tell me about it. Doesn’t get easier either. So much has changed since I got married, then divorced. I went on one date where a woman brought her friends. She just wanted me to buy dinner for them all,” he shook his head, “turns out she was a lot younger than she said on her profile… bit too young for me.”

“Sounds complicated,” you sit back and keep your hand on the door, nervously feeling along the buttons and divet, “I usually don’t– It was all my friends. They always want to go out but I’m just left on the sideline. He was there and I thought he was a nice guy… I was wrong.”

“Well, I can assure you, there are still nice guys out there,” Andy idles at a stop sign. You feel his eyes on you as he stay a bit too long before clearing his throat and stepping down on the pedal, “patience, that’s what my friends tell me, at least.”

“Yeah, I’ll have to just… wait. Hope he goes away, hope I find someone better. I don’t know, being alone isn’t bad, at least you make your own decisions,” you shrug.

“There is that. I don’t miss asking the wife for every little thing, that’s for sure,” he chuckles, “anyway, I just… if this guy keeps bugging you, I don’t mind putting him in his place again.”

“I couldn’t ask you to do that,” you trace your thumb along the interior of the door, “really, it’s my problem.”

“It’s not a problem you should have to deal with, especially alone,” he glances at you then back to the road, “you’re a nice girl. I kinda get why the guy is so crazy but just the thought of him grabbing you like he did, how violent he was, it makes me so angry. You don’t deserve that,” he reaches over blindly and caresses your arm with his knuckles, “don’t think that you do.”

He retracts his hand as you shift. His touch leaves a tingle along your arm and knot in your stomach. That uncertainty bubbles in your chest. Are you reading into this? He’s your boss, he’s being nice. If anything he feels bad for you.

“Thanks,” you utter and look down as you twiddle your fingers.

You stew in the silence as his car engine whirs softly. You lift your chin again to watch out the window, recognising the neighbourhood as he pulls onto your street. You point ahead, “the red building there.”

He follows your direction and pulls in at the curb. You wrap your arms around your bag and blow out a breath of relief. You’re home.

“Thanks for the ride,” you say as you unbuckle the seatbelt, “really, I owe you. How can I–”

As you turn to him, you’re suddenly smothered. His lips are on yours as he brings his hand up behind your head. His beard tickles, both soft and coats, and you squirm, letting out a pathetic murmur. You push on his chest, entirely surprised by the kiss.

You shove him away and heave, “Andy, what are you–”

“I’m sorry, did I misread–”

“Wow,” you shake your head and pick at the lock, facing away from him as you try to hide your horror, “I… you’re my boss.”

You finally push the lock back and open the door. You get a foot out, shaky and unsteady, and struggle to get out.

“I’m sorry,” Andy repeats again.

“You know what, let’s forget it,” You hook your bag in your elbow, turning back halfway but refusing to look at him, “I can if you can.”

“Yeah, of course, I–”

“Good night,” you swing the door shut and nearly trip over the curb.

You face the building, eyes full of tears. What is wrong with men?

[stevieharringtonwifeguy]

Transfem Stevie who figures it out when she goes to a gay bar with Robin (post s3?) and meets another transwoman and has a Huh, you can do that? moment.

i sort of Went Off on this one lmaoo. bc im incapable of not steddifying everything this is now T4T Steddie 2: This Time They're Lesbians- with trans girl eddie cracking stevie's egg

PLEASE NOTE: this is set in the 80s, so they use kind of outdated terminology for trans people. also there's a d slur used in a positive, self-ID way. overall the vibes are good but the language is questionable. do with that what you will lol

When Robin asks Steve to be her ‘emotional support heterosexual’ (her words) for her first visit to an Indianapolis gay club, Steve prepares himself for a night of ‘hey, have you met my friend Robin’, pointedly not hitting on any girls, and politely declining offers of drinks and dances from guys until he’s buzzed enough to admit he’s curious. And so far, that’s exactly what he’s been doing. Robin’s off dancing with a girl after Steve assured her about ten times that he’d be fine on his own. He’s just debating whether or not his inhibitions are lowered enough to go dancing when his thoughts are interrupted by a voice to his right.

“Steeeeeeeve Harrington.”

Steve turns, already cringing. Anyone who says his name with a tone like that is someone who is not going to be thrilled with seeing him in a gay club. The thing is, Steve has no idea who this person is. Can’t even really tell if they’re a guy or a girl. Their features are fairly masculine, all lean muscles and square chin, but they’ve got long, wild hair and heavy eye makeup. The cropped muscle tank with ‘Massive Dyke’ printed in lurid red muddies the waters even further.

“Oh, hey… uh…” Yeah, Steve’s pulling a complete blank. They look kind of familiar? He’s definitely seen them around. Somewhere. 

They roll their eyes. “Not surprised King Steve doesn’t recognise me. Especially looking like this. What are you doing here?”

Steve sighs a little. “I’m here with a friend. She was nervous to come alone so I’m here for moral support and wingmanning.”

“Yeah, sure,” they scoff, and Steve frowns even more.

“Look, I know I was a dick in high school. And I’m genuinely sorry if I was a dick to you. But that was four years ago. I’ve grown up, and I’m here to be a good friend. Can you let me do that?”

The person blinks, and then looks a little sheepish. “Okay, yeah, that’s fair,” they say, before extending a hand. “And it’s Eddie. Eddie Munson.”

Steve smiles and shakes the offered hand. “Oh, yeah! You ran that club my kids went to- dungeons and dragons, right? Cool to see you again, dude!”

Eddie’s face does a complicated little wiggle before- “Uh, not a dude, man.”

“Wait, what?”

“I’m a girl, now. Still Eddie, though, it’s just short for Edith now. Have you heard of transsexuals?”

Steve shakes his head. “I’m pretty new to this. I know, like. Five words.”

“Well, easiest way to put it is that I was born a guy, but I feel more like a girl, so now I’m, like, switching.”

“Switching…” Steve says, trying his best to look genuinely interested and confused. He generally doesn’t struggle too hard to look confused, but he’s a little worried Eddie will think he’s being a dick about it. “You can do that?”

Eddie snorts, gesturing down to herself. “Clearly.”

“Huh,” Steve says. Frankly, this is blowing his mind. “Why doesn’t everyone do that, then? Like, no one likes being a guy.”

“Ye- wait, what?”

“Like, the sexism of being a girl would suck, obviously. But everything else sounds great! Like, you get prettier clothes and you can wear makeup- and girls are so nice to other girls, I've always been kind of jealous of that.”

Eddie looks shocked, but Steve's on a roll now, almost forgetting she's there as he continues thinking aloud. “And like. Girls’ bodies are just. Better, y'know? Like what do guys have, muscles? Girls can have muscles too, but girls are just so… like, everyone wants boobs, right?”

Eddie has a strange look on her face. “I mean, I do. Because I’m transsexual.”

“When you’re transsexual, do you get boobs? Like, do you- wait, is that rude? I feel like I wouldn’t ask another girl about her boobs.”

Eddie’s silent for a moment, looking at Steve in bewilderment, before she seems to collect herself. She takes a swig of her beer and then smiles at him. It looks both welcoming and like she’s in on a secret, and puts Steve at ease. He can see why the kids were so obsessed with her in high school.

“You know what, ordinarily it would be kind of rude, but I have a feeling this conversation is… not what I thought it was gonna be,” she says, and Steve tilts his head a bit in confusion. “So yeah, I do have boobs. You can take estrogen as a little pill, and it basically does puberty for you again. You get boobs, a little extra fat on your hips and thighs, and your skin gets softer. Here, feel.”

And then Eddie takes Steve’s hand and slides it up her shirt. His brain immediately turns off. And yeah, there’s definitely a gentle swell there. They’re small, but Steve can feel the squish of them. Her nipples are pierced. Steve thinks he might die.

“Wow,” he squeaks, about five embarrassing octaves higher than his normal tone. “Cool!”

Eddie grins as she removes his hand from her tit. “Yeah, cool. I’d let you fondle them a little more, sweetheart, but they’re still growing. Kind of sore.”

Steve blushes, rubbing his hand on his thigh and desperately trying to will his boner down. “Man, I wish I could grow boobs,” he sighs, a little wistfully.

“You can, y’know,” Eddie says, with a little chuckle and a soft smile. “What’s stopping you?”

That. Steve hasn’t considered that. A hundred things come to his lips- he’s not like that, he’s not one of those- a hundred things that he knows are absolutely terrible reasons. If Robin were here she’d either be whacking him upside the head or giving him that really sad look she does whenever he’s mean to himself.

“Hey,” Eddie says, speaking softly and laying a gentle hand on Steve’s knee. It shocks him out of his spiral as he looks up into her big brown eyes. “Y’know, I’ve got some makeup in my van. If you wanted to try some things out. No one here will judge you.”

“I- yeah,” Steve is breathless. “I’d like that. Uh- my friend-”

“Oh, is she real? I’ll be honest, I kinda thought you were doing the ‘oh I’m not gay I’m just here for a friend’ thing.”

Laughing, Steve looks out over the crowd. “No, she’s real. Let me just let her know I’ll be gone for a moment- honestly she’s probably halfway to third base with some girl anyway-”

And sure enough, Robin is more than ready to let Steve wander off once he peels her off a pretty girl on the opposite side of the club. He rejoins Eddie, who leads him down the street towards her van and helps him into the back. She takes out her makeup bag, cracking jokes about their wildly different styles while she delicately brushes powder over his face. She generously refrains from threatening to take his eye out with the eyeliner pencil (more than once at least), and apologises for not having anything more ‘babygirl’ than her bright red lipstick. Steve can definitely say this is the most fun he’s ever had in the back of a van.

Finally, masterpiece done, Eddie rummages in her bag for a little compact, presenting it to Steve with a dumb little bow. Steve takes it with a roll of his eyes, and prepares himself with a deep breath.

The person in the mirror is beautiful. Glowing skin, huge doe eyes lined with smokey eyeliner and lashes a mile long, practically sinful lips. Steve almost doesn’t recognise himself, except that he does. He really, really does, in a way he now realises he never really has before. It’s the first time he’s ever looked at his face in the mirror and not wanted to change anything.

“You’re a really pretty girl, Stevie,” Eddie says with a gentle smile.

Steve can’t look away from the mirror. “Yeah,” she says, a red-lipped grin stretching across her face. “I really am.”

[eyesore-boi]

You think that you're alone but

We are waiting for you every night...

You're mine.

Close ups and other stuff below!

...so....10 years, huh?

I cannot understate how much FNaF means to me in my life, and yeah...know that sounds a b i t much considering it's the funny har har bear games, but lemme explain-

Truth is, i was actually terrified of FNaF when it first came out! I remember my first introduction to it was when i was having a sleepover at my friend's place and he was both playing and watching other people play the first game, and when i was watching it with him, i got scared and tried to avoid the game as much as i could, even claiming to hate the game despite just knowing the first game. I was young and was prone to sheltering myself from stuff i didn't understand, and that being the first scary game i've ever seen caused that reaction, but over time...that changed.

It happened when i was watching YT and clicked on a comic dub i never seen before, thinking it was an AU for a fandom i was in (probably Undertale i dunno), but lo and behold, it was actually a fandub/animatic for the missing kids incident, and that...peaked my interest. I got curious on how this scary game actually had an interesting story to it and not just some game that goes boo. So, soon after that, i decided to look up simply "FNaF Story", found the Game Theory videos, and...the rest is history.

I was amazed and hooked, got invested in how the games explained the story in ways i've never seen before, got excited when i saw everything click together in real time, and pair that with how i got into the series r i g h t when Sister Location came out, arguably when the lore really started to kick off, i knew there was no going back now. I stuck with the series since. I watched all the animatics and dubs, listened to all the songs, tried drawing the characters, made OC's, and even talked to other people about this franchise.

And now look- Not gonna pretened this whole time it's been sunshine and (Chica's) rainbows, especially in recent times. The drop off SB caused, the lore getting more and more complicated and convoluted, the divide between older and newer fans, being the founder of Mascot Horror (for every Poppy Playtime there i s a Garten of Ban Ban) and course the IRL drama, but in all seriousness...i still wouldn't trade it for anything.

FNaF, this series, is my very first experience connecting me with a community like this, both good and bad, helping me understand how to properly enjoy media and even learn/take things from it, and i think without it i wouldn't be in the fandoms i'd be in now. The scary, horror ones, the niche, hard to find ones, story driven, character rich, and of course...more importantly...getting me into Markiplier, which further influenced the "outside the box" kind of thinking cause my g o d for these two stories you need too-

And speaking of, because of those two stories, it lead to me branching out more creativily and even creating my own webcomic for an AU combining both of them, so regardless on how that'll go, i'm just glad this series has influenced me enough to create something for others to see, since that's all i ever want to give.

But really, this franchise will forever be with me, and though i don't always agree with all of it (i haven't read any of the books in y e a r s and i refuse to do so), it only makes some of the stuff it does do right completely worth it (like the movie, peak cinema), and for where ever this bear shaped train is going next, well, i'll be here for the ride for all of it. No matter how many burning buildings it goes through.

...oh and um- Right yeah. The actual art piece. Uh....it crashed multiple times when drawing it. It's even a miracle i was able to export it. I can't even open it up anymore. So even if i wanted to change anything about it, i c a n 't -

But still pretty happy with how it came together! Was run drawing these robos, some being kinda redraws from the past, while other's i've n e v e r drawn before, so that was interesting! But still, tried to draw the "main character" so to say from each of the main FNaF games, and just kinda be...walking along through the series, nothing too deep or complex, but still interesting enough! ....unlike the fnaf storyline cause g o d how many restaurants wERE THEIR S C O T T -

But for real this is going long enough, so ima head out and do my own FNaF related things thay you don't need to worry about shush *commits arson*

HAPPY 10TH FNAF BIRTHDAY EVERYBODY!! >:DD

[nothingunrealistic]

prompt 49

49. “Why do you insist on it?”

Dear Evan Hansen,

At the new facility. They took my phone at intake. So much for “tranquility.” I’m typing on my suitemates’ secret iPhone 6. They let me borrow it if I agreed to suck —

“Really?”

“What?” Jared pouts. It might work better if it wasn’t over FaceTime, on Evan’s secondhand iPhone, propped up against his thirdhand laptop. “I was going to say ‘suck eggs for their grandmas.’”

“No, you weren’t.”

“Whatever.”

Hey, before I go, I wanted to know: did you check with Jared Kalwani — the genius sound tech Jared Kalwani — to see if he can hang out? ‘Cause I have no doubt he’d be a great friend to me too —

“Okay, no, Jared.” Evan hits Ctrl-A and deletes the half-written email. “That doesn’t work.”

“That was a literary masterpiece. How does it not work?”

“Well, the rehab stuff is, it’s too depressing.”

“Yeah. It’s rehab.”

“The Murphys won’t want to read it. And you can’t keep trying to write yourself in. This is, like, the third time.”

“Why do you insist on it being all shiny happy codependency? Your friendship was so special and perfect that he didn’t even want to talk to anyone else?”

“Yes. That’s the story. We were best friends. I was his only friend.” Evan scratches his left arm, no longer broadcasting the best possible proof of that story. “You can’t just change it.”

“Uh-huh.” Jared’s eyes move over him, and Evan can tell he saw the scratching. “You do remember how this story ends, right?”

“What do you mean?”

“Evan,” Jared says. “Dude. Connor’s dead. And it’s not because his life was going great. Everyone knows that.”

“So?”

“So people will expect to read the tormented musings of a guy in a downward spiral. Not rainbows and butterflies and tree facts to the very end. Maybe they haven’t thought of it yet, but they’ll get there.”

“That’s awful.”

“That’s the human condition. Rubbernecking and being glad it’s not you.”

“Just because you decided to put the emails online —”

“Because Alana told me to, after you begged me to run the Connor Project website —”

“It’s not that simple, okay? Things are messy and complicated, it’s, recovery is nonlinear —”

“Oh, good, someone’s reading the Mental Health Resources page after all. And here I told our glorious co-founder it was a waste of server space.”

“I just want to help the Murphys,” Evan says. That’s all he’s wanted to do, from the moment Mrs. Murphy first mentioned the orchard. It has to be. “That’s the point of all this. I don’t care what people online think.”

“You mean the people giving you all that money to build an orchard for Connor? You’re sure you don’t care what they think? Only about cheering up your fake family and your very real girlfriend?”

“I told you, we’re not — Zoe and I are just friends.”

“Totally. You’ve got a lot of friends these days.”

“Yeah,” Evan says. “It’s pretty nice. You should try it.”

Jared vanishes from the call, and Evan is left staring at the empty Google Doc on his laptop and his own reflection in his phone screen. Alone.

Until Zoe’s texts come in.

Larry is making dinner tonight

His cooking is actually edible

That sounds great

Not that I don’t like your mom’s cooking, but you know

Yeah, I know

See you soon

(prompts to write drabbles or longer stories)

[wayward-dreamer]

Better Late Than Never

Square/s Filled: Snowed In @anyfandomfluffbingo | FREE @jacklesversebingo |

Pairing: Dean x F!Reader

Word count: 2,017

Summary: Dean and Y/N find themselves snowed in at Bobby's cabin. With a little whiskey and a cozy fire, it leaves Dean vulnerable to admit something to her he's been keeping to himself for some time.

Warnings: Minor angst, 99% fluff, brief mention of erotica.

A/N: I've had to forego tag lists as battling with dumblr isn't worth risking my mental health lol. So please go ahead and follow @wayward-dreamers-library and turn on notifications, if you want to read my stuff.

Anyway, I hope y'all enjoy this, because it's been a while since I've written a Dean one shot. Thanks to my besties and beta's @hintsofhoney and @makeadealwithdean for looking over this one! <3

Dean pushed the door open, the gust of chilly air causing it to hit the wall as he hurried inside, forcing it closed against the wind and shutting the cold out. He unwrapped the thick scarf from his neck, breathing heavily as the warmth from the fireplace in the living area thawed his frozen nose. He pulled the gloves off his hands and took off his leather jacket, hanging it up on the rack next to the door, before turning around, frowning at the quietness in the cabin.

“Y/N?”

Suddenly, he heard boots coming up the stairs from the basement, Y/N’s head appearing from the hatch followed by the rest of her, as she carried a big box in her hands.

“Hey,” she nodded at him as she set the box down on the dining table. “I hope you’re hungry for canned chicken soup because that’s all there was.”

“Well, as great as liquid salt in a can sounds,” he began with his signature sarcasm in place, “I got a few other things to eat, and something absolutely necessary to get through the next few days.”

He reached into one of the bags, pulling out two bottles of Bourbon, smirking as he placed them on the table. “We’re really livin’ it up here, huh?” he jested, chuckling.

“Oh yeah, it’s a real Four Seasons vibe,” she added, rolling her eyes as her laughter joined his.

“Called Bobby, told him we pulled in here and we’re gonna be staying until they clear the roads in the morning or the next,” he informed, taking out two glasses from the kitchen cabinets. “Said if we break anything, we owe him.”

“Sounds about right,” she muttered.

“So, looks like it’s just you and me,” he said, handing her a glass and cracking the seal on the bottle, pouring a generous amount into it. “Hope you don’t get sick of my face ‘cause there’s no tellin’ how long we’re gonna be here for.”

“As long as you don’t annoy me, I think we’re good,” she said, looking between her glass and him.

“Oh come on, where’s the fun in that?” he teased, smirking before he poured some bourbon for himself.

They clinked their glasses together before Y/N took a sip, turning away from him to avoid his gaze. Being in close proximity to Dean like this for God-only-knows-how-long was a dream scenario in her head. In reality, it was a nightmare. She had harbored feelings for him for longer than she cared to admit, and now being around him constantly until she finally got to leave was going to be incredibly difficult. She had to keep her bourbon intake low too; there was no telling what she would confess with too much of it in her system. She thought it was just a stupid crush she had from the first hunt they met on, something that would fade away soon enough. Then they kept meeting up, sometimes because a phone call from Sam would convince her to join them on a particular hunt, and other times by coincidence.

More cases led to more time around each other, until they became a pretty permanent part of each other’s lives. She’d even go as far as to say they were really good friends, which just made being in love with him even more complicated. Sam had been trying for a while now to get her to be part of their team, that it was better than her hunting alone, but she couldn’t do it.

Why torture herself with spending every single day in Dean’s presence when nothing was going to happen?

That was exactly what happened, however, when Sam got injured on a hunt and was resting up at Bobby’s. It had forced Dean to call her in on a vampire case, telling her he needed backup as the next was larger than he could take of on his own. The drive back to Bobby’s had been difficult, as the snow started falling harder, and they both knew they had to pull into his Montana cabin until the impending storm was over, as that was the closest place they could get to. It was five days and counting being alone with the man she had feelings for, and she wasn’t sure she’d survive it any longer. 

“I’m gonna keep outta your hair until dinner, I promise,” he proclaimed, walking past her. “How does 7 sound?”

“Sounds great,” she replied, smiling. “Thanks.”

“All good, sweetheart,” he smirked, turning on his boot to face her again. “Plus, I know you need some time with that dirty book in your duffle bag you think I don’t know about-”

“Dean!” she yelled as her eyes widened, her reflexes kicking in quickly as she picked up a couch cushion and hurled it at him.

He threw his head back as he guffawed, stumbling to catch the cushion in his hand and tossing it back on the couch. He shook his head as he continued to chuckle to himself, walking into the bedroom he’d be using and shut the door. She glared at the wooden barrier, dropping down on the sofa and taking a big sip of the amber liquid in her glass. She really had no desire to read her book now that it had been discovered.

At least she still had plenty of other fantasies to keep her company once she retreated to her room for the night.

“Fucking… piece of–son of a bitch,” Dean muttered under his breath, battling with the ancient TV antenna.

Y/N pressed her lips together to keep from laughing, her eyes squinting as the glare coming off the screen as the static black and white crackled. “It’s no use, Dean.”

“This is literally the only thing to do here other than research. I’m fixing this thing,” he grumbled, glaring at the antenna.

“I saw a deck of cards in one of the drawers,” she stated, pointing towards the kitchen.

“Fine,” he lamented.

He finally gave up, turning off the TV with a scowl on his face. He retrieved the deck from the kitchen and sat across from Y/N, shuffling them quickly before dealing them out between them.

“Care to make it interesting?” he asked, grinning as he wiggled his eyebrows suggestively.

“If you’re thinking strip poker, you better think again, Winchester,” she countered, an unamused expression on her face.

He rolled his eyes, shaking his head. “You’re no fun, Y/N.”

“I know,” she giggled.

They played a few rounds of regular poker, with Dean winning the first round and then losing the next two. He grumbled as he handed his money over, but Y/N promised that she’d save it to buy drinks the next time they were at a bar. He stood up and put another log on the fire, before grabbing the bottle of bourbon and pouring some more for himself. He picked up her glass, which caused her to bite her lip, nervously. She knew she really shouldn’t, in fear that she might admit something she couldn’t if she had anymore to drink than she already had.

“Uh, Dean… I think I’m good,” she said, covering the glass with her hand.

“It’s not like we’re leaving any time soon,” he stated, gesturing at the snow outside.

She sighed, handing over her glass. She knew he had a point. “You twisted my arm.”

He poured her some before he took his place on the couch again. They fell into a comfortable silence, her eyes focused on the flickering flames and crackling of the fire. Dean looked at her, a soft smile pulling at his lips as he noticed the peace on her features. She always looked beautiful, but when she was completely relaxed and had no worries that plagued her was when she looked the most stunning. He could never tell her that though; he didn’t know how she’d react. He had liked her from the moment he met her, but he wasn’t sure if she felt remotely the same. He didn’t really want to find out, fearing that she wouldn’t.

“I can feel your eyes on me,” she broke the silence, glancing over at him.

“Sorry,” he muttered, frowning at the fact that she caught him.

“It’s okay, Dean,” she reassured him, resting her head back against the couch as she kept her eyes on him. “Anything on your mind?”

He took a sip of bourbon, staring down into the glass. “Nope.”

“That was a long pause,” she observed, smirking. “Okay, spill. There’s clearly something.”

“I was taking a sip,” he pointed out.

“Yeah, but there was still a lot of silence,” she argued.

“Y/N, it’s-it’s really nothing-” he started but his words dissolved on his tongue as she shifted closer to him on the sofa.

“Is it about Sam?” she asked. She knew his little brother was always a source of worry for him.

“No,” he replied, taking a large gulp of the alcohol in the tumbler.

“Is it about Bobby?”

“What is this, twenty questions?” he responded, annoyed at the third degree.

“No,” she sighed, holding his gaze. “It’s okay if you don’t want to tell me. I shouldn’t push it.”

His eyes closed briefly as he let out a deep exhale, his lids fluttering open as he looked at her. “No, it’s not about Bobby.”

Their eyes never left each other as she thought his words over for a moment. “Is it about me?”

He knew he couldn’t ignore the question, or what he felt for her any longer. “Yes.”

She was taken aback by his answer, instantly fearing that she had done something wrong. She shifted closer to him, the scent of his aftershave tickling her nose, a couple of inches still between them.

“Dean, whatever it is… you can tell me,” she whispered, slowly curling her hand over his.

He could’ve explained himself through words, but he had never been good at expressing his feelings that way. Actions always spoke louder.

With their gazes still locked, her heart began to beat rapidly in her chest as his green orbs stared down at her, making her gulp at how close they were to each other. He slowly leaned in, and before she even realized it, a gasp escaped her just as his lips pressed against hers in a soft kiss. Her eyes fluttered closed as he squeezed her hand in his, allowing herself to move closer to him. She lifted her other hand, cupping his face and letting her thumb stroke over the chiseled line of his jaw, a low moan leaving her as his tongue slipped between her lips, deepening the embrace.

It was over just as quickly as it began, leaving her breathless when he pulled away, both of them staring at each other. Dean shook his head, hoping he hadn’t overstepped, that he hadn’t just ruined everything between them. A small smile, hopeful but weary, pulled at her lips.

“I wish you would’ve done that sooner,” she admitted, laughing.

He grinned. “Better late than never, I guess.”

She leaned into him, her hand resting over his heart covered by his red and black plaid shirt, her forehead pressed against his. She couldn’t really believe what had just happened, feeling like she’d wake up at any moment and it would’ve all been a dream. The longer she stayed in that embrace, in the peace and quiet of the cabin, the only sounds coming from the fireplace, she knew it was all real. It was finally real.

“We have until this storm is over to make up for lost time,” he said, peering into her eyes.

“Hey, better not just be during the storm,” she warned, lifting an eyebrow.

He chuckled, shaking his head as his lips hovered over hers. “Don’t worry, sweetheart. I ain’t lettin’ you go any time soon.”

“Sounds good to me, Winchester.”

They spent the rest of the night curled up together in front of the fire, before moving things into the bedroom, finding a better way to keep warm during the snowstorm.

[descendant-of-truth]

Just remembered that I have the Coded novelization, and while it doesn't add that much in the way of depth I thought it'd be fun to share some bits from it that I found notable

For example, here's some moments of Data Sora actually thinking about his real-world counterpart:

The other world with another Sora, data, bugs - Sora still didn't really get it all, but he felt just the tiniest bit of warmth in his chest when he was with these two. "Well, that right there is a sign you've found true friends!" Donald crossed his arms and said with a nod. "It's kinda fun to make the same friend twice," Goofy added. That did sound like fun. Sora wasn't sure what his counterpart in the real world was like, but he had to thank him for friends like these. I'm me, so that other Sora is and isn't me, I guess. What's he like, I wonder?

"Gosh, you sure went through a lot of trouble." "I'm sorry." Namine bowed her head. "I wish I could have told you all this in person. But the real me is gone now." The "real me"...? So where's the real Namine? Um, and if this is a world inside some data, then... huh? Then where - who is the real me? I'm this guy Sora, and Sora is me, but then this is a world made from memories, so...? Sora let out a long sigh, then smiled. "Um... guys? This is all way over my head... Am I dumb?"

Then there's this scene that might have been in the DS version? I haven't played it yet, but either way it's different from the movie in the collections:

"It's so... empty," Sora whispered uneasily, looking at his feet. Suddenly, a shock ran through him, as if something very heavy had been dropped onto his shoulders. "Aaah!" Sora cried as a ball of light shot out of him. The burden on his shoulders remained. His knees felt like they were about to give out under him. "Wh-what's going on? I feel k-kinda funny." It was like the energy had been sucked right out of him. What just happened? "Sora! You okay?" Riku came running up. "Riku! What about you? Are you all right?" Sora was still worried for his friend, though his legs were so wobbly he could barely stand. Riku gave him a small nod in reply. "You shouldn't be here. I can fight the bugs off a little longer... but they're spreading. Pretty soon they'll take over all my data." The bugs were starting to win. What would happen once their control was complete? "You feel weak, right? It's because the bugs have stolen your data. You won't last long in here. Take this and escape while you can."

I think it makes sense that there would be some kind of complication with Sora while trying to save Riku; it gives his warnings some more weight.

Speaking of Riku, they added a cute little high five between him and Sora when he clears out all the bugs in Riku's datascape:

"Thanks!" Sora held up his hand, and Riku gave him a high five. "The bug tried to use my power for itself, didn't it?" "Yeah... How'd you know?" Sora asked in return.

In general, characters are more prone to physical contact with each other in the novels compared to the original versions; Donald and Goofy give a few different hugs in this book alone. But because I'm a simple person who likes Soriku, this scene in particular made me happy:

"Wait, Sora! Where are you going? Sora!" Riku grabbed Sora by the arm as he started to run off. "The datascape won't hold together much longer! Sora, stop!" Sora had no intention of doing that. "Sora, are you crazy?" Riku urged, still with a firm grip on his friend's arm. "We can't just leave them! You heard Mickey. I'm going to find them!" "Find them where?! Do you have any idea where they are?" "Somewhere!" Sora snapped. Riku took hold of Sora by both shoulders and gazed into his eyes in an effort to get through to him. Sora stared right back. "Aren't you afraid?" Riku asked softly. "We're not just talking about losing some memories here. We could get erased. This whole world could get erased!" "Sure I'm afraid. Weren't you?" "Hmm?" Sora slowly removed Riku's hands. "You've been in my shoes. You've gone up against the impossible alone. Because you knew that was less scary than just sitting around and waiting for the end."

Like what was the REASON for this. Did the author realize that she omitted the specific detail of Sora holding Riku's shoulders like in the movie version and decide to make up for it here. That would be hilarious

We also get Sora threatening Pete, which was way funnier to me than it should've been:

"This is where it ends, Pete!" Mickey brandished his Keyblade. "It ain't fair! Sproutin' a new Keyblade is cheating. Better make a strategic retreat, before--" "Not so fast! First, hand over Riku... or else." Sora readied his Keyblade, too. "Uhmmm... Now let's talk about this..."

And finally, the scene that shook my perspective the most:

"Don't ever talk about Sora like that. He's our friend in this world and every other one, too!" Donald shouted, wriggling in the tiny space between his body and the wall to strike the blocks with his staff. the wall didn't budge, though. "Donald..." I'm so happy to hear you say that, but... I really am useless now. "Hmph, maybe on the outside, but he's just an empty shell. The kid don't got a heart," Pete continued. A heart? What's a heart?

Guys. No one's explained to Data Sora what a heart is. This automatically makes him one of the funniest characters in the series, because it means he's been dodging all of the emotional turmoil that's been the driving force of the series through a simple lack of information.

He has his own struggles of course, but out of every character that's been a protagonist in one of these games, he understands Heart Lore the least, and I find that incredible

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Here’s a snippet from Chapter 7 of my ADA!Chūya AU, For the Tainted Human! This scene is one of Chūya’s memories, and this chapter gets pretty emotional. Chūya has a story to tell and maybe now is the best time~

“What is this?” Dazai asked as he lifted his head and turned towards my phone. I gripped him tighter, pulling him back towards me so he couldn't change the song. “Does that matter? I want to listen to it.”

“It just sounds…sad. Not like you,” he said as he turned back around and wrapped his arms around the back of my neck again. I shrugged and snuggled deeper into him, keeping our legs entwined under the sheets. “So? I’m allowed to like sad songs too.”

“I never said that, Chibi~ I was just saying that it’s the first time I’ve heard you listen to it, that’s all.”

“...It’s called Gavi’s Song.”

“Gavi’s Song?”

“Yeah. The artist released it after her best friend died. She’d been working on it with him, but he didn’t make it through to the end, so she released it as a homage to him or something. I think it’s really beautiful. Call me sappy, I don’t care.”

“Why would I do that?” Dazai placed his finger under my chin and lifted my head, meeting my gaze with a soft smile. “If Chibi thinks it’s beautiful, that means is must be beautiful~ Since Chibi is the most beautiful thing in the world~”

“S-Shut up…” I muttered as I moved my head and hid my face again, getting a chuckle out of him. We were still new to our actual relationship, so the softer flirting embarrassed me. It also sometimes reminded me of that place, though I never told him. He didn’t know about that place, and I wanted it to stay that way.

“You really like this artist, huh?” Dazai asked after a moment and I slowly nodded. “Yeah,” I whispered without moving my head. “She’s good. The music’s complicated and loud enough to keep me focused but it also helps keep me from singing along.”

“Does she tour?”

“Dazai, you are not taking me to go see her in concert. I don’t even know when she’s coming to Japan next.”

“Alright, fine. But I’ll keep an eye out, don’t worry.” He pressed another light kiss to my forehead and my cheeks flushed a little more as I tried burying myself deeper into him. He snorted and ran a hand over my head, letting his fingers get tangled in my hair and gently working the knots that had developed overnight out. “Your hair’s getting long.”

“I know.”

“Are you gonna cut it?”

“Probably not this time. I want to try having it long.”

“I think long hair will suit you.”

“You just want something to grab when I’m being a brat.”

“That is a benefit, I will admit~ But it’ll look so good with Chibi’s dresses~”

“What is with you and those damn dresses?”

“Chibi looks go pretty in them~ Like a god sent into my life~”

“...Osamu, you’re a dork.”

“What did you call me?”

“I called you mackerel, stupid mackerel.”

“No you didn’t. That doesn’t even sound like what you said! I think you said my name! Chibi called me by my name!”

“Wha- No I didn’t!”

“Yes, you did!”

“No, I didn’t you stupid-” He shut me up with a well-timed kiss as he pushed me down onto the bed, rolling us over so that I was on my back and he was above me. I gave in easily, kissing back as I moved to grip his hair, letting him have full access to my mouth as he wanted. We were still working out how to be gentle with each other, since we both knew just how rough we could go and were used to being, but I didn’t mind. The gentler times gave us a chance to figure out my “subspace” or whatever it was called so that we knew how to deal with it during our rougher nights.

I just wished I remembered more after I slipped that night.

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hi! it’s me the anon who requested best sellers such as “shy shy shy” and “the perils of dating you” (im gonna just call myself anon 🐰 since i’m in here all the time😭) but i’m back with another req!!

this time it’ll be

-gunwook x male reader

-gunwook having a crush (confession included) on reader

-fluff/humor

-same year/university au!

it’s readers birthday and gunwook has always had a crush on reader. they share a lot of the same classes and same friend group but he never had the chance to talk (or confess) to reader so this year he decides to leave presents on readers desks for his birthday leading up to his big confession!

maybe throw in some challenges for gunwook (like maybe an older brother sung hanbin oop🤭) but you can go about this however you want you always do a great job in your writing!

-🐰

The perils of confessing to you~

pairing: park gunwook x male reader

genre: university au on some crack (same verse as perils of asking and sunbaenim), fluff, humour

tw/tags: planning confession, pining, gunwook’s hyung and gyuvin ftw, pda, flirting, yes gunwook’s hyung is the scarier park brother, hanbin being equally scary, it’s giving overprotective but unhinged, cheesy messages (I also cringe), lots of banter, we’ll never know what the final gift was

wc: 1928

Summary: gunwook plans to confess to you on your birthday. The plan doesn’t exactly go as planned.

a/n hi 🐰anon! Tysm for sending such fun reqs, I really never thought I could write this much comedy bc I’m really not a funny person. This fic took a diff direction from what I had in mind but I hope you like it! And since it’s the same au, gunwook’s hyung and Gyuvin are dating, it is canon~

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It wasn’t that Gunwook was used to winning.

Sure, he had an impressive track record. Medals from debate competitions and football matches, consistent class president or vice president certificates for every year that he was in school. Sure he was successful. But that wasn’t because he won at everything he did, 100% success rate without trying.

No, it wasn’t that Gunwook was used to winning, it’s that he knew how to win. His strategy was foolproof, carefully tweaked and reworked to fit the goal he was trying to achieve.

And now? The goal was different.

It was, arguably, the most important of Gunwook’s life and he wanted to win desperately.

The goal? Confess to you with a 99.99% success rate of you saying yes.

And like any other goal that he’s had, Gunwook had to make a plan. A winning strategy. And no, it wouldn’t be long or complicated or fussy. Gunwook liked his plans to be as simple as possible. Simple is best, he’d like to think.

So yes, Gunwook’s plan to confess to you consisted of 4 simple steps. Sounds pretty easy, yeah? Well unfortunately, life is not that simple as Gunwook would soon find out. And confessing to you? Well it might get a little more complicated than he thinks.

1.Start Early

This step was fairly easy. He’s got about a month till your birthday. More time would be ideal but it was still a good number of days. He needed to collect intel, your class schedule for one, he did share a few classes with you. Your likes and dislikes, another important list he needed to make, nothing would throw a wrench in his plans like accidentally doing something that would make you angry or annoyed or upset. Huh, maybe he could-

“Gunwook?”

His laptop slams shut. Gunwook sends out a prayer to the universe that he looks normal and not at all scheming about how to confess to you as he lifts his head to meet your curious stare. You fidget a little, nibbling slightly at your bottom lip.

Cute, he thinks. No Gunwook, now is not the time.

“Sorry, is it not a good time?” You hesitate and he’s scrambling to reassure you. In his head, of course. No scrambling will be witnessed by you.

“No, no, it’s all good. I wasn’t working on anything important.” Spectacular acting, great job.

“Oh! Okay, uh well your hyung was looking for you and um, I think he said you weren’t answering your phone? Something about dinner, I think. And yeah, just happened to see you there.” You laugh a little as Gunwook’s unbothered expression took a shade similar to panic.

“Oh! Oh shit- uh, I mean, I’m sorry.” Cool, Gunwook, be cool. Come on. 

“It’s really no problem.” You assure him and wow, your smile is really nice. He wants to stand there in appreciate it for a moment but-

“Um, so would you need to go?” Ah shit.

“Right! Right!” You watch as he hurriedly packs his things, stuffing them into his bag and making to leave. Then, he pauses and turns back to you.

“I’ll see you around?”

You’re not quite sure why it’s phrased like a question but-

“Yeah, see you when I see you.” 

Gunwook doesn’t see the way you watch his retreating back, wishing that maybe you could’ve-

2. Form a Reliable Team

“So let me get this straight. You want me to help you confess to Sung junior?”

“...yes hyung.”

“And you want to do it for his birthday?”

“Well, I was thinking maybe it starts a little earlier than his birthday, one gift every day leading up to it for a week?”

“Mhmm and where will you get the money to buy all these gifts?

“...maybe 3 days before?”

“Okay, sounds reasonable.”

“Soo, can you help with this?”

“Wookie.” Gunwook looks at his hyung whose expression seems to waver between encouragement and exasperation.

“You know I love you and I will always support you especially when your feelings are so sincere. And Hanbin-hyung is one of the nicest people I know. Seriously, he is. But you do know that he gets a little crazy when it comes to his younger brother?”

“More like insane.” Gyuvin chimes in and Gunwook just remembers that his hyung’s boyfriend is there too. “Seriously I’m glad that I ended up-”

“You’re glad you ended up what, huh?” Gunwook and Gyuvin collectively flinch, all too familiar with that tone.

“Nothing aein~”

“Mhmm that’s what I thought.”

“Saranghae~” Ugh, right in front of Gunwook’s dinner? Really?

“I love you more Gyuvinie~” God, Gyuvin’s got heart eyes and he’s leaning and nope-

“Gross, hyung. We’re in public.”

His hyung raised an eyebrow, looking at the empty restaurant they were in, save for another couple tucked in the back corner doing exactly what his hyung and Gyuvin would be if he wasn’t sitting with them.

“Mhmm, public, you say. Wookie, you’re a smart boy, tell me, who’s paying for your dinner?”

“...you hyung.”

“And why are we eating here?”

“Because I like the food here.”

“And why should we let hyung do what he wants?”

“Because hyung loves me very much and he’s allowed to love his boyfriend as much as he wants too.” Gunwook recites dutifully.

“Very nice, Wookie, you’re so smart, that’s exactly what I thought.”

Gunwook shoves more food into his mouth, pointedly avoiding eye contact with either of them. Gyuvin’s eyes have gotten so wide that they look like they’re about to pop out of his head. He also looks either like he’s absolutely terrified or completely in love. Maybe a bit of both.

‘Gyuvinie~”

“...Yes aein?”

“Tell me, who’s the scarier Park here?”

“...You are, aein.”

“That’s what I thought.

Maybe Gunwook should rethink the whole confessing thing. If this was what a relationship looked like, he wasn’t sure if he wanted that. You do, a traitorous voice in the back of his head whispers. 

…Yes he does.

2. Form a Reliable Team 

Have semi-supportive hyungs that make you feel single and motivate you to confess even more

3. Make Thoughtful slogans and posters Gifts

They’ve got one class where the professor likes them seated alphabetically, mostly so she can call on someone and also look them right in the eye while she does. Gunwook hates it. He didn’t come to college to feel like he was in highschool again. The only good thing about it was he knew exactly where you sat and no one would be taking your seat by mistake.

His first gift is your favourite snack. He’s seen you eating enough times to deduce that. But also, you told him one day when he asked about it. Because past him knew that future him was going to need it, definitely so. 

Your face immediately lights up when you see it. Gunwook fist pumps under his desk. He watches inconspicuously as you carefully tuck the snack into your bag and take the note he left with it (type-written because he’s not sure if you’ll recognise his handwriting but also he’s lent you notes before so he doesn’t want to take any chances).

I noticed this was your favorite~ did you know you’re my favourite too? Enjoy! Sincerely, your secret admirer

Your cheeks flush a little and Gunwook resists the very real urge to jump up from his desk and do a little happy dance. Luckily the professor comes in and stops him from doing so.

The next day, he gives you a teddy bear.

Well, more like Ricky does. After much convincing, his hyung had gotten one of his friends from the foreign student society to hand it to you. Gunwook had to make sure it was someone neither of you knew well, you know, to keep it lowkey.

Here’s something to cuddle, hope I get to cuddle with you too~ 

His hyung outright snorted when he read the note.

“God Wookie, Gyuvinie says cheesy things like that all the time but this really makes me want to-”

He stops himself. 

“Well at least I know you really like him.”

“...Did you think I didn’t?”

“Ah no, not really, you always get this really stupid look when he’s around.”

That’s rich coming from someone whose boyfriend looks equally stupid when they’re around. Not that Gunwook would say that out loud. He values his life, thank you very much.

“Also you try to act cool, it’s funny. Ah, ah, don’t look at me like that, I’m your hyung, you can’t fool me Wookie.”

Yeah he really can’t.

The day before your birthday, Gunwook prepared your birth flower for you.

He’s still thinking of a way to pass it to you without giving himself away when Sung Hanbin corners him, a manic look in his eyes.

“It’s you, isn’t it?” Ahh shit.

“It is.” Because honesty is the best policy. The older boy seemed to be taken aback. What? Did he expect Gunwook to deny it?

“You want to date my little brother?”

“Yes, hyung.”

“You think you deserve to date him?”

“I think I deserve a chance to tell him how I feel and whether he accepts my feelings is entirely up to him.”

“...your hyung wasn’t lying when he said you were smart.”

Now they’re just staring at each other. Hanbin looks a little less crazy so Gunwook takes a deep breath and says.

“I just really, really like him, hyung.

Hanbin’s silent for a moment. Then, he smiles. It’s absolutely terrifying.

“Fuck it up once and I’ll make sure they never find you.”

“Yes hyungnim.”

“Right. Good. Now where’s his gift for today? I’ll make sure he gets it.”

4. Prepare a Winning speech Confession

Somehow Gunwook manages to make it out of there alive, all limbs intact. It’s a miracle. But there’s no time to waste.

It’s today.

He’s got it all planned. A note’s been delivered to you saying that your last gift is waiting for you at the famous brick wall building on campus. He’s dressed a little nicer than usual. Your gift is tucked safely in his back pocket.

Everything will go smoothly. You’ll come over. He’ll confess to you. And hopefully, Gunwook really hopes you say yes.

He’s a little nervous. What if you don’t show up? What if he messes up his confession? (Yes, he spent days putting one together, it’s harder than doing a campaign speech, the struggle is real). What if you say n-

“Are you my gift?”

Gunwook looks up. You’re smiling at him, holding onto the note he sent. This is it. This is the moment he’s been preparing for.

“Please don’t feel pressured but I just wanted you to know that I really like you and if you accept my feelings-”

“I like you too.”

Wait what?

Well, there goes his speech. He stares at you, wide-eyed, mouth slightly open.

“I thought you were really cute the day our hyungs introduced us.” You tell him, a little flustered but pleasantly flushed. “And I wanted to get close to you but I’m not really good at that and it really took me a long time to convince Hanbin-hyung to stop hovering and I was really scared that he had scared you off the other day but he didn’t and you asked me to come here and I-”

You take a deep breath and Gunwook’s never been happier than when you say-

“I just really like you, Gunwook-ah.”

In a second, he’s closing the gap between you two, hesitating slightly before taking your hands in his, holding them gently.

“Happy Birthday~”

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Glitch into the Hufflverse Chapter 13: Curiousity Killed the Cat

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Marvin, Jackieboy, Jackie, JJ and Bro all appear in a cooperate looking office space- a big wooden table with office chairs right in the middle. The surface is filled with magic books and trinkets and gadgets in various states of repair.

"Hmm." Jackie looks around. "Nice place, I guess."

Jackieboy strides in and calls out, "Chaseee! You here?"

There's a groan and then another man in a dark gray hat and gray shirt rolls out on a desk chair into the hallway. "Jackie I keep telling you this space isn’t rented for you all to have a second place to-" He then blinks in surprise at the new men. "...what the hell?"

JJ gives a cheerful wave. Hello! It's nice to meet you.

"This is pretty confusing for you, huh?" Jackie says. "Well, hello. Your friends said that you were Chase. Nice to meet you. I'm Jackie and JJ and this is Chase. We're from another universe. And yeah, that sounds absurd, but it's true." He's getting pretty tired of explaining this over and over. How did Alt and Bro handle it on all their adventures?

“You got the sales pitch down pat, Jackie, nice.” Bro laughs.

Chase looks freaked out and looks at Marvin and Jackieboy in confusion. Jackieboy just shrugs, “I’m not sure I get it either- they don’t even know what being an ego means.”

“I’m messaging Hen and Jamie right now,” Marvin says, already clicking on his phone. “Trying to offer them a portal-“

“Okayyy uh- nice to meet you too, everyone?” Chase says timidly. He gets up then pushes his chair into the room and strides over, messing with his hair, “…you guys sure this isn’t just some weird dream?”

Jackieboy pinches Chase and the father yelps in equal parts pain and surprise. Then he glares at Jackieboy while the latter just grins. “What? Now you know it’s not a dream!”

"Yeah, we don't know what the hell an ego is!" Jackie says, exasperated.

Well, an ego is a thing in psychology, JJ says thoughtfully. Apparently it depends on which practice you're talking about, though. Don't ask me the details, I'm not the one in my world with a psych minor.

"I don't think they're talking about psychology when they call us that, though," Jackie points out.

I'm just saying, it could help explain things if we knew, JJ says. I think... it means... personality? Generally? Like, alter egos.

"Alter egos is the closest thing," Marvin says looking up from his phone. "But it's... complicated. I guess this is the best time to explain." He snaps and appears on the table, sitting cross-legged.

"I dunno how it works where you are... and its weird to think of it differently for us. But we're... figments.  Facets of our creator, Jacksepticeye's, mind. He created us and... we don't know how but now we... exist on our own. We don't have memories or lives before we were made- just a purpose that Jack gave us when he made us. But... he's also letting us figure out who we are as our own people. And in all sense and purposes... we are just as much human as anyone else... except that our life forces and power depend on Jack and our popularity with his fans."

Jackie and JJ stare at Marvin as he speaks, eyes getting wider. ...well then, JJ finally says. That's... strange.

"Y-yeah, that's not a thing where we're from!" Jackie says. He glances at JJ and Bro. "I mean, we're all from different places but I'm assuming that's the thing. How it 'works' where I'm from is that I'm like—an actual human being who wasn't spontaneously birthed from someone's mind v—"

Hey, just because they were created a different way doesn't mean they're not human! JJ interrupts. Marvin just went out of the way to say that they are!

"Okay yeah sure but like—my life force doesn't depend on my Jack, or on anyone else's!" Jackie protests. "I like—grew up! I had a childhood! I went to school! I made friends!"

Bro looks similarily freaked out, "Y-Yeah I... I remember growin up with my brother! I-I went to Uni- I... this is all insane...!" 

"I always wondered what uni would be like- or knowing what it was like to be a kid," Jackieboy muses with a light laugh. 

Jackie, Bro please calm down, JJ says, getting closer to Jackie. Take deep breaths.

"I'm not some fucking creation!” Jackie’s voice cracks. “A-and if it turned out I was, I would—I would kill whoever decided my life was gonna turn out this way!"

You don't mean that! JJ says, stunned.

Jackie deflates a little. "No, I-I don't. Especially if my life depended on them. But I would—I would at least beat them up a little." He absentmindedly brushes his eye-patch, disguising it as adjusting his hair.

JJ looks at him sympathetically, and sighs. I'm sure that in this world, Jack doesn't actually control these guys. He just... made them. You know?

"Yeah Jack doesn't control us- he just... vibes really. He used to watch over us more but..." Jackieboy says quietly.

"...Anti put him in a coma. He's been asleep for a long time." Chase adds, looking sad.

"Some of us he gives more attention to- some of us less. ...we have a bit more freedom now but- He never really sat around and bossed us around." Marvin says with a shrug.

JJ's eyes widen. Oh... I'm sorry about that.

"C-coma?" Jackie's eyes widen. "I... guess that's sort of like what's going on with Jack in my world..." But honestly he thinks his Jack has it worse. He shakes his head, putting the situation out of his mind. "How are you not freaking out about this like Bro and I are, JJ?"

Well... it's another difference between worlds, JJ says. In this one, people have the ability to... create other people. It's... very bizarre to think about, but there must be stranger worlds out there.

"Yeah- just cuz we're created here doesn't invalidate your experiences," Marvin tries to say gently.

"That's why we all look so similar though," Chase says, "Cuz technically we're all... based on the same guy, you know?"

"S'why I like to think we're like brothers- even if we aren't!" Jackieboy grins. "Though I guess if you guys are... us in other universes... that would explain why you look the same. S'like a comic book!"

"Of course that's how you rationalize it, Jackie." Marvin laughs.

JJ blinks. I suppose... It was always a bit strange how we all looked similar. The only two who are related in my world are Jack and Anti, they're cousins. Why did the rest of us look like each other?

"Oh fuck, Anti!" Jackie snaps to attention. "Okay so you guys probably know about Anti, right? He was in that shop we appeared in, a-and he took two of our friends away—Schneep and Alt. Judging by your reactions earlier, this Anti is bad. W-we have to figure out where he took them. Can you guys help?"

The rest of them all stiffen at the mention of Anti.

"Ah fuck right- course Anti stuck his nose in this..." Chase grumbles.

"Anti is notoriously hard to track down..." Marvin sighs, "He usually goes into electronics or a pocket dimension so we can't find him... What are your friends like? ...he might..."

"...maybe we shouldn't scare them, Marv..." Jackieboy says quietly.

"Hey. Other me. Look. Listen." Jackie looks directly in Jackieboy's eyes. "I think it's better if we know how fucked up your Anti is. I can't promise we won't be freaked out, especially if he wants to do some shit to Alt and Schneep, but it's never a good idea to go in blind."

We've dealt with a lot, JJ says, if that helps.

Jackieboy sighs heavily and crosses his arms, "... he's hurt us a lot. He's trying to... find new way to make puppets... especially if they're powerful like Marv."

Bro goes pale, his eyes widening, "...no...!"

Marvin looks away and holds his arms, "... w-we can do our best to help you find them but..u-until they're back out in the world... i-it's impossible to find them."

JJ blinks, color draining from his face. There's no way to get into his pocket realm?

“He controls it completely…” Marvin says timidly. “He’s.. much more powerful than us. He’s connected to Jack.. they’re like - half of each other.”

"Fucking puppets!" Jackie throws his hands in the air. "Why's there always someone who does mind control shit?! Why is that a constant?!"

“Constant? You’ve been to other places huh? God… even outside of here people like us deal with that…” Chase sighs.

Jackieboy grips his arms, “It’s probably cuz of Anti. That’s his thing. Mind control- making puppets. If other things like him exist where you are all… that need for control probably follows.”

"Bro here's been to more worlds than me and JJ," Jackie says, gesturing to him. "But... from what I've seen... a lot of mind control stuff." He laughs dryly. "I guess we can include 'bitch who wants to control shit' in our list of things to expect in other worlds. Though... in my world, that guy is human. Just with some strong magic."

Not in mine. JJ shakes his head. Distorter was human once, but not anymore.

Bro sighs heavily, "Yeah it's... god I thought most of the time it was just because Mag was around but... guess not. Magnificent is a bit of... both? He's not... really human anymore.. but my Jackie says he once was..." he says, holding his arm. "But yeah- Mag is another... control freak to put it way mildly."

The egos look sympathetic and nod, "I'm sorry you all... that must be hard." Marvin says quietly. "We... all know what that feels like."

"Marv more than anyone-" Jackieboy grumbles.

"Yeah... I bet you guys do." Jackie nods.

Then, there's a burst of tealish magic in the corner and two people appear out of it. Well- one is dragging the other.

"Jamie- I swear! I have a lot of paperwork to do I do not have time for-!" A man dressed in mint green scrubs and a white coat says. Then, he looks up and his jaw drops. "...mein gott-"

The other man looks just like JJ- same mustache in a blue vest and white dress shirt with a black bowtie on and a bowler hat. He blinks and then smiles happily and waves. Oh hello all! This is... so strange- but also exciting! He signs. 

JJ smiles and waves back. Hello! It is very exciting, isn't it? Always good to meet someone new, especially when that person is you.

Jackie laughs a little. "Alright, we're gonna zoom through the explanations. I'm Jackie, this is JJ, and this is Chase—or Bro. We're from other universes, we're not fucking... creations or whatever you guys are in this world. We have two friends, Alt and Schneep, who got caught by your Anti."

JJ shakes his head. Not giving them much time to process, are you?

"I just want everyone to be on the same page."

The doctor and other JJ blink slowly- processing the information.

"...that was a lot of information to process in 30 seconds..." The doctor mutters.

Other JJ giggles- or makes the motion of giggling by covering his mustache with his hand as his shoulders shake. Hello! I'm Jameson- this is Henrik.

"Dr. Henrik Von Schneeplestein," the doctor says grumpily.

Don't mind him. He doesn't like being interrupted during his work. But I figured this was important. Jameson signs.

JJ nods, giggling a little. Oh, my Schneep is the same way—though he's not a doctor, he takes his 'work' seriously.

"I am... fascinated how you managed to travel universes to get here... but besides that I do not know how I can be of assistance.." Henrik sighs.

"Oh yeah- how did you all get here anyways? We just found you in Phantom's shop." Jackieboy asks.

"Well... there are these weird rifts that open up," Jackie says. "They only suck in the five of us, but... yeah, they take the five of us to a new world." He shakes his head. "I don't really understand it, honestly. Apparently they're a new thing?"

I think Alt said something about them appearing after he and Chase here went to another world and lost their device to control their travels, JJ recalls.

"Yeah- me and my brother Alt we... we used to travel more using a machine we got from a place called IRIS but it broke... and afterwards the rifts have been showing up and just dumping us random places." Bro explains.

"Huh... that is... unusual..." Henrik mumbles. "I mean... in theory it makes sense. Wormholes are usually random phenoniums but we're trying to figure out how to predict them... perhaps its the same principle."

“Maybe?” Jackie mumbles. “I don’t know anything about any of this, to be honest. I just wanna get home. But looks like we can’t do that for a while, so we should focus on finding our friends who Anti took.”

Your other friends already told us some about your Anti, JJ says, jerking his head towards Jackieboy, Marvin, and Chase. Apparently we can’t find our friends while they’re in his pocket realm.

Oh... yes I've heard as much.... maybe they will... turn up soon? Jameson tries to sign hopefully, giving them a sympathetic smile.

"Yes... hopefully not too... corrupted." Henrik says quietly.

JJ shudders. He doesn’t like the implications of ‘corrupted’ at all.

Jackieboy suddenly jolts and goes to pull out his phone from his pocket. His eyes widen. Then, he sprints to look outside the window. "uhhh guys?? .. I think we have a problem..."

“Problem? What kind of problem?” Jackie also rushes to the window. JJ is close behind.

When they look outside there's.... Alt and Schneep. But both of them look... off. Alt looks up at all the faces and smirks cruelly, waving up at them.

"...I take it those are your friends...?" Jackieboy asks quietly.

Jackie’s heart sinks. “Yeah… that’s them. But they’re—different.”

Bro inhales sharply at seeing them, “Christ…! W-what happened? That’s… that’s not Alt-“ 

JJ stumbles back from the window. That must be what your Anti does, he says, shivering. We have to do something!

“Like what?!” Jackie asks.

Snap them out of it!

“Okay, yeah, but I get the feeling they’re not gonna just let that happen.” Jackie tightens his grip on his staff. “We have to prepare!”

Marvin jumps off the table and then makes room to look- and then pales.  “Ohhh no. That’s not good-“

“What is Marv?” Chase asks.

“I know you all don’t remember it much but… r-remember when I made that deal with Anti and he possessed me…?”

“Oh… oh god-“ Jackieboy whispers.

“And uhhh r-remember Illusion…?” Marvin says even quieter.

“Oh fuck really???” Jackie says louder.

"One of them is possessed?!" Jackie stares in the window's direction with narrowed eyes. "Oh shit. Ohhhh shit. I-I mean, the Anti in my world can possess people too, but—not like that."

Alt seems to see Jackie’s expression and grins wider- his black sclera eye flashing brighter green.

And what's Illusion? JJ asks.

"I'm gonna guess it's something related to mind control," Jackie says.

“…yes-“ Marvin says with a wince, “Anti tried this t-technique on me and it… m-made me a glitch like him. E-Erased my memories and made me forget my brothers- made me… l-like him.” He says shakily. “I’m so sorry I… I didn’t think he’d ever t-try that again…! But I… I recognize it- the glitches coming off your friend…”

"Well... s-some of those glitches are normal for him, but... not in that way," Jackie says. "But that's a long story! Let's talk about it later!"

“What the fucking hell…” Bro breathes in horror. Then he narrows his eyes in determination. “Being freaked out about this isn’t going to save them. Jackie’s right- let’s prepare for a fight.”

“Marvin and me can back you up! Right, Marv?” Jackieboy says. Marvin nods. He looks at the others. “Jameson- can you get Chase and Schneep somewhere safe?” Jamie nods.

“If anyone is injured..  come see us at the hospital.” Henrik says with a nod.

“G-Good luck guys… sorry we can’t be much help but- we’re kinda just… regular guys.” Chase says with a nervous laugh.

"Hey, I'm a regular guy, and there's no way in hell I'm going to let them get away with whatever they're gonna do." Jackie shakes his head. "But if you don't think you can help, you know your capabilities better than me. Get somewhere safe."

JJ's eyes turn blue with power and he pulls his mask back down onto his face. I'm ready when you all are. No doubt they'll appear soon.

Jameson makes a portal and smiles at the rest of them, Good luck.

“We’ll meet them outside… we don’t want them destroying the building…” Jackieboy says.

“Thanks for that!” Chase calls as he and Henrik head through the portal with Jameson.

Marvin closes his eyes and the others find themselves turning green before they appear on the asphalt road outside.

Alt grins and laughs sinisterly. It sounds like him- but it’s clearly not. “Check it out, Schneep! Your friends are here~ ready to show them a fun time?”

“Fuck that! Let our friends go!” Bro shouts, his eyes glowing bright blue.

“Hmmm lemme think about it… no.” Alt laughs with condensation.

Schneep giggles manically. "Yes, yes. Let's do it—"

"Schneep what the fuck?!" Jackie gasps. "What the hell happened to you?! If you could see yourself right now I don't think you'd recognize your reflection!"

"I-is that a bad th-thing?" Schneep grins, and suddenly leaps closer to Jackie. "I-I don't think I c-care right now. Come, Jackie. L-let's see how good you are." And suddenly, Jackie feels pain in his stomach as Schneep shoves a pair of scissors into his abdoment.

Jackie yells out, mostly in surprise, and scrambles backwards, making Schneep pull the scissors out. He laughs and turns to Marvin and Jackieboy. "You two are new! Let's see how you are, too!" He leaps over to them and slashes at Marvin.

“Jackie!” Bro yells in shock and looks at Schneep with wide eyes, “S-Schneep stop! Wake up!”

Marvin yells in surprise and holds up a shield just in the nick of time. “This is sick Anti! Let these guys go!”

“Nope~! You all were getting boringgg so let’s do this now!” Alt giggles and then glitches so he’s behind JJ. He makes a knife out of green magic and tries to slash JJ across the back.

JJ’s eyes widen and he spins around, blocking Anti’s—Alt’s?—attack with a glowing blue shield. “A-Alt—!” He breathes out in his rough voice. He tries curving the shield around him, aiming to pin his arms to his sides.

Alt grins wide and glitches out of JJ's magic, giggling. "Careful there- that sounds painful~!" He laughs cruelly before jumping to try to slash at JJ again.

JJ tries conjuring another shield but isn't fast enough, and Alt's knife slashes across his chest. He cries out and staggers back. And anger suddenly surges in his heart. How dare this—this otherworld thing use his friend to hurt him?! His eyes flash, and he throws out a bolt of magic, half blue, half red.

Meanwhile Jackieboy narrows his eyes at Schneep before cracking his knuckles and going to try to punch him in the face.

Schneep hears Jackieboy move before he does and leaps out of the way. He laughs. “Oh! You are like that, I see! How exciting!” He whirls on him and slashes at him instead.

Jackieboy almost manages to catch Schneep's hand but gets nicked in his attempt. "Jesus! You're fighting with scissors?!" 

“Hey!” Jackie grits his teeth through the pain and swings his staff at Schneep to distract him.

The staff cracks against Schneep’s head and he whirls over to look at Jackie. “Oh? You want more?” He laughs madly.

When Schneep tries to whirl on his other self Jackieboy growls and tries to swipe Schneep's feet out from under him.

Schneep leaps out of  the way of Jackieboy's attack. "Y-you are s-such a noisy attacker!" He laughs. Then he leaps away from Jackieboy and appears behind Marvin. "And you! C-come join the fun!" He makes to stab him.

Marvin gasps and whips around and blasts a bolt of green blue fire at Schneep. "S-Stay back!"

Schneep ducks to the ground, dodging the fire with a laugh. It singes his hair a little bit but doesn't do any damage. "No, I think I won't!" He lunges forward to stab again, and Jackie tries to grab him from behind to stop him, but is too slow.

Alt laughs madly and twirl his knife around, ready to go again. But then he sees the bolt of red and he freezes for a second and just barely manages to use his knife to block the blast. "Hit a nerve there, Jackson?" Alt giggles. 

JJ grits his teeth and fires off more magic, this one going out in a wave—and the same blue and red color.

Alt glitches out of the way and hums, "This is getting boring-" He glitches forward towards JJ and smiles more, "C'mon magic man! Give me a real fight!! Or- I guess you don't wanna hurt your 'friend' who's body I stole hm?"

JJ's eyes flash red—literally. And he sends out a great blast of magic at Anti.

Alt's eyes widen and he's sent skidding back against the ground from the blast. He coughs and his eyes flicker slightly as he tries to push himself up. He coughs up a little bit of black blood and grins, "T-That's better!" He laughs unhingedly and then glitches to be back over by JJ in a burst of lightning and glitches. He tries to blast lightning straight at JJ- 

Marvin tries to blast out another burst of magic but is stabbed in his arm. He yells out and stumbles back, holding the wound. "Schneep!" Bro yells and tries to tackle Schneep to the ground.

Schneep leaps out of the way again, laughing. "Y-you all are so noisy! I h-haven't even needed to use my new power to tell where you are!"

Jackie holds back a growl—apparently Schneep can hear it—and lunges at Schneep while he's laughing. He wraps his staff around him, pinning Schneep between the staff and Jackie's body. Schneep yelps in surprise.

"Jackie jesus!" Bro yells, "C-Careful!"

"I am being careful!" Jackie says. "Someone try to snap him out of this! Schneep! I don't know what the fuck that Anti did to you, but this isn't you!"

Schneep laughs. "Y-you all keep saying that! Y-you all are wrong! I was wrong! This buzzing static i-is not a bad omen, i-it is a blessing!" He throws his head backwards, smashing it into Jackie's face. Jackie yelps and instinctively lets go of one end of the staff to block the blood that starts flowing from his nose. Schneep immediately rushes forward, swinging his open scissors at Bro.

JJ conjures up a shield in time, and the lightning gets—strangely—sucked into the red magic it's made. Jameson grins, unusually fierce, and throws the lightning right back at Anti. 

"W-What?!" Anti whispers in confusion as their magic is absorbed. He's not expecting the lightning to hit him back and he flies back and hits his back against the building before landing in a jittering heap. He struggles to push up his trembling arms, "F-Fucking weak ass h-human body!" He growls.

Marvin seems to shiver as he registers the red magic and his eyes widen. "Jameson careful! U-Using magic like that is dangerous!!"

JJ looks over at Marvin, and then down at the red light dancing around his hands. Dangerous...? What—

Black magic.

He gasps as the realization hits him and he staggers backwards. He didn't even realize what he was doing! He just—wanted so badly to get Anti to stop attacking people—that he—that he attacked Alt to do it. Cold dread fills his stomach, but he shakes it off and tries to freeze Alt in place, his magic back to his usual blue.

Alt's head snaps up and he glitches clumsily out of the way, laughing. Though it sounds forced. "Aw- g-giving up on me already, Jackson? Coward-" 

JJ takes a deep breath. He has to stay calm. He can't let Anti get to him! But—he's shaking slightly. All over his body. It would be so easy to get Anti out of Alt if he used that darker spark of power—No! No, he can't do that!

Bro yelps and tries to block himself but ends up getting slashed across his arm. He growls and builds up energy in his finger then tries to shoot Schneep in the shoulder with electrcity. Schneep dodges, laughing. "Y-you are superhero, yes? I bet you are tough, then!" He keeps slashing, hacking wildly.

Bro tries his best to block Schneep, just taking the hacking against his arms as he tries to bite back pained grunts. "C'mon Schneep! F-Fight this! You're better than this!" He tries to grab Schneep's arm that's holding his scissors.

Schneep shrieks in surprise. Then he laughs some more. The black bars and slashes around him buzz fiercely. "I don't want to fight it, though," he whispers, and tries to punch Bro in the face.

Bro dodges and then uses his hold on Schneep to float them both up in the air. "Well tough! Cuz you need to wake the fuck up dude! I know you don't wanna hurt us like this!"

Schneep blinks in surprise as Bro pulls him up into the air. His feet kick uselessly and he giggles. "How d-delightful! I forget you can f-fly!" He laughs harder. "Oo—do you think I can jump down from here? Do you think I can take you with me?" He grins and tries to leap.

But instead, he just slips out of Bro's grasp and starts to fall.

"Schneep!" Bro yells and rockets down to try to catch him. "A-Are you insane?!"

But Bro isn't fast enough. Schneep lands on the ground hard and gasps as pain snaps through his ankle. He staggers to his feet—then falls again as his ankle refuses to support him. "Hah.. h-haha..." Schneep laughs weakly. "I-I think something has twisted." He tries again, this time managing to stand. He dropped his scissors, but he grabs them again easily enough. "Th-that was n-not supposed to happen. But i-it does not matter."

Bro quickly touches back down and holds his hands out to Schneep. "J-Jesus Schneep! Please- stop this... y-you're hurting yourself!"

"H-have you never hurt yourself?" Schneep asks, giggling. "E-even accidentally?" 

"Not like this!" Bro tries to argue. 

Then he abruptly turns to face Jackieboy and Marvin. "Don't think I've f-forgotten you two!" He throws his scissors in their direction.

Marvin holds out a hand and catches his scissors in his magic then throws them down to the ground, catching them in the asphalt. His eyes burn blue green. "Listen other Schneep- I dunno what Anti has promised you- but as another one of his victims I can tell you- it doesn't mean shit! He just wants chaos! He wants to see you and everyone you love hurt. Is that really what you want?"

"Wh-what's wrong with a little chaos?" Schneep giggles. But his smile seems a bit hollow as he remembers how he really hurt Alt earlier. "C-come on, join the fun!" The scissors disappear from the asphalt and reappear in Schneep's hand as he lunges forward.

Jackie notices JJ standing there, trembling, and rushes over, swinging his staff at Alt's head—maybe he can knock him out!

Alt laughs more, an unhinged expression on his face. "Pathetic! Just like your counterpart here- just a fucking useless mut-!"

The staff hits Alt right on top of the head and his vision doubles and he slams into the floor.

JJ blinks in surprise and looks over at Jackie. "Can you do something to stop him?!" Jackie says.

Shaking himself off, JJ nods. He crouches by Alt's side and pulls his wrists behind his back, using magic to bind them there.

"This Anti's even more of an asshole than mine!" Jackie hisses.

That does make sense, doesn't it? JJ says.

Alt struggles against the two of them and laughs even more, "Your Antis are fucking weak! Just like this one is- and I'll use his body until he falls apart! Weak things like him don't deserve to be an Anti!" He bites out at the end, eyes flashing brighter green. "So- do your worst, bitches. I'd like to see you try to free him~" 

"Ohhh if you knew my Anti, you wouldn't be calling him weak," Jackie mutters. "And if you knew Alt, you wouldn't be calling him that, either. I don't care if you can see his memories while possessing him, which you might not. He is so much stronger than anyone thinks--than even he thinks." He grabs Alt's shoulders and shakes him slightly. "Do you hear that, Alt? You're not weak like this bitch is saying! Don't let him beat you down like that!"

JJ nods. You're a great magician and a great man! You can drive him out!

Something in Alt's eyes flicker and he gasps quietly, suddenly trembling a bit more. At first all he can do is make wheezed whimpers but eventually he tries to croak out, "G-Guys...?" Then he winces and hangs his head, fighting against the pounding inside of it- grabbing every fiber of his soul. "N-ngh-!"

"Yes! Alt!" Jackie nods encouragingly. "We're here for you! I-I know it's hard, but you can fight him off!" He looks over at JJ. "Don't you have any magic that could help?!"

JJ's eyes widen. He's not sure—maybe if he used that other power—no! He can't do that! Taking a deep breath, he reaches out and grabs Alt's arm, hoping that if he sends some of his magic into him, it'll... he's not sure. Give Alt something to latch onto? Help drive out this Anti? Something like that.

Alt pants, suddenly weaker than he has been, staring out at the two of them with cloudy eyes. There's a flicker then he growls and bursts an arm out of the magic and grabs JJ's arm, snarling, "Y-Your weak magic can't save him- none of you can...!"

JJ starts as Alt--Anti--grabbed him. For a moment, the blue glow in his eyes flickers, turning red, and the magic going into Alt's body turns into something else, something burning—

"Jameson!" Jackie looks at him in shock.

Alt yelps slightly as the magic burns him and seems a bit more awake for a second. 

JJ shook his head, magic returning to its normal blue. I didn't mean to do that, he says. That doesn't usually happen.

"Dude, get a hold of yourself, this isn't the time!" Jackie looks back at Alt, staring through him towards the possessing glitch within. "You sure love calling people weak, don't you? You know what I think? I think you're scared. I think that you know that you aren't as strong as you appear, and you know that all of us together can drive you out, so you try to tell us we aren't. Don't listen to him, Alt! He's just a little bitch."

Anti grabs the reins from Alt again and grins coldly at Jackie, baring sharp teeth. "Is that what you tell yourself? Think yourself strong to hide how scared shitless you are? I can tell from the way you fight J̵a̵c̶k̵i̷e̷, you're scared of yourself, aren't ya? All you fuckers are. I know you weaklings ain't got nothing on me. I'm eternal. I got all these pussies wrapped around my fingers. This is all just a fun game for me~!" 

Jackie jerks backwards slightly. Scared of himself? Is that—is that true? No, he knows his capabilities. And—that's the problem, isn't it? He knows what he could do if he really let loose. And he doesn't want to be the person who did those things anymore.

"Shut up!" JJ shouts, voice rasping as his eyes turned red once more, burning magic flowing into Alt again. 

Alt gasps out in pain and his eyes fill with red and red cracks crawl across his skin. He almost falls against JJ and Jackie as he grits his teeth against the magic. There seems to be an outline of glitches rising slightly above Alt- almost like... is the black magic forcing Anti out? His eyes flicker as he pants and tries to laugh, "K-Keep on hitting the nerves huh? You got quite the temper hidden, don't ya Jamie~?" 

JJ jerks backwards in surprise. A temper? No, he doesn't have a temper. Does he? This is just—an exception to how he usually is. And—maybe it's an exception he should lean into. Because he's doing something. His face darkens and he forces more of that magic at Anti, a cold so deep it burns.

"Jameson!" Jackie actually scoots backwards in shock.

Alt screams now, his back arching as more red crawls across his skin and it burns-! Anti hates the feeling- he wants it out- out! In a burst of static and glitches a form bursts out of Alt's body and then glitches to its knees on the road behind them. He's twitching and trembling- red cracks on him too as he curses. "F-Fucking! Black magic b̷̡̈ȕ̷̻l̵̤̋l̵̫̇s̵͍͝ḣ̸̙ị̶͝t̷̲̄-!"

Alt's eyes partially roll back into his head as he slumps forward, black magic stark on his skin and all the evidence of his possession still present.... like his slit throat.

"Alt!" Jackie glances at Anti for a moment, but then turns his attention to the fucking bleeding throat wound that Alt is suffering from. "Alt! Fuck! I-I thought that would go away! Jameson!"

JJ shakes his head and looks at Alt as well—and any lingering anger is pushed back by fear. He grabs onto Alt again, trying to heal him. Trying—trying to heal him—trying—why isn't it working? He grits his teeth and whispers the spell under his breath over and over.

Alt chokes and gurgles slightly, and- the healing spell isnt working. If anything- the red cracks seem to get brighter and spread out more. 

Marvin meets Schneep and makes a shield that looks like a card made of transparent magic. He pushes Schneep back with the shield and bares his teeth. "Chaos only hurts those around you! Nothing good comes of it!"

Schneep presses his hands against Marvin's shield, putting his face an inch from its surface. "A-are you sure?" It doesn't sound taunting. It sounds... like a genuine question. And yet, as he asks it, he turns the scissors in his hand around and tries to stab them through the shield.

Marvin lets his guard down- thinking he's getting through to Schneep. But then, his scissors hit with so much force the shield shatters and Marvin flies back, trying to cover up his face from the burst magic. Jackieboy quickly catches him, "Marv!" 

Bro tries to grab Schneep's arm again-

But Schneep slips away, leaping forward again, eyes full of static as he tries to slash at Marvin. Yes—this is fun! This is what he wants!

Marvin scrambles back to try to get away, Jackieboy trying to help him- But Schneep manages to slash across Marvin's leg, making him cry out. Marvin growls and tries to throw fire back at Schneep. Schneep leaps out of the way, appearing behind Jackieboy as he slashes some more. Jackieboy yells out as he's slashed and whirls around trying to grab Schneep and punch him.

Bro looks between the two groups with conflicted eyes- and sees Anti out of his brother. Just seeing him makes him roar in rage as he tackles the glitch and tries to punch him over and over. "Y-You fucker! What the fuck did you do to my brother?!"

Anti isnt expecting this and he's too weak to pull away. But, he laughs like a maniac and grins at Bro, "I gave him a taste of strength~! Probably his last taste! Seems like your healer got too into kicking my ass to save your precious baby bro, Chase~!"

JJ's eyes widen in panic. No no no no! He can't let Alt die! Why isn't this working?! He quickly lets go of Alt and stares down at his hands. Work! Work damn you! The magic flakes swirling around his fingers are still bright red. He tries to concentrate. Come on! What has he done?!

What he had to.

"Nn—!" JJ clutches his head. No! If he'd known that this would be the consequence, he wouldn't have tried it at all! He didn't have to do it. Why did he think he had to?! There could've been another way if he tried!

"Jameson, really, get a hold of yourself!" Jackie grabs JJ, shaking him. "Fucking concentrate! The other magician is being attacked by our hypnotized friend, you're the only one who can do this right now!"

JJ nods, taking deep breaths. He has to concentrate. He's not going to risk touching Alt until he has his magic under control, but he's got to try turning it normal again.

Schneep dodges the punch, laughing, and lunging forward again, scissors aimed for Jackie's chest. Jackieboy grabs Schneep's arm and twists it behind his back and throws him to the ground and pins him there. "That's enough! Marv! Help their other friend!"

Schneep shrieks angrily and struggles against Jackieboy's hold. "Let go! Let go!"

"G-Got it!" Marvin says as he rushes over. He sees JJ struggling with his magic and gently cups his hands, "Hey- I know its hard... just- try to picture the light and what you want to fight for, okay?" He smiles and then turns to presses fingers to Alt's neck and mumbles an incantation that starts to heal Alt's wound, stitching the skin back together.

JJ nods slowly. He looks down at his hands again. Picture the light. Picture what he wants to fight for. These guys, of course. His new friends. And all his friends back at home. Marvin, Schneep, Jackie, Anti. What would they say about this? They wouldn't want this for him. As he concentrates on them, the red in his magic slowly fades, the blue returning.

"No!" Anti yells with a snarl but Bro just slams him back into the ground. "Face it fucker! You've lost! Get the fuck out of here before I find out how to kill a figment myself!" The hero yells. 

Anti laughs at this and gives Bro a condensing smirk before starting to turn into pixels. "Fine... this isn't fun anymore. Good luck finding a way home~" He giggles sarcastically before dissolving away into glitches, his laugh echoing in the air.

Once Anti is gone, Bro tears over to crash next to Alt. "Is he okay?!" 

JJ looks at Bro. I—think he'll be fine? he says, a look of uncertainty on his face.

Marvin's magic is making good progress, the wound becoming a mostly closed puffy red scar. Marvin slumps back a bit, sweating as he shudders. "Y-Yeah I... f-focused on closing the muscles back together since t-that's what's most dangerous about a- slit throat..."

"No! Anti! Anti!" Schneep fought harder against Jackieboy's hold. Why did Anti leave him?!

"Jesus, Schneep!" Jackie gets up and walks over to his other self and Schneep. "Wake up! You don't want to be this dependent on someone, do you?!"

"A-Anti—"

"Shut the fuck up about Anti! He's gone, he's left you!"

Schneep glares at him, but... he's right. He's right, isn't he?

Jackieboy holds Schneep down still and just sadly shakes his head, "...I’m sorry... h-he doesn't care for anyone but himself and his fun. W-We'll get all this outta ya okay?"

"D-doesn't care...?" Schneep stutters. "G-get it out?" He blinks, then laughs. "Wh-what if you cannot get it out? I-I am a glitch! I b-broke the laws of the world! S-something must have gone wrong--s-some in—in—un—Unvereinbarkeit!" He struggles against Jackieboy. "This is who I was meant to be!"

“No it’s not!” Jackieboy cries out

The black bars gather around his form as he starts to fizzle, but Jackie lunges forward and helps his other self pin him down, breaking his concentration. "I don't care if you're a glitch or not! Nobody is meant to hurt people!" he snaps.

 “Anti thrives off making people act completely opposite from how they usually are!” Jackieboy continues. “I’m sure you’re not like this normally! Think, dude! Think about what you want- what you fight for!”

"Wh-what I want...?" Schneep blinks.

"Yes!" Jackie shakes him slightly. "What you want! It's not what you think, I can promise you that! Your Anti did terrible things to you, didn't he? Well—right now you're acting a bit like him."

"N-no!" Schneep twists around. "How would you know?!"

"Because of how you've talked about him!" Jackie insists. "Do you want to be compared to that guy?! The guy who tormented your friends?!"

"N-n-n—" Schneep shakes his head. The static in his eyes fades a little, fuzzing away from his irises. The white noise in him still screams for blood, for chaos, for pain. But beneath it, he can hear voices—familiar voices, trying to reach him. He can't quite hear what they're saying, though. "I-Ich—n—"

Alt groans and blearily blinks open his eyes, looking out in confusion. "...mmm...? G...guys...?" He slurs. He tries to look around and push himself up but almost completely slumps back to the floor. "s...sch...nep- where's...?"

JJ points to the side, where the Jackies are dealing with Schneep.

Alt struggles to push himself up, “S-Schneep!” He croaks out, and Bro tries to catch him and hold him up. “Alt careful!”

“Help… I-I gotta h-help-“ Alt breathes then coughs harshly.

“Dude you just had your neck spilt open! We can figure this out…” Bro tries to reason.

JJ half-reaches out, wanting to help support Alt too, but he hesitates. Alt, do you really think you can help? Without pushing yourself? He looks at Bro. He should be able to try, at least... if it won't hurt him.

Alt unsteadily looks at JJ and Bro and nods. “…I c-can take the glitches I… I can handle them. S-Schneep can’t…”

Bro looks wary but he eventually nods. “L-Lemme help you…”

Bro helps Alt over and Alt kneels down next to Schneep, and shakily tries to take his hand. “Hen…? Can you hear me?” He whispers.

Schneep jumps at the surprise touch, too stuck in his inner world to pay attention to the sense of souls approaching. "A-Anti? Nein, Alt. Alt." He squeezes Alt's hand. "I—D-did I... h-hurt? Too much? Again?"

Alt shakes his head, “N-not you…” 

JJ wanders over. What are you planning to do? he asks.

"Whatever it is, do it quick," Jackie says through gritted teeth. "He might start fighting again."

Alt looks at JJ and then pulls up Schneep’s sleeve and tries to find the slash that Anti put the glitches into. He finds the strangely green glitchy cut and closes his eyes before putting his hands over it. “I’m… I’m getting these out of Hen… by giving them somewhere else to go.” His eyes glow bright blue before his body starts to dissolve into pixels. “Like calls to like…” Then he dives into the cut in a collection of pixels.

It hurts at first- uncomfy rough pixels collecting inside Schneep’s skin. Then, the pain and madness starts to recede- clarity returning.

After about a minute Alt is shot back out, first as straight pixels, then he hits the ground and snaps back together. He grits his teeth, eyes shut in pain as red and black glitches vibrate around him and eat at his skin. Then- they fade to his normal blue green color and he slumps, clearly exhausted.

“Woah!” Jackieboy exclaims in surprise. “T-The fuck just happened?? He can glitch like Anti??”

Marvin hovers over Alt with concern. Bro rushes over to help him up. “Alt!”

“‘M okay… ‘m okay I swear…” Alt slurs, eyes rolling a bit in his head.

JJ reaches out as Alt returns but hesitates, unsure.

Schneep gasps, blinking his eyes as if trying to clear something away. The static recedes, and his eyes are their normal—well, not normal, but usually possible—black and turquoise. “Wh-what the fuck…?” He whispers.

“You okay, Schneep?” Jackie asks.

“I-I am fi—mein Gott! I-I am so sorry!” He goes a bit pale as the gravity of his actions fully sink in. “I-I am so—I never thought—I-I tried—”

“Hey, no, it’s okay, we get it,” Jackie reassures him. “These guys do, too. Sounds like they’ve dealt with this Anti fucker a lot.” 

Jackieboy looks sympathetic and nods. “We get it… god we get it man. You’re okay…” 

Jackie looks over at Alt. “Are you sure you’re okay, man? You look out of it.”

Alt’s eyelids flutter as he tries to look at Jackie. He tries to say something but just ends up groaning and slumping against Bro. Bro frowns in worry and feels his forehead. A little warm… at least it seems like those red marks from JJ’s black magic are receding.

He probably needs rest, JJ says. And you all need to… heal. He looks at his hands again, testing to see if his magic is still blue. It is.

“Henrik has a room saved for us in the hospital for hero emergencies,” Marvin explains, “I can take you all there to rest and wrap up our wounds if you’d like? I… it took a lot of magic to make sure that slit throat d-didn’t… you know so I… I probably can’t heal much more.”

“That’d be great, Marvin,” Jackie says, wincing as he stands up. He forgot he got fucking stabbed. “Don’t worry about not healing, really. You kinda had to prioritize.”

“I-I am… so sorry,” Schneep says. “Truly.”

I’m sorry, too, JJ says.

“What? You don’t have to be sorry for anything, Jameson,” Jackie says.

JJ smiles at him weakly but says nothing. He walks over to Schneep and helps him stand up. Schneep mumbles a thank you and reaches out to grab his cane from nowhere.

Marvin gives JJ a knowing look and nods in sympathy. JJ glances back at him, surprised, and then softens a little. If this Marvin knows what that was... well, he's sorry that happened, but he's happy that someone understands.

“It’s okay Schneep…” Bro mumbles, “You couldn’t help it… I’m sorry we let Anti take you..  both of you.”

“Sorry fests aren’t helpful, mates.” Jackieboy sighs and gets to his feet. “Let’s just focus on moving forward, alright?”

Jackie shakes his head, laughing. "Right. No sorry fests. I gotta keep that in mind."

Marvin chuckles a bit at this and nods, closing his eyes and transporting them to the hospital.

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What W2 Wrote in 2023

Considering that I'm prrrrrobably not going to manage to put out anything else this year, yeah, let's do a roundup now while I've got a moment. (Note: Only includes fun stuff; no professional shit here.)

January

I can't even remember January. Nothing happens in Januaries.

February

to the beat of your heart, ch. 3 (MDZS) The ongoing adventures of a self-indulgent happy-ending everybody-lives-and-also-bones WangXian canon-divergent AU; a joint project between my wife and me.

It’s Hard to Say “I Do” When You Don’t (@shousetsubangbang) Original story about a guy whose long-time crush asks him to pretend to be his boyfriend at a family wedding. Fake dating ensues.

March

Kintsukuroi (DMBJ) This heihua piece may be the best thing I've written all year? Look, I'm just very proud of how I made it exactly what I wanted it to be.

April

Head (@shousetsubangbang) This was a last-minute fill because the story I wanted to write failed to make itself writeable. Oh well! Still a funny and cute blowjob.

May

to the beat of your heart, ch. 4 (MDZS)

I want to be where all the stupid shit I say sounds so romantic and true (Guardian, WeiLan) Someday I will write a longer and more complicated series of Guardian sex pollen shenanigans, but until then, enjoy this one.

The Rightful Ruler (The Blood of Youth, Lei Wujie/Xiao Se) Still the only English-language story on AO3 for this pairing! Includes maybe the funniest line I wrote all year? You make the call!

The Doctor is In (Psych-Hunter) I know nobody watched Psych-Hunter, and with good reason, but I did, and I think Jiang Shuo should get to spy on the sexy gay doctor if he wants to.

June

A Single Explosion (DMBJ, Pangxi + Xiao Ge) For PingPang Week, with @pangzi in mind. Here's the missing part of Ultimate Note, where Pangzi takes care of Xiao Ge in the hospital.

Dog (The Disguiser, Ah Cheng/Ming Lou) This was actually written before I saw the post going around about how the sexiest thing one guy can be is another's dog. But it's true!

And I am green, and you are wood (DMBJ/Mystic Nine) Another exchange fic, where Liang Wan gets a chance to meet all of Zhang Rishan's old (boy)friends, especially Ba Ye.

Reverse Cowgirl (Not Gay as in Take Off Your Pants and Jacket, Queer as in Dude Ranch) (@shousetsubangbang) Is this the hottest thing I've ever written for SSBB? Might just be. Lesbian ranch hands recruit a city girl.

July

Stay (Beyond Evil, Oh Jihwa/Yu Jaeyi) Because you know what that show needed? Small town lesbians.

Little Spear (The Blood of Youth, Sikong Qianluo/Xiao Se) This show has some cute het, but how it would work in bed is another matter entirely; or, two gay people try to have straight sex.

动须相应 (live-action Hikaru no Go, Yu Liang/Shi Guang) It's hard to get much gayer than the actual show without adding explicit sex, so ... here you go! Post-series boyfriends.

One Quiet Night (Kingdom, Seobi + Lee Chang/Yeongshin) This is the other thing I'm really proud of, because it too came out pretty much exactly the way I envisioned it. A nurse, a prince, and a scrappy piece of shit more or less all fall in love.

August

Hooks in My Sides (Beyond Evil, JWDS) This certainly was the most popular thing I've written all year. It's unfortunately easy to write poor Juwon having a gay meltdown.

A World Made Up of Silver and Copper (@shousetsubangbang) A prince-and-pauper scenario, this time focusing on the prince's adventures in being mistaken for himself. (Hint: they are sexy.)

September

...Funny how the first months of each semester are usually a complete wash for me creatively, huh?

October

to the beat of your heart, ch. 5 (MDZS)

Over My Dead Body (@shousetsubangbang) Nothing like the romance of possessing a corpse only to find he's not actually dead. (Note to DMBJ fans: This should taste like heihua.)

November

A fair amount of November was spent writing something that I just couldn't finish for December's SSBB, once I realized how long it'd have to be and how little free time I had. Maybe next year!

December

Antivenin (@shousetsubangbang) A mean bisexual and an even meaner lesbian team up to distract their gay boss from his terrible crush.

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And that's it! It always feels kind of weird to see it all gathered in one place, like ... wow, that's not nearly as much as I thought it was. But at the same time, it involves a couple of pieces I feel very good about, so overall I'm going to take the win.

The most fun I had was doing my Small Fandom Summer thing, where I wrote fic for fandoms that had <1000 English-language works on AO3. Maybe I'll do that again next year!

Anyway, if you do wind up reading something, especially the original stuff, thanks. A lot of this can be a very lonely process, especially when there's not much of a built-in audience. Saying you liked something makes me feel a little less like I'm screaming into the void.

Onward to 2024!