#i colored almost the whole thing w color pencil but hate how it looks

[strawberrybananaslug]

[writer1]

A 501st Christmas

Chapter 8

Your eyes flutter open as you wake up, you feel excitement bubble up as you realize what day it is. It's Christmas day, you turn over too Rex, giving him a kiss to wake him.

Today's one of the few times Rex doesn't transform in his sleep, his eyes open as soon as you kiss him. He smiles groggily at you, leaning over and kissing the tip of your nose.

"Merry Christmas, Cyar'ika." You sit up and so does he, you both get changed. You can't wait to give Rex his present, you had it all finished yesterday. You hope he likes it, you're really nervous that he might not like it.

"Come on, the boys are probably out there already waiting for us." Rex grabs your hand once you're finished changing into your regular clothes, he's wearing some civies that you got him. You both walk out of your room, walking through the halls, you make it to the tree and see a lot of troopers there.

"Hey, y/n! Rex!" You turn to see Fives and all the boys sitting on a couch, they have already grabbed all the present's and put them in a pile near them.

"We got a comm from Obi Wan, he's going to bring Gida over later. She hardly slept last night, she was to excited for Santa." You nod at Cody, it brings up memories of waiting for Santa when you were a youngling.

"So does he want us to wait for them?" Rex asks but Cody shakes his head.

"No, he told us to go ahead. Supposedly Gida has presents for all of us to open when she gets here." You and Rex sit down with the boys.

"M-merry Christm-m-mas, y/n. And merry C-Christmas Ori'v-vod." You and Rex both smile at Stutter, he's such a sweetheart.

"Merry Christmas Stutter."

"Merry Christmas Vod'ika." Stutter smiles at the both of you, he's so happy to have everyone here, even if all the troopers aren't sitting right in their area.

"So who opens their presents first." You grab Stutter's presents from the pile, handing it to him.

"Stutter should go first." He blushes a little from being in the spotlight, and grabs the gift. He starts ripping the paper of and a gasp of delight leaves him at what he sees.

"A-An art set! I l-love it so m-much, it's g-got everything I-I needed. Thank y-you so much." You smile at his excitement.

"You welcome Stutter, you deserve it." Everyone else starts giving him gifts, and of course almost all of it is art supplies. Tup gives him some new brushes, while Fives gives Stutter a book of construction flimsy in all the colors of the rainbow.

Jesse gives him a skit that comes with three boxes that he can paint how he wants, and much more from others, including a bunch of pencils, flimsy and crayons curtisy of the 212th.

And last but not least a portrait of Stutter's closest brothers from Rex, including Hardcase and Echo. That makes poor Stutter tear up and he gives Rex a hug, he wipes his tears away and thanks Rex and everyone for the gifts.

"T-Thank you s-so much Ori'vod." Rex smiles sweetly at his Vod'ika, it warms your heart, seeing how close they are.

"No thanks needed, Vod'ika. You deserve everything." Stutter smiles brightly, he still acts like he did when he first got here, young and skittish sometimes. But no one cares, Stutter can act mature on the battlefield but his brothers love letting him act like a kid sometime's like right now.

"So, w-who goes n-next?"

"How about we go youngest to oldest." Everyone nods in agreement with Cody, which means that Tup goes next. Rex stands up and grabs his presents, sitting them beside Tup, he opens the first one from Dogma. It's a bunch of hairstyles, they are multi colored and have different designs and patterns.

"Thought that you'd like em, and they'll keep your hair in regulations." Dogma says quietly, not looking up at anyone. Tup has a huge smile on his face as he leans over and hugs dogma, giving him a keldabe kiss.

"I love them Dogma, thank you so much." He pulls away and Dogma has a tiny, shy smile on his face.

Tup starts opening his presents from the rest of his brothers, he got a lot of hair products and even an instruction booklet on different hairstyles and braids. He gets to your present, opening it and immediately seeing the conditioner.

"Thanks y/n, I love conditioner, especially the stuff that specializes in curls."

"Of course, I'm glad you like it." Next is Dogma, who looks surprised at all the gifts that are in his pile.

"Why look do surprised Dogma?" Fives asks him, everyone looks confused.

"I didn't think that you guys would get me anything, after Umbara..." All the troopers wince, they hate the memory, even the ones who weren't there. Rex walks over as Dogma stands too leave, feeling bad for bringing up the memory. He places a hand on his shoulder.

"You're our brother, Dogma, we love you. We already forgave you for that, please don't leave." Dogma looks around as everyone nods and sits back down, grabbing a present, it ends up being your's. You actually added an extra item after the mini journals, he carefully rips the wrapping paper the way only Dogma could and opens the box to see a stuffed animal on top.

His eyes are filled with confusion as he pulls it out and looks it over, it's a little stuffed Loth wolf that you found. Tup told you that Dogma wanted a stuffed animal, ever since he saw a trainers daughter with one while they were cadets.

But since he liked to follow the regs a lot before Umbara he never got himself one, and after he was to shy to ask for one either. So you thought that Dogma deserved one, you already told Tup about it before and he loved it.

Everyone holds their breath, you told them about the gift, just in case they might have poked fun at him. After hearing the backstory everyone thought it would be a great idea.

"I... What... H-How did you know." He whispers quietly, tears filling his eyes as he looks away, Hugging the stuffed wolf to his chest.

"Tup told me, and as soon as I saw him I knew that you'd love him. If you don't like it I can exch..."

No! No. I love it." He says loudly at first, going back to his usual, quiet manner after. You smile as he looks into the box again, pulling out the mini journals.

"I figured that you could write down lists and rules the way you like too on sticky notes, and you could write your feelings down too." He smiles and nods.

"Thank you." He opens the rest of the gifts from his brothers, a lot of them are candy and Dogma's favorite sweets.

You proceed to go through both Waxer and Boil, Waxer loves the album that you and Boil give him. He also opens up the gifts from everyone else, and ends up getting a book of parenting from the whole 501st and 212th. (Everyone knows that Numa is pretty much his daughter.)

Boil loves his travel mug for his caf, and he got many different kinds of caf for it from his brothers. The best gift was the book of manners from Waxer, you all laughed when Boil opened that one. He got so grumpy seeing it.

Next is Jesse who gets many different presents, he gets a prank book that comes with supplies for pranks from Fives and bursts out laughing. (Absolutely no one has any idea why except Kix who also laughs, they tell everyone that they'll know soon enough.) He gets a free dinner from Dex's coupon from Kix and the jokebook from you, from Stutter he gets a book, it's called treasure planet and is one of Jesse's favorites.

Kix gets a free spa day from Jesse, a day off from you and Anakin, another day off from Rex. He also gets some coupons that the rest of the 501st chipped in making for things like a week of no visits from Fives to the medbay, and a day of no Jesse bugging him and so on, he also gets a coupon from Stutter for a week of having him as a helper.

Fives loves the comb and cookbook from you, he gets the same prank book from Jesse, making everyone burst out laughing. From tup he gets a book of hair styles since fives loves playing with his hair and from Dogma he gets some chocolate's. From Stutter he gets some sweets and a hand drawn picture of him, Fives and Echo, prompting Fives to tear up and pull him into a hug.

"Thank you so much Vod'ika."

"You're welcome, Ori'vod." From Rex he gets some prank supplies to everyone's surprise. And from Kix his favorite candy.

All that's left is you, Rex and Cody, so you're next, you start opening your present's. From Fives you get a picture of you and him, on the back of the photograph it says. *Me and my sister* you pull him into a hug.

"Thanks Fives!"

"You're welcome little sister." He says as you get back to your gifts, you get some prank supplies from Jesse so that you can help him and Fives once in a while, and some cooking supplies from Kix.

From the 212th you get some new holo-film's and from Stutter you get a little stuffed Loth cat, from Dogma you get a book of recipes since you love to cook.

You make sure to thank everyone. You don't get anything from Rex since you both decided to give your gifts privately.

Rex gets some coupons from everyone, including a whole week of no pranking from both Fives and Jesse. From Kix he gets some caf and he gets some sweets from both Dogma and Tup and from Cody he gets some new clothes.

"Since you keep ripping your's." Rex glares at Cody as he chuckle's, from Stutter he gets a picture of both of them together.

Cody finally starts opening his gifts, opening yours and Rex's first, he gets an orange strap for his belt for Obi Wan's lightsaber.

"Since you pretty much own it " Rex explains with a smirk, earning a glare from Cody. Cody gets lots of caf since everyone knows that he has a caf addiction. And the best gift of all is a book from Fives and Rex called, *how too date your General*

The blush on Cody's race is evident, everyone knows about his crush on Obi Wan. Suddenly Obi Wan and Gida walk in, and Cody scrambles to hide the book. Gida's already opened her presents from everyone except you and Rex, since you both wanted to give her them in person.

"Mr. Rex!" She runs over and hugs him, then starts her ritual of hugging everyone.

"I got you all presents!" She runs up to Obi Wan, grabbing a bunch of papers from him and handing the out, seems like she drew pictures for everyone, they all thank and hug her. She gets to you and Rex, giving you each a picture, you look at yours, it has both you and Rex hugging little Gida. You laugh at how cute it is, it's pretty good too.

"Thanks Gida." You hug her then look at Rex's picture, hes holding back laughter as you look and see a crudely drawn Rex in his wolf for with little Gida hugging him.

"Thanks sweetheart." He hugs her tightly, he absolutely loves the picture and already has a place to hang it in his room on the Resolute.

You and Rex give Gida the box containing your gift for her, she opens it and instantly squeal's at the stuffed Loth cat in it. She pulls it out looking it over.

"Rex picked that out just for you, sweetheart." She hugs Rex tightly.

"I love! I love it! I love it!" She takes out the bracelet you got her, putting it on and hugging you.

"Thank you, I love it so much. Thanks Mr. Rex." You both say you're welcome to her, happy to see her happy.

×××

For the rest of the day you hang out with your family, you love every last one of them. Anakin even joins you later on after spending time with Padme.

Now you and Rex are sitting in your room, you both are ready to give eachother your presents.

"You open yours first, darling." Rex hands you your gift and you smile, already ripping the pretty wrapping off. Inside the box you find a charm bracelet, it only has three charms on it so far, ones a charm of a star, ones a wolf and ones a pair of Jag eyes, there's also a piece of Rex's armor, it's one of his hand guards, the one with the tally marks.

"Oh Rex, I absolutely love it." You jump up and give him a tight hug, as Rex laughs. You cup his face and give him a deep kiss.

"I'm glad you love it, now can I open mine?" You nod but your smile drops a little, the bracelet that Rex got you must have cost a lot, and his hand guard is so special. You only got him the locket.

"Cyare? What's wrong darling?"

"I... My present is only one thing that I made." Rex instantly realizes what's wrong, you don't think that your present will be good enough. Well, he's going to change that.

"Hey, I'm going to love it, it'll be perfect no matter what it is." You nod and Rex starts opening the box, he freezes when he sees the locket. His expression is blank as he looks it over, opening it up to see a picture of you both, taken only a month ago. In the picture you're both looking into the camera, arms wrapped around eachother and you head on Rex's chest.

Yiu think that he must hate it, because of the blank expression. But then you see a tear fall from his eye.

"Rex? Rex what's wrong? Why are you crying, sweetheart?" He slams into you, wrapping you up in a hug.

"I love it, thank you so much cyare." You wrap your arms tightly around him, moving away a little and wiping the tears.

"You made it yourself, that makes it precious to me. And I love the picture of us both in it."

"It also extends so that you can wear it even in your Wolf form " Rex pulls you into a kiss, you both pull away after running out of breath and Rex puts the locket on.

"I'll never take it off." You and Rex hug again, you find that meeting Rex and his brothers was the best thing that happened to you since losing your parents. One thing you know for sure is that this is the best Christmas you've ever had.

Taglist: @captainrexisboo @tobitofunction @pentaghasm @ohmsjedi @pro-fangirls-unsocial-life @ellie1366 @marine-captain-deku @reimet @commanderrivercc-3628 @ahsokatano-thetogruta

[angelwithglasswings]

The Woman in Red

Me? Writing a gay self insert x Reader fanfiction cause of a dream?

It's more likely than you think.

Also first time writing something like this, so be warned XD

Word Count: 1826

Pairing: Carmen Sandiego x F!Reader

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A sigh escaped your lips as you stared down at the sketchbook that was laying on your lap.

"Art is a pain." You thought, thoroughly unsatisfied with your drawing of that beautiful orange sunset that you were seeing. The various pieces of crayon you had used were spread across the floor, already forgotten in your frustration with this piece. Your legs were dangling off the edge of the San Diego harbor, as you had had the intention to draw the sunset here this evening, after seeing it yesterday on your little walk around the city.

You felt compelled to just rip the page out and throw it into the ocean, but then again, you didn't want to be the reason any sealife died because they choked on your disgustingly bad drawing.

With a heavy sigh you closed your sketchbook and began collecting the crayons and assembling them back in their box, when someone caught your attention.

It was a woman.

A very beautiful woman, I might add.

She was wearing a long red coat - you wondered why, as it was quite warm for an evening, but you weren't one to judge - and a matching red fedora, which sat upon luscious brown locks that cascaded down her back.

She was sitting on the roof of that old factory building, and you wondered how she got up there. You could only see her face from the side, but nonetheless, you knew that this woman was one of the most beautiful ones you had ever seen in your life. The light of the setting sun illuminated her tanned face in a way that only further convinced you that she was an angel.

You hadn't seen her around in the city, but then again - you had only just moved here, and it was quite the large city.

Both afraid and inspired, you grabbed your phone out of your bag, and snatched a quick photo of the mysterious woman - you just needed a picture of her, the motivation to try and capture her beauty in a drawing later on clear in your mind.

But of course, your dumbass forgot to turn off the sound, and your phone made that incriminating clicking sound.

Her head whipped around, alarmed, and the only thing you could think when you saw her face fully was:

"Oh holy shit, I'm gay."

And then you panicked.

You knew she had seen how you had held up your phone in her direction, so she definitely knew that you had taken a photo of her. In a hurry, you grabbed your bag, sketchbook and crayons and began running - almost tripping over your own feet as you stood up.

You ran the whole way back to your apartment, never once stopping to breathe, fearing that she might follow and confront you - and you really weren't in the mood for turning into a stuttering mess in front of that angelic queen of a woman right now.

Your hands were trembling as you fumbled with your keys, trying to get into your home as quickly as possible. You managed it, of course, and almost collapsed as you took the last steps into your apartment.

It was small, the only thing you - the broke college student that you were - could afford at this time. You supported yourself with a side job as a waitress in a Café, and well, that job didn't pay very well.

The window in your bedroom didn't close well, and it always seemed kinda cold - but, again, it was the only thing you could afford.

Sometimes you really wondered if becoming successful was really worth all this trouble.

You slipped off your shoes and your mind wandered back to that crimson wearing woman. A blush crept up your cheeks at the thought of her, and you quickly shook your head. No, no, no time thinking about hot ladies - all you needed right now was one hotass shower, and your bed.

Later, as you laid in your comfy bed, wet hair tied up in a towel, the thought of her returned - and with it, your inspiration.

"I guess that means no sleep for me." You muttered to yourself and grabbed your sketchbook and pencil off the ground. You turned on your phone and scrolled through your gallery.

As you saw the photo of her again, the blush returned full force - how could this woman be so beautiful, cute and hot at the same time?

It was unfair!

You only sighed at the world's unfairness, and began sketching the pose and face. The movements of your hand were coming to you naturally.

Let's just say, you definitely didn't get any sleep that night.

But it was one hundred percent worth it.

The next morning, you awoke to your alarm clock going off at a sound frequency that could probably wake up a deaf person.

With an exasperated groan, you sat up, almost throwing your precious sketchbook off your bed in the process. You caught it just in time - with your awesome Spidey Sense - and looked at your drawings from last night.

You realized, surprised, that they looked... awesome. You didn't hate them - of course, there were a few mistakes, but the way you drew her face could almost rival the real thing.

You shook your head. No, no more thoughts about the mysterious woman. Today was a free day, and you would spend it as you always did - taking a walk through the streets of San Diego and find some inspiration.

You slipped into your shoes and left your house, your bag hanging off your shoulder and packed with the essentials - your phone, wallet, sketchbook, a pencil and your keys.

The bus ride to downtown San Diego was boring, but at least you had your trusty music to keep you somewhat entertained as you stared out of the window from your seat.

That's when something red flashed in your vision. You sat up straight - much to the annoyance of the woman beside you, who definitely didn't expect that - and frowned.

As quick as it was there, it was gone again.

You hummed in confusion.

Was your gay ass hallucinating now?

It wasn't the last time that day that your mind was playing tricks on you.

As you walked through the crowded streets of San Diego, you saw that color flash in front of your eyes again and again. You swore you weren't hallucinating, but it was hard to deny it. There was no was you kept seeing her, you told yourself, it's just your mind being stupid.

You sighed and went to sit on a small bench in the shadows to try and relax a bit.

As you looked at the crowd in front of you, there was a rush of inspiration flowing through you and you quickly grabbed your sketchbook and pencil from your bag.

You looked ahead and your heart stopped.

There she was again. The woman. That face was undeniably her, despite the fact she wasn't wearing the red coat and fedora.

You made eye contact with her, and you could feel your cheeks warming up immediately. You looked back down onto your sketchbook, and when you look back up - she was gone without a trace.

Your face fell. You had hoped to be able to admire her a bit longer, at least from a far. Talking was out of question, no way would you be able to talk to her.

You'd be a stuttering, embarrassed mess.

And that's when you felt someone tap your shoulder.

You turned your head to look at the person, and within seconds, your face was burning in a deep red color that was definitely noticeable.

How did that woman even appear so silently next to you?

How did you not notice that!?

You took a second to look what she was wearing. A red and white t-shirt paired with a pair of jeans and red converse shows. Her hair was tied back in a ponytail, yet one strand still framed her face.

You were hyper aware of her hand that was still laying on your shoulder.

Did she know what effect she had on you?

By that smirk on her lips, she did.

"Can we talk?" She asked, and oh you melted at the sound of her voice. So smooth, it fit her perfectly.

You opened your mouth to talk, but opted to just nod instead. You weren't able to form one coherent word right now, you were sure of that.

"Good. I'm sure you remember yesterday, yes?"

You couldn't help but stare at her. Especially her lips, those beautiful, soft, full l- focus, goddamn it.

Again, you just nodded, and she continued talking.

"I'd like you to delete that."

You needed a moment to process her words, and when you did, you nodded hastily.

"Y-yeah, of course, I- Let me just, I.." While you were babbling nonsense, trying to find your phone in the depth of your bag, she was already talking again - so you quickly shut your mouth.

"I'm in a... situation where any photo of me is quite a risk. And I'm not willing to take it." She explained calmly, staring off at the crowds of people.

Again, you took a bit to respond. You had successfully deleted the photo of her, and when you glanced down to your lap, you noticed you had opened your sketchbook right at the page where you had drawn her quite a few times the night before.

You could close it, but she would notice.

"I- of course, it's gone-" You bit your lip to stop yourself from talking when you noticed her gaze on your sketchbook.

You really should've closed that.

"Let me guess. It's what you needed the photo for in the first place, right?" She asked and you took a deep breath. "You could've asked me to model for you."

You were dying.

"W-well, yeah... it's just, I just... I get so n-nervous around beautiful w-woman, and you're just-... so gorgeous and I didn't... I was scared you'd reject and-" Heat rose to your cheeks when you noticed you had been rambling, and it only worsened when you saw the amused smile on her face.

"Thank you." She took the pencil from your hand and wrote something down beneath one of your drawings.

It was a number.

"I hope I'll see you again."

She stood up, ready to leave, when you took a risk and grabbed her arm. She stopped and looked down at you.

"I... never got your name."

"I didn't get yours either. Carmen Sandiego."

"[Y/N] [L/N]."

A smile appeared on Carmen's lips and she winked at you as she turned back around.

"Don't forget to call."

And in a flash, she was gone, having disappeared in the crowd before you.

And you were utterly in love.

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Hope ya liked it! ^^

Also I do not own Carmen Sandiego or the show.

[cryoculus]

More love for Semi please? Anything will do, your writing is exquisite in any form anyway :D

» Word Count: 1,857 wordsCross-posted on AO3

SORRY THIS IS SO LATE :(( I actually wrote three chapters’ worth of content for him already and you can read the whole thing on the ao3 link.(NOTE: This is based on the current events of the final arc of the Haikyuu manga. I tagged it as a spoiler but I won’t really go into the specifics of what’s going on. Semi is our main focus here ^__^)

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“Please?”

“No,” was your flat reply.

Semi heaved a long sigh, mouth twitching into an irritated grimace. You returned his reaction with a sassy look of your own—one, finely penciled brow quirked as bright, red lips rivalled the adamance that Semi brought about. While you were in no position to tell him to just go back to his cubicle and get today’s work done (you, sadly, held the same position in office), you at least had the right to turn him down. Your department had a monthly financial report coming up. Why on Earth did he want your help writing a song?

“Come on,” he groaned. “You know I’d eat my fist first before asking for your help, but our manager really digs your old pieces from college.”

Your eye twitched.

“Way to beg for someone’s aid in a time of dire need,” you bit back sarcastically. “Go do it then.”

“What?”

“Eat your whole fist.” You gave him a pointed look, even making a show of paying attention by putting your pen down.

Your co-worker let out a frustrated groan, fingers carding through his messy, ashen hair. The gesture made the tattoos on his chest visible for a second, before disappearing again behind his barely done button-up. It was a mystery, how a man like him made it as a public servant—with his flamboyant piercings and tip-dyed hair—but you supposed you should learn to look past physical appearances. The agency allowed it, so why should you make a fuss?

Ah, right. Semi Eita was the most hot-headed man in your department, and he had a knack for picking fights with you.

“If you get the balance sheet done by five o'clock, I might reconsider,” you told him, not really meaning the words, as you directed your attention back at the paperwork on your desk. Balance sheets are the toughest to fill out, since the data needed had to be collated from different sectors of the city. You highly doubted that Semi, with his thinner-than-a-strand-of-hair patience, could finish it in one sitting.

“Deal.”

Your gaze hardened as you looked back up at him. “Come again?”

“Are you deaf?” he asked, folding lean arms across his chest. “I said it’s a deal.”

You couldn’t help the snort that made its way past your lips. Whatever his reasons may be, it was painfully obvious that he was desperate. But still. You knew that he wouldn’t be able to carry out the deed in your given deadline, but instead of talking him out of his own agreement, you merely shook your head in acceptance.

Semi eventually stalked off to his cubicle; the one just in front of yours. There was a divider that separated each employee’s workspace from the others, and it at least granted some semblance of privacy from outside gazes. You’ve been to Semi’s cubicle a couple of times—more to coordinate paperwork than engage in conversation, really—and he decorated his personal space exactly how a part-time rock band vocalist would. Though he didn’t exactly put up posters and painted the walls black, he added his own flair to his desk with guitar figurines, neon stickers on his desktop, and a photo of his bandmates enclosed in a sparkly picture frame.

The only reason you bothered looking so closely was the fact that you also went to the same university together (under the same degree, too!) You’ve always been keen around him, with his loud way of living, as opposed to you, who’s always chosen to live simply and without pretentiousness. Sure, the disparity between your lifestyles had caused you to be at each other’s throats since freshman year, but it was still a surprise that your synergy was top notch. You would, as Semi put it so delicately, eat your fist first before admitting to the fact, but it’s a given that you preferred to work with him instead of other, unfamiliar people.

You sighed, brandishing a bored look at the bleak document in front of you. Maybe it wouldn’t hurt to help him out…

But when you recalled every time he’s talked over you during board meetings, sneered at you when he got a higher score during exams, and his distateful behavior in general, you steeled your resolve.

Either he’s going to get that balance sheet over with or he’ll keel over. If he wanted your help, he’s going to have to work for it.

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You were in the middle of fixing your belongings when the sound of a stack of papers hitting your desk rang in your ears.

“There,” Semi said breathlessly, making you look up at him in surprise. He even tossed a flash drive on top of the papers he deposited, where you saw the city hall’s heading printed in full color. You reluctantly checked your phone for the time. 16:57, it said, in a mockingly bold typeface before shoving it in your pocket.

The damn guy really did get it done before five.

“The electronic document is saved in there, in case you lose the print.” He was panting at this point, and you had a vague idea as to why he looked like he just ran a marathon. The one printer in your department (this year’s budget was cut) broke down a few days ago, and the nearest functional one was at the Logistics office three floors down.

Still refusing to believe it, you peered at the documents he just brought in. You scanned each of the entries printed on each page. That’s when you realized that Sendai City’s expenses have skyrocketed since the new year because the list of expenses occupied a whole page alone. A worried sigh made its way past your lips, but at least the liabilities were cut down to a minimum. You heard that the governor of Miyagi was going to pledge a few hundred thousand yen for the city’s founding anniversary, too.

You paused. Blinking, you rearranged the papers neatly back into its pile—biting back the urge to clutch your wounded pride. Semi was looking at you expectantly, like he wanted you to praise his flawless bookkeeping.

In actuality, his determination was beginning to freak you out.

“Why do you want me to help you so badly?” you asked, voice almost trembling. “Seriously, dude. I thought we hated each other. Quit acting out of character.”

“I told you, our manager really liked the songs you composed back in senior year,” he drawled, tired of having to repeat himself.

Your face twisted in confusion. “Who even is this manager of yours?”

There was a half-second delay in his response, but before you could paint a reason for his hesitation, he immediately replied with, “Saito. Saito Makoto.”

You stiffened, gaze going rigid at the mention of that name. “Oh.”

“Yeah. If I manage to give him a piece by the end of the month, he’ll help us sign a contract with a big-shot record label,” Semi explained, oblivious to your discomfort.

“But haven’t you been writing songs since high school?” you wondered aloud. “That’s what you said during our Pol-Gov class ice breaker.”

He frowned. “You still remember that?”

Okay. You kept forgetting that your sharp memory wasn’t always a praiseworthy thing. You gulped, feeling the heat creep up your face. “Um, anyway, the point still stands. You’ve been writing songs for God-knows-how-long, and while I’m not one to dish out compliments especially to you, I’m pretty sure they’re okay if you managed to gather a decent fanbase.”

He rolled his eyes, leaning against the divider of your cubicle. “We’re a rock band. I write rock songs, but Saito wants me to write a goddamn love song.”

Typical Saito. Though he looked like a rugged high school delinquent, he was awfully sentimental when it came to music. He was the one who inspired you to write the songs Semi was pestering you about all day after all…

“Fine,” you relented. “I never go back on my word and since you did a…good job with this, I’ll help you out.”

His light brown eyes lit up for a moment, but Semi managed to mask his relief in a split second—containing his excitement in a single nod. “Are you free this Saturday? You can come by my place and we could start getting to work.”

Well, that was forward of him. You expected to work on the song in a coffee shop or something, but he went on ahead and invited you to his own humble abode anyway. You parsed through your weekend plans in your mind, and once you confirmed that you were free, you scribbled down your phone number on a sticky note. Almost five years of acquaintance and you’d never bothered giving it to him. Huh.

“Just text me the time and place,” you told him, pocketing the flash drive as you slipped the balance sheet in one of the empty folders in your organizer. “You better not pull anything funny and lead me to a secluded alley or something.”

Semi scoffed, folding the piece of paper and sticking it inside his trousers. “As if.”

You then slung your bag across your shoulders, grinning insincerely. “Glad we’re on the same page, then.”

“Yeah, whatever.”

With that, Semi exited your cubicle, leaving you no room to wonder why he didn’t even spare a quick ‘thank you’.

Just as you were smoothing out the creases on your pencil skirt, your phone began buzzing in the pocket of your blazer. Brows raised, you fished it out and unlocked it.

From: Makohey, wanna grab some dinner? its on me :3

Speak of the devil. You swallowed the lump in your throat, fingers shakily managing to type a coherent reply.

To: MakoYeah sure. Where to tho

From: Makocan we get some italian? ik u love the udon place across the street but akane’s having dinner w her friends there

From: Makocant have her seeing us together now do we

The way he put that so casually made your chest constrict with a too-familiar sensation. You heaved a deep breath, pursing your lips into a thin line as you sent a quick “Ok” text to end your conversation. Saito replied with those iffy heart-eyed emojis that he only ever used when he wanted something from you, and you had to compose yourself so you wouldn’t burst into tears right there.

“Oi.”

You almost jumped at the sound of Semi’s voice as he peered inside your cubicle once more. He clutched his suitcase in one hand, eyeing you curiously.

“What do you want?”

“You’re headed uptown, too, right?” he asked, and you nodded reluctantly. “Thought you’d want a lift.”

“Semi, just because I’m helping you achieve your dreams, doesn’t mean you have to be nice to me.” You laughed softly, tension easing from his uncalled for kindness.

He, however, looked unconvinced. “Do you want a ride or not?”

You raised your hands in defeat, managing a genuine smile. “Alright, fine. It’ll be a hellish commute anyway.”

You liked to think that that’s how you started becoming friends with your odd, hot-headed co-worker.

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thats,,, so many fancy pens,,, i have some fine 'marker' things someone got me and for lettering i use either those or occasionally papermate inkjoy pens (but they have to stay and dry for like a day before i can erase the pencil underneath which i hate) and i have some mildliners i also use for school theyre so nice!! occasionally i use these metalic markers from like target or smth i dont even dream of buying tombows or smth (i spend too much at the used bookstore). i do have two pretty nice fountain pens!! theres a medium and a fine but i write t i n y so even the fine is a little too thick at times i mostly use these cat pens my gf gave me a few of theyre like plastic i dont think theyre fancy at all but theyre so fine and smooth to write with?? hhh lovely and theyre nice colors and they have cute little cat faces!! i also have some stadetler (? idk how to spell that) triplus fineliners but theyre kinda dried out and the tips are a bit flattened (and i lost my favorite bright green one a few years ago :( it was the best one) anyway i love pens also and this was not meant to be so long ((ps: i have this like $8 bujo its yellow the brand is like taotree or smth and its so nice i use it for a planner so if youre looking for a cheap one its rly nice to use you can barely see my markers through it)

okay i typed out a whole massive response to u and then my laptop shut down so lets try again!!

hhmggm,,,,yeah,,,i,,,have so many pens hhsdkfsdkfdfgdfgn its terrible (i... may or may not have gotten even more today...) but honestly? none of them were super posh or expensive? the tombow dual tips were probably the biggest investment i’ve made (except for like. paper hsdfn) they’re like $30 off the shelf which is yeah a bit pricey but i got mine on black friday sale + w/ another 40% off coupon so they only came to abt $10 i think? michaels/ac moores usually has rlly good sales so i. would recommend taking advantage of them bc honestly they are the best markers i’ve used they are well worth it; the colors are excellent, the brush tips don’t wear out, they are a delight (but yea deffos try and get em while theres a sale goin on or 50% off coupon or smth). also the tombow fudenosuke brush pens are genuinely the best thing i’ve bought they are dirt cheap considering calligraphy pen prices ($5 or so for a set of two hardnesses) and they are. Really good probably some of the best affordable brush pens u can get they somehow manage to be fancy and cool but still inexpensive enough that i can get several sets to lose lol. they make brush lettering SO easy honestly. yeah hsdfsdfgdfgn. the microns,,,,,yeah they are,,,,fancy,,,and,,,terribly expensive,,, i have awful indulgent tastes and i have to have rlly fine tip pens for writing tho and micron makes the only consistently good quality fine tip pens that don’t break and go thick (literally i use an 005 tip hsdfsdfn) that i have found :-/ . also like, they don’t fade when u erase over them which is. a godsend tbh.

ooh midliners!!! i confess... i do not have a Single midliner... 😔 they always look rlly nice but they are never on my priority list smh but. sometime i will!!! they look rlly good for school stuff tho? like highlighting? the colors look SUPER nice i love the idea of highlighters in less... abrasive neon colors gsdnfsdgfng

oohh metallic is good!!! honestly i. genuinely. do. not have any metallic ones either im!! literally i keep meaning to get a good gold/silver one but i never get to it!! i had rlly nice silver + gold + white paint pens a bit ago but uh. one by one they decided to disembowel themselves, sometimes on my notebook in the middle of class -_- so. that. is my sad story w metallic ones gskdfdfng. (also i find it hard to find ones i rlly like? the gold always seems too dark, yk?) YESSS fountain pen SUPREMACY you are a gentlethem of GREAT taste and discernment (ough yea ikr tho they are just. almost thin enough but never quite.) omg i know those cat pens i think!!!! i was finna get some the other day!!! they are SO cute ahhh!!!! i think i had a totoro one (or similar one) a while back and yeah i know exactly what ur saying there is just. something abt the way they write that is. so good ;-; ooh what do u think of the staedtlers?? i’ve been eyeing em for a while but idk how fine they are/if i’d use the bright colors enough to make it worth it :/ but yeah!!! pens are!!!! really good!!!! hshdfsdnfne!!! (:O pen,,,,ur name,,,,,iM ::O eureka moment,,) 

(ahh tyy!!!! i’ve been looking for a new bujo and i hate doing it online b/c u can never tell whether the paper will bleed or not :( tyy!!!!!!)(hhhh this is already Very long but!! if u are looking for Good Paper!! i rlly rlly recommend rhodia brand paper? its kinda pricey, $9-12 (american) for a pad of 80 sheets or so but honestly it’s. SO good it’s rlly smooth and like, thin, but nothing ever bleeds thru , even fountain pen. it also holds colors WAY better than normal paper it makes the colors like 10 times more vibrant and it’ll never blur ur ink and make it smudgy it’s definitely definitely worth it i can’t say enough good things abt it. literally it will make ur lettering exponentially better)(also if u get the dot grid ones, the dots r like, light grey instead of Black and they’re v subtle v good) so!!! yeah!!!! that was long but!!! pens!!! :DD

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What was Evan doing?

It wasn't like him to get a social media. It wasn't like him to rely so much on people, but yet he did, for no reason whatsoever. He did meet someone who he could trust, and needed help as much as he did. It was nice. He only had a few other friends who friended him out of pity.

He was currently on his laptop, writing his therapy letter, when he heard his phone go off.

HighandAllMighty: hey dude, wuts up?

Evan made a smile. High, that's what Evan nicknamed him due to privacy issues, was one of his closest friends, he'd even call him a best friend. High suffered from Anxiety and Bipolar, and had a very hard time making friends due to all of his outbursts. On the internet, he was able to calm himself down and not act rashly, but sometimes would assume the worst and snap at Evan a few times, but when that did happen, he'd awake to multiple apologizes from High.

High admitted to smoking openly, from cigarettes to weed, mainly because the way it calmed him down and less likely to snap at people. Evan didn't really mind this, since High's parents didn't get him any medication to him. If it helped, then that was that.

AnAnxiousTeen: Nothing much, just sitting in bed. I might write my therapy letter soon. What about you?

HighandAllMighty: sweet. Honestly I'm just dazing in and out atm. Me and my family just ate and my dad is trying to start shit again. HighandAllMighty: so the usual bs

AnAnxiousTeen: I'm so sorry.. I wish I could help you.

HighandAllMighty: Nah, don't be. U should probably start your letter.

AnAnxiousTeen: Well you know I hate writing them so I'd rather not heh

HighandAllMighty: hey, can I ask u something kinda important?

AnAnxiousTeen: Sure! Ask away!

HighandAllMighty: can we FaceTime? HighandAllMighty: I know u might not want to bc of ur anxiety HighandAllMighty: it was just something I wanted to try, if you wanted to at least

AnAnxiousTeen: I'm.. not sure.. I need time to think this over. AnAnxiousTeen: My mom is still home, so I can't right now.

HighandAllMighty: I understand. It's ok

Evan was trying not to freak out.

He was scared. He was scared he'd disappoint High. Incredibly scared of the mental image he imaged him looking like and being a huge let down and not being able to say anything and make things ten times worse than what they are and-

"Honey! I'm heading out! There's a twenty on the counter! Please get something to eat while I'm gone! Love you, bye!" Heidi called from downstairs, pulling Evan out of his thoughts. A moment later a door closing could be heard.

Evan sighed and ran his fingers through his messy blonde hair. There was another complication; he had completely fallen for High, one hundred percent in love.

HighandAllMighty: ah man, I'm rlly srry. My dad is gonna take my phone. HighandAllMighty: we'll talk later, k?

AnAnxiousTeen: I understand. I'll see you when you get back!

HighandAllMighty: in one week. Bye bud

Evan laid down on his bed. A whole week?! This obviously wasn't the first time it happened, but would that stop him from missing him? No. Definitely not. It'd be a lonely week without him.

This would be a long week

~~~ It was only Tuesday.

High had his phone taken on Saturday, so they were completely out of touch for tree days straight so far, and Evan was miserable and lonely.

Evan was sitting in his room, unenthusiastically working on homework. He was sinking into a depressive state. He'd never admit to it, but there was something wrong, that he just wasn't happy. He let out a sigh, setting his pencil down and grabbing his phone. The only notifications he had was some posts from people he liked, and a text from Jared.

Jared K: U have math done?

Evan H: -Evan H has sent a picture-

Jared K: thanks

Well, that made Evan feel even more like shit. It made him feel like Jared would only miss him for his car insurance if he suddenly disappeared. Hell, his mom would have it easier if he was gone. And High.. he was just a burden to him. Fuck it, he needed to vent.

AnAnxiousTeen has posted a status update: I'm always being told that things will get better, that I'll find someway to deal with my social anxiety, but nothing is seeming to be working. No one would notice if I suddenly left, if this account was suddenly shut down, maybe except for @HighandAllMighty but if I'm being honest, I'd be doing him a favor. I wish that things were different. I wish that anything I said mattered to anyone. Because let's face it. Would anyone here notice if I disappeared tomorrow?

After posting his update, he got a handful of responses, that mainly said stuff among the lines of "I'd notice! Please don't do anything rash!". It didn't feel real to Evan. He knew how this stuff worked. After a week of his death, people would forget him. All he could think of was how thankful his anxiety held him back from another attempt.

AnAnxiousTeen has posted a status update: If a tree falls in a forest, and no one is around to hear it, does it ever make a sound?

There was a lot of debate about this one. No one saw the hidden subtext, that he fell-no, let go of the branch that was holding him and was now restrained to a cast. It made his stomach do a cartwheel at the thought.

AnAnxiousTeen has posted a status update: Sorry for all the depressing stuff tonight. I'm going offline to hit the hay early.

Well, that wasn't a total lie. He had homework to do first, then he'd probably lay in bed till sleep took him away.

And that's exactly what he did.

~~~ HighandAllMighty: why didn't you tell me how you were feeling?

High was back, early, and Evan was downright terrified.

Unlike before, he used almost perfect spelling and grammar, something he'd only do in serious situations. Evan hated confrontation, so so much.

AnAnxiousTeen: I'm sorry.. I didn't want to be a burden...

HighandAllMighty: you could never burden me with your problems. HighandAllMighty: we have to look out for each other, otherwise we'll loose us both. HighandAllMighty: I want to video chat with you. I want to see /you/. Let me help you. Please

Evan didn't really think when he answered. He didn't consider what his anxiety was telling him. He just had to make it up to High, especially with what he just put him through.

AnAnxiousTeen: Of course, just give me a few minutes to set up.

HighandAllMighty: thank you. I mean it

Evan let out a puff of air and set his phone down. His mom was home but sleeping, so he'd have to be quiet and not talk to loud, which wasn't a problem because he's.. him. He grabbed a set of dark blue headphones (he preferred them because they felt more comfortable on his ear) and plugged them into his phone. He made sure they worked okay and sent High a message.

AnAnxiousTeen: I'm ready. Can you send the request?

-HighandAllMighty has sent you a Face Time Request!-

-x Accept x or x Decline x-

Evan hesitantly hit the accept key and sat down on his bed, tidying up his shirt and hair while it loaded. Things'll be fine. They'll be perfectly okay. Just stay completely calm, don't fuck anything up, and your guys' friendship will be saved.

A minute later, the Face Time had finished loading, and on Evan's screen he was greeted to a pale skinned boy with long brown hair that went down to his shoulders, his eyes were blue but they had this brown glint to them that really made them stand out and made them so much more mesmerizing. He was wearing a simple black hoodie and the rest of his outfit Evan couldn't see.

The room Evan assumed was High's was messy, to say the least. Evan never understood how people could find what they needed in a mess. That's why he kept everything organized and clean, so if he needed to find anything, he could right away. It was an anxiety thing he couldn't get over. Evan also noticed the contrast of dark colors in High's room, that was mainly dark purple and black for the most part. Evan knew High enjoyed dark colors rather than light ones it made sense to why his room was painted that way.

Holy fuck was he hot or what?

"Um, hi! C-can you hear me o-okay?" Evan asked nervously, adjusting his headphones ever so slightly. He could hear some shuffling around so he took that as a good sign.

"Yeah, you're good. What about me on your end?" High asked, leaning back.

"Yo-you're good too," Evan nodded, confirming that he could hear him quite well. "Why did you w-want to call?"

"Well one, I wanted to see what you looked like, and two, I need to ask you a few other things, and this is the best way to see if you're lying or not," he simply said, shrugging his shoulders.

"O-okay, ask a-away," Evan smiled, shuffling slightly on his bed to get comfortable, waiting for whatever High was about to ask.

High inhaled, staying silent for a moment, before asking, "..Are you suicidal?"

Evan immediately tensed up. He hadn't put much thought into being depressed or suicidal, although he had those thoughts a lot he couldn't possibly be.. right? "I.. I don't know, a-actually... It could be a p-possibility, I do get suicidal thoughts and... a lot of self h-hate..."

High nodded slowly, picking at what appeared to be black nail polish. "Well, have you ever... attempted?"

Evan bit his lip, and he turned his gaze to his cast, although it wasn't planned, it still counted as one. He simply nodded his head. "It's.. s-scary..."

High let out a sigh. "I know the feeling all too well.. Just, wanting it all to end, but yet your anxiety is telling you not to, and you get so afraid.. I dunno, it's a reminder that you're still human I guess, attempting or not.."

"Honestly, it's m-my anxiety holding me b-back from trying a-again.. I'm scared I-I'll fail again.." Evan chuckled meekly, picking at his cast's plaster.

"Well, I'm glad," High smiled at him. "You don't know how much better you've made my life. I.. probably would've attempted again if I didn't know you.."

"Same with m-me. I'm.. so, so a-alone at school, I don't have any f-friends, and I was-well, still kinda- miserable. But, when we started t-talking, I didn't feel as alone a-anymore.." Evan admitted, blushing lightly.

"I wish I could meet you," High admitted. "I can tell no one's signed your cast still, and I really wanna fucking sign it. I.. I want to be by your side... Helping you order food, keeping you company, hell, I even know a few places down here you'd fucking adore and I know it.."

Evan smiled like a complete dork at these things. "That's s-so sweet.. You probably w-wouldn't like to meet me though.. I-I'd be so awkward.."

"Hey, don't put yourself down like that. I prefer awkward over cocky assholes any day," High said. "And like, not to mention you're a fucking amazing guy. Any girl would- fuck how do I phrase this?- well, she'd be pretty lucky to be with a guy like you," High told him, a noticeable blush appearing on his cheeks.

Evan blushed probably more than what he should've, but he couldn't help it. No one except his mom had said this type of stuff to him. "Honestly, t-thank you.."

"Okay, secondly, I need to tell you something really important. I hope it won't weird you out or anything but here it goes.. I really, really like you- and I don't mean that in the friendly way, I mean like- fuck this is harder to explain than I thought. Look.. I'm, head over heels in love with you, man.." High finished.

Evan was in pure shock. He had his hand on his mouth and felt like he could've cried. All that his mind could register was he liked him back. Holy fuck, he never thought he'd see the day his feelings would be returned. He could process words, he moved his hand away from his mouth, revealing a huge smile he was wearing and said hand anxiously ran through his hair.

"Holy f-fuck.. I.. I didn't think you'd l-like me back, so I never said anything.. Oh my god, t-this is incredible!" Evan admitted, watching the brunette's shocked expression turn into a smile.

"Holy shit, you actually like me?" High asked, and Evan nodded to him, he'd proudly admit to it, because now he had nothing else to loose.

"Does this mean we're like.. a thing or..?" High trailed off, and Evan laughed, saying, "Maybe! I t-think We should try."

High smiled at him, "I'd love to date you.. even if it's long distance.."

"Can I a-ask you something?" Evan smiled sheepishly, tugging lightly at his shirt while High responded with a "You can ask me anything you want to."

"What-what's your a-actual name?" Evan asked slowly, as stated earlier, they both kept their names a secret for privacy, but Evan was too curious to contain himself from keeping the question residing in his mind.

"It's Connor. What about you?" High- no, Connor returned his question, gazing at him with a loving gaze.

"I l-like to go by Evan.." Evan hoped that would satisfy him, because who'd want to date a guy with a name like Mark? No one, that's for sure.

"It suits you," Connor stated. "A wonderful name for a wonderful boy."

Evan flushed at his comment. "Well er- it's n-not as beautiful as 'Connor'. It, it fits you, so so well.."

"Are you calling me beautiful?" Connor teased him, and Evan just laughed.

The two ended up chatting for an entire two hours, enjoying whatever they could get out of each other's presence. They were both hopelessly in love, despite distance keeping them apart, they hoped they would one day meet in person.

That would be more than enough for them both.

A/N-I fucking love this AU so much?? I loved writing every second of it,and going over 2000 words better prove it.

Anyways I'm opening up requests! I don't have a lot of ideas so please request so I can keep updating this book! Thanks a ton!

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If someone's laughing, do you instantly think they're laughing at you? Egh no, not really. I’ve had people laugh at me but I do know about it; I’ve never felt paranoid like this. What is the strangest thing you've been asked? My mom’s masseuse asked me if I was pregnant after taking a good look at me and deciding I looked familiar. It felt weird and eerie until I told my parents about it the next day and they said “Oh yeah, she’s the one with the third eye.” Didn’t feel as strange after that, but at the time when she looked me dead in the eye and asked me that question it was definitely so weird lmao. What’s the weirdest thing about life that people just accept as normal? Sometimes I wonder how people from the far past got to decide how certain animals were safe to eat even though they a) clearly scream danger, b) have such a complex way of being consumed (like crabs), or c) ARE STRAIGHT UP POISONOUS (like the pufferfish in Japan). But hey, we’re all eating them right now.

What was your favorite game as a child? I liked local games. We had langit-lupa (heaven and earth), piko (hopscotch), ice-ice water (freeze tag), Chinese garter, 10-20, and patintero. What’s the stupidest thing you've ever heard? Anything that comes out of conservative Catholics’ mouths.

What's the most random thing you've done out of boredom? It would have to be that time that I got really depressed last December and I spent all my Christmas savings meant for friends and family on a bunch of coloring books and my own set of coloring pencils. All for myself. It’s a little morbid, but whaever.  What show did your parents not let you watch as a kid? My parents were pretty liberal and weren’t too strict about shows. My mom absolutely hated Mr. Bean though because she was convinced he was the reason my brother didn’t start talking until he was like 6. She would change the channel if it was on, but she didn’t outright ban us or anything. What is your personal catchphrase? I don’t have one. What is the most pleasurable feeling that doesn't involve anything sexual? Biting into your favorite food after a whole day of not eating. What was your 'Oops, wrong person' moment? I don’t think I have one. I’d die of embarrassment. What do you find attractive that isn't considered 'normal' attraction? I really can’t bring myself to be into the muscular/buff look and don’t mind if someone is on the bigger side, is skinny, or is generelly not a gym person. What’s the dumbest thing you’ve done drunk? Fell asleep in the pool. What's your proudest moment in the bathroom? ?????? What’s something you own that gets you lots of compliments? Technically not mine, but Gabie would lend me a windbreaker-type of jacket that was very colorful. It was green, yellow, pink, basically a very bright and gay jacket. I got complimented on it EVERY SINGLE TIME I wore it by nearly every single person who passed by me in school – and I wish I was kidding lmao. She got it in Baguio for 50 pesos ($1), it’s insane. I think it was lost by another person she lent it to. A damn shame. If money was no object, where would you want to live? Canada. Who is your favourite mythological character? In the brief moment I was into mythology, I really liked the way Rick Riordan wrote Apollo to be in his Percy Jackson series. Big ol’goofball. What's something that's happened which couldn't happen at a worse time? [continued from this afternoon] > Had the sign for my gas start blinking while I was stuck in standstill traffic > Get into a car accident while finally making a turn to the gas station > Get pulled over by an officer for changing a lane and nearly hitting a car, because unbeknownst to me, the accident had closed my right side mirror, making me not see my entire right side and I almost hit the car to my right All happened within ten minutes. I was a freshman in high school and couldn’t be more terrified. Police let me go when I started having a panic attack. What is the best pickup line you've ever heard? I don’t like pickup lines. What did aging ruin for you? Dreams. What is the most hilarious thing you’ve ever heard? Idk, I’ve found a lot of things hilarious. What is the darkest thing you have seen on the internet? It would be either Don’t Hug Me I’m Scared or Too Many Cooks. What's something you really enjoy, but can't have? A regularly luxurious life. What Wikipedia article have you recently read? OMG hahaha so there were times in internship where nothing was tasked to me FOR HOURS and I would get super bored. Then I remember hearing from somewhere that Wikipedia has a whole article that’s just a list of unusual deaths that’s happened from modern history until the present, and I gobbled that shit up until I was given a responsibility. I found out more listicles they apparently had – list of last words, list of people who disappeared mysteriously, etc; read all of those too. What's a book you were made to read in school that you really liked? My #1 would have to be Without Seeing the Dawn by Steven Javellana. It’s the most honest narration of the Philippines’ Japanese occupation I’ve ever read. It’s painful to read, but it’s the beauty of it. What objective did you fail to complete this week? I told myself I was gonna start externals work for my org, but I’ve just been so burned out in the last month that I haven’t gotten around to starting yet. I definitely have to this week, though so it’s not like I’ll completely fail it. What could have gotten worse for you but it didn't? Tbh the desire to end my life? I threw in the towel by the time I was 12, but I’m still here so I guess life is doing something right.

What subject should be taught at schools, but isn't? Adulting. Like being taught about taxes, social security, insurance, documents they ask when you apply for a job, etc. I’m 21 and I know nothing about these. I didn’t even know what insurance meant until I was 20. What is the best thing about having a Significant Other? The idea of having a go-to person for everything is very comforting for me. What makes you unusually uncomfortable? Distorted sound effects. It’s probably not unusual though. What is an upcoming purchase you're excited about? It’s no longer future tense because I was finally able to find Pop-Tarts at the nearby mall! I couldn’t find it ANYWHERE in the last couple of years and I’ve been craving it for the same period of time. Then Gab convinced me to try the supermarket at the mall we went to today and we found a box of Chocolate Fudge gloriously sitting on one of the shelves. It was way more expensive than I remember it being, but I waited for so long that I just grabbed it and didn’t care about my budget anymore. What is the worst game you've ever played? The Hannah Montana game for the Wii that I had was so bad it was good. What’s the oddest thing you like to do? I don’t think I have particularly odd habits. What's the funniest news story you've seen in the past few weeks? There’s a satirical article I came across a week ago that was about how dinosaurs got extinct because they ate pineapples on pizza. It was made even more hilarious by the fact that it included a graphic of dinosaurs and there were slices of pizza with pineapples on them photoshopped into the graphic. Definitely pissed off a number of pineapple enthusiasts that day lmaaaaao. What do you really really want right now? I’m so excited to eat my Pop-Tarts but I think I should save them for tomorrow. What do you hide from people? Suicidal thoughts, because I never wanna bother anyone. What was the first sign you knew you had a crush on someone? When I actively avoided her because it hurt to see her. HAHAHAH yuck drama What's the best lemonade you've made from the lemons life gave you? Lasting long enough to create a family in the form of my orgmates. Who was your cartoon crush while growing up? Sam from Totally Spies. What's the best way to deal with religious door knockers? We don’t have that culture here but I most likely would just never open the door. What’s the most hypocritical thing you’ve ever seen or heard? A large chunk of Catholics. Who’s the most interesting person you’ve ever met? When I was still interning at my PR firm, I shadowed my supervisor in an interview that one of our clients had for that day. Our client’s representative is the biggest badass I’ve met. He’s from South Africa and was born and raised at a time when apartheid was still around. He’s white, so he was brainwashed in school to think that they were superior and for a time, he really thought his race was. Then he got to work under Nelson Mandela’s party when he was much older and that was the only time he realized how backwards that mindset was. Anyway he had Mandela’s spies stalk his ass every single day because of his background and he ultimately got shot twice. There’s loads more stories to tell but I don’t want to give him away. 

When I was watching him get interviewed he proved to have a lot of knowledge on history and current events too so that’s another plus. He was just super cool and it was a breath of fresh air to talk to a foreigner that was more aware of social situations than the average Filipino. What just doesn't impress you? Carly Rae Jepsen. What’s the worst possible way to introduce yourself? There’s no worst way; just don’t try too hard because the bullshit can be detected so easily. What makes you wish that you were born in the past or the future? How easy it was to make a living and score a job decades ago. What tragic event was coincidentally beneficial to you? My breakup. What's something people are proud of, but it doesn't impress you? ‘Miracles.’ What's the worst possible moment to go and play on a bouncy castle? Doing it with a bunch of sweaty, rowdy kids. Who is the greatest ever comedian? Not really into comedians so my recommendations might suck for some. What’s your irrational fear? Commercials at night. What's your oldest memory? Playing in a Winnie the Pooh tent when I was 3. What can you not wake up without? Checking the time. What did you think was cool when you were younger that you now think isn’t? Wristbands. What are your favourite or most memorable lines from any movie/show? “How do you like them apples?” from Good Will Hunting. What's something people love to hate? The Kardashians. What’s something that is underrated but extremely useful? Being polite.

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headcanon: ryan & lance were kinda friends in the garrison but not really but ryan had the Biggest Crush and he decided to tell lance w a letter & a rose but the day he shows up a lance's door to give it to him was the day lance disappeared. then when the paladins come back to earth, after the war & all lance is hanging out w ryan or whatever and he finds the letter & a pressed rose while looking for something else in a drawer, not knowing what it is he reads it & thats the day they get together

My apologies for this taking so long to get too!! I absolutely adored this prompt, and wanted to make it as perfect as possible. The writer’s block didn’t help not one bit, but I finally present to you the finished product! 

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He first met Lance when he was thirteen years old and still questioning who he was as a person. Well, was questioning. The moment Ryan layed eyes on the Cuban after walking into Introduction to Aviation he knew. He knew that he preferred boys over girls, because Samantha Rogers kissing his cheek didn’t make butterflies flutter like they did when Lance smiled at him after he dropped his pencil and Ryan picked it up for him.

Back then, Lance didn’t even have his infamous glo up. He was short and skinny and had a squeaky voice, but God did Ryan crush on him so hard. It was almost stalkerish, with him taking routes to classes that purposely overlapped with Lance’s just so he could get a glimpse of him. He’d sit as close to him as possible without being directly next to him in all of their shared classes, and he even found out where his dorm was purely on accident.

Despite going through the extra effort to do all of this, Ryan never gets the balls to actually have more than a four sentence conversation with him. (Even if every “Hey, did you do your homework?” did happen to make him blush like crazy. On one instance, on a free day where they didn’t have to wear uniforms, Lance complimented his shirt. “I love Naruto dude!”, Ryan would have fainted right then and there if he was a weaker boy.)

It continued on like this for four long, agonizing years. Until finally, he got sick of being lovesick. Go big or go home, his little sister would say during softball games, and that’s just what he decided to do. Just like it was straight out of some stupid love story, Ryan buys a single rose with his allowance money and writes a letter.

“My dearest Lance,” He starts, but then crosses that one out. Way too cheesy, he decides, grabbing another piece of paper and starting anew. “Lance,” Satisfied, the teenager begins to pour out everything he feels onto paper. In the end, it’s three pages long and full of nothing but rambly thoughts and cheesy metaphors, but it’s good enough for him because it’s a reflection of his raw emotion.

He feels like he’s floating as he makes his way to Lance’s dorm. There’s nothing stopping him, he’s on top of the world, and even if he gets rejected he finally, finally confessed. However, the letter never makes it to Lance. He knocks on the door, and waits. And waits. And waits. But he never does come.The following day, it’s revealed that Lance, along with a few other classmates he never bothered remembering the names to, has been deemed missing. Ryan doesn’t attend class for an entire week. In the very bottom drawer of the end table that sits rights next to his bed lays the letter, and the rose, waiting lonely and never to be read by the one he cherished so dear to his heart.

Ryan learns what heartbreak feels like at the impressionable age of seventeen. He never forgets it, and never falls in love again. Not until four years later, when he lays eyes on the sunshine boy he never could get over one more.

Lance vaguely remembers Ryan Kinkade from second period ItA. He sat next to him the whole year, yet hardly ever had a full conversation with the shy boy. He was cute, and he had braces back then too. Lance had them too, at one point when he was eight years old. Thank God they were removed before the Garrison, because they might’ve looked adorable on Ryan, but they look awfully horrendous on him. Anyways, Lance had always thought he was the king of Glo Ups before meeting the older, more mature Ryan. Hot fucking damn.

With that more than pleasing point aside, he can also recall always seeing him in the hallways, and Lance never failed to give him a polite smile. They didn’t talk, but Lance never felt an air of animosity. Only…something strange. Something he could never quite put his finger on. But he never did dwell on it, something more urgent popping into his head like planning his and Rachel’s birthday party, or begging Veronica for her notebooks from her years as a freshman Cadet.

Now, he sort of wishes he did. When Ryan suggested they hang for a little while, Lance was all on board. He loved making new friends, and he loved the idea of getting to know the stoic man a bit better. So they lazed around the other’s dorm and talked, until Ryan got a phone call from his mother and excused himself from the room for a few minutes. During that time, Lance managed to give himself a paper cut whilst thumbing through the most recent fashion magazines. (Which weren’t all that recent, seeing as that thing with the Galra happened.)

He bemoans the little cut, and searches for a box of bandaids. Had Lance previously thought about it, he might’ve realized it was a little rude to look through people’s belongings. But Lance wasn’t a thinker, he was a doer. That is, until after the doing was done, and he had time to think about his actions. And not only is Lance a doer, but he’s nosy as hell too. Having four siblings and being the technical youngest (by two minutes and twenty six seconds, but Rachel never lets it go) does that to a person.

So, of course, seeing a letter with an old, withered pressed rose would certainly insight some degree of nosiness from Lance, and seeing that the Letter was addressed to what seemed to be him did the trick. Maybe there’s a different Lance walking around the Garrison, but what are the chances? He picks it up, delicately, and notes that it was written four years ago. What was happening four years ago, for him to have a whole ass letter written for him? With a grin, he begins to read the contents with excitement.

By the end of it, Lance is no longer grinning ear to ear, rather far more flushed than he should be. Outside, he hears shuffling, and he quickly places the objects back into the drawer and nearly trips in his hurry to get back to the chair next to Ryan’s organized desk. The man in question walks in, a fond expression on his face. This causes Lance’s face to heat up even more, and he wonders what causes that look on the other’s face.

Was he reminiscing with his mom? Did she put annoying relatives on the phone with him? Lance wants to know. He realizes, quite embarrassingly, that he wants to be able to cause such soft expressions. Was he a little biased after reading that letter? Yes, he really was, but the things Ryan had to say were so sweet. He never expected it from him, and it makes his insides feel all gushy.

No one has ever said those kind of things to him before, not unless they were trying to get into his pants. And hell, he was so affection starved that half the time it worked, and he got left feeling sort of used and even more lonely than before. But he doesn’t get that vibe from Ryan. The feelings felt too raw, too genuine. And even if it was four years ago for Ryan, the letter was still in peak condition and on plain sight, even if the rose has seen better days.

Lance, very suddenly, feels guilt for reading such an intimate, private letter. And Lance, never, ever handles guilt well. So he’s going to have to suck it up and admit that he found the letter, and read it, and possibly not mention the fact that it’s caused Lance to crush on him. What a wild ten minutes it’s been.

“You okay man?” Ryan asks in that smooth, amazing voice of his. His eyes, oh god, his eyes, shift from fond to confused and concerned and Lance absolutely hates that. He hates that soon they’re going to be filled with humiliation and discontempt for Lance because he was nosy and just wanted a fucking band aid, which, by the way, he never did find,

“Yeah.” He croaks out. “Peachy. Well, not peachy.” Very not peachy, Lance thinks bitterly. Ryan raises an eyebrow.

“Care to elaborate?”

“Uh. Sure. Have a seat, my dude.” He cringes at the use of ‘my dude’ because that’s not what you say to a recently developed crush. It doesn’t seem to faze Ryan, because he easily goes it have a seat at the edge of his crisply made bed.

“All right, what’s bothering you all of a sudden?” He asks kindly when he’s settled, toned legs hidden beneath a pair of sweatpants crossed.

“I read the letter.”

Ryan doesn’t have much of a reaction, at least that’s what Lance thinks until he sees the fear painted in those beautiful eyes of his. “Oh?” The other breathes out.

“Y-yeah. I was looking for band aids and…I stumbled across it and I’m really fucking sorry for reading it, but, before you kick me out or get mad at me I just. Wanna know…do you still feel all those things? About me?” The fear is still there, but something else appears too. Lance would like to call it hope.

“Do you want the truth?” Lance bites his lip and nods hesitantly. “Yeah. I do. Never could stop feeling them, no matter how hard I tried.”

It’s his turn to breath out a soft oh. He focuses on the throbbing of the paper cut on his thumb, attempting to find the right words before he opens his mouth and blabbers something stupid. “And, what would you do if I said that I felt the same way?”

“Do you?” He tosses back at him.

Lance pauses for a moment, before speaking slowly. “…Do you want the truth?”

Ryan, who’s looked calm and composed despite his wild eyes, finally starts to break a bit. A fierce, cherry red color explodes across his lovely skin. “Yes, please.”

“Then..yeah. I do.” Lance smiles at him shyly, and Ryan looks positively shocked. “So I was wondering if perhaps, since this is all out in the open now, you’d like to go out sometime?”

Ryan stares. And stares. And stares, for what seems like forever. Maybe asking him out wasn’t a good idea, Lance thinks fearfully, until Ryan his chuckling. “You- You’re asking me out?”

“Was I not supposed to?” He asks nervously. The other’s chuckling dissolves quickly, left behind with a smile that Lance never wants to stop seeing.

“No, that’s not it at all. I just, never thought this would happen. Lance, I’d love to go on a date with you.”

“I, well. Good! That saves, like, a fuckton of awkwardness.”

Ryan nods in agreement, and stands. “C’mon, let’s go get you a band aid.”

With his finger finally treated, the two continue on talking comfortably. The air surrounding them is nice, and a content feeling bubbles up in his chest. This is the happiest he’s been in a while. He feels that maybe, this is the person he can fall in love with.

Requests are still opened! 

[punky-pinkhaired-hufflepuff]

What dose it matter? (Remus x reader x Severus?)

Back story time. You were in the same grade and year as Lily and James , Remus and Sirius, and none other then Severus Snape. While in school with them you were in the middle constantly. You were first friends with Severus and even as going far for the two of you to be a couple. Tho in reality it seemed Severus was only toying with your emotions in attempt to get over lily. But on the reverse side you were close friends with the infamous group of boys known as the marauders.

He often was angry and grumpy sometimes angsty snippy and Moody wich hurt a lot at times. And who did you run to, the marauders. Yes as much as the four of them loved to bully and pick on the one you held dear, they typically were there for you. Especially one in particular. Remus Lupin. Everyone joked that you should leave Severus for him. To that you would just laugh awkwardly because you felt it was kinda true. You and Remus had a lot more in common then you and Severus. And everytime Severus would be mean or cold to you Remus was there. Remus took you on countless late night walks to clear your mind. He would give you chocolate when you were extra sad, and his hugs were the absolute best thing in the world. You’d be lieing if you said you didn’t have at least a little bit of a crush on him.

Remus loved you, from the moment he laid eyes on you, sorting hat on your head, anxious look on your face, but then a look of pure happiness as you were sorted into (your house). As time went on you two grew closer. He was planning on asking you out sooner but Severus beat him to it. His heart broke. He didn’t hate Severus like his friends but didn’t think he deserved you or would treat you right. And when his prediction came true he was the first person to be there for you. It made picking on Severus easier for him because he now felt he deserved it for treating you poorly. Remus thought the world didn’t even deserve you, you were so pure and sweet and wonderful to him, he couldn’t get it, how someone so full of life, energy and happiness would even want to give him the time of day. It amazed him. But it was one of the things he loved most, you were unpredictable and kind to pretty much everyone. Your laugh, your smile, your eyes it all captivated him from the start.

One day however it got to much, Severus had been crule to you all day, brushing you off ignoring you, giving you snippy come backs and attitude to everything. And just as you had told him how hurt you had been feeling he told you he was busy and couldn’t talk. So you finally did it.

“I’m done Severus” you said as he was walking away from you down the hall. He stopped and turned around looking at you confused.

“it’s clear you don’t truly like me, and that I’m putting in all the effort here, and all I get back is attitude and coldness. I’m tired of it. I don’t even know why you wanted to go out with me in the first place. I think it’s best we stop this, stop the dating, stop the pretending we are a happy couple because we both know we’re not. I’m sorry I can’t be Lily. Goodbye Severus.” And with that you turned around quickly and ran off before he could say anything.

Tho as much as this might not have been what you wanted. You made Severus think to himself. Was it smart of him to use you that way, no not at all. The poor girl wanted a companion in him and all he did was hurt her. Sure it wasn’t her or his fault he was hung up on Lily. Even tho he should have taken it upon himself to build that bridge and get over it. He thought about possibly talking to you and apologiesing for how he’d been. He never realized how truly kind and wonderful you treated him. Even after how cold he could be.

You however where already in the presence of the four boys you called your friends. You sat with all of them in the Griffindor conman room, you sat in between Remus, and Sirius. As much as you didn’t want to cry over Severus it did hurt a little. They all cheered you on and said you did the right thing. The all even proposed you all go sneak out to get ice cream or something, something to help celebrate and to cheer you up. As you got up and began your adventure you noticed Remus wrapping his arms around your shoulder it was warm and conforting and he smelled nice so you didn’t mind at all. He smelled like cool spring air, old books, and chocolate obviously. The sent was sweet and wonderful and you didn’t even question the gesture now. You looked up at him and smiled.

“I thought this might help, let you know your not truly alone, and it seems pretty cold out” he said looking out the window.

“oh damn your right it seemed really cold on my way over here” you said looking out the window with him. You were looking up at the sky to the stars and he was looking out into the forest.

“do you have a jumper or anything?” He asked looking down at you rubbing your shoulder to warm you up.

“no” you pouted “I forgot it in my dorm” you said defeated he chuckled at how cute you were pouting like that.

“ah don’t worry you can use one of mine” he said ruffling the top of your head and heading into his dorm.

“are you sure Remus? I don’t want you to be cold” you called out. He came out a minute later smiling.

“nonsense I don’t want you to he cold and besides do you think I only own one jumper?” He said smiling and handing you the fuzzy jumper. You laughed realizing how silly that must have sounded and took it happily.

On your adventure you didn’t even noticed Remus holding your hand, the entire time. You didn’t mind it once you did noticed, his hand was soft yet still tough and it was warm. However before that you and him had a little bit of a flirty couple moment that didn’t go unnoticed and I’m not talking about the marauders. Severus went looking for you to apologise and caught you and the four boys sneaking out. He realised tattling on you would just make it seem like he was a jelouse sulking boy trying to get his ex girlfriend in trouble for breaking up with him. And he didn’t want that.

He fallowed you and the boys to your destination and watched the whole time without being noticed. He saw Remus holding your hand, and you wearing his jumper a mix of confusion and anger began to brew in him. He knew he still had feelings for Lily but he questioned if he was beginning to have feelings for you now. Also why was it that not a few hours ago you were his, not happily his but still his, and now here you are wrapped around Remus’s fingure. What really through him over the edge was when Remus and you began playfully fighting with each other trying to try the others ice cream. Laughing giggling being cute. Holding out your tongue lunging at each other, one false move and you two would be french kissing. However he was torn. You looked so happy smiling, giggling, he even saw a spark in your eyes. He had never noticed it before, or was it just never there until now. He felt hurt, he understood slightly that he kept you from being happy. The opposite of what one is suppose to do when in a romantic relationship. She didn’t deserve that Lily didn’t deserve that, no one would ever deserve to be put through Severus’s loveless personality. He turned back sadly.

Time went on, you all graduated. You all had your jobs your lives. You heard the news about Lily and James, and Sirius and Peter. You tried to keep in touch with Remus but it got hard. He was lost without them. He travled you travled. You never spoke to Severus after the day in the hall. He pretty much avoided you. You and Remus almost dated but lets be real here, almost only counts in horse shoes and hand gernades. However, a second chance was handed to you. Dumbledore had asked you to join an order, an order of protection for James and Lily’s son, Harry. He asked you to be a professor at the school. He assured you, you would be welcomed in with open arms and protected you would not be alone. You took the offer.

On your first day you were feeling confident. You were set to be a surprise for the other professors. Dumbledore kinda messed up and hadn’t found an actual class for you so instead made you a helper for all the other professors. You were niceley dressed (fav color) blouse and a black penciled skirt and (fav color) (heels or flats). You certainly looked far more professional then you used to. You entered the dinning hall as you heard Dumbledore introduce you as if this were an opening act.

Upon entering you noticed two particular men sitting with the professors, Severus Snape, and Remus Lupin. Both equally shoked by you, but Remus, Remus had only looked better with age, your heart did leaps and butterflies flittered in your stomach. You noticed a blush creep onto both his and Severus’s face. Severus looked annoyed and tired but still shocked. Not that you truly cared. You made your way twords the teachers table as Dumbledore continued to talk. Stating you would be moving around the school helping with any class that needed it. Rounding the table you noticed what seat was left for you,smack dab between Lupin and Severus. You smirked finding it uncanny. You waved to the students and took your seat.

“why hello there long time no see” Remus whispered smiling.

“and who’s fault is that” you giggled back.

“I believe both of ours my deer” he grinned. You giggled. It was true it takes two to tango and two to keep in touch.

“true true how ever will I make it up to you” you said over dramatically.

“how about dinner, just to catch up that is” he said jokingly with a wink. You blushed understanding his hint.

“sounds lovely” you said smiling back at him. You noticed next to you Severus becoming uneasy. He then got up and said he had some paperwork to grade and was off out of the dinning hall.

After that night you and Remus became extreamly close. You spent nights together in his professors apartment, went on plenty of dates, and even helped him through some full moon nights. You were so happy to have had a second chance with him. He was great things were great with you two. Even working at Hogwarts was pretty great. You helped out where ever you could tho you typically went and helped Remus the most. Severus usually denied your help, tho a couple of times you could see he was definitely lieing and over his head in work and thus forced your help upon him. Today was one of those days.

“Severus your dropping things all over the place please let me help you” you said rushing over to him sympathetic look painted on your face catching the ingredients for his various potions before they hit the floor.

“I told you I don’t need nor want your help” he said sternly.

“you may not want it but saying you don’t need it is bullshit” you said taking some more ingridients from his overflowing arms and hands. He sighed realizing there was no changing your mind on helping him. You smirked noting that you won. You walked with him back to his class room still carrying ingredients in your arms. You placed the ingridients on the table as he walked away twords his desk.

“thank you” he said quietly almost unable to be heard.

“what was that?” You asked making sure you heard correctly.

“I said thank you” he said sounding slightly annoyed

“no problem, anytime, it’s kinda my job ya know, typically your not suppose to denie my help but you do you” you said crossing your arms smiling, he rolled his eyes at you.

“well if that is all then you can be off now” he said turning and walking away. You were pretty tired of his attitude.

“is there a reason you hate me?” You asked crossing your arms.

“I beg your pardon?” He asked scoffing while sitting at his desk.

“you, Everytime you talk to me all I get is anger and venom and I want it to stop. Look I know we didn’t leave off on good terms bu-” you were cut off.

“didn’t leave off on good terms then you return making googly eyes at Lupin then proceed to bang his brains out” he said mocking you.

“first I’m not some slut I’m not banging his brains out, and what dose it matter to you who I’m dating?!” You yelled at him.

“because maybe I harbor feelings for you” he shouted back. “Maybe I’ve been harboring feelings for you since the day you left! You leaving made me realize what a miserable twat I was to you!” He snapped. You froze.

“What…” You whispered.

A/N: there will most likely be a part 2 possibly even a like choose your own part where there’s a lupin ending and a Severus ending not sure yet tho let me know what you tnink^^

[writing-yj]

Robin x Reader: The Bird Tattoo~Part One (Soulmate AU)

A/n: This will be somewhat of a mini series, if it turns out the way I want it to! This is the first story I’m posting; feel free to give constructive criticism.

The soulmate AU I’m using is the identical tattoo version, but with a little twist I added. 

Females get their tattoos before males do, no matter what species they are. 

The tattoos are located on the rib cage, with a little tiny date in a certain spot.

That date is the day your tattoo appears. 

When the tattoo appears, it stings for a few moments before coming into view. 

The tattoos become colorful with each interaction the soulmates have, even if they were interacting before the tattoo appears. 

The brighter, the better. 

It is not uncommon for people to hide their tattoos, although some flaunt it in hopes to find their soulmate as fast as they can.

In this case, you were thinking about the stupidity of soulmates. You hated the mere idea of it. Someone in your line of work didn’t have time to find a soulmate; most people found their soulmate in their teenage years and that’s exactly what you were. A teenager who got her soulmate tattoo a few months ago, but all you saw was a curse.

“Mockingbird? You alright?” Artemis asked you and she waved a hand in front of your face. Your eyes were very dull, and your masked face held a blank expression. It was like you weren’t there anymore, and empty shell in your place.

     Your hands still held a pencil in each, and your text book lay open in front of you. You were in the middle of teaching yourself Romanian before you became unresponsive. It was a hobby of yours, learning new languages. Your through-the-roof IQ and mental drive gave you the ability to learn a new language within a month or so.  

     However, your ability to almost perfectly mock every sound you hear (hence why they call you Mockingbird) made you an expert in manipulation and gave you the element of surprise. Although it was an amusing and useful power, it made you one of the more dangerous “sidekicks”. You preferred the word partner, but that was beside the point.

     Artemis clapped loudly in your face and it took several more minutes for you to snap out of it. When you looked up, the rest of the team was staring at you with bewilderment and concern. It wasn’t the first time this happened, but it doesn’t get any less strange. “Yeah, sorry,” you shook off the haze you were in. “I spaced out there for a bit. Got a lot on my mind, you know?” Whenever you were thinking of something you were passionate about, you tended to completely shut the real world out.

     In this case, you were thinking about the stupidity of soulmates. You hated the mere idea of it. Someone in your line of work didn’t have time to find a soulmate; most people found their soulmate in their teenage years and that’s exactly what you were. A teenager who got her soulmate tattoo a few months ago, but all you saw was a curse. Only your mentor and best friend saw your tattoo, no one else.

     And it was a gorgeous tattoo of a bird mid-flight, the size of a small peach. But you didn’t like how colorful it was. It meant you already knew them, and you must be around them a lot for the bird to be so brightly colored. It made you nervous and wary, but also flat out annoyed. You interacted with so many people in your life; it would be impossible to find the right one any time soon.

     “Didn’t know you had one...” Robin muttered, but you caught it.

     You rose from your seat and your back muscles tensed.“Oh shut up, you-”

     The Boy Wonder and Mockingbird did not get along too well. It was usually just childish bickering, snippy words, and harsh glares. At first, Robin welcomed you as a member of the team with a big smile. But that was before you found out his and Batman’s identity (he found it unfair that Batman wouldn’t let him know what yours was), and you sealed the deal when you broke into the Bat Cave to use the computer when most of the Mount Justice’s systems were down. That royally pissed Batman off, but impressed him at the same time. You didn’t set off any security alarms and no one knew you were there until Robin came down and saw you just typing away, looking at files on a seldom-known villain, The Doctor. Someone you knew all too well.

     You were quite the crafty hacker with firewalls that were stronger than the Fortress of Solitude and fingers that typed faster than the Flash himself. An exaggeration, of course, but an accurate depiction. Robin didn’t like that, either. He tried getting into your personal files more than once, but you added another firewall every time he tampered with it.

     When you were both grumpy, insults were no stranger to bystanders. While Robin jabbed at the flaws in your powers and tried to prove you wrong (that was very hard for him to do, on a good day), you didn’t hesitate to remind him that you were a little more than a year older and that you could knock him on his ass any day. You picked on his height, since you were only two inches taller, but he didn’t do it back. If someone did that to you, they’d be pinned to the floor with their arms twisted behind their back.

     “Ladies, settle down,” Wally got between you and Robbin and he held his hands up. “You’re both pretty. But we have a more important matter at hand.” His grin confused you, but then you rolled your eyes. “Robin’s getting his soulmate tattoo next week!”

     It was all Wally and M’gann talked about. They didn’t have their tattoos yet, no one else but you did, but they were excited to witness a soulmate tattoo appear in person. All the fuss disgusted you, but you let it be. Mostly.

     Artemis took her place beside you. “Yeah, in a week. Let’s wait a few days before you guys start planning an unnecessary party.’ Artemis’ views on soulmate tattoos were similar to yours, but not identical. You both didn’t like how much of a big deal people made it, but she acknowledged that getting the tattoo was a special moment.

     “I still think you’re salty that I’m getting mine before yours.” Robin grinned behind his sunglasses. 

     Wally frowned and pouted at his words. “You’re like, the youngest one here and you’re going to be the first one on the team with a tattoo! That’s not fair at all!” Ah yes, you neglected to tell them you got yours around a month ago; that’s how much you didn’t care for it.

     You sat down with a smirk and put your legs up on your table, crossing your arms. Artemis was one of the few people who knew you had your tattoo, and one of the two who have actually seen it. She smirked as well, and the others found it odd.

     “Why are you smiling like that?” Conner asked and he eyed you two warily.

     Kaldur briefly cocked his head before asking, “Have you two gotten your tattoos already?” He wasn’t jealous that he didn’t have his soulmate tattoo, not at all, just curious as to how the whole system worked.

     Artemis chuckled. “Oh, I don’t have mine yet. And I’m not telling you when I’m getting it.” 

     All eyes were trained on you as you waited for the question to come. Who was going to ask it was the real mystery. You looked up at the ceiling and thought about who your soulmate was going to be. You might not have been keen on the concept, but you were still curious.

     “No way,” Megan squealed. “You have your tattoo already!?”

     You shrugged. “Yeah, I got it about a month ago. It’s a pretty cool looking tattoo, if you ask me.”

     “It really is, I haven’t seen one like yours before.” Artemis chimed in, and that made most of the team jealous. You told her and not them? Hell, you showed her your tattoo and not them?!

     Wally was astounded. “W-wait, you’ve had yours for a month!?” he exclaimed, but it came out as a complaint.

     “You want some cheese with that whine?” You taunted, and Artemis gave you a high five for your comment. “It’s not like I have an obligation to announce a ‘new chapter’ in my life to everyone I know. My tattoo is my business, and I’ve decided to keep it that way.”

     “Can we see it, oh mysterious one?” Robin asked sarcastically.

     “No.” You said in Batman’s voice. Everyone briefly looked around and realized it was you, which was followed by some giggles. Even Conner found it amusing when you mocked Batman’s voice; you could say anything you wanted and anyone would think it’s the Bat himself. 

     Robin, however, couldn’t give a care in the world. He convinced himself that there was no way you could be his soulmate, so there was one thing he could be glad about.

A/n: I have no idea how many parts this series will have, so stay tuned for part two!

[springarms]

"Are you okay?" with nincobra? Thank you :)

ur really speaking my language with this one anon. thank u for submitting this you angel

Ninjara sighed, rubbing his tired, blurry eyes with a palm as he listened to the hum of the coffee maker. School has kept him stressed lately with midterms coming up, not to mention the massive expectations of his family weighing him down like sacks of birdshot; he’d stayed up for 3 days straight now, sparring and practicing martial arts moves on the balcony at hours in the morning he knew no one was up at, and staring at small letters on dozens of pieces of sheetwork for so long the letters looked like they pulsated and melted together when he tried to read them. He never slowed down, keeping up the steady pace of work like a finely tuned machine and not batting an eye when he was so tired he felt moments away from his entire body shutting down from lack of energy. He felt guilty even taking a minute away from his studies to make himself coffee to give him the caffeine spike he so desperately needed. He hated himself for needing sustenance. He knows he could do better than this. His bloodshot green eyes flitted back and forth, examining the marble finish on the counter until the shrill beep of the coffee maker broke his train of thought. He sighed deeply, reaching for a mug from the cabinent to pour himself a glass. He disregarded the cream, the milk and the sugar; he drank it black, almost as punishment for going off task.He fixed his messy green hair back into a ponytail to keep it out of his eyes, taking a short sip of his joe as he made his way back to the couch where his work was waiting for him on the coffee table. He sighed, picking up the pencil laid on the stack of paper and immediately getting back to work. He was encompassed in the words for a while until he heard a familiar, tired groan coming from the bedroom, along with clumsy footsteps following shortly behind. Kid Cobra yawned as he slugged into the kitchen, crossing his arms and putting his elbows onto the counter. His eyes flicked towards the coffee, already made, to his contentment. “Ah..for me? You know my ssschedule too well, hunbun…” He chuckled, his voice growly and low, like he normally sounded when he wakes up. Ninjara reddened, laughing quietly. “Yes…I’m such a good boyfriend, right..?” Ninjara sighed, running a hand through his hair as his eyes trailed back onto the page. Kid Cobra was pouring himself a mug of coffee, his heterochromatic eyes watching the ninja carefully. He looked sullen. Sleep deprived, for sure. Kid Cobra frowned, his forked teal tongue flicking out as he made his way swiftly into the living room, where Ninjara was. He sat his coffee down onto the table, going behind Ninjara and stroking through his messy green hair with a free hand. “..Up again with schoolwork, yeah? You okay? You’re always so busy…Ninja College is a hell of a lot more work than I thought it’d be. Wish you could get some sssleep.” The snake huffed, anxiety lacing his voice. Ninjara quickly picked up on that. “Do not worry about me, Cobra. I’m completely fine…It’s just midterms, is all. I’m always swamped with schoolwork during midterms. Once this is over, maybe I’ll be able to get a few hours of rest…” Ninjara was slurring his words, his eyes glazed over and dull in color. Kid Cobra knew when he was lying. “…You haven’t slept for days, Jara,” He began, hopping over the couch to sit beside him. “I know how tired you are…I’m worried. Worried about you. This ninja shit is stressin’ you out so much.” Kid Cobra’s pupils slitted as he emphasized the last word. “I know you’re doing this because of your family, too. Y-you…you wanna impress them, make them happy..well, who..w-who gives a fuck about meeting expectations if you’re suffering like this? Do..do they even care?” He lowered his eyes, hissing as his cobra hood flared out. His fists were tightly clenched. That’s how you knew he was getting worked up. Ninjara put a hand on his shoulder, eyes diverting from him so he didn’t have to look him in his. “…Cobra, please. I’m..I’ll be fine. I’m doing it because…because I want to, okay?” Cobra sighed shakily, grabbing his hands. Ninjara flinched. “Ninjara, you’re lying. You don’t have to lie to me. I just…I want you to be happy. And I know that this Ninja College shit ain’t doing that for you. I just..” Cobra paused as tears pricked at the edges of his eyes. “I want to be able to help. I feel…so helpless, and every s-single time you tell me not to worry, I worry. You go into everything you do alone, not asking anyone for help…c-can’t you trust me to help?” Cobra stuttered as fat tears rolled down his cheeks. Ninjara never saw him like this, the gravity of the situation causing him to tear up, too. “I…I’m sorry. You never tell me the way you feel about things. I never knew that it effected you so much.” Cobra sniffed, raising his head and looking his love in the eyes. “You? Sorry? You ssshouldn’t be sorry for anything. You work day and night, just to appease your shitty parents who threw you to the dogs when you were old enough to walk and taught you that you weren’t fucking good enough for anything unless you did everything perfect. You can’t ever take a break because you’re afraid you’re going to be going againsssst what they would’ve wanted…” Cobra chuckled, shaking his head and looking his boyfriend in his tired eyes. He pulled him in gently by his hands, putting his palms under his cheeks and kissing him on his lips. His hands trailed down to his shoulders, pulling him closer so he could feel his warmth. Ninjara melted in his scaly embrace, closing his eyes, savoring the moment they were sharing. They stayed like that for what felt like forever, until Kid Cobra pulled away and looked him in the eyes. Ninjara was tomato-faced and desperately wanting to close the gap back up between them, but did the same. “….I love you, so, so much. I know it takes time to write over what you’ve been taught for, w-well, basically your whole life, but…“ Kid Cobra still kept his arms around Ninjara, sighing as tears rolled down his face, smiling at Ninjara halfheartedly. “..But, we can change that together. Right after we get some sleep. You’ve got a big day tomorrow, with standardized testing n'junk, sssso…can y'promise me, just for tonight, you’ll get a few hours of sleep?” Cobra gave that cheeky smile that Ninjara loved so much, making the ninja chuckle. “…Ah, Cobra…just for you, alright?” The snake snickered, giving him a peck on the forehead. “Heh, alright, then. I saved a spot just for you, alright?” Cobra got up and grabbed his and NInjara’s mugs of now lukewarm coffee, placing them on the kitchen counter so he could pour them out later. Ninjara basically dashed into the bedroom, desperate to get some sleep. It felt like heaven on earth to wedge himself between the comforter and the sheets after days of not being able to stop working. Kid Cobra walked in, rolling his shoulders before he got into bed beside him. Kid Cobra sighed, giving his boyfriend a drowsy ‘good night, love you’ before nearly passing out as soon as his head hit the pillow; Ninjara chuckled, giving him a ‘good night’ back. He stared at the ceiling for a while, looking over at the snoring Kid Cobra that slept soundly beside him. He glanced over his overtly reptilian features, giving a soft smile in thought. The man leaned over to him, planting a gentle kiss on his cheek.

“Love you too.”

hope you like this! im really happy with how this came out tbh.

-mod biff

[tisfan]

All American Road Trip

Chapter One: Get out the Map

Chapter Two: A (very) Little Legroom

She weren't much to look at, she weren't much to ride She was missing a window on her passenger side The floorboard was patched up with paper and tar But I really was something in my old yellow car

An American boy with his hands on the wheel Of a dream that was made of American steel Though the seats had the smell of a nickel cigar I really was something in my old yellow car

--My Old Yellow Car, Dan Seals

Steve decided to take the package in the best possible light. It was either that, or go back on the warpath.

He’d almost tripped over it on his way out of the room, just one of those plain Fed Ex boxes, except he knew for a fact that delivery services weren’t allowed past the front door, so someone had brought it to his door and left it without knocking.

Steve would think that Stark had done it, except that he also couldn’t imagine Stark delivering a package like an errand boy.

Steve tore the slider open and dumped out:

Three Stark Industries ball caps in pale blue Three pairs of sunglasses (one pair of mirrored aviators, one tortoise shell horn-rimmed, and one pair of Tom Fords with a double bridge and green lenses: someone had left the price tags on all of them and Steve was not surprised to realize that the three pairs had run almost a grand. Which made crushing them in his hand out of the question) One ancient flip phone with a single number in the contacts list

A handwritten note:

You’ve always had a Stark backing your play. Call if you need anything. -T

He tucked the phone into his suitcase. He’d packed enough clothes for a week and planned stops to do laundry. Basic toiletries. Sketchbooks and a pack of charcoal pencils.  

The door behind him opened and Bucky slumped into the room. He was wearing several layers; since coming out of cryo in Wakanda, Bucky had always seemed to be cold. He wore tee shirts and henleys in layers, topped out with a sweatshirt or hoodie. And always gloves; he hated people staring at his metal arm. And they always stared. It was hard not to.

Steve often wondered what the fuck Hydra was thinking when they put a shiny metal arm that whirred and whined when it moved on an assassin. It was the first damn thing Steve had noticed about the Winter Soldier when they had their rooftop chase. He’s strong, he’s fast. He has a metal arm.

(more under the break, or read the whole thing at A03)

Bucky had a backpack slung over one shoulder; not the one Steve had seen before, that had gotten confiscated back during that whole fiasco before Zemo triggered the Winter Soldier. After quite a lot of fighting and legal finagling, Bucky’d gotten his notebooks back, but the backpack itself was gone. This was a new one. There didn’t seem to be very much in it.  

“You got another suitcase, Buck?” Steve asked.

Bucky shook his head, wasting no motion; left, right, back to center. “Card,” he said, shortly. He flipped through a simple leather billfold and held up a silver credit card, pinched between two fingers.

“What is that?”

“Hydra safe monies,” Bucky said. Seemed to recognize that it wasn’t enough information. “For Assets on extended missions. Tied to independent bank accounts in neutral countries. Untraceable. No one left alive to look for the money.”

Steve bit the inside of his cheek. Bucky had been supposed to have turned over all Hydra information, as part of the agreement to let him back into the country, to reinstate him as a United States citizen, to have him listed as the country's most long-surviving prisoner of war. Star… probably would want to know about this.

Steve wasn’t going to tell him.

“So, what’s the plan?”

“Buy new clothes when I need ‘em,” Bucky said. “Less to pack. Less to lose if we have to run. Possession slow you down.”

Steve didn’t shake his head, but he wanted to. “You’re not an Asset any more,” he said.

Bucky didn’t quite shrug, but he made a quick head tilt that said we’ll see about that.

“So what’s in the bag?”

“Energy bars. Notebook. Guns.”

“Buck, we don’t--”

“Rather have ‘em and not need ‘em than bring a knife to gunplay, Stevie,” Bucky said. He reached for the ballcaps on Steve’s table, his fingers stopping as they hovered. “These for us?”

“Yeah,” Steve said. He couldn’t help the quick grin, because Bucky pulled the blue cap on right away and slid the round sunglasses over his eyes. Between that and the beard, he didn’t much look like the pictures of the Winter Soldier that had been all over the newspapers last year. Maybe Stark wasn’t being one hundred percent a dick. Just… ninety percent. With a dash of sarcasm.

“Come on, then, let’s go get Sam and get started.”

And I was standin' on the side of the road Rain fallin' on my shoes Heading out for the east coast Lord knows I've paid some dues Gettin' through Tangled up in blue --Tangled up in Blue, Bob Dylan

“You have got to be kidding,” Sam said. He was going to break his skull before this trip was over.

“What? I could afford it and I can drive it,” Steve said.

Sam opened his mouth and nothing came out but a strangled squawk. He closed his eyes, opened them. Nope, still there. “It’s an Opel Kadett.” Seriously, seriously, Steve, did you just not think this through at all? “You just don’t learn, do you? And that color, that is--”

“We won’t lose it in a parking lot.” Steve walked around the back of the bright, lime green car and popped the trunk. “You coming, or not?”

“You couldn’t have at least gotten a four door?” Sam started to throw his bag in the back, then stopped, staring --”Is that a tent? Are you seriously planning on camping on this trip?”

Steve shrugged. “Just in case we can’t get a hotel. Or you know, we want to stargaze.”

“You--” Sam pointed a finger at Barnes. “Get in the back.”

“Why?”

“Because you didn’t stop his crazy ass from buying a car from the freaking seventies. You gotta improve, man. Can’t just be Cap’s bitch for the rest of your life.”

Barnes scowled, but pushed the passenger seat forward and climbed into the back. Sam slid into the passenger seat. He could already feel Barnes’ knees digging into the back of the seat. Yeah, this was goan be so much fun.

“Here, you get to be navigator,” Steve said. He dumped a handful of maps and booklets in Sam’s lap. “I traced out a basic route and tagged a few places of interest to get us started.”

“I have a GPS, man,” Sam protested, juggling the papers that Steve had shoved at him.

“No GPS,” Steve said.

“What is it with you, grampa,” Sam exclaimed.

Steve took a deep breath, shoved the key in the ignition and brought the car to life with a decidedly unimpressive rumble. “I don’t--”

“He thinks Stark is tracing our phones,” Barnes piped up from the back.

“Wouldn’t put it past him, at any rate,” Steve muttered, shoving his hand through his hair. The man was so stupidly tall in the driver’s seat that the tips of his hair were brushing the ceiling. He had the seat slid way back to make room for his ridiculously long legs.

“So what’s your great plan for dealing with that? You know it just pings off the cellphone towers, right?” Sam asked, crossing his arms over his chest. He was going on a road trip and he wasn’t even going to get to play Angry Birds? How was that even fair?

“When we stop tonight, I’ll put our phones in a priority mail box and send them back to ourselves. We can get them when we come back.”

“Dude, you are paranoid,” Sam accused.

“Not paranoid enough,” Barnes said. “This car is gonna be easy to spot. I’ll sweep it after we settle, but the fuckin’ traffic cams’ll have us at least until flyover states.”

“Okay, so Steve’s the amatuer tin-foil hat wearing freak here, and you’re the conspiracy theory expert. What’s that make me?” He was not playing therapist to two supersoldiers with delusions of adequacy, really, he was not. Sam’s mom didn’t raise no fools, and the worst foot to get off on would be to let them start dismissing his opinions. Not that they were wrong; it was the sort of thing Stark would do.

Stark was ten times more paranoid than Barnes and he had good reason to be. Rate of exchange on successful trust extended experiments for the man had discouraging results. Sam would have felt more sorry for the guy if his keeping information close to the vest hadn’t cost them all so very much. It wasn’t even really the guy’s fault; Stark just assumed that the people around him were either bright enough to figure it out on their own, or stupid enough to not need to know. Sam wasn’t sure how Stark had figured him.

Still, Stark was probably tracking them. Just because Ross was out of the picture didn’t mean there weren’t other government agencies who wanted to keep a discreet eye on Cap and his buddy. (Sam was often forgotten, a circumstance that would have annoyed him more if he hadn’t been eager to fly under the radar.)

Not to mention, if something dire happened, Stark would want to be able to pick them up for immediate deployment. Forty days, Sam directed a prayer up to his main man, Jesus Christ. As long as you were in the Desert; let the Avengers be unnecessary, just for that long, okay man?

Barnes nudged the back of Sam’s seat. “Turn the radio on,” he said.

Sam twisted the dial -- Christ, this thing didn’t even have a plug in for an MP3 player, he was going to have to manually tune -- and the first station that came on was Friday’s custom mix that broadcast in a limited range around the compound.

Highway to Hell by AC/DC pumped through the speakers, which were surprisingly good. Sam closed his eyes, felt the music coming at him from all directions.

“We aren’t starting our trip on this Tony Stark theme music shit.”  Steve punched one of the silver radio buttons, changing over to a squelch of static. From there, he twisted the knob until he settled on a local R&B station.

And I find it kinda funny I find it kinda sad The dreams in which I'm dying Are the best I've ever had I find it hard to tell you I find it hard to take When people run in circles It's a very, very mad world, mad world --Mad World, Gary Jules

Took less than twelve minutes to do a complete analysis of the structural capacity of Steve’s chosen vehicle, its performance ratios, and come to the conclusion that they were likely to have their first breakdown within three thousand miles. Based on Steve’s map, they’d probably achieve total failure within eight thousand miles.

Didn’t matter. He patted his pocket. Hydra had plenty of money. He’d made the suggestion of a newer, more reliable vehicle after Steve had come to the emotionally crushing conclusion that he was not very good at planning.

He also wasn’t very good at driving. Who the fuck ever gave that man a driver’s license?

Steve’s driving was almost as terrifying as facing down an entire squad of SHIELD agents. Which made him want to kick something. He settled for tapping the fingers of his left hand against the door handle. Click. Click click click. Click. Click click click click.

Click. Click. clickclickclick.

That was amusing. He watched as Wilson’s shoulders got tighter with each drumming roll of metal fingers against the cheap plastic door handle.

Right before Wilson was ready to turn around and yell, he stopped tapping for a while. Five minutes. Eight and a half.

Click. Click. clickclickclickclick.

The backseat was claustrophobic. He’d had cryo-tubes that were more spacious. Okay, that was exaggerating. But at least the cryo-tubes had been designed to fit his body appropriately. He wasn’t smashed into a tiny bench seat with an uncomfortable bump in the middle, legs spread wide to have one leg in each footwell in order to not bruise his knees with the backs of the seats in front of him.

The center seat belt didn’t fit around his midsection and the other two cramped him into one side of the bench or the other. He wasn’t wearing one. Safety be damned. He’d like to have two functioning legs at the end of the day.

He computed his trajectory, if Steve had to slam on the brakes suddenly. He could probably catch the steering wheel on his way by, but it wasn’t likely to slow his ejection from the vehicle and it would leave Steve the difficulty of not being able to control the car. Which probably wouldn’t hurt Steve all that much, but Steve might be upset if something happened permanent-like to Wilson.

Click.

The prime solution was to let Wilson drive; his legs were shorter and even though he was completely pushed back as far as he could while riding shotgun, he’d have to scoot forward to drive.

Which would allow him to sit behind the driver’s side and use the damn seat belt.

Click. click.

He dug around in the bag behind Steve’s seat. Food and a couple cans of soda. That wasn’t going to hold for long. Also, did Steve not know that people had invented insulated coolers in the meanwhile? Warm Coke. Yuck.

Didn’t matter. He was hungry. He ripped the top off a packet of trail mix; dried fruits, nuts, rolled oats, chocolate. It was terrible, but high in calories for the double handful he poured into his mouth. Based on his calculations, he and Steve would go through this batch of nutrients before the vehicle had even gone through three quarters of its petrol.

Man with a plan, my muscular buttocks.

One might have supposed Steve would keep track of his own caloric needs. Then again, Steve never did think things through. He never had, scrappy little punk. All he’d started with in his life was two fists and a pile of anger. He’d channeled into righteous rage, but the rest of it? His health, his well being, where his next meal was coming from. That had been all Bucky Barnes and Howard Stark.

Idiot.

Click. Click click click. “Would you knock that off?” Wilson finally gave up, twisted in his seat to glare.

“Mmm.” He grunted. Not an answer. The tiniest of smiles twitched up the side of his mouth.

Eighty seconds later, he started bouncing his leg, vibrating his knee against Wilson’s seat.

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[fluffy-wooxiao]

bedroom warfare | kim wooseok (wooshin) UP10TION

Inspired by "Bedroom Warfare" by One OK Rock.

Genre: Angst

Word Count: 1081 words

Written By: Mik (@bangtention)

Author's Note:

Before reading this, this imagine takes place in Korea, so the characters are actually talking in Korean the whole time except the bolded dialogue. Please enjoy my One OK Rock inspired imagine for Up10tion's beautiful visual, Kim Wooseok ヽ(*・ω・)ﾉ

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 Keep your enemies close.

 The one rule I followed by my whole life. Keep your friends close, and your enemies closer. But, I fell in love with my enemy. It went against all my rules.

 I glared at the seat in front of me. Why did it have to be you of all people? His expressionless, yet somehow beautiful face that annoyed the living hell out of me. How can someone be so attractive without trying? I groaned. Why did it have  to be me that fell for you?

 "Y/N!"

 "What?" I asked my older brother, Minsoo.

 "Stop staring at him and just ask him out already," he rolls his eyes.

 "Who?"

 "Come on don't play dumb, I've known you since you were born. You like him don't you?"

 "Uh, no thank you. There is no way in hell," I say turning my head to stare out the window.

 What is that I'm so attracted to him about?

 I sigh again. What am I going to do.

 |-|

 Heading towards the room where my brother and the rest of his group mates decide to practice in. I sat on the edge of the make-shift counter we made out of the old desks the were piled in this room before we cleaned it out and replaced the walls with mirrors. I sat there with my textbooks out, trying to concentrate on my homework while the other 10 males in the room were practicing.

 I suddenly heard U-Kiss and I look up. There was only one guy dancing, the other nine were sitting along the wall resting, out of breath. "Am I That Easy" was blasting through the speakers. His voice suddenly enveloped me, almost as if it was calling out to me. A wave of emotions crashed through me, making me feel as if I had been the one playing with his feelings. I found it overwhelming. I never even understood what I was looking at. It was only dancing and singing, but somehow it made me fall head-over-heels for him. For the second time. The sad thing was I didn't even know it happened.

 The song ended and Wooseok took a deep breath before trudging over towards the wall and collapsing. I snapped out of my trance, Minsoo shaking his head and smirking at me. I groaned. Why couldn't he be like other older brothers and avoid hooking me up with people? I focus once again on my homework, so at least I could lessen the weight I have to carry back home. The amount of homework today felt like I was carrying a pile of bricks in my bag. Textbooks are that heavy.

 "What are you doing?" Wooseok says from the side of me.

 "What do you think I'm doing Wooshin?" I say.

 "Homework?"

 "Yes, Captain Obvious. I am in fact doing homework, go back to practice," I say, partially frustrated at the difficulty of the homework and partially frustrated for having him next to me.

 "Practice is over and you look like you're having trouble, do you need me to tutor you?" He points out.

 As much as I wanted to refuse, I really needed the help. I nodded and texted Minsoo I was getting help from a classmate (though I didn't tell him who, he wouldn't let me hear the end of it if I told him I was getting help from Wooseok). We walked towards his house, which wasn't that far from the school, but it did seem like an eternity due to the tension in the air, although I couldn't point out what it was about.

 Entering his house the first thing I noticed was the amount of pictures that decorated the walls. He was an only child, I should have expected that much. Internally laughing at a certain picture of said male with a ruined cake in front of him, a face-full of icing and the cheekiest grin, I followed Wooseok to his room, which not surprisingly, was clean and organized. His textbooks were all perfectly aligned by subject, his desk for the most part, was empty except for a stack of blank papers and container that help pencils and various colors of pens.

 "Just set your bag anywhere," he said, placing his bag on a rack that was attached to the wall, "So you need help with English?"

 I nodded.

 "I'm not the  best at English but I'm pretty fluent at it. What are you working on?"

 "Holding up a conversation."

 "Ah. So do you understand me?"

 "A little. I'm not that fluent yet." I respond.

 "Why do you not like me?" He asks.

 "Is there a reason why I should like you?" I say, abandoning the idea of English again.

 "Is there a reason why you hate me?" He throws back.

 "Yes. It is a perfectly valid reason," I say turning away from him, huffing loudly.

 "And that is?"

 "Why should I tell you, Wooshin?" I say.

 "Stop it."

 "What?"

 "Stop calling me Wooshin! My name is Wooseok and you know that."

 "What's so wrong with calling you Wooshin?! You said yourself you wanted to be called that! That's why everyone else agreed with it when you wanted it to be your stage name!" We were both yelling by now, and I knew it was a stupid reason, but I needed to release all the feelings I had for him. I was fuming, and I was so mad at him for existing. For making me fall in love with him.

 "Because I like you." He says, reverting back to English.

 Sadly, those words weren't part of my vocabulary range.

 "What?"

 "Nothing, never mind."

 "Wooshin!"

 "My name is Wooseok."

 "You said you liked Wooshin, so that's what I'm calling you!"

 "I hate it when you call me that."

 "Why?"

 "Dammit Y/N, it's because I like you!" He yells.

 "W- What?"

 "I like you. Why don't you understand that? How can you be so dense. . . You don't notice the way I look at you. All you do is shove me away don't you know how much it hurts?"

 I was taken aback. After all this time. . . He had liked me back?

 "Wooseok. . ." I say.

 He chuckles, a little too darkly for my taste.

 "It's fine. I know you can't like me back. Let's get back to studying, okay?"

 "No. We need to talk about that."

 "We don't. You hate me, it's not going to happen."

 Yeah it never will.

 |-|

 Author's Note:

Pretty angsty imagine right? I'm not sure if I should do a part 2, should I? Anyway please like this post and follow this account, my partner-in-crime (and tumblr) is currently working on something, so please look forward to that. The mobile and desktop masterlist is linked here <---

[theskymahtin]

Pretty

Pairing: Solangelo

Summary:  Nico has never felt quite right-- he's always liked pretty things and he's always been afraid to express himself. And Will wants to fix that.

Word Count:  1,989

Warnings: unsupportive parents/brief mention of homophobia.

Memories are always just a little on the blurry side.

When Nico looks back, he's always surprised by what seems to be the most clear and what his brain decided to smudge out. He finds that, usually, whatever it was about that particular moment that made him feel something, that's what appears to be the most distinct in his mind's eye.

In the second grade, he'd fallen down a flight of stairs. When he thinks about it, he sees the tile rushing up to meet him, he feels his stomach drop, he remembers lying at the bottom on his back, gasping for breath and being so in shock that for several long seconds he could not even cry.

In the seventh, he'd stood in front of one of his best friends, his hands shaking and his heart thudding like a death march, and had told him about his crush, that he liked him. He remembers watching the smile slip from his friend's face, he remembers him taking a slow step backward. He does not remember if the other boy had uttered anything at all, but he remembers the feeling that settled in the pit of his stomach, he remembers the expression on his friend's face.

And when he was much, much younger, before he'd even gotten past preschool, he'd sat on the bathroom sink in one of his sister's dresses, and she'd told him, her voice deathly serious, that he had to keep absolutely still or else this wouldn't work. But with a makeup brush dusting over his cheeks, Nico had found this nearly impossible; he'd giggled the entire time and stuck his tongue out when Bianca chided him.

Nico doesn't remember what he'd looked like afterward, but he can only assume that it had been something akin to a clown. Bianca was, after all, only a year older than him. He seriously doubts that she'd known how to correctly apply an eighth of the stuff she was playing with.

He does, however, recall that they'd been having a pretend tea party in her room later and their father had come home to find them. He remembers jumping up and running to greet him just like he always did. And he remembers the horrified look on his father's face, remembers him demanding that he take a bath immediately and get rid of the stuff and he remembers coming back later to find that Bianca's cheeks were stained with tears and her telling him that they could not play dress-up anymore.

And he remembers being confused and sad. Feeling just a bit hollow because he hadn't known what he'd done wrong.

Just a few weeks later, he'd snuck into Bianca's room and pulled out the dress. And then he'd hauled himself up onto the bathroom sink and covered himself in his mother's old makeup (she'd died before he was born and now Nico thinks that maybe that was why his father was so harsh), made faces and laughed at himself in the mirror. He remembers most clearly, his father looking at his older sister and uttering defeatedly, "Look what you've done to him."

And it's not just that, he thinks that maybe he could have looked past the disdain of his father if everyone else were not the same. If he didn't get made fun of at school for playing with girl's toys or if he hadn't gotten strange looks at daycare when he'd delved into the girl's dress-ups.

So, that's what he's thinking about, standing in the middle of JC Penny's and staring down at a short red dress. Because he still likes pretty things. He always has. For twenty-two years, he's adorned himself in all black--just plain t-shirts and jeans and tennis shoes--and stood in front of his bedroom mirror, never feeling quite like himself, never being confident in his appearance, and trudged out into the world despite it. Feeling sick and wrong and hating who he is. (He's already gay, he can't let his father down another time.)

"That's pretty."

He jumps and whips around so fast that he's just a bit dizzy. It takes his eyes a few seconds to fully focus on Will's features. He's grinning, his head tilted to the side just slightly and his hands buried in the pockets of his jeans.

Nico's cheeks are burning. "Oh, this?" He lifts the dress in a way that's too jerky and stiff to be casual. He's fighting to keep his voice level. He's not very sure at all that he's being even remotely successful. "I was. . . just wondering if Bianca might like this. You know, for Christmas."

Will's eyebrows dart upward, "Oh? Well, yeah. . . I think that she would." There's something in his expression. It's too tight. Nico is almost certain that Will doesn't believe him, that somewhere deep inside, he's just as disgusted as his father had been all of those years ago.

He just gives him a forced smile and declares that he'll buy it for her, then. Will doesn't make any further comments. It's only when they get back to their apartment that Nico realizes that the dress might not even be Bianca's size.

-

Three weeks later, they're sitting in their living room and Bianca is opening the gift. And she does love it, practically tackling Nico in a hug and declaring that he's always had better fashion sense than anyone she knows.  And Nico is smiling, but Will knows him, and he sees that it's just a little bit forced, that he looks away quickly at Bianca's compliment and his jaw tightens just the slightest bit. That he looks just a little bit sad, maybe even wistful.

So, when the party has ended and everyone has cleared out, Will tells him to sit back down on the couch and then carries out a white clothing box and sits down next to him, braces his hands down on it and lets out a nervous breath. "This is your actual gift, but I didn't want to give it to you in front of everyone because I. . . Well, I didn't want to embarrass you and I'm. . . I'm still not even sure if I'm right about this whole thing."

He meets Nico's gaze. It's troubled, he looks just as nervous as Will feels, but pulls the box from Will's lap onto his own and slowly lifts the lid off, places it to the side. He just stares for a moment, and then reaches in, like he almost doesn't believe it, and lifts the clothes out one by one.

First, an over-sized sweater. Cream-colored and delicately crocheted.

Second, a floral-print pencil dress with shoulderless sleeves.

Next, pastel pink skinny jeans.

And last, a simple, loose, dark gray t-shirt with maroon stripes.

Nico just sits, clutching the garments in his hands, and stares for what seems like hours.

Will's hands are clamped together, his brows tied in a tight knot. "We can take them back. . . I. . . I just saw how you were looking at that dress the other day, Nico. And I've seen you look at things like that before and I just thought-- but you don't have to take them."

When he finally looks up, Will realizes that he's crying.

"Will, I love them." His voice is shaky and waterlogged. When he finishes speaking, he sobs quietly, clutches the clothes tighter to his chest.

Will reaches out and urges him forward until Nico is snuggled into him, his head resting on his shoulder, and wraps his arms around him, presses his face into his hair. "What's wrong, Nico?"

Nico laughs shakily, "Nothing. Nothing at all. I just--" He pauses to sniffle and gasp, press his face into Will's soft shirt, "No one has ever. . . No one has ever told me that this is okay."

"Of course, it's okay, Nico. You can wear whatever you want. Be whoever you want to be. I just want you to be happy and if this is what is going to make you happy then you can sure as hell bet that I'll be here to back you up." He's grinning, Nico can feel it against his scalp, and it makes him smile too.

"Thank you," Nico whispers. It's so quiet, almost reverent. Will has to take a few seconds to just close his eyes and breathe. Just push his fingers through Nico's hair and listen to his shaky breaths and know that he loves him.

After several long, drawn-out moments, Will pulls back slowly and gently lifts Nico's chin. "Do you think you're trans? Because that's okay too."

Nico smiles at him, laughs because he's relieved and elated and he can't believe that he got someone this good to love him so much. "No. No, I just. . . I like pretty things." He blushes and looks away, bites his lip.

Will grins, "Well, that's fitting."

Nico's brows draw together and his lips twitch, "Why?"

"Because you're pretty." Will cups his face in his hands, brushes his lips over Nico's nose and then his chin, "You're beautiful."

Nico is just staring now. Openly, blatantly staring. "You really think so?"

"God, yes." He says it like he can't understand why Nico doesn't believe him, like it's completely obvious and truer than daylight or wind or love itself. It makes Nico's heart break. So he leans forward and pushes their lips together, drags Will as near to him as he can possibly be, and kisses him until they're both a little breathless.

Will pulls away first, just so that he can nudge their noses together and murmur, "You should try them on for me."

Nico grins and jumps up, runs off to the bathroom without any further prompting. Will can't stop smiling, he's never seen him this content. (And he did that, it's the best feeling in the world.)

Nico comes out a few minutes later, having pulled on the sweater and the pants. He has his arms wrapped around himself, is almost caving inwards. He looks nervous, hopefull, biting his lip and giving Will a hesitant smile.

Will is gawking. He pushes himself up off the couch slowly and walks forward, his eyes sweeping over Nico's form. The sweater is slipping off one of his shoulders (revealing the clear-cut and delicate line of his collarbone) and he's made sweater paws, so Will is a little more than slightly enamored with him.

Will reaches him and takes hold of his arms gently, pulls them around himself and slips one of his own arms around Nico's waist, cups his jaw with his other hand. Just stands and looks at him.

"Do I look okay?" Nico says. Breathlessly, like Will's answer will change everything. And, maybe, in some ways, it would.

Will laughs, "Are you kidding?" He kisses him, soft and sweet, because he feels like he needs to. And then he trails a few more down his jaw, drops one on his neck and then two or three on his exposed shoulder, just because he can. Buries his face in the crook of Nico's neck and holds him close, "You look fantastic."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah."

"I don't think I'll wear them in public just yet. . . I. . . I'm not ready for that but. . ."

Will nods--more nuzzzles against his skin--and starts tracing patterns into his shoulder blades, "Okay. Maybe. . . Maybe we could work up to it? You could get. . . like, just little things: bracelets and rings and such. . . Maybe even some light makeup if you want. You know, so that you feel more confident and comfortable but people won't notice as much and then later. . ."

Nico feels like he might start crying again, so he just fists his hands in the fabric at the small of Will's back and presses his face into his neck, breathes in his scent. "I love you so much, Will Solace."

Will is getting distracted again, pressing affectionate kisses onto the side of his neck, "I love you too. . ."

[lovemesomesurveys]

<1> Have you ever stood on a boulevard in the middle of the road and waved at random cars as they passed? Uh, no.

<2> Did they wave back? –

<3> Are you one of those annoying people that scream “No I will not have sex with you!” in the middle of the movie? Wtf. No.

<4> Do you have a headache? I had one last night that kind of comes and goes.

<5> Do you have cabin fever? No.

<6> Are you doing spring cleaning? No.

<7> Do you like the Offspring? “I’m just a sucker with no self-esteem...”

<8> Does your name have a W in it? No.

<9> Are you menstruating? No.

<10> Do you know what circumcision is? Yes.

<11> One pillow or two? I sleep with 2, but I have 5 on my bed.

<12> Last place you went in a car? Heading home from the mall yesterday.

<13> What color was the car? Brown.

<14> What are you wearing? Leggings and a gray shirt.

<15> How many bathrooms are in your house? 2.

<16> Fat Lip or In Too Deep? Fat Lip.

<17> Weirdest color you’ve painted a room in your house? All the rooms are just white.

<18> Is your hair wet? No.

<19> Who’s hotter, Josh Hartnett or Chad Michael Murray? I actually never really found either one attractive.

<20> Do you even know who Chad Michael Murray is? Clearly.

<21> What does your shower curtain look like? it’s a sliding door, not a curtain.

<22> What was the last thing you said? I asked my brother to bring in the pack of water from the garage.

<23> Are you talking to anyone on instant messenger? No.

<24> What do your slippers look like? i don’t wear slippers.

<25> Where do you keep your vacuum? In the garage.

<26> Are you wearing deodorant? Yeah.

<27> Are there any ceilings in your house that aren’t white? No.

<28> Do you like to go into chat rooms and annoy people? I haven’t been in a chat room since the early 2000′s.

<29> Who would you want to be stuck in an elevator with? I’d like to not be stuck in an elevator at all.

<30> Are you ghetto fabulous? No...

<31> Do you like stickers? Sure.

<32> Do you like Mad Libs? Sure. I haven’t played in years, though.

<33> Have you ever volunteered? Yeah, several times.

<34> Where is the nearest Kleenex box located? We don’t have one. I’d just use toilet paper.

<35> Don’t you hate school Kleenex? I remember it being very rough.

<37> Are you suicidal? No.

<38> Crawling or In The End? in the end. I like both, though. “Crawling in my skin, these wounds they will not heal...”

<39> Is your window open? Yeah. I have a window fan in it.

<40> What was the last pair of shoes you bought? I personally haven’t bought myself a pair of shoes in years. The shoes I’ve gotten over the years were from my parents.

<41> Do you have a little brother? I do.

<42> Does he draw you cute pictures? He’s 19.

<43> Do you have an older brother? Yes.

<44> Does he have hot friends? – I haven’t met his friends, actually.

<45> Where do your grandparents live? My paternal grandparents live in Arizona. My maternal grandparents have passed away.

<46> Do you have a rubber chicken? No.

<47> What do you think of when you hear the word click? That Adam Sandler movie.

<48> Are you a moron? Probably.

<49> Do you cut yourself? No.

<50> What do you do during study hall? I didn’t go to study hall.

<51> Does your school have open campus? I’m not in school anymore.

<52> What’s your favorite salad dressing? Ranch.

<53> Do you like trampolines? No.

<54> Do you like cheese? I love cheese.

<55> Which is better, tank tops, halter tops, tube tops or none of the above? Tank tops.

<56> Did you see American Pie 2? I think I’ve seen parts of it. Those aren’t my kind of my movies.

<57> Have you ever accidentally sucked something up in the vacuum? Yeah.

<58> Do you talk to Smarterchild? What?

<59> How old will you be in 30 years? Almost 60.

<60> Who will you be in the 30 years? I can’t think that far ahead.

<61> How will you dress in 30 years? How the hell am I supposed to know?

<62> Are you deaf? No.

<63> Are you blind? No.

<64> What do you think of depressed people? I’m one of ‘em.

<65> What are you eating? Nothing anymore. I just finished a Cup of Noodles.

<66> Last movie you rented? Infinity War.

<67> Last movie you saw in the theater? The latest Mission Impossible.

<68> Would you consider yourself sexy? Nooo.

<69> What is your pet’s name? Princess Leia. Either one for short.

<70> Have you ever made up a song to remember something for a test? Nah.

<71> Have you ever been to Canada? No, but I’d like to.

<72> Doesn’t it suck? No.

<73> Have you ever been to California? Born and raised.

<74> Have you ever been to Nebraska? No.

<75> Do you have braces? No.

<76> What color are they? –

<77> Who was the last person you talked to on IM? Probably Arynthya.

<78> Last thing you ate? Cup of Noodles.

<79> Is your hair straight, wavy, or curly? Wavy.

<80> What time is it? 1:12AM.

<81> What did you do today? So far I’ve only watched a YouTube video, checked out Facebook, ate, and now this.

<82> Cowdance.com or Hamsterdance.com? Never been to either one and I don’t care to.

<83> Are you a vegetarian? No.

<84> What’s your locker number? I don’t have a locker.

<85> What’s the combination? –

<86> Wanna make out? No.

<87> You guys want some cookies? Sure

<88> Are you comfy? I’m in some pain.

<89> Right now, who is all in your house? My parents, brother, doggo, and myself.

<90> Are you paranoid? Sometimes. I am now about something.

<91> Are you only filling this out to avoid doing your homework? I’m done with school.

<92> Do you like the name Jimmy? Not particularly.

<93> What do you think of when you hear the name Mark? Wahlberg.

<94> Kristin? Stewart.

<95> Zoe? Kravitz.

<96> Jamie? Lee Curtis.

<97> Adam? Sandler.

<98> Carmen? My aunt’s friend.

<99> Do you like Michelle Branch? I like a couple of her songs.

<100> Where would you like to be now? Right here in bed.

<101> Weirdest thing that happened to you recently? I don’t want to get into that.

<102> Craziest thing you did recently? Nothing.

<103> Do you have to pee? No, thanks for your concern.

<104> Do you like fluffy yogurts? Fluffy yogurt?

<105> Don’t you hate that when you have to watch the baby being born in health class? That was pretty traumatizing.

<106> Do you like the Sims? Yes.

<107> Do you like away messages? Is that still a thing? No. Not since AIM was a thing.

<108> Isn’t that weird how hair gets lighter in the sun but skin gets darker? Haven’t thought about it.

<109> Do you burn or tan? Burn then tan.

<110> Scotch tape or masking tape? Scotch.

<111> Frozen yogurt or ice cream? Froyo.

<112> Do you like pineapple on your pizza? Nooo.

<113> How about anchovies? Ew, no.

<114> Do you have people on your buddy list that you never talk to? I don’t use any instant messengers. Are there still any? I mean, besides Facebook Messenger and the chat thingy on here.

<115> Do you close the lid after you pee? No.

<116> Do you go to church? No. :/

<117> Pen or pencil? Pen.

<118> Do you have any of those mechanical pencils that cost like $6? I just would get a pack of mechanical pencils.

<119> Aren’t they a waste of your money? I’d rather get a pack or two than one pencil for $6.

<120> Are your parents divorced? No.

<121> Do they hate each other? No.

<121> Do you talk to losers? I’m a loser, baby.

<122> If you like rainbows, does that mean you’re gay? How old are you?

<123> Do you make a wish at 11:11? No.

<124> Do you celebrate St. Nick’s Day? Christmas? Yes.

<125> What song is in your head? None at the moment.

<126> Do you want to be like Jared? The Subway guy? Uh, definitely not.

<127> Have you ever shaved? Yeahhh.

<128> Do you like Oreos with peanut butter? Sure.

<129> Is your hair its natural color? No.

<130> What color are your nails? They’re not painted.

<131> Do you have a backpack? Somewhere in my closet, yeah.

<132> What color is it? I have a few.

<133> Does it have keychains and buttons and stuff on it? No.

<134> Do you fake sick a lot? I don’t have to, I really do feel like crap often enough.

<135> What time is it now? 1:20AM.

<136> Do your relatives get along? Yeah.

<137> Who is cooler, your mom’s relatives or dad’s relatives? They’re all cool.

<138> Have your eyes been the same color your whole life? Yes.

<139> What’s the earliest memory you have? Some from preschool.

<140> Is it true that the early bird gets the worm? And the squeaky wheel gets the grease.

<141> Have you ever played Monopoly? Yeah, plenty of times.

<142> Did you see the movie Get Over It? I think so.

<143> Do you like Jimmy Eat World? Yeah.

<144> What about Ludacris? I haven’t heard anything from him in years.

<145> Monsters Inc or Shrek? Monster’s Inc.

<146> Do you like to abuse people’s guestbooks on their web site? No...

<147> Aren’t babies overrated? Sigh.

<148> Do you have any kids? No.

<149> Do you wish you did (if you don’t)? – Absolutely not.

<150> How long did this take you? 12 minutes.

[swan1974-blog]

Swan Skylar part 3

Swan And Paul And Skylar Sit On The Dining Table. Skylar Says,Swan... Can You Not Do That At The Table? Dinner Time Is For Socializing, Not Work, Come On We've Had The Whole Day To Work. Let Your Mind Rest For Once. Swan Says,But Skylar We've Only Got A Month To Release The Special, It May Seem Like A Long Time, But I Guarantee You It Will Wiz By Faster Than The Devil Duping People Into Contracts. I Mean It. Skylar Says,Nonsense, Swan. Now Put Your Work. Swan Smiled. Paul Says,You Need Time To Spend With Us. It Can Help Heal Emotional Pain. Your Work Can Wait. Swan Says,No It Can't- Well, Maybe I Did Over Exaggerate A Bit, But You Know Darn Well What I Mean. Paul Says,I Created A Song Called One More Angel. Paul Begins To Sing, Oh Lord, She Was So Young And All She Ever Did Was Love And Sing A Song And I Don't See How She Had The Time To Do Much More But Who Am I To Say How Things Should Be ? But Lord Did You Really Need Her More Than Me ? Now There's One More Angel Up In Heaven But Lord, Let Me Make One Thing Clear Now There's One More Angel Up In Heaven But Lord, You Know It's Been Hell Down Here Oh Lord She Loved To Yell She Used To Say There's Always Something New To Do She Loved The Wind, The Rain, The Sun She Loved Me Too But All That Doesn't Matter Anymore Cause She Was Everything I Was Living For Now There's One More Angel Up In Heaven But Lord, Let Me Make One Thing Clear Now There's One More Angel Up In Heaven But Lord, You Know It's Been Hell Down Here And You Know I've Got A Gun And I Could Snap My Fingers, Lord, And Be With Her But I Know That Things Could Never Be The Way They Were And Lord, I Know It's Wrong To Want To Die But Since She's Gone I Can't Remember Why Swan And Skylar Both Felt A Sadness And Longing For Sam. Now There's One More Angel Up In Heaven But Lord, Let Me Make One Thing Clear Now There's One More Angel Up In Heaven But Lord, You Know It's Been Hell Down Here.. One More Angel Up In Heaven Did You Really Need Her More Than Me.. One More Angel Up In Heaven Did You Really Need Her More Than Me.. One More Angel Up In Heaven Did You Really Need Her More Than Me.. Paul Wrote The Song After Sam's Death To Show He Cared Dearly For Her. Paul Says,It's About Mourning A Loss. Swan Says,It Feels Like You Can Feel Exactly How I Feel. Skylar Says,It's Called Twin Telepathy! Swan Knew It Was The End Of A Long Day Of Writing The Special Is Almost Complete. Swan And Skylar Sat Across From Each Other Waiting Patiently For Their Meal. Swan Was Tinkering With A Pencil. Skylar Says,What Are You Even Doing Anyway? Swan Says,Finishing The Special. Skylar Says,What On Earth For? Swan Says,To Make Sure I Won't Forget To Do It. Skylar Rolled Her Eyes, Laughing To Herself. Skylar Says To Swan,You Can't Forget That Quick. Swan Says,Yes, Sadly I Can. I'm Starting To Wonder If I Have An Early Onset Dementia Or Something. Paul Sat Next To Skylar, They All Sat In Silence For A While, Paul Leaves The Dining Table. Swan Writing Notes And Skylar Fiddling With Her Black Gloves When Suddenly Paul Burst Into The Dining Room With Trays In Hand, Making Swan And Skylar Jump From The Sudden Action. Paul Cried Proudly,This Is Scientifically Proven To Be The Best Supper Ever! Swan Gave Him A Proud Smile. Swan Says To Paul,According To Whom? Yourself? Paul Smiled And Says,Why, Yes. Swan Leaned Back In His Chair, Putting His Hands Behind The Back Of His Neck. Swan Asked,Well Then, What's For Dinner? Paul Says,Some Pasta With Tomato Sauce And Parmesan For Skylar And Some Ghost Chili Pepper Soup. It's Very Spicy Indeed. Swan Says,Ooooh, My Favorite! Well What Are You Waiting For? Set It Out Old Chap! Paul Smiled Warmly And Swan, Paul Did As Swan Commanded, Setting Out The Plates For Each Of Them, As Swan Ate The Spicy Hot Soup. Skylar Wrinkled Her Nose. Skylar Says,I Will Never Understand How You Can Eat That Kind Of Stuff For Dinner Swan Says,What? I Thought You Liked Spicy Stuff. Skylar Says,Of Course, I Love Spicy Stuff, But I Think What You Are Doing Is Very Risky And May Make You Hate All Spicy Foods. Swan Says,So Is Nearly Everything I Do. You Know What I Have Done And Experienced. Well Skylar Could Certainly Not Deny That, So She Turned To Her Own Food And Began To Twirl Her Spaghetti Onto Her Fork. It Was Simple, Yet A Savory And Delicious Meal,Paul Truly Was An Incredible Chef. As She Took Another Bite From Her Pasta, Something Else Was Set Beside Her Plate, A Wine Glass Filled With A Thick Brown Liquid, She Looked Over At Swan In Confusion Only To See He Had The Same Drink, And Was Sipping From The Glass With His Eyes Closed. Skylar Asked,Swan What's All This? Swan Says,My Newest Experiment, Chocolate Vodka, A Dessert That Adults Can Enjoy. Skylar Says,I'm Not Old Enough To Drink, I'm Only 18. Swan Says,Eh, Who's Going To Find Out? Skylar Pointed At Paul. Swan Says,Oh Yeah Of Course If Your Father Says It's Okay. Paul Lets Swan Tell Her To Drink It. Paul Says,It Looks So Fake. Skylar Says,I Wouldn't Be So Sure. Skylar Looked At The Glass Uneasily, Then Picked It Up And Took A Sip, She Gagged And Nearly Spat It Up, Slamming Her Gloved Hand Against The Table. Skylar Says,God That's Strong! Swan Says,You Don't Like It? I Thought You Would. Skylar Says,No Swan! Way Too Strong. Skylar Set The Glass Aside And Returned To Her Pasta. Swan Says,Phhht, Lightweight. Strong Foods Are Not For Weak Taste Buds. Swan Chuckled And Took Another Sip From His Glass, The Strong Liquid Warming His Throat, Truth Be Told Swan Was Not Much Of A Drinker Either, But He Was Quite Proud Of This Drink And Found It Very Tasty. Besides, It Was Nothing Compared To Plain Vodka, Although It Had The Same Alcohol Content The Sharp, Bitter Flavor Was Nicely Covered By The Chocolate. Skylar Took Another Look At Her Glass, And Decided To Attempt To Sip Again, She Brought It To Her Lips And Discovered That It's Much Smoother Once She Expects What's Coming, She Drained The Glass And Went To Pour Herself Some More. They See Paul Clean The Dishes, Swan Says A Joke,What Bird Would Always Lose A Flying Race? Paulblo! Skylar Broke Down In Laughter, Banging Her Fist Against The Table, Tearing Up, Both Had Been Drinking And Chatting For A Little More Than An Hour And Were Decently Buzzed At This Point. Skylar Says,Ah Man, That Was A Good One Swan! Skylar Wiping Her Eyes,She Then Leaned Back In Her Chair, One Arm Behind Her Back, The Other One Holding Her Wine Glass, The Movement Pulled Back Her Sleeve And Once Again Revealed Her Deep Scar, Swan Saw It And He Slowly Reached Out His Gloved Hand And Ran His Finger Up The Scar, Causing Skylar To Blush But Swan Did Not Notice. Swan Says,God You've Still Got That Old Thing Huh? Looks Pretty Gnarly. He Slowly Pulled His Arm Away, Putting Both His Hands Behind His Neck And Crossing One Leg Over The Other. Swan Says,Remember We Swam At The Swanage Pool? Oh, The Nights Were So Clear And The Wind Rustling Through The Waterfall Mountain Was Like Music! Skylar Laughed Nervously And Rubbed Her Arm, Unfortunately Swan, My Most Vivid Memory Of That Place Was Our Encountering When We Swam And You Just Stared At Me. Skylar Lifted Her Arm,As You Can See,I Was Only Seeking To Protect You And Nothing Else. Swan Chuckled And Says,Well, I Remember Much More Than That, We May Have Not Discovered Many Connections Between Each Other But Boy Was That Backyard Beautiful. He Threw His Free Satin Black Gloved Hand In The Air. Swan Says About The Backyard,It Could Be No Better Don't You Agree- Swan Stopped Dead In His Tracks When He Saw The Way Skylar Was Looking At Him, Swan Says To Himself,Could That Possibly Be Desire? Impossible, Impossible… Did She Have My Dark Lustful Traits. I Can See It In Her. This Is Terrible. What Is Wrong With Her? Swan Began To Sweat And Skylar Leaned Closer To Him. Skylar Says,Yes Swan, The Pool Were Very Nice, Do You Remember All Of The Swims We Had In Them? Swan Says,O-Oh Yes Skylar, I Remember Them Quite Vividly. Swan Gave Her A Nervous Smile. Skylar Says,Hmmm, As Do I, The Moonlight Across Your Wet Skin Made You Absolutely Radiant Swan.. Hahahahaha. Bird Joke. Swan's Mouth Went Dry, Did He Hear Correctly Or Was He In An Erotic Dream World Of Some Kind, His Face Went To A Deep Red And He Began To Rub His Leg Nervously. Skylar Made Swan A Red And Black Loom Bracelet. Swan Wore It Around His Wrist. Skylar Wore That Same Loom Color Swan Has, Swan Says,Oh, W-Well Thank You Skylar, But I'm Not Much To Look At, If Anything You're The One That Looked Good, I've Always Liked The Way Your Hair Flowed When It's Wet… Swan Regretted It The Minute He Said It, But At The Same Time Was Glad It Was Said, Skylar Put Her Hand On Swan's Shoulder And Cautiously Got Up From Her Seat, Standing Over Swan, Gazing Down On Him Like A Lion Would At It's Prey Skylar Says,Is That So? Swan Says,Skylar, Honey, I Am Not Amused. I Am Getting Worried. Are You Drinking Too Much? Stop This At Once! Skylar Says,Ohh No I'm Not Stopping You Your Endless Youthfulness Gave You What You Have Your Youthful Endless Beauty And Beautiful Long Blonde Hair. Why? Swan Fearfully Says With A Shocked Tone, No! Skylar Laughed And Says,No Silly... Why Tell Me No? I'm Not Buying Into It. Skylar Gives Swan A Evil Smile. Swan Shivered Under Skylar's Stare,He'd Never Seen Gentle Little Skylar Like This Before, He Suddenly Felt So Vulnerable Under Those Eyes. Skylar Took Ahold Of Swan's Ascot, Pulled Him Closer To Her Face, Skylar Says Evilly,You Ready? Swan Yelled,No I Am Not. You Are Drunk And You Will Not Do This Lustful Business Around Me, Or Help Me God! I Have To Tell Your Mother About Your Nasty Behavior Towards Me. Skylar Says,She Doesn't Care. She's Not Here. Who Cares! Swan Began To Angerily Yell At Her, She Does Care And She Would Not Let You Do This To Me! So Help Me! Skylar Lowered Herself Onto Swan's Lap,Swan's Legs Began To Spread Apart By Skylar's Weight. As Swan Became Aware Of What Was Happening,Skylar Began To Make Herself Present Against His Abdomen, He Let Out A Shaky Laugh And Attempted To Wiggle Away From Her, Only To Have Skylar Press Closer, He Could Feel Skylar's Breath Against His Face, So Soft, So Incredibly Soft, Softer Than The Softest Of All Velvets. As Much As Swan Wanted To Pull Away, As Disgusting As It Made Him Feel, He Could Not Seem To Get Away From That Smaller, Gentler Body Which Pressed Against His Own. Swan Felt She Was So Close, So, So Close That Her Body Was So Close, So Very Close, This Was So Wrong, So Disgustingly Wrong. Swan Felt Uncomfortable At Her Actions. Swan Knew She Drank Too Much. Swan Tried To Escape Her Grip. Swan Called For Paul. Swan Yelled,This Is Abominable! Paul Help Me! Skylar Says,Silly, He Won't Save You. Swan Makes A Angry Face And Angerily Yelled At Her, Let Go! Skylar Says,Only If You Kiss Me. Swan Says,S-Skylar? Skylar's Lips Were Now Inches Away From Swan's Chin, A Mischievous Smile Across Her Normally Innocent Face, Swan Could See The Passion In Her Eyes And Knew She Had The Same Thing Swan Was Thinking About. Swan Wanted This To Stop But He Couldn't, Skylar Was Too Strong. Swan Yelled,You Disgusting Brute! Let Go Of Me. Skylar Says,Nope You Are Under My Control I Am Not A Disgusting Brute As You Say I Am. I Know What You Want. You Want Mom. Swan Yelled, Your Mom Didn't Act This Way To Me. She Did Every Time When She Was Abused By Her Mother. She Wanted Me. What The Hell Gotten Into You?! Swan Felt Fury Growing Inside Of Him, Swan Noticed Skylar's Hazel Eyes Seemed To Stare Straight Though Swan's,Her Gapped Middle Teeth Exposed From Her Slight Opening Of The Mouth, Skylar As If Pulled By A Magnet, Moved Closer To Him, Swan's Eyes Widened In Horror And Delight. Swan Says,Skylar Please Stop Now! Skylar Says, Um Noo! Before Swan Could Even Acknowledge What Was Happening, Skylat Pressed Her Lips Firmly Against Swan's. Swan Thought Oh God, Sweet, So Sweet, Sweeter Than Any Candy I Could Even Dream Of Creating, Softer Than Crème Now Shame Flooded His Body But He Could Not Pull Away, His Black Gloved Hands Lifted To Gently Cradle Skylar's Head As If They Had A Mind Of His Own, As Skylar Began To Unbutton Swan's Black Suit Jacket, Another Shiver Flowed Through Swan's Body. Swan Says To Himself,This Is A Dream, There Is No Way This Could Possibly Be Happening The Jacket Was Off, Onward To His Satin Black And Red Bird Waistcoat Vest And Satin Black Dress Shirt Then His Red Ascot, Swan Yelled,Oh God Please Stop. I Hate You! I Hate You Hate You He Let Out A Low Moan, So Much Built Up Sexual Tension Suddenly Pressing Against His Chest As If Begging To Escape, He Could Feel His Bellbottoms Becoming Tighter And His Breathing Becoming Lighter, Shame, So Much Shame, But The Pleasure Outweighed It, He Was A Prisoner Of Skylar's Own Lustful Desires The Satin Black Dress Shirt Was Now Fully Unbuttoned, And Swan Stiffened, Swan Says To Himself,There Was No Possible Way It Could Get Not Better Than This, Was There? Swan Thought There Was Just No Way, He Felt He Would Die, He Could Hardly Stand This. Skylar Softly Bit Swan's Neck, Her Hand Rubbing Against His Chest Swan Says,Skylar I Don't Think I Can Handle This Please Stop I Want To Kill Myself For Feeling Like This Swan Screamed, Sammmm! Skylar Says,Shhhh She's Not Here Ahahaha! Skylar Moved Her Way Down Swan's Body And Began To Run Her Tongue Just By His Neck,Giving Him A Hickie. Swan Shivered Again And Rested His Hand On Top Of Skylar's Head, He Shut His Eyes As Tightly As They Would Go For He Was Certain If He Experienced Even The Slightest Amount Of Sight He Would Have A Sensory Overload. Skylar Moved Her Way Back Up And Slid Her Tongue Into Swan's Mouth, And Swan No Longer Being Able To Control Himself, Wrapped His Arms Around Skylar's Soft Body, Digging His Nails Into Her Back As If Trying To Hold On To Reality Itself. He Wanted This To Stop. Skylar Now Blared Out Loud Willy Wonka's Voice Singing The Boat Poem On The Speakers On The Walls, Round The World And Home Again.. That's The Sailor's Way! Faster Faster, Faster Faster!! There's No Earthly Way Of Knowing... Which Direction We Are Going?! There's No Knowing Where We're Rowing... Or Which Way The River's Flowing... During The Song, Skylar Slowly Slid Her Tongue Out Of Swan's Mouth And Began To Nibble His Ear,Swan Released A Loud Moan And Shut His Eyes Tighter, His Ears Began To Ring. Swan Yelled,Oh God Skylar.. Please Stop. Stop They Both Hear, Is It Raining, Is It Snowing Is A Hurricane A-Blowing?! Swan's Entire Body Tensed As Skylar Began To Make Her Way Back To His Lips, Kissing Him Hard And Wrapping Her Arms Around His Neck, Pulling Them Even Closer Together The Song Verses Were Not A Speck Of Light Is Showing! So The Danger Must Be Growing!? During The Song, Skylar Bit Swan's Lower Lip Gently, Causing A Small Moan To Escape Swan's Chest And His Eyelids To Loosen A Bit They Both Hear, Are The Fires Of Hell A-Glowing?! Is The Grisly Reaper Mowing!? They Hear It As Skylar Pulled Away And Began Kissing Swan All Over His Face, The Moaning Turned Into A Relaxed Hum. The Song Blared Out Loud, Yes, The Danger Must Be Growing?! For The Rowers Keep On Rowing! Then When They Listen To The Lyrics, Swan Grabbed A Fistful Of Skylar's Hair, Pulling Her Into A Deep Kiss,Skylar's Hand Reached Up To Gently Stroke Swan's Cheek As The Kiss Became More And More Intense. The Song Almost Ends, And They're Certainly Not Showing.. Any Signs That They Are Slowing!! As They Continue To Listen To The Song, They Became More And More Engulfed Into Their Own Passion, Running Their Hands Over Each Other, Exploring Each Other's Bodies. Skylar's Hands Were Starting To Wander Lower And Lower Until They Made Their Way To Swan's Long Flared Bellbottoms That Reached To The Floor, Her Fingertips Barely Brushing His Underwear When There Was Suddenly A Door Creaking Heard From Across The Hall. They Heard A Loud Quote, Stop The Boat Suddenly, They Were Snapped Back Into Reality,Swan Half Naked At This Point, His Shirt And Jacket Sprawled Messily On The Back Of His Chair,The Bird Patterned Ascot Was On The Floor And Skylar's Attire Wildly Unbuttoned And Pushed Against Her Back, Both Sweating, Red Faced And Panting, From Across The Hall Stood Paul Carrying Some Dishes, His Jaw Dropped Lower Than Thought To Be Humanly Possible. Swan And Skylar Quickly Pulled Away From Each Other,Swan Picking His Clothes From The Back Of His Chair And Hurrily Throwing Them Over His Body, Not Even Bothering To Button Them, He Walked To Paul As Calmly As He Could, His Usual Childlike Smile Spread Across His Face, He Put His Hand On The Shocked Paul's Shoulder Swan Says,Listen, You Did Not See Anything Okay? I'll Give You Whatever You Want If You Never Saw Anything Paul Says,Not So Fast. Um I'm Telling Sam Swan Says,No Please No. It's All Skylar's Fault. Paul Walked Over To Skylar And Yelled At Her, Do You Even Know What You Have Done? Skylar Says,I Was Drunk. I'm Sorry Paul Rolled His Eyes And Says,Well, You Shouldn't Even Have Been Drinking In The First Place. You Are Still Under Age! Paul Looked Up And Swan Too, Paul Slowly Closed His Mouth, Without Saying A Word, He Nodded Quickly And Then Got Out Of The Room As Soon As Quickly As He Could. Paul Begins To Go To The Taping Room To Try To Talk To Sam.