#he was my whole personality during highschool and I’m so happy I can actually draw him now

[mfdragon]

Fiddle-de-de 🎶

I offer you some Blitzee 🎵

[nxrthmizu]

love in bubble wraps.

fandom | haikyuu!!

pairing | kuroo tetsurou x reader

genre | fluff

w.c | 1.9k

author's note | based on a real life experience... :)

Love, you think, comes in many forms. Sometimes love is a warm, home-cooked meal that is now cooked at least once a week because you told your mother you liked it. Other times, love is laughing and crying alongside the friends you’ve known since pre-school because everyone passed their highschool finals with flying colours. Throughout our lives, we gradually come to meet the different forms of love, because it comes in all shapes, colours, and sizes.

First, we learn that love is a roof that you can always turn to when a storm blows in. Then, we learn that love is knowing that there are people who will drop everything to help you when your car breaks down in the middle of nowhere. Lastly, we learn to interlock our fingers with the one we wish to walk to the end of time with.

Then again, love varies from person to person— Just like how the goddess of love, Aphrodite, looks different to every soul that sets its sights on her; Beauty truly lies in the eye of the beholder. For some, love comes in the form of a warm body to cuddle next to on a rainy day. For others, love comes in the form of a jewelled ring. For you, love comes in the form of a 6’2 man who still doesn’t know how to tame his bedhead.

Tetsurou is often too busy for his own good, always running around here and there to secure contracts, ensuring that Japan can make a name for itself during the Olympics. He books train tickets to opposite ends of Japan at least once a month, leaving before the sun rises and returning after it sets. The sun never dictates his work day, because while his coworkers work from nine to five, Tetsurou works until he finishes his tasks.

Okay, so your husband is a bit of a workaholic. And maybe not just a bit.

“L/N-san,” Your colleague asks one day out of sheer curiosity. A group of women are gathered around the snack station, sipping on cheap, machine-produced instant coffee as they gossip about their marital lives instead of working. “Now that I think about it… I’ve never met your husband, have I?”

“Ah,” You sweat-drop nervously at this. Wonderful— Your parents are already pressuring you about how Kuroo rarely visits with you— And now your coworkers, too? “He’s quite busy. He works very hard to make sure that we’ll be well-off in the future.” You respond, knowing that your reply is just a thinly-veiled way of saying ‘He’s rarely home,’.

“Oh, that’s awful,” Wherever you go, there’s always a middle-aged lady who has nothing better to do than to prey on the weak spots of your life, “It must feel lonely. You must feel so sad when you see my husband pick me up from work.” A smirk dances up her lips as she waits for you to walk into her trap, smiling as widely as a spider watching its incoming meal.

“Not really,” A practiced smile counters hers as you take a sip of your coffee. “I know Tetsurou loves me— There’s an unbreakable trust between us. He might not be home often, but I know that he’s working hard so that we can have a better tomorrow… And that’s sort of comforting, in a sense. Knowing that Tetsurou wishes for a future where we’re financially stable, where we can just spend a whole day doing nothing in each other’s presence…”

A chorus of ‘awws’ makes you blush. Out of the corner of your eye, you see the middle-aged coworker huff in failure. You mentally fist-pump the air at your victory.

“Anyway, I heard that you got engaged last weekend, Shiho-san,” Changing the topic quickly, you smile when the attention of all the ladies instantly redirects to the said woman, who blushes fiercely as they all coo at her ring. “Congratulations!”

“Oh my! He bought you such a beautiful ring… Ah, Shiho-san, you’re so lucky!”

“My husband also bought me a new bag last week,” The middle-aged woman chips in proudly, cocking her head towards her cubicle, where the leather handbag sits atop a tower of documents. “It’s very expensive.”

“That’s nice of him! It’s been forever since my husband bought me something.” Sighs another lady. Most of the group hums in agreement, sharing sympathetic looks with those that share the same fate.

“At the beginning, when we were still dating, Hayato used to buy me so many things, now…” The coworker that brings homemade cookies every New Years’ party says, looking dejected. “It’s like once we’re married, they don’t have to worry about making us happy anymore…”

“Ah, what about you, L/N-san? Does your husband buy you things often?”

You groan internally when the attention shifts to you once more. Honestly, you’re just there to listen and enjoy your coffee— Must you keep getting dragged into the conversation? “Well, personally I don’t really need my husband to buy me things to keep me happy, but… He does bring back trinkets whenever he travels.” You think about it for a while, then brighten when you remember the latest thing Tetsurou brought back for you.

“What is it?” Your change in expression isn’t missed by your coworkers, who preen with curiosity, excited to know what made you brighten up.

“Ah, it’s nothing… I promise, you’ll be disappointed if I tell you.” You chuckle.

“Come on!” “Be a good sport, L/N-san!” “We’re curious now, you can’t not tell us!”

“Oh, fine.” You sigh, “But don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

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[ Three days ago, Saturday ]

You were on the couch, binge-watching Grey’s Anatomy with the Netflix subscription Tetsurou got for you to occupy yourself with while he was out of town. Your cat, Kazume (nicknamed after your husband’s best friend) lazed on your lap, yawning once in a while and swatting at the stray threads from your sweater.

Somewhere in between your fifteenth and seventeenth episode, the front door chirped with the sound of someone inserting a key into the lock. You perked up at the noise, Kazume yelping in protest as he almost slipped off.

“Oh, sorry Kazu.” You said quickly, a smile widening your lips as the front door opened.

“I’m ho—” Before your husband could finish his sentence, you were already at his side. Kazume meowed loudly from the couch, complaining about you abandoning him for another man. Tetsurou’s eyes softened, the edges of his hazel irises worn down by exhaustion. You took his laptop bag from him, as well as the folders he has in hand, balancing them like how you would balance your three grocery bags when Tetsurou wasn’t around to help. “I missed you too, but are you sure you can carry all of my files with one hand?”

“Yes!” You replied confidently, showcasing your balance as you wobbled through the living room with all of your husband’s stuff. Tetsurou’s laugh echoed through the apartment as he followed you, his reflexes coming into play as he dived for a falling file. “Oops.” You giggled, helping him up after he practically hurled himself at the floor.

Tetsurou shook his head, sighing fondly while he hugged you from the back, taking comfort in the familiar smell of your hair shampoo. “I missed you.” He mumbled.

“Me too.” You hummed, reaching back to stroke your hands through his still-untamed bedhead.

“Oh, before I forget,” Tetsurou leapt up suddenly, chucking his backpack onto the ground. “I brought back something for you!”

“I already have like, twenty-five keychains from Hyogo,” You reminded him, “Please tell me it’s not a…” Your voice trailed off when Tetsurou proudly whipped his gift from his backpack, hazel eyes shining for your reaction.

“... So?” Tetsurou grinned widely, like a five-year-old child holding up his drawing for his mother to critique.

“Oh my god, I love you.” You declared in your 80 sq ft kitchen, grabbing the gift from him. “I’ll clean up your stuff, go take a bath and we can have dinner while watching the…'' You pursed your lips as you try to recall the information that kept evading you like an annoying fly. “... 15th? 16th episode of Grey’s.”

“You started that without me? I said I wanted to watch that.” Tetsurou pouted petulantly like a child.

“I finished all the other stuff I wanted to watch,” You told him unapologetically. “And Kazume wanted to watch it too. Now hurry and take a bath or I’m starting without you.”

Twenty minutes later, you were cuddled up to your husband, who did not bother to comb his hair (“It’ll just be messy later anyway,” His reasoning was). Every few seconds, he would scoop some cold mash potato out of the giant bowl (The two of you were too impatient to heat it with the microwave) and feed you. All throughout the episode, there was the constant pop-pop-pop of you working your way through the giant piece of bubble wrap Tetsurou had brought home for you.

“You know, I was thinking,” You hummed as Tetsurou pressed ‘Next Episode’. “If It were any other woman, they might have slapped you for bringing just bubble wrap home after a whole week away.”

“Well, then I’m lucky that you aren’t ‘any other woman’, am I?” Your husband smiled, pressing a gentle kiss onto your lips before picking up the mash potato bowl again. “Are we just going to have mashed potatoes for dinner?”

“I bought spicy instant noodles yesterday, we can have that later if you want.”

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[ Present, Tuesday ]

“That’s actually so sweet of him!” Your colleague coos as you finish your story. “Wish I had a husband like that…'' Even the middle-aged lady begrudgingly nods in agreement. For a moment, you feel a surge of pride— It was your husband they were talking about— Your sweet, hardworking, dork of a 6’2 bedhead.

“You wouldn’t be able to survive.” Another lady snorts. “That guy is away for weeks at a time.”

You hum. “Well, at least he calls back every night, regardless of how tired he is.” In the corner of your mind, you remember that he makes sure to call his grandmother every weekend, and that he sends his parents (and grandparents) money every month, that he visits your parents the first Sunday after he’s back from his trips— Not to mention that he always brings a gift of wellness products (The most recent one was a box of abalone).

The group of women swoon once more.

“Well, I guess we should get back to work,” You dispose of your paper cup in the trash, brushing your hands off. “See you ladies later.”

The moment you’re back at your desk, you take out your phone to text your husband, who is, no doubt, going to be very, very confused.

[ y/n ] 2.37pm

— we have a problem

[ tetsu <3 ] 2.39pm

— what’s wrong???

[ y/n ] 2.38pm

— i may have accidentally caused 20 women in my office to fall in love with you

[ tetsu <3 ] 2.38pm

— what ???

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you know it's love when your dad comes home with this giant piece of bubble wrap and your mom literally squeals and snatches it to immediately start popping it on the couch while browsing facebook on her ipad

[thetypedwriter]

Firekeeper’s Daughter Book Review

Disclaimer: Please keep in mind that all of my in-depth reviews contain spoilers. 

Firekeeper’s Daughter Book Review by Angeline Boulley 

Well, this book review came quicker than I thought it would (which after weeks since my last published review for an actual novel that may sound absurd, but I promise it isn’t). 

There’s a lot of great things about this book and a lot of really important representation, but I also found it to be an incredible slog to trudge through. 

Firekeeper's Daughter by Angeline Boulley is the story of a girl by the name of Daunis Fontaine who finds herself stuck between two worlds: her Fontaine side, also known as her zhaaganaash or white side, and her Native side, or known as her Anishinaabe side, or even more specifically, Ojibwe side. 

The debut novel from Boulley mainly describes Daunis’ struggle between these two worlds, the important people in them, and the war within herself to follow her heart, her gut, and her mind. 

In the background of this identity struggle, or perhaps largely influenced by it, Daunis finds herself inexplicably tangled up in a secret federal investigation into a specific type of meth being produced in Michigan’s Upper Peninsula that affects people not only in her community, but other Native communities as well. 

Suddenly finding herself becoming a spy, Daunis starts to learn and keep secrets, those in regards to the investigation as well as those regarding her feelings for fellow investigator-Jamie Johnson-an undercover narcotics cop posing as the cute new highschooler in town. 

As Daunis deals with her own internal struggles, her community, her relationships, and her burgeoning romance, her past, future, and present all collide and come to a head in this new novel. 

Now. Reading this summary, you might be thinking: this book sounds awesome! Love? Undercover cops? Drugs? Mystery? It has everything. 

And you’d be right. 

When I first read the jacket cover for this novel I knew it was a book I was inevitably going to read. Everything from the gorgeous cover art, to the intriguing summary, to the representation of Native Americans, I was completely drawn in. 

Too bad I didn’t like it very much. 

I will start off by saying that I think this book is incredible in its realistic depiction of the Ojibwe experience and I know how important it is to increase representation of all kinds of people and backgrounds in literature, especially YA literature. 

Boulley did an absolutely stunning job of relaying the nitty-gritty of the Ojibwe community-the elders, the geography, the food, the stigma, the finances, the politics, the reputation, the racism, the prejudice, the community, the love, the healing, and so much more. 

I always am in awe when authors utilize the golden rule of write what you know. Per the back jacket of the novel, Boulley herself states that she is an enrolled member of the Sault Ste. Marie Tribe of Chippewa Indians and an active storyteller of the Ojibwe community. 

This is beyond incredible. Having an accurate and active portrayal of people writing and drawing from their own experiences are powerful and significant. I could taste, feel, and see how clear and how real Boulley made the novel. 

I questioned a lot of things during this read, but the Ojibwe community in Michigan’s Upper Peninsula was not one of them. From vocabulary to the extreme details depicting Sugar Island to the care and craft when talking about specific ceremonies like funerals, Boulley did an outstanding job of bringing in what she knows from her own experience and that of her community in order to breathe life into these pages. 

This was by far the best part of the novel for me. 

On the back jacket, Boulley also states that she was a former Director of the Office of Indian Education at the U.S. Department of Education. While I did not know this until a few minutes ago when I sat down to write this review, I am in no way surprised. 

The book was extremely intelligent. I could viscerally tell that Boulley knows her stuff and does her research. Everything from biology and chemistry processes and vocabulary, to mushroom identification, to legal matters like having an underage informant, politics regarding becoming a member of the Ojibwe Tribe, and due process of the law regarding FBI cases was very clear cut, very detailed, and obviously very accurate. 

I appreciated how much time and effort was put into this, even if I did find a lot of it bone dry and dull, I still could appreciate the time, effort, and knowledge to make sure that everything in the novel was precise and correct. 

That being said, it also made the book come across almost like an informational pamphlet at times, or like I was reading non-fiction. I understand being accurate, and I applaud her for that, but I don’t need or want five pages of in-book description of how one of these processes work. Just give me the bare-bones outline and I will go from there and look it up more if I so desire. 

This brings me to my first critique of this book and a large reason it was so tedious to get through: it was mind-numbingly long. 

Now. I just read a 2,000 page fanfiction not that long ago. That is long, you could argue, and you would be right. But, none of All of the Young Dudes was a bore to get through (sad, sure, but not boring), whereas whole sections of Firekeeper’s Daughter were too dragged out and too explicitly explained that I inevitably got bored and nodded off. 

The pace was too slow and too bogged down with unimportant details, like Daunis’ daily visits to the elders or her overthinking every single thing, or her making lists of all the things she doesn’t know (these are long lists). 

She often spends whole pages grieving about her Uncle David as well as her best friend Lily, and while understandable and realistic in real life, it was not fun nor productive to read about over and over and over again. 

Take for example, the very beginning of the book. It takes over 100 pages for Daunis to realize the new-boy-next-door isn’t who he says he is and that he’s actually an undercover cop here to investigate a new strain of meth and asks for her help. 

Over 100 pages of set up. 

It was so goddamn boring. 

It got better once she became involved with the investigation, but then so did the whining, the overthinking, and the reflecting. The first 100 pages could have been condensed to 20. No joke, I would have gotten the same exposition out of that I did. 

In addition, despite things taking so long or not serving a purpose, I was often confused about what was happening, which is an overall unpleasant experience. Boulley simultaneously describes everything and yet nothing at the same time.

 The reason for this discrepancy is because she often used native language to describe feelings, events, people, etc and while some of the words I learned over time, often the words left me confused or bewildered. 

I appreciate the use of native language, but it also left me with big gaps while reading or made me struggle to put pieces together as they were happening. 

The pace of the novel overall was incredibly bad. Things either took 12 years or two minutes. The actual plot to show up? 12 Years. Daunis and Jamie to fall in love classic YA style? Two minutes. Daunis to find Uncle David’s notebook? 12 years. The final confrontation of the bad guys? Two minutes. 

With any event, it either felt sluggish or way too quick and mashing these two together in one novel was disorienting and frustrating, not to mention it made me not want to read. 

Additionally, while I generally thought the plot was very interesting, who doesn’t like undercover cop stories? I thought all of the characters were very forgettable or downright shells. 

Daunis was...a textbook female character in my eyes. The way she spouted off knowledge like the periodic table to fall asleep or reciting the scientific method wasn’t cool or new, it was irritating.

To me she wasn’t real. 

She was someone’s idea of a female character who seemed cool, but wasn’t. Nothing about Daunis made me think of her as a great character. If anything, she just seemed like an empty vessel I was reading the book through, like the book was happening to me instead (cough cough Mary Sue). 

Some of you may be upset with this statement, and that’s fine, but other than her love of science, her knowledge of geography, and her ties to the community, nothing about Daunis was a real person. 

She hardly had friends, I don’t recall learning anything she liked or disliked (other than Jamie, hockey, and running) , and she was entirely surmised of the people who had left her and the identity struggle she had been born with. I don’t mean to undermine people who struggle with their identity, I know that’s important, but there is more to people than just that. 

None of the other characters are frankly worth mentioning. 

You might ask, what about Jamie? The shadowy, scarred love interest?

*Shrugs*

He’s fine. Genuinely that’s all I can say about him. We don’t even learn his real name as Jamie Johnson is a fake. All I know is that he’s got curly hair, a scar, and doesn’t know who he is. It’s hard to like a character when the character themselves have no idea of who they are. 

The other characters either die or are in the background to progress the plot along. 

To be fair, it’s a good plot. It’s intriguing, it’s mysterious, and I learned more than I ever thought I would about meth and mushrooms, but it doesn’t make up for the dead-end characters or the pacing issues. 

I didn’t hate it, but I also didn’t like it. I guess I can say that I feel indifferent about this book, although the representation of Native Americans bumps it up slightly for me from being dead average. 

The storytelling isn’t spectacular, even if the idea is promising, but if you have been searching for representation like this in YA I can see how this book would be much more impactful and important and I’m happy to have it as a part of the YA collective. 

Recommendation: At the end of the day, this novel is a true smorgasbord. I love the representation, the draws from Boulley’s real life, and the intelligence, but I didn’t see any of the characters as real people, the pacing issues made it hard to gain and keep interest going, and the dialogue often came across to me as someone's warped version of what teenager’s sound like. 

Score: 6/10

[birdsandspades]

I Was Never Good at Waiting (Sugawara x Reader) Chapter 13

- It was your last year in highschool, everything had been going smoothly until you got assigned the new teacher. Sugawara Koushi was handsome, maybe too handsome for his own good. Be he wasn't flirting with you right, teachers shouldn't do that....I guess we will see where this year goes.

Word Count - 9,227

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You looked down at the phone in your hand, thumb hovering over the dark screen. 

You knew you needed to call him, tell him what had happened with Yua. But what would you say? You had created yet another problem that he was going to have to solve. 

You sighed, sinking into the couch cushions. “Maybe I can just figure it out without telling him about the whole Yua thing. I could tell her you got sick, or that we broke…” 

Your phone screen illuminated, the sudden vibrations jostling you as you fumbled with the device in your hand. “H-Hi Koushi!” You nervously yelled into the phone, gripping it with both hands.

“Hi F/N? You sound kind of weird, are you ok?” He questioned. 

“Yeah, totally fine. I had to run home, it looked like it was going to rain. Didn’t want to get caught in it ya know.” Drawing your lip between your teeth, you chewed at it nervously. That had all been a lie, a blatant lie. You had been home for over an hour, nervously toying with the power button on your phone as you waited for his call. 

“Huh, ok…” Sugawara craned his head to look out his kitchen window. 

The sky was a vibrant blue, speckled with wispy clouds. The heat of the day was evident from the radiance of the sun that peaked out between them. He wouldn’t call himself a cloud expert, but those definitely weren’t rain clouds. 

“Well, i’m glad you made it home ok.” He drew out the sentence, mulling over your panicked tone. 

“Yeah, home. Safe and sound!” You hoped he would leave it at that, you prayed that he would leave it at that. 

“So, did you work things out with Yua today? I saw you leave together after practice.” Sugawara probed, he knew you were hiding something, and he was going to get it out of you. 

“Yeah, everything's all fine now! Nothing to worry about at all. We worked it out and now everything's great!” You knew you were repeating yourself, but the speed that your brain was trying to dig your way out of the conversation coming was dizzying. 

“And...details? She didn’t seem super excited to see you this morning, how did you manage to get her to listen to you?” His soft chuckles sounded through your speaker, something that would have usually relaxed you. 

“Oh um, I just kinda forced her to listen to me. Nothing that eventful.” You weren’t really sure how to explain to him the course of events that transpired during your warmup run, or what thought process you had when you decided to tackle your friend. 

But it didn’t matter, you didn’t need to. He had gotten the wonderful opportunity to watch it all from the comfort of the gym vending machines. 

He would be lying if he said he didn’t pick those particular vending machines just to see you. They were out of the way, and had a far worse selection then the ones available in the teacher's lounge. But nonetheless, there he was weighing his options for juice when he picked up the faint sound of yelling. 

He had looked up as Yua and you came in view at the top of the hill, your arms around her middle as you tipped over the side. He watched you both roll down the hill, limbs tangled with hers. You both unraveled from each other at the bottom, covered in grass and dirt as your bodies finished it's last rotation. 

He had started to worry when you didn’t get up, still laying face first in the grass. But once he saw you roll over, red faced from the run he knew you were just fine. He peaked out from behind the machines, snickering to himself as he watched you and Yua. 

He had left after he saw you both stand up, happy to see you two talking again. 

“Nothing interesting on the way home? She didn’t want to know who I was?” He added, smiling to himself, Maybe that was what you were so nervous to tell him. It was a pretty silly way to get her to listen, but he wouldn’t have expected anything less from you. 

“Well… she did ask about you.” You trailed off, looking out the window.

Sugawara waited for you to finish. “And?” He drug out the word, annoyance hidden in his tone. 

If you didn’t tell him what was going on soon you were sure he would just drive to your house and interrogate you in person. 

“And I told her that you lived in Tokyo and that we hadn’t really met in person yet…” 

Sugawara let out a small sigh, “Well that's easy to fix, we can just make up…” 

“So now she may be buying train tickets to Tokyo on Sunday so...wecanbothmeetyou.” You rushed out the sentence, volume dying as you mumbled out the end. 

“Did you say meet you, as in she’s going with you to Tokyo to meet your boyfriend.” Sugawara pursed his lips as he slowly connected the words you had spit out. 

“Yes.”

“This Sunday, as in two days from now. You and Yua are going to travel to Tokyo to meet me, your boyfriend, who is also her teacher.” His tone was calm and collected as he reiterated.

You were silent, listening to the faint nervous tapping of his fingers over your speaker. “Yes.”

“Ok, that's what I thought you just said. F/N I CAN’T LET YOU INTRODUCE ME AS YOUR BOYFRIEND TO YOUR FRIENDS, YOU DO KNOW THAT RIGHT?!” It was over for him, there was no way out of this. 

“Yes I know that, BUT SHE’S JUST SO SCARY AND I DIDN’T KNOW WHAT TO DO!” You were both panicking now. You were banking on the fact that this man could figure out anything, and now look where you were. 

“Ok, ok. We can figure this out, it can’t be that hard. We can meet up tomorrow and think of options and…”

”About that, you know how you wanted to come to my next show. Well, it’s tomorrow…” You squeezed your eyes shut, pulling the phone away from your ear. 

“F/N WHAT DO YOU MEAN THE CONCERT IS TOMORROW, I THOUGHT I TOLD YOU TO TELL ME WHEN IT WAS WEEKS AGO!?”

You had broken him. The calm and rational man you loved was gone, replaced with a frantic ticking time bomb of nerves. “I’M SORRY! I FORGOT AND EVERYTHING'S BEEN SO CRAZY WITH ME GETTING PUNCHED IN THE FACE, AND YOU KISSING ME,THEN IGNORING ME, THEN KISSING ME AGAIN, AND I ROLLED DOWN A HILL FACE FIRST TO TALK TO YUA ABOUT BEING WITH YOU, BUT I COULDN’T REALLY SAY IT WAS YOU, please don’t be mad at me…”

He gritted his teeth. This conversation was going nowhere, and the panicking wasn't going to change that. “I’m not mad at you, not exactly happy with all of this, but i’m not mad at you. I’ll think of something, just send me the information for the concert tomorrow and when you need to be there. I’ll pick you up and we can go together ok?” His tone was soft as he tried to calm you both down. 

“I’m sorry Koushi, please don’t break up with me.”

He snorted at your sudden remark. Hand coming up to suppress his laughs.“It’s going to take a lot more to make me break up with you, so don’t worry ok? I’m sure your brain was still a little rattled from how many times you rolled down that hill.” 

Your eyes shot open at his teasing remark. “Wait a minute, did you see me fall down the hill?!” 

His laugh finally erupted from your speaker, your face heating up as realization set in. “I love you, i’ll see you tomorrow.” 

You tried to interject but the line went dead before you could get a word out.

He set down his phone on the kitchen countertop, rolling his eyes and smiling. You were going to be the death of him. 

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You had just gotten out of the shower, settling into your bed for the night when your phone buzzed on your bedside table. You reached over, turning the phone just enough to see the new message.

“Hey loser! I got our tickets, so make sure your secret boyfriend knows that we will be at the Tokyo Station around noon. I got us tickets for the bullet train so you better not flake out or i’ll shake you down for that money! I’ll send you a photo of the tickets! I can’t wait to see what kind of guy you scored!” 

You turned the phone back over and laid back.

You were grateful for such a great friend. You had someone who loved you enough to spend that kind of money just to get you to meet your kind of fake boyfriend. You could only hope that she would be excited when the day came that you could introduce her to the person you were actually dating, you just hoped that day wasn’t Sunday. 

You sank into your comforter, your mind racing as you thought of the fast approaching day. 

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You peeled one eye open, the blurry dark corners of your room coming into view. The only light you saw came from the edges of the phone on your bedside table, the ringing continuing as you reached to pick it up. Turning it upright you read over the caller id, groaning as you accepted the call and lifted the device to your ear. 

“I know that you're kind of famous now, but us normal people have regular sleep schedules.” You rolled back over in bed, closing your eyes again. You could hear the commotion of a party in the background, the heavy bass resonating through the speaker.

“Tooru, did you butt dial me?” You waited a moment for a response, listening to the background chatter of the club. 

“I’m sorry, I know it’s late.” Oikawa apologized, looking down at the drink in his hand. He pulled the phone away from his ear to look at the time, 3:27 a.m. 

“It’s ok, are you doing alright? You never call this late.” 

He smiled at the concern in your voice, happy to be on your mind, even if it was just for a moment. “No, i’m a bit drunk.” He giggled, setting down his drink on the toilet paper holder as he leaned against the bathroom stall door. 

“Senpai, do you want me to call Hajime to come get you?” You sat up, resting your back against the headboard of your bed. 

“No, i’m fine. I’ve been hiding in the bathroom for a while. These girls are relentless, and my head is throbbing.” His words were slurred, syllables connecting as he mumbled. 

“You should go home Tooru, get some sleep.” You watched out your window, eyes fixed on the moths dancing under the distant street light.

“Yeah, I should. Goodnight F/N, I love you…”

“Goodnight Senpai, please get home safe ok?” 

He ended the call, staring down at your contact photo. A knock sounded on the bathroom stall door as the screen went black.

“Oikawa-san are you going to come back out?”

He wiped away the threatening tears, opening the stall door and giving his friend a forced smile. “Sorry, I had to make a phone call.”

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You were sitting on your porch steps waiting for Sugawara to pick you up. The evening sun peaked out from the top of the houses, oranges and pink brushing the edges surrounding the remaining rays as it disappeared for the night. 

You didn’t get much sleep after your phone call with Oikawa, far too worried to relax.

You had called Iwaizumi after you got off the phone, troubled by such a late call. You begged him to go pick up his friend, listing off all the things that could go wrong. You both knew that he was the safest bet for getting Oikawa home safely that night. 

Despite his annoyance, that was all it took for you to convince him to drive down to the busy club nestled in downtown Tokyo. It took him a while to find him, all by himself fast asleep in a private booth.

Your phone call with him had ended around 6:00 a.m, finally at ease once your cousin had gotten the drunk man in his own bed. You had fallen back asleep around 7:00, happy to know everyone was safe at home.

But that didn’t last long, the obsessive ringing of your phone made sure of that. 

At 10:00 Ryu started berating your phone with calls, determined to get you up for a surprise rehearsal before the concert.

Now here you were, sleep deprived and halfway to a caffeine coma as your boyfriend pulled into your driveway. 

He stepped out of the car, flashing you a bright smile as he closed the door. 

You stood up, guitar case in tow as you walked over to him. 

“Hi honey.” You pushed your face into his chest, lazily wrapping your arms around his waist. 

He reached a hand up, giving your head a soft pat. “Hi princess, someone looks tired. Did you stay up late studying?” 

You rolled your eyes, giving him a light push. “Mhm, I studied all night.” 

He took the instrument case from your hands, putting it into the trunk of his car. “What else would my A+ student be doing all night?” He laughed and opened the door for you to get into the car. 

“Oh you know, illegal stuff.” 

He chuckled, closing the door.

“Your outfit is nice…” Sugawara peaked over at you as the car slowed to a stop.

You looked down at your faded grey sweatpants, eyes fixed on the discolored paint spots that speckled the legs. “Oh, our manager dresses us when we get to the venue.” You laughed as he cocked his head. 

“You still look nice.” 

Your face heated up at his compliment, eyes avoiding his gaze as you toyed with your shirt sleeve. “You look nice too…”

He was so handsome at school, always so well dressed. It was easy to forget how young he really was when he was teaching. He could easily pass for someone much older than 23 with the way he held himself. But today was different, his usual professional demeanor was replaced with the relaxed look of a young adult. 

He had on a plain black and white baseball tee, sleeves pushed up slightly as the extra fabric pooled around his elbows. Your eyes moved to his legs, shifting as he moved to press the brakes. His knees peaking through the rips in his black jeans. 

“Really? I was running errands before I came and got you so I just put something comfortable on…” He reached over, taking your hand in his and giving it a soft squeeze. “Is this your first big concert?” 

You nodded. “Yeah, the biggest audience we’ve had so far was about 350 people. But Macana is the first real venue we get to play at. They said it was sold out…”

You were definitely nervous, anyone could see that. It had taken a lot of work to get you this show, but you were finally getting the opportunity. After they had canceled your spot at Kyoritsu Kodo you were sure this concert wasn’t going to happen. Luckily your manager knew the owners of Macana in Sendai and got you moved over with little issue. 

“Thank you for coming, I've never had someone come to a show that I actually knew…”

Sugawara gave you a surprised look, sure he knew it was a secret that you were in this band. But had no one really come to see you play? 

He flashed you a smile, rubbing his thumb over the back of your hand. “Well I plan on coming to every one of your shows, if you remember to actually tell me when you're having them.” 

You looked over at him, pink dusting your cheeks. 

He laughed, he would never get tired of seeing you like that. He unlace his fingers from yours, reaching up to squeeze your cheek. “I’m proud of you, all your hard work is paying off.” His gaze shifted from you to the road, hand returning to the steering wheel as he pulled into the venue parking lot. 

Only time would tell if all your work with Systematic would pay off, but seeing that smile everyday while you figured it out didn’t seem half bad. 

Koushi held out his arm as you wrapped the yellow band around his wrist. 

“Don’t lose this bracelet. If you do they won’t let you backstage,, and you have to remember to call me Kiko. They don’t know my real name. If you get lost backstage you can find my manager, she goes by Hanami-san. She’s really tall, long black hair, kind of mean. She has two passes for your friends, you can give them theirs when you see them.”

Sugawara followed behind you as you moved through the crowd of people setting up the stage. His hand reaching for yours as you listed off the rules of the night.

He looked up at the stage lights, watching as they tested the different colors. The patterns danced on the back banner as it unfolded from the ceiling. A stage hand tested the microphone in front of it, waving hand signals to someone far off as he balanced out the volume. 

You tugged on his hand, pulling his attention back to you. 

“It’s a lot to take in.” He gave you a sweet smile, picking up his pace to match yours.

You held the black curtain open as he walked backstage. “I’ll introduce you to everyone before I have to go get ready. But I'll meet back up with you for warmups after.”

He nodded, taking your hand again as you walked him down the hallway. 

You pushed open the door to the waiting room, the sound of chatter growing louder as you both stepped inside. “Hey brats, I see all of you actually came on time.” 

The four boys turned, smiling once they saw you. 

“Kiko! Did you see the stage? It’s huge!” A tall man stood up, awkwardly trying to step over top of the couch as he made his way to you.

Long blonde hair feathered out around his shoulders, tousled and soft as it led up to his dark roots. He reached up to brush his lengthy bangs from his light brown eyes, his gaze focusing on Sugawara as he stopped in front of you. 

“Hi, i’m Ryouku, but you can call me Ryu. You must be Koushi.” Ryu took Koushi’s outstretched hand in his own, giving it an energetic shake as a smile spread across his face. 

“I’m Jomei, nice to meet you.”

Sugawara looked around the bright blonde to a smaller man. He was sitting on the floor, a messy notebook in his hand.

He looked up, emerald eyes peeking through his black waves.

Sugawara gave him a wave, smiling as the man returned it.

Another man made his way around the couch, offering his hand to Koushi. “I’m Sana, it’s nice to finally meet you!” 

He was by far the tallest of the group, towering over the three of you as he shook Koushi’s hand. His curly red hair was pushed back with a hair band, drawing focus to his eyes.

They reminded Koushi of a lemon bar, the milky yellow fading to a golden brown that ringed the outer rim. 

You tugged on Koushi’s sleeve, pointing to the last member of your group. 

He was set up in the corner of the room with his keyboard. Headphones pushing down the spikes of his light brown hair. 

“That's Toma.” You waved your hand at the man, pulling his attention away from his work. 

He looked between you both, his tired auburn eyes almost staring through you. He gave you a brief nod before turning his gaze back on his composition. 

An older woman popped her head into the room, her long black hair pulled into a tight bun. She trained her grey eyes on you, pushing up her glasses as she motioned for you to follow her. 

“I have to get ready, do you want to come with me?” 

Koushi looked between you and the new group of men he had just met. He was definitely uncomfortable with the amount of new faces in the room, you knew that as much as he did. 

“No, I'll stay here.” He shook his head. 

You returned his sweet smile, giving his hand a light squeeze before following your manager. 

He had made you bring him so he could meet your band members, and this was his chance.

----

You had taken longer to get ready then you expected, but after three outfit changes, two hair styling sessions, and a lot of makeup touch up, you were finally finished.

You looked in the mirror, smoothing out your black t-shirt dress.

Your manager had originally gotten you a long opaque lace dress, the red bodysuit underneath would have peaked through under the right amount of stage light. But the garment bag had never made it to the venue, lost somewhere among the rest of your stage equipment you left behind. 

She had made some quick changes, making due with the wardrobe she had for you and the boys. She had given you Sana’s black t-shirt, the length falling mid thigh on your smaller frame. A pair of bright red fishnets hugged your legs, found at the bottom of Ryu’s backpack from a concert long ago. She stole Jomei’s denim jacket from his locker, it had been just small enough to fit you. The outfit was tied together with Toma’s small collection of pocket chains, modified to fit as a necklace for the occasion. Lucky for you, your trusty black platform boots were in your bag, happy to not need to wear your band members shoes. 

It was a franken outfit, made up of your band members left over clothing items. But somehow it felt fitting for the occasion, the perfect mixture of the group, and you got to wear it. 

You made your way back to the lounge. “I hope Koushi is doing ok, I've been gone for awhile…”

You peaked your head inside, looking around the room for your boyfriend. “Hey sorry that took so long, you're not going to believe what we had to do to get me dressed…” Your heart squeezed at the sight before you. 

Your members sat around the room, eyes fixed on Sugawara and Sana. Sugawara was fumbling through fingerings on your bass guitar, Sana adjusting his digits as he taught him the notes to one of your new songs. 

“Yeah, now slide this one down. Don’t lift this one though. That looks good, now go ahead and play.”

He slowly strummed out the notes, pausing after each one to adjust his positioning. 

You shut the door behind you, quietly watching as the boys encouraged him. 

Sugawara caught sight of you standing behind the couch, a large smile spreading across his face. “Sana-san was teaching me how to play one of your favorite songs, but I think i’m butchering it.” 

The rest of the boys laughed, giving him praise for the progress he had made while you were gone. 

“I think you sounded great.” You made your way around the couch, standing next to Ryu.

Sugawara lifted the neck strap over his head, handing the bass back to Sana. “You look pretty.” He pushed a strand of hair behind your ear, looking over your outfit of the night. 

“Hey is that my jacket?” Jomei questioned, turning you around to get a better look. 

“And are those my fishnets?” Ryu added, glaring up at you. 

Sugawara gave you a questionable look as you laughed at your band members probing. 

----

It was close to 8:30 p.m when the venue started to fill up, concert goers filing inside as the stage hands finished setting up.

“I’m going to go find Daichi and Asahi, they just texted me that they were walking inside.” Sugawara turned you away from your warm ups as he motioned for the exit. 

You walked with him to the black curtain separating the blocked off backstage. “Will you be up front when I come out?” The audience was loud on the other side of the curtain forcing you to yell. 

Sugawara nodded, moving out of the way of a group coming off the stage. 

“I’ll see you soon!” You gave his hand a firm squeeze, turning to return to your warm ups.

Sugawara grabbed your wrist, turning you back towards him. “Hey, you haven’t even kissed me today.” 

You gave him a confused look, the noise around you too loud to hear him. 

“I said, you haven’t even kissed me today!” 

You tilted your head, lifting a hand to your ear. 

“I said, oh forget it.” He reached out, grabbing your face as he pulled you into him. His lips crashed against yours, softening once he had you pushed up against him. 

You were caught off guard, grabbing his arms as you steadied yourself.

He pulled away, a smirk pulling at the corner of his lips. 

You shook your head, leaning up to capture his lips again. 

“Gross guys, can you go somewhere else with that shit?” Ryu teased as he walked past. 

You tried to pull away from Koushi, reaching to grab the back of Ryu’s shirt. But Koushi wrapped an arm around your neck instead, deepening the kiss as he pulled you in closer to him. 

The group of men chuckled, watching as you squirmed in his tight embrace. 

You gave in after a moment, smiling into the kiss as he loosened his grip on you. 

He pulled away again, the same smirk returning to his lips. “I love you.” 

The apples of your cheeks heated up, flustered as his eyes looked over your features. “I love you too.” You stuttered out, your eyes fixing on his own. 

“Hey time to get ready.” Your manager touched your shoulder, pulling you away from him. 

“I’ll see you soon.” He placed a kiss to your forehead before waving goodbye to the rest of the band members and disappearing out of the heavy curtains. 

Sugawara made his way through the audience, eyes scanning over the sea of heads as he made his way towards the doors. 

“Hey, Koushi!” 

Sugawara whipped his head around. 

“Turn around, a little more…” 

His brows knitted together as he continued his search. Rotating his head, he looked over the people pushing past towards the stage. 

Someone screamed his name again, turning the heads of those around them as he focused in on their waving hands. 

Asahi apologised to the people around him as Sugawara made his way over to his frantic friend. “Sawamura-san, you don’t need to yell so loud.” Sugawara smiled as he wrapped his arms around the men, squeezing them in his tight grip. 

“You’ve gotten blind and deaf in your old age Koushi, how else should I get your attention?” Daichi chuckled, his teasing words earning a small pout from his friend. 

“Sorry we came so late, the line outside was crazy. I don’t think they expected so many people to show up.” 

Sugawara looked around the room, Asahi was right, the place was packed. He had expected it to be full tonight, but he was starting to feel like a sardine as he rubbed shoulders with the people around him. 

“So I take it you and this girl worked things out since we’re here?” Daichi questioned, gathering the other two as he pushed them towards the stage. 

“Yeah, I guess we're dating now…” Sugawara smiled to himself, you were dating. Finally being able to openly say it to someone felt good. This was honestly the perfect opportunity, no one here knew who you were or how you knew him. Tonight you two could just be a couple, nothing to hide. 

“How did you even meet this girl anyways?” Asahi leaned in towards his friends, his voice loud as he shouted over the crowd. 

Daichi shot Asahi a quizzical look. “What do you mean? She’s the girl from the coffee shop Koushi was obsessed with.” 

Sugawara's heart skipped a beat, of course they would recognize you from the coffee shop. He drug them there almost every day in an attempt to see you. 

“Oh yeah! That is her. When did you two see eachother again? I thought you said she didn’t come back to the shop once school started again?” 

A panicked laugh escaped Sugawara’s lips as he looked between the men. He hadn’t made a fake “How you first met” story yet. “Uh well…” 

The lights cut and the audience quieted. The stage lights went up as the band walked out, waving to the crowd as the members made their way to their instruments. Never in his life had Sugawara been so grateful to be interrupted.

“Wow, look at everyone! They weren’t kidding when they said we sold out twice! But you asked for extra tickets, and we like to deliver!” You laughed into the microphone, looking over the packed audience as your members got ready for the first song. 

“Well since it’s our first big venue, and some of you may be new. How about we introduce everyone?”

The crowd cheered in response as you walked the microphone over to Jomei. You lifted it up to his mouth as he adjusted his guitar strap.

“Hi, i’m Jomei! I play guitar and do backup vocals for the band.” He blushed as the audience members greeted him back. 

You gave him a soft smile before walking behind him to your drummer. You stepped up onto the platform, stretching your arm across the drum set to hand Ryu the microphone. 

“I’m Ryu, the visuals of this group!” 

Sana walked up behind him, plucking the microphone out of his hand as he made his way to the front of the stage. 

Ryu gave him a playful pout, earning an eye roll from Toma. 

“Hello! My name’s Sana and I play bass as you can see.” Sana wiggled his bass at the audience, a bright smile plastered on his face as he looked over the mass of people. “I’m glad you could all make it for such a big concert! I hope it's one of many venue shows that we can share together!” Sana handed you back the microphone, laughing as he looked over at the Toma. 

Toma frowned as you walked up beside him, tilting the microphone toward his lips. You mouthed a go-ahead to the quiet boy, waiting for him to say something. 

“Toma, keyboard and backup vocals.'' He mumbled out his introduction, eyes never leaving your own as he did. 

You couldn’t help but giggle at his soft scowl, a bright smile spreading across your face as his heated up. 

“And I'm Kiko, vocals and the occasional bass player. Thanks for coming to our little show tonight.” You made your way back to center stage, placing the microphone back on it's stand and looking back to Ryu. 

He gave you a nod, starting the count off for the first song to start. 

Sugawara was blissfully watching you bounce around the stage, shooting you smiles every time you looked his way. 

You were on your forth song of the set, a rendition of “Kiss Me” by Sixpence None The Richer. He recognized it as soon as it started, the familiar guitar stirring memories from the beginning of the school year.

You had forced him to listen to the original during one of your previous study sessions, claiming that it was the perfect love song. He could hardly hold back his laughter when he saw how sad you looked when he said it wasn’t for him.

He did indeed like the song, it was catchy and sweet. But he had another song in mind while he sat next to you. 

It had played on the radio the day he saw you sitting in his classroom for the first time, pushing your smile to the forefront of his mind as he listened to it. He had listened to it daily since then, putting it on whenever he needed just a little bit of you in his life. 

Maybe one day he could get you to sing it for him, you probably would if he asked. But for now he just loved seeing you up on the stage, bright eyed as you looked out into the small sea of people. 

Sugawara was pushed forward, bumping into Asahi as he tried to catch himself. He turned around, glaring at the small man that shoved into him. “Hey, I know it’s packed in here. But can you watch what you're doing?” 

The dark haired man turned around to face Sugawara. “I’m so sorry, I tripped over someone’s foot and hit you. Are you ok...Sugawara-san?” 

Sugawara squinted, trying to make out the man’s face between the flashing lights of the stage. 

“Wait, Yamaguchi?” Daichi smiled, leaning in to hug Tadashi. 

“Yamaguchi, what are you doing here?” Asahi chirped. 

“Tadashi, hurry up. You don’t need to stop every ten seconds.” 

The four boys looked up at the tall blonde pushing his way towards them. 

“Tsukki, look who I found!” Yamaguchi pointed towards Sugawara, smiling as he looked over his old friends. 

“Tsukishima too! What are the odds?” Daichi chuckled, it had been awhile since he had last seen your underclassmen. 

“What are you guys doing here?” Sugawara yelled over the music at the two men. 

“Me and Tsukki are big fans of Systematic! The drummer is in my literature classes and got us tickets to come see them as a thank you for homework help. What are you guys doing here?” Yamaguchi answered back as he tried his best to speak over the song. 

“The lead singer is Sugawara’s girlfriend!” Asahi smiled, giving Sugawara a pat on the back. 

“Let’s go over by the door, it’s hard to hear you guys!” Daichi motioned for the exit as he looked between everyone. 

“No, I'm gonna stay and watch the show, but you guys can go.” Sugawara gave the men a soft smile before turning back to the stage. 

“I’ll stay too, just text me if you need me to come find you Tadashi.” Tsukishima motioned for them to go as he turned to watch the concert. 

Sugawara stood next to Tsukishima in silence, the both of them watching you. 

“So you're dating Kiko.” Tsukishima broke the silence after a while, eyes still on the stage as he spoke to Sugawara. 

“Yeah, but we haven’t been together for too long.” Sugawara grinned as you talked into the microphone, thanking everyone for taking the time to come out. 

You made your way over to the black curtains, meeting your stagehand as everyone began tuning for the next song. She lifted the strap over your head, positioning it to rest comfortably on your shoulder. You thanked her as you fished a pick out of your jacket pocket. Making your way back to the microphone, you pulled on the stand as you adjusted it. 

“Ok, just a few songs left before they kick us off the stage. So I suppose now is the perfect time for some new songs.” You grinned as the audience cheered. “I wrote this one a few weeks back for someone who at the time was very confusing. I was gonna scrap it, but Ryu liked it too much. So here is “Sweet Tooth”. Thanks for forcing me to write you a drum part to this song.” You rolled your eyes at the drummer, his smile bright as he yelled something inaudible at you.

You started off the song, playing the same base notes he had learned earlier in the day. He smiled to himself, his fingers recalling the positions as he subconsciously played along with you. 

----

The last song wrapped up, the final cords ringing out as the audience cheered. 

“Thank you again for coming out tonight. I hope I get to see all your beautiful faces at our next show. But until then, we have a new album coming out soon. So if you have more money to waste on us keep an eye out for it! Have a great night everyone, get home safe!” You waved a goodbye, following your band members backstage as the house lights turned on. 

Tsukishima looked past Sugawara, his eyebrows furrowing as he spoke. “You missed all the new songs Tadashi.” 

Sugawara turned around, smiling as his friends made their way through the dissipating crowd.

“Really? Man, I bet they were good. She’s been writing so much good stuff lately, and it’s thanks to you Sugawara-san.” Yamaguchi frowned, looking up at the empty stage.

“Hey, are you guys coming back stage or what?” The group of men turned their heads towards the backstage curtains, Ryu’s head stuck out as he motioned for the group to hurry. 

“Come on, I’m sure Kiko would love to meet you guys too.” Sugawara smiled as he motioned for everyone to follow him. 

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You were waiting in the lounge for your boyfriend, happily talking with the rest of your band members as he walked into the room. 

“I brought some friends, I hope you don’t mind.” Koushi touched your shoulder, pulling you away from your conversation with Jomei. 

“Of course not.” You smiled, standing up to meet the newest additions to Sugawara’s group of friends. 

“This is Yamaguchi.” Sugawara pointed to the dark haired boy, laughing as he frantically shook your hand in his. “And this is Tsukishima.” You extended your other hand to the tall blonde, smiling up at him as he took it. 

“It’s great to meet you guys. How do you know Koushi?” 

“We were all on the volleyball team with him in high school.” Daichi added, giving you a grin as he chuckled at Yamaguchi still shaking your hand. 

“Wow, that's amazing. You guys must be really close.” 

Sugawara watched you as you talked with his friends. He loved how easy it was for you to conversate with others. You could have a meaningful conversation with just about anyone without even batting an eye. Now here you were, laughing with his friends like you had known them your whole life. 

Sana nudged Sugawara, pulling his attention to Ryu in front of him. 

“I’m sorry, I think I zoned out.” Sugawara blushed as he let out a sheepish laugh. 

“It’s cool, I was just seeing if you were busy tomorrow. We were gonna plan a beach day and Kiko said she was spending the day with her friend so I figured you were free.” 

Sugawara’s heart dropped at the mention of tomorrow. He had forgotten all about it. Sugawara took out his phone and clicked the power button. His lockscreen read 10:05 p.m. “Ah, i’m sorry. I have some work stuff to take care of tomorrow.”

“No worries, but you should definitely come next time!” Sana smiled before walking off to join the rest of his band members with Ryu. 

You looked over at Koushi, his eyes glued on his hands as he chewed at his lip. 

“Hey, are you ok?” You quietly questioned as you rested a hand on his arm. 

He nodded, giving you a soft smile. “Yeah, I'm good.” 

You weren't buying it. 

You tugged on his arm, pulling him away from the busy room. You held open the exit door, propping it open with a box as you made your way outside with him. “Koushi what's wrong?” You questioned again, tilting your head to meet his worried eyes. 

“I don’t know what we're going to do tomorrow F/N. I was hoping I would have something figured out by now, but it's almost midnight and I have no clue what to do.” 

You wrapped your arms around your boyfriend's torso, resting your head against his chest as he relaxed into your touch. 

“ I know she won’t be satisfied until she meets someone. She cares about you too much to let something like this go. I’m going to have to come, she’s just going to have to know it’s me.” 

You listened to Sugawara as he voiced his worries. 

“What if this goes bad F/N. What if this ends us. I just got you, i’m not ready to give this up yet.”

You wished you knew what to do, but you were in the same boat as him. You had been thinking about it all day. The possibility of having to end everything just because your friend may or may not take your relationship so well. 

“If only we had someone to meet her. Like a fake boyfriend for the day. But I can’t think of anyone that we could get that she doesn’t already know.”

Sugawara mulled over your words, leaning into you as he thought about it. It could work if he was able to find someone to be your pretend boyfriend for the day. But they would have to be around his age, going to school, and live in Tokyo. If he could find someone that he trusted enough, that could possibly work. 

Sugawara kissed the top of your head, looking out at the empty street, “We can figure this out.” Sugawara mumbled into your hair, his mind racing as he tried to think up a plan. 

----

The day was slowly wrapping up as the clock inched towards midnight. Everyone looked around the room with tired eyes, the conversations dulling as minds wandered to the beds waiting for them at home. 

The last of the beers had been drunk, the pizza boxes empty on the coffee table, and the stage equipment already packed and on it's way home. 

“Let’s head home Yamaguchi, it’s late and I have to do something in the morning.” Tsukishima beckoned for the man as he made his way towards the door. 

“Yeah, I think it’s about time to call it a night.” Sana nudged Ryu, waking him up from his alcohol induced slumber. 

“I’ll call a car to come pick us up, are you riding with us Kiko?” Jomei questioned as he helped Toma pick up the leftover cans. 

“No that's ok, I think I should take someone home.” You looked over at your boyfriend, shaking your head as he stumbled back into the room. 

He gave you a sweet smile, his face flushed from the alcohol. 

It had taken you a bit to convince him that it was in fact ok for him to drink with his friends, it was afterall a party to celebrate the concert. 

“I shouldn’t drink, not right now. I need to get you home after this, and I still need to figure out something for tomorrow. I can’t.” Sugawara rattled off reasons, his mood dropping by the second as he thought about more. 

“I can drive us home, I have a license you know. You look like you could use some fun with your friends. Don’t worry about tomorrow, i’m working on something, go have fun! I can’t stand you staring at them so sad while they are playing Pin Pon Pan.” You gave him a soft push toward the group of men laughing as they played. 

Sugawara wasn’t a huge fan of drinking just to drink. To him, if he needed alcohol to have fun, then it wasn’t something he needed to do. But drinking games were different for some reason. 

It had probably started in college, his love for the innocent game of Pin Pon Pan. It was easy to play, no one got left out, and he loved seeing the look on someone's face when they messed up the chain. What trouble could a few drinks cause, plus they had his favorite pear sake. 

“Ok, one game. But that's it.” He gave you a stern look before joining the circle. 

“Yeah, yeah. One game.” You teased, watching them play from the couch. 

Now it was two hours later, and your boyfriend was a giggly mess. He leaned up against Daichi, teasing an equally drunk Asahi. 

“Where did your shoe even go?” Daichi laughed, looking down at Asahi’s bare foot. 

“It’s on Suga-sans foot!” Asahi pointed to the mismatched pair on his friend's feet. 

“Where did my shoe go?” Sugawara chuckled, sitting down on the floor. He pulled off his other shoe, looking at it as if it would hold all the answers. 

“Where did you three disappear to?” You shook your head, chuckling as your boyfriend offered you his shoe. You gingerly took it, earning a soft smile from your very drunk boyfriend. 

Daichi looked down alarmingly at his jacket, patting the pockets as he looked for something. He reached inside, pulling out his vibrating phone. “Hi baby, mhm. Can we get some food on the way home? Me and Asahi-san are hungry.” Daichi wandered back into the hallway, Asahi chasing after him. 

“Is that Michimiya-chan, tell her hi for me!”

You could hear their footsteps echoing down the hallway as they made way for the exit. “I think it’s time to get you home too.” You reached your hand out, pulling your boyfriend to his feet.

“Goodnight guys, get home safe!” You waved goodbye to your band members, gathering you and Sugawara’s things as you walked him out of the room. 

“I want you to drive, because i’m drunk. Driving drunk is illegal and I could get in trouble.” Sugawara mumbled as he fished his keys out of his pocket. “And if you're ever drunk, i’ll drive you home. I wonder what kind of drunk you are. I hope you're cuddly....”He continued to talk to himself, mumbling about the legal drinking age and how much he enjoys your hugs. 

“Put on your coat for me and I'll drive.” 

He nodded, trading items with you.

You put the keys in your own pocket, laughing as he struggled with his insideout sleeve. “Here let me help you.” You pulled out the stuck fabric, freeing his arm from the blockage. You took each side of his coat zipper in your hands, guiding them together once he was inside of his coat properly. 

Reaching down, he tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. “You take such good care of me. I’m really lucky to have you.” 

You could feel your ears heating up, his gaze flustering you more by the minute. You zipped up his coat, giving it a pat once he was securely inside. “Come on handsome, I still have to get you home.” 

He nodded, taking your hand as you guided him down the hall and out of the venue. As you walked, a lone shoe came into view, wedged in the emergency exit door. 

“My shoe!” Sugawara shouted, pulling the shoe out from the door. He looked at it for a moment, happy to have it back in his life. “Can you hold it for me so I don’t lose it again?” He held out the shoe to you, looking at the other one still clutched in your hand. 

You gave him a soft nod, taking it from him and tucking it under your arm. You opened the door for him, watching him run over to his car. 

“I got this car two years ago from a really nice old lady. She said she couldn’t drive it because her back was bad. It made me sad...but now the car is mine.” He flashed you a bright smile as he attempted to wrap his arms around the body of the car. 

You unlocked the doors, chuckling as he jumped. 

He opened the drivers side door for you, helping you inside before stumbling to the passenger door. Once inside he clicked his seatbelt, the same soft smile still on his face as he watched you adjust your seat. 

“You know, your mine too.” He reached his hand out, running his fingers down the side of your jaw. “If I had to pick between my car and you. I would always pick you.” 

You took his hand in yours, leaning into the feeling of his warm palm. “And if you did, I would buy you a car so you could have both.” 

He gave you a pleased smile, watching as you backed out of the parking lot.

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You pulled into Sugawara’s parking lot, the GPS flashing as it ended the route. 

“Let’s get you inside, what number is your apartment?” You were unbuckling your seatbelt when an arm reached across you. “What's wrong Koushi?” You gave him a confused look, your eyes squinting as you tried to make out his face in the dark. 

He leaned across the center counsel, his hands finding your face as he pulled you closer to him. His lips met yours, his kiss slow and rough. 

Your hands found his own, holding them against you as you leaned into him. 

He spread his fingers, letting you lace your with his own as he pulled away.

“Come here.” He sat back in his seat, patting his thigh. 

You opened your mouth to protest, but his hooded stare told you he wouldn’t listen even if you did. You reached for his hand again, using him as leverage as you climbed over the console and into his lap. 

“I should warn you now, I'm a needy drunk. And I haven’t kissed you enough today.” He gave you a faint smile, his eyes dark as he looked over your features. His hands unlaced from yours, reaching down to pull you closer. 

Resting your hands on his chest, you leaned in, hovering your lips over his own. 

“I want to take my time with you, take my time with us. But I can’t help but want to indulge in you a bit right now.” He whispered against your lips, each syllable he spoke grazing the soft skin of his own against yours. 

His cool fingers slid up your back, gliding up your spine as your shirt bunched around his arms. “Please tell me if you feel uncomfortable, because I won’t be able to stop if you don’t tell me to.”

You nodded, closing the gap between you. 

He smirked into the kiss, his grip on you tightening as his rational thoughts blurred over. The only thing he wanted, needed right now was to be as close to you as he could possibly be. The wanton need to have you was taking over every thought he had. 

He licked your bottom lip, the taste of pear sake mixed in with his own. He waited for you to part your lips, nibbling on them impatiently. 

You didn’t respond, too lost in his touch to think about your next move. 

He furrowed his brow, the need to taste you becoming too much for him. The warm pads of his fingers tingled, slipping under the band of your bra as he scratched up your back. You gasped from the contact, his opportunity had finally presented itself. 

He pressed his tongue against yours, hot and soft as your saliva melded. 

Your fingers twisted in his shirt, holding onto him as your body went numb. Your skin only recognising his touch. 

At one point, your brain had been working. Forming coherent thoughts, telling you to take things slow. But now you only thought of him. His smell, his taste, his touch. Going slow just wasn’t going to work. 

Sugawara moved from your lips to your jaw, trailing wet kisses down to the sensitive skin on your neck. He sucked small red spots down to your collar, his fingers pulling at your collar as he moved further down your chest. 

You ground down on his lap subconsciously, the need for friction bubbling up from the back of your mind. 

Sugawara let out a low moan from the pressure, pushing his nose into your neck. 

You froze in his arms at the sound, unaware something so sinful could come out of someone like him. 

Sugawara pulled away from you, crimson brushing his cheeks. He avoided your widened eyes, causing you to shift uncomfortably on top of him. 

“I want to keep going F/N, I really do. But this isn’t how I want it to go.” Sugawara looked at you finally, his heart dropping when he saw your dispirited look. “I just want it to be romantic, you deserve it to be romantic! Please don’t think I don’t want to, because I do. Ah, i’m drunk and this isn’t how tonight should have gone…” Sugawara frowned, leaning his head against your shoulder. 

“Koushi…”

He sat back up, giving you a worried look.

“Thank you.” You gave him a bright smile, your heart swelling. You would have been more than happy to be with him tonight. But the fact that he wanted to give you something better, something more intimate and loving made you cherish him even more. 

He loved you, and you really did feel it in everything he did. 

You savored the moment, looking at each other while. The heat of the moment dying down to a low smolder.

He brushed his fingertips over your collarbone, his love marks already forming. 

“We should get to bed. I have a busy day ahead of me.” You giggled, drawing his attention away from his thoughts. 

“Drive my car home, I can pick it up in the morning. I don’t want you walking alone so late at night.” 

You tried to protest but he put a finger to your lips, shushing you as he pulled his apartment key off his keyring. He helped you back into the driver's seat, buckling you in before he got out of the car. 

You rolled the window down as he walked around to your door. “Thank you for the taste.” he teased. 

Your breath hitched in your throat, your mind backtracking to the feeling of his lips on yours.

He let out a soft chuckle as he pinched your red cheeks. “Drive safe honey, please tell me when you get home.” The sober Koushi was slowly coming back, his mind finally able to focus on something less sinful. He pressed his lips to yours one last time, this time his touch was innocent and soft. 

He waved goodbye to you as you pulled out of the parking lot, waiting till you were out of his view to walk up the stairs to his apartment door. 

Once you got home you set his keys on the coffee table, falling onto the couch with a loud sigh. Your back heated up again, the ghost of his fingertips still lingering in your mind. “I should probably text him that I'm home.” You mumbled to yourself, pulling out your phone from your bag. 

You clicked the power button, noticing a message from a new number. You opened the message, your brows knitting together as you read it. 

“Sugawara told me you needed a fake boyfriend for the day and gave me your number for the details. What time do you need me to show up at the station tomorrow?” 

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[kpopcotton]

Stomach Pains ~ Seo Changbin

a/n ~ my gosh, i am so freaking soft for this kid it’s not even funny.  • Genre: highschool!au, fluff, slight angst because he’s a bit of a bully • Warning(s): rude changbin, he really “dislikes you” • Reader Gender: gender-neutral • Word Count: 2.1k

==≎==

   “they smiled at me today,” changbin groaned as he plopped himself down at the lunch table occupied by his group of best friends. “it was disgusting. i wanted to throw up!”

   the person he’s referencing is you. nobody knows why the boy dispises your presence except him. apparently, he can remember the exact date and time when he realized you were the bane of his existence but the thing is, he’s never told anyone about the event. his friends have no clue how you could annoy him so much, being as they found you quite pleasing to interact with. they’ve given up trying to ask him why.

   “i think y/n has a very nice smile personally,” the youngest piped up shyly, picking the vegetables out of his fried rice for the oldest next to him. his words surprised the whole table. it was rare for jeongin to speak up about the matter at all and his blushy face came as a shock.

   changbin’s jaw dropped as he stared at the boy in confusion. it astonished him to no end that his friends didn’t get as sick as he did whenever he thought about you. one of the boys, felix, waited for a moment to see if changbin would snap back before adding his two cents. “are you sure it’s not from mr. wang’s sex talk this morning that you’re feeling queasy?”

   “oh please, lix! i’m begging you, don’t bring that up!” another suddenly yelled dramatically, making an ordeal of throwing his head onto the cafeteria table which gained a few glances from the other students. that was hyunjin, the one they call drama llama. the boy next to him, jisung struggled to keep his snort in as he comfortingly rubbed the older’s back, the rest of them bursting into laughter.

   felix smiled to himself proudly, having single-handedly saved the youngest from changbin’s wrath and changing the topic of conversation so the rest of them wouldn’t get annoyed (seungmin) with the inevitable rants that would have ensued.

==≎==

   it was a good day, changbin concluded. he hadn’t seen you once around the school and you weren’t brought up in any conversations at lunch, though it’s usually him that brings you up. he started to think that you were sick today and that made him feel even better.

   “oh! seo changbin!” your voice came out of nowhere and irked something deep in his abdomen. he froze on the spot, hearing your perky footsteps as you appeared in front of him. he wanted to tell you to go away, but your happy expression made his stomach twist in knots. he feels that if he even tries to speak, he’ll barf all over your cute disgusting pastel sweater. “you’re good friends with kim seungmin right?”

   “what’s it to ya?” he growled, his hands finding their way to his pockets. he swallowed thickly to hopefully push down the knot in his throat.

   “well,” you giggled and took out a folder from your bag. “the dork left his homework in the library and i was hoping you could give it to him? i know he’s got a baseball game that he’s leaving early for and that he’s big into academics. knowing him, he’ll probably freak once he notices his folder is missing.”

   he’s offended, to say the least, that you would state the fact about his friend so casually like you were actually close with him. he’s quick to snatch the folder from you, “whatever.”

   and just like that, you ruined his day. he glared at you when you smiled and said thank you before he stomped down the hall to the boys’ locker room. his stomach started doing gymnastics and his heartbeat was erratic in his chest. out of anger, he presumed. you just made him that upset.

   he found seungmin talking with hyunjin and minho while getting changed into his baseball gear and throws the folder at him. “you forgot this.”

   the two dancers jump at his sudden appearance and look at him. “what’s got your panties in a twist? i thought you said today was a good day?” minho asked, his arms crossing in amusement at the younger’s agitation. 

   “i thought so, but then the demon came out of nowhere and assaulted me!”

   seungmin rolled his eyes, fixing the papers in his folder. “i’m assuming y/n asked you to return my homework to me?”

   “yeah! and they attempted to act like they know you personally!” changbin yelled, throwing his hands into the air. hyunjin’s laugh echoed around the gym lockers at the look on seungmin’s face.

   “that’s because they do?” he squinted, gently putting his folder in with his clothes in his duffel bag. “we have study sessions every saturday for big tests.”

   “you go on dates with y/n!?” changbin’s words draw out a dark blush on seungmin’s cheeks. the other two boys share a look with each other before slowly backing out of the room with the excuse that they’re late for practice with the dance team, though their words land of deaf ears.

   ‘th-they’re not dates, we-we just study.” seungmin slung his bag over his shoulder, his blush darkening. there wasn’t any doubt that he found you attractive, but he couldn’t see himself dating you. he didn’t feel like wasting valuable study and practice time on a significant other. “if i didn’t know any better, i would say you’re jealous.” he snapped, finishing the conversation off by walking out of the locker room.

   him? jealous? changbin scoffed. that’s the stupidest thing one of the smartest kids in the school could say.

==≎==

   it was the second friday of the month which meant it was time for the boys’ monthly sleepover. this time, it was chan’s turn to entertain. chan’s house was large, a comfortable living space his father would say, but it definitely was not big enough for all nine boys and his family. yet, because he’s the bang chan, he made it work. usually, chan “rented” out the entire basement of his home for everyone to set up camp, but today, he decided to host the festivities in his backyard since the climate had proven itself to be tolerable even during the darkest times of the night.

   changbin was in awe the moment he stepped into the backyard. he and jisung were the first ones to arrive, having ridden home with chan in his car. it seemed chan’s mom outdid herself each time the boy said it was his turn. the pool was uncovered and ready to swim in, the tents were already pitched and jam-packed with pillows and blankets, the snacks were fresh and begging to be eaten, and the famous oak tree was decked out in aesthetic lights and a large white sheet.

   “your mom is awesome, chan-hyung!” jisung suddenly cried, jumping up and down in excitement whilst making the older laugh. jisung dropped his bag by the sliding glass door and bolted around the yard. changbin chuckled softly as well, his eyes still taking in the picture-perfect yard though after a few seconds they started following the energetic boy around the backyard.

   “don’t let my mom hear you, sung, you’ll become the favorite.” chan joked, a smile tugging at his lips. he wandered over to the snack table to fill a bowl with fruit, which was mostly pineapple, and started stuffing his mouth. changbin decided to join him, finding a bowl of pretzels to nibble on.

   “cannonball!” jisung screeched, gaining the two older boys’ attention as they looked back to see jisung just in his boxers creating a massive splash as he made contact with the pool water.

   chan laughed in disbelief, changbin shaking his head as he spoke. “well, the pool’s christened.”

   jisung’s head came up fast, his mouth wide open as he made noises of discomfort. he rushed to get out. “cold! cold! it’s cold!!” he shuddered when the air touched his wet skin, jumping back into the pool. “everything is cold!”

   chan’s mom came out then with a few of the other boys following her, her gentle laugh resounding through the backyard mixed with the laughs of the other boys as well. “how’s the pool, sung-ie?~”

   “cold,” he repeated, though he sunk lower into the water. his cheeks were warm and everyone could see they were pink.

   “you’ll get used to it.” chan’s father called out from the sliding glass door, having a couple of the boys help him wheel out a popcorn maker. “that’s what a real man would do.”

   chan rolls his eyes at his father’s words but makes sure to hide it. “of course. thanks, dad,” he smiles while driving his parents to the door. “we’ll be careful, eat well, and make sure everything is shut down before bed!” and with that, he closed the door behind them.

   “wow, you’re brave hyung.” the youngest murmurs, watching the adults shake their heads at the boy and head to do whatever parents do. “if i did that, i would’ve been in big trouble.”

   “my parents are nice,” chan chuckles. “anyways, who wants to join jisung in the pool?”

==≎==

   pool volleyball was fun, and the boys (felix and chan) enjoyed spiking the ball over the net at each other. hyunjin got hit in the face with the ball, jisung got elbowed in the stomach, and woojin inhaled some water, but they all were having a grand time. that was until changbin hit the ball too hard and sent it flying over the fence. they went silent when they heard something shatter and an exasperated yell of surprise.

   instantly, the boys looked to the boy at fault whilst he sunk into the water. they then looked at each other, nodding in silent agreement before training their eyes back on changbin.

   “you know you gotta get it, right?” jisung stated, making changbin roll his eyes.

   “yeah, but i’m not going alone,” he mumbled. 

   “i’ll go with you!” felix offered, leaping through the water and grabbing changbin by the arm. he, albeit a bit reluctantly, followed behind the younger boy over to the gate in the fence. the other boys decided to play chicken while waiting for the ball to come back.

   they stood at the gate for a second before felix raised his hand to open it, though both he and changbin jumped when there was slamming on it. “yah! bang christopher chan! open up, you coward!”

   both boys looked at each other, already recognizing the voice as yours. the boys in the pool froze mid-game to look over at the commotion. felix opened the gate quickly, and you were surprised to see him.

   your shock was quickly replaced with a kind smile as you greated the boy. “hey, lix. are you the one who spilled my lemonade?”

   “nope! not this time!” felix giggled, his eyes turning into cute cresents and his nose scrunching when you pinched his cheek. changbin looked on with an ache in his chest and a twist in his gut.

   “cutie,” you gush, letting his cheek go. “then who did?”

   changbin was pushed in front of you by chan who had gotten out of the pool. “this guy.”

   you instantly brightened noticing that there were, in fact, multiple boys over at the bang residence. all of which you enjoyed to be around. “ah, so you guys are having a party without me, huh?”

   changbin glared at you from his crouched look. “why would we even invi-”

   “yeah!” chan quickly cut the younger off, wrapping an arm around him. “it’s our monthly sleepover. we were playing pool volleyball, but this guy,” he paused to ruffle changbin’s hair. “decided to be too rough and hit the ball over to your side of the fence!”

   you laughed as you watched changbin’s eyes narrow and his cheeks turn a bit pink. you crinkle your nose, “i’m sure he didn’t mean to hit it too hard. don’t worry about it, guys.”

   “but, there must be some way he can make it up to you, right?” seungmin added as he popped up behind the trio.

   seungmin’s comment made you blush a bit. he always talked to you at your study sessions about how annoying changbin’s “stupid crush” on you is and how he’s an “idiot for not realizing he’s in love with you”. 

   “i suppose a date should suffice,” you mumble, noticing how changbin visibly gulps and his eyes widen in surprise. the other boys hollering from the pool. you kept eye contact with changbin as you smiled and shrugged. “i mean, a trip to the diner for milkshakes doesn’t sound too bad right about now.”

[goffilolo]

Demise!Izuku as a Youtuber?

Yep! You heard me right. Demise server is a strange little land, full of strange little ideas, unfortunitely this one idea in particular wasn’t so little. So without further ado here’s all the shit we came up with in the server in regards to izuku as a youtuber within demise!au:

If Izuku was a YouTuber can you imagine the fucking chaos dumpster fire his channel would be

He's be like an edgy twink Jenna marbles(edited)

Doing Me time every damn day

bandit is jennas dogs

tenya is julien

He'd have weird ass videos like dipping bandits feet in red pet dye then putting a sign on him that says "you pet and you'll meet the last person who dared to"(edited)

And he's also make videos about him breaking into UA and interrupting classes and stuff

"hey gamers, today we're breaking into UA to see my boyfriend and read all of my friend's secret files"

And a video just of him filing Aizawa in weird places and at the end putting him on an inflatable mattress and watching him float away 

He wakes up in Canada

They don't know how or why

He just attaches a go-pro to trash bandit and let's him run wild. He probably has a seriesJust letting him loose in weird places

DONT LET TRASH BANDIT EAT AIZAWA'S SLEEPING BAG AT 3AM | VERY SCARY"hey guys so today ill be doing the 'How many bottles of quil can i steal before i get caught by Tsukabitch' challange. feel free to make a video of your own!" 

He probably dyes Bandit according to holidays and puts him as the profile picture. The kicker is, he only does it for holidays that his country doesn't celebrate

Like 4th of july

And Canada day

"Hewo soulless fuckers it is me your overlord, King of the soulless fuckers. Today I'll be going up to people in the streets and telling them that I killed God and Satan. But y'all know me, that's not enough. So I'll be asking them which one I killed first and if they get it wrong I take a shot of quil. The quil I'll be taking is the plain ol kind so don't worry your little marshmallow heads about it." 

He only makes text posts in OwO speak this just makes me realise demise!izuku would make a great youtuber

He would twitch stream all the time doing the weirdest shit for hours on end

"what is up gamews! today i wiww be weviewing the new game cawwed life! i have been pwaying it fow about 16 yeaws now and i have to say it's pwetty bad my guys!"

I feel like he'd be absurdly popular and whenever someone mentions him and they look up the channel they are like "wth have I stumbled upon?!"

I'm just imagining what his front page would look like

The seasonal trash bandit profile picture, the banner would be a flaming hellscape with people he dislikes burning and trash bandit looming on low opacity in the background 

(He made it so that only people who view it on TV get the full experience.)

He probably has his own segment on buzzfeed unsolved

Not talking

Its about him

The intro video would just be him staring into the camera while mixing together a horrible concoction of quil then downing it without breaking eye contact(edited)

His about section is written in 3 different types of code and it's all in owo if you manage to crack it

i love demise|!izuku as a youtube cryptid

Clown Speak and OwO speak mixed together

I feel like in the beginning Izuku was this obscure YouTuber that you only find out about if someone in the know tells you about it until a bigger YouTuber found him out on a deep dive video and just couldn't stop watching yes

i imagine once he gets big people from react channel would invite him to react to videos of people reacting to his videos 

What if in one of his videos he started acting like his old self just to freak everyone out. He didn't say anything about it instead he talked about hero analysis with a bright smile and trail off into muttering a few times only to blush when he realized it. He have his hair in a ponytail with only bangs framing his face and some messy pieces falling out. Also her be wearing something plain but like old Izuku, maybe hero merch or something. The comment section was just people flipping out and shit

He never acknowledges the video after he made it

No matter how many comments he gets he acts like it doesn't exist

omg you know wha tthat would actually allign with the demise and canon swap places for a da

yand you know what that gives me a lot of feels

the millions of subscribers get to see the old izuku

Maybe after a milestone he would post a video he made in middle school of him analyzing a quirk in video format to make sure it wouldn't get destroyed

And he put a couple videos of younger him after it

But it starts being supporting Izuku

And his present and past self and stuff

PEOPLE MAKE FAN ART first Its all full of trash and memes

What if that picture of canon Izuku meeting demise Izuku was a fan art someone made of his old self meeting the new him 

Kids from his class kinda Piecing together they really screwed up?Some even sending in apologies, perhaps

For mental health day I could see him posting a serious video about what he went through and his time in the mental hospital 

And on national stop bullying day he would talk about his decade of abuse including the details of how the school and teachers fucked up and everything aboutbakugou

izuku using youtrube for shitposting and advocating

And for mothers day he features both Rei and Inko?

Endeavor exposure video

What if Rei helped edit or something?To help pass the time for her

Give her something to do

People love the mysterious editor

I feel like villains watch his content like maybe Dabi

rei and fuyumi sometimes make appearances

Dabi just shows up in the videos

Quickly become faves

I feel like Dabi would become a fan and start crying after seeing his mom happy in one of Izuku's videos

"...and this is rei, my hospital mom and this if fuyumi, her daughter so like my sister she helps me keep my shit together and sometimes gives me quil.." 

dabi crying from seeing his mom happy in some lunatic's youtube videos

“...and this is shin, dont let the looks deceive you this man went to jail"

Shin comes in and covers the cameras a lot

FATHERS DAY IS A PICTURE OF TRASH BANDIT WITH HIS DADS VOICE SCRAMBLED OVER IT

“and this is the local florida woman and her alligator

WHAT IF BNHA VERSE HAD QUIRKLESS AWARENESS WEEKizuku would go ape shit during that week

"who needs a quirk when my dad gave me a gun!"

He would give axe sharpening tips

"Remember kids! Society won't help you, so you gotta help yourself!"

he would make 'how to cook videos' except it would only be quil combos

What if one day he just put quil in the ovenand pulled out a muffin

Remeber, don't try this at home kids." makes A horrifying quil combo "rememer never ever do this even if you have a quirk that allows it." downs the horror concoction

"so today were gonna do my boyriend does my makeup challange and since both me and tenya are dumb and know nothing i borrowed my mums makeup..." 

It’s a given he’s gonna do makeup tutorials. The real question is would they be good or absolutely horrendous?

good or horrendous? Both

Amazing makeup at horrendous things? Hmmm interesting

“Hey guys today I’m turning myself into a real like eldrich abomination with the help of eyeliner and glitter!”

izuku has a whole playlist of videos dedicated to tenya and UA

theyre all jsut shitposty compilations of some footage when tenya isnt looking

Even tho it looks like he couldn't give a fuck he is very selective with which footage makes it online. He's very careful at how much is revealed and makes sure no students or secret identities would be in danger with his content

izuku isnt stupid...hes jsut having a good time

Sneaking into UA highschool by hiding in pro hero eraserhead's sleeping bag | NOT CLICKBAIT

Izuku would totally play carefree and childish games while just being Izuku

Like his animal crossing series

Fucking legendary on his channel in terms of gaming

izuku's sims lets play

it's like a 10 generation long telenovela lowkey based off the todoroki family

He has no straight sims, he recreated UA and class 1a in sims

the wedding of sim izuku and sim tenya is like the biggest party in the sim neighbourhood

He creates endeavor just to lock him in a room with 50 ovens

Omg his draw my life has got to be super depressing

He'd be super blunt and monotone during his whole draw my life going through all of the abuse and bullying that he went through because of his quirklessness and also his suicide attempt and all that jazz(edited) 

izuku would paint on a potato

Izuku would make a get ready with me where he does something totally batshit crazy then ends it with "Ah. Yet another day in my life."

Izuku meets Marie Kondo

“Only keep what brings you joy”

“Well this gun from my father sure brings me joy”

Knifemaking videos but with axes

Izuku decided to do a wardrobe tour and like 4 things were bloodstained which he never addressed. The most popular comment was what happened, which of course he never answered.

Izuku does these new year (like all of the questions from last year) or milestone Q+A’s/AMA's which are basically people just asking a bunch of the things he wouldn't answer or address before. A lot of his viewers write down and timestamp when he does something and doesn't address it. If you don't you'll never hear an answer.

He has his boonk gang phrase which is probably like Bandit gang or some shit like that, which he shouts while breaking into places. UA dorm rooms, UA facility office, UA, Hero Agency’s, Endeavour's bedroom (Don't ask), etc. 

He has a variety of videos where he does things from different communities. For example he has a few hair tutorial and following hair tutorial videos. Same for makeup.I feel like Izuku would also have some dresses and slutty Halloween costumes that be put on in a video all while looking like someone who just had finals and was studying for 4 days straight beforehand.

At like 4AM a thought hit Izuku to have Trash Bandit meet Kouta for the first time and learn what his sheep talks about and what he has to say. Needless to say he took his camera, went to UA, stormed the dorms, went up to the shy kid sheep in hand, looked him dead in the eye, and asked “What is my sheep saying.” bandit speaks and Kouta goes from confused and slightly scared to disgusted and horrified. What did Bandit say? Who the fuck knows…

Izuku loves analysis and while he doesn't do it for heroes anymore when he misses it too much sometimes he does it with tv shows or other things.

Idk what yet but Izuku is weirdly good at something and only showed it on camera once. (He's casually known to be a good artist) Whatever he's good at he did it once for a video and it's in one of the most popular compilation videos of him. 15 minutes of Izuku being a cinnamon roll.

Izuku has a shit ton of videos featuring the UA kids. He has some playlists dedicated to certain ones even if all you see is the back of their head.

Any proceeds Izuku manages to get (he is popular but he gets demonetized a lot) goes to different charities for the quirkless.

He made only 1 serious cooking video on his birthday, but instead of using a knife he used an axe.

He has a video called “My sharp things (tour)” where he just shows off all of his knives and axes and shit along with a massive pair of scissors he got Momo to make.

Izuku makes videos of himself destroying endeavor merch while staring at the camera.

[archmage--khadgar]

(To explain some things! I’ve gotten a few messages of love in response to the most recent shenanigans. And also, of course, past messages of you guys throwing kindness at me and I internally 404 like woah. I rarely say nice things about myself. Partially because even though I’m heckin’ chatty once I get going. I feel really guilty and vain or like I’m oversharing or something, I dunno.  The reasons why have kind of been danced around and ffwwuhhhh I might delete this post later or something who knows. A lot of this is stuff I haven’t shared at all or with most people. But I also don’t really like repeating myself too much with certain things so I’m just. Gonna do this. It’s 2:30 in the morning and I just woke up and can’t get back to sleep SO. Yeah. More under the cut.  About why the “I love yous” and other nice things pretty much send me running. And make me really uncomfortable.)

I’m not looking for a pity party, just augh. I feel like it isn’t fair to keep hiding under blankets while calling myself trash and stuff without y’all knowing WHY. A lot of things are still going to be left out, either cause they’re hella buried or I still can’t talk about them yet. But uh. YEAH. Where to begin? The easiest thing to explain, I suppose, is to touch upon how I grew up in a single-parent household. Mom never said “I love you”, but she did yell, screech, and throw things at me and didn’t hold back on telling me how much I pissed her off, whenever she was home. I remember being locked and left alone in a hot car during the middle of summer when I was about 5, thankfully someone saw me crying and TO THIS DAY she’s still angry that I had cried. I’m 31. If I bring it up she immediately gets angry as if it had just happened and starts yelling how terrible I was for crying. As for my Dad, my earliest memory of him is of him telling me goodbye before walking out the door. He eventually came back Uhhhh...Sometime around 2nd grade. Did he and my mom get along at all? Nope! There’s a lot to unpack with that stuff that I won’t touch here. But I will say that it was the first case of me learning that people will say “I love you!” in hopes of swaying you to their side.  My Grandparents loved me! And they showed it - shame my mom moved me away from them and OOPH I’m not going to get into that cause I’ll just start crying. :x Trying to talk while fighting off PTSD is a CHALLENGE but I am HERE FOR IT. Anywhoot. That ties heavily into the basis of why hearing someone say “I love you!” Sends me running. It sets off every red flag.  “What do they want? Why are they saying that? They’re trying to get something from me. What are they trying to get from me?” I can think of how despite all the BS, I still tried to be nice even though I was really fucking weird and the poor kid at school in a time where living with a single parent meant something was wrong with you and all that shit. (Fuuuuuck the 90′s!) GOSH there really is a lot, it’s hard to pick and choose the right things to say. (For amusement: as a kid, I had a teacher who said that I was “cool as cucumber” and if that isn’t some fucking foreshadowing I don’t know what is.  I also liked to collect rocks. And I read The Raven when I was like. 6 or 7 and memorized the fucking thing.  Coincidence? I think NOT- yeah prolly just a coincidence.) It’s really hard to describe the bullying because it wasn’t all pulled hair and getting gum in it and I never got shoved into a locker.  Others would lie, however, in order to get me in trouble.  My clothes also would get pulled off.  Belongings got stolen.  Mom tried to spread a rumor that I fooling around with a new guy every week. Her excuse was.....”Well, you never tell me who you have a crush on or if you’re dating anyone at school, so what else am I supposed to think?”   You know that scene in middle school/high school shows where the main kid gets tricked into thinking their crush was interested in them, and the crush was in on the joke? Yeah. Yeah. That fucking happened.  I guess one of the best examples of “shit that happened that really fucked me up for life” Is.... Had a couple of, what I thought, were really good friends. Despite everything else that was bad I at least had them. We were a trio. It was amazing.  I.... Was wrong. I got a message, on AIM one day from one of them. She said that the other one, my best friend, had committed suicide. And that her family didn’t want to talk to me. Don’t call them, never speak to them again, don’t go to the funeral..... I was crying. And called another friend of mine because I 100% didn’t know what to do. Was it real? Was it a joke that I somehow was misinterpreting?  She told me to keep her updated; and that if I wanted to join her and her family at the mall I was more than welcome to. Mom comes home, sees that I’m crying. I tell her very quickly to keep her from getting angry. She thought I was lying at first for attention or some stupid shit until I showed her the chat log. She calls up the mom of my best friend and not only was it not true..... They were hanging out with each other at the other girl’s house. To this day, I have NO fucking clue if my best friend (at the time) was in on it or if it was done without her knowing. Either way, ANGRY MOM’S ALL AROUND, and my mom still questioned why I thought it was real cause hurr hurr I’m supposed to be smart. But also, I had already attempted suicide twice so OF. FUCKING. COURSE. I didn’t question the possibility.  Anyways. I learned a big lesson about my worth that day, from people whom I was closest with. The people who would shout “WE LOVE YOU~!” From the bus window. They remained friends with each other. But not with me. The girl never spoke to me again and my BF quickly made it apparent that I was, and always had been an annoyance in her life. I was weird, stupid, whiney, 14-year-old acting like a 10-year-old, the list goes on.  Could I have been a better friend? In some ways, yeah, maybe? Who knows. I don’t know.  And then Highschool massively tanked after that.  I failed assignments more than I passed them if it wasn’t for the creative projects and extra credit I would have completely flunked out.  POTENTIAL TRIGGER WARNING for the next few lines paragraphs, I’m not going into too much detail but I just want to give a fair warning. Three male friends: Two online and one I knew in person cause he was a friend of a friend.  All three of them were older, I was a minor and theeey...were not. One had just turned 18, one was 20, and I honestly don’t know how old the other guy was. O_o which is weird because I ended up being friends with him for years and I uh. Somehow never got his age. PROBABLY FOR THE BEST. :T The two online guys roped me into erp, knowing my age. Their reasoning? One of them told me I needed to learn to grow up, and how to be an adult. And that, also, as an artist, I needed to start drawing porn because otherwise, I’d never be good. He’d frequently send me NSFW art and shit and try to get me to find out what I liked, and yeah we all know what else he was doing. The other one? I don’t remember much but what I can remember strikes me as more subtle grooming than just rolling in with “WELL YER IN HIGH SCHOOL TIME TO GROW UP EVERYONE’S DOING THIS.” I HAD to deliver otherwise I was a shitty person, a disappointment.  And then the guy I knew in person would frequently make sexual comments about me, either to my face or to our mutual friend (Which pissed her off cause she had a crush on him, she was only a year older than me). All of this was done under the guise of... We’re friends! We love and care about you! We’re doing/saying this because we want you to be happy! You’re such a nice person! You’re so pretty when you smile! “I’m just trying to get you out of your shell.” “It’s better to find out what you like now with a friend who cares.” So on, and so forth.  Trigger warning over...ish?” There’s obviously a lot, and I mean a LOT of stuff I’m not saying. And before you yell THERAPY. Yeah, I’ve been. Yeeeeaaaah therapists never wanted to talk about any of this. I’d bring it up and they’d shut it down as “Unimportant” They’d open up trauma I’d forgotten about, realized they didn’t get paid enough to deal with my bullshit, and focus on other really random shit. BUT WHAT. I’m getting at is. Despite all this, I never got into drugs, or drinking, didn’t become a teenage parent, haven’t been arrested. It’s something I’m still processing and accepting. But like.  Looking back on everything as a whole, for the most part, I just. Everything that I went through SHOULD have turned me into an awful person, I mean. A lot of people would say that I am and I wouldn’t argue it BUT. Like. The damage is there, the damage is done. Some of this might never heal or might take several more years to heal I honestly don’t know.  I don’t understand how I am not. An awful person. Self-deprecating trash jokes aside.  I was only good when I kept quiet. I was only good when I followed their directions. I was only loved when they needed something.  I was only a good person with their approval, and I’d do anything to get it.  I’d sacrifice my belongings, my food, my time, my energy, I’d run to the defense of shitty friends and to the people who’d physically and emotionally hurt me. I feel guilty for outing them even though they’re not here, will never see this, and I didn’t even name names or give details that would give me away.  This stuff isn’t resigned to highschool, I’ve been through a LOT of shit since then but that’s a post for a different day.  There was a time where I had started to feel proud that despite everything I didn’t fall into a hole of drug and alcohol addiction and who knows what else. And I got shot down. I got shot down SO HARD.  I was a bully for being proud of that. I was a terrible person for recognizing my own strength. I was told I was actually weak, a coward, that I don’t know what true suffering is.  And I am still frequently told that I need to start doing MJ or other drugs to “Finally loosen up and be cool.” hnngph. THERE’S STILL A lot more to unpack but I don’t really feel like it right now. But I can’t process being a good person. I can’t hear “I love you!” and not get scared that everything is going to happen again and that I won’t be strong enough, that I’ll prove to all my classmates and family once and for all that I’m the horrible, shitty monster they’re all waiting and expecting me to be.   People say I’m a good person, and then I also frequently get lectured on how I need to toughen up and stop whining or get over myself or whatever.  So I’m not...good..I can’t be good? I’m too selfish, weak and vain to be a good person.  I should have known better, I should have been stronger, and I shouldn’t have given in to wanting to be validated, and loved.  AND SO MANY PEOPLE HAVE IT worse than me I have no business thinking I’m a good person or strong or whatever. Absolutely none. I feel so manipulative for even saying any of this. Hnnpgh.

[transdonaldduck]

idk if you already answered this, but what was mason and donalds first meeting like?

Mom was confident, a pillar of strength Mason desperately wanted to emulate- she was certain and steady all the time. At most she was reserved, modest, gentle… but never has her hand hovered over a doorbell for so long, waiting to gather the courage to ring the bell. A heart beat passes and Jessica pushes the buzzer to McDuck Manor.

There’s a pause, then- “McDuck Residence, state your business.” It’s a curt tone, feminine, and her sharpness makes Mason frown.

“Yes, hi! Hello.” Jessica’s nerves finally smoothed out on the last word, jitters vanishing as her professional persona kicked in, “I’m looking for Donald Duck.”

She doesn’t get a reply for a long moment, and just when she thinks she’s been denied, there‘s the voice again, “May I ask what this is about?”

“Of course, um, My name is Jessica Quackmire. We met about fifteen years ago, and I have… something that uh…” Her face twists as she fishes for the right words, “…Belongs to him?”

Mason turns her head slowly, unamused. Jessica shrugs helplessly, mouths I didn’t know what to say!

There’s a loud sound, the grinding of metal against metal and Mason jumps, watching the gates peel backwards to allow them entrance, “Please proceed forward.” The woman says over the intercom before the line drops dead. Mom puts the car in drive.

“Something that belongs to him?” Mason asks wryly.

“I’m an adult, I can admit it: I panicked.” Jessica says reasonably, grimacing at her own word choice, “This is a delicate situation, I didn’t want to just tell him about a surprise family over a gate intercom.”

“Fair enough.” Mason concedes, drumming out a tune on the dashboard, trying to expel some built up energy.

“…Are you nervous about meeting him?” Jessica asks gently.

Mason balls her hands up to stop the incessant habit, dropping them to her lap, “What’s there to be nervous about?” She tries for nonchalant, “It’s not like I don’t know all about him… he’s got his own wikipedia page.”

“It’s different reading about someone versus actually meeting them.” Mom points out as she finally makes it to the manor, pulling into the roundabout in front of the main entrance, “Do you want to stay in the car until I talk to him?”

“No way, I want to be there the whole time.” She says, unclicking her seatbelt, “I can handle it.”

Once mom had decided to start med school, she’d sat Mason down and had a long talk about her father. It’s not as if Mason wasn’t aware of him before, and while she’d always kind of wondered about what he was like in person, she also was pretty happy with her life and never really felt the need to reach out badly enough to actually do it. Mom wanted them to build a relationship, though, since she wouldn’t be around a lot once she went back to school. Mason had a sneaking suspicion there was another reason there somewhere, but she didn’t pry. The thought of meeting her dad was good in theory, but he was a difficult man to track down. Turns out he hopped from job to job, didn’t have a landline listed in the phone book, and his previously listed house(boat) had apparently blown up and then sunk spectacularly during the return of magica De Spell- so, he was hard to get a hold of… which meant they were stuck here, jumping right into the fire instead of asking him to meet them out for lunch or something. No warning ahead of time. Oof.

Mason pops open her door and jumps out of the car, following her mom up to the door. The closer she got to actually meeting Donald Duck, the more anxious she was getting. What if he didn’t like her..? What if he didn’t want her.

Mom knocks on the door politely and firmly without delay, this time, shoulders squared. Mason mimics her, straightening her spine, schooling her expression. The woman who opens the door was an imposing figure. She was dressed very sweetly in a matronly apron and a skirt, her hair pulled back into a tight bun, and Mason understood almost immediately she was the no-nonsense type and strains to stand stiffer under her eyes.

“Jessica Quackmire,” Mom smiles, solding out her hand.

“I am the housekeeper, Miss Beakley.” She smiles back, shaking her mom’s hand twice, “Please follow me, Donald is out back.”

Miss Beakley hardly gives them time to register her words before she’s off, and Mason and her mom are pressed to chase after her. The Manor is huge, bigger than Mason’s elementary school and highschool combined, there’s tasteful crown moulding and paintings and marbles flooring with plush red carpets on top, they pass a fireplace as tall as her stacked with wood for its next use- its fancy and clean and well put together. Her Dad lived here?

As she looks around, craning her neck to take it all in, she gets the distinct feeling of being watched. She glances behind her suspiciously, frowning at the empty hallway and then scrambling to keep up when she realizes she’s being left in the dust. Finally they come upon a kitchen area and, past that, a set of sliding glass doors that lead out to a pool area, and in the pool… is a giant boat.

Are rich people really like this?

There’s two people on deck of the boat and, now that Mason is looking closer, the ship is in rough shape- it’s banged up and scraped, huge sections of paint missing, the bow is cracked and splintered in places, the smoke stack up top dented and banged up. There’s signs of work all around the pool, stacks of wood, buckets of paint, other things Mason doesn’t know enough about to identify… but the thing that really catches her attention is that the two men on the boat are arguing loudly.

“Donald!” Miss Beakley calls, “Your guests are here!”

The man in the sailor suit pauses the argument, grabbing the edge of the railing to peer over and look at them. He’s handsome, a few stress wrinkles here and there, but his feathers are still bright. He’s wearing a sailors outfit, and even leaning over the railing he stands like the boys in JROTC stood- military. He’s got his feathers cut short, a tuft or two poking out from his hairline, and before she can quite take it all in he leans too far over the edge and pitches forward into the water with a loud quack of surprise.

Mason barks out a startled laugh, clapping a hand to her beak to smother it as mom hurried forward to try and help. This was Donald Duck? Scrooge McDuck’s nephew and one of the worlds most skilled adventures in the world? Mason felt a bit better, knowing now he wasn’t exactly the intimidating figure she’d built him up to be. Jessica leans out and offers him her hand as he pops out of the water, blinking chlorine out of his eyes, but before he can take it Scrooge leans down from the entrance plank and uses his cane to hook the back of his shirt, pulling him over to the edge of the pool so he could haul himself out.

He sits in the edge of the pool and coughs a few times, smacking his chest, and gathers his bearings.

“Hello Mrs. Quackmire,” Scrooge says, coming down the rest of the way to greet them, “Scrooge McDuck.”

Jessica reaches out to shake his hand, “No introduction necessary, Mr. McDuck, I think the whole world knows who you are.”

Donald gets to his feet, water rolling off his feathers, ringing out his shirt, “Don’t say that, it’ll just go to his head.”

And Masons heart skips a beat.

“Your voice…” She says without thinking at all.

He blinks, winces, and she can see his face flush under his feathers, “I have a speech impediment.” And it almost sounds like an apology.

She wants to say don’t worry, I had the same one but her throat is suspiciously tight and she can’t quite get the words out, dropping her eyes to the ground so she doesn’t make him feel worse. Mom has put her through several speech therapy classes when she was young and, while she never fully lost the scratchy undertone, she wasn’t even a fraction as garbled as he was. If there was any more proof she’d needed…

“Hey, Donald. It’s been a while,” Jessica steps forward, crossing her arms across her stomach, drawing his attention, “Would you mind if we talked in private?”

He blinks and his eyebrows furrow, and Mason can tell he’s trying to place where he knows her from. He nods, “sure, would you like to come inside my houseboat? It was recently sunk so sorry about the work in progress.”

“You could always stay inside the manor like I was offering.” Scrooge mutters, rolling his eyes, “I’ll be inside if you need me. It was nice meeting you, Miss Quackmire.”

“Likewise!” She responds, following Donald inside the boat with Mason in tow.

And Donald hadn’t been lying, like the outside of the boat, the inside was a mess. The railing on the stairs was broken along the base, missing several slats, and the kitchen had been gutted, empty holes where a stove or a dishwasher should have been. The place was sparsely decorated, the kitchen table piled with picture frames and photo albums, the living room with only a worn looking couch and matching chair, an ancient tv set.

“She was damaged during the return of Magica De Spell,” he tells them, “I’m trying to fix her up. Make yourself at home, I’m gonna go get out of these wet clothes.”

Jessica smiles at Mason encouragingly, “Well, this is kind of nice, isn’t it?” She says, looking around, “It needs a few repairs, but it’s so… sweet. Quaint.”

“Not something I expected from the nephew of a trillionaire.” Mason admits, walking over to the kitchen table, peeking at the photos, “This must be Huey, Dewey, and Louie.” She says, looking at the picture. It’s Donald with the boys, they’re all smiling, at a park, and the boys look no older than six or seven. The picture is warped around the edges from water damage and she can see the care Donald took to try and salvage it.

Donald comes back into the room wearing a loose black t-shirt and Jessica smiles at him, stepping away from the kitchen table, “Please, have a seat.” He says warmly, motioning to the couch. It’s not the most comfortable thing in the world, “Would you like some tea?”

“No, that’s alright.” Jessica shakes her head, taking her satchel off and setting it aside.

“Okay, let’s get down to business. You said you had something of mine?” Donald says, sitting across from them in the chair, “I hope it’s not her!” he says jokingly, motioning to Mason.

Mason and Jessica’s eyes get as big as dinner plates.

There’s a long pause, and Donalds own eyes widen comically as the puzzle pieces slide into place. “Oh- Oh-” He stutters, hands reaching out to clutch the arms of the chair, “ Is she- she’s mine?” Donald asks, eyebrows shooting to his hairline, disbelief in his gaze.

Jessica takes a deep breathe, “Fifteen years ago you and your band the Three Caballeros were playing at a bar in Las Vegas. I invited you back to my place- I don’t know if you remember that, or me, but I have a picture of us when we met. I was into photography back then.” She grabs her satchel, pulling out an old looking photo, handing it to him, “After that night, you went back to duckburg…” She closes her eyes for a brief moment, “And I laid an egg.”

He studies the photo.

“I chose to raise her on my own,” She continues, balling her hands into fists in her lap, “I thought it was the best choice and I never told you, but I shouldn’t have made that decision for you. We came here today to… to give you the option to have a relationship, with her.”

He looks up, face still slack jawed, “I have a daughter?” he asks, in the softest voice Masons ever heard, looking back and forth between them.

Jessica nods, “Yeah.” She says, just as soft.

He looks at her and he absolutely glows. She feels her breath catch again, and she almost feels lightheaded, “What’s your name?” He asks her, smiling wide, eyes sparkling.

“Mason.” She says automatically, blinking away the burn in her eyes, “Mason Victoria Quackmire.”

“Mason!” he repeats in awe, jumping up and coming to sit beside her on the couch, “I was just joking before,” He says earnestly, “I’m really happy it’s you. I’m really happy to meet you.”

Before she can burst into tears she throws her arms around him, burying her face into his chest, and a warm feeling cascades over her heart when he envelopes her in a bear hug, pulling her close, tucking his beak over her head. He’s solid, steady, and warm.

“On the event that this was a happy reunion,” Jessica ventures, giddy, digging through her bag, “I brought you some things I think you’d like to see.” She pulls out a photo album, ones that has a dated floral pattern, worn along the edges.

Mason groans playfully, too busy wiping away happy tears to really put any ire into her teasing.

Donald gasps, reaching out to take the book, keeping her held close with one arm. He sets it on his lap, flipping through the pages with one hand. The first is a picture of her the day she hatched and he gets so excited he almost jumps off the couch, cooing at the picture, “You’re so adorable!” He fawns, positively glowing as he flips through each page.

“There she is on her first birthday, we had a special cake for her to eat with her hands,” Jessica squishes close on Masons other side, pointing to different photos and offering context, “There she is on her first day of kindergarten- oh there’s the Halloween where she dressed up as Darkwing Duck! From that old-school tv show!”

“I know the one,” Donald smiles fondly, trailing a finger lightly over the edge of the photo, and Mason slyly tries to wipe away her tears. Jessica and Donald both press reassuringly closer and Mason gets the idea that she wasn’t subtle enough.

They spend who knows how long going through photo albums and school yearbooks, her parents gushing over elementary school graduation and awkward middle school dances, the ones where Mason has braces and ugly glittery dresses she had thought looked amazing when she’d picked them out. Jessica had even brought home videos she’d taken of Mason when she was a kid, Donald hunting down his salvaged VCR to play them, Masons speech impediment mirroring her fathers, and the first time he heard her childhood voice he started quacking excitedly, grinning ear to ear.

“Uncle Donald!” A voice calls down the stairs, a kid bouncing down the steps, “Dinner’s-” he stumbles to a stop, blanching at the other people in the house, “Uh, Dinner’s done?”

“Ah,” Donald says eloquently, glancing at his cell phone, “I didn’t realize how much time had passed.” He admits, “Would you two like to stay for dinner?” He asks, turning to them.

“Ah, no thank you, we wouldn’t want to impose.” Jessica refuses politely, both she and Mason had agreed beforehand that they wouldn’t stay for dinner, putting a time limit on their stay in case it wasn’t a very good reunion.

“But we’re staying in town for the next few days, so we’ll be able to come back and see you again when you’re free?” Mason ventured hopefully.

“I’m free- I’m always free, no problem, anytime.” Donald nods, reaching out to squeeze her shoulder reassuringly. “Anytime.” He stresses.

The boy’s eyebrows keep climbing, confusion written on his face as he slowly inches up the stairs, adjusting his hat awkwardly. He disappears the last of the way when Jessica stands, taking his queue to leave finally. He’s one of Donald’s nephews, Mason’s pretty sure that was Huey, the one who dresses in all red. Mason follows after her mom, standing and getting ready. Donald is slower to follow, sad to see them go.

“Before you Leave- please, let me introduce you to my family.” He implores, “Officially.”

Jessica looks at Mason, asking her silently if that’s what she wanted, “Yeah, Okay.” Mason nods nervously, “I think I’d like that.”

The manor is just as nice and high class as before, but after spending all day in the houseboat it feels emptier, a bit too cold compared to the lived in and well loved old ship… the dining room is full, several people gathered around to eat, Donald’s nephews and a little girl- maybe a friend of theirs?- are gathered to one side, whispering and conspiring over their silverware. Scrooge Mcduck is at the head, glancing over a map- which is spirited away suddenly by the housekeeper from before, tutting at him when he tries to snatch it back. Also there’s a ghost. What the fuck. He’s serving mashed potatoes.

“Oh, Mrs. Quackmire, I didn’t realize you were staying for dinner.” Mrs. Beakley notes apologetically, “I’ll set out two extra place settings for you.”

“No, no, that’s alright.” Jessica holds out her hands, “We’re actually on our way out!”

“But before they leave, I’d like you all to be acquainted.” Donald steps forward, “Boys, Uncle Scrooge,” He says, turning to them, placing a warm hand on her shoulder to steady them both, “This is Mason. She’s my daughter.”

“…What?” Scrooge asks blankly, processing his words slowly, eyebrows shooting to his hairline, “Did you just- Daughter?” He wheezes out, shocked.

Donald squeezes Masons shoulder, “Yes, I didn’t know about her until today. Jessica and I met at one of my shows with the Three Caballeros. Mason, this is your great uncle Scrooge and your cousins Huey, Dewey, Louie, and Webby.” He says, pointing them each out in turn.

She does a little wave, smiling awkwardly, “Hi, it’s… really nice to meet you.” She says earnestly. They seem too shocked to say anything, except for Webby, who looks like she’s about to jump out of her seat in excitement. She whips a camera out of nowhere and snaps a picture of Mason, much to her confusion.

“Oh this one is SO going on my corkboard!” She crows, holding it out so Mason can see her own surprised face.

“Wait wait, Uncle Donald has a kid?” Louie finally snaps out of his surprise, peering at her over his dinner plate, “When did that happen?”

“About fifteen years ago.” Jessica jokes, nudging Donald with her elbow playfully.

Mason doesn’t quite catch Scrooge frowning but she can sort of tell he’s not happy, “It’s nice to meet you, lass.” his smile is tense.

At that, Jessica claps her hands together, “Well, it seems like you all might need some time to process! We’ll go ahead and get out of your hair.”

“Let me walk you out!” Donald insists, walking along with them as they leave his flabbergasted family behind. Once they reach the car, there’s a moment where they all just stand around, obviously not sure how to end this interaction. “It’s been wonderful, Mason.” Donald says sincerely, “Would you mind if I gave you a hug?”

On other adults, Mason would have felt obligated, but with Donald it really did feel like she could have said no if she wanted to. “I’d like that.” She says honestly, jumping forward to lean into his embrace. He rubs her back and sighs happily, releasing her after a moment. “I’ll see you tomorrow?” she asks.

He nods, “Tomorrow.”

“Mason, could you start the car? I’d like to talk to Donald for a moment alone.”

Grabbing her keys, Mason nods, getting into the passengers side and cranking the engine. She turns the radio off, leaning over to press her head to the window so she can hear what they’re saying. She jumps when Mom taps loudly on the window, rolling it down sheepishly.

“No eavesdropping! Turn the radio back on.” Mason groans but compiles, spacing out and staring up at the stars as pop music muffles whatever her parent were talking about. Jessica finally leans over to give Donald a quick hug, pulling away and resting her hands on his shoulders as she says her final piece. She squeezes his shoulder and smiles, finally pulling away. He retreats up the stairs, standing there as Mom gets into the car. He doesn’t go inside until they pull away.

“What’d you two talk about?” Mason prods.

“Nosey!” Jessica teases, staring at the road, “It was nothing, just boring mandatory adult small talk.”

Mason hums in response, resting her head against the passenger side window as they pull out of McDuck’s driveway. “…He’s really okay with us coming back tomorrow?” she asks softly.

“Yeah, Honey Bee,” Jessica matches her tone, “He’s so excited to know you.”

Mason smiles, “I’m excited to know him too.”

[ramblingshit]

Fright Night - 2011 - 2/5

we start , very, very high. its ominous to begin, the dreamworks opening dark and spooky and slow. scrawled font glides across dark stormy clouds and we're over a small square, isolated suburb. a house is on sale. that's the Charmed font.

oh my god what is that david tennant what the fuck was not expecting that.okay so this is a modern Fright Night.  and david tennant sis peter vincent. okay what a jump scare just happened the dog is scared, and this girl is dead and he's covered in blood and holy shit its the senator. wow the bed was bloody where his dad was scrambling for the gun hidden beneath the mattress that the boy finds. oh his dads body is sliding away and what the fuck is that im scared what the hell holy shit. ohh cool title card. nice symmetry in the birds eye. just a happy, normal small neighbourhood, everyone is diverse and happy and the kids are playing outside. holy shit its that dead guy poor ol mate.oh its hereditary mum.  they got a chill equal relationship just chatting like friends more than parent adn child. and the mum's intelligent and assertive and smart and a real estate agent. this is very very different from the original fright night. is it really the same movie? is it oh its the girl from 28 weeks later nice she's hot and eyy pumped up kicks is playing damn. I'm pretty sure they're both like 25 and playing as  oh holy shit its like zac efron's brother. trumping all over stereotype. what the hell its the weird super bad creepy guy comedian dude 'Brewster' it's the weird cackling kid. they've got relationship issues they're both geeks but brewster got hot and with the hot girl and rose through the 'social ranks' and they had to stop being friends. weird kid is threatening to show all his new friends embarrassing stuff from the past. oh my fucking god oh my god colin farrell. holy shit. oh my god. and damn she is Amy I'm forgetting everything cause its so different. he's charming and fucking hot and buff with like a paled face.being all charming and neighbourly. wife beater and silver necklace and damn the way he bit that apple. what are they doing here crawling through the doggy door who's adam. outta nowhere weird kid tells him jerry's a vampire, like a 'by the way' situation where are they going why does he have a cross and stake? they just added a stock door opening noise. they're telling the realisations of hm being a vampire without actually showing any of it and the weirdo kid is the one interested and telling brewster that jerrys a vampire like what first he's not even met him he hasn't been involved or around him at all and now he's adamantly trying to argue that he is a vampire?? in the original brewster was obsessed and found out quick to the start all by himself and half the trouble was trying to convince everyone else too. now one of his friends is trying to convince him?? what?? and they're mentioning Twilight and weird kid is saying how he's not broody or whatever like show us what his personality is like why are you saying this it's like this long ass dialogue chunk in the middle of a completely irrelevant situation, all about Jerry. fucking weird man what the fuck. we've seen the guy once. he's got evidence? why are they in this house? why is this happening? this was the Charley show - his journey from fear to sorting Jerry out and his tension with the guy the weird kid was basically comedic effect now he's premature exposition guy? and he's the one who thought of peter vincent cause it showed him watching him all the time but now its the weird kid convincing him and now they're having relationship problems and brewster fkn pushed him damn son use your words wow he's a fucking asshole like die dude the fuck. oh damn what the fuck the bully just grabbed him off his bike fr riding down his street like its his turf what the hell there's like four streets in this suburb and now they're fighting who wrote this why bother calling it fright night its a whole nother (fkn messy shit) story he's literally chasing him over the fence like he wants to kill him damn this isn't bullying  fuck. what is this movie? oooooh jerry is hottttt i love me a murdererous manly man. weird kid is in big trouble. oh my god. oh my god did they get him to play fake grindelwald because of his role in this. damn he's turning weird kid and the cross falls dramatically from his hand. ohh he's a fuckin dick to his friend and now he's feelin all guilty and worried and reminiscing about the time he wasn't an asshole to his friend. wow we're not even half an hour in and half the original movie is gone and replaced by whatever high school drama movie this is.he walked into weird kid's room and didn't turn the light on? yeah alright. what the fuck. why is peter vincent fkn that 'sexy' emo magician man who was popular -Chris Angel Mindfreak. he found a laptop with evidence that jerry's a vampire videos on it. and here's Jerry and what's happening ahaha he's not gonna invite him in and its physically uncomfortable standing at the door he's literally stuck at the door and it's really really obvious.  damn that was cool though passing the beer through the doorway and the communication in their eyes and now he's perving on his mum is this acting intentional? like he looked really unsure what to do with himself was that in character or?? he's looking around all paranoid he's perving on all the girls he's threatening him really obviously i can't tell if i like it more than the smooth suave chilling conversation that was driving charley mad at the start of the other one. jerry telling him to 'manage' the women in his life cause its his job to keep them safe. now they're doing the distracted disinterested in Amy play and she's the one coming onto him strong  and what are we gonna see this. this is literally worse acting than the screaming kid in the first one it's like halfhearted. now the movie's settling in for like a spookier, much darker version of the  nah nevermind its like a padded retelling. there's no billy in this one, just Jerry - who's gonna cover him during the day? original was a squad effort movie - bunch of kids and an old man going up against a vampire. not anymore its just this obviously mid 20s guy sneaking around in a dark house to quiet, eerie music. wait he's in Jerry's house? oh cause Jerry drove off. ooh Jerry's got awesome creepy office with spooky drawings on the walls why is this place so dark goddamn turn on the lightswitch. he's got costumes for hunting damn that's cool. and here he returns uh oh run charley run. try escape the vampire now that you're in his lair. a secret door to like a jail block in the wall? what he's letting himself be close in? what is he doing how did Jerry whip this up?jumpscare lol lame it's Doris. you telling me he's gonna lockpick the lock okay he's never done it before but okay. god he's hot. the swooning blond in the arms of a vampire. it's like hella horrific oh my god she just shushed Charley where he hid in the other room. drinks from her all orgasmic and tosses her back in the room. damn he looks good with a bloodstained mouth lickinn his lips and shit. good luck picking with a bobby pin you're hilarious holy fuck she's tiny, like a limp ragdoll. ew why is he watching skanky girls on TV. tryna tell me he's watching the TV so loud that he can't hear they panting and crying. yeah he can he's outta the chair - there's no reflection and he's like crying damn this is tense. such a nice house. strutting around, drinking beer, vaguely amused at everything. he just caught an apple. it's like he knows something amusing no one else does.  but does he actually kno-- oh my god yeah he does that's awesome. oh holy fucking shit holy shit holy fucking shit she was a vampire she fucking exploded in the sunlight. his jumper s covered in her ash that's messed, Jerry stood inside listening and laughing to himself as he bit into the apple. now he's out here being the one looking up peter vincent - that entire start was completely pointless they should've cut out all of the weird kid stuff. now he's snubbing his girlfriend too this is how it should have all begun here comes david tennant. what the hell he's pulling a secret swipe identity thing to try get in to see vincent and vincent is a gross slimeball of a david tennant why are all these men slimy he's pretending to be a reporter she's walking around in a bra, vincent is an expert on vampires and the lot - not just using what he learned from doing his show and now she's using 'little girl' as a derogatory term for vincent. okay not the most attractive bod and i hate tattoos tbh at this point its true. god this whole thing is so edgy and wow okay here we go his hair is so much betterokay damn holy shit. it was the hair the hair was fucking me up okay holy damn all his facial hair is fake. and thank god his eyebrow piercing - wait nevermind all that 'expert' stuff was bulll? or is he mucking around? okay no its bull he isn't an expert. i can't believe how much hair affects someone. oh and his tattoo are right as well. damn he sounds schizo and vincent is fkn cold and that is some bad cgi and trying to be so dramatic its just a filter over the shot. oh and here's  zac efrons brother and eternal grunge guy.  ohh he's got creepy long nails and oh damn eating them and there's the blood oh fuck why is that hot im so disturbed. he's shaving stakes and its mum who confronts him and he's awwkard about it and now they've referenced 'Dark Shadows' as well as Twilight. these highschoolers are so serious and mature tryna talk to each other and here's Jerry at the door.this is a game to him but she's sticking up for her son and Jerry thinks its awesome or is it just oh damn he's coming back with a shovel and a power saw?? what's he doing??? where's he going oh my god what's he doing the girls are slowly realising that he might be right what is he digging up.flinging huge chunks of earth around. oh uh oh oh FUCK  THAT:s  GAS HOLY SHIT are you serious Jerry no holy daaaaaaamn he's blowing up their house I love it ahahaha 'dont need an invitation if there's no house' that is hilarious oh my god as if they're going to get out with what really he's gonna  oh wait he''s gonna take the dirt bike what the fuck he just threw the bike at them what is happening is this Michael bay. and now he's ramming them fuck he really wants them dead damn oh ahahah they have a tank of a car driving getting hit by a bike, smashing through a vampire and his big ass car. is he-- he's under the car that's amazing yeah okay like they survived that too oh he just lifted up the car oh what the fuck he looks like that shark guy from batman oh no why does he look like that who made him look like a shark he's eating that guy blood squirting, he's very animalistic like twitchy and shit too  black eyes eats a guy, morphs into something evil blood stained mouth cars all fucked up and he turns around 'hey' he greeted jovially, the girls run away - the mum just leaves her son to face off a vampire? yeah, okay. - and he calls 'catch you later!' damn some of this is gold and other bits are trash but so far they're evening each other out. he's oh damn he grabbed the cross and it lit on fire and he's got charley and was gonna stake him but mum popped up and shanked him through the shoulder with one of her real estate signs that's so lame, but he's screeching and flinging himself around making growling noises and now mum's fainted and hit her head and jerry's twitching out with a oh okay he hit him with his car again. jerry's all kinds of fucked but he heals up fine soon enough. vincent isn't charming; there's too much sex and money and cynical and assholey and its grotesque compared to the teenageriness of the original. and now mum's out for the count at the hospital lol  what's happening. he's shitting on the idea to call the police that's hilarious he wouldn't stop calling them in the first. i dunno i keep comparing them because these are the bits i 100% liked better in the other one. now he's talking about weird kid who disappeared ages ago. he's a loser - she likes him cause he's different; she's the popular girl who didn't want an ass bully to date. vincent's a drunk on top of everything. but he does know his stuff about vampires. there's different species different breeds - Jerry's a tribal snacker who keeps his victims alive for days and oh damn its weird kid he's a black eyed vampire and he's mad Jerry got him Vincents in his panic room the bra girl is dead weird kids arms off and now Jerry's coming and weird kid's twitching out and he looks like a wolf shark and they're being vulgar again he's hunting them down this is a serious relationship drama issue. if they're strong enough to like bend metal how did grabbing him hard around the neck not immediately crush it. they're fighting - like what; charley just took a deep clawing across the chest they're blocking and slashing and every ones smashing stuff and he just got weird kid at the neck and uh oh she's in trouble but she's got a gun but he's barely flinching oh what. how did she know that was holy water the cup was up too high for her to see there was even any water in it. dude they're strong when its plot convenient - how do these guys know how to fight with weapons he's just so chill with that slash across the chest. ahaha what the fuck she's like urging him to kill him aha he stabbed him all drama and she's in survivor mode like fuck outta the way everyone oh good he's pretty again. i'm disappointed no jerry/amy stuff though tbh she's spicy, he thinks this is a great time. he's just hunting them and its nightclub time are they gonna do the jerry amy thing no he grabbed her by the throat oh damn oh okay no that was pretty hot he's got a slash on his chest and the bouncers just grabbing it and he doesn't react fuck sake 0 that was pretty cool if not exactly what i wanted - he properly vampired her: blood on his lips he kissed her and it drugged her enough to take her neck in the middle of the club. and now a vampire killed vincent's parents and that's why he's a drunk but how'd he become a magician what's that got to do with anything. damn highschooler dropping moral truthbombs that immediately make adults change their mind immediately and wanna help him. how does that car still drive. this is so gay like he is overreacting he's dressed to go to war - i forgot he burned their house down he's got a fucking crossbow and he's dressed in like military shit and he's swinging the crossbow around like he's in the military, did they tell him to take this serious or like he shoulda been an awkward stumbling kid oh what the damn they'res a secret like basement damn he just broke a hip how is all of this under his house didn't just move in???he switched on the first light in the whole movie and it barely lit anything up so lame. so extra oh damn that tiddy damn nice just dodged an arrow oh fo real really is he the vampire who killed vincent's parents are you serious that's so lame. and now Amy's  what the fuck why is there like an entire institution beneath this house what is this. oh its the tribe?? they live in the dirt whoop her eyes are black but vincent's got a dramatic black leather jacket and a stake gun that just fucked up and he's just gonna stake her straight up they barely gave her time for her scary wide face he just stabbed her and ran and now she's eating her own blood and whoop vincent's being eatenoh really how did he know there was sunlight up there aren't we in the base meant isn't this place made of cement. damn he's hot with his shirt open. he just hissed at the beam of sunlight. even his fingernail burns oh that's cool he's in teh shadow and charleys in the sun beams as he taunts him about Amy and vincent's turning ahaha  and they're gonna wait til the sun goes down and in the meantime he's gonna like fuck amy in front of charley ahaha nice drinking bloods like sex. oh yeah okay what he's gonna what he's expecting to go up in flames what the fuck he'd oh no okay what the fuck as if. as the fuck if. first of all, charley is human and a crazed vampire is not and are you joking me that charley could survive being thrown around plus he's fucking on fire that should have destroyed him by now fucking burned to a crisp oh im so disappointed and okay yea being a vampire was just dark spirits? and now everyones free to die of their wounds aha jesus. his clothes would have seared into his skin, his goggles would have melted but no, completely unscathed. so lame. oh that was such a slow awkward dialogue. weird like one liner jokes throughout are we in vegas? oh nice they're fucking i really don't care i don't wanna see these 25 year olds why do we care what happens now Jerry's dead. jesus that was bad. please im so upset. oh well sometimes 1980s camp horror is better than cheap rushed or at least badly edited modern ones. disappointing man.

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destiel-honeypie replied to your photo “@destiel-honeypie Gonna answer your ask here and combine it with...”

It sounds like an awesome but sad story, could you maybe please tag me if you upload something from the story? But also it's really sad that you experienced something like that, I would like to help but I can't I guess. But if you need something that I can provide just ask me I'm happy if I can help.

@destiel-honeypie​

HONESTLY CURIOSITY TOWARDS MY ORIGINAL STUFF IS ALL I CAN DREAM OF! Especially since I don’t get to talk about them much. If anything, “Everyday Christmas” was the last project I thought I would be able to talk about, especially because of it’s subject matter and how much I put myself into it.

But also I’ve drawn JACK on it, so here’s legitimately all I have of the project development assets that I have thus far.

I’m not kidding when I say the project has a 2% completion status over on my original project lineup list but here we go.

I remember very clearly that I drew Ange way back in 2014 during US Government class in high school, but I’ve since lost that doodle and I hope to find it. TBH tho, not much has changed in terms of Ange’s design from their current counterpart.

Now the reason why I’m at a stalemate with even CHARACTER DESIGNS is because I honestly don’t know what design style this should be animated in.

Which seems like a strange sentiment, but I’m long past explaining my feelings towards handling art styles, so you can read that explanation HERE.

I drafted the screenplay way back in 2015 under the name “DIV-IN” (short for “Divine Intervention” as a temp title) and I printed it physically for posterity’s sake recently.

Around the time I attempted to do this, I still did not understand how screenwriting worked, since at this time I didn’t think about taking taking animation seriously. Much less screenwriting , since I didn’t value myself as a writer. At all. AT ALL.

Here’s a preview of what this temp script contains:

....You can tell a highschooler wrote this lmao. This script will most definitely be scrapped and redone from scratch sometime. Hopefully.

As for design works, since I was in high school with my IRL bestie @mmhinman​ at the time I legit could not for the life of me find the appropriate faces (not design--faces.) for these characters despite having the story down somewhat so I asked her to scribble something for me during passing period. (All I asked for was that these characters need to be fun and easy to draw since the story already hurts to tell, and most of my projects are complex AF in the design department so I wanted some leeway.)

She gave me this:

(The paper is so old, it’s starting to yellow lmao.)

So on the back, I decided to adapt it.

Here are the very first few developmental sketches of the “Boy” and “Mom” characters. (The dad, I have no idea but I have an inkling that I’ll mention in the next bit.)

And then after these sketches were done I put this project on the shelf to work on “The Fledgling.”

It wasn’t until 2017 where I started to get interested in drawing “DIV-IN” since I gained a lot of experience after “The Fledgling” and the preproduction of “Like Glass” began that I wanted to stray away from the original designated aesthetic to be more akin to the works of Yoshihiko Umakoshi (namely his stuff in Casshern Sins and Ojamajo DoReMi--the latter being a childhood favorite of mine.)

The one thing that’s holding me back on this aesthetic being the defining style for the whole project is that I’m super attached to how Ange themself looks--but the style of Ange harkins to my fascination with Lynn Okamoto’s work specifically the adapted designs of “Gokukoku no Brynhildr.” (And a little bit of “Pita Ten.”)

To this day, I’m still torn between the two aesthetics. I haven’t drawn the “Father” character yet because he will look in accordance of the mechanics of the chosen character design style.

If I go the “Umakoshi” route, he’ll probably look something akin to “Braiking Boss” from “Casshern Sins.”

And if I go the “Okamoto” route, then I might look into his other design works for inspiration

Idk if he’ll actually look like Bando specifically but the thought has crossed my mind.

The title was officially finalized this past year in 2018 when I sat down and simmered in trying to find an appropriate title to encompass the whole project on a thematic level. (Especially since I couldn’t take calling it “DIV-IN” anymore lmao.)

And that is literally all I have to “Everyday Christmas” at this current time.

My first mission if I were to deep-dive into it’s production and actually finish writing/drawing it in prep for animation I’d have to find that very first sketch I did of Ange since it’s very important to me, and then round out the final character designs of all the characters. And maybe find proper names for them unless I marry myself to the framing conceit that “this is a fairytale-like story” to heart.

And it may seem like I’m plugging this in a lot but it really is true. If you’re fascinated with “Everyday Christmas” on a writing standpoint, then I really have to mention that it’s a very....uh....straightforward in it’s character writing and themes. As in, there’s very clearly defined “categories” you can sort parties in. (PARENTS=BAD, KID=GOOD, ANGE=GRAY AREA)

Now if you’d like about the same kind of seriousness in the storytelling but crafted much more poignantly and have characters MUCH more nuanced and in grayer areas...That regard would go to the current project I’m writing, “Sow Don’t Sing.” 

I actually compare “Everyday Christmas” and “Sow Don’t Sing” a LOT because the two are the darkest stories I’ve come up with to date despite their mega differences in execution. They also both contain a lot of my own personal feelings and how I’ve come to understand them, especially with my family. 

Thank you again for your concern and support, and I hope my original works can continue to inspire curiosity. :)

[franeridart]

Did you know @boku-no-headcanons made cannons for your bakushimanari art?

Nope, this is the first I heard of it! But as long as they’re not reposting my stuff they can do whatever, I’m happy my stuff can inspire them! 

Anon said: saw u in youtube rewind congrats

.................. are you sure this ask was meant for me?

Anon said:I tried to message you, I found some accounts using your art if you're interested in knowing who they are :/ 

Anon said:@sweetheart_kirishima on instagram posted your art without credit.

Unless it’s tumblr, which has a form I can fill specifically for reposts to have the thing taken down, I can’t actually do anything even if you guys tell me. It’s... frustrating, cause you’d think by this point such popular social media sites/apps would have some way for preventing art thefts, but they got no report option that can be used for art unless I’m the copyright owner - does that apply to fanarts when the characters aren’t mine and I wasn’t authorized by the original author to make them? Probably not. So I can’t do anything for it, not even ask the reposter to be kind and take my art down, cause as I’ve already said I’m not on any of those platforms

So I thank you both a lot for having thought about letting me know, but it’s... sort of useless. If you could ask the reposter on my behalf though I’d be incredibly grateful!

Anon said: your kiribaku childhood friends au give me life tHANK YOU

YOU’RE WELCOME THANK YOU FOR LIKING IT!!!

Anon said: Kiri kind of reminds me of Dave with his hair like that! (They would look great together now i think about it haha) I love you and your art, I hope you enjoy creating it as much as i like to look at it :) xx

Thank you!!!!! And yeah, the mohawk is still a mohawk after all isn’t it haha Dav’s is less tidy tho, cause he’s a s l o b (not really)

Anon said:yknow how people have hunkspirations to get fit? your art is my hunkspiration to draw

That’s so nice!!! holy smokes!!!!! I hope your arting is going great, anon!!!

Anon said:the new chapter has me crying over bakukami omfg these lo s e RS I'm so glad they're friends

WHAT A MOOD THO

Anon said:HELLO, YES, I'D LIKE MY HEART BACK PLEASE BECAUSE YOU JUST WRECKED IT WITH YOUR CHILDHOOD FRIENDS AU. Kiri is so pretty in it, like oh wow, and Bakugou's brilliant and I LOVE IT. (Also 'manly shit' and 'Katsu,' just slay me now so this happiness never fades).

Ahhhhhh I’m happy you liked it!!!!!!!! And yah Kiri calling Bakugou Katsu is a weakness of mine, did you know that? Maybe you noticed since I always have him do that haha it’s cause it’s written with the kanji for victory! Isn’t that a manly nickname? I like to think Kiri would like it for that haha

Anon said: I love how often (from reading the tags on your art) it's like "oops my hand slipped and now you get some krbk instead of something else" lol

It does happen incredibly often! By now they’re so comfortable to draw for me that I end up drawing them without even realizing haha that’s what happens when you spend a year and a half drawing always the same two kids lol

Anon said:Ah Fran I love your glasses Bakugou so much! Ever since Kami added those shades to his hero costume it has me convinced he'd be so ridiculously cute in glasses too! I hope you enjoy that adorable mental image :)

You mean Kami? He sure would! Kiri would too! Sero also!!! MINA TOO!!!!! Actually we have canon Mina with glasses I think

yup, what a beauty haha

Anon said:Your kiribaku childhood AU killed me! I just wanted to ask: in your opinion if Kiri&Baku met in middle school do you think they’d be friends? Baku has a habit of rejecting anyone who’s “weaker” than him &seeing how kiri was do you think they’d be friends? Or Baku not noticing kiri until he’s his equal?Or maybe having a crush on the cute black haired kid but never doing anything about it? Baku Rejecting kiri if he tried to confess to him?Sorry this is long but I just love your perception of them!

Whether they’d like each other/get along would depends on at which point and in which way they’d meet, I guess! Middle school was a complicated period for both of them, so it really depends - a few examples of how it could go are

they meet cause they frequent the same middle school - that implies they meet during the first year, when Bakugou was still full on bully/cocky asshole. Kirishima probably wouldn’t like him much because of it, would try to fight him. Bakugou might find him annoying/get pissed at how he thinks himself good enough to fight him. Definitely wouldn’t get along at first, might change their minds as they get to know each other or just keep on having a shitty relationship forever. I find more beliavable the first, since they do have really compatible personalities, but Bakugou was really convinced of his position as above everyone else back then and Kirishima would have never let him act like he was better than him without putting up a fight, so maybe not. Might actually fuck up their relationship in highschool too, really

they frequent different middle school, but happen to see each other outside of school before the sludge incident - if they were to meet cause Kirishima got in the middle of Bakugou bullying Deku, not much would change from option one. But if they were to meet for unrelated reasons, they could get along - Kirishima might think Bakugou manly, Bakugou might appreciate Kirishima’s guts (as long as Kiri doesn’t try to fight him). At first the relationship would definitely be unbalanced, because Kirishima would have no way of proving to Bakugou he’s at his same level since he wouldn’t be, but with time this might change. I can see Kirishima throwing himself at random bullies and Bakugou sighing and sometimes waiting for Kirishima to get his ass beat so maybe he’ll learn while other times lazily strolling up till he’s standing next to Kirishima to scare the bullies away. Bakugou’s... Bakugouness might do something to Kirishima’s self-esteem and could have him have his breakdown sooner, but by that point Bakugou might like him enough to do something about it. Or not. He’s still a cocky and self-centered ass at this point, after all. Kirishima’s presence might help with his bullying habit. Or not. Again, still an egoistical and egocentrical fucker at that point. Worse comes to worst, their relationship starts becoming more equal after the sludge incident/kiri seeing gigantomachia

they frequent different middle schools, but meet outside of school after the sludge incident but before kiri sees gigantomachia - this is probably my favorite one as far as them meeting in middle school goes. Bakugou at this point is questioning if he’s actually as strong as he always assumed he was, starting to feel like he needs to prove his worth to the world and himself, while Kirishima is still convinced he’s plain and weak, too scared to actually voice his dreams, but still tries to do his best and help those in need in front of him. If they were to meet at this point, Bakugou might actually find something to admire in Kirishima, find strength in him even - with the down-to-earth optimism and practical positivity, aware of reality but working to fix what he can, not letting circumstances and defeats bring him down. It might help Bakugou put into perspective the sludge incident, instead of just dwelling on it till it became a bomb ready to explode. Kiri would find Bakugou manly and cool, just like in canon, and they’d be able to build a relationship on equal grounds - Kirishima might even open up to him about how he wishes to try for UA, but he’s nearly sure he’s gonna fail. Bakugou might tell him that as he is right now he’s gonna fail for sure. He might also tell him that a quirk is like a muscle, and muscles get stronger if you train them, so just fucking stop wasting time and train yourself till your quirk is worth something, for fuck sake. By the time the event of Kiri’s backstory roll around, Bakugou might actually be there to hold Kirishima up and not let him go through it by himself. I dunno about crushes, but I do love this scenario and the relationship they’d end up having because of it

they frequent different schools, meet after Kirishima’s meeting with gigantomachia - there wouldn’t be many differences compared to the canon version of their meeting, I think. Bakugou might be a little more subdued, maybe, but generally it’d be the same.

these are just real general cathegories, depending on how the meeting unfolds anything might happen so really, who knows - there’s too many possibilities to be sure of anything, really haha

Anon said:fran ur art its so cute ty for posting it!!! also i just wanna say i think your art has improved so much since i started to follow you!! the first drawings of yours i saw were your old aokaga and i think really youve improved a lot!! (not that you were bad at first but your style has evolved?? idk a good word for it but its not meant as a Bad thing)

Lmao no anon, don’t worry, I was really, really bad back then. It was like, super terrible. I’m glad you think I’ve improved though!!!! This sort of asks mean a whole damn lot to me, make it worth keeping on drawing haha thank you!!

Anon said:i gotta admit, after checking out sero's quirk i can only think: pranks. esp with the double-sided tape trick

Have you ever seen this comic holy fuck hahaha

Anon said:i read that fic by newamsterdam a while back and can't stop thinking about it!!!!

Best fic I’m following at the moment honestly!!!

Anon said:Hi I love your art! It's absolutely amazing and your comics are SO cute!! I hope you have a wonderful day!~

THANK YOU!!!! I hope you’ll have a super wonderful day too!!!!

Anon said:your kirbaku/bakushima is just so nice and lovely??? and your art style is great adorable??? gdfljwblk thenks for mi life

You’re SO SWEET!!!! Thank you!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! *holds*

Anon said:The line work in your drawings lately is looking even smoother and more refined than before! :)

.....................I actually feel like I’m getting super effin sloppy so??? I guess hearing this feels good???? Like oh I’m not actually as much of a mess as I thought haha thank you for the compliment!!!! :D

Anon said:Do you think Bakugou would ever say babe or other sweet nicknames?

Yah I think so. Like, not all nicknames, like “honey” probably never or “sweetheart” highly umprobable, but babe or gorgeous/handsome/beautiful or love, I can see him using those! Mostly cause Mitsuki’s personality was obviously based on Bakugou and she calls Masaru “dear”, so I think Bakugou does have the... predisposition for it, let’s say it like that haha he might more whisper them/keep them private, but I do think he’d use them~

Anon said:You're so good at emitting moods/vibes through your art?? Like, every single time you just... Idk what kind of magic you... I love you??? You turn me to putty Fran.

sob this is such a nice ask oh my god, thank you so much!!!! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Anon said:Everytime I see your art on my dash it makes me smile, there's something inherently cheerful about your art style. Love it

THANK YOU SO MUCH!!!! That’s the best think I could have ever been told about my style, I’m super glad you see it like this!!!! 

Anon said:omg you don't understand how much i love your art !!! i mean i check you blog everyday to see if you posted something and when you do i'm always so happy, it put me in a good mood everytime i don't know how you do it but i love it !!!! also the way you draw smiles is so cute :D

THANK YOU LOTS OH MY GOD!!!!!! AHHH!!!! making people smile is the best thing ever!!! I’m!!!!!!!!!! happy!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! :D now I’m smiling hahaha

Anon said:how does... is... clothing folds?!?!

B o y anon I’m terribly sorry but........... the horrible secret is that I don’t know what the hell I’m doing when I draw clothes’ folds. Like, at all. All I keep in mind while going at it is that gravity is a thing and clothes are affected by it too, and that’s about it ;;; I’m incredibly sorry, but I’m pretty sure someone that actually knows what they’re doing would look at my stuff and see a lot of mistakes, so maybe it’s best if I don’t give tips about this to anyone, least I spread more misinformation than anything else orz I’m sure there’s good tutorials for it around, tho!!

Anon said:Will we ever see more comics of the poly au with bokuto, kuroo and terushima? I binged those comics and LOVED it

Probably not, sorry orz posting for hq lately is... making me sad, in the long run, so hq comics might not come around for a long time, from me. Too much time I should spend on them. Dunno about simple art tho, it’s a maybe for that! And thank you for liking the series!!!!

Anon said:As soon as I saw u added the kekkai sensen art sticker to redbubble I bought it omg bless 💕

THANK YOU SO MUCH HOLY HECK!!!!

Anon said:any chance we could expect more of kirishima's shy senpai? absolutely no pressure! i'm honestly just curious since you seemed fond of him a while back. :)

And I still am! I’ll for sure draw more of him soon enough, don’t worry!

Anon said:I'm sooo sad :'( I wanted to buy a mobile case from you but it's just for iPhone.... I love you art so much *-*

There’s for both iPhones and Samsung, actually! But if you have another brand then it’s no good ;;; sorry ;;;;;;;;;;;;

[minksthings-blog]

The Past in Present Tense

By: Joyce Mangulabnan

She’s running and running in an empty space like there’s no end. She wants to stop due to exhaustion but she couldn’t. She’s running out of breath, visions are getting blurry, tears streaming down her face. She’s about to give up when —

KRIING!!!!

The sound of her alarm clock waking her up. She rises in instant, chasing her breath, trying to calm her racing heart.

“It’s just a nightmare”, convincing herself and chooses to ignore it.

It’s her first day as the CEO of Lee Hotel and Restaurant, their business. Excitingly, she jumps out of bed, rushing to her bathroom.

She starts pulling her hair tie, and her long, silky, brown hair begin to fall.

“Look at those chinky eyes, that pointed nose, kissable lips, poreless skin and peachy cheeks. Who can even resist?” she’s tracing her face with her finger down to the strap on her shoulder to undress.

Her satin night wear’s sliding through her soft, and fair skin. As the dress reaches the floor, she starts showering.

It takes her a decade to finish, that’s overreacting but that’s how pretentious Madison Lee is.

She runs downstairs the moment she’s done preparing.

Mr. Lee greets her and she answer uninterestingly.

“Sorry, I won’t be able to come. I and your Tita Lea have a flight to Singapore today.”

“Tss..”

Lea Briguela is her stepmother. Madison hates her so much eversince. Don’t get her wrong, she wanted a mother when she was a kid. Her father was busy with his work and her mom? No one knows, she just disappeared when Madison was 5 years old.

But Lea Briguela? Really? A big no. That filthy, gold-digger witch.

Speaking of the devil, there she is, walking towards the table. She greets her husband and approaches Madison, “Madison, you look sick. You’re getting fat, you should maintain your diet. That’s not good, hija. You’ll get ugly.”

“You know, you’re overreacting. If fitness is the basis of beauty, then I must say..” pauses to stare at Lea from head to toe, “then you’re not pretty at all.”

At the building, Former CEO, Mr welcomes her, and introduces her to the staffs. After which, she escorts her to her office.

Upon looking around the room, what catches her attention is her name plate on the table.

“One step closer, and this business will be mine.” she says while grinning.

The day is going smooth, this is what she likes, no interruptions. A notification pops up on her computer. A highschool reunion asking for her longing.

The ringtone shocks her whole being, it’s her bestfriend calling.

“No. I won’t come.” she answers before Scarlet could even utter a word.

“Why aren’t you coming? Let’s go!” Scarlet convincing her.

“No.”she’s about to hang up when Scarlet says, “Remember Abby? The who bullied you? I’ve heard she’ll come.”

“Alright, I’ll come.”

Saturday came, it’s their reunion. She’s observing her former classmates, some are successful as her, some already have a family and some are still the same.

The emcee is giving credits to the people who made it possible.

Upon introducing, everyone is cheering. Especially for George Abueva, Scarlet’s third cousin. The heartthrob during their highschool years. His swift moves, his scent, his well-structured face, his sense of humor, and his mouth-watering toned muscles. Who would’ve not fall for him?

He is very popular for he owns a dance conservatory in which he is the instructor. Sadly, because it’s against his family’s will, he’s the sustaining it. His place is currently in-debt and needs to work on it within three months, or it will be served as the payment.

Madison can still remember how George defended her from bullies. Cause as a child— she was not as pretty and fit as today.

While at work, a knock breaks the silence.

“Dad, what a surprise. What brings you here?”.

“I just have something to discuss with you. I’m getting old, Hija. I need to rest. You know you’re the heiress of this business, but before you become it, I have conditions first.”

“Conditions? What are those?”

“Actually, I only have one. Since I’m getting old, I want to witness you having a family. I will only give you this business and my other properties once you get married.”

“What?! Marriage?! Family?! I’m not even looking forward to it, Dad!”

“That’s my final decision, Hija. Failure to do it, i’ll pass it to someone else.”

Emotions and thoughts are running through her mind, she can’t even concentrate at work. What does she do for her father to ask something this fragile?

On the other hand, George is looking for someone to lend him 10million pesos, for the debt and for reconstruction of his conservatory. He’s roaming around lending firms and banks but he couldn’t find any that would lend him that much money. He’s trying to get help from his family but their doors are closed, and whoever opens it for him, will get a consequence. That’s why no one dares to do so— even Scarlet.

Scarlet, a relative of two problematic people, comes up a with an idea. Madison and George can help eachother, wherein they’ll both benefit.

An idea where Madison can lend George money and in condition, they will fake a marriage.

“So that’s it, that’s a good idea, no?” Scarlet asks them both.

“No!” they refuse in chorus.

“That’s the only thing you could do. George, even I’m your cousin and I have money, I cannot lend you. Madison, you’re single. It’s impossible for you to get married within the year. So it’s up to you if you’ll accept this idea.” Scarlet explains.

George can’t help but to agree, the idea really will benefit them both. Madison still chooses to disagree.

It’s Madison’s first month at work. Lea approaches her.

“I’ve heard about your father’s proposal. Seems like the “heiress” will not experience her crown.” Lea mocks.

“And who do you think will inherit my father’s properties? You? I won’t let that happen.”

“Let’s see how far you’ll go, daughter.”

She goes to her room, thinking of how to solve this problem. She dials the number of Scarlet and tells her what happened. Scarlet then pushes her to accept the idea. She finally agrees to it, and so George.

On the day of meeting, George and Madison’s talking about the plan and agreed conditions.

“Rule no. 7: Don’t fall inlove.” Scarlet reading their printed documents, “Well, let’s see if you both can do it.” She continues.

Night comes, a doorbell gets their attention. A sign that Geogre has arrived. Madison introduces him to Mr. Lee, and a shock draws to Lea’s face. They eat together, and she announces that they’ll get married in a month.

Night ends with a glass of champagne, it is indeed a success for them.

For the next weeks, they agree to look after their “wedding”. They will only have a civil wedding.

Weeks have passed already and the everything is now settled. Today’s the wedding day, their families are present, they are actually cool with eachother as if this is not the first time they meet. Weird.

The event starts, they are both nervous. Who could even calm when they are marrying the person they don’t really love?

The ceremony is done, they can’t believe it. They choose to have a private reception because they know they’ll be divorced soon.

At the reception, Mr. Lee approaches them.

“I want you to live at our house for a month. Before you settle on your own.”

A month? Together? In one roof? That can’t be!

“No, dad. We’ll just be a nuisance to you. Right?” Madison widens her eyes, telling George to agree with her.

“Ah, yes Tito. Ofc—

He did not finish his sentence when his father came.

“Compadre, what is this all about?”

Mr. Lee then explains what happened.

“Why wouldn’t you? That’s a good idea, it’s for George to be closer to your family.”

They ended agreeing.

It’s about bedtime and they don’t know what to do. They can’t be in separate bedrooms because they are “couples” and they don’t want to draw confusion to the family.

They agree that George sleeps on the couch and Madison on the bed. It works, and do it every night.

Today is their 1st week as husband and wife. They are preparing for work, George will accompany her to work, prepares her breakfast. They have to act like a sweet couple.

They mostly spend the day at work and be together at night and morning, that’s why it’s not hard.

One night, Madison angrily approaches George.

“George! Where did you go? Yaya Marie told me you were out with another girl! What are you thinking?!” she exclaims.

“Chill, what’s with your reaction? Jealous?” He giggles.

“I am not, what if someone saw you?! They will think that you’re cheating or this whole thing was a fake!”

“I’m with Scarlet’s sister, stop shouting. You’re cute when you’re jealous.” He mocks.

“I said I am not!”

“Whatever, Mrs. Abueva.” He then winks at her.

She rolls her eyes, then went to sleep.

Sun rises at Sunday, it’s their dayoff. They will have a family gathering at the Abueva’s.

They do their routine, George prepares food, while Madison is making herself ready. They eat together with Mr. Lee.

“You guys really look good together.” Her father while staring at them.

Madison’s heart beats faster and her cheeks turned red. Hay, this whole thing is tiring.

After an hour, they are ready to leave. They arrived just in time for dinner. They share meals and talk about stuff. Mr. Lee opens the topic about passing their business in Madison’s care. That he is going to give it after a month living with them.

Her face lightens up, she’s happy for she’ll be able to have the properties and be able to pay George— at the same time, sadness suddenly hit her heart.

Madison hears her father and Mr. Abueva talking at the garden.

“These kids are really good at acting.” Together with Mr. Abueva, they laughed.

She can’t help but to eavesdrop. She grabs George for them to listen.

“The plan is working, these kids are still indenial. They think we’ll fall for their traps.”

“I thought it will be hard for them to be together, turns out it’s their own will. Thanks for the idea, Compadre!”

Madison can’t help it anymore, she gets out from where she’s hiding.

“What is this all about?!” Madison asks furiously.

“What’s with the fuss, Darling? We’re just catching up.”

“I heard everything, what plans and traps are you talking about?!”

“Alright, I’ll tell you. We know that you’re faking this whole thing up.” Her father says calmly.

“What?” she asks nervously.

“We know you did it for eachother’s benefit. To be able to fulfill my conditions and to help George to pay his debt. We set this whole thing up, I and his dad were business partners eversince you were kids. You used to play together, sleep in eachother’s house. Until your mom left us. We moved far from them.” Mr. Lee explains.

They are shocked.

“You two went to the same highschool but Madison became a shy, quiet and anti-social teenager back then. George used to tell me how he rescues you from the bullies, and you do the same to your dad. We were glad to know that you still have the connection but it seemed like you can’t remember your childhood years because 10 years had passed.” Mr. Abueva continues.

“Remember the day you went home crying and George walked you home? That’s when I and his father made a decision that 10yrs from then, and if we’re still business partners. It’s either you fall for each other or we’ll do a fix marriage.” Mr. Lee says, reminiscing the past.

“I can’t understand. We come up to this without us telling you. This was our decision.” Madison asks in confusion.

Mr. Abueva laughs, “It’s not true that I don’t want to support George for his chosen career, I just need him to be helpless and seek for your help.”

“Since I know, you’re single at the age of 25, it happens that I have to make a decision for you to be together. That’s why we talked to Scarlet and told her to convince you to help eachother.” Mr. Lee says.

“So Scarlet knows about this?” Madison and George in chorus.

“Yes, she has nothing to do with this. We forced her, and she knows your story too. When you graduated highschool, you went to America for college and told me you are done with the bullies and you will forget everything that happened here— including George. America did poisoned your mind, and you became the woman you are today.” Explains Mr. Lee.

“George is still in-denial, he has feelings for you eversince. He don’t want to admit but you were his first heart break. He pursue on becoming a businessman too but he focused on dancing to forget you—

George cut his fathers sentence.

“The day I saw you in the reunion, my heart pounded. I waited for that moment, I waited for you. 10 years had passed and I thought I forgot about you and it’s not easy.”

Madison is crying, don’t know what to feel. She knows she grew feelings for him when they were faking it, and now she knows that it’s not about today but about the past.

“You were my knight in shining armour, I was busy forgetting the past and building up a whole new life. The truth is, we can’t change everything, especially the love we had for eachother.” Madison says with a shaking voice.

They are just in denial for the past years, and now is the time that they make it clear. They exhange hugs, for they miss eachother.

Their fathers leave for them to talk.

“Will you be Mrs. Abueva for real?” George asks.

Madison nods.

“Lend me 10million first.” He jokes, he hugs her tight, expressing his love.

Afterall, they are eachother’s first true love.

#CreativeWriting

[dev-hub4fixfict-ut]

Know & Determinate: II- the surface and a lame witch; chap 1

/racism, /hate crime, /physical assault, /alcohol, /c slur, /unsanitary, /witchcraft, /panic attack, bad writing. like, really bad. i wrote this when i was in a bs brainspace in highschool to cope.

a self-insert fanfiction where i write what happens after my runs of undertale. written in google docs and idk what im doing. Frisk is 12, use they/them, has a bullshit life, Chara also uses they/them, and is still here, and never meant for all this to happen, they hate each other, and Sans is still, and forever will be, a mess.

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here we go with that stuff !! im pumped enough to not collapse of stage anxiety ah ah.

please do not confuse my complicated style for pretentiousness. im but a wordy insecure fool. with a super touchy soft spot for a small fat skeleton. and lots of imagination.

this isn’t something for fontcest and frans shippers and gross ppl who villainize and misgender kids and call gay couples “hawt sin” tho. u guys are uglies and i hate you, go away. ;U

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“Sans” i deadpanned.

He perked up a little, his forever-fucking-smiling expression mirroring my tone -with his eyes. Eyes’ sockets. Those were the only hints of what he was actually thinking. Because his fake smile -fake, i’m so sure of it, so fake smile, it only ever dropped when Frisk’s puppeted body struck him down, the very only moment he stopped- wow getting sidetracked. Anyway.

“Sans.” i repeated. i need to repeat myself a lot. Verbal dyspraxia i think. He didn’t seem to know that and squinted a bit more, indication of his annoyance/suspicion/mistrust/wariness. ‘s what his squinting usually means, directed at me. Can’t blame him. “i…” Truth is, i don’t actually know what to tell him. ‘s just. i love him, and i know it sounds crass and misplaced blurted out like this, but as a consequence, i’m worried about him. A lot. Constantly. i hope bpd isn’t blurring my judgement too much. ‘m not sure he does take care of himself as well as he deserve. And look who’s talking, right ? But he is surrounded by loving friends and family. And has his brother. He could get help. Good help.

Damn my hesitance was making him unnerved. I could see it in how he turned to me, bone hands switching in and out of his pockets. I only hugged myself tighter, hands vaguely gesturing.

“i… Could i offer you to crash on my couch sometimes ? Or bed even, i don’t use mine a lot, actually. Since it’s, y’know, closer to a good part of your odd jobs than your house and Papyrus isn’t home then ?” Dang that was weirder out loud. i kept a blank face to show i was serious. i was- the guy looked even more tired than me. Tells something.

“uh. kid, you got something going in the back of your mind ?” Damn he took me too seriously. Squinting hard at me now, he was the perfect studied statue of calm judgement. Damn he was good at those.

“Well, safe from letting you get a good deserved rest more easily, not much !!” i made sure to answer jovially, doing the whole ‘punching the air round and low in excitement’ thing. We could be two playing the happy clown game.

i had found him at Grillby’s, like usual. his food was getting cold. like usual too. what was less usual was the tense manner he held himself when i came in, and how he “straightened” up, like he had forgotten himself, when i greeted him, pat on the shoulder. he would have flinched but he wouldn’t have wanted me onto him about it. so his eye socket had violently twitched -violently as in, noticeably, by his standards, and...uh lost myself again, fuck.

What i mean is that he was having a harsh day, probably after a harsher even night, his ptsd acting up (‘m not supposed to know ‘bout that. He himself doesn’t even know it. i just read. and relate), and i wanted to help him. now, maybe i had been presumptuous thinking i could…

So that’s why i insisted, vigorously,

“And uh-we can watch some trash movies and stuff, anytime, and like you can just stop by during your in-between shifts, even if i’m not home, i’ll give you a spare key and-” sudden stop. oh no. He gave me The Hand.

He indeed did, holding it up, like he wanted me to slow down. i did, obviously, but uh. did that mean i was overwhelming him, or annoying ? Was there a difference ?? Did it matter ???

Not now, because he was talking, and internal anxiety mini attack made me split focus, and i wanted full focus on what he said, on him.

“look kid,” i hate he calls me that “i appreciate whatchu tryin to do here” meh.liar. spill it. “but i can’t accept. paps would be upset if he knew i was squatting-”

“No he wouldn’t !! He would call it ‘GREAT FRIENDLY HANGOUTS OF REST’ and be very happy we uuh spend time together and stuff-”

“ok” glaring at me now, probably pissed i used his bro’s good nature to shot down his excuse. Heh. Two play at that game. “but here’s the thing.” he advanced himself up to me, nearly out of his seat. i held my ground. uh oh. “we a r e n’t f r i e n d s.”

Ouch. i mean i knew this but. Ouch. His eyes hadn’t blacked out on that last part, but nearly, too. Could be that his already hazy eyelights had just dimmed in exasperation but um. That didn’t feel any better. i gulped. Just a little. Just to keep down the new forming clog in my throat. Just a little one. i knew this.

“i know this !! but look, we could be, if we hanged out !” i didn’t dare say more. My eyes stung a lil bit too much for my liking and while never embarrassed by my tears, didn’t want to embarrass him.

‘s not like i was seriously hurt. i knew where we stood, and that my crush was going to stay that, a crush. what really stung was the utter lack of trust and the hatred-like suspicion he had of me. that and also feeling like i’m watching someone drown, but can’t help, because when i reach out they swat me away in fear i would be the one pushing them further. That’s probably more of my saviour complex dramatizing everything, but it’s bad to be helpless when you know someone, and you’re the only one to notice where they’re headed, because they’re great at pretending, but it’s like looking at yourself in a mirror for you. Get me ?

But. That’s fair. We hadn’t started well off. At all. Oh boy we hadn’t…

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Seems like now would be a good time to make a small recap, uh ? ‘bout how i ended up knowing that dude, falling in love, analysing his mental shit and all that jazz. Yeah.

me, some lame girl who won’t eat for days and forgo sleep just because, who doesn’t shave but my actual hair, doesn’t do makeup, who doesn’t smile when I’m told to and who grins for no apparent reason whenever a new daydream pops up, because i’m kind of stuck in my own head because it’s better in here. because of… trauma crap. i get by by drawing and playing games where i can just save everyone.

i don’t know if you get what i mean. i sorta hope you don’t. Because it hurts. But at the same time it’d be awesome if you did, because y a y let’s relate about crap !

Don’t know if it matters, too.

Could help to get a few friends. But being  an asocial, asexual, kinda aromantic mess kinda throws that out of the window. You’d think so many A would get me higher in life eh heh heh heh heeeeeh… not funny. i’m not funny. My life is not funny. The way i react to it can be, though.

Like, that one time i was hanging out on my own, outside the bar i had first entered with classmates, as i tried to be less of a hermit, in a bar street and fled because i can't stand alcoholic jerks, and then saw this crowd of tough guys ejecting a small and stout person in a blue hoodie from said bar by fucking throwing a chair at them through the fucking window, and seeing that this little dude is a monster, and knowing they’re gonna get busted down to a puddle of dust by the mastodont looming over them if nobody intervenes ?

i reacted funny.

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“Yoo-ou ffffffuking cunt, I-I’m gon’ mash you to the dirt yo motha shitted after getting fucked by yooour d-d-dog of a oold man-”

As he spits the words, an obviously very drunk dude stumbles closer and closer to the monster, his hands shaking like he wants to grip their head and smash it.

Freak it. This son of a bitch may be slurring like he drank the whole city, but he’s for sure all out to kill him ! Get up and run, little dude !

“c’mon man, “fucking cunt” , fun king or earl, it’s still a bit early to speak ‘bout mothers isn’t it?”

[i recognize him]

Pfft- what ? i snort loudly from my spot.

Okay, this is a gloriously  bad, stretched pun -but now is not the time for goodness’ sake ! Run, dude, run -wait, is that a skeleton ?!

[i recognize him]

Oh my fuck, how dumb is that dude, going out in a popular bar at what-the-heck-hours in this stupid city ! There were shootings and assassination attempts on the monster gym leader not even two blocks away yesterday ! And you just go in there with a face that screams “LOOK AT ME” ?! Are you stupid or do you just lack of basic preservation instincts ?!

The brute keeps advancing, spouting shit, a sort of gang backing him up, toward mc comicbonedude, a guy i assume, given the voice, but with monsters you never know, gender’s a myth but not them- who’s still on the ground, backtracking, crawling with a grin it didn’t drop the whole time, is it stuck or something and doesn’t look like getting up holy crap he can’t get up, the more hatred a monster is confronted with the hardest it hits he must be low on hp or something he’s gonna get killed

[i recognize him]

mc comicbonedude cracks another joke or is it his ribs cracking under the viscious kick he just got he’s thrown nearer the spot i’m chilling in. Another kick. Nearer. They can't see me, i’m well hidden in the shadows. Another kick.

This time, mc comicbonedude gags out a pun about sole-ution to the problem being-

FUCK OFF!! a gun is being drawn out.

Screw this i’m not witnessing a murder, fucking racists fucking xenophobics fucking city full of fucking shitheads there are other people around here why isn’t anyone but i don’t want to die either that's how it is, eli, always strive for yourself.

i get up fast and sprint to the monster, screaming about cops and a monster attack and insults, anything to spark a bit of panic, deck a scrawny fucker the one who.was.going.to.shoot.him. and aim for the skeleton, who yells.

[i recognize him]

i grab him by the hood and run in some narrower streets, hearing yells after me, and the anxiety is building up a little too much for my usual adrenaline numbing spell to work-

i trip on some trash and my own feet -same difference, fall over, roll, get up that’s how you do it eli, hit and roll, but back on your feet. And keep running, holding the monster close to my chest he’s warm that means he’s still alive and ok, right, left, dodge the you whore you bitch get back here you bitch and the bullets yup i’m good at thiiiiiiis- a bullet still grazes my ankle, I stumble, nearly faceplant, and it hurts but like a sting and I’m still alive. The adrenaline keeps pumping and i feel so light, i sprint into a shabby alley, panting like a dog, i think i’m crying, and drool is mixing with it. i can feel the headache coming, and mc comicbonedude is heavy enough to slip in my arms why won’t he move ? Is he dead ? Is he in shock ?

[i recognize him]

i run to a staircase, you know, the rusty and slippery metal kind outside buildings for fire escape ? Exactly what i need, as the assholes keep firing at me, huh. I climb, to the top, jump to the next building am i really doing this as me for real and run. i don’t know if they’re still after us, my ears won’t stop ringing, and i can’t tell it apart from sirens. I’m on a four stories building running to save a skeleton who

who starts emitting blue and yellow light and what the hell is happening why am i floating holy fuck i’m two inches away to be totally out of not-looking-near-enough-at-all- concrete to fall on.

[i recognize him]

[*focus insufficient]

[*procedure fails]

He’s silent. Sprawled two meters away from where I’m hanging

h-how did i

Looking exhausted and furious, like a cornered dog who has already taken on a tiger in the past, and from his left pupil there’s a cyan blue and yellow flame ? crackling, or bubbling ? or is it just flashing. can’t tell eyes too blurry. and dark blue is surrounding me at my sternum is that monster magic it’s beautiful, did i get headshot i can’t thing straight no. i can’t breath. It’s holding me in place. i can’t breath properly. i try to call out for him, he’s just overreacting in an understandable alarm but

please don’t crunchy crush the goofy girl on the cracking hard ground but when I try, I look at his eyes. One is glowing a fiery but disturbed cyan and yellow, with shards of red here and there, and the other is blank dead. Black. i’m terrified. He pants and that’s the only sound for a while. He’s alive. Good. Am i going to still be alive after this ?

“DON’T DROP ME DON’T WANNA DIE DON’T KILL ME OKAY IT'S THE LAST TIME I’M HELPING OUT ANYONE I PROMISE I’M SORRY PLEASE DON’T KILL ME. DUDE PLEASE.”

“wha- ghh- !” He flinches like waking up. He lets go- lets go of meeee-

“AAAAAAAAAH NO !” He gasps and grasps again. i only slipped a meter into nothingness “Oh please please please i really don’t wanna die, and not falling, it looks like suicide i don’t do that i managed not to so don’t spoil it all ok i-”

“what- kid no stop r-”

“SO SORRY DON’T KILL ME DON’T-”

“ kiiiid please” he’s clutching at his skull now.

“PLEASE D-”

“shut. up”

Ok. Not talking.

Whimpering and sobbing a bit, but he better take this because i’m having an anxiety attack and it will escalate into a hyperventilation fit if he doesn't lower me on the ground and I can't calm down.

“Please don’t kill me.” blurts out anyway of my gritted teeth.

A white light bulb alights in his empty eyes socket, and the glow in the other dims. Could he not see me before ? Hey, is that a crack across his skull ? Augh that looks like it s t i n g s.

“ H-hey, there. You- ah, fffuck this hurts. You okay ?” i try.

Nothing. He stares at me, as if watching out for something. I can feel the power around me wavering. He needs to come to his senses before I go kiss the dirt.

“P-please don’t leave me hanging.” He snorts, but keeps scrutinizing me, shaking. ‘s like he’s half understanding the pun, half not there. Silent.

“Woah, that was bad, even for me; guess i’m just that high.” i attempt a feeble finger gun.

He holds back a laugh “pffft- what the hell, kid- oh fuck.” He starts, realizing what i’m hinting at. He drags me back to the ground. i still can't move, but breathing is easier. i whimper again -heck i’m surprised i didn't piss myself- and draw out a looong sigh.

Now we stare at each other awkwardly is not strong enough to cut it. And i observe, that i m may be sweaty, tired and teary, but he looks bad.

His skull is definitely cracked across his left eye, he won’t stop shaking, sweats profusely and seems to have troubles breathing so monsters skeletons breathe and pant. Ok. Do they cry too ? Cuz that weird red stuff oozing from his damaged eye doesn’t look like tears but that can’t be blood… right ?

He looks horrible, if only physically. But the way his eyes sway, with this grin I can’t find the reason for, it worries me more. Is he ... having an episode, or something ? i mean he could be and be totally inoffensive, but ? Was he the one attacking first back at the bar ? is he really having an episode of some sort ? i’m not too nice when i’m having an episode either.

Should i cry for help ? i can't budge from his grasp.

And i know i shouldn’t but i’m feeling an attack coming up- the restraint is triggering my ptsd ridden ass…..

Let me go y-you there c’mon i can’t take this not my shit nuh uh lemme go lemme go lemme go

“ lemme go…” woah not pathetic at all. “Let me go.” no reaction, try again “LET M-” i can’t move my mouth.

The pressure fucktupled, and it’s like my lungs and my muscles are being crushed.

“ok buddy, pal, chum, whoever you are, what the fuck ?”

i can’t answer you, you dumbfuck you just muted me

“i mean, nice save and all. thanks i guess. but who the heck and what on earth are you up to ?” both of his eyes went black oh my god what did i do to your highness Hecate like seriously now how did i end in such a mess.

“H-how about we both calm down first, and talk next ?” i seem to break through the mute. ok good, deep breaths, count backward from ninety to zero, relax, we’re both freaking out, he’s as spooked as you-which is funny cuz he’s the skeleton- focus on breathing.

Still no answer. “Look, i, i get it, bad freak out, i interrupted you back there, i get you’re fucked up-” nothing but his eyes narrowing “ but i’m cool. Swear i am. i’m cold and m’name is uidelsib. you can call me sib ! Cool enough ?”

i extend my hand, ready to give him a strong good ole handshake, but he doesn’t take up on it.

Instead he stays frozen, “Not cool, dude,” hand still extended, but lowered, as if he could grab me again “ r e a l l y not cool,” i insist, and his bones are, he’s. shaking ? Yeah. Shivering violently, like he’s super cold too, which is pretty normal given he’s what. Up with me on a high building, one, two hundred meters in the sky, exposed to the icy wind ? Figures.

His bones are making this clattering clickety sound, stresses me out damn. He’s studying me. But it’s also like he can’t focus. Shivering too much. Shock, probably. His eye socket’s still oozing that red shit. Not thick enough to be blood, and too scarletish, but what do i know ‘bout monsters.

[oh, what do i don’t]

He takes a step toward me.

“ not fucking cool, not in the least-” i let out, jaw still clenched.

His bones rattles one last time, on the cement ground. His knees buckled under him the next moment he moved. His arms couldn’t support him.

i approach him, concerned. Once the pursuit’s adrenaline and the near death experience done with, my mind is settling, and i can think more clearly. He, on the other hand…

He stirs as i come closer. Tries to growl something i can’t decipher, but it comes out as a whimper, pained. My heart constricts in my ribs. Fuck, i hadn’t meant shit to go down like that. i seem to have a talent to fuck up, but i only wanted to help.

i tell him that. He grunts, doesn’t acknowledges me further, and quivers as he tries to stand up. He can’t though. I see it from where i am, he shakes enough to make a dr.pepper bursts.

i snort at the image, a skeleton shaking a bottle fixed on his spine, then flies away with the pressure- w o w i’m gone far. Need a bed. Asap. Concentrate on the situation at hand.

He, though, doesn’t react well to my laughter. He immediately stiffens, and

goes slack. Unmoving on the ground. He fainted ? i go on a hunch and inch closer, on the tip of my toes, hunched over myself, because i can’t tell if he’s dead or if i’m going to be.

[i recogni-- --- [REDACTED]]

i shake my head furiously. i can’t let those thoughts take my attention away from what’s taking place here and now.

i’m close enough now. something like a meter away, i can see him still shivering, and hear him rasp some breaths out. So he can breathe-

[i knew tha- [REDACTED]]

Not Now. i need to focus, i got a seemingly dying monster mere steps away from me.

i crouch down, slowly. My leg muscles burn enough i’m trembling too and i’m pretty sure my teeth are chattering, the noise mingling with his bones against the asphalt.

He’s still face down, arms limp on his sides, and i spy his eyelights peeking at me, way less sharp than when he had me pinned in the air just. one minute ago ?

i creep closer, he tenses, i stop.

“You’re ok.” i whisper. “We’re ok and we’re leaving.” i try to keep my voice from wavering but meh. ‘s not like there’s much face to save, for both of us.

i reach my hand toward him. He doesn’t move. i put it on his back, barely pressing, he tenses. And then disappears with a ping.

[ (*did you think i was going to stay here and t--- -- -) [REDACTED]]

NOT NOW I SAID. GE E. WHERE DID HE Go ?

He’s back right where he was. He basically just blinked in and out of existence. And he’s looking even more exhausted, if that’s possible, sweating bullets and heaving noisily, before he quiets himself. He’s also glaring at me, but meekly, and i’m not too scared anymore to be honest. He looks more frustrated than anything, although i can guess he’s actually scared to death. HAH.

“Hey you’re ok, i said, i just. Need to get us somewhere safe. Yeah. Not here.” i croak out. i’m starting to feel the freezing wind more, too. i can’t afford to stall and give him time to think. i can still hear the sirens. They’re looking for someone. And i don’t want the police on my back, even if i didn’t do anything reprehensible in the end.

So i slide my hands under him, still making sure i don’t touch any possible sensitive areas, and decide to go for the armpits, and hey i might get a tickle out of him ! ...ahah no. As i try to heave him up on his… surprisingly tiny feet ? did he lose his shoes or. Whatever. He just stays as silent as he is limp. And boy is he limp as a rock. Not quite as heavy though, good.

“You’re lighter than you look-” might as well try to make some conversation “and uh, can you walk ?” Or at least i can try to fill the heavy silence. Let’s just forget the “tried to kill you” thing. We’re both in deep crap anyway, and i can understand having baggage.

He really won’t walk though. He barely makes a sound too. If i hadn’t heard him sooner i’d think he can’t talk or something. i barely get a grunt out of him as i put him on my hip, which isn’t hard given he’s like. Half my size. Fun sized boney menace.

And i begin to trudge down the stairs- not the ones i came from, i don’t want to get caught if the cops are back there and it’s too far anyways. i want a bed. Now. A lone pillow would do.

He doesn’t seem much different, dangling on my side barely sparing me a glare as i look down at him, checking if he’s not dusting yet. He stopped “bleeding” at least. He still got that nasty huge scar.

i can feel him staring when i’m not looking. He’s still wary. Probably only lets me pull this only because he can’t not. Heh, at least he doesn’t seem to mind that i’m carrying him like you’d do a toddler. i just, need my other arm to grip and grab at the staircase bars when i slip.

Nah he looks more disgusted to be touching me than anything. Everytimes we get into more contact, because i’m bumping a wall or stumbling on my own feet again, i can distinctly feel him shudder, and try to get away. It’s just a little distracting, and unbalancing, and a lil tidbit hurtful. But i can’t blame him. i’d be throwing a fucking fuss and dishing fists if our places switched.

At least it’s relatively calm. We didn’t meet anyone, maybe a few rats rummaging garbage, and some monsters hurrying home, Whimsuns i think ? No one that paid us any mind at least.

So we’re still walking slowly when rain hits us hard, and nearly sends me on my ass. Doesn’t help the shivering, but now it’ll clean the streets out for sure. It’s something past midnight, i don’t wanna find anyone out at this hour.

But i’d kinda appreciate finding my way to somewhere because

“Aaaaaaaaaaa a h ahhh i got no idea the fuck i’m g-going…” Ah fuck. i said that out loud. And now my passenger's giving me his best ‘are u fuckin kiddin me’ stare. He’s. Very unamused.

“L-look, this isn’t, this isn’t my part of the city, okay?? i’m- i’m tryin’ to g-get us to the monster neighbourhoods, but i don’t know the fuck where it is, alright ?!” My tone escalates with my pitch, and i nearly slip again as he flinches away from me. Damn it, not helping eli, still in an episode or something. Don’t yell.

“Y-y-yeeah okay, look. ‘m sorry i cried but i’m in shock and still lost, kay? S-so maybe help or som’thin’ ?” Indications would help yeah. And now he’s listening, he’s also less shaky and putting his weight on me in a way that hinders our progression less. Good.

He nods. Good.

“Good. Gooood good good good.” i’m on autopilot now, following the skeleton’s grunted directions. i take a few wrong turns every now and then, but what can you do with nonverbal advice, and we end up in a part of the city i recognize, because i’ve seen it on tv and wanted to come look around anyway.

The gym stadium. A big building, at least big for a monster building, given the prices get surprisingly higher when they’re buying, stylized like a Japanese dojo, with anime advertisement posters (whether for the dojo or the animes i got no ideas) on the walls and- oh my gosh are those- fish, dolphin, shark and starfish stickers on the windows.

“Perfect !” i half yell, significantly lighting up. Mc comicbonedude looks at me like i’ve grown a second head, and i give him a big manic smile, obviously stressed out. My right eye might be twitching a little too. Does that when i’m under pressure. He decides to go back to slumping against me and questioning his life choices, and i take that as an ‘okay GO’ to proceed with my genius only just made up plan.

i march up quickly, -i want this DONE WITH. NEXT TIME i GO ON AN IMPROMPTU RESCUE MISSION I’M TAKING MY LEAD UMBRELLA AND A CHANGE OF CLOTHING- to the tall doors, who thanks fucking gods are under a porch, that saves us from being drenched anymore, and pound it with all i got.

“OI BLUE WATER GAL ! OPEN UP!!! I KNOW YOU’RE STILL WORKING, YOU ALWAYS BRAG ABOUT NOT SLEEPING AND PROVIDING A 19/24H SERVICE ON TV!!! OPEN UUUPP!! B I T C H! OPEN!!UP!!”

Skeleton is googly eyeing me like the second head i’ve definitely grown started reciting the ten commandments to belzebuth themselves,

[and he’s not too far off]

but i don’t care my dude i am d o n e. If i get welcomed with a fist to the face i don’t give a diggly doogly dang fuck so long i can get inside and lay down. Even on the cold ass tile floor. i’m don-

“OI PUNK, WHAT’S UP WITH THAT RUCKUS ?? YOU TRYING TO PICK A DUEL WITH ME ? CUT IT OUT UNLESS YOU WANT A POUNDING COMPETITION FUFUFUFUFUFUH~ I’M OFFERING THOUGH !”

Ah, right, i’m still hitting that door. Ouch, that’s gonna swell. Oh welp.

But the voice came from...up?

i step backward some, under the rain, ugh, and look up to see, yup, a noodly armed blue fish person with bright scarlet red hair pulled up in a bun, all sweaty, a poor guy in a chokehold, peeking out of the second floor window, taking in the pouring rain with gusto. A gigantic lightning bolt, quickly followed by loud ass thunder, comes to compliment her boisterous apparition, and she grins- smirks? wide locking her single eye on me, the lighting making her golden teeth flash.

She comes down to greet my miserable form fast, not taking the stairs, but jumping out of the window (much more graciously than mc comicbonedude previously), having let go of her victim- sparring partner previously, good gods, and lands at my feet like nobody’s business, to then bolt up, eager to see the intruder to her night sessions.

And Undyne, former Captain of the Royal Guard of Monsterkind Underground, all steel like blue scales, glinting golden slitted eye and sharp mouth, now renowned Master of Fights in her stadium, among monsters and humans even more, already black belt of more martial arts than i know of, and fresh survivor of one of the biggest terrorist hits on monsters yet, is staring me down, from her easy two meters height, like i’m her next meal.

i gulp. i’m so fucked.

i’m so fucked and not just for the fact that i am royally gay and all, but also cuz…

[i recognize her]

[she was so hard to f---- [REDACTED]]

[couldn’t figure out that all we had to do was to run and then ---- -- ------- [REDACTED]]

“Uh ?” Her gaze has finally caught on my now bundled up passenger, who’s shivering in cold rather than fear, on my hip, who only lazily grins a

“sup”

“YO SANS, WHAT ARE YOU DOING WITH THIS WIMPY HUMAN AT THIS TIME OF THE NIGHT ?? AND Y’ALL ARE SOAKED !! GET INSIDE, NERDS !!!”

[i know him]

i follow hollowly the orders and get inside, feel a weight leave my side-kinda miss that already, to then feel a big fluffy towel drape over me. Then i sit down. In the hall on the ground, probably. Wooden floor is in my direct line vision. Uh. Thing is well taken care of, all waxed and clear, who would have guessed.

[i know them both. very well actually]

[Chara would be nervously giggling if they were here]

[wonder what they’re up to]

[and Frisk too, obviously]

[what about Flowey though. no idea what the lil shit is up to in pacifist endings]

i’m so f UCK E D.

---

Aaaand that’s how i ended up rocking back and forth in Undyne’s dojo’s main hall for half of the night, muttering about video games and fucking witchcraft gone wrong again and shit fuck damnit, i guess it was denial all along those last two, six months ? And oOH WELP, guess i did cradle like a toddler my fictional crush for the last, what, half hour ? Whoopsies.

Hhhhhhhh

fuck that ink witch status, that was not planned.

___

When i finish my flashback, and it’s been something like six months again since, got to “meet” his super cool great bro, not on his account though, Undyne just had to introduce Papsy to the dweeb that “saved his big brother” and also Asgore, Toriel, for a quick ‘thanks you’, even a small interview with Mettaton, that made a hit on the Undernet, and mingled a bit with monsters- i’m friend with Chesty Brun now (Burgerpants), and Alphys, because we’re following the same mangas-

he’s already gone, burger nearly untouched, ketchup covered fries half eaten and drink finished, and i’m tempted to ask Grillby, who is hovering close behind his bar, fretting a little, in front of my frozen form, if “you’re gon throw that out ? sure i can’t finish ?”  Because it’d be a real shame to let all that delicious grub go to waste. But that’d be creepy as fuck, even moreso taking my feelings for the small dude, and his against me, so i don’t, and he’ll probably feed it to his pet lava rock anyway, so i stop hugging myself and rocking back and forth and go back to my seat, waving him off with a sorry smile, and go back to sullenly sipping my vanilla milkshake.

Can’t blame Sans.

He’s cautious. Understandable.

i know what he’s had to put up with.

[and so do all of you]

[dirty brother killers ?]

[i hope not]

[i really wonder how’s Chara doing…]

AAAAAAAaaaaaaah how do i turn this shit off ?? Let me pretend i’m normal in a normal situation stupid brain thing !!

...ah. screw it. this magic milkshake is fabulous. That’s totally what i’m crying about.

“Don’t worry Grillby.”

_______________

ye don’t worry my dudes. can i call y’all that ? ‘s gender neutral. ‘m a demi girl, and you can call me “my dude”, my dudes. wow what a bull of crap i pulled here, sorry trans girls and enbies

this isn’t beta read cuz i’m on my own and english isn’t my native language, i’m french, so plz forgive mistakes.

i had some drafts lying around my google docs for a year now, mostly about bugging and kissing snas, put them together and thought i’d do an actual Thing with it all. this isn’t good, i know it.

lest to say i have no idea what i’m doing !

and don’t know when this’ll update, it it does. i had the motivation to finish this cuz there was no clients at the restaurant i worked at back in july. blah blah blebs blah. 

[kookienomster3]

I Want The Headline (Pt. 33)

Written By: suga-of-daegu BTS Fanfiction Angst WARNING: MATURE CONTENT Mafia/Gang

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“Jeon?”

Jungkook took a deep breath in his sleep, mouth shutting. His eyes were still firmly shut as his body slept, no indication that he was cold from the icy breeze crawling along the rooftop. Even pressed between the heater unit and his body, you were feeling the chill. You turned towards him, debating on whether or not to move closer to him.

He would dislike it, right?

You frowned to yourself, gaze lowering to his arms crossed over his chest and legs lying straight down. He wasn’t exactly inviting. At least with Yoongi, he’d sleep on his side, slightly curled; the perfect position for you to squeeze into when you had a nightmare. And whenever you had done so he’d only yawn, resting his head against yours. Jungkook was flat on his back, straight as a board. Tentatively, you slipped your hand into one of his, pulling it away from his chest to try to make room.

His fingers suddenly curled around yours, halting your movement. Eye snapping back up to his face, you saw that Jungkook was quietly staring at you, the sleep seemingly evaporating as he focused on your face. He looked angry, you observed. This was indeed a bad idea. “What are you doing?” He asked hoarsely, gaze dropping to your cold hands. You quickly pulled your hand away, nervously looking at it,

“I-I was..I was trying to lay beside you.” You mumbled. He narrowed his eyes in confusion,

“You already are.” He observed. Shaking your head, you rolled onto your back, pulling the blankets up higher. Jungkook lightly tapped your thigh under the blankets, “What were you really trying to do?” He sighed heavily at your silence, “What’s wrong now?”

“I’m sorry.”

“Sorry for what?”

“Waking you.” You murmured, “You looked angry when you woke up after I touched you so I’m sorry..I won’t do it again.” He shook his head, crossing his arms once more,

“It’s not you..You…You just can’t wake up thinking that whoever’s waking you only wants to hold your hand.” He explained, “I wasn’t angry that you were waking me up.” Jungkook shifted closer, rolling onto his side and kissing the tip of your shoulder, “Now what did you really want, Jagi?” He rolled his eyes when you shook your head, still refusing to tell him. “I’m awake now.” he complained softly, “At least say something.”

“Can you tell me about your family?” You suddenly whispered, shifting your attention to him. He seemed to know more about your family than you did. It would be nice to know a little more about his. Hovering over you, Jungkook’s face was a couple inches from yours, his teasing expression wiping to a blank stare the moment your question left your lips. He drew back a bit, shrugging.

“My mom died in a fire Jimin started.” He huffed, “I was 11…what more is there to talk about?”

“What was she like?” You tried, “How did your dad die?”

He sent you an odd look, shaking his head, “My dad’s not dead.” Your eyes widened,

“He’s not? Oh, I’m sorry, Jeon. I-I thought..I don’t know what I thought, you just never mentioned him…I thought he died.” Your face flushed in embarrassment and he only ran the pad of his thumb along your cheek, feeling the warm growing there. You brushed his hand aside, embarrassed that you had assumed something so outrageous. “Where is your dad? Do you talk to him? What does he do? Is he in the Mafia too?” He smiled at you, slowly shaking his head,

“No..” He chuckled, covering his mouth with his hand, “No, he’s not in the Mafia, Y/N. He’s..” Jungkook’s laughter quieted, “He’s the mayor.”

“The mayor!?” You exclaimed. Jungkook’s dad was the mayor? The mayor was a graying man and Jungkook was so young, how was that possible? How old was his mother? “Wh- Why are you in the Mafia, then? I don’t..did you two fight after your mother died or something?”

His expression sombered, “No..He was having an affair with my mom when she got pregnant with me..He gave her the side girl special. Apartment on the opposite side of town, paid rent, all that.” He scratched his head, “He didn’t want anyone to know that he was having an affair; none the less a woman 10 years younger than him.” Jungkook waved off your horrified expression, “It’s not that bad, I think…Tae’s dad was fifte-no, twenty. He was twenty years older than his mom.” His face saddened,

“She was 16. Tae said one day in grade school he came home and his dad was there; after being gone since he was born..and his mom was gone. He said he learned everything he knows from his dad, but I never know if he’s proud or ashamed of that…they never got along. A few years back he found his mom. She’s got a husband and kids; she’s a nurse….I don’t know what happened between her and Tae other than she has a restraining order on him now.”

You wrapped your arms around Jungkook, burying your face into his chest, “I’m sorry.” He laughed lightly, rubbing your shoulder.

“It’s not your fault.”

“Why..why didn’t your dad take you in when your mom died? Have you spoken to him since? Wait, does he even know about you?” That would explain why Jungkook was in the Mafia in the first place. Surely the mayor of the city. despite his apparent stain of an affair, would take in his own son? His entire campaign was family focused. There was no way he knew about Jungkook and did nothing.

“He knows.” He stated, “I see him at speeches sometimes when Namjoon hyung wants to sit in on them. He looks at me..that’s about it.” Rubbing his nose, Jungkook shifted his legs, flinching at your cold toes brushing along his shins, “He was there..after the fire department came..He said he couldn’t pick me up with so many people to witness so he told me to wait in an alley across the street..” His arms wrapped around you tightly,

“I waited for three days, then Namjoon forced me to go back to the warehouse. But even then, I went back to that alley the next to wait and he didn’t show, so I left a note telling him I’d wait there from noon to sunset everyday and if he couldn’t get there during that time, I’d be at the warehouse. He..he obviously never showed and I stopped waiting for him.” You felt his lips press against your temple, “I’ve got an older half brother though.” He murmured humorously,

“He’s a police officer. He’s got a wife and two boys; I’m an uncle, Y/N.” He chuckled,“..He arrested me once actually! His oldest son is close to my age…I saw him trying to buy drugs from someone, so I called the police..I stayed around to make sure he didn’t buy anything and ended up getting arrested. He arrested his own brother for looking out for his son! But he doesn’t know me, so I can’t blame him. My stepmom is a housewife, she likes throwing parties.”

“How do you know all this?”

“I used to keep tabs on them.” He admitted, “..They’re my family, I guess..not my real family; not like Namjoon and Tae and everyone else. Namjoon’s done more for me than my mayor dad ever has. And Tae’s more of a brother than Mr Police Captain.”

He kept track of them, you wondered sadly. You felt your eyes water. How could he casually talk about observing a family that he should have been a part of? He could’ve been an officer too. He could have finished highschool and went on to college and been perfectly happy if his father was half the man he should be. Jungkook might’ve been engaged by now with a steady job and a home and real friends. Why didn’t Jeon hate him? “When did you stop keeping track of them?”

“After I met you.”

He grinned at your surprised look, brushing away your tears. Jungkook kissed you quickly, arms drawing you in closer, “You’ve taken up a lot of my time.” He joked. He felt you shiver in his hold and he curled around you, “Do you want to meet them? There’s a speech tomorrow, I think. We can stand in the crowd..He always spots me.”

“No.”

“No?” He echoed in disbelief. “I want to though…I want him to see you…to see I’m happy.” You shook your head furiously,

“No.” You cried, angrily wiping at your eyes. Why was Jeon trying to show his father he was happy? Jungkook didn’t have to prove anything to that man. The mayor didn’t deserve to know anything of whether Jungkook was happy or not. He didn’t deserve a son like Jeon. “I don’t want to meet or see the man who abandoned you. I regret ever voting for him.” You frowned, holding him tighter, “I’m sorry, Jeon.”

He sighed pleasantly, dabbing at your eyes with the hem of the blanket. While your constant and consistent concern for him made him feel truly loved, he didn’t understand sometimes. He thought you wanted to know about his family? All that talk about his dad wasn’t sad at all compared to his mom, he figured. Jungkook didn’t know his dad.. Yeah, he knew of him, but that personal connection, like he had with his mom, wasn’t there. Talking about his dad was just talking; there was no feeling. There was no need for you to be so upset. There was especially no need for you to feel the need to apologize. “Why do you keep apologizing? What are you sorry for?”

“I’m sorry I can’t fix any of that..your mom, your dad, your nephew, this whole Mafia.” If anyone deserved a happy and carefree life, it was Jungkook. He deserved everything and it crushed your heart that you couldn’t give him any of that. You loved Jeon, but you couldn’t offer him one good thing. You were just you; and you were useless.

Pulling his head down to yours, you kissed him; surprising him with your sudden zeal. Jungkook sighed, quickly taking control. His hand cupped your jaw, holding you still as he tilted his head. You felt his leg press between your thighs as he rolled atop you, the weight of his body pressing into you. He angled your head towards his, switching the position of his mouth.

Your fingers dug into his broad shoulders, toes curling as he rhythmically pressed into you. His hand pulled your shirt up, and you flinched at the winter air seeping under the blanket and stinging your skin. Abruptly shocked from your daze to feel the throbbing of your leg, you pressed a hand against his hip, nudging him back. He propped his weight on his hands and knees, mumbling a curse to himself when he noticed you massaging your thigh. He had forgotten you were still injured and he had just put all his weight on you. What was he thinking?

Well, he knew what he was thinking, but why did he think now was a good time?

Rolling onto the mattress beside you, he placed his hands beside yours, soothingly working his fingers along the muscle. Your fingers intertwined with his as you softly apologized once more, “I’m sorry I can’t make your life better.” He looked at you in disbelief,

“You already have.”

[vernon-luv]

Mr. Headphones (Highschool AU)

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disclaimer: swear words, violence in future chapters

genre: fluff, some angst

pairing: vernon x reader x joshua 

word count: 1.4K 

(the gif has nothing to do with the scenario but i just love it   lol, he’s so cute)

“Y/N, come on, we have to go.” Joshua yelled while honking his horn in front of your house.

You looked out you window while still tying your hair up. Giving him a snarled, disgusted look for being so loud, he smiled back. His smile was truly beautiful, showing off his pearly white teeth.

He was pretty bright and happy, especially in the morning. The sun was barely up yet but the way it raised behind him and the street made him ever so brighter and gave him a warmer feel.

Joshua was always a kind friend, ever since your parents got along a few years ago. You and your mother were not in a good financial state a few years ago. You pretty much lost…almost everything you owned after your father left the two of you.

Being the kind person Joshua’s mother was, she helped you guys out a lot and  you could never thank her enough.

After a while, you and your mother finally got back on your feet and was able to take care of yourselves again. During this time, you got closer to Joshua and he’s now a great friend in your life.

“Do you know that the rest of the street is still asleep?” You yelled as you looked down at the boy.

“Of course I do. I just wanted to let everyone know about my arrival.” You rolled your eyes at him as he laughed a little, giving you a quick wink.

“But seriously, hurry up please? I don’t want to be late. I have things to do before class starts.” He reminded you.

“Okay, yes, I know Class President!” You said back, getting the hint that you were obviously making him wait a little too long.

You rushed to grab your backpack and ran down stairs.

Skipping breakfast, you headed out instead to get to school.

“You’re riding the red one today?” You asked, getting into the passenger seat and buckled up.

He drove right as you were seated. “Yeah.” He have a short answer as he looked back, making sure not to hit anything as he pulled out.

Joshua and his family were..pretty rich if you must say. He lived a luxurious life compared to you who lived a normal, average life.

You were never jealous of him or angered in any way. You always thought that rich people would be snobby and just plain rude but after meeting Joshua, your thoughts had change drastically.

He was definitely what you expected a rich boy would be like. In fact, he was the opposite; kind, gentle, caring, etc.

He never judged you instead, he cared for you like any kind friend would do. Since you spend so much time with him, you got use to is his luxury life and he enjoyed your more average life. The two of you found things you both like in each other.

“My dad is using the other one.” He added, still taking about his other car.

You nodded, understanding. The ride to school was casual, just talking about what’s happening in school and things like that.

“I’ll see you in class.” Joshua said after the two of you parked and got out of the car.

You furrowed your brows at him confused. “Don’t you want me to go with you?” You asked. You usually stuck with Joshua all day.

“I would like you to but you’d be late for class and I wouldn’t want that to happen. Also, I have to go visit the people at the office.” Joshua was close with almost all the teachers and people in the school, he was a good student.

You sighed. “Okay, I’ll see you in class.”

—

Aside from Joshua, you had a few other friends that you liked hanging out with but most of the time, in school you dealt with a lot of gossip and jealousy from other girls.

They hated the fact that you were friends with some of the popular boys in your grade but you could care less about those jealous girls.

The students waited in class for the teacher to come, some wear throwing a football around or taking to their friends or went on their phones.

Joshua came into the room smiling when he saw you. He went to the front of the class to put the attendance on the teachers desk.

“So, when is Joshua going to take you out on a date?” Hoshi came over to your desk.

You rolled your eyes at him, hating that question. You’d be asked similar question daily about if Joshua and you would ever date mainly because of your close relationship.

“When pigs fly.” Hoshi gave you a pout but you didn’t care as you strayed your attention over to your books, opening up to your latest notes.

“I don’t get why you guys aren’t dating already! You’re pretty much soulmates after his family saved you from debt and living on the streets!” You glared at him, not liking the way he worded that.

“Thats a little bit dramatic.” You commented. “Sorry, but you guys would be good together.” He said, going to his seat, next to you.

You ignored him and was just waiting for the class to start. Looking around the class, you looked at what everyone else was doing since you were bored.

There was nothing new, same groups together, same smiles and laughs, however you looked at Vernon instead.

He was the quiet one of the class who sat in the back corner in the class, near the window. He wasn’t weird or creepy, he was just.. quiet.

He didn’t like to talk a lot in class, most of the time he seemed to be in daze, looking out the window, maybe writing or drawing while listening to music with his headphones.

He seemed pretty normal to everyone but he never smiled much.

Vernon was the most strange out of everyone in the class, at least to you.

People who were closer to him said otherwise, saying things like he was a really nice guy and actually likes to play around sometimes.

You wondered when you’d be able to see that side of Vernon or if you ever get to see that side of him.

The teacher came in just as you were thinking and were lost in thought.

The students rushed to their seats and looked ahead, greeting your teacher.

“Morning class, did everyone finish their homework?” She asked and some said yes while others mumbled or laughed.

“I hope you did because we’ll be continuing to build on from yesterday’s lesson. Open your books to page 312.” She told everyone as everyone grumbled and did as she said.

Class was the usual until you were assigned partners for a project. Turns out, the project will be for almost the whole course meaning you’d have to spend a great amount of time with your partner. You hoped that you’d be partnered up with one of your friends since it counts for a big part of your mark as well. “Vernon, you will be partnered with Y/N for the project.” She said before continuing to call out the other partners.

You looked at Vernon who didn’t even bother to look up from his notebook.

Then you turned to your friends you just shrugged while Joshua looked behind at Vernon.

Vernon knew that people were looking at him. The bell rung just as the teacher was finishing up the call of names. Everyone ignored her and got up, packing their things and headed out, making loud noises already.

Vernon was one of the first to head out class.

You got up later, walking with your friends out to your next class. “I guess you’re working on the project alone.” Mingyu sighed, putting a friendly arm over you.

“I don’t think he’s that bad, maybe if I talk to him  we can work it out.” You said, trying to see the brighter part of this situation.

“He’s kind of cute.” You girl friend tilted her head to the side, starring at Vernon’s back since he was waking a few feet away.

“Don’t you think?” She smiled at you.

“Did you forget she’s interested in Joshua?” Mingyu teased and you playfully bumped his side.

You let out a breath. “This might be difficult.”

[kuyamari]

W I P

To whom who may concern Chapter 1 An Introduction Raven suddenly came to me and asked "Don't you love her? Why aren't you doing anything?" "She is who she is and I am who I am, there is no changing that. Besides, it was already too late to get to know her. Don't get me wrong, I wish I could but it's already time for us to go separate paths. I mean, I got all the opportunity before but I blew it. I screw up big time. Um I guess I didn't listen to those guys but it's my fault for believing them and doubting myself." I said "Why don't just try?" He replied "Well...I don't think I'm the one she is looking for, heck, I don't even have the balls to say hi! I mean...yah know...I'm just scared" To be exact I am afraid I might just hurt her knowing I'm not really a nice guy. Mike stares at me with dismay and he said " Dude...you're hopeless." " Nah I don't know..." But deep inside, well fuck off Raven I am shy extremely shy. And so I let another day die out without even trying. Having a routine like this is kinda tiresome but I'm used it. I spent the whole time hiding but hey it's not like I'm a fugitive or something, its just there is a girl I really like but I can't do anything but remain silent and avoid her, sometimes I felt I'm kinda rude to her. Well I kinda confessed already that I like her but I am really ashamed I did it on a text message rather personally. What can I do? It's hard to be confident if you know you don't have one or rather you know it's a losing battle even before it started. And all of the sudden a voice said "Well let us trace the cause of your so called shyness" "The hell are you" I asked "I am your subconscious" he answered. Well I didn't know my subconscious is an asshole "I heard that" "Heard what?" I asked because seriously what the fuck. "Hey, let's keep it PG down here" He said I'm not quite sure what's going on and on what narrative this shit called but I don't like it. I'm pretty sure I'm telling the story from my point of view. "Well I am your point of view, subconsciously." ladies and gentlemen my subconscious is a smart ass. "Unfortunately this would be more funny if this is written as a comic book." he said. Well that is not the problem if the freaking author is not a lazy ass and start drawing. "He can't" he said. And I replied "Why not?" "Because you are the and author." he said as he laugh his ass off. Seriously he is annoying just like me but worse. Can things can get anymore worse? "It sure can" he said and in my mind would just say "Well fuck my life." Chapter 2 Hi I'm... Hi! my name is Edward. There isn't that much to say about me but all you need to know that I am a coward. Well not that I always runaway from a fight it's more of a I always runaway and get discourage in expressing what I feel to the person I really like maybe because I am scared to say the wrong thing or maybe if she get to know me she might not like me for who I am because believe me I am wierd and quite rude and an asshole myself. Helena isn't the first woman I liked but let's just say it ended seemingly the same way. I didn't do anything to be with them all I did is runaway and sulk on the corner. Maybe part of it is discouragement from my friends. But now let's talk about Marie, the first woman I liked. It was back in my highschool days, we were classmates and on the third quarter of the school year I was happy because the class adviser assigned me to sit right next to her. To be honest, sitting right next to her is pure happiness I get to know her more and talk to her. The best thing that happened to me is also the worst, It was a day after Valentines I gave her a gift since didn't have one for her on the day itself. I gave her a cupcake, She was reluctant at first in accepting the gift and said that i could give her the cupcake before going home since we were sit right next to each other. It was already dismissal, She didn't left the room and it seems She is waiting for someone. As I left the room someone from another section went in and walked straight to Marie, his name was Noel and as I peak through the window, I saw them sharing the cupcake I gave to Marie. The two of them looked so sweet to each other the sight of it had me broken, I know it was my fault because Noel is Marie's friend and suitor. Me? Maybe calling me "honeybunch" almost everyday is a way to tease me maybe she figured out that I have a crush on her. But on that day little did I know that sight cost me so much. Chapter 3 Helena Well Helena for unknown reasons is quite popular among men, there are many who has a crush on her maybe only science can answer it but I'm no scientist so I cannot answer that but one things for sure, her smile is the brightest among them all. Don't get me wrong, I don't know her that well but she always stand out whenever she is there. She is the a avarage height of the woman in our country. I've seen a lot of woman before compared to them she is not that beautiful don't get me wrong she is pretty, yes, but the simplicity of her face is what makes her standout very well among them combined with her very charming smile, she is ready to kill, figuratively. "Hey, I told you tell her already how you feel!" said Raul " And in what womderful reason do I have to do that?" replied Edward " Well, you like her don't you?" " Well yeah I do..." " Then do it! I know tell her during Valentines day give her something" Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Footage not Found We were already drunk that night, the five of us, well technically four because Anthony is tending to his girlfriend who is unknown reason crying because of a moisturizer. So what we did is we went to their room and bring his shot there. We were even laughing our ass of seeing his situation. "We ran out of Gin." said Mike "Let's go buy another." replied George "And let's document everything we do on the why 'coz we might not remember it" said Mike Mike went to theor room and ee to join us and asked Rupert who is fortunately awake that time to document the dumbassery we might do. As we walk the quiet road of the province we started making noise like we own the place making rude remarks about certain things. We were like hooligans that time, so wild and free roaming the streets. I was holding a stick and wielding it like a goon people who might saw us might think we were part of a gang of some sort. We don't mind because no one will recognize us there since we are just tourists. We saw the place's plaza amd we started taking awkward pictures of us in the dark. We were supposed to go there in the morning but we were already there early. At the landmark of the plaza where we took our photo we sr started shouting things about the persons we like and love. "I love you Meg!" shouted Anthony "Ilove you Helena!" shouted Mike I wasn't surprised when i heard it because everytime I see them they were together it's seems that Helena is very dependent to Mike. Jake followed by shouting "I like you---" he cutted it with a clap Jokes on him I know who is he reffering to. George followed by doing the same thing Jake did. " I love you!" I shouted " To whom who may concerned " "That's it?" asked Mike and George "Yep, that's it" I replied " I don't have anything to say anyway" But deep inside, their are so many things I wish I could say to Helena knowing I am already drunk that time their is no thinking what I could say and knowing Mike also has feelings for her and always ayot her side I am confident that Helena will be just fine with him. We continued the night walking the streets and finally made it to an open store and bought another bottle of Gin to spend the rest of the night waiting for the sun to rise. Things started quite unfortunate for me because I started to vomit due to the volume of alcohol we drank. And to think everything that happend that time was taken was documented who knows what might happened when the others watched the video. Chapter As Edward walk the road alone in the dark he kept on thinking, what went wrong? Is it just because of hime being scared all the time or was it the girl? He kept on thinking. Maybe, instead of getting the right encouragement, he got the right discouragement. Instead of saying good things about her, some of his friends decided to say bad things about her just to use your use to be love for her into hate to assist them in their vendetta against her and her friends. Is it really too late? Can he go back? Is waliking in the sidelines all I can do The Last Flag And how should we end this short story of a boy yet to be a man who is so scared to say how he actually feels to the person he like or should I say love? There are many ways to end it, we could say the boy move on and found another girl in which we vowed not to repeat the same mistake he omitted. If so? How in the world will I the author of the story write it? They could have met somewhere. At a convention perhaps knowing the boy is a some sort of a wierd geek. They both could have possess the same hobby or perhaps interests. For sure they could get along really well but is she really what the boy wanted? Is it the same feeling of falling for someone accidentally? Falling for someone for reasons that even scientists cannot even explain, even I is not sure how things like that could have happen. As the author of this story let's give it a try on how the story could have ended, we'll atleast for once they could have ended together here in this story because knowing the boy we is prone to giving up and doubting himself. Well let's say the boy suddenly became brave enough to talk to the girl in the earliest chance possible. he started talking to her, getting to know her more so he could fall for her more. Ask her out on dates perhaps? Helping her out in anyway possible, making good use of himself knowing he himself is quite useless at times. Even in my wildest imagination maybe only a miracle or perhaps the holy spirit migjt be the only thing that could help the boy, Why you may ask? Well let's just say I know the boy very well.