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havethetimeofyourstyles · 3 years

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The Prologue

a/n: hi! wtsgd is finally here, and i’m so incredibly excited to finally put this story out there and for you all to read it. thank you for showing interest; your support mean the absolute world to me. this is just a little preview of what’s to come, and i hope you stick around <3 official chapters will be posted starting may 1st and every saturday following. please don’t hesitate to come into my inbox to chat about this story because sweet messages and showing your interest in this story will encourage me to keep on writing. i love you all!

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The brown cognac wooden chair squeaked beneath her as the lopsided chair switched legs, shifting its weight onto the back left leg. Her body rested against the back of the chair, looking down at the plate of food provided by the Chinese restaurant.

She pushed the peas, that were cooked into the fried rice, off to the side of her plate, only for his chopsticks to pick at them one by one, bringing them into his mouth. It was normal for them to do that. Despite how things had been for the past couple of months, it was a habit for him to pick off the peas from her plate because she didn’t like them, and he loved them way too much for his own good.

Occasionally looking up, she glanced at the person in front of her to see if he'd meet her stare, but she got nothing; he’s looking down at the plate of food, mindlessly stirring the contents around before bringing them up to his mouth. He would put his chopsticks down and grab the glass of iced water as he sipped through the straw, all without looking at her. It was as if he would burn into her stare if he did, so he ended up looking elsewhere—at the people in the restaurant, at the wall of frames above them that he’s looked at for years as he was trying to see if there were any new additions to the growing wall.

They ate in silence, the only noise filling the space between them was the sound of the utensils scraping the glass plates, the banging of pots and pans coming from the kitchen with the occasional loud flame that would ignite in the wok when they were cooking a stir-fry, and the chatter from locals sitting around their table, gossiping about the latest news.

This place used to feel like home to her; the inviting smell of authentic Chinese food made from love, the feel of comfort that she got every time she stepped inside the restaurant; and the noise didn’t used to bother her, but now, it all seemed too loud.

He was supposed to be someone that she wanted to sit next to, someone she wanted to reach out and hold hands with, someone she didn’t want to lose physical or emotional contact with because of the distance and time that separated them. He was supposed to be someone she couldn’t stop talking about—talking to, most importantly. But as she sat in front of him, she looked at him completely clueless, not knowing what she felt for this man anymore. She didn’t know him anymore.

It was different from when they first met. Life before the chaos consisted of nonstop conversations, the laughter, the oversharing and invading each other’s lives that she was in disbelief that that was once her life. Instead of the loudness between them, it was the silence that filled the air instead.

Luckily, the silence was filled, not by either of them but by the owner of the Chinese restaurant, named Kai, who was happy to serve them for all these years. My best and most good-looking customers, she would say all the time in her heavy accent every time they dined in.

“Everything good?” Kai raised her thumb up, checking on the broken couple. They both looked up, nodding their heads. “Hey,” Kai said to the man; he raised his brows. “When are you gonna marry her?” Kai pointed at the young woman across from him.

He couldn’t say anything nor did he even dare to say anything. He knew that marriage was out of the question with how she looked at him—so loveless and with no excitement. So, all he did was breathe out a fake chuckle, hoping that Kai wouldn’t press the question even further. And she didn’t, fortunately, because she was being called from the other side of the restaurant, assuming it was her friend by how they greeted each other with high-fives and how they spoke Chinese to one another with smiles on their faces.

They were both relieved Kai had left their table, no matter how much they both adored her; the silence seemed to have been better off swirling into the air rather than answering Kai’s question. But as she sat in front of him, there was not a single thought she wanted to talk to him about. She assumed the time apart would make her want to tell him things, to talk about everything she’d been up to, and anything that came to mind since she hadn’t heard his voice in so long. Considering that she barely talked to him over the phone, she assumed that she wanted to tell him everything that she’s been working on, things she’d discovered, places she’d been to, or just the mere thought of listening to him ramble and talk mindlessly. But she didn’t feel that anymore.

It was mind-boggling to compare and contrast to what it was three years ago when they sat in the restaurant. In the middle of their very quiet lunch, she was hit with a sudden urge to let out the one thing she’d been holding in.

The next words that had come out of her mouth were quite literally glass-shattering and loud. She had pondered on the thought for quite some time now, and she only hoped that he wouldn’t be surprised by it because anyone with two eyes and a brain knew that it was inevitable. They just weren’t the same anymore.

“Harry, I think we should break up.”

And then the extra plate the customers right next to them had asked for had dropped in between their tables, shattering the old and clean plate into pieces. But neither of them were startled from the loud noise nor did they look at the impact of the glass that had spread across the tiled, white floor of the restaurant. They simply stared at one another as she waited for his response to her words.

And luckily, he wasn’t surprised by them.

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azucanela · 4 years

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7. SNEAKING SOMEONE OUT | SHINSOU HITOSHI

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SUMMARY: Shinsou finds himself craving chicken nuggets, and Y/N’s presence, at 2AM. So naturally, he comes over and helps her sneak out so that they can get food and hang out, much to Y/N’s dismay.

WORD COUNT: 2K

WARNINGS: crackfic turned sad boy hours but also fluff

A/N: this got deep and is basically pure self indulgence of my emotions

Y/N really should’ve expected this. She really should have.

Shinsou had a tendency to simply, not sleep, he was a certified insomniac. No matter how many solutions Y/N had offered him, none of them worked. Which is why Y/N tended to wake up to about 75 messages from Shinsou each morning, varying from memes, to tik toks, to philisophical rambles, to the stupidest questions he’d ever asked her.

He’d never texted her this much though, her phone nearly falling off the nightstand because of how much it was vibrating whilst on silent, rousing her from sleep. Y/N groaned into her pillow, hand extending to her right in search of her phone as she patted around the nightstand with no success. Inhaling deeply, Y/N rolled onto her back, bring her hands up to rub her eyes before stretching her arms upward as she sat up in bed and turned to her side. Y/N picked up her phone, squinting at the ridiculously bright light that met her eyes as she read the time.

2:03AM

Y/N couldn’t help but smile at the sight of her lock screen, a picture of her and Shinsou, taken at a school festival they’d had. It had taken a lot of convincing to get him to agree to a photo, much to Y/N’s dismay, but he relented eventually. The memory only served as a reminded of the messages displayed on her screen, a lot of messages, most of which were from Shinsou. But Y/N only found herself looking at the most recent ones.

shinsou <3 y/n wake up

y/n

y/n get up

im coming over now, and no you don’t have a choice in this matter

you better be awake by the time i get there or i will egg your window

we are going to get food by the way [1:34AM]

shinsou <3 hey loser im here

climb out your window

are you even awake

y/n i swear [2:01AM]

In a perfect world, Shinsou would’ve been joking, and Y/N would’ve been able to go back to bed and text him again in the morning about a weird video she saw online. However this was Shinsou and the world was far from perfect. Meaning the boy was definitely parked outside her house. Y/N moved to slip out of bed and peer outside her window, only to see Shinsou was already standing on the grass of her front yard, fingers typing furiously against his phone as Y/N felt her phone vibrate in her hand once more.

She found herself glaring as she threw the phone onto the bed to free both her hands and open the window. Pushing the window up, Y/N bent down slightly to put the upper half of her body outside as she called out to Shinsou, “what the hell?”

The boy looks up almost instantly, and Y/N can practically see the panic in his eyes, though it fades when he realizes it was her who spoke, shoving his phone back into his pocket. “Are you ready?” He calls back in a hushed whisper, eyes narrowing as he scans the surrounding area.

“Shinsou—” Y/N brings a hand to her temple as she exhales deeply, “we are not going out to eat, it two in the morning!” She cried out, one hand making vivid gestures in an attempt to get her point across, while the other supported her weight on her slanted roof.

He rolled his eyes in response, “there’s a reason that some fast food restaurants are open all day long. This is the reason, now let’s go.” Shinsou has that same apathetic tone he uses everyday, as though this is something completely normal that they do everyday.

“I am not sneaking out of my house so that you can get some— some chicken nuggets!”

Shinsou falters, face falling temporarily as he presses his lips together, “if you really don’t want to Y/N, you don’t have to.” His voice is soft enough that she can barely hear him because of the distance between them, but she does. Y/N can tell he means it, this isn’t an attempt to guilt her into going with him, and yet she can’t help but feel horrible for not going along with it.

Which is why Y/N was now dressed in sweatpants and a tank top, trying her hardest not to fall off her roof as Shinsou called out to her, “Y/N. Don’t make me use my quirk—”

“You wouldn’t dare.” They both knew he’d never use his quirk on her, he had far too much respect for her. And he’d explicitly told her, more accurately, promised her during one of their rare late night talks, that he’d never try.

He doesn’t reply, simply glaring at her as he comes up from under the edge of the roof, where Y/N had been sitting for the past few minutes, in fear of jumping off. “Just jump.”

“No.” She practically hissed, scowling as she peered over the side of the roof once more, viewing the drop, which wasn’t that far. Shinsou also stood below, meeting her glare with his own annoyed stare.

“Y/N, come on.”

“You should be grateful I am even accompanying you, i could easily just go back to the safety of my room and have a simple and quiet night but you insisted—”

“I’ll buy you whatever you want, just come on.”

Looking back on it, Y/N really didn’t think this was worth it. Her parents would very likely end her life should they discover her... late night escapades alongside Shinsou, but at the same time, this was odd behavior for him. Texts in the middle of the night were normal, yes, but randomly deciding to come over because he wants food at 2AM? Weird.

But Y/N couldn’t deny the that this was fun. Driving down practically empty roads, phone plugged into the aux so she could play whatever music she wanted— though Shinsou judged every song she played rather brutally. The windows were rolled down all the way and Y/N had never felt more refreshed as she sat beside Shinsou in the passenger seat of his car, watching as he ordered their food through the drive through.

A comfortable silence fell between them as he paid and thanked the cashier at the window, retrieving their food and wordlessly handing it to Y/N before driving to the parking lot of the establishment. She found herself taking sips of her milkshake and absentmindedly eating fries.

Yet Y/N couldn’t help but feel concerned as she looked over at the boy, hand on the wheel as he quietly hummed along to the playlist they shared. Drives with Shinsou weren’t rare, seeing as he drove Y/N to school practically daily, especially since he didn’t trust her driving skills.

Her brows furrow as she leans back in her seat, folding her arms before speaking, “are you okay, Hitoshi?” Y/N looks away from him, “answer honestly.”

She can feel his eyes land on her when she finished speaking, Y/N can’t help that she floods with anxiety as she awaits his answer, only to look to Shinsou to see a small smile on his face as he parks in the parking lot of the brightly lit restaurant. “Yeah. I’m good actually.” Y/N tilts her head at his words, awaiting for him to continue, he seems to consider what he says next carefully, “are you glad you came here, with me?”

Though Y/N feared the repercussions should they get caught, she already knew her answer, “yes. I’m happy to be here.” Y/N fidgets with her fingers as she inhales deeply, eyes drifting to her window, “I think— I think I would’ve regretted it more, if I hadn’t come with you actually. And I don’t want to regret anything.” She bites her lip anxiously, picking at her fingernails, “I wish I was more adventurous sometimes, I guess?”

Y/N couldn’t explain the feeling well, the one that made her wonder if she was missing out on certain parts of life, parts that she might’ve experienced if she had been just a bit more bold. In the moment, yeah, it seemed horrifying, but Y/N couldn’t help but wonder afterwards if she should’ve said yes. She couldn’t help but feel regretful as she wondered what could’ve been.

Sitting there with Shinsou made her feel like a hypocrite though, seeing as she’d had feeling for the boy for longer than she cared to admit, and would likely regret never telling him. Though Y/N was fairly sure she would regret it more if she did tell him and he rejected her, so hiding her feelings was far more ideal. But the small part of her that wanted to tell him, to just come forward with her feelings, regardless of the outcome.

Y/N tries to push away these thoughts, bringing her attention back to the moment at hand as Shinsou rests his head against the seat, fingers tapping at the wheel of the parked vehicle, “I get it.” Comes his reply, and he seems to be rather deep in thought as he sits there, hand reaching into his bag for some fries.

Y/N feels compelled to speak, to tell him that he does make her happy, because she can tell that a small part of him doesn’t believe her, so when she opens her mouth the words just begin to fall out. “You make me happy, you know.” Y/N doesn’t know how else to explain it, and she doesn’t see his eyes widen a fraction as he shifts in his seat to look at her, “I never would’ve done something like this before I met you. But...” Y/N turns to meet his eyes, offering him a smile, “well, I’m really glad I met you Hitoshi. You make me feel like I’m living—”

“And there’s a difference between living and just being alive, you know?”

Y/N can’t help the way her cheeks warm, feeling as though she overshared as she watches Shinsou nod slowly, “I get it.” He repeats, brows drawing together, he opens his mouth just to close it immediately after.

“What?”

Shinsou straightens at her words, clearing his throat as he brings a hand to the back of his neck, “I don’t... I don’t want to regret anything either.” His lips press together in a tight lipped smile as he looks up at the roof of the car for a moment, cursing quietly before returning his gaze to Y/N.

Their third year would be starting soon, and Shinsou had considered this for a while. No matter how close he and Y/N were now, he couldn’t help but wonder where they’d be after graduating from UA. Both of them would be heading out in the world to become heroes, something that would likely take them in two very different directions. Maybe they’d never speak again after graduation, or maybe their friendship would fade, but Shinsou had a feeling his feelings never would. Y/N’s words just served as a reminder of just how finite their time together was.

Shinsou didn’t know when he fell for her, maybe it was right now, watching her take a sip of her milkshake as she watched him curiously, flustered under his piercing gaze. Maybe it was that time in class when she’d let him fall asleep just to wake him at the end and hand him notes she’d taken just for him, or maybe it was when she hugged him for the first time because he’d gotten in the hero course. He decided that didn’t matter, because he did know that Y/N L/N wasn’t going to be one of his regrets.

"I’m in love with you.”

A/N: this is unedited and the product of my brain at 1AM so i sincerely hope its not bad jkashdjkashdkjh

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groovepawn · 2 years

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This is a response to the very clear call-out “this isn’t a call-out” post written by Tumblr user @skullreaped, “Cece”.

I'm going to try to keep this short and focus largely on what was said about me. I would like start by saying that Cece did not once try to talk to me personally, even as we were not mutually blocked. I have never said a word to Cece directly or vice versa; honestly, I was fine when she just blocked me and that was the end of it—yet my name was mentioned multiple times in her call-out post. Cece has gone so far as to to overshare an abundance of information (hypocritically, as she reprimands Morty for the same,) under the guise that she does not like drama.

My dear, you are in it for the drama.

You claim to “curate your space”, which I fully respect and do the same, yet you shoved your opinion in our matter with the artist who did us wrong, instead of muting a conversation that had literally nothing to do with you. You had no right to say what you did, were so incredibly entitled in doing so, then got upset when that hurt Morty, and chose to see him and I as the attackers in a situation where we were victims.

My art was compromised, like... how dare you tell me how to act and feel?

By the way, I did contact the artist privately and got no response, but you knew nothing about that, because it wasn’t your business. It’s still not your business. The fact that people agreed we were mistreated was not something we had control over in this supposed “mob mentality” (of like… two people?) No offense, you just wanted to play devil’s advocate.

Side note, there's something very hypocritical about you making this business public when you shame us for speaking out just the same.

Going on, Cece assumes I blocked her "acquaintance" for the same reason Morty did, that being their abundance of NSFW, when in reality, if this is the person I’m thinking of, I blocked them way before Morty because of their behavior towards another friend. Sure, she said it’s word of mouth from this friend, but did she ask me about this? No, she assumed.

Furthermore, she assumes my NSFW disclaimer, intentionally phrased in the manner that I personally do not write NSFW and if anyone has an interest in specifically writing it with me, they should unfollow, was somehow about her. Actually, it's simply that I, an adult woman, do not want to write porn of a character nearly half my age. But, you do you, I have not once unfollowed someone because of their writing NSFW, including Cece or her friend.

That said, I am fully in support of hard blocking when you need to, or for literally no reason at all. I freely use the block feature myself, but if you’re so upset that you need to make it public like this, maybe—just maybe, you should have tried to discuss it a little deeper with the person in question.

And, you know like… whatever!

The thing about this that makes me so angry is the fact that my name is in your mouth, and you’ve never said a word to me. You’re thirty years old and this behavior does not at all reflect your age. You’re two years my senior and I feel like I’m dealing with a child. Go on and demonize Morty for trying to communicate when you’re out here airing your dirty laundry to your whole follower base. You acknowledge that he was afraid you’d start a smear campaign… and he was right! Like, what is this? You criticize him for over-sharing, but dang queen. If that ain’t you?

I am deeply sorry you got anon hate, and I think it’s entirely inappropriate and uncalled for. You did not deserve that, it was ugly, and horrible, and I hope you were able to recover from the damage of that kind of experience. I can fully empathize with the anxiety and discomfort that comes from anon hate, but as someone who's been there, it does not warrant your actions.

How you feel is how you feel, but all I have to say is that my friend is having an incredibly rough time for many reasons right now, and while you're not responsible for Morty's feelings, actions, or anything of the sort, I am here to reassure you Cece: it’s not all about you. You’re not the center of the universe.

So! I’m done with this now, but as a quick addendum: I cannot begin to sing the praises of my role play partner, Morty, whom I also consider a very close and beloved friend.

He is someone who, for my 10 years knowing him, has made me smile, and laugh, has been an endless source of joy and happiness for those around him. Whenever I needed him, he was always there to listen and help. He's offered me so much sound advice and insight that I've never gotten elsewhere. He’s gone so far as to donate towards my hospital bills last year when I was in a very dark place, he’s bought, drawn, and crafted so many lovely presents for me, all out of the kindness of his heart. He’s not done these things only for me, but for countless people, and it's for no other reason that he is an incredibly kind and gentle guy. He’s kind of nature and is outstanding in moral character.

I cannot begin to think of a more stand-up person, and we are all so, so blessed to have him in our lives.

I’m not asking anyone to take sides either. I, too, fully support any mutuals I may have with the other party continuing to interact with them, because this is literally all supposed to be for fun. But, frankly, I am going to be livid if anyone else tries to publicly get in the middle of this, so please message me privately and keep this business off the dash.

#ooc.

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jonathanrook · 3 years

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legally i have to give you intern 2

em you have awoken an ungodly beast inside me so i need to warn everyone that this post is. incomprehensible. but so is mymusic so i guess we're all used to it.

How I feel about this character:

i watched mymusic as it was airing/running/coming out specifically bc i'm a jack stannie, and as a kid melvin was my second favorite character (w scene being in first, obvs) for mostly that reason. he basically hovered around this ranking until my most recent rewatch in the summer of 2020, which was actually spurred by some events in my personal life that vaguely reminded me of scene's season two arc w jeff, and i thought it'd been a funny/nostalgic way to get my mind off things.

(i want to side note here that -- i know you didn't ask, but -- i love jeff. i have since i was a kid. like, obviously not as a person but i think he's honestly the best written character in the series, w indie close in second. idk what it says about the f*nes that their most interesting and well rounded characters are the villains, but i digress. to this day i'm salty that jeff never got added to the theme song and wasn't really included in promotional merch.)

however, in said rewatch, certain things about how he was written started to really get under my skin, and certain moments in particular have really stuck out to me in a negative way. like, for the entirety of season one and a good chunk of season two he's one person, and then he leaves mymusic and we have an entirely different person, but not in a nuanced character building sort of way.

i've said a few of these points before but i'll repeat them here regardless. at the risk of sounding like i've put on a tin-foil hat, it's my sneaking suspicion that scindie was supposed to be endgame, but since fan reception to it was pretty neutral, and scenechart stans were, at the very least, more vocal, changes were made to the intended finale, which is why in the last scene he's basically just. indie. like, if everything about the show was exactly the same but indie was the one who had ended up w scene in the end that would have made so much more sense since a) scene had a crush on indie that he/everyone knew about and b) indie was kind of a dick despite the half-assed attempts at redemption, so both combined make it slightly less weird/out-of-nowhere that he kisses her w/o her consent (since, even though like. implied consent is not real at worst and a fuzzy subject at best but you could argue that scene would want indie to kiss her); and this isn't even taking into consideration that c) melvin is heavily queer-coded in both seasons, with his friendship with nerdcore being, dare i say, homoerotic at times, and his arc about leaving the company and changing his name mirroring nerdcore's almost perfectly (with nerdcore being a character who b*nny [at least] has all but confirmed is actually gay).

i've also been on the fence about melvin's behavior in that final scene making more sense for indie's character being an intentional decision as a way of shoe-horning in a theme about the lasting effects of abuse/cycles of abuse/the corruption of power but i also don't think the f*nes are smart enough for that. however, for the sake of defending my straw theory, i also point to the scene where indie comes to visit the acid factory after melvin told him to shut up, and we see melvin use reggie as a foot-stool, going as far as to say that it feels good to do so (which, in all honesty, i think is a bit that was entirely improvised, since the f*nes were "notorious for never saying cut" [paraphrased from a bts video], but work w me here). he's also given a seltzer mug that perfectly resembles indie's kombucha mug. in these moment melvin is directly emulating the behavior of his previous abuser, purposefully or not, literal moments after being promoted to an equal position of authority, which was totally just included as a joke, but could also be argued is meant to show that he's becoming indie; or, if we acknowledge that the f*nes have no fucking clue what they're doing and were just directing like chickens with their heads cut off, it at least shows that melvin's new position of power is leading him to understand where indie was coming from, which is supported by their conversation in the finale.

the following contains a couple brief mentions of irl sexual assault so if that's something you'd like to avoid skip to the next section!

HOWEVER, that alone isn't what i have a problem with, since i think melvin is completely justified in being a dick to indie (and also reggie enthusiastically consents to being used as an ottoman so good for him i guess). the issue comes completely in how he treats scene in the scenes where the f*nes clearly thought what they were writing was super romantic. like, the fact that the only thing he's got hung on his cubicle wall is a single picture of scene taken from the fucking opening credits (like. how hard would it have been to have. literally any other photo[s] esp since there's an abundance of cute bts pics of the cast in costume that could have been put there) and him scrolling through her twitter at work really creep me out (and at the risk of oversharing the weird, like, social media stalking angle really fucks w me bc that may or may not have been the exact fucking thing i was trying to escape in rewatching mymusic in the first place). also, having him sexually assault scene as a means of comforting her after she had just been sexually assaulted in the same way by someone else was... a choice (which is also, uh, personally familiar).

again, i recognize that demonizing melvin wasn't what the f*nes were trying to do here, and i perhaps seem hypocritical for opening liking jeff, but what makes jeff work is he's intentionally "the bad guy." having melvin do the same things as indie and jeff uncritically only proves further that the f*nes can't write for shit, and ruins his character which had, up until he quit mymusic, been unironically good. like, it's obviously not beneficial that the exact asshole things he does are personally triggering, but the character would still be a mess and i would still dislike him regardless.

i want to say though that jack delivers a surprisingly great performance despite how shoddily his character is constructed and how little experience he has as an actor. like, it's clear he was having a lot of fun on set and i would love to see him in something, like, good; i think he could pull off even like, guest television roles, which is a lot more than can be said for other youtubers.

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All the people I ship romantically with this character:

nerdchart should have been canon i'm sorry. i know that close, nonromantic male friendships are valuable, esp between queer men, but also gd wouldn't it have been baller to have a canon interracial mlm ship. like. c'mon. and they could have been such a good friends to lovers story! we already got to see how melvin was the only person nerdcore could really be himself around so it would have been so cool if melvin's self-advocacy arc/flowchart arc had revolved more around nerdcore with a little role-reversal! and then they kiss! like god intended!

also i ship him and indie bc i'm a grubby little gremlin man ohoho. enemies w weird sexual tension? sign me up. not even enemies to lovers i'm not saying this one should have been canon i just love the vibes. do you think melvin and indie ever explored each other's bod-- *gunshot*

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My non-romantic OTP for this character:

i wish him and scene had just been bros. god remember in season one when they were just bros that was the life.

alternatively, i wish we'd seen more bonding w him and metal, as a means of reconciling that. uh. moment from season one. along similar lines i would have loved to see him get closer w rayna in a similar way to how she bonded w nerdcore in season two. i think that could have also worked to show how she'd grown between the two seasons.

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My unpopular opinion about this character:

HIM. AND. SCENE. SHOULD. HAVE. JUST. BEEN. BROS. (though i think my general dislike of him is pretty unpopular, lmao).

when the show was coming out i don't think it's unfair to say that scenechart/scenetern 2 was the most popular ship (aside from potentially techstep whatever) but luckily we're all gay and have better taste now. unfortunately i totally fell into this camp and scenechart was even my otp for years (until it was arguably more unfortunately usurped by reddie in 2019) and i didn't even realise that it's a hot mess until, again, the summer of 2020.

when actually watching the show the choices the f*nes made in regards to how the ship actually became canon are so odd and out of place, too? okay, so, on one hand everyone just shipped scenechart bc it was the whitest hettiest ship in the show (esp in season two when idol left) aside from scindie (and we already discussed what's wrong w that). but, on the other hand, lainey and jack clearly also just got along? and i suspect that lainey probably also admired jack's work and was happy to be working with him bc we have so many shots throughout even the first season when the ship wasn't the intended endgame of lainey scene looking really fondly at jack melvin at times when it doesn't make much sense at all, esp since she's smitten w indie? this trend continues into the second season which arguably works but it still seems really out of place for him to be the one to ultimately make the first move on her since it's clear she was the one crushing this whole time and also he's gay! this bitch is gay what the fuck!!

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One thing I wish had happened with this character in canon:

at this point i'm struggling to think of anything i haven't covered yet. oops.

i've talked at length before about how he should have been a woman/lesbian, but the tl;dr is that it would have solved a lot of the queer-coding "problems" that just didn't get resolved in the show. if he'd been a lesbian then not only would the friendship w nerdcore still made sense, but scenechart would have as well (not even mentioning that both of scene's other relationships w men make a lot of sense as comphet anyway).

#long post #this took me an hour to write i literally had to get a snack in the middle of it #mymusicshow #mymusic show #question #mlentertainment #also having a character named scene when you have to write about scenes like. in a story is an absolute bitch

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shorkbrian · 3 years

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ASKS

casual sk answering time!!!

If you don’t see your ask, it’s because I’m saving it to use as a reminder to write a Drabble/thirst/fic!

As always, if you don’t want to see these types of posts from me, block the tag #shorkbrian answers a lot of asks

No particular order lol I just got stressed cause my inbox is hecka full and it’s hard for me to find stuff lol.

ahh I am trying so hard to get better at writing!! If anyone has any tips lmk fr PLEASE god bless u

I HAVEN’T SEEN JJK YET SAJNFJFN I WANT TOOOOOOOO

I don’t like responding to praise it scares me

(I try my best bc I appreciate and care for everyone and anyone who talks to me. I literally would stab myself in the leg 4 u I'm not joking <3 )

Sweaty I will write for anything I know the characters of I am so horny all the time this is me

Yeah Shinsy and Aizawa would totally adopt your pet if it’s a cat. they’re chill like that. There was this one Levi fic I read where he kidnaps u but he brings along ur kitten and it’s SO SOFT (but the smut is what drew me to it remember first and foremost I have a high libido)

Bro Shouto in general he just make me wanna

Hey hey it’s all good guys! No worries! I can’t ever say no to people lol I’m sorry

Don’t you dare talk down to yourself like that!!!! It’s okay to not know stuff lol sometimes u just gotta like give it a second to sink in while you think about it yknow? If anyones dumb it’s me. I had an IQ test done once and I got an F.

That shall be done, do not worry!

So, I don’t have like a “folder” folder lol I just use Pinterest bro. it’s quick, it’s easy, and it’s free. I’m unoriginal and trashy but that’s my brand and who I am as a person so

You’re so very sweet!! I appreciate your kind words so so much bro. This is totally not crossing a line, dw about it, I like to think that I’m chill lol. (just don’t be surprised if I take over and overshare abs myself for 8 hrs lolol)

Me pretending that fic doesn’t exist

fr I don’t know where the story would go from there man. All it would be is just like sex scenes and idk there’s only so many ways to have sex lol. but ty for supporting me with your lovely words!

Anything?

girl.... your standards..... pick them up sweetie they fell in the trash!!!

(Ajlsdljsa I’m sorry I don’t know how to accept compliments like a normal person I swear I’m trying to get better at it tho I promise I do)

Dis is u

Never babe I only do wrongs

I don’t know how to respond or talk to people im sorry

I’m actually being very unhealthy rn..... but it’s fine cheesecake counts as meals so

Me jus tryna enjoy some liquid while my Brian screeches at me abs all the stuff I have yet to accomplish in life

I hate having my Brian be mean 2 me I’m just tryna vibe w u guys and answer asks and my Brian is like “get into a fight with one of them over compliments do it”

Maybe bc I’m not doing any of it for profit? I don’t have to worry about legal repercussions? idk who knows

It’s on Spotify so it means that it has my name on it, sorry. Also I hate sharing things that I’ve made w ppl this blog is scary enough lol

I don’t know where the story would go, sorry. This isn’t a story that looks like it’ll have continuations anytime soon.

You making a fun joke about NNN to Bakugou vs u getting railed over every possible surface in the house

Awaso! you should DM me sometime dude! I’m not making fun of you, that’s not my jam.

you’re so very sweet, like I said!! DM me!!

I’m scared what does this mean

#shorkbrian answers a lot of asks #for new followers #a short reminder #that I am terrible at answering asks #in a timely manner #pls do not be offended if I don't answer ur ask right away #I love u

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drangues · 3 years

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Well, I appreciate you not finding me annoying- I just know that dealing with someone with anxiety can be. A Lot. And of course I have, like, ADD on top of that, and a general tendency to overshare because it’s hard for me to tell what the divider is between too much and not enough? Also there an Actual SCP that lets you square up with mental and physical illnesses and disorders alike, it’s great. (Nyanon, 1/10)

Anyways, I’m sorry people have said that about some of your favorites, but I’m glad you like them, anyways! It’s nice to like stuff. That aside, Kyouka just vibing up until she get the Urge to Go is. Hilarious, and would definitely happen. Also you’re right, Atsushi definitely collects old and vintage stuff and tries to restore it a bit and you should say it. Anyways, poor Atsushi is just left struggling to keep up with his adopted baby sis because how did we get here? (Nyanon, 2/10)

Kyouka what??? Kyouka please he is Confused (even though he definitely supports her traditions, like you said- Our boy is just wondered why it came out of nowhere). And those four sound like a good choice for family friends! I feel like Kyouka would get. The ODDEST assortment of gifts from them- Like, Yosano gives her an Entire Emergency Kit and Kouyou just gives her Swords and also pretty clothes. (Nyanon, 3/10)

Of course, Fukuzawa gives her toys for the local strays and some pocket money if she needs it, and Lucy probably gives her a doll or something. Atsushi, of course, fusses over making sure she has Everything, including books, bedding, her broom, and Kyouka did you pack all of your clothes??? And of course, he probably passes her Byakko’s special basket and bed (because that would be One Spoiled Cat) while in tears, like you said, because he doesn’t want her to be alone. (Nyanon, 4/10)

AND DONT WORRY KENJI IS DEFINITELY THE BOY SHE MEETS, I ALSO SHIP IT, THEYRE ADORABLE AND I LOVE THEM. He chatters to her about his life on the farm and how much more busy the city is, and they bond over being in a new place on their own. Poor Atsushi can’t catch a break, and he probably freaks out everyone else by running away. Like, what the fuck are they gonna tell Kyouka when she gets back??? Atsushi where did you go? (Nyanon, 5/10)

Meanwhile Atsushi is frantically trying to Not Be Cursed and it is. A work in progress. It’d be much easier if the wizard he found actually helped instead of being a trolling bastard. Said wizard and his minions (friends) are all taken with the weird cursed maybe-not-an-old-man who’s now their house keeper? Albeit in different ways, of course, but it’s hard not to be when he’s a sweetheart, of a bit anxious. Dazai just wants to know how the fuck he gets Chuuya to listen to him. (Nyanon, 6/10)

Also please consider: Atsushi having black hair at the start, but it ends up a permanent silver with a black streak by the end, because he’s starting to embrace himself. Dazai falling farther and farther in love as the story goes on and not even realizing it, and it’s totally normal to pet someone’s hair and compliment them so much, shut UP Chuuya, you’re a sentient ball a gas, what do you know- Anyways yes I’m taken with this AU, no I don’t mind your tangent. (Nyanon, 7/10)

And it’s just like [Dazai: I’m sorry like you ignore your what now??? // Atsushi: // Dazai: Atsushi-kun please answer me- ] It’d be so chaotic it’s great. Anyways, yeah I could definitely see him not really,, Registering? That everything he once had to do isn’t necessary anymore- It’d definitely be hard to break the habit, given how long it was literally beaten into him. It’s probably the same way when it comes to like, eating and stuff? Given his experiences. (Nyanon, 8/10)

Then he realizes halfway through the day that he can, in fact, eat, and he isn’t used to that? Please help him. But all of that definitely would make him more eager to try new things, once he realized he could! He’ll try everything with anyone who’s willing. Like, he’ll do flower pressing with Kunikida (who thinks they make good bookmarks), or he’ll try collecting things with Dazai (who collects foreign coins, though Atsushi finds that he favors bottle caps). You know what I mean? (Nyanon, 9/10)

But anyways, another Scenario Concept: Please imagine Dazai and Atsushi taking naps together. Like, Atsushi curls up on Dazai’s chest and Will Not Move, and no one has the heart to move him, anyways. Dazai buries his face in Atsushi’s lap and let’s himself fall asleep while Atsushi plays with his hair. I don’t know, I’m tired and can’t think of much right now. I just want fluff. (Nyanon, 10/10)

DW!!! I ALSO SUCK AT KNOWING WHATS OVERSHARING OR NOT AND I LOVE IT WHEN SOMEONES VERY OPEN AND RAMBLES ON A LOT BECAUSE ONE OF MY BIGGEST FEAR IS AWKWARD SILENCES AND DRY CONVOS SO I LOVE THOSE TYPE OF PEOPLE CAUSE THEY ALSO MAKE ME TALK BETTER AND WE JUST HAVE A BETTER CONVO OVERALL

i loVE THEM GIVING HER THE ODDEST GIFTS I BET FUKUZAWA IS THE ONLY ACTUAL NORMAL ONE WHO GIVES HER NORMAL GIFTS meanwhile kunikida (did i say he would be a friend as well??) would give her the C UT E S T stationary items for her studies.

and chuuya’s curse would definitely be reduced to a flame!! and akutagawas curse,,,hmm,,,maybe that he has poor health??idk if that makes sense- BUT. PLS. I CAME UP WITH A CHUUAKU AU WHERE THEY MANAGE TO FALL IN LOVE AND EVERY NIGHT AKUTAGAWA IS HUDDLED NEAR THE FIREPLACE AND TALKS TO CHUUYA SOFTLY JUST THEM TOGETHER WHEN EVERYBODY ELSE IS ASLEEP AND ATSUSHI PRETENDS NOT TO HEAR THEM HNNN AND WHEN THE CURSE IS BROKEN AND CHUUYA IS NO LONGER BOUND TO DAZAI HE JUST IS SO HAPPY HES FREE AND AKUTAGAWA LOOKS DEFLATED RIGHT BUT THEN HE IMMEDIATELY TACKLES AKUTAGAWA IN A HUG AAAA-

anyways Y E S i totally agree with atsushi having black hair and it turning grey how dare you be so amazing WOW <33 and chuuya would definitely keep on teasing dazai about everything he literally does to atsushi the moment the young(old??) man is out of earshot

flower pressing with kunikida,,,how dare you make me soft i hate you and DAZAI AND ATSUSHI TAKING NAPS TOGETHER AAAA THATS SO CUTE PL S IM CRYING

#anon #ask #ask anon #anon ask #bsd #nyanon #nyatsushi anon

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love-the-purple-cat · 3 years

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Oh don't you dare look back, just keep your eyes on me - Chapter 1 Part 6

His sisters are home when they arrive. The twins greet Cherī differently – Yuzu with happiness that her brother brought a friend, Karin with suspicion given his history of ‘friends’.

Cherī greets them with a simple, “Nice ta' meet'cha. Name's Cherī.”

“Will you be staying over?” Yuzu asks as Karin glares.

“Nah,” the fake blonde bats her hand as though swiping at an annoying mosquito. “Ma' pa's makin' ribs tonight an’ Ah ain’t missin’ that fer da world.”

The two blink in surprise and Ichigo uses the opportunity to drag the girl upstairs. Given that it would take more than an hour to get his hair done, they agree to do it the following day. For now, they place the dyes in his closet.

“What should I tell my family? I'm going to have to take off the hat.” He asks.

“Rite, here's what ya do. Unless they specifically tell ya ta' take it off, ya don’t do it. If they just ask ya why yer wearing a hat, just shrug.”

“You want me to lie?” Why is he acting as though he has never lied before?

“It ain't lying, yer just omitting da truth.”

He doesn’t know whether that's better or worse.

-There past is not dead. It's not even past-

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Cherī doesn’t stay long after that.

“Remember,” She says at the gate, voice low as to not be heard. “Don’t take yer hat off unless they specifically ask ya ta'. They can’t accuse ya of lyin’ if ya didn’t go out of yer way ta' mention yer temporary hair colour.”

“So keep it a secret.”

She gives him a look. “It ain’t a secret, yer just not mentionin’ it until they ask da necessary questions. Ya can’t live yer life always oversharing, Ichi. Not ev'ryone needs ta’ know yer life story.”

He wonders what kind of secrets (not secrets – they aren’t secrets if she isn’t asked the correct question to warrant the story) she keeps.

-Stop overturning the earth unless you're ready to find the bodies there-

“Okay.” He says.

“Okay.” She repeats and leaves.

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No one asks about the hat.

Not his sisters, nor his father. But that doesn’t stop him from feeling anxious the entire time, waiting for the question to appear just as he's starting to relax.

Even after dinner is over and he's ready for bed, he doesn’t take the hat off; scared that come morning his father would learn when he inevitably wakes him up with his customary flying kick.

It's somewhat uncomfortable sleeping with it but he doesn’t care, he's been through worse things than wearing a hat to bed.

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Cherī arrives mid-morning.

His father is at the clinic and his sisters are out, each doing their own thing (Karin is probably hunting hollows with his friends).

“Hey,” She greets, voice soft and quiet in the morning as though afraid of waking someone up.

“Hey,” He returns, voice just as soft though not quiet.

“Ready ta' get rid of that awful colour?” She gives him a small smile, like it is a secret that only the two of them know - and it is, but not for long.

“Yeah,” His voice is once again breathless and her smile widens.

“Let's go then.”

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It takes nearly three hours but when it’s done Ichigo stands in front of the mirror with hair nearly the same colour as Grimmjow's.

He stares at himself, running fingers through slightly damp hair, not quite managing to wrap his mind around the fact that his hair isn't orange.

“Do ya like it?” Cherī asks some minutes later.

“Yeah,” He exhales, bobbing his head. “I do.”

“Good... It suits ya.”

He snorts. “No, it doesn’t.”

“Ah ain’t talkin’ ‘bout colour scheme, Ichi.” He looks at her reflection, unwilling to pull his gaze away from the mirror. She has her arms crossed under her chest, an intense look in her eyes. “It’s like yer weighless.” She says, then twists her lips and furrows her brows. “It’s like-“ She gestures with a hand at him but he doesn’t understand. “It’s like ya had all this weight on yer shoulders that disappeared the moment ya changed yer hair colour. An' ya have this sort of awed look in yer eyes. Yer beautiful, Ichi.”

He blushes at her compliment, lightly grumbling, “I’m a man.”

“An’? Ya saying men can’t be beautiful? Ah mean, yer normally handsome but in this moment yer beautiful.”

Ichigo's cheeks burn and he looks back at his reflecting. It won’t hide his blush, but he chooses to ignore that fact.

He can’t see what Cherī considers ‘beautiful’ about him. He knows he's handsome, but not beautiful. The two should mean the same thing, each used for their corresponding gender, but they way she said them made it sound like they were two very different things.

“Thanks,” He says awkwardly. She doesn’t laugh, but she does give him a soft smile.

“Yer welcome.”

They stand in silence a while longer, Ichigo admiring his new hair and Cherī watching him with a smile.

“Would ya like ta’ go out?” She says the words slowly, letting each syllable roll off her tongue just so.

“Where?”

“In da park? Ah saw a crêpe stand da other day there, we could grab lunch an' just walk ‘roun.”

He doesn’t answer immediately. He's nervous for how people will react to his hair, the attention it will draw (he's used to drawing attention, but this will be a different kind). His worry must have appeared on his face for Cherī adds, “We can cover yer hair again if ya want. Ya can keep it a secret ‘till yer ready.”

“It’s going to be too hot for a hat.” He says but he’s already thinking of the baseball hat he has, stashed away in his closet drawer.

“An’?” She says, not asks. It’s like she already knows what was going to happen and the conversation is just a formality. He doesn’t feel trapped, not like the other times when something like this has happened with other people. He feels assured in a way. In some weird way, he knows that even if he goes off script Cherī will just go along with it, supporting his decision, and improvising a new, better script.

“And I think, ” Ichigo wets his lips, hearth thumping in excitement. “That I won't wear one.” He looks at her, the real her – not the reflection.

Her smile widens but her eyes are soft. “Okay, but let’s get one just in case it's too sunny.”

They both know she means something else by that excuse and Ichigo loves how they understand each other on such an intimate level only after knowing each other for over a month.

And not one fight was involved to reach it.

He smiles, “Okay.”

#bleach #The Past is Never Dead AU #Protector and Cherry AU #ichigo kurosaki #kurosaki ichigo #cherī akao #akao cherī #bleach au

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elegant-etienne · 3 years

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👙 What is your take on sexy characters? (sidenote - the emoji choice for this one is making me snort)

Hot Takes OOC!

Thank you for the ask, @ren-roelanberry!

My super tepid take is I literally don’t care what others do. Honestly, I don’t. A lot of the things some people find sexy are things I find boring or get tired of quickly, so I’d say a lot of sexy characters are not for me. But other people’s characters’ are not in existence to please me, and if other people are having fun, I wish them the best. I do have some concern about certain tropes I see people leaning on, but I don’t know every person behind every character or their intents. I would have to say in general it’s none of my business because I don’t really cross paths with it that much.

Behind the cut, I’m going to talk about some potentially triggering subjects, including a situation of a harassing/abusive RPer who targeted trans players.

I think there is a really genuine issue of boundaries within spaces like these, where LGBTQIA+, less-vanilla sexual interests, and inexperience/social awkwardness all intersect. In sharing sexual ideas, fantasies, etc., it’s very easy to become vulnerable, and others can push forward into that vulnerable space without assurance it’s a safe or comfortable environment - or worse. For instance, in the case of someone I ran afoul of several years ago, they connected to other trans RPers who were interested in their characters’ sexuality, pushed for unconsenting sexual scenarios (I had an extremely unpleasant experience with this), and even privately blackmailed several trans RPers into putting up with their BS/staying in a ship with them on the threat of outing them.* I experienced several of these behaviors. And yes, to some extent, we can all log off and walk away, and we should be better about setting boundaries and checking in with ourselves. However, I think that argument only goes so far. Most people aren’t in the habit of totally cutting someone off mid-interaction when that person has “otherwise been nice.” This is the case IRL as well. I feel like the excuse of “it’s just the internet” only goes so far. Especially when the kinds of abuses, harassment, and suspect behavior I see are the same ones that go on in similar communities IRL. Okay, so, log off and deal with the real world, where I’m also going to have to deal with similar things? Poor behavior is poor even online. If you claim to believe in #MeToo and the like, it seems weird how often people write off these issues when they exist online. Predatory is still predatory. Boundary-pushing and manipulation are still those things even online. I feel as though a lot of people make excuses for it, and operate within the ambiguity of the space, and the fact the people around them might not attribute as much meaning to it because of it being online. It might be “easier” for people to be creeps online where they don’t really have to deal with the consequences, but that doesn’t make them not creeps. It also doesn’t mean that maybe secretly they’re great people IRL who just have a bad habit online. And just because maybe the people who suffered that harassment dared to have sexuality or desire for understanding that was manipulated doesn’t mean they’re not a victim of someone who took advantage of their feelings.

But I digress. Most of the truly awful things I’ve seen were not from specifically “sexy” characters, in fact the opposite is true in many cases. That alone is not the red flag to me, and in fact I can appreciate the boldness in characters who are straightforward about what they want and who they are (even if it’s not for me). They’re people who quietly groomed others, pulled them into private interactions and isolated them from others. They might even vocally seem supportive and kind... So long as you always walk in pace with them and never away from them. They also tend to have a group of friends willing to cover for them and support them. So, y’know, not so unlike the other abusive behavior that’s come to light over the years.

Be aware that this exists in the community in addition to the horrid “random” sexual harassment of people sending weird /tells or oversharing their kinks in public.

*I can privately provide this person’s name if anyone wants, but it’s not my intent to make a callout - and this person is no longer on Crystal and has, at least on the screenname I know them for, not been active since early Stormblood

#asks #ooc #ren-roelanberry

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Please, please, please publish Abby’s new diatribe as I have apparently been blocked (or perhaps just don’t know enough about tumblr to find it). I’m dying to see what she worked on for two months to justify her existence!

Anonymous said: Oh dear, looks like Abby’s family didn’t get her help after all, a lost cause then, what an absolute waste of a life. It’s actually sad. A shame her family didn’t get her help

Le sigh...she is not well. She hasn’t learned one thing while she’s been away and she still has the exact same grievances- mostly about how much she hates Mia and how much she feels sorry for herself because we aren’t lapping up her fantasy and showering her with adoration for being the leader of the ccship. Her main complaint, the reason she popped back in to write the same tired complaints and criticisms, is that she’s tired of people blaming Darren for the ccsituation. It’s always about her love for ccDarren and her need to absolve him of all responsibility for all of the things the cc fandom dislike about him and his life. IT’S ALWAYS MIA’S FAULT and the defacto fandom leaders aren’t reminding everyone “it’s never Darren’s fault” and “always blame Mia’s”.

She lashes out to criticize the “hate blogs” but ultimately she blames Ricky and Mia for EVERYTHING including the “attack on her family” (which of course, was NOT an attack on her family, it was a plea for her family to get her some help). She claims “they” tried to shut her up and then lists all the evidence that “they” tried to end her blog: HER copyright strikes (lots of us have one) and the “hate” blogs before listing individual grievances against several bloggers, amping up the grievance for dramatic effect and making it seem like they were coordinated, well-planned attacks against her. She negates her own part e.g. I published the photo ONLY after she dared me to several times. All of this because “If this is what they were willing to do to me, a mere fan, imagine what they are well to do to him, their absolute life sources?” “They” aka Mia and Ricky.

I found it hard to read. She’s not in a good place.

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Hello CCLand! Have you missed me? I know I have missed you all. This post is not me coming back, frankly, I still have not decided how I want to navigate the future, but for the past 2 months all of this has been festering inside, so I need to post and make a few points.

First and foremost, I want to say that I am incredibly proud of my blog. I spent 5 years building a relationship with my readers and trying to provide a voice for 2 people who have been marginalized and frankly had their voices largely muted. I will never apologize for this or feel bad about it. Nor will I feel bad about pointing a finger at people that I know are truly evil.

I am far from perfect and I admit, I made 2 massive errors. I overshared because I was naive and never thought the information would be used against me. And I did not pay enough attention to the hate blogs and their threats.

This was a blog that I started when I first learned about CC and frankly it grew out of love and a need to try to bring justice to a person that is absolutely a victim of a completely antiquated and abusive system. Further, I don’t THINK D is closeted, I KNOW D is closeted. And I have substantial facts to back up that statement. I never intended to become the most read CC blog or to meets so many wonderful an amazing people that I admire, but that is what happened and that has given me great joy.

But with the good comes the bad, and what happened to me is absolutely sick and depraved. And I am writing this post in hopes that someone will read it and see just how fucked up the behavior of a few “fans” has been towards me and to help them to extend this to what has been done to D and C. Please do not feel sad for me, or send me sympathy, it is not my point. But I hope that perhaps it will inspire some of you to be more active and to fight a little harder as I try to navigate the harassment that occurred to my family.

Pretty much since I started to write, I have been receiving hate, something to be expected when you join a fandom like this. But at some point, it became much more frequent and took a turn from manageable hate to harassment and bullying. In October of 2017, I got my first ask with my full name and from that day forward there has been an active attempt to try to bullying me off the internet. Now ask why that is? I am just a fan, with what most think is a crazy belief, with a relatively small following. I do not and have not tagged the players nor do I contact them directly. I have never been anything but incredibly polite to D and C, and frankly I have ignored M whenever I have been in her presence because she is not worthy of my time or energy. I have never reached out to them over SM to make one statement about fandom. So why such an effort to silence my voice? Especially if it is as insignificant as they claim?

They tried deleting my blog, that failed. They tried with copyright infringements but I got smarter about making sure to post links. So, what did they do? They started with vicious attacks on my character on their hate blogs. Posting my full name and image. Analyzing every word i wrote, desperately trying to debunk me, stating that i had severe mental health issues. Tagged C, W, and A/lla to warn them about my presence at a book signing. They stalked my friends and I at a festival, made false accusations, and published a photo. This meant that had to seek us out, locate where we were sitting and wait for a moment when they could get an image that they could twist to their favor. That is insane. And there is no way to twist it to say its normal or expected.

But that apparently was enough harassment. They threatened my work and my career. Next, they started to stalk my family on the internet and use a devastating injury and a charity to harass and bully my family to the point that I did have to make the painful decision to not just stop posting but to protect my blog. This is completely vile and inexcusable behavior. And the fact that it was not stopped, is a strong statement about the people clearly in control.

Why am I recounting? Because I want people to wake up and stop blaming D for every twist and turn. If this is what they were willing to do to me, a mere fan, imagine what they are well to do to him, their absolute life sources? I am just another body left behind in the carnage, D is their source of money and fame. And not just his team and his “bride” but all of the people that have ridden his coattails to have name recognition.

I wish people would realize this is not choose your own adventure book, D is a human who has been held against his will due to an enormous amount of power they clearly wield over him. How do you not see that if he could, he would end this? This has not been about him being straight in so long, straight is how they control him and how they are able to make M relevant.

And if you though this was a choice, how were you not woken up in the days following his dad’s death? I would guess not 48 hours after he buried his father, he was dragged from his mother’s home, forced to play dress up and pose for a ridiculous, cruel and inhumane set of pics. D has lied about many things, but never about his parents, he has always been nothing but reverent when he speaks about them and his love and respect for them is clear.

Clearly, I have not gone anywhere, and I am still watching and reading every word. I have actually been incredibly proud of D during the majority of press for HW. He has made so many statements that are a foundation for the truth, including telling us that young actors do things that they later learn to regret, telling us that HW has not changed, and stating that the person you see has a story we will never know.

The press to legitimize and canonize M has been laughable and beyond transparent. It is so obvious this is on his list of required duties and the fact that they did not pause if for 1 week when his dad died is absolute proof that this is not a choice.

I do have to laugh at the irony of the d “quote” about fans being mean to his poor “wife” (that he himself has called a big girl). So it is ok to bully a fan off the internet to the point that they stalked and harassed my family (and it does not matter if his was led by his team, her, her friends, or a fan in her name), but it is not ok for a small handful of fans to discuss the sad reality and point the finger at the truth?

Anyhow, this got way too long, but it has all been building up inside. This blog was such a massive part of my life and I miss it and you more than words can say. I encourage all of you to keep supporting these incredible men, I have no doubt they are worth it. I do think they next few months will bring about change, but what they change is, we still don’t know. I hope that D wins sooner than later. I am not certain how much longer he can be expected to sustain this weight. If you reached this point, thank you for reading. I am going back to my quiet corner now.

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Seasons of Love

Summary: A sequel to @romanismyprince‘s beautiful fic Summer Romances are Bullshit. Please read that fic first for context, it is 650 words and essential for context to this story.

Pairings: Past romantic Prinxiety, Analogical, and Moxiety. Pre-Romantic LAMP.

Warnings: Some crying, talk of breakups, let me know if I need to add anything!

Word Count: 4,164. This uh...got away from me a bit XD

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Patton should have been happy. He was sitting in a picture perfect outdoor café with a mouthwatering french pastry and perfect cup of coffee in front of him, the sunshine warm against his skin. All around him, the sounds and smells of the city filled the air, twisting together in a beautiful harmony that promised magic for the daring soul who dared to reach out and take it.

Summer in Paris, it was more beautiful than Patton could have imagined.

And yet, as he sat staring off into the distance, his food untouched before him, all he could think about was Virgil. Virgil, who would have looked beautiful under the Parisian sun, his purple hair catching the light just so. Virgil, who would have loved the chocolate treats lining the patisserie’s windows (despite the edgy image he tried to maintain, Patton knew the man had an incurable sweet tooth). Virgil, who Patton had wanted to invite along on this trip of a lifetime.

Virgil, who had left.

Patton hadn’t understood why. Things had been going great, or so he thought. It had only been a few months of dating, but Patton was happier than he’d ever been. Virgil was stunning, in every possible way, and Patton was completely enamored with him. Though Virgil himself didn’t seem to understand how incredible he was. Patton had made it his mission to show him.

He must have failed though, because Virgil had pushed him away, a pain in his eyes that he wouldn’t name as he insisted that this was for the best, no matter how much Patton pleaded with him to stay.

“Please, Virgil! Was it something I did wrong?” he remembers asking, tears rolling down his cheeks.

“No, Pat,” Virgil had said, his tone deadpan, resigned. “You were perfect. And that’s the problem.”

Then he’d left, leaving Patton to pick up the broken pieces of his heart alone.

“Excusez-moi monsieur?” a voice broke through Patton’s thoughts, and he looked up to see a rather attractive man wearing a tie and glasses looking at him with a concerned expression on his face. “Est-ce que tu vas bien?“ the man continued, and Patton winced.

“Um...Je ne....parle pas français...bien,” he stammered out apologetically. He gestured to himself, then said, “Je viens...America.”

“Oh, I see,” the man said, switching flawlessly to english. “While what you actually just said is “I am coming America,” I understand your intent. I also am an American. What I had said was ‘Excuse me, sir, are you alright?’”

“Oh...” Patton smiled. “Well thanks for asking, kiddo, but I’m doing just fine!”

“Are you sure?” the man asked, raising an eyebrow at Patton. “You were crying.”

Patton put a hand to his face, startled to find tears beneath his fingertips. He blushed.

“Oh...I’m sorry.”

“There is no need to apologize for one’s emotions,” the man said kindly. “May I...join you?”

Patton shrugged and nodded, and the man pulled a chair up and sat down.

“Do you...wish to talk about what is troubling you?” the man asked, and Patton sighed.

“You...you’ll think I’m silly,” Patton said with a shaky laugh. “It’s just...my boyfriend broke up with me...just a couple of weeks ago...and I just really miss him.” Patton sniffled, and the man nodded sympathetically.

“I do not think that’s silly at all,” he said quietly. “I had to leave behind my own boyfriend when I moved here to study...I have missed him greatly, so I believe I understand how you feel.”

Patton shot the stranger a grateful smile, but found tears pooling in his eyes again as his thoughts once again fell on Virgil.

“I...I wanted him to come with me,” he admitted quietly, embarrassed at the crack in his voice, but the other man simply laid a hand over his, gently encouraging him to continue. “On this trip. I had it all planned out, the tickets bought and everything. I was going to surprise him after a date to the park...a picnic at the place we met.” He sniffled, and wiped a few tears away. “But he broke up with me before I could even ask.”

“I’m sorry,” the man murmured, stroking his thumb over the back of Patton’s hand. “That must have hurt terribly.”

Patton could only nod.

“If...if it’s not to bold of me to ask...why did he leave you?” The man winced, then quickly added, “of course, it’s none of my business, you don’t have to tell me if it’s too personal-”

“No, it’s alright,” Patton reassured him, offering a small smile. “I...I don’t know why, actually. That...I think is part of why it hurts so much. I asked him if it was...” Patton took a shaky breath. “If it was something I did, but all Virgil would say is that I had been perfect.”

Tears pooled in his eyes again, and he screwed his eyes shut.

“If I was perfect, then why did he leave?”

The man froze, and Patton cursed himself inwardly.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to overshare, I just–”

“Virgil?” the man repeated, as though he hadn’t heard Patton.

“I...yeah, Virgil. My...my ex,” Patton said, frowning at the strange look on his companion’s face. “Is something wrong?”

The man shook his head, his eyes wide behind his glasses.

“I am simply...surprised. Virgil is not that common of a first name in the english language, and yet that is also the name of my ex. The odds of us both having an ex with that name are extremely slim, and yet here we are. It is quite remarkable...are you alright?”

It was Patton’s turn to stare now, as he took in the man, really took him in. The analytical yet gentle nature, the cool demeanor, the fact that he had left his boyfriend in order to study abroad...

“What...what did you say your name was?” Patton asked.

“I...it’s Logan. Logan Abbot.” Logan gave Patton a quizzical look.

“So...the odds of us both having an ex with the same first name are pretty slim?” Patton asked, and Logan nodded. “Okay...so what would the odds be that we have an ex with the same last name too?”

Logan stared.

“Are you saying–”

“Your ex isn’t Virgil Shae by any chance, is he?” Patton asked.

“I...how did you...”

“You’re Logan,” Patton said, shaking his head in disbelief. “You’re Logan, you’re the guy Virgil dated last winter who got to study abroad in France for your masters program.”

“He...he told you about me?” Logan’s voice was small, surprised, and Patton nodded.

“We got a little tipsy one night and started talking about exes. I told him about my old boyfriend Dylan, and he told me about you...he said that he hated that you had to leave but that he was so proud of you.”

“I wanted to try long distance,” Logan said quietly. “But he insisted that it would distract me, and that he couldn’t stand the idea of holding me back.”

“That’s Virgil, alright,” Patton said, a fond smile slipping onto his face. “He said the same thing about Roman.”

Logan’s eyes widened.

“Roman?” he repeated, leaning forward.

“Yeah, before he dated you, Virgil told me he dated an actor named Roman Crown. Said he was wonderful, but he got a role in a movie overseas and had to leave...what are you looking at me like that for?”

Logan let out a strange laugh, reaching up and rubbing his eyes beneath his glasses.

“I knew Virgil had dated an actor, but I didn’t realize...I had no idea...”

“What?” Patton pressed, and Logan leaned back in his chair.

“Roman Crown’s movie was filmed here, in Paris. Our paths crossed at an english poetry reading near my university...he performed a stunning reading of poem he’d written called “My Fallen Angel,” and afterwards I complimented him on his work.”

Realization sparked in Logan’s eyes, and he groaned.

"Oh my god, that poem was about Virgil, wasn’t it? He even said, it was about someone he’d had to leave behind but still loved dearly...I assumed an ex, of course, but I never thought...”

Logan coughed, and suddenly his expression turned sheepish.

“We became friends after that night, although recently...I believe he has been dropping hints that he would like to be something more...in fact, I was supposed to meet him here today for coffee.” he shook his head, staring at Patton in bewilderment. “And then I meet you here as well. Amazing.”

"You can say that again,” said a new voice.

Patton looked up and locked eyes with a tall, handsome man wearing a white jacket over a red shirt.

“Roman!” Logan exclaimed, his face turning a rather adorable shade of pink, and Patton had a sudden, inescapable thought flood his mind.

Oh my god, I’m so gay.

He didn’t have a lot of time to dwell on that though, because Roman was still talking.

“So, I’m not one to eavesdrop normally, but I was coming over to find you, Lo, and see who your friend here was, and I didn’t catch everything, but I definitely heard the name Virgil.” He looked back and forth between the two men, a question in his eyes. “Mind explaining what’s going on?”

So, they told him.

Patton introduced himself and took turns with Logan explaining that they both had dated Virgil, the same Virgil that Roman himself had dated all those months ago.

“So wait, the poems that I wrote, the ones you said were what initially drew you to me...” Roman started, staring at Logan in disbelief.

“Yes, it would seem that you were writing about a man that we both had loved before,” Logan said simply.

“I...I might still love him,” Roman said quietly. “I...don’t think I ever stopped loving him, not really. When I was offered this role...Virgil was the one who told me to take it. I was hesitant, because it meant moving away from everything I knew, away from him, but he knew this was my dream, and he insisted I pursue it.”

“I...must confess, I feel the same,” Logan murmured. “He was incredibly supportive of my decision to come here for my studies...so much so that he declined my offers of attempting to continue our relationship long distance. He said something to the effect of ‘I don’t want to be the reason you don’t succeed.’”

“He...said that to me, too,” Roman added. “He said ‘I won’t be the reason you don’t make it big, Princey. You’re taking the role.’”

“Oh...” Patton whispered, and Roman and Logan turned to him. “I think I understand now.”

“What do you mean, Patton?” Logan asked, and Patton took a shaky breath.

“I didn’t understand before why Virgil left me...when I asked him if I’d done something wrong all he said was ‘You were perfect. And that’s the problem.' I didn’t understand that before, but I do now.” Patton looked up at the others, a sad smile on his face. “Virgil loved you. Both of you. So much so that he was willing to give you up when he thought that was what was best. He didn’t want to hold you back...”

Roman made a soft ‘oh’ sound as Logan’s eyes widened in comprehension.

“He left me because he thought he held me back,” Patton finished, tears welling up in his eyes again. “He didn’t though, he didn’t. I loved him.” He squeezed his eyes shut against the tears, and vaguely he registered Logan taking his hand again, Roman murmuring gentle words of reassurance in his ear as he rubbed his back, but none of that seemed to matter right then.

“I love him,” he whispered again, and Logan’s grip tightened.

“We know, Patton,” Roman said, his voice soft and comforting. “We know.”

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Virgil hadn’t left his apartment in a long time. His groceries were delivery, he could work on commissions from his living room, and there were no friends who would miss him if he shut himself away, so what was the point of doing anything else?

It was summer, after all, the season that he despised the most. The air was hot and sticky, and wherever he looked was another giggly, smiling couple, another reminder of how alone he was. Virgil couldn’t wait for the cooler air and colorful leaves that fall would bring...though the new memories that would come with it, those he could do without.

Virgil sighed, and put his head in his hands, his drawing tablet forgotten on the table next to him. Did he have to go and ruin every season by being a stupid sap and falling in love? He couldn’t think of bonfires now without hearing Roman singing along to a Disney film, couldn’t picture snowfall without the taste of chocolate, coffee, and the smell of paper and ink that followed Logan wherever he went, couldn’t imagine new flowers in bloom without seeing the twinkle in Patton’s eye or the bubbles popping at the top of his champagne glass.

All that was left to him was summer, stupid, sweaty, overhyped summer. He supposed it was what he deserved, for letting himself fall so easily.

Well.

It wasn’t a mistake he would be making again, that was for sure.

Virgil picked up his stylus again and tried to focus on his work, but he was finding it difficult to concentrate. After about forty-five minutes of not getting anywhere, he decided to call it quits. Maybe inspiration would come back to him later. He’d just deposited himself on the couch and turned on the TV when a knock sounded through his apartment.

Virgil gave the offending front door a skeptical look.

Nobody ever came to visit him, not anymore, so who would be knocking at his door? He really didn’t want to deal with someone trying to sell him health insurance or something right now. But when a soft, gentle, oh so achingly familiar voice called out “Virgil? Are you in there, kiddo?” he knew it wasn’t just a salesman.

He thought about not answering, he really did, but then Patton called out again, “Virgil, please?” and he found himself walking over to the door despite his better judgement. He’d never quite been able to resist Patton.

But opening the door and seeing the two men on either side of Patton, he realized that Patton wasn’t the only thing he had to worry about.

"R-ro?” he asked, taking a step back in surprise. “Logan?”

“Hey, Emo Knightmare,” Roman said quietly, and Virgil winced at the old pet name.

“Wh- what are you guys doing here?” Virgil asked, his eyes flitting back and forth between his three ex-boyfriends.

“Virgil, I believe the four of us need to talk,” Logan said. “May we come in?”

“I, I...” Virgil’s heart was beating faster now, and he was finding it difficult to catch his breath. What on earth would make all three of them come to see him? How did they even know each other!?

“Virgil, you’re not in trouble,” Patton soothed, reaching towards him but stopping just shy of touching him. “All we want is for you to hear what we have to say. After that, you can kick us out if you want, but first...please just listen to us?”

Virgil looked into Patton’s wide, pleading eyes, then stole a glance at Roman’s hopeful face and Logan’s hands fidgeting with his tie.

“Okay,” he said, doing his best to sound nonchalant. From the raise of Logan’s eyebrow and the quirk of Roman’s lips, he knew he hadn’t succeeded, but he tried not to focus on those little looks, on how familiar they were as he let the three of them in and closed the door behind him.

“So...” he shoved his hands into his hoodie pockets and looked over at them, careful not to make eye contact with anyone. “What’s going on?”

“Virgil,” Logan began, taking a deep breath. “The three of us are here today because, as you know, each of us have dated you for part of this past year.”

“Think he knows that, Specs,” Roman muttered, and Patton swatted at Roman’s arm, making a shushing sound. Virgil arched an eyebrow at the easy familiarity between the three of them, but kept silent as Logan rolled his eyes at Roman before continuing.

“While each of us only dated you for a short period of time when compared to the lifespan of an adult, we all deeply treasure the time that we spent with you, and were very sorry to see it end.”

“Not only that,” Roman picked up where Logan left off, his eyes glowing with affection, “but we’ve really missed you, Virgil. Being in the movie was an absolutely incredible experience, and I’m so glad I was able to do it, but...God, Virgil, I missed you every day. I thought about trying to contact you sometimes, but...I never could quite muster up the courage to do it.”

Virgil blinked in surprise at the thought of Roman not having the courage to do something, but before he had time to dwell on that thought, Logan was speaking again.

“Similarly, I found myself unable to keep my thoughts off of you while pursuing my studies. I wondered many times if I had made the right choice in leaving you, in not pushing harder for a long distance relationship. I too considered contacting you many times to attempt to regain some of what we’d lost, but since it was at your insistence that we broke things off cleanly, I did not wish to do anything to make you unhappy.”

Virgil stared at Logan, shocked by the confession. He’d always assumed that Logan was offering to go long distance out of courtesy, and he hadn’t wanted to make things hard on Logan by putting him through that, so he’d said they should end things altogether.

“I...” he started, but before he could summon anymore words, Patton was speaking.

“When...when you left me, Virgil, I didn’t understand.” His voice was small, layered with hurt, and Virgil cursed himself internally for being the one to cause that hurt. But this was why he’d had to leave, wasn’t it? So that Patton wouldn’t be hurt even worse because of him...

“But then, I went to Paris,” Patton continued, and confusion replaced the guilt in Virgil’s mind. “I...had wanted you to come, actually. Had the tickets and everything. But you broke it off, and...well, I thought maybe if I still took the trip, I’d be able to clear my head a bit.” Patton smiled at Roman and Logan, and there was a tender look in his eyes that Virgil realized with a start that he recognized as fondness.

“Turns out, I was right.”

“The three of us met there,” Logan continued, and Virgil’s eyes grew wide. “In fact, Roman and I met several months ago, not long after I moved to Paris. But the two of us met Patton in a café, and got to talking. We quickly realized that the three of us had one very big thing in common.” Logan gave Virgil a pointed look, and Virgil grimaced.

“Sorry,” he muttered, since he wasn’t sure what else to say.

“Oh, no honey...” Patton murmured as Logan responded,

“On the contrary, I am exceedingly grateful that the three of us met under the given circumstances.”

“Besides the fact that Patton was in a state of heartbreak, of course,” Roman added, and Logan planted his face into his palm as Virgil winced.

“Of course, my apologies, Patton, I didn’t mean to imply that I am glad you were in distress–”

“It’s okay, Logan,” Patton said, ever understanding, ever forgiving. “I’m glad we met like that too. Because meeting there, it helped us all to realize something.” Patton smiled over at Virgil, his eyes soft. “Do you know what that is, kiddo?”

Virgil could only shake his head, then suddenly, Roman was at his side, taking his hand and stroking his thumb over Virgil’s knuckles.

“I realized that I still love you, mi amor,” he whispered, and Virgil barely had time to make a half choked noise of surprise before Logan was taking his other hand.

"I also still love you, Virgil,” he said softly, and Virgil swallowed.

Roman’s grip was hot and full of fire and soul while Logan’s was cool and grounding, and having one on either side was making his head spin and his stomach churn, but even as he tried to interpret the conflicting sensations, he found that it wasn’t an unpleasant feeling. The two balanced each other somehow, and Virgil definitely didn’t hate the end result.

But then Patton was standing right in front of him, reaching up towards Virgil’s face. He moved slowly, giving Virgil time to move or say no, but Virgil let him, and Patton’s hand cupped the side of Virgil’s face, his eyes shining with unshed tears.

“I love you, Virgil. So, so much.”

“P-pat...”

“Of course, it was initially a bit awkward realizing that we all felt this way about the same person,” Logan continued, then he reached over and placed a hand on Patton’s shoulder. “But we soon came to another realization.”

Roman smiled, and reached over Patton’s other shoulder to cover Logan’s hand, bringing the four of them together in a strange sort of mix between an embrace and holding hands.

“Logan and I were already developing feelings for each other in France, and after spending the rest of Patton’s vacation with him...well, it was hard not to fall for the little puffball as well.”

“So what we came to ask you is...” Patton paused, glancing between Roman and Logan briefly who each nodded at him before all three of them turned their attention back to Virgil. “...Would you like to try again? With all three of us?”

Virgil was stunned, but as he looked at the three of them that shock gave way to something else. He imagined reading poetry by the light of a bonfire, drinking champagne while snow fell outside, singing Disney princess songs in the park while flowers bloomed. He saw the way Logan looked into Patton’s eyes, the way Patton leaned into Roman’s touch, the way Roman squeezed Logan’s hand. The three of them fit so well together, and then there was him, the one on the outside, the one who always ruined everything.

“It’s okay if you say no,” Logan interrupted his thoughts, nerves clear in his voice. “We respect that it is your decision. However, it would be very–”

“You...you’re sure you want me?” Virgil asked, his voice small and thin but oh so hopeful.

“Oh, Virgil,” Patton whispered, the tears falling from his eyes.

“Of course we want you,” Logan murmured to Virgil’s right, squeezing his hand.

“More than anything,” Patton added, and Roman nodded from Virgil’s other side.

“That is...if you’ll have us, mi amor?”

Virgil looked around at the three men he’d fallen in love with, who he knew he’d never really stopped loving at all, and felt something in his heart swell.

“Yeah...” he whispered, and he smiled at the way that Patton’s face lit up. “I’d...really like that.”

Patton surged forward and pressed their lips together, and Virgil let go of Roman and Logan’s hands to cup Patton’s face. It had only been a few weeks, but god he’d missed the taste of Patton’s lips, like birthday cake and honey and the promise of home.

The kiss was over far too soon for his liking, but as soon as Patton pulled away, Logan was in his place, leaning forward, and Virgil let himself fall into the familiar rhythm of kissing him. Logan still smelled like paper and ink and his breath tasted like coffee and cool peppermint, and Virgil could almost imagine frost on the window panes.

Then, Logan was stepping back, and Virgil was face to face with Roman, the first one he’d fallen for, the one he’d never stopped missing, no matter how much he had adored the others as well. Roman looked almost shy, and this time it was Virgil who made the first move, reaching forward and pulling Roman to him. Roman was wearing his vanilla chapstick, and as his strong arms snaked around Virgil’s waist, Virgil felt like he could cry. When Roman drew away, Virgil whined and pulled him close again, this time burying his face in Roman’s chest and wrapping his arms around his middle.

Two more sets of arms encircled the pair, and this, right here, the four of them intertwined together, this was absolutely perfect.

Fall was bonfires and apple cider and Disney marathons.

Winter was poetry books and hot chocolate and cuddling under piles of blankets.

Spring was walks in the park and flower crowns and late night conversations that sometimes turned into debates.

And Summer...

Summer was four different sounds of laughter, arguing over who got to hold whose hand, falling asleep under the stars in a messy tangle of limbs, and feeling unconditionally, irrevocably loved.

Maybe Summer wasn’t so bad after all.

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ryansfabray · 4 years

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Hangover | Nyan

Who: Ryan Fabray-Lynn & Noah Duval ( @tapdancingduval )

When: Sunday Morning 9.20.20

Where: Noah’s Suite

What: Ryan and Noah have a heart to heart in the aftermath of a night out

Noah

Noah had gotten Ryan gotten her out of her skirt and top and wrangled one of his 42nd Street tshirts on before tucking her into bed. She had lost the anger and antogonism that had nearly landed her in a fistfight just a half an hour earlier and was now in that giggly, sleepy phase. They had managed to avoid the throwing up because you're half way to alcohol poisoning phase so he took that as a win. He'd barely gotten any water into her so the hangover was probably going to be epic though.

Now the sun had been up for a couple of hours and he figured it was time to check on her and definitely get some water and maybe a couple of ibuprofen into her. He knocked very lightly then moved into the room quietly. The shades were down and the sun didn't shine in these windows so it was still a little dark. "Hey, Angel, time to wake up for a little bit. You need to drink some water."

Ryan

The night before was all a blur. Ryan barely remembered what happened for the first part of the night and completely blanked when around tequila shot number ten. Which meant she didn't remember dancing on the bar tops and she definitely didn't remember pulling a knife off the bar and holding it to some guys neck for grabbing her ass. Of course he deserved it, but she didn't need yet another altercation in town. Especially one where she could get banned from the local bar. She also didn't remember Noah basically throwing her over his shoulder and practically dragging her back to campus. She also didn't remember her making it extra difficult for him to change her into sleep appropriate clothes. What she would remember was the splitting headache and the piercing sound the door made when it creaked open. She was in and out of it for the better part of an hour so Noah coming in didn't startle her in the last. She pushed herself up and looked around, recognizing where she was immediately. She looked up at him then pressed her face into her hands, shaking her head as she cried into her hands. "I'm such a fucking idiot."

Noah

Noah nodded his head sagely. Not because he thought she was an idiot. Nothing could be further from the truth, but he knew exactly how it felt to be that hungover and ever single time he'd said the same exact thing. So he nodded because there was no argument to be made against the statement and her tears were breaking his heart. He walked over and sat gently down on the bed, knowing any exaggerated motion might do her stomach wrong. He set the water on the bedside table and rubbed her back.

Ryan

It was meant to be comforting and she did appreciate the effort, but it only made Ryan feel worse. So she shoved his arm away without really looking over at him. Then when that just brought on a new wave of emotions that brought on more tears, Ryan let out a scream before falling back into the bed. It was still dark in the room which made it easier to finally open her eyes but she didn't dare look over at Noah. "Do you remember the last time I was in here?" She asked quietly, when the sobs finally stopped. But the tears still streamed down the side of her face and into her hair.

Noah

Noah forced himself not to take it personally. She was hurting. None of this was about him and he wouldn't make it about him. He wanted to comfort her somehow though and didn't know what he could do. He kept his distance but stayed on the bed. He looked around the room. Yeah, he remembered the last time she was here. "I do." It had been one of the hardest nights of his life. He'd wanted her so much. "I sometimes wish we'd made love that night. She'd been so very drunk though and it was unthinkable, but he still wished it sometimes. "It felt like the end of things. I guess it was in a way."

Ryan

It seemed like her life was just a series of things coming to an end and she was starting to realize she was the reason. There was a sudden burst of fresh tears when he brought her back to that night in full force. She had blocked it out for so long but just like that it all came rushing back. The humiliation and hurt from being so vulnerable. And now she was doing the very same thing to Nate. She nodded. "I don't think it would have made a difference really, but it would have been nice to have a final night with you. Though looking back on it, if we had made - fucked that night, I probably wouldn't have had the strength to walk away and we'd be the ones in this predicament right now, not me and Nate." She let out a shaky breath and finally looked over to where Noah was sitting. "I think I'm going to leave him." It was the first time she said those words out loud.

Noah

"No, I don't think so. We had already said goodbye without actually saying the words. We already knew. If we'd made love," He smiled not changing his phrasing because in his mind they'd never just fucked. Not even once. Not that first time on a sandy lake beach, not when he'd gone down on her in the shower in a hurry before morning classes, not when they had all the time in the world in his bed. "it would have just been a different kind of goodbye. It was going to end then, but it was the beginning of something else right? Something good. One of the best things in my whole damn life." She wasn't sobbing anymore but the way her breath shook and the sadness in her eyes when she looked over at him was heartbreaking. "Okay." He wouldn't try to talk her into leaving or staying. The choice had to be hers. He just wanted her to know that he was there for her whatever that choice was. "How's it feel saying that?" He knew how different feelings were once you spoke them aloud.(edited)

Ryan

Ryan nodded. There was no use rehashing things that happened in the past. They had already moved on, they were in a good place. They were friends. Real, true friends. But the reminder of how things always seemed to come crashing down for her was just too alarming. She smiled. Something good. They had both moved on to what was supposed to be the best of their lives. Hers was ending but at least Noah still had his chance. "Yes." Ryan couldn't maintain eye contact, even if she wanted to and green eyes flicked back up to the ceiling. "It feels like finally admitting something that I've been trying to suppress for months. It feels like an inevitability. I hear my father's voice telling me 'I told you so'. But over it all, I feel a small bit of relief."

Noah

Noah nodded. "I didn't feel any relief when I broke up with Ollie. I felt... sick, panicked, broken... never felt relieved. So maybe that's a sign that you're making the right decision. Do you think..." He paused to consider his words before speaking. "Do you think that maybe it has as much to do with D/s as it did with us. I already know that you care about Nate a lot. Probably love him more than you did me. Y'all have history and care about each other to the ends of the Earth, but is it possible that none of that was ever going to be enough. Just like it was never going to be enough for us?" They'd never actually talked about D/s related things. Sure they talked about his inability to do any of it, but that was more about how it affected him emotionally, not the specifics of it. And they'd never talked about her preferences, just that she did want to live a D/s life. Maybe she needed to actually talk about that now. Because right now she was just thinking she was this terrible person who broke things. He knew that wasn't true.

Ryan

Ryan sighed. Was this the right decision? She sat up again, wiping the remaining tears from her eyes. "I do love Nate but it isn't a matter of quantity, it's just that I loved him different. Our relationship is solely based on D/s. And it was enough, it was fulfilling, but I'm not just a submissive. And I mean, Nate understands that." Ryan took a moment to gather her thoughts, not really knowing what she wanted to say. "When it was just me and Nate, in a scene - with me at his mercy in subspace, it was fine. I am his completely." Ryan felt like she was oversharing, but this was the first time she was able to say any of this out loud. "It's the times outside of scenes that I struggle with. The rules, the restrictions, having to suppress so much of myself. I thought I would be able to handle it because I wanted to be with him so much. But as time went on, it only got worse. I have been domming more which makes me want it more. I just can't be this perfect little submissive that Nate wants. He's supposed to be my number one priority but he isn't. I am."

Noah

Noah didn't interject. There were parts of this that he just didn't get, but he didn't need to really. He felt like for now he just needed to be a sounding board. He got the feeling that she hadn't ever said a lot of this out loud before. "I don't know if he's supposed to be your number one priority even if you do want to stay his submissive. Ollie's got..." He shook his head. "Forget that. We're not really a good example are we? And I have feeling that it's not about details is it?" He paused. "If you were to just imagine yourself in a place, a circumstance that is the best for helping you get to your best self what would that look like? Is you as a full-time 24/7 Dom or do you just want to be a different Dom's submissive?" He didn't really want to know the answer to the questions. He'd support her no matter what, but they seemed like questions she was asking herself or needed to be asking herself.

Ryan

Ryan let out a dry laugh. “Yeah well to Nate - if he’s my Dominant, he should be my number one priority and I don’t know what I was thinking, trying to be that for him.” Tears started to form. “I wanted to be that for him.” She mulled over his question, bringing her knees to her chest so she could wrap her arms around her. “No, I could never be anyone else’s submissive,” she answered honestly. “If I’m ever going to claim again, I will be the Domme.” It was that statement that held the most confidence. “That’s as much as she wanted to say on the matter so she laid back down and sunk into the mattress. “Thank you for taking care of me last night. Did I do anything stupid?”

Noah

"You were thinking how good it felt to be submissive with him. You were thinking of an awful lot of shared history. I don't think that can be downplayed here. You have... well you have this tough relationship with your dad and no one understands that quite like he does right? And it felt really good and really really right when you were in a scene with him. You could give up all your worries and your concerns in those moments and just let him be in control, right?" He thought that even if Nate didn't see it now, someday he'd see that that this happened at all, that she was that for him at all, meant a whole damn lot. It made him damn special. He nodded. "Sucks, but might be you had to go through this to realize it, you know?" The if I ever claim again is hopefully just a reaction to the feelings that were all just right there. "I'll always take care of you Angel. Ollie too. Nah, nothing really stupid. There was a dickhead who was being stupid and you were very keen to fist fight him, but that's when we came home."

Ryan

Ryan just nodded. There was nothing for her to say because he was right. It did feel good when she submitted to him and he did understand her relationship to her father in a way that no one else did. But this left her wondering if she was claimed by him for the wrong reasons. Though none of that really mattered anymore. In any case, she was done talking about it. “I tried to fight someone?” She asked with a chuckle before pulling him towards her and down on the bed. She snuggled into his side and just enjoyed the closeness. “Thank you, Noah.

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omenapologist-moved · 4 years

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I was going to make a post apologizing for venting so much, but honestly I am not sorry and I am not sorry for oversharing, either, and I shouldn’t be and I shouldn’t have to be sorry that I am hurting and using one of the few outlets I have at the moment to talk about my pain.

I always feel like I have to prove myself and I have to do this and that to prove I’m not a burden, but that’s... Bullshit. I’m a living, breathing person, am I not? Is that not enough? It should be.

It was fucked up what these people did to me and I will say that and I will not be silent about it.

It is fucked up that someone I got into online discourse with over kinning a fictional fucking character wound up getting in contact with ex-roommates of mine, who stole my medical documents and shared those documents with this person I got into discourse with. It’s fucked up that they then proceeded to contact a man that emotionally, sexually, and financially abused me throughout the entire spans of our relationship, and then decided that because they didn’t like me that he never abused me and that I, in fact, abused him, despite the fact that at this point he’s a known predator and I am not the first of his victims, nor his only victim, and I unfortunately probably will not be his last victim either. It’s fucked up that then, they decided to contact my abusive father, who I escaped from in 2018 and have very purposefully not contacted since, not told him where I live, etc, and tried to doxx me in order to tell my abusive father my home address. It’s fucked up that they were trying to doxx me through pictures and videos I was uploading on my private Facebook account, which they accessed because one of the people I thought was my friend was actually not my friend at all and was happily, voluntarily sharing this information with all of them.

It’s fucked up that this same ex-friend of mine, who I have not spoken with in well over a year now, continues to try and harass me, to engage with me. It is fucked up and wrong that he has contacted my current friends, tried to slander my name, and TRIED TO PREVENT ME FROM GETTING INTO SAFE HOUSING because of this insane, incomprehensible grudge he has against me. It is fucked up that his partner literally gaslit me not only about a sexual assault I experienced, but about my overall behavior towards my then-roommates. It is fucked up that all of these people had a group chat dedicated to the organized harassment of my person, pretending that it was not a genuine hate group and was instead some sort of “support group” for people I had “abused.”

The worst thing I ever did to this ex-friend and his partner was tell them their relationship was unhealthy, because they were constantly, constantly with one another, and massively emotionally co-dependent despite having only been dating for a month, and that I had been down that road and that it was not a good road to go down and that I was concerned. That is the worst thing I ever did to this person, and somehow they twisted that and said I was trying to break them up in order to get with this friend, despite the fact that I was newly single after having been literally left for dead by my prior boyfriend (the same one that constantly abused and raped me.) and really didn’t have much of an interest in immediately entering another relationship. Both this friend and his partner would try to talk me into entering a poly triad with the two of them, an offer I nearly took them up on because I was hurt, and lonely. I am glad I did not. But they gaslit me about that, too.

It was fucked up how this person I had engaged in stupid, STUPID discourse with did all of that and interacted with all of these people who had seriously hurt me in real life, not online and then offered a non-apology to make themselves look like the better, bigger person.

It was fucked up how I was going to be on the fucking streets and so someone I thought I could trust offered to take me in while quoting a literal cult from a movie I enjoyed, and I accepted. It was fucked up how I moved across the country in with these two people I had never met before and scarcely spoken with, and how I never spoke to anyone aside from them for eight whole months, the final 3 of which I spent in complete isolation not only due to the quarantine but due to my overall situation. It was fucked up that at first they both bombed me with love and adoration and acceptance, preaching that we would be a family, and it would just be us, and any implication or mention of having anyone else join us was shot down or brushed away. Just the three of us. And they lovebombed me and bought me whatever I wanted and sang my praises, and behind my back I would learn both of them were lusting after me and in all likelihood the entire point of bringing me to Arizona was not to save my life, as convenient of a guise as that was, rather it was to add me to their harem. The love bombing, the coming onto me while intoxicated. The decision that maybe this wasn’t a good idea only after I would not accept their advances.

It was fucked up that I wasn’t informed the apartment was overrun with cockroaches and mold and probably bedbugs until after I had moved there and found out the hard way.

It was fucked up that I thought I had known someone only to discover they were a legitimate predator. It was fucked up to have that happen twice. It was fucked up to spend 3 months genuinely fearing for my life on a daily basis, only to be told that was an invalid fear because I had homicidal ideation (which they encouraged and sexualized despite me expressing that I did not like this part of me and that I wanted it to stop and that it was deeply viscerally upsetting me and made me feel sick and that I had constant nightmares about it) and how I’m the real predator, how they should be afraid of me, if anyone is to be afraid in this circumstance.

It was fucked up that so much of my progress with regards to my self esteem, self image, gender presentation was torn down by this person. It was fucked up to be slut-shamed by my own boyfriend, to practically be told that because I wore ripped up jeans without underwear I was a slut who was asking to be raped. It was fucked up to be told the way I dressed triggered him and that I needed to stop expressing myself because if a guy hit on me in public he would be triggered and jealous and that’s somehow my fault and my problem to solve and not his problem to solve in therapy. It was fucked up how I was roped into assisting him in stalking a 19 year old when he was 23, and how he spent nearly every waking hour talking about this boy he became genuinely obsessed with. It was fucked up that I had to watch this obsession get worse and worse and I feared for my own life because of it and I feared for and still fear for that boy’s life because of it and somehow that makes me the creepy bad one.

It was fucked up that he scattered bird seed for some reason on the living room floor and my cat started eating it and then vomiting up white foam and I was worried that because of his constant fucking carelessness for everyone and everything around him but himself I would have to let my pet die in my arms and watch her die in my arms because of his negligence and there was nothing I could do because at the time I couldn’t afford a vet.

It was fucked up that one day I came home to the apartment covered in blood and my immediate worry was that he had kidnapped and/or hurt this boy. It was fucked up that circumstances made me think that could be a possibility to begin with.

It was fucked up that the two of them can just go on with their lives, they can go by different names and pretend to be someone else and they’re virtually fucking fine, but I can’t and won’t, and I have even more trauma and baggage now meanwhile they’re off scott-free. It is fucked up that my praises were sung up until I stopped accepting their bad behavior and condoning it and then suddenly I was the devil itself, that we went from “I hardly remember life before you came here, you make this house feel like a home, you’re family to me, my life is so much better because of you” to just... tearing me down and threatening my life, actively and purposefully and without regret or remorse and constantly demonizing me.

It was ALL fucked up and wrong and absolutely fucking none of this needed to or had to happen, and it is fucked up that all of them are just happily getting away with it and are able to so easily demonize and blame me despite fucking abusing and tormenting me for so, so long because I dared to get angry, I dared to stop taking the bullshit, I dared to be mentally ill and to trust them with my thoughts only to have them warped and perverted and to be groomed and to be wound up like a fucking toy, wind me up and watch me go.

It was all fucked up.

#\\\^◊^///#VVV

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raccoonwritings · 5 years

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A Drink Away from Honesty (Ch. 6)

Childhood Friends AU (angst with a happy ending, be warned)

Lucas is an oversharing drunk, Eliott is both desperate and dramatic, and everyone is trying to just keep everything straight.

Or alternatively, Lucas and Eliott were childhood best friends until a storm tears them apart and brings them back together.

(Title from “Don’t Miss Me?” by Marianas Trench)

Chapter 6: The Second One

Lucas (16) and Eliott (18)

Jeudi 17:09

Lucas’ plans with the boys are abruptly canceled when he gets called back home for an apartment meeting. He knows they have to talk about Manon and where’s she’s going to be living, considering she moved out a little while ago to travel to London with Charles. He doesn’t know how this is going to go and he’s already dreading it. He likes Manon, but it isn’t obvious to see that Mika and Lisa prefer having her around more than him.

He sinks into the couch and waits for the others to arrive, which they do moments later. Manon sits on the arm of the couch to Lucas’ left and he has to admit he’s missed her. She hasn’t even said anything, but the presence she gives off is a comforting. Without her, he’d probably be sleeping in the park or hopping couches. He owes her a lot, he knows, and he really would give her as much as he can, except he really needs his own mental space right now.

From: Chloe

Hi Lucas! Would you want to go out on a date, like a proper one? Maybe tomorrow?

Lucas groans and he tries to ignore it and actually follow the conversation going on between his roommates, which he immediately checks out of once he realizes they are talking about Manon’s trip and he just really wants to be playing video games and ordering junk food with the boys.

“So, you expect us to just let you live here again? Just like that?” Mika says, dramatically staring out the window of the living room. Manon looks at him and looks at Lucas, who returns a ‘you know he’s kidding look’. He’s proven right just a few seconds later when Mika runs over to the couch, wrapping his arms around her and screeching that of course, she’s always welcome there, but that she just has to take Lucas’ room.

“Excuse me?” Lucas exclaims.

“Are you kidding, Lucas? You’re going to let this poor sweet soul sleep on the couch? She deserves to have her room back. She did live here before you did, no?”

“Yeah, she did, but she left the room to me when she left!” Lucas knows he isn’t going to win this argument and Manon looks absolutely petrified to be the cause of it.

“It’s really okay, Mika, I can sleep on the couch. I slept well, anyways,” Manon insists, trying to deescalate the situation.

“No, no, no. You deserve your room back. You’re like family to us, and Lucas is more like a cousin.”

“More like a second cousin,” Lisa adds.

“Guys!” Manon looks incredulous and upset.

“Whatever, I’ll clean my stuff out and you can have the room back in the morning.” Lucas pulls himself out of the couch and heads towards his room.

“No, Lucas, she’ll have the room back tonight,” Mika demands.

“Mika!” Lucas can hear Manon as he enters his bedroom and he just really needs to be alone right now. He knows he’s not that close to them, Lisa and Mika specifically, but he didn’t expect to have it thrown in his face so flatly. The apartment felt so much better before Manon left.

Time passes slowly while he packs up his measly belongings, throwing them begrudgingly and haphazardly into his moving boxes. He’s only gotten two small boxes stuffed before there’s a knock on the door.

“Salut, Lucas,” Manon enters, looking a bit shyer than she was before. He can tell she feels bad about the situation.

“Hi Manon, what’s up?” He says, not bothering to look at her. He knows he shouldn’t be directing the anger towards her, but he’s upset and he isn’t going to hide it.

“I’m really sorry about before. I didn’t think that they would do that.” She offers, awkwardly standing in the entrance to her old room. Lucas takes the initiative to clean off enough of the bed so they can both sit.

“Come here,” he tells her, patting the space on the bed next to him. She takes the offer graciously, walking to join him and sitting cross legged.

“I really am sorry, Lucas. I really don’t mind taking the couch.” She smiles at him sadly, but Lucas can’t distinguish whether or not she’s actually thinking about the roommate situation.

“It’s alright, Manon. The couch is fine, just as long as I have a place to sleep.”

“How are you doing? Have things gotten any easier?” Her tone suddenly shifts to concern.

“Things are okay. They’re fine,” he dismisses. He doesn’t really want to talk about anything, especially after what just happened, but he feels a small hand on his shoulder and looks to find Manon’s eyes boring into him.

“Lucas. I’m here to talk, please tell me you still know that.” He knows, he’s just afraid.

“I know, Manon. There’s just nothing to talk about,” he shrugs. He doesn’t even have to look at Manon to know she doesn’t believe him. “I just want to finish packing up.”

Manon remains silent for a second, clearly thinking about something. “You know Lucas, we could share the room and the bed. If you want too. I’m probably going to spend more time at Emma’s house than here, and when Charles comes back, I can just grab my suitcase and that way you don’t have to pack and repack. I mean, it’s not like we haven’t shared the room before,” she smiles down at the floor, appearing to be reminiscing about when they first shared the room for an extended period of time. Lucas tries to ignore the thought of back then, not because he doesn’t appreciate what she’s done for him and the support she’s provided, but because he doesn’t have the emotional stability to do that right now.

He takes a few moments to think about the possible resolution. “Wouldn’t Charles be upset about you sleeping in a bed with another guy?” He has to question that, at least.

“Lucas, we both now he would find you as a threat.” His insides shift at her statement, not because it’s intended to be hurtful, but because he remembers the state she found him in and the cause of said state.

“Okay,” he says, because it’s really the only thing that his brain can formulate. “We’ll share. Only if it’s okay with you.”

“Of course, I suggested it.” Her smile really is lovely, and he can feel himself relax a little bit. “Thank you, Lucas.” She hugs him and he holds her there just for a second extra because he’s missed his friend, who he wouldn’t dare call that because it would go straight to her supportive ego.

Vendredi 18:45

The fact that Lucas finds himself waiting in a coffee shop on a Friday afternoon waiting for Chloe instead of with his friends is probably the worst thing that could have happened to him this week. She had kept texting him yesterday, so finally he had agreed, saying that he would meet her for coffee, then they could decide to go somewhere else.

The coffee shop itself though, despite being the backdrop for such an unpleasant meeting, was quite nice. It was small and quaint, and Lucas thinks he’d actually come back in the near future, as long as he doesn’t have to go on an obligated date. He sits at a table in the corner, where he can see the windows and will have time to mentally prepare when he sees her enter.

What he doesn’t expect is for Chloe to enter, followed by Eliott and Lucille. Nothing could’ve prepared him for that sight, the sight of Chloe and Lucille chatting happily, while Eliott’s eyes don’t stop looking at him. Lucas knows this day couldn’t get any worse.

“Salut, Lucas!” Chloe greets, kissing him on the lips softly. She sits in the chair next to him while Eliott and Lucille sit across from them. Lucas is bitter, he knows, so he takes Chloe’s hand and intertwines their fingers. She gives him a big smile and returns to her conversation with Lucille. He can feel Eliott’s gaze on him, but he doesn’t dare look.

“Sorry to interrupt ladies, but I’m going to go get some drinks, would like anything?” He stands, scooting behind Chloe’s chair and around to the front of the table.

“A hot chocolate for me, please.” Lucille answers first, smiling at him genuinely. He hates that she has been so nice for so long.

“A decaf coffee, please.” Chloe offers him a smile, and just for an added bonus of spite, he kisses her on the cheek. When he looks at Eliott, he can see the jealousy smeared everywhere. Lucas is enjoying making him like this, he’s not going to lie. Eliott was the one who gave him up anyway, and honestly, he has no right to be jealous.

“I’ll help you grab the drinks, Lucas,” Eliott chimes in and suddenly, Lucas is on edge. He doesn’t want to be alone with Eliott, but it seems he doesn’t have a choice. To think he could have gotten a moment by himself, to extract himself from possibly the worst situation ever, was all a pipe dream.

“Okay,” Lucas says through gritted teeth and doesn’t bother to wait for Eliott to meet him at the front of the table before walking across the store and getting on the long line for drinks.

“Hi,” Eliott joins him, standing to his left and looking down, trying to catch Lucas’ eyes.

“Hi.”

“How are you?”

“Fine.”

“Well, I’m great, thanks for asking.” Lucas looks up at him, angry that he could be so casual, when he sees Eliott staring up at the board, seemingly trying to decide what he wants.

“Are you stalking me? How did you even know I was going to be here?” Lucas needs the answer to this question, because all Eliott’s presence is doing is making a bad situation even worse.

“No, Lucas, I’m not stalking you. Lucille and I ran into Chloe on the bus and she mentioned she was meeting you here and offered us to join. She and Lucille seem to have hit it off quite well,” Eliott explains, glancing over to the girls who are heavily involved in some topic of conversation.

“Ah okay. Nice to see you and Lucille are back together.” Lucas looks away, but can see Eliott turn his entire body towards him.

“Why would you say that? We haven’t been together for years.”

“Then why were you on the bus together?” Lucas asks, before he gets to the front of the line, happy that this conversation will stop for a second. He orders all of the drinks, including one for Eliott (not that he wanted to, the cashier asked Eliott if he wanted anything and of course he wanted something). He moves down to end to wait for the drinks.

“Just so you know, we aren’t together, but we still talk when she comes home for break. I’m single, and it’s nice to see your jealous.” Excuse him?

“I’m not jealous. What would I be jealous of? I have a lovely girlfriend sitting at the table over there.”

“Don’t bull shit me or yourself, Lucas. You don’t like her, you know what you like, and she isn’t that.” His tone was laced with a bit of venom, but more so at the fact that he knows that Lucas is pretending. He knows what it’s like for Lucas to be real and he seems aggravated that he has become fake again. If Eliott had stayed and not broken his heart, maybe he wouldn’t have to be fake.

“How about you leave me alone and go back to your life without me,” Lucas seethes and goes to grab the drinks, which are now ready, to bring back over Chloe and Lucille.

“Living without you is something I don’t ever want to experience again.”

Lucas’ heart nearly stops. He’s still so angry, but he hears the genuineness in his voice, and fuck, does he want to believe him. He has to stop thinking so he can deliver the drinks without completing spilling them.

“Here you go, love,” he says, superficially sweet, and thanked by Chloe with a kiss, to which he overexaggerates, for the purpose of pissing Eliott off. He can see, by the look in Eliott’s eyes, that he is succeeding.

“Wow, you know Chloe, you seem very mature for your age,” Lucille says, genuinely impressed by something Chloe must have said while Eliott and him were getting drinks.

“It’s because I’m dating an older guy,” she replies, wrapping her arms around Lucas’ shoulders. He smiles at her and looks at Eliott, who is drinking his coffee bitterly. As if Lucas was the one who’s jealous.

Lucille is digging in her bag for her phone, that’s ringing rather obnoxiously. When she fishes out and answers, her facial expressions immediately change to horror as she excuses herself to the restroom. Chloe seems concerned and apologizes, only to excuse herself and follow Lucille. Eliott chugs the rest of his drink and gets up.

“Come on, we’re leaving.” Honestly, that sounds like a great idea, but he doesn’t want to be alone with Eliott, not yet anyways.

“I’m good, thanks.” He sounds cold and he doesn’t care.

“So what, Lucas, you’re going to be fake for the rest of your life? You’re going to sit here and pretend to like a girl you have no interest in?” Eliott stares into his soul and it aggravates the shit out of him. Eliott is getting to him.

“I like her, I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he gets up so he can talk to Eliott face to face. “Why don’t you just leave me the hell alone? Why do you care so much about me? I didn’t matter a year ago, so why don’t you stop pretending?” He gets in Eliott’s space and glares up. He’s done taking this shit.

That’s when Eliott pushes him towards the door. “Let’s talk outside.”

They leave the coffee shop and stand just out of view of the windows. “Lucas, I’m not pretending to care, I always have. Every single second I’ve known you, I’ve cared. Please tell me you don’t actually believe that I don’t care about you.” Eliott steps closer and runs a hand through his hair. Lucas wants to cry. His heart is broken, and he wants to heal, but he doesn’t trust the one person who can help.

“You are pretending, Eliott! You dropped me without a second thought. I wasn’t important to you and you’re trying to make yourself feel better!” The tears are starting to come, and the panic is beginning to rise.

“Every word of that is wrong, Lucas. You’re the only thing that has ever mattered to me, don’t you get that?” His tone is soft and lacking accusation. His hands cup Lucas’ face and he wipes the tears off with his thumbs.

“Stop trying to fix this, Eliott. You can’t put this one back together. I want to let you back in, but I don’t trust you anymore and I don’t think I ever can.” He looks up and sees the tears forming in Eliott’s eyes. Maybe he finally got the message.

“Please, please tell me I can do something,” he’s pleading now and Lucas’ heart is breaking.

Lucas shakes his head somberly. Eliott waits a few moments.

“Okay, I’ll leave you alone, but I just need one last thing.” He takes a hand off Lucas’ cheek and runs it through Lucas’ hair, stopping at the hair at the back of his neck. Lucas feels his head being pulled, and suddenly Eliott’s lips are against his and the taste of tears is caught in between. This is the first kiss in years that have felt like something and it’s killing him. His brain snaps out of it when he realizes that it’s raining and they’re outside, in public.

Lucas pulls away so fast he almost falls back. When he steadies himself, he sees Chloe, who seems to have left the coffee shop in search of him and Eliott. She’s looking at him with disdain and confusion.

She saw them.

Lucas (13) and Eliott (15)

Lundi 17:00

To Lucas, everything means something. His friendships with people mean the world to him, his relationship with his parents is everything, and that kiss that he had with Eliott a few weeks back was vital to his being. He truly thought that it meant the same to his best friend as it did to him, but it didn’t, apparently, because a few weeks later, Lucas and Eliott were sitting on the living room floor of Eliott’s apartment when the doorbell rings. In walks a very pretty girl, with short, curly brown hair and eyes like Eliott’s who introduces herself as Lucille, Eliott’s girlfriend. His heart shatters and Lucas doesn’t think he’ll ever forget the sound it makes when it does. It’s loud and disastrous, horrifying and detrimental. He doesn’t quite understand why his heart breaks in the manner that it does, because it’s just his best friend, who looks so incredibly happy with this girl, and he should be supportive and loving and accepting of this girl who seems to have won over Eliott’s heart. He realizes then, that it hurts because he thought he had a chance to win Eliott’s heart and, in reality, he doesn’t. The realization hits him so hard, harder than anything has because he recognizes that he’s attracted to his best friend. Everything makes him feel woozy.

He offers a greeting to Lucille, but excuses himself, saying that he doesn’t feel well and wishes to return home. Eliott looks sad and looks like he knows something is wrong but doesn’t want to get into that conversation while Lucille is there. He’s appreciative of that, at least.

The walk back home is short and he’s glad when he reaches the front door, but he hears his parents fighting as soon as he enters. It’s just an added bonus to his shitty day, and he decides against doing his homework, opting that sleep sounds so much better than anything else.

Lucas (14) and Eliott (16)

Vendredi 22:22

In totality, Eliott and Lucille dated for just over a year. They broke up and got back together many times over the course of that period, but Lucas has added it up and knows that they time they spent together was longer than he cared to think about. Over that time, he had come to the realization that he likes Eliott. Not that he’s gay, but it’s Eliott. His best friend. His other half, practically. He hasn’t been separated from him since they were little, and he didn’t ever want to be apart from him. Unfortunately, his feelings are unrequited, and he has to live with that, but he can as long as Eliott doesn’t date anyone else.

“You know, Lucille and I have been talking, and I think we may get back together,” Eliott brings up casually one Friday, while they’re drinking in Eliott’s bedroom. They had been broken up for a month at this point and Lucas had felt the best he had in a long time. He would give anything for Eliott to remain single.

“I don’t think you should,” he says, swigging down some beer.

“Why not?” Eliott questions.

“I don’t know, you guys have broken up and gotten together so many times, don’t you think it’s better if you guys just ended it?” Lucas ponders, looking to his best friend and hoping they can just switch the topic. He really doesn’t want to talk about Lucille anymore.

“I kind of feel like she’s the only one for me. Who else is going to like this mess?” He gestures to himself. Oh, boy, that is not the question he should be asking Lucas, especially considering he’s had quite the handful of beers.

“So many people! So many people would like you!” Lucas exclaims, not knowing where he got his burst of energy, but just accepting it because what he said is incredibly true.

“Aw, you’re sweet, Lucas. I know you like me, but I need someone who likes me and wants to kiss me,” Eliott admonishes, with his head looking down to the floor. Lucas’ stomach churns, wanting to tell him everything about how he feels, but is scared of the reaction and doesn’t know exactly what to say, so he lets the alcohol speak for him.

“Would it be so bad if I liked you like that too?” He asks softly, and dear god, he has never seen someone’s head snap up that fast.

“Lucas, what did you just say?” He gets up out of his chair and walks to where Lucas is sitting on his bed. Lucas gulps and wishes he hadn’t said anything.

“Nevermind, it’s not important,” he gets up and tries to escape this conversation that he’s not ready to have. He’s not ready to lose his best friend because his dumb brain doesn’t know how to stop liking him. Eliott catches him before he can make it out the bedroom door and holds Lucas against his chest.

“What did you say, Lulu? Tell me, please,” Eliott pleads gently. Lucas shakes his head. “Why not? You just said something and I want to make sure I heard it right. Please, Lulu.” His eyes are kind and warm, despite being a bluish green color, and Lucas loses himself in them.

Lucas determines that if he’s going to lose his best friend over this, then he may as well get it over with. He’ll deal with the pain and go back to liking girls, to being normal.

“Would it be so bad if I liked you the way you wanted too?” It’s softer than it was last time and Eliott just looks at him in awe. There’s so much fondness and love in his expression that Lucas dreams of staying there just like that forever.

“Are you just saying this because you don’t want me to feel bad or because you actually like me?”

Lucas buries his head in Eliott’s shoulder. “The second one.”

“Lulu, look at me.” With a shaky breath and butterflies in his stomach, Lucas pulls his head from the place where it was hiding to give Eliott what he wanted. A hand slips into the hair at the nape of his neck and Lucas loves it when his friend plays with his long locks. Eliott’s lips crash into his and he gasps and moans at the same time, making Eliott chuckle against his mouth. Lucas clutches at sweatshirt Eliott is wearing and tugs him closer, because fuck, this is great and good and wonderful and everything he has wanted since that game of truth or date over a year ago and he doesn’t want it to end.

Eliott pulls away after a minute, with red cheeks and puffy lips and Lucas chases his mouth like it’s the air he needs to breath. He has no shame, not anymore. Soon there’s tongues on tongues and it’s the hottest thing Lucas has probably ever experienced, and he can’t help but moan. The hand in his hair is gripping tighter, not letting Lucas go, and fuck, like he would want to be anywhere else.

When they finally do pull away mutually, Eliott rests his forehead against Lucas’ and smiles so wide it hurts Lucas’ face. “If you couldn’t tell, I like you like that too.”

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