#se im a bad. im a bad. im a bad. im so good at crashing in. making sparks and shit but then. im a bad. im a bad. im a bad friend. so dont as

[rainingincale]

.

[enderwoah]

im so unwell about q!pac no its not even funny anymore i need to put him in a terrarium up on a shelf and keep him safe up there. he doesn't deserve any bad thing, ever. i don't even care about "having a good story" or "giving your character a conflict" anymore, nah, no, if ONE (1) MORE BAD THING HAPPENS TO HIM IM GONNA LOSE IT!! IM GONNA START BREAKING THINGS!!!

he's so. sad. hes such a sad character. his insecurities about being useless to everyone are so real and so painful because he's not, all of us know that he's not, but we also completely understand why he feels that way because he's had everyone he loves ripped away from him and he hasn't been able to lift a finger to stop any of it. he's just left to sit in the ruins without any help. he's collateral to all the tragedy surrounding him and the favela 5 in general and he's. tired. not in the way that cellbit is tired (though that works, too). he's exhausted of feeling sad all the time. of crying all the time. of feeling that loneliness that gnaws holes into his bones and settles in the marrow and never leaves, not when richas' bed is empty, not when mike's bedroom has started to collect dust, not when he can't see a real, tangible presence in forever's dilated eyes. the only person he has is cellbit, and he could never ask cellbit to give up what he still has when pac has nothing to lose (and god, how selfless, how kind is that?), so when he figures the only way to get an antidote to the drug is to have the drug itself, why wouldn't he offer himself up? and if that wasn't the only reason he tried to get his hands on it, who could blame him?

maybe he took it first to just feel the effects and understand the angle it took in affecting his mind. maybe he just took it for research. do you think he had slipped by the second time? do you think he took it once and, for a short thirty minutes, found that he could forget about all the sorrow lining his lungs and breathe? do you think reality crashed back onto him after that first try? do you think he was scrambling to take it again, to go back to that...maybe it wasn't blissful ignorance, per se, but willful disregard? do you think he couldn't wait to be submerged so deep that he couldn't think one more time? do you think he was hesitant? do you think he kept promising himself, one more, one more, one more...

god he is so. so sad. i was watching phil's pov, so everything was like a neat little movie for me, and just. cellbit and forever arguing while pac was just sobbing in the background was AWFUL. just. awful. it hurt. (cc!pac was damn good at acting, too, and that DID NOT HELP.) the moment he stepped on the trap i felt like i was hit with a brick. like no, of COURSE we should NOT be putting PAC in a CONFINED JAIL CELL. ALONE. and i know it was for his own good but i still felt so so so sick. the way he immediately curled up in the corner. the way he was crying to himself. the way he instantly answered richas' birthday the moment bad asked for it. the way he got visibly more upset and terrified when cellbit started shouting at forever. what the hell. no seriously what the HELL.

and, like, oh my god, making him the one to solve the antidote? proving that even though he may have fallen to the drug (the drug which was basically created by GODS, by the way, lets be real, the federation is nawt normal), he's still so useful. he's still such an asset. he's smart and he's kind and he's charismatic and he's trusting and he's so so selfless and so so brave and so strong. tubbo put it perfectly. the fact that he's gone through all the horrible awful stuff he's gone through and he's still standing just proves how capable he is. how tough he is. cellbit calling him "my dear." pointing out the fact that he sacrificed himself without knowing he was going to come back. "i'm only afraid of being sad again." "you will be sad again. but you won't be alone." he's so. he's just. he's. im frothing at the mouth. he gave himself up to save the rest of the island from this plague that took one of his best friends and might've taken the entire island if he didn't do anything. under that stress. experiencing that level of loss.

pac is one of the toughest goddamn people on the island and if anyone on that server even dares try to imply otherwise i will do heinous heinous things, mark my WORDS.

[ninja-knox-ur-sox-off]

OKAY WOW THAT WAS AS TRIP SES 3 EP 4 REACTION TIME HECK BCUKLE U P

[Monkie Kid season 3 ep 4 spoilers under cut]

OH 

OH I PULLED UP THE EP AND ADRENILINE KICKED IN HGBSDLKFM;AOWEF 

SCREAMS

OKAY, SO THESE EPS

I’M GETTING THAT “AA I’M NOT READY” FEELING AGAIN HELPGBFJBAAWFMA;WEO

DANCES DANCES BREAKDANCES

i can’t actually breakdance

or dance…

MOVING ON BG;LKDSMNFAOWE 

*stares at the title* 

OH HAHA THIS IS A MACAQUE EPISODE ISN’T IT

AAAHAHAHAH I’M GONNA PERISH, I’M GONNA PERISH SO BAD BGAKDSMFOAWEF 

CONCERN 

INHALES

OKAY

PLAYED PART OF THE INTRO TO TEST THE SOUND AND I’M ON THE FLOOR ALREADY 

THE THEME SONG MAKES ME SO FREAKING HAPPYYYYYBGFL;MF;AOIGMAWEF WAILS 

SOBS CRYING BGSDFM;IOAFWAEF

FALLS ON THE FLOOR SOBS AND FLIPS TABLES 

OKAY I’M FINE HERE WE GO CLEARLY MAC EP PROBABLY HERE WE 

SCREAMS

SAND

HECKINGBGDSFKMAOEW

MAC EP

MAC EP 

MAC EP

AIGHT LETS SEE HOW STUPID YOU REALLY ARE MY GUY I’M READY BRING IT

I’M SO FREAKING NOT READY HELGNGFOIHAGA;WOE

THE SIGH 

JUST 

“ugh…” 

GBSDFMA;OGHAWE

 ALSO MY GOSH THIS 

THIS ANIMATION

BGAS;DLKFM;OAWE

MAC, IN THE MIDDLE OF THE DESERT

MAN DOESN’T KNOW WHERE HIS FUEL GAUGE IS AND CRASHES GBSL;DKFMAWEOF 

OH HOHOHOHOHOHOHO COMPASS THINGIEEEE

THAT FACE

THAT EXPRESSION

OH FLASHBACKKKK OHHHHHHH

SCREAMS 

SCREAMING

IM 

I DONT EVEN AHVE ANY THOUGHTS I’M JUST ONE BGI LONG SCREAM RN 

THE SURPRISE ON HIS FACE

AND THE

THAT MANS AFRAID RIGHT THERE

“You’ve been busy” DUDES ALREADY TRYING TO TALK AND HE’S ALREADY DOOMED 

Wowa

HELLO

HAIR

BG;SDLKMFOAGHA;OIWEGAMEWF 

SHE’S GROWN IT OUT BG;SDNM;SOHGWEA WHEEZING 

NICE STYLISH 

NOW JUST  RELEASE THE CHILD FOR GOODNESS SAKE BGSD;FM;OAWEF 

I NEED LIKE, FOUR HUNDRED YEARS TO PROCESS THIS

“UR OATH” AYO MACKY BOY WHAT DID YOU DO 

OH I’VE NEVER BEEN ACTIVELY CONCERNED FOR THIS IDIOT BEFORE BUT I AM FEAR.PNG SCREAMS 

HE LOOKS SO SCARED IN EVERY FRAME OH MY HECK HECK HECKE HCKEHGKMDFOAIWEF

M,ANS DEAD

MANS DEAD

MACAQUE DEAD AND BROGHT BACK REAL 

OH MY 

HI

OKAY

I AM NOT READY FOR THIS NOT NOT NOT NOT NOT NOT NOT NOT NOT NOT NOT NOT NOT 

OKAY

SHE’S TERRIFYING 

I’M FEAR.PNG

WHAT WHAT EHGBSFMAWE

SCREAMING

I’VE HAD THIS PAUSED FOR FIVE MINUTES I’M STILL PROCESSING THE FACT THAT LBD BROUGHT MAC BACK FROM THE DEAD???????

WOOOOOOOOOOO

I’M 

GONNA DIE THIS EP

THIS IS IT

DEAR GOSH 

I’M JUST

HHAAHA

SITTING HERE

A H  

LAYS DOWN 

H

HI FLASHBACKS IN A FLASHBACK *WHEEZING* 

BUT UH

HAHA

HAHAHAH

THE BLUE CHAINS???? 

AND IT LOOKS LIKE MAC’S OWN SHADOWS ARE TURNING AGAINST HIM AND BINDING HIM HELLO/??? 

WHAT DO I EVEN SAY TO THIS HELPBG;SDMF;AOWG;OAWUIEFM 

HE LOOKS LIKE HE’S  GETTING CONSUEMD BY HIS OWN SHADOWS ????? HELLO????????? 

WOW

THIS IS A LOT TO UNPACK MY GOSH

THE HTING IS THO IS THAT BOTH MAC AND LBD ARE UNRELIABLE NARRATORS SO I DONT’ KNOW HOW MUCH OF THIS I CAN TRUST BUT MY GOSH HECK MAN 

Mac being like “nah” and just straight up leaving is jBGAKWME;FAWOEF

okay

OKAY

HAHAHAHAHHA

SORRY IT LOOKS

K

SO LIKE

MEMORY ALTERING?? HALF POSESSON?? FORCED FLASHBACKS??? MAKING HERSELF SEEEM LIKE A GOSH DANG ANGEL IN THE FLASHBACK IN HIS MIND?? 

OHHHHH BOYYYY OH BOYYYY WE’RE NOT OKAY 

MAC ACTING UNAFFECTED WHILE HE’S FREAKING TERRIFIED IS GBSD;FMAWOE 

BGKLDFMWE LOOKS LIKE MAC TOOK HALF THE ANIMATION BUDGET ALONE NGL 

I’M GRASPING AT HUMOUR STARWS RN LET ME BE 

WOW

OKAY 

CHAINS

HI 

THE WAY THE SYMBOL ORIGINATED UNDER HIM HAHHAHAHA 

HAHA

OH BOY

OHHHHH BOYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY

YEAH SO THIS EXPLAINS

WHY HE LOOKS 

THE WAY HE DOES

EP 1

HAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHA

MAN

I’M DYING

WE’RE

HECK

HECK

EHCK

HECKGB;SDAKJFNAGWE

I’M BRAIN NOT HI

ACK 

OKAY WE’RE GOOD FINE

“CHAMPION”

HAHAHAHHAHA

OHHHH BOYYY

MANS JUST LOOKS EXHAUSTED NOW

HE’S STUPID AND NEEDS HECKING HELP 

WOW MAKES SENSE WHY HE’S “SIDING” WITH HER NOW HAHAHAHAHHAHAHA

I PAUSED IT TO LOOK AT PIGSY AND TANG AND I TOOK TO LONG AND IT PUASED ON WUKONG AND I JUST YELLED “IT’S HIM” GBSAD;KFMNA;WOEIDFMAWEF I HAVE SUCH BRAINROT FOR THIS STUPDI MONKEY I LOVE HIM GBSD;FAGMOWE

TANG HE’S BEEN GLOWING THE WHOEL TIME WHAT DO YOU MEEAAANN 

I love Pigsy So much BGAKL;WMFE;OWEF 

TANG SCOLDING PIGSY BGSDALFMA;WEO

If they didn’t have pigs they’d never get anywhere BGSAKLWMWE

HE’S THE DRIVE THE “LETS KEEP GOING” HURRY UP KGNSAD;LFMAWOEF

MEI IS THAT MEME 

“IF I HAD THIS GUY I’D HYPE HIM UP SO MUCH, I’D WALK INTO A ROOM AND ANNOUNCE HIM AND IF YOU DON’T CLAP I’LL BLOW UP THIS BUILDING” OR WHATEVER IT IS GBASKFMAWE 

WHAT ARE THEYGBSDJL;FKMA;WOE RTYING TO ACCOMPLISH U CAN’T JUST HRRGGHHHH UNTIL U DBG;LSAJKVBOER HELPOGFAWEF

YEAH OF COURSE YUP GBASLKFM;AWEF 

CRYING OVER HOW SUPPORTIVE THEY ARE BGDS;JF;AWME ;A; 

Kay so last episode was “I know my powers will come back when my friends are in danger” and now he’s “how do i know it’s gonna work” 

feels contradictory and a little neyh writing :T 

TEH GOLD VISION IS THE BABY PIOWERBGDSKFM;AWEF

I’M NOT EVEN AS GOOD AS A BABYGBSDFAMOWEGFIGAW PLEASE MK BOI LAD MY GUY HELPBGSDLKMA;OIGEW

MEI AND SANDYGBFMA;OGHA;WEF

Mk i just v upset at himself :( 

Interesting how Monkey King’s insecurities in his powers result in not saying anything and trying to fix it on his own, brushing off concerns, while Mk’s manifests in anger at himself 

MAN ANYWAY 

WAIT I HAD TO GO BACK AND 

“WHAT USE AM I” 

MK

BUDDY

SHAKES HIM

U DON’T NEED TO BE USEFUL THAT’S WHY MONKEY KING IS RE-CHARGING BECAUSE YOU DON’T HAVE TO YOU DON’T NEED TO BE USEFUL TO BE IMPORTANT N

Okay so i get he just wants to help but my guy please PLEASE BG;SDAFMOAWEF 

 THE WAY MEI PRONOUNCED SAMADHI 

BGASKLDMFAWOE CRYINGBFALM;OEFIWE

“TANG DON’T JUST YELL, I CAN DO THAT” 

HE IS A PARENT I’M WHEEZINGBDSF;LAM;WEF

UH

NO

NO THEY DIDN’T 

MK DON’T GET IN THE CAR WITH MACAQUE

IT’S MACAQUE

MK DON’T GET IN THE CAR I SWEAR IT’S NOT 

HE’S TRYING SO HARD THEY REALLY NEED TO LIKE, HOLD HIS HAND AT ALL TIMES SO HE DOESN’T GET LOST I SWEAR, PUCNHES MACAQUE IN THE FACE 

HOW DID THEY NOT NOTICE MK DIDN’T GET IN THE VAN WITH THEM

PIGSY STOP TALKING UR SON IS MISSING 

I’M SUCH CONCERN

IS MEI WITH HIM?? 

WAS THAT AT LESAT MEI??? I’M SO CONCERNED 

FOR REALS IT’S SO OBV MAC IT’S SO SHADOWY IN THERE MEI KILL HIM 

“I feel like i’m talking to myself here” HTAT’S CAUSE YOU ARE, PIGSY PLEASE ;A; 

AT LEAST THEY HAVE EACH OTHER

Mei calling Pigsy Piggy actually means everything to me ;-; 

YOU GETTING IT MK

OH THANK HEAVENS SANDY’S WITH THEM TOO

OKAY SO AT LEAST THOSE THREE HAVE SANDY I’M GLAD YAY GOOD 

love how macaques first move is always to separate them first

kicks him in the knee 

YEEEAHAHHH MK GOT IT

HE’S SO FREAKING SMART

NOOOOOOOO

SUCH CONCERN

YEAH PIGSY NOTICE 

SCREAMS

WUKONG WAKE UP U STUPID MONKEY UR SON’S IN TROUBLE 

OH THAT WAS BEAUTIFULLY DONE 

THE CHANGE THERE THE SEPERATION BETWEEN THE TWO VANS

AND THE WAY THEY’RE DRIVING INTO THE DARKNESS WHILE THE OTHERS ARE DRIVING TOWARDS TEH SUN IS ACTUALLY SO FREAKING GOOD ACTUALLY HOT DANG WRITING GO BRRR

YOU DON’T SAY, MEI 

UYEAH GET IT 

AHAHAHAH NOOOOO

OH I SWEAR IF MAC SEPERATES MK FROM THEM I’M GONNA BREAK MORE THAN HIS FACE BGSLK;FMAWOEF 

LOOK AND MACAQUE CHANNELING HIS INNER LBD GLITCHY VIBES 

BGA;SLKMFA;OWE

MAN THO THE ANIMATION 

IT’S FUNNY HOW CLEAR PEOPLE LOVE MAC AS A CHARACTER 

HOW WELL THEY ANIMATE HIM SAYS IT ALL GBSDKFMAOWEF 

MACAQUE: how could I possibly lure sandy away

Macaque: got it 

macaque: MEOW

CANON

I CAN’T BEELIVE THIS BGSAKDFMA;OWEF

NO BUT THE VISUAL OF MACAQUE PUTTING A WALL BETWEEN MK AND MEI TRYING TO SEPERATE THEM IS UH 

YEAH 

THINKS ABOTU HOW HARD HE SELF PROJECTS ONTO THOSE TWO 

HHAHAHAHA

KILL

TOUCH MK AND U DIE MAC

I DON’T CARE UR TRUAMATISED I’LL DROP KCIK U INTO THE SUN 

MAN

KILL HIM 

SMACKS MACAQUE WITH A PILLOW

FILLED WITH BRICKS

HE’LL BE FINE

THE WAY HE JUST PASSED RIGHT THROUGH HIM AND MK LOOKED SO PANICKED

MAN

PUNCHES HIM IN THE FACE 

PUNCH HIM

IN THE FACE

NOOO

W O W 

Y’know, despite the fact he’s doing this, like Mac is so freaking stressed, he’s like

W O W 

Wukong in ep 1: do i have to spell everything out?

Mac in ep 4: do I have to explain EVERYTHING? 

THEY’RE STUPID AND THE SAME, AND ITS JUST KICKS HIM IN THE HEAD

BRUH DUDE UR THE WORRRSSSTTTTTT 

So like, one down and one to go, so good news is he has to come back for Wukong so BGAKWMOEF 

 YEAH THAT’S RIGHT PIGSY, U KNOW SOMETHINGS WRONG GO GET UR KID 

HELLO SCORPION DEMONNNNN

HELLOOOO

OHHH BOIII

IS THIS WHERE THEY SNAP HIM OUT OF HIS MEDITATION AND SOMETHING HAPPENS

I’M HHHHHAAAAA

AAAAAAAA

SCREAMING 

OKAY KILLS MACAQUE 

I DON’T BG;KLSAFMAOWE AAAAA

The way Mk looks whenever Macaque is around H

He just, he knows what he’s doing and knows Macaque’s manipulations by now, so he’s just angry at him. HE’S NOT EVEN SCARED AT THIS POINT HE’S JUST MAD 

GOSH 

KILL HIM

HOW DARE YOU THREATEN SANDY I’M GONNA BODYSLAM YOU INTO THE SUN 

HOW DARE

GET HIM

GET EM 

“BABY POWERS”

YOU’RE SO STUPID, YOU EVESDROPPED DIDN’T YOU 

KICKS HIM IN THE LEG 

GET HIM MK

BEAT HIM  UP 

OKAY BUT THAT WAS REALLY INTERESTING. HE CAN SEE THE SHADOWS, THE LIGHT, THAT HE USES, THE GOLDEN VISION AND ALL THE SUDDEN THE SHADOWS ARE SMALLER

LIEK THE GOLD VISION LITERALLY WEAKENED MACAQUE JUST BY ACTUALLY LOOKING AT HIM

hoooOOOO BOY THE 

CAUSE MACAQUE’S STRENGHT COMES FROM HIS LIES AND DECEPTION AND SHADOWS

TAKE THAT AWAY, AND HE’S BARELY ANTYING

WOWOWOWOWOWOWOWOWOWOWOOWOW

WOW

MK

LOOK HOW MUCH HE’S PROGRESSED AND GROWN UP

Instead of yelling and fighting, he just holds Macaque there and asks and tries to understand and acts like this is just a normal conversation, eh’s not even trying to fight him he’s just asking 

MAN 

HE’S SO EARNEST TOO

MK MEANS EVERYTHING TO ME HE’S TRYNG SO VERY HARD TO BE KIND AND UNDERSTANDING (looks at SQ) mAN 

“i’ve had a taste of dying, and not a big fan SO” KAY WOW AIGHT COME RIGHT OUT AND SAY IT DEAD BOY BGSDKLMF;AOWEF 

When he’s with his friends he seems actually like afraid of macaque but he’s literally fighting him without powers rn and he doesn’t seem afraid of him at ALL 

man

MAN

okay just, I find how Mk treats him very interesting 

mK IS WAY TOO GOOD FOR MACAQUE I’M JUST SAYING LIKE HE’S SO PATIENT AND KIND NO MATTER HOW MANY TIMES HE BEATS HIM THE HECK UP, MAN ABUSES THIS KID AND HE JUST CONSTANTLY TRYING TO GET HIM TO OPEN UP AND BE KIND TO HIM M A N 

MAN 

THIS EP

EHCK

“if you can’t beat me, you can’t beat her” THAT WHOLE

HE’S RIGHT 

LIKE, SEH’S SO MUCH MORE PWOERFUL THAN HIM AND HE KNOWS IT

AAAAA

I’M HAVING WAY TOO MANY THOUGHTS RN 

“I’ll repay my debt and be free of this nightmare” HE SAYS IT SO CAUSUALLY BUT MY GUY MY GOSH THE HECK GBSDKLFMA;WOEIFM 

I’D SAY SOMEBODY HELP HIM BUT MK’S ALREADY TRYING TO HECK 

GET EM

YES

MEI

GET HIM

CAUSE MK WON’T PUNCH HIM HE WONT’ DO IT

MEI WILL

FRICK YEAH 

GET EMMMMM

JHAHHAHAHAHHHAHHAHA

YOU DON’T GET TO TOUCH M’BOY

GET EM MEI 

BEAT HIM UP 

YEEEAAHHHHHHH

YEEEEAAAHHHHHHHHHH

GET EM MEI 

OHHHHHHHH

THAT HURT HIM

Y’DON’T SAY

THE WAY MK THINKS MEI IS THE ABSOLUTE COOLEST 

I’M HOLDING THEM SO GENTLY

THEY HYPE UP EACH OTHER SO MUCH I LOVE THEM 

YEAAAAHHH

GET EM MEI

BEAT THE CRAP OUTTA HIM

SHE’S PROBABLY GONNA LOSE BUT GET ONE HIT IN AND I’LL BE SO HAPPY 

MEI IS SO FREAKING GOOD I APPRECIATE HER SO MUCH 

THE FACT MEI PICKED THAT UP JUST BY WATCHING HER UNCLE DO THAT IS AMAZING 

Mei: *shows up* 

Macaque: I n t e r e s t i n g 

AKA: I have no idea what to do in this situation so i’m making myself seem like i just find it neat 

THAT IS SUPER GROSS, GET HIM 

I’M LAUGHING 

AT HIM

SO HARD

LETS GET SOME ARMOUURRRRRR

HE’S SO STUPID

HE’S SO DRAMATIC

I KNOW IT’S JUST FOR THE SETS BUT I’M WHEEZING BGD;SLKFMN;GH;OAIWMF 

CAN WE PUNC HIM

CAN WE PLEASE? 

ALSO AWOOGA THAT FRAME WHEN WE SEE HIM INSIDE THE MECH HI 

HI 

HIS MECH HAS SIX EEEARRRRSSSSSS

SANDYYYYYY

;A; 

I’M HOLDING HIM SO FREAKING GENTLYYYYYYYYYYY

HAHA U FOOL YOU THINK U CAN STAND AGAINST SANDY??????

HA 

GET HIM MEI

HE DARED TOUCH SANDY BEAT HIM UP 

WOOWWWW THAT LIKE, LAZERD HIM DIRECTLY AND NOTHING HAPPENED

WOOWWWWW

IT HURT HIM BEFORE THO?? 

THINKING HARD ABOTU THAT 

WOWWWW

W O W 

THE LBD FRAME

MK’S THE SAME

H

I’M FINE

That’s Mk’s “something bad is happening to my friends and i can’t do anything about it” face

wonder if 

backstory H

JUST THINKING IGNORE ME MOVING ON 

BRUH

OF COURSE THEY DID THE “TAKE ME, JUST LEAVE THEM ALONE” OF COURSE THEY DID 

MAC JUST LOOKS KINDA ALL OVER THE PLACE HE’S NOT DOING WELL, AND I STILL WANNA PUNT HIM INTO THE SUN FOR DOING THIS TO MK 

MACAQUE SELF PROJECTING ONTO MK

GLOATING OVER THE FACT THAT HE’S IN CONTROL OF THE SITUATION AND MK IS NOTHING

CAUSE HEY, HE’S IN MK’S PLACE IN REGARDS TO LBD

HE IS NOTHING, AND LBD IS IN CONTROL 

HE’S LIKE, CLASSIC BULLY PROJECTING ISSUES ONTO SOMEONE WEAKER THAN HIM I’M

HE’S THE WORST Y’ALLS 

THAT QUIET “I said.” 

h

ACTUALLY NOT OVER HOW MAC JUST SLAMMED MEI’S DRAGON INTO THE SAND

GET EM MK 

LOOK HOW PRETTY BIRD HE IS 

GET HIM

HOW’D HE KNOW TO GO FOR THE EYE?? 

HOW’D THAT EFFECT MAC?? 

HECK

YEAH GOT HIM 

WOW MK’S POWERFUL 

WOW THE WAY HE

CLUTCHED HIS EYE AND LAUGHED HYSTERICALLY 

MANS’ GOT EYE TRUAMA FOR ONE 

UH

WOW THIS IS A LOT THIS EP HOLY CRAP THERE’S SO MUCH TO FREAKING UNPACK I’M REELING 

Interesting really is Macaque’s favourite word this season GAL;KF;AWE HE’S SO SUTPID I’M GONNA FISTFIGHT HIM INTO THE SUN

THE TRANSFORMATIONS 

SCREAMING SO LOUDLY 

THAT WAS A LOT 

THAT WAS SO MUCH

WOW

WOW

IT TOOK ME LIKE AN HOUR AND A HALF TO WATCH THIS AND I STILL FEEL THE NEED TO GO THROUGH IT AGAIN BECAUSE WOW

WOW THAT EYE THING THO

I’M ON THE FLOOR

HOLY CRAP

I’M DEAD

MK KNOWING TO GO FOR THE EYE THO 

I’M NOT OVER THAT 

HE KNOWS THAT’S A SPOT THAT HURTS HIM AND WENT FOR IT 

H

I’M WOW

WOW

SO SAD WE COULDN’T SEE MEI REALLY BEAT UP MACAQUE BUT

WOW

THE WAY MK TREATS MACAQUE AND LIKE

SEEMS SAD WHEN HE GOES FOR THE OTHER OPTION RATHER THAN LETTING HIM HELP HIM

N

HHGGBBD;FMAOEW 

SCREAMS

I NEED TO LIKE LAY DOWN AFTER THIS EP GOOD GOSH 

LAYS DOWN

SCREAMS

ROLLS AWAY

OKAY WOW YEAH

GONNA

THIS REALLY TOOK EIGHT YEARS OF MY LIFE, CRUMPLED IT UP INTO A BALL AND HANDED IT BACK TO ME BGDSLKFMA;OGH;OIAWEMF

WOWOWOWOWOOWOWOWOOWOW

OKAY I’M FINE

IM JUST

WOW

THIS IS GONNA TAKE ME A WHILE TO GET OVER HAHAHAHHAHAHAHA

GODSPEED GOOD DAY I’MA GO HAVE A CRISIS NOW FARWELL 

[kaissauce]

okay, phucker, do it

ok let's do this @rolli-zolli @ninikins

Horrortale: technically an alternate timeline instead of au. after a neutral run where undyne's queen the core malfunctions and food becomes scarce and people resort to eating humans because sans suggested it. Aliza is the protag. latest thing that happened in the ongoing comic was Aliza agreeing to go with Papyrus to solve his last puzzle. as for the appearance of sans he has a HUGE hole on his head and a red eye. he got the hole from undyne when she got his magic eye which was going to be used to power the core. sans didnt die tho and killed the guards holding him down and just took whatever eye was on the ground and used it as a replacement for his magic eye that's powering the core. i quote first words he said after putting the eye in his socket "who the fuck took my phone?". then the magic eye went apeshit and broke the core again. oh and also he made alphys braindead by quite literally scrambling her brain. yeah this au is rough sans hasn't really eaten anything since the core was destroyed since he decided not to eat any humans.

Dusttale: i think this was originally a korean au? basic rundown: too many genocide runs sans goes apeshit and tries to get his Lv up by killing monsters himself man went fuckin insane kills his brother blah blah blah edgy angsty au the ghost of papyrus haunts him n stuff. sans literally just looks the same except he has his hood on and sometimes artists draw him with papyrus's scarf. the cool artists draw him with his hood on and has the hood completely cover his face so u can only see his glowing pupils. although people call him dust sans he's actually named murder sans

Killer: so frickin similar to dusttale except sans goes apeshit because of the human being like "join me lmao". three different outcomes come from this. i think it was 1 sans joins human 2 sans joins human kills human later on 3 kills human or something. friends with color sans who is basically his impulse control. pretty sure his soul's fucked up and Color sans tries to make his soul un-fucked but Nightmare comes in and fucks up the progress. he has white shorts, his eye sockets are constantly pitch black and leaking tar or something also has a weird target thingy on his chest. OH YEAH ALSO HE HAS BEEF WITH UNDERSWAP SANS ALMOST FORGOT. basically swap sans tried to make killer good and then they had a fight, swap sans lost and was on the verge of dying thankfully swap papyrus was able to save him in time i think

Dreamtale: Dream isn't in the drawing but his brother, Nightmare is. Sooo he used to not look all goooy and have tentacles n stuff but then he ate a couple hundred apples and yeah. he's six years old apparently. Nightmare and Dream are supposed to be guardians of a tree that has 500 golden apples and 500 black n goopy apples. the golden aples are positive and the goop ones are negative. you're not supposed to eat either of them cus bad shit happens. Dream and Nightmare live in a village and for whatever reason they're all dicks to Nightmare because ooughh he's the guardian of negativity that's not baller. he also goes apeshit (do u see a pattern here) and eats a goopy apple n then becomes the goop man he is today. he fuckin eats 999 apples jesus christ. and the last one is eaten by Dream because if u eat all 1000 apples u become unstoppable and immortal. so that would be a bad thing if nightmare got the last one. wop wop wop these dude aren't sanses they only have the body of one if that makes sanse.

Error: manlet. he's literally an error and that's why he's like that. also he's technically not a sans now, the redesign for him was so that he could be in the creator's webcomic named Lucidia. Error sans, aka the destroyer of aus, finds aus to be mistakes so he tries to get rid of them. his process of doing this is simple: get the human soul to the void so that they can't reset, destroy the au. he primarily attacks using his strings which can wrap around one's soul and control them. he like some aus like outertale because of how open and empty it is. he likes to be alone and has haphephobia. if u touch him he'll glitch out and possibly crash. he crashes whenever gets overwhelmed. said crashing causes him to shut down and reboot and he's powerless while doing so. he's actually pretty easy to beat if you know how to push his buttons the right way. in the og ask error blog made by his creator Loverofpiggies he kidnaps Swap sans who tries to help Error become a better person. this ends horribly as error leaves Swap sans in the void who then becomes an error aswell due to being alone in the void too long. Error actually regrets doing that to swap sans

Aftertale: OK FUN FACT THE SANS OF THIS AU, WHO'S NICKNAMED "Geno" IS ERROR. aftertale is a comic made by LoverofPiggies it's been SOOOO long since i last read it so i cant really give a good summary. but anyways Geno is trapped in the loading screen with the human and will die if he leaves the loading screen. eventually from being in the loading screen for too long after the events of aftertale he becomes Error.

OOF WOWIE THERE'S SO MUCH TO GO

Underfresh: he's not even a sans either. "Fresh" is a parasite inhabiting a skeleton. his birthday is on 4/20 which is ironic cus he doesn't like drugs. he censors swears. he speaks 90's lingo and dresses like a neon sign. for some reason he has eyebrows and a gold tooth. the glasses he has can change text but normally defaults to "YOLO". he can't feel anything since he has no soul of his own and just latches onto the host's. instead he learns how to act from the people around him. not being able to feel actually bothers him a LOT

Echotale: Aka Gaster sans. uhhh this one was also a comic if i remember correctly. basically Frisk and G!Sans are the only ones in the au and they're trying to find the core to fix the fucked up timeline that they're in but the core keeps changing positions so that sucks.

Swapfell: originally made by Khhoppang who left social media. Started out as an Alphys x Undyne au so only those two were designed but Kh was planning to design more of the characters. before they could people had a field day with the idea of mashing two aus together and SO many people came up with their own designs for sans and papyrus. Khhoppang left social media because they got overwhelmed with all the art reposters and stuff, pretty sad. the appearance of the sans in that au is the purple one with a scythe (i dont think he has a scythe in the og design).

Swapfell Red: so basically this is the swapfell made by people that isn't Khhoppang. community made per se. Sans's appearance changes constantly because as said before many people made many different designs. typically he just looks like Swap sans but with red high heel boots and his color scheme fits underfell

Fellswap (gold): Au made by blackggggum. so swapfell is underswap turned fell, fell swap is underfell swapped it takes a bit to understand that. his appearance is somewhat similar to Swapfell red. He's kind to his friends but if ur his enemy he'll fucking deck you. he's blind in his left eye, the leader of the royal guard, and secretly into dressmaking. fun fact in this au Papyrus has autism

Xtale: uuuuhhhh so Cross is a complicated one. he's part of the royal guard along with papyrus. has beef with xgaster. responsible for the downfall of his au and then Underverse happens and Ink is all "oh cool someone to mess with" and they became friends for a bit then shit hit the fan

Underfell: OOOOO YES UNIRONICALLY ONE OF MY FAVORITES. So Underfell sans is actually a very powerful mf and constantly has his magic eye activated because he has so much magic. This au is also technically an alternate timeline where monsters "lost their humanity" as the creator put it. so basically trust in the underground is scarce. Sans and papyrus, contrary to many interpretations i fucking hate, are actually on good terms (and no sans doesn't call papyrus "boss" the creator said if he does he'd do it ironically and papyrus would hate it). Fun facts he pays Grillby in socks (grillby accepts the socks as payment and wears them), if u make grillby laugh he gives u a jacket that looks like his and it's heavily implied that sans made him laugh because their jackets are similar

Underswap: ah yes another classic that i love as well. originally made by PopcornPr1nce who fled social media because they hated how the majority fandom treated Underswap (Blueberry and Carrot were popular names for the fanon swap papyrus and sans). Swap sans is constantly infantilized by the community which sucks and i hate it so i draw my own very super cool version of him whom i kin because i am also very super cool.

Outertale: mainly an aesthetic au pretty sure there's no comic of it. basically, instead of underground they in space. outer sans dies in underverse after like minutes of screentime lmao

Epictale: a comic made by Yugogeer. the og comic was retconned and the creator loathes the original version and made a reboot that's much better. Sans actually dies very early in it because Yugo hates how Sans is almost always focused on in aus. also the creator hates how meme-y their sans has become (like him saying bruh every single sentence, using a rubber chicken as a weapon, cookies, etc.) he's friends with Cross but not in canon. He has a purple magic eye that makes him immortal and i think only epic gaster could remove it which is how sans was able to be killed when he fought gaster.

Temmietale: it's undertale but everyone is temmie, don't question it

Trainertale: it's undertale but it's Pokemon, don't question it

Dancetale: it's undertale but you dance instead of fight, don't

Mobtale/Mafiatale: im unsure if mobtale and mafiatale are separate or not but they are very similar. basically undertale but mafia it's self explanatory

Undertale: no clue which au is this one, nope not at all/j

Bittytale or whatever idk: so take sans, make him small. boom. never understood this au

THAT BASTARD INK: HOOO BOY SAVED THE WORST FOR LAST. FUCK THIS GUY/j. THIS DUDE. IS THE REASON IM STILL INTO UNDERTALE AUS. I LOVE EM SO MUCH. also technically not a sans. He comes from an unfinished au and ripped his own soul to escape said au and became an outcode. for so long he was just a soulless husk until someone drew him and he got splashed with paint which let him feel. soon he learned to keep the paint in vials so that he can be able to feel 24/7. And then he learned how to create things with a paintbrush and the paint and spent time alone drawing up his own world until a portal appeared and took him to the multiverse. now he encourages artists to keep creating aus. he's the protector of aus in the sense that he keeps other outcodes from disrupting the script of the au, so if it's pacifist and an outcode tries to kill people he'd stop them, if it's genocide and an outcode tried to help them he'd stop them. no matter what he wants the au to stay on script. fun fact the creator of ink and the creator of error never had them interact with each other in canon, that was all the fandom's doing. Contrary to popular belief he's not really considered "good" his alignment is officially "Chaotic neutral". I personally interpret him a lot more chaotic than in canon because it's fun but he's a pretty chill guy actually. he can just be a bit of an ass sometimes. According to the creator of Ink (who is Comyet) his interpretation in Underverse is not canon compliant. one of the biggest canon things that underverse contradicts is Ink deliberately not taking his vials. if he were to do that in canon he'd become a husk again which is the equivalent of him "dying". he was described as a walking corpse by Comyet, without the vials he can't function anymore. Like Error he's pretty easy to beat if you know his weaknesses. also he has fears of empty spaces and being alone

off topic kinda but i very much love how Error and Ink are opposites yet parallel even though they were completely written without the other in mind. Error believes getting rid of aus is getting rid of anomalies. Ink believes people interfering with aus are anomalies. Error loves emptiness, Ink hates emptiness. list goes on it's funky fresh.

also uhhh sanses missing from that drawing that i can name from the top of my head

Seraphim sans, Insans, Dusttrust, He who shall not be named because he's from an 18+ au, Swapswap (yes. that exists), Storyshift, Inverted Fate (very good au i suggest checking it out), Negatale, Oceantale, Template, Pale, Mafiafell, Farmtale

my phone is at 9% y'all are spared from me going on

[that-one-weeb-but-it-transformer]

𝕄𝕖𝕖𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘 ℝ𝕒𝕥𝕔𝕙𝕖𝕥 𝕒𝕗𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕨𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕡𝕖𝕟𝕖𝕕 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕃𝕠𝕤𝕥 𝕃𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥 ℍ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕔𝕒𝕟𝕠𝕟𝕤 (𝕋𝕗𝕡/𝕄𝕋𝕄𝕋𝔼)

This got sad at the end my bad lmao

-You had crashed a pod escaping from a Deception war ship somewhere in the middle of space

-the autobots got the signal but when they came to check it they found the pod completely empty

-ratchet was able to concluded you were either smart and or hurt as the med pack had been missing

-you yourself were hiding in the trees, looking at the clustered group, but sighed in relief hearing Ratchet's voice.

-about to step out Wheeljack got to you first as you were tossed out into the open and thrown to the groups feet.

-looking up Ratchet sighed, "out of all bots, its you."

-*enter nervous laughter*

-The other bots looked between Ratchet and Y/n putting the dots together:

"You know this femme Ratchet?" Arcee asked.

"This is Y/n." Ratchet spoke as she got up from the floor dusting herself off, "She was on the lost light with me at one point in time."

Y/n smiled in response, "Does she talk?" Bulkhead asked waving a hand infront of her face as she turned her head and smiled at him in return.

"No." Ratchet spoke, "A scientist and medical Collège that took science and medicine to far. Too much self experimentation."

"So she's a badass?" Smokescreen asked walking infront of Y/n.

"You served under alpha trion? did you not?" Y/n looked up at the commander as she nodded.

She looked at Ratchet, tapping out something into the air, "She said she remembers meeting you when you were still Orion Prax, in the hall."

-turns out you had quiet the memory

-when you were introduced to the humans at base Miko was happy to have another girl- but was bummed to see you couldn't talk- Raff seemed to understand your cybertroanian old school Morse code

-you happily took the position as field medic- you may not be able to talk but you were able to hear better than any thing in the galaxy- and you fought good

-everyone was happy to have you on base as you usually drew out scenes from your time on the lost light in the earths dirt which entertained the two youngest bots and the kids.

-agent fowler didn't even knew you existed after a few debriefings because you were like an assassin

-while not being a field medic you helped Ratchet in the base, even if you were an older bot compared to some of the younger bots you were extremely flexible so it helped when you had to fix something in the celling

-Ratchet found himself jealous as the younger bots clung to you- but it pissed him off that Wheeljack seemed to trying to make a move.

-he caught the two of you training one day, nothing too big- until you both toppled on top of one of another and Ratchet asked for your help as if he had been just passing by

-you only got up and went after Ratchet goung ti help him out

-as much as he hated it he liked being near you

-he was putting off telling you how much you ment, one day you went with Optimus to an infected ship and both of you caught the diesease

-unlike Optimus you're body was fine and were able to hide it from the group

-thats right Im killing you off-

-it wasnt until you collapsed in the middle of the battlefield that they found you were sick

-it seems due to your self experimentation when the disease hit you it mutated into a different strand which Ratchet didn't have a cure for

-He watched you suffer locked in your room as you refused Energon injections or anything that had to do with refusing resources

-wanna short story here:

Ratchet walked into the berth room, Y/n laid on the floor intaking heavily as her once bright blue eyes were dimming. Ratchet walked over placing a servo on your head. She smiled at him as she held his servo weakly.

"T-t-the l-l-lost l-ight..." She spoke brokenly, coughing as she turned her helm away.

"You've been trying to fix your voice box." Ratchet spoke. "You never stopped."

"Y-y--y-our th-e r-eason. Y-you nev-er did."

"And its reason like this I wish I had stopped my research and payed attention to the important ones in my life." Ratchet told her with a sad frown as she smiled weakly holding his servo.

"S-s-se if v-voice b-b-ox w-wo-rks f-f-for bee."

"In your time of death you still want to help others." Ratchet spoke, "how did you ever survie as my assistant."

She smiled as he smiled in return still painfully holding onto the last of life.

"Its okay." Ratchet spoke, " You can go."

"I'll see you next time." Y/n spoke clearly with all her energy, "Don't change on me."

-okay big sad that made me the author cry

-Even though you asked Ratchet couldn't take from your lifeless body for someone else.

-it took him time but he moroned over you for quiet some time- using his work as a discraction but it only made him think of you more.

-after all this time he finally started to come to terms with your passing- you were in a better place now

-Until Ultra Magnus showed up, the Lutenit was more than ecstatic to see one of his most trusted- one called friend, (not that he showrd it) when he got your message, hoping you'd still be on earth he looked amongst the group seeing you were in fact gone- this made Ratchet double take and to go through the morning all over again.

[beomglocks]

colors ; k.th

part of the badlands series!

colors: “you’re ripped at every edge but you’re a masterpiece.”

based off halsey’s badlands album.

warnings and other: museum curator!taehyun, old money!y/n, mentions of depression and grass smoking, little bit of angst i guess??

taehyun sighed as he took down the 11th painting this week. the museum hadn't been very busy in the past couple of weeks, maybe because the weather was getting colder. one part of him figured that many people just wanted to be bundled up at home watching holiday themed movies and drinking warm drinks rather than appreciating enchanting artworks.

he couldn't fool himself though, he knew the truth. today's generation didn't care about the fine arts anymore. a shame, seeing as everything around them seemed to be inspired by it.

kang taehyun worked at his local museum. he had been offered the position by the owner one night while roaming the place. this should've been a red flag looking back. the owner seemed desperate for someone to fill in the position since the previous employee had left without notice. nonetheless, taehyun took the job and didn't regret it one bit.

open 24/7, the red haired boy was always working on the clock. not that there was much to do seeing as most of the people his age or even a bit older didn't hang around museums purely for the joy of it. actually, his only job was to exhibit the newly arrived collections, clean and dust them off, and conduct regular tours and workshops for the public. due to this and the fact that not many people even came by he would take regular breaks.

once in a while you'd see the occasional old person or art expertee roaming around the small museum. if you were lucky, you'd see the local edgy teens posing next to a piece they didn't understand just to get an aesthetic picture. taehyun would also have the unfortunate job of shooing them away or scolding them for getting just a bit too close.

recently his boss, who was the museum manager and maybe the only other person besides taehyun that worked there, had informed him that due to funds and unfortunate unforeseen events, the museum would be closing down in about a month from now. this caused taehyun to fall deep into a depression since this was his only job and he loved it here. the museum was like his second home. he found comfort in the silent images displayed throughout the building. they always told him a story and when new pieces came in he would sit and stare attentively at the new anecdote being told to him.

taehyun smiled sadly at the piece he had just taken down. it was a painting of 2 people kissing however both of their faces were covered by white cloths. this was his favorite and he didn't even have a clue as to why. probably because of the uncertainty of what the other was feeling or because of the fact that the other couldn't see each other's faces through the cloth, that would've made the kiss more exciting in his opinion.

he stepped out of the museum and into the frosty air of the outside world. it was only autumn so why was it so cold? he thought to himself. he discreetly pulled out a prerolled blunt and his white lighter from his pocket. he lit it and stuck in between his slightly chapped lips.

maybe smoking dope wasn't the healthiest thing in the world, especially for a boy so young, barely 19, but it helped taehyun get his mind off the inevitably of losing his job and being homeless for the winter. he shuttered at the thought. he would have to room with one of his friends, he sighed shaking his head. no, he didn't want to be a burden, yeonjun had helped him enough as it is.

he looked at his surroundings taking in the cold autumn afternoon. the trees had long lost their leaves and were bare. the sky was a murky gray color as if it were threatening to rain any time soon. he noticed a girl bundled up in winter clothes near the entrance of the building glance at him. he smiled at her and she jumped at the eye contact, thinking that he wouldn't catch her. taehyun chuckled as he watched her rush into the museum. "back to work," he said out loud to himself.

once the blunt had been almost gone, he smoked what was left of it and headed back into the empty museum. he was feeling light-headed, the effects of the blunt finally taking action, but taehyun was used to it so it barely affected him as much.

he made his way to the girl who was now starting to take off her jacket and scarf. taehyun tapped on the girl's shoulder to get her attention. "hi," he smiled at the girl, showing off his dazzling smile. "if you'd like, i could give you a tour of the museum." well what's left of it anyways, he thought to himself.

"oh...no thank you," said the girl. she smiled warmly at the worker. "well not to be invasive of your decision but it's sort of in my job description," taehyun replied as he rubbed the back of his neck. the girl sighed in defeat, "i guess i have no choice then."

taehyun laughed as he took her coat and scarf to hang up in the public closet, "yep, trust me. they say im not that bad of a tour guide, im quite fun to be around if i do say so myself. i promise not to bore you too much." the girl nodded, not entirely convinced. "if i do end up bored i will hold you accountable..." she took a moment to take a peek at taehyun's name tag, "kang taehyun," she joked.

as they walked through the museum the girl couldn't help but notice that it was fairly empty. "why are there almost no paintings in here?" she laughed hesitantly. "i thought this was a museum?" taehyun stopped walking, turning to her with a sad expression on his face.

"the museum is expected to close in about a month or so," he stated simply. "oh...that's terrible. may i ask why?" the girl responded. "my boss says we've run out of funds or something like that," taehyun chuckled bitterly. "people don't really give a shit about good art these days anyways."

"that's a shame..."

they continued to look through the various paintings that were still up and occasionally the girl would ask to see the ones that were taken down and left on the floor. it seemed the two were lost in each other's company as night started to approach.

"thank you for the tour of this lovely museum taehyun. it was fun but it's a shame such a nice museum like this is closing down," the girl said softly. taehyun nodded solemnly, he just wanted to get this day over with and crash at his apartment. he didn't blame the girl before him but talking to her reminded him of his harsh reality. a notification coming from the girl's bag made both of them jump as they were both lost in their thoughts.

"ah, that must be my father. he's kind of annoying when it comes to my curfew," she chuckled, digging her phone from her bag. taehyun watched her with a bored expression until his eyes reached her bag. he hadn't noticed this earlier but she had been carrying a louis vuitton bag. his eyes bulged at the expensive item that was so close to him, they got even larger when she fished out the latest iphone from it.

taehyun wasn't poor per se, he had just enough to get by since he was living paycheck to paycheck. however, he had never been in such close proximity to any luxury items. he suddenly felt weird being this close to this girl.

"what do you mean by curfew?" taehyun asks hesitantly. the girl sighs, "my father is one of south korea's richest chaebol's, maybe one of the big three at his point." she rolled her eyes as if this information was nothing. "he's super strict with me because i guess i'm just his show pony daughter whom he can show off to say he's a good father."

taehyun gulped, had he just been casually hanging out with the daughter of one of the richest men in korea? he felt sick at this. she looked up at taehyun's uneasy expression, "oh my god im sorry i just dumped that all on you! i just needed to catch a break so i came here, i didn't mean to drag you into my life story."

taehyun fixes his face, laughing nervously, "no- no its fine really. we all need a break sometimes right? im glad you got to have that time here." the girl smiled up at him, completely misreading his nervous laughter, "im glad i got to spend it here with you taehyun."

"oh before i go!" taehyun watched her pull out a checkbook from her bag and his stomach dropped. he silently watched her scribble some stuff onto the slip and tear it out, handing it to him.

"there's not too much i can take out of my account without my father flipping out but i hope this helps even just a little. whether it be in your personal life or with the museum."

taehyun eyes the check and chokes when he sees 50,000 dollars written neatly on the black line. he swears he can feel sweat going down his face like in the cartoons. "i- i cant possibly take this from you." he moves to hand the check back but the girl refuses to take it back. "taehyun, you love this museum with your entire being. i see the way to look at the paintings and the passion with which you explained them to me. i'd hate to see that taken away."

"plus, if you're gone who's gonna give me the tour when i come back?" she laughs as if this is something casual. taehyun's hands shake as he pockets the check, "i seriously cannot thank you enough...you don't know how much you just helped the museum and m-"

the girls phone dings again and she grumbles, "ugh why can't he just leave me alone. sorry but i think i really gotta go for real before he tracks my location or something crazy like that."

taehyun nods wistfully at the mention of her having to leave. he was really starting to enjoy her company.

"oh by the way," the girl giggles as she pulls her coat on hurriedly.  "was that you smoking weed at the corner of the museum earlier?" the girl chuckled to herself again just remembering it. taehyun furrowed his eyebrows, "why would you say that kind of thing at out loud and at my job?!" he scolded in a playful hushed voice.

"i just thought it was funny and you also smelled of weed the entire tour, i didn't mind though so don't worry," the girl concluded. she was starting to walk away towards out the door now. "i'll walk you out," taehyun offers. "such a helpful employee. is this in the job description too?" the girl jokes, turning to him while a smile on her lips. "well, not exactly," taehyun says smoothly.

she shakes her head, "i'll see you soon taehyun." he watches her walk off into the darkness of the night when he suddenly remembers something.

"hey what's your name by the way?" he shouts after the girl. for some reason taehyun really was hopeful of seeing her again.

"y/n!" came the disembodied voice of the girl he had just met.

[elika-simpika]

This is my first post so sorry for any spelling mistakes and such.

Bakugou x Fem reader

Contains: edging?, Nonon, probably bad grammar and spelling, and uh I really dont know what else so enjoy ;')

You had been following him for a while. Trying to find the truth. With the cat like quirk you had, it was easy to follow heros around undetected. It made it easy for a reporter like you to find the truth.

You started about 3 weeks ago, after an interview with the hero. You had heard that he was rude and sarcastic but he was much worse then you thought. Not only that but he just over all gave you bad vibes.

You were on top of building, jumping from to another, looking over the hero on his patrol. You made sure to never take your eyes off of him for even a second.

You noticed that the hero had started to slow down and eventually even stopped. Not wanting to miss anything you quickly grabbed your camera and notepad. Only taking your eyes of the hero for not even a second, you look back noticing he was gone. You look around frantically trying to spot him but nothing.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing?"

You whip around to find the one and only Katsuki bakugou, standing right in front of you. You fumble for words only to get interrupted.

"Hah, did you really think I wouldn't notice. You are pretty sneaky for an average being but not good enough to get past me."

"If you wanted to get an autograph or some shit, you didn't need to stalk me. I'd be more than glad to give a cute little fan like you one."

You quickly get up, now irritated saying " I'm not some stupid fan of yours" Looking him right in the eyes you say "I'm here to find the truth about the so called hero Dynamite. Aka you. I know theres something you have got to be hiding and I plan on finding it and exposing the true you."

After hearing your words, you see that he has a dark and creepy smirk but ignore it. You start walking away only to be grabbed by the arm.

"Let me go!" you scream.

"You reporters think your so great don't ya? Going around, trying to 'find the truth'. Its all a load of BS." you hear him say.

He pulls you close so that his lips are right next to your ears and he whispers "So what if I'm hiding some shit? What's a weak little girl like you gonna do about it-" Before he can finish, you slap him across the face, making him let you go, standing there , shocked that you would dare put your hands on him.

Before you have a chance to run, he pushes you down to the floor, pinning you down, having you trapped between the floor and him.

"Get the fuck off me you creep!", you shout.

"I'm the creep? Who was the one being a little stalker just a few minutes ago" he says.

You push forward, trying to get him off of you, only succeeding in running up against him.

"Fuck" he says . "Girls like you just need their little pussies filled up, dont you"

You look at him shocked. You start struggling, panicking. "Get the hell off of me! I will report your creepy ass if you try anything!" you shout, trying not to sound scared.

Bakugou had had enough of your voice. Using one hand, he held both of yours above your head, using the other to go down to your pants and rip the crotch area, leaving you exposed.

"Hah, no underwear I see. Suiting for a whore such as your self" he says as he starts rubbing his fingers between your folds.

Ar this point you are in full panicking. Screaming shouting and trying to kick him off, anything to keep him from touching you. But it is all to no avail.

He brings the hand that was holding your own down to your throat. Grabbing it tight, saying "Keep fucking screaming and struggling and I'll blow your fucking little throat up. You're gonna let me have my fun and your gonna enjoy it. Got it?"

With eyes starting to tear up you nod. Not wanting to be killed by this so called hero you let him have his way with you.

He inserts two fingers making you flinch. You start crying even more at his words " Fuck you're so tight. My cock will feel so fucking amazing in here"

He starts moving his fingers, scissoring and curling them, hitting just the right spots in you making a small moan escape from you.

A dark chuckle escapes from his lips as he says "Such a fucking slut. Enjoying the fingers of a man you barely fucking know."

You shake your head no. Not wanting to admit it. You didnt enjoy this. You didn't lie it at all. But your body couldnt help but betray you.

He starts moving his fingers faster, adding another one. Scissoring faster and harder, curling them more. You're so close. He can feel it.So right when you're about to reach your orgasm, he pulls them out.

Hearing a low whine come from you he laughs.

"Did you really think I was just going to let a little bitch like you come like that?"

He pulls out his cock. Rock hard with precum already leaking out. He allows you to get up just enough to see it.

Your eyes go wide. When you lay your eyes on it.

"N-no way..." you whisper just loud enough for bakugou to hear you. "That wont fit....it cant fit.." you mumble. You start begging him. Pleading for him to just let you go now. Pleading for him to not put that thing inside of you. But it's no use.

Putting the tip by your entrance he says, "Just relax will ya. I'll make it fit." And with that he thrusts his length into you, earning a loud scream from you. You're crying more than before now. Chest heaving up and down. Having a difficult time catching your breath.

He doesn't move for a bit. Giving you time to adjust. But not before long he is moving inside of you. Starting with slow thrusts but gradually speeding up.

" Fuck. You're so fucking tight" he says as he pound into you. It hadnt been long and he can already feel you reaching your orgasm .

"Gonna cum already?" He says. Taking a finger, he reaches for your puffy little nub. He brushes a finger against it, earning a loud moan from you.

"P-p-please..." you manage to say .

"Please what? Let you cum?"he says in a locking tone. You nod your head yes, not being able to form proper sentences anymore.

"I'll let you cum. Just admit that you wanted this. Admit that this is what you wanted from the beginning. Admit that you are nothing but a little cockslut." He says between his grunts.

"N-no..."you say. "P-plea-se ju-st-t l-let me" you manage to stutter out. But Bakugou isnt having it.

He brushes his finger against your clit once more earning a reaction from you. "I'll let you when you admit it" he says.

"Please..." you say.

Finally giving in, not being able to take it anymore you say " yes! I-im a little c-cockslut! T-this is w-what I wanted f-from t-the begi-nning".

Satisfied with your words he starts rubbing it once more. It's not long before your orgasm crashes over you. That doesn't stop bakugou tho. He continues. Now at a merciless pace chasing his own high.

As soon you can feel another orgasm coming.

"fuck I'm close" he says as he starts rubbing your clit again at a much harsher pace feeling another orgasm coming from you.

He starts speeding up, soon about to cum inside your pretty little cunt. Realization hits you and scream " Not inside! Please..".

But it's too late. His hips stutter as he come asleep inside you, continuing to pound as your own orgasm hits you once more.

He collapses pm you for a bit before getting up. Putting his clothes back in order, he says, "I'll see you again little reporter". Then hes gone. You're left alone on the rooftop. Cumdripping between your legs. Shavking a bit. With puffy face from all your crying.

[captainshyguy]

for the ask meme: bbbberdly >:]

oh i wonder who this could be >:3

1: sexuality headcanon:

hmmm....not too sure about this one honestly! he clearly shows some interest in susie near the end of chapter 2, but also like, susie did lift a huge weight off his shoulders by pointing out to him that no one cares if he isnt smart, so he could easily be riding that high, yknow? the 'person was nice to me now i love them' vibes

like im just throwing labels in the air like 'uhhh...pan???' 'aro???' 'bi??'

i think maybe he doesnt know, deep down. trap him in a room with kris and we'll see if we can speedrun that character arc with protagonist power X]

2: otp:

i dont really have one X] i laugh whenever i see art of him and kris in matching gamer shirts in his tag, but i don't think that counts eheeheh

3: brotp:

noelle!! berdly is a....clumsy friend and disregards her input sometimes, but he very clearly cares about her. i dont think she would have tolerated him as much as she did if they didnt have at least some chill moments together (i know noelle is quite timid, but like...still, yknow?) she cares about him, even if she can get tired of him easily

4: notp

i dont see him shipped with enough people to have an active notp, so, hmmm...dont go for susie berdly. it aint gonna happen <3

5: first headcanon that pops into my head

the fact that he's such a perfectionist gives me the impression he';s the type to also be a completionist in games. gotta get that 100%, yknow? >:3

6: one way in which I relate to this character

'i have to be right i have to be right i have to be right and smart and good and perfect andnnanna-[desperate weezing]'

i went through something very similar to berdly, or rather, a different versino of it x] i wonder what would be worse, knowing all along that ur smarts are fabricated and trying to keep the image up anyway, or legitimately having them for 13 years then having that crash down when ur brain couldnt keep up with the difficulty curve? X]

7: thing that gives me second hand embarrassment about this character

nothing makes me embarrassed per se he's too funny for it, but i feel bad for him that he so clearly wants to help the queen and she so CLEARLY is embarassed by him X]

8: cinnamon roll or problematic fave?

this is a very narrow binary op of this ask game!!! >:]

he's my gamer kid who deserves some mellowing out

[twicearoundthesun]

no clue where this came from but enjoy some pointless dayeon flirting

...

Nayeon couldn’t believe it. She glared down the snowy hill at the people tackling the sport with ease, trying to ignore her own shivering.

She couldn’t believe her stupid boss thought a stupid ‘teambuilding trip’ to a stupid ski lodge was a good idea, but more than that, she couldn’t believe she was stupid enough to agree.

It was Jeongyeon’s fault, really. ’It’ll be nice to get to know your coworkers’, her roommate had said. ‘Really nice opportunity to kiss your boss’s ass. Aren’t you working towards that promotion?’

Nayeon hated that she was right. So she’d packed her warmest clothes, borrowed Jihyo’s all-wheel-drive-capable car, and drove an hour to a little ski resort outside the city.

Just to get stuck on the top of the bunny hill.

She wasn’t afraid, per se, but she didn’t really see a reason to hurl herself down a mountain on two questionably thin scraps of plastic while trying to maintain her balance and not break her ankles. Kissing up to her boss didn’t seem worth broken ankles.

She didn’t even notice the girl in the bright red jacket next to her until she spoke.

“What are we looking at?”

Nayeon yelped in surprise, spinning around to see her attacker – who was laughing, damn them – and flailed her arms as her skis started sliding. The girl simply popped her boot-clad foot out of her ski and stomped it down on the front of Nayeon’s, stabilizing her. Nayeon glared at the lodge’s logo on her jacket.

“Not really great customer service, pushing your guests down a mountain.”

“I didn’t touch you.” The girl’s smile still spread nearly ear-to-ear, cheeks and nose bright pink from the cold. “And it’s the bunny hill.” Nayeon oddly found it endearing the way her eyes scrunched up to crescents when she laughed– while she laughed at her, she corrected. She shook off the thought.

“You scared me.” She looked back down the mountain. “And it’s pretty steep for a bunny hill, don’t you think? Someone could get hurt.”

The girl just frowned and glanced to the side. Nayeon followed her gaze to a five-year-old skiing backwards, with her hands up, yelling for her mother to watch.

“Right.” The girl took off her hat, letting blonde hair spill over her shoulders. She held it out to Nayeon. “Well, you should take this. You clearly aren’t used to the cold and, uh, something tells me you’re going to be covered in a bit more snow than me today.”

Nayeon cocked an eyebrow, but she couldn’t deny that she was already freezing from a fall she’d taken into a snow bank on the way up. She took it.

“Thank you.” She said, shortly.

“I’m Dahyun.”

“Hi, Dahyun.”

“I work here.”

“I figured.”

“I’m here to help.”

Nayeon raised her eyebrows again. Was it really that obvious she had no clue what she was doing? She sighed, watching another child speed by and put her skiing skills to shame. Yeah, okay. Great. She needed help from this gorgeous, arrogant stranger with kind eyes.

“I just need to get down there.” She pointed at the lodge. “And then I’ll sit at the bar in the lobby until the rest of my coworkers are done. And I’ll be a good little worker and excuse myself home.”

“Aw, don’t be like that. It’s a lot of fun once you get the hang of it.”

Nayeon just glared.

“Or we could just get you to the bottom of this hill. So you can sit at the bar in the lobby until the rest of your coworkers are done.”

“Thank you.”

Dahyun just smiled and held out her hand, the same eye-smile from before gracing on her features. Nayeon caught herself lost in it for a second before she blinked, and put a gloved hand in the girl’s.

“Okay. We’ll go slow.” She said. “Face the tips of your skis in. Like a triangle. We call it pizza shape. Pizza means stop, French fries means go.” She demonstrated with her own skis.

“You’re teaching me like I’m a five-year-old.”

“No, most of the five-year-olds I teach are a little better than this.”

Nayeon glared. Dahyun laughed. She flipped around to face Nayeon, back to the hill, and held out her other hand.

“What’s your name?”

“Im Nayeon. And I’m really, really bad at this. I know.”

“Im Nayeon,” Dahyun repeated, and smiled. Nayeon hated how nice it sounded in her voice. “If you’re going to get down this hill, you’ll have to trust me. You’re not that bad.”

Nayeon sighed and held her other hand.

“You’re going down backwards?”

“Yes I am. And you’re going forwards. Ready?”

“Maybe. No.”

That was apparently good enough for Dahyun. She pushed them off, still backwards and holding Nayeon’s hands, and Nayeon shrieked in surprise as they crept forward slowly.

It wasn’t bad. She kept the skis relatively pizza-shaped so they’d go slow. Dahyun held tight to her hands, righting her whenever she started to wobble or get off course.

“You’re doing great!” Dahyun beamed. Nayeon looked up and met her eyes and for the first time since getting to this stupid retreat, she felt herself smile, too.

And then her ski hit Dahyun’s boot, somehow. The shorter girl’s ski popped off, throwing her off balance and sending Nayeon stumbling over her. They both crashed down hard; Dahyun into the snow and Nayeon directly on top of the smaller girl as they slid down the hill and stopped a few feet later.

“Ohmygod, I’m so sorry!” Nayeon rushed to get off of her, but Dahyun was… laughing.  Hysterically. Nayeon felt herself join in too, she couldn’t help it. Dahyun rolled to face her, still laying in the snow, ears and nose bright pink.

“That wasn’t so bad, was it?”

She rolled her eyes. “I don’t ever need to ski again.”

“Well, lucky for you, we slid to the bottom.” She giggled, looking around. “So you don’t have to.”

“Thank god.” She hit the button to disconnect her boots.

“But you do have to follow my hot chocolate policy.”

“Excuse me?”

“If you fall while I’m teaching, I buy a hot chocolate. That’s my rule.” She smiled. “I mean, I’m normally teaching kids, so they’re a little happier about it. But I can adjust. It can be a wine policy for Im Nayeon.”

“A wine policy might cheer me up.”

Dahyun smiled, standing up and brushing herself off. She held out a hand and helped Nayeon up, too.

“Good. I’m off work at four.”

“I’ll be waiting, then.” Nayeon smiled. “For the wine, of course.”

Dahyun smiled back.

[bellamyblakru]

recently followed and have been reading all your fics- can I request the bad things bingo “reopening an old wound” with Arthur being too tough to stay in bed like gaius said and Merlin taking care of him 🥺

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Merlin was going to strap Arthur to his bed—and not in the fun way. The dollophead was just so adamant in joining this stupid tournament he was hosting for the dignitaries that came from Nemeth.

“Merlin,” Arthur drawled out in that totally-not-endearing-way he does, “we’ve been over this! I must participate. I am King for a reason! I cannot back down. How would I look to them? Cowardly?” He scoffed at Merlin, who was scowling at the fireplace to refrain from magicking the king to another land for the entirety of the tournament.

“Stop that.” Arthur demanded, coming to sit down next to Merlin.

“I didn’t do anything.”

Arthur huffed, “You’re thinking about doing something illegal to get me out of this.”

Merlin frowned, “No. I wasn’t.”

“Hmhmm,” Arthur sang in disbelief, “I’m sure.”

Merlin sighed in defeat, “Arthur, you just started healing from the hunting accident and you know Gaius will be crossed that you directly went against his advice to stay in bed.”

Arthur folded his arms against his chest, “I’m not scared of going against Gaius, Merlin.”

Merlin smirked, “Now who’s lying?”

Arthur slumped against the front of the chair, “Alright, Gaius can be scary. But I’ve already made up my mind. And if anything does happen to me, you’ll be there anyways, right? What’s to worry about?”

Merlin conceded to that, “Fine, but just know I’ll be mad the entire time.”

Arthur let out a light laugh, placing his hand on Merlin’s shoulder, “I can live with that.”

Merlin fake scowled at him, making Arthur laugh again, so, just because he could, he magicked a pillow to hit the King’s face—this led to a very dignified pillow fight that both will profusely refuse happened later.

~~~~~~~~~~

Arthur wouldn’t say he regretted participating per se, but when his shoulder started pounding and, if he looked at it for longer than three seconds, blood may be seeping through his tunic, he can’t really say he was happy with his early choices.

Not that he would tell Merlin this, of course, who was giving him a waterskin with narrowed eyes.

“Arthur.”

“Hmm?” Arthur was staring at the two men fighting in the arena, each wielding quarterstaffs, who were amateur fighters at best.

“You’re favoring your right side, did you know that?”

Arthur’s head snapped to Merlin, “What? No I’m not.”

Merlin scowled at him, “You’re lying!”

Arthur pouted, “No I’m not.”

Merlin gasped, pointing a finger in his chest, “You’re doing it again! Arthur, you have some tells, you know.”

Arthur swatted away the finger, “No I don’t.”

Merlin, the idiot, laughed, “No? You always raise your eyebrows a bit when you lie, sire , and I know this for a fact.”

Arthur frowned, he thought he grew out of that, “No one can ever tell! I have to lie all the time in court and no one ever calls me out!”

Merlin sighed, rather dramatically, “Arthur, they also didn’t spend every godforsaken second for years memorizing your emotions as I did.”

Arthur tilted his head, contemplating that, “Why did you do that?”

That took Merlin off guard, which Arthur had hoped for, giving his servant a sly smile, as Merlin went violently red, a flush coming up from his neck to his ears, “What else was I supposed to do? I look at your face for the majority of the day, Arthur. I’m sure you know all my tells as well.”

Arthur hummed nonchalantly, “Whatever you say, Merlin.”

He did know all of Merlin’s mannerisms and what they meant, but he wasn’t going to say that nor was that his goal here.

Merlin shook his head, the momentarily forgotten anger returning, “That wasn’t the point! You’re hurt!”

At the same time Arthur opened his mouth to lie again, he was called out for his next match. That was his goal—to distract the mother hen of a servant until it was too late.

With a what can you do? shrug, that made Merlin frown more, Arthur quickly spun and walked onto the field, ignoring the burning stare of his worried warlock at his back.

~~~~~~~~~~

Merlin groaned as Arthur won the match, again. The idiot was hurting himself. Merlin could tell by the subtle weight changes to his right side, the way his smile didn’t reach his eyes, the way he paled slightly when Gwaine slapped him on the shoulder in congratulations.

He couldn’t believe this was the man he fell in love with. Destiny was a cruel thing indeed.

Merlin watched as Arthur let himself be manhandled by his knights, and Merlin couldn’t help but realize that put the entire gaggle of men in armor between them. Merlin narrowed his eyes at the rather clever tactic by his king.

As if sensing his disappointing glare, Arthur’s eyes found his. At least this time Arthur looked marginally apologetic, but not enough for Merlin’s taste. Was it really so bad that Merlin actually cared for Arthur’s well-being more than a stupid tournament?

He couldn’t fathom this. How was hitting people worth the pain Arthur must be in? Merlin grimaced when Leon slung his arm over the king, who imperceptibly winced at the movement.

When the next round called up, Merlin wanted to slam his head against the fence. Arthur was going against a sorcerer this round, because apparently the Merlin didn’t have enough to worry about as it was.

The sorcerer bounced on her heels, smiling at the king. Arthur smiled back, if not a little perplexed at the bubbly nature of the woman, and they shook hands.

Maybe this won’t go horribly wrong?

But when it began, Merlin recanted his statement vehemently. Of course it would go horribly wrong, it was Arthur he was talking about.

When the woman swung her quarterstaff at Arthur’s injured shoulder with her eyes glowing, Merlin jumped out of his seat. He ran into the field the second the staff hit its mark: Arthur went even more pale, and with a loud pained gasp, let go of his sword, landing roughly on his knees, grasping his shoulder.

Merlin didn’t hesitate. He took a stance between his king and the sorcerer, making Arthur’s blade fly into his own hand.

“Sorry, this ends now,” and with a swing of his sword, his eyes glowing the deepest golden, he attacked. Relentless, hurried, and cursing, Merlin had the woman at sword point in the matter of seconds—without breaking a sweat.

The woman’s eyes widened at the sword, hastily backing away with “I yield, my lord.”

Merlin wasn’t a lord, but he didn’t care to correct her as he handed the sword to Lance and went to Arthur’s side.

“That was a little overdramatic, don’t you think?” Arthur sighed out, pain clearly seen on his face, trying to make eye contact with Merlin.

Merlin grumbled, “Not remotely enough.”

Arthur let out a breathless, and delirious, laugh, “I think I’m bleeding out.”

And before anyone came closer, Merlin’s magic flared up.

The second he looked up, he realized that his magic brought them to Arthur’s chambers. With a small sigh of relief, Merlin made all the armor fall off and lifted Arthur’s tunic from over his head gently—hissing at the reopened wound pouring out blood.

“Arthur! You should have said something,” Merlin scolded, placing his hands of the opening and imagining the skin stitching itself back together—this would hold until Gaius came up and fixed Arthur himself.

Arthur looked at Merlin through clouded eyes, smiling softly, “Yeah, but what’s the fun in that?”

Merlin couldn’t help but soften at the look on Arthur’s face, “Careful, sire, keep looking at me like that and one could think you were besotted.”

Arthur murmured, “Indeed.”

Merlin was about to say something, not knowing what it would be, when Gaius crashed through the room with his healing bag in tow.

“Thank gods,” Merlin pushed himself out of the way as Gaius worked, helping him move Arthur to his bed when he was all patched up once more.

Arthur was lightly sleeping when Gaius made Merlin swear to magic the king down if he tried to move at all, and when Merlin swore his life on it, the old healer left them to their own devices.

An hour or two later, Merlin still hadn’t left Arthur’s chambers. He was currently sitting besides the king, placing a cool cloth to Arthur’s forehead, running his fingers through the golden sweat-soaked hair.

Merlin was singing softly when Arthur slowly opened his eyes.

“Merlin?”

“Arthur! How do you feel?”

Arthur groaned a little, trying to sit up, as he answered, “Not too good, I have to say.”

Merlin snorted, “Well serves you right. I told you that this was an idiotic plan. Why did you even do it? You have nothing to prove.”

Arthur was quiet for a minute as Merlin placed more pillows under him to make the king more comfortable, “I have everything to prove.”

Merlin sat back, confused, “To who? Camelot already adores you Arthur, and you’ve only been king for less than a year!”

Arthur sighed, leaning his head back, “To you, to myself, to my knights.”

At Merlin’s continued confused silence, Arthur made himself look at him, “To my knights, to show them that I can persevere. To myself, since this was the first tournament as King. And, to you, to show you that your devotion was worth it. That I was worth it.”

Merlin gaped, “Arthur! You have nothing to prove to me. Ever.” but when Arthur scoffed and looked away, Merlin lightly grabbed Arthur’s face and turned it to make Arthur see the truth written in Merlin’s eyes.

“Arthur, you are my king, now and always. I chose you because I knew that you are everything beautiful in this world. I give you my magic, my heart, and my life, because I know, in my soul, that you are the best person I will ever know. I never doubt my devotion to you because you prove time and time again how worthy you are of every title you bear. You are not only the best King to grace this land, but you are the very best of us. I know you, Arthur Pendragon, inside and out—so, please, never doubt your worth to me.”

Merlin lightly rubbed the tear off Arthur’s face that had slipped out, and Merlin muttered, “And if you ever try to fight with a recently closed wound again, after I specifically tell you not to, then I will find a way to strap you here and never let you leave my sight again.”

Arthur let out a small wet laugh at that, grabbing Merlin’s wrist. And while rubbing small circles there, that had Merlin’s pulse quickening, “I don’t know,” Arthur whispered, “when you defended me like that on the field, it was quite attractive. I would have appreciated it more if I hadn’t been bleeding out and delirious.”

Merlin laughed under his breath, “I should apologize to her, huh?”

Arthur shrugged his good shoulder, “You can after.”

Merlin quirked an eyebrow, “After what?”

Arthur gave a playful smile as he pulled Merlin into a kiss by his neckerchief. Merlin gasped, quickly reciprocating, a small smile forming at his lips.

And when they pulled back, foreheads resting on each other, Arthur quietly breathed out, “I love you too.”

[zuzu-hotman]

Ready To Love P.6 [[Zuko]]

Pairing: Zuko x Female!Reader

Warnings: The usuallll as well as mentions of death and darkish themes??

A/N: this is late and shitty im sorrryyyy

Pt.1,, Pt.5,, Masterlist

“....”

“What were you expecting him to return and sweep you away? Foolish.”, her words cut deeper than they ever had. Hitting the rusted old nail directly on it’s head.

Azula never much cared to talk to you. Not when he was here and not even when he had been banished, as he was now. However when she did speak to you, it was always when she knew she would inflict the most pain.

When she knew she could gut you so deep, it would haunt you for years to come.

She laughed as she looked down upon you. It was not a happy sound. Nothing like her older sibling, who had always laughed with joy in his heart, when he had it. Hers was cruel- meant to make you seethe. She had the gall to laugh in your face after telling you the ‘news’. You were sadly hoping for good news. You knew Azula was like this- you had always known she was not good. You just didn’t know her well enough to really determine if it was fully true.

Lesson learned.

“Oh, don’t cry now. Not when I haven’t gotten to have my fun yet! I’ve been absolutely dying for a chance to get rid of you! You see, you get in my dear friend Mai’s way!”, she gives you an eerie smile, “It’s only fitting that I, one of her dearest friends, takes care of the issue!”

She talks as if she’s doing some sort of favor. Like she’s doing something absolutely necessary. Your tears sliding down our face don’t stop her at all. She acts as if they aren’t there. She acts as if she hasn’t just told you your father was killed for his ‘crimes’.Killed for being an Earth Bender from the Earth Kingdoms. For being who he was.

For not being Fire Nation.

“You see, my Dad doesn’t care to do multiple executions in a day. Takes up too much time. You and your Mother are granted a sliver of mercy. You two are to leave immediately. Now, if you dare step foot in this land again, there will be no mercy, understand?”, she gives you a wide grin. “No more living here and no more Zuzu for you. See, I could have had you killed but since you’ve done nothing to me personally, I’ll be nice this once.”

That had made you snap, “Nice. Nice? You call that being nice?!”

Her face turns sour, “Excuse me?”

“You heard me! You just told me my father was killed- you made no attempt to try and stop it! You come in my home and you tease me and laugh like you didn’t have a hand in his death! How did you even know who he was!”, you can feel yourself shaking. Can feel your deepest secret threatening to rise up within you. He’d told you to hide it while you were here, to never use it. How would you escape if you did? So close to the heart of the royal grounds?

“Hah. Your dad was a fool. Using his bending on palace grounds. He put up a real fight, but he was clearly outnumbered and outmatched. As all Earth fools are.”

She wasn’t going to tell you. That much was clear.

You tried to hold back, you really did. Azula just had a knack for bringing out the worst in people. You’re not proud of what you did. Yet you don’t regret it. The look on her face was priceless.

Perhaps you hadn’t actually beaten her, but it was as close as you’d ever get. Still, she always had the last word.

“He’ll never like you. You’ll be sad all your miserable life! You’re a fake! A liar! You never belonged here! Useless Earth peasant!”

So then what was this? You were certain she was right, despite how your heart had hoped. You were sure you’d see him with Mai- or with some other pretty Fire Nation girl. Someone other than you. You had especially believed this when he looked at you like that back underground in Ba Sing Se. He had finally seen you then. Who you were and where you came from. His actions at that time had you thinking he’d never see you as anything ever again.

Sure, you were wrong. He had wanted his friend back. You just didn’t know he’d want more. Much more.

Unfortunately, he took your stunned silence the wrong way. The hurt look in his face broke your heart for the split second he allowed you to see it.

“Right.”, he had said, “I’m sorry I- we should get ready to leave.”

He didn’t give you a chance to try to pull him back. Not that your mind gave you one either. You were still reeling, even now, sitting in Appa’s saddle, staring up at the passing clouds. Him? Love you? Since when?

How?

What was it that he loved about you- though couldn’t you ask yourself the same?

You had an answer though. Multiple answers, ranging from the way he smiled to the way he never saw you as just some lowly peasant. New ones being added like how he loved his Uncle and valued what he thought of him. How he’d proved his will and determination to change, to admit everything he was taught back in his own home was wrong. To make the choice himself to leave everything behind and do what was right, despite the massive hatred he had gained from his own flesh and blood.

His strength, no matter how it may have wavered.

Just him in general.

You should be on cloud nine right now- you should be feeling so light, so why weren’t you? What was holding you back?

“You think he’ll ever want you around anymore once he knows? It’s not your being an Earth Bender. It’s your lies. It’s you never telling him, or, oh.. not trusting him. Poor Zuzu..”

Her words still echoed to this day. Unfortunately, she still haunted you. From her smile as she shattered your life as you knew it, to the same one she wore when she saw Zuko react to you that day.

You couldn’t let her hold you back all your life, otherwise her lies would become truths. Zuko wouldn’t lie about something like that. He wasn’t Azula. You couldn’t compare the two.

The only comparison was the often bad timing. The difference was, Azula’s timing was bad because she was not on their side of things. She was an inconvenience. Zuko had no sense of time. A war was ahead of him. The world was on the verge of combusting as he knew it. There was no right time.

You could agree with him. Tomorrow was not guaranteed. A future was not promised, only hoped for.

So, as you moved your gaze to the back of his head in front of you, you made up your mind.

Words were not wasted in asking him to follow you that night. You didn’t care that you had just grabbed him from his conversation with Aang. Didn't think to respond to the look of shock on either of their faces as you took him by the arm and dragged him away. You also didn’t think of how it might be perceived on his end.

Zuko was sure you were going to chew him out. He followed you, matching your urgency with dread in the pit of his stomach. Had he crossed a line that night? Were you mad now? He hadn’t meant to upset you- he wasn’t lying. He had thought about it over and over and over again. He came to that conclusion after asking himself hundreds upon thousands of questions.

Why had he missed you so much? What was it about your laughter that he craved? Why did he enjoy clasping your hand in his? What was the reason for him always thinking of you when he was welcomed back home? Thinking of where he would take you and what he would show you? Now that you were both older and he had more freedom?

How come his heart cried for you when you told him the loss of your beloved father? What made his heart ache at you having to harbor a life threatening secret all on your own- being unable to tell him even when your life was once secure?

What was it about you?

The answer was not being his childhood friend. It was just being you. Being the best escape from his life at home. Being his definition of home. He’d been lost without you. Sad and hurt and unable to grasp why aside from his banishment and the brutal punishment from his own father. You were in his very bones and soul. He could live with you just as his friend if that’s what you wanted. He just couldn’t live with not telling you. Couldn’t go on thinking he might die and never get to tell you how he felt and how horribly sorry he was for everything.

Sorry you had to meet him and be hurt by him. Sorry his own Nation was the way it was. So very sorry he loved you so deeply despite being so young and new to such feelings.

“Do you truly mean what you said?”, you say after some fast marching into a quiet and far off area of the beach. 

A few waves crashed here and there as he stared into your eyes, searching for something, anything to make sense of this.The salty air filled his lungs, mingling in with your own soft scent.

“Answer me.”, you say, impatient.

“Wh- of course I- why are you asking? I apologized- I shouldn’t have-”

“I’m not asking for an apology. I want a serious straight answer. Did you mean that?”

You looked determined and he’s not sure what for. Regardless, he braces himself for a smack to the face, “I did.”

You stare at him, unmoving for a few long beats of silence. “Okay.”

“...Okay?”

You nod, “Okay.”

Zuko is thoroughly confused. Okay what? What was this all about? Were you mad or not- he sees you raise your hands up quickly. He wonders if you’re going to hit him or bend at him- maybe shake the hell out of him. He probably deserved it, but you didn’t do that.

You reached up, held his face so softly in his face. The softest caress he’d ever felt in his life. Your small smile matched it perfectly.

“You just don’t learn do you?”

He couldn’t even question what you meant. He wasn’t given the time or even a chance. In a split second you had him swirling. Quicker than he could see, your lips were on his. Gentle as ever, capturing his in the sweetest way..

“ Yᴏᴜ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛ ᴏɴᴇʟʏ ᴡᴀs ᴀ ᴘᴀʀᴛ ᴏғ ᴍᴇ..”

Pt.7

[zuffer-weird-girl]

What if angel’s grandma is friends with pops and he invites her grandma for tea and angel and Chrono are in the same class and Kai is like my women is coming to the house I just prepare and Chrono is just like she doesn’t even know your name so angel hangs out with Chrono and Kai just tries to impress her the whole time until Chrono does parkcore trick he’s been working on and Kai tries to do one but he breaks his arm and Angel visits him at the hospital

"Alice, what a great pleasure to receive you and your grandaughter." The old man grabbed the woman's hand to plant a kiss as she laughed.

"As always the charmer my friend." The old woman looked down at the girl with a fond smile, noticing a quite while that both boys with white and brow hair were watching from afar "Go on dear."

"Thank you for accepring us in your house Mr-"

"Oh please young one, is always a pleasure." The elder said with a smile before showing his palm at the inside "Come on now in, I bet Kurono would love to spend time with his colleague."

"Just don't cause any problem sweety." She said before looking again at her old friend as she made herself at home "So? How is your daughter?"

Not much afar Kai arched one eyebrow before looking at Kurono whose was also spying on who Pops was talking with.

"You didn't said my woman was coming."

"First, she doesn't even know you dude. Second, neither I had idea..." Hari answered just as nonchalantly as his friend before widening his eyes at seing you aproaching. "She is coming."

"Pretend then we weren't looking." Kai hissed before you aproached.

"Hi Hari-kun! Who is your friend?" You aproached and the white haired boy gave his friend a look of 'I told you so' while Chisaki only glared back at him.

"Hey (Y/n)-chan." He spoke more to pick on Kai's nerves "This is Chisaki Kai."

"The future leader of the Shie Hassaikai if I might add, Kurono." He growled his friend name as you cooed at how cool it was.

~

"Guess what i learned (Y/n) chan? Look." The bly spoke with eargness before mentioning for you to distance yourself before he jumped to do a backflip as you gasped in awe.

"Wow Hari! So cool!!!" You gaped at him while he smiled.

Yeah... someone wasn't happy with that as he watched with envy at the distance and crossed arms.

Sure, you were on the same class with that blockhead, but you had spend almost all day with him! Dammit, what was so cool about Hari anyway? He was just going to become a subbordinate anyway, he was going to become the main boss! You should be spending time with him at least.

Yet no. You just awed at that-that idiot over there!

"Im trying this new thing called parkour, wanna watch?" The bky suddenly spoke as Kai huffed and decided to join for a bit the conversation.

"Isn't it dangerous though?" You asked in worry as Kurono made a more less signal with his hand.

"Kinda? See all of those obstacles?"

"He means the boxes he just plantes over the yard and the three." Chisaki nonchalantly stated from besides you, making Kurono a bit offended.

"Think you can do it then? Mister I know everything?"

He was taken a back at how Hari had reacted but one look towards your cute face was enough for him to scoff and accept the offer.

"Is just mostly jump and run around." He shrugged as he got by Kurono's side, in the count of three the two boys started.

Everything was fine until Hari jumped and grabbed on one of the tree branches he had swirl around with his body doing a 360 angle and landi g on the ground... although when he was his turn the dammit branche suddenly cracked, and he didn't need to be a genius to know what was going to happen.

"Shit-!"

CRASH

~

"What on earth were you thinking kid?" The elder exclaimed when the doctor finally aplied the the cast on the boy's left arm, worried about the numerous hives that were appearing on his skin.

"He should wear it until the start of spring mister."

"Thank you miss." The woman bowed and left the room as the elder croased his arms and looked at Kai expectantly.

"I'm waiting."

"I still don't see the point of wearing this." The boy grumbled while aproaching his hand to the cast "I can just-"

"Do not even dare Chisaki or else myself is making you stay on the hospital until that arm gets better." The elder said in a low tone, making Kai internally shiver "And don't change it the topic, you often said that Kurono running and jumping around was something idiot."

The boy scoffed and looked down at his lap with a frown as the elder sighed, hopeless.

The old man's head tilted his head up when he heard a knock before smilling tendedly as he got up, looking to see who it was.

"Kai my boy, you have a visitor."

"I don't want i-"

"Hey Kai!" You greeted him and he almost choked on hsi breath at seing you there as Pops quickly got what was up with the kid.

"I will leave you two for now. Take care of him for me will you (Y/n)-chan, make sure he doesn't touch the new cast on his arm."

The flustered boy almost shouted at the elder and with one look he almost even begged to not leave the room, but it was too late.

Freackung old geezer.

"You're okay?" You aproached slowly, climbing on his bed as he got all tense and felt his cheeks burning up at how close you were getting.

"Is just a broken arm." He mumbled before you scooted over to be sitting right on his side, his body now freezed and mind almost blowed up.

"I'm sorry about this, I once broke my leg and I cried a lot." You smiled at him "But you didn't even cried a bit! You are very brave Chisaki-kun!"

This made him flustered a bit as he adverted his gaze with a scoff. Trying his best to ignore your giggles before he felt you poking his shoulder.

"I brought you this!" You gave to him a box of sweets which made him widen his golden eyes "When I get hurt is normal for to offer sweets and chocolates, so I thought on giving it to you!"

He gulped a bit before grabbing the box with his good arm and place on his lap to open it. The amount of chocolates and bonbons on that box made his mouth water and he cursed himself for his weakness.

"T.. Thanks." You smiled back before widening your eyes and searching in your pocket for a red pen.

"Can i draw on your cast?"

"What? No." He sais as if you had grew another head while you tilted your head.

"Why not?"

"Is a cast not a paper." He grumbled before you giggled.

"You never broke a bone before have you? Normally we write things to cheer the persons up or to distract themselfs! Like silly drawings or something else!"

"Whatever. Is not a paper so no." He grumbled before frowning at your dissapointmented face before he grumply shoved hsi broken arm in your direction, looking at every where but you "A small one and that's it."

You cheered a thanks and scribbled on it quickly. The curiosity got the better of him and he sneaked a peak only to feel more warm than before when you had written "get better soon" with a heart on the end.

"There!" You chirped, smiling at him bit blushing when you noticed he had been looking at you for quite a while now "W-Well... I-I should probably go now-"

"You brought too many of those." He quickly stated and you got confused before he coughed on his good hand and montioned tothe box on his lap "I will get a toothache because of you, so the least you could is... grab sone as well."

You snickered at his actions of offering you the gift you had given to him. "What a weird but cute boy." You thought as you happily nodded and shared the snacks with him.

Maybe breaking a arm wasn't so bad if he could apend time with his future bride.

Bonus:

"So you let her draw on it?" Kurono asked in pure interesting as Kai nodded, still looking at the message. "Right then, can I do something too?"

"No."

"Why not?!" He exclaimed in offense as Kai glared at him while holding the cape close to his chest.

"You're going to ruin it (Y/n)'s message."

"Dude there's like too much space on it! Let me!"

"POPS HELP!"

The elder simply sipped on his tea as he heard ths boys discussion on the distance.

[childhoodgrave]

whats dtl about ifff ud like 2 talk abt it i see cute sprites & decide i wanna know things.. hehe the top hat n cape guy gif is in sync w my music hehe

IM SO GLAD U ASKED this game is probsbly my favorite game ever its been a special interest if mine since i was 7 and i dont think its a GOOD game per se bt i love it a lot and it impacted me a lot as a little kid w a mild interest in art :)

so basically the game is a little 2d adventure platformer where u get to draw and design the character u play as. its p clunky and the way ur character moves looks rlly silly bt again this game was released in like 2010 on the ds so its ok .. the game also gave u templates to go off of and use too just in case u didnt want to design a character from scratch

the story of the first game is abt this world that was drawn into existence by “the creator” in the book of life. u hav this little sequence where u get to draw the world, and the forrests and the creatures tht wld inhabit it. the creatures tht inhabit the world are callec raposa and they r little fox creature w funny ears :)

like this guy (his name is zsasha and hes a thief but hes like a bad one who ends up returning all of the stuff he steals and also watching over a little orphan girl who he basically adopts LOL)

in the universe if the game the “creator” eventually went silent and the raposa lost hope in them ever returning. the world was slowly shrouded in darkness and gradually all of the raposa inhabiting this little village were either lost or left on purpose bc it was slowly falling apart. the game starts when one of the remaining raposa, mari, prays to u, the creator, to come back and help restore her village, saying that everyone else has lost hope but she still believes you can return to her. u can answer, and either say that u will help or you wont, but either way u end up agreeing to help her and she goes to tell her dad, the mayor, abt it. you create a “hero” to be the vessel you will speak thru, and thats the character u end up designing and playing as. the game is abt going to various areas from the village and rescuing all of the raposa that are lost there, as well as restoring the village to what it used to be and drawing in bits of the landscape, like the sun and plants and stuff.

the villain of the story is a guy named wilfre, who was another villager in the town who ended up drawing in the book of life bc he wanted to create things the way the creator had. he ended up making these big inky monsters and got consumed by them, and when u meet him at the beginning of the game he tears up a bunch of pages in the book of life which get scattered across the land and you have to collect them in order to restore the village.

so u basically just go around saving villagers, collecting pages of the book of life, and redrawing bits of the town that were lost to wilfres shadows. eventually wilfre ends up like, killing maris dad (the mayor) and then after youve restored a majority of the village you enter his realm and kill him!! yay :)

throughout the game you also meet these two weird npcs called heather and mike. heather is a little raposa girl who has half of her face covered in shadows, and shes mostly mute. shes found early on in the game and is taken care of by another one of the main characters named jowee

mike is a character u end up rescuing later on in the game, hes p confused and doesnt know how he got where he is, and hes also different from the other raposa bc he doesnt have ears like they do and kind of just looks like a normal human (even tho none of the raposa know what that is and they just think he looks rlly weird)

in the first game heather is shown to take a liking to mike but it isnt explained why and she doesnt talk to its left unexplained

so yah the first game ends with you, the hero, defeating wilfre. mari takes on the role of her father and becomes mayor of the town, and all of the raposa (+ mike) live happily in the town youve restored. the hero goes dormant because theyre no longer needed and u get a scene at the end of the game w them sitting by the ghost of maris father.

the SECOND game takes place a while after the first game, in which wilfre returns and captures heather at the beginning of the game. he also kidnaps a bunch of the other villagers and transports them somewhere else, and he drains the color out of the village the raposa were in. they end up fleeing on a giant turtle with an abandoned town on its back that appears while the color is draining from the village. inside mari and jowee find another mannequin similar to the one the creator had drawn the hero on in the first game. they pray to the creator for help and thats when u draw the hero u get to play as for that game!! the hero doesnt seem to remember mari and jowee or any of the events of the first game, but they agree to help them rescue heather and all of the villagers wilfre stole.

jowee also has like, this magic pendant that belonged to heather that he found after wilfre took her, which seems to be leading them to where heather is. they use that to navigate the turtle thru the ocean to a bunch of other islands on the world. the second game is basically about traveling to different islands and helping them restore the color thats been drained out of them by wilfre. you also meet these two characters, salem

who is a villain in the first island u travel to, and sock

who is a villager on the first island u visit who ends up befriending jowee and traveling with them while they try to save heather.

so ur doing all of that but THEN, halfway thru the game mari is shown to be talking to wilfre, and then she dissapears. jowee assumes wilfre has captured her too, but shes later seen on the turtle again, and rips out a bunch of pages in the book of life the way wilfre did in the first game, and then wilfre appears to take her away and says that shes working with him now. jowee is heartbroken but resolves to get her back as well as heather

THEN, sock, jowees friend from the first island whos been tagging along and helping out, is ALSO revealed to be wilfre in disguise and he betrays jowee and steals heathers pendent, leaving jowee with basically no means of finding heather and wikfre and mari by extension.

so eventually they do end up finding where wilfre is and mari is like “jowee you dont understand wilfre has shown me the truth of our world and who the creator is and thats why im helping him” and jowee is like “i cant believe yoy are helping him how could you i cant believe you bla bla bla” and so wilfre is like “FINE ill show you the TRUTH of this world” and takes jowee and then the hero is kind of left ln their own for a bit to like wander around the world and try to keep rescuing ppl and such. and eventually jowee comes back and is like shaken up but kind of vague abt what wilfre showed him, but he still decides to side with the hero and the creator and eventually mari is convinced by him to join them again as well

so u fight wilfre again and EVENTUALLY wilfre reveals that if you defeat him basically the entire world will dissapear and thats what hes been trying to avoid by fucking w things and messing with the book of life. so all of the raposa have a bunch existential crisis abt them ceasing to exist if they go thru with this but then they decide to to it anyway bc the alternative is just as bad blah blah and u go and kill wilfre and he does this when he dies which is cool

[the gif was fuckjng broken im sorry but like look up his sprites and youll fjnd it 💔]

and now heather is back!! and her and mari and jowee are all talking about mike and how important he is and meanwhile mike has no clue whats going on and is kind of freaked out by all of this, but theyre all like “mike you need to wake up” as theyre all fading out of existence and shit around him and eventually him and heather are the only ones left and they dissapear too

and THATS when you get the ending and find out it was all like a dream mike was having while he was in a coma after a car crash anx this plays while the credits role lol https://youtu.be/Kur0qaYM1jM

^ they ended up releasing different versions oft he game w a less dark (but still w the whole ‘it was all a dream twist’) and thats it!!

there was also another game released for the wii that like gave wilfre a girlfriend kind of but i never played it to completion bc it used the wii remotes motion controls to like draw and shit and it was rly janky and hard so i never finished it and most ppl did the same. i kind of rlly want to try playing it again tho bc it was a p cute looking game even if the controls were fucked up

AND YEA thats drawn to life its a weird silly little series tht i was obsessed w when i was a kid and it still holds a special place in my heart :) i basicaly just spoiled the entire series i guess but if u have a ds or a 3ds (bc the game is backwards complatible ! ) id still suggest like getting a cartidge off ebay or something and playing it bc its honestly a rlly sweet and beautiful looking game and i think a lot of it still homds up even if the controls r rlly janky now

[chappedandfadedvds]

Dec 12th, Saturday 15:25

„Are you sure you are feeling alright?“

„Yes, Lucas, for the one hundredth time.“

„Okay, but if at any point you feel like...“ His boyfriend didn’t even get a chance to finish his sentence. The one that Jens knew exactly the next words that would follow to. Or at least something extremly similar to them.

„Lucas.“ He cut the younger boy off adamant, while his finger pushed the bell. The door swiftly rung open without anyone on the other end asking for whom just arrived. „I’m fine!“

The discussion was over.

And Jens could see Lucas chewing on it for another long moment that it took them to get up the stairs. His boyfriend didn’t believe him and rightfully so. Jens felt like shit this morning. He hadn’t caught much sleep last night, not unlike every other night. But it was just a bad day in general regarding his mental state.

However Jens really needed to get out and be distracted for a while. It was also a birthday party, Jens had to be okay enough not to miss out on his friends celebration.

„Hello!“ Zoë cheerfully greeted the two boys halfway up the last couple of steps, as the door to the flat was pulled back.

There already was a stream of familiar voices reaching them from inside. If they actually wished to surprise Milan when he came back home, the group probably should be quieter. Much quieter.

„Hi! Good to see you. Could you just...?“ Lucas reprocreated the happy smile she threw them, his frown from a minute ago gone. His left hand was raised to present the girl a small paper bag that hold their present for Milan.

„Sure.“ Zoë agreed, stepping further into the flat to make room, as she took the bag from his boyfriend already who already was busy to strip out of the his scarf and winter coat. It was a bit sad. Because his boyfriend looked fucking beutiful in his fancy black coat. The one for special occasions, he had told Jens, after he had caught the older boy staring when they had left.

„And of course you as well, hi!“

„Hey, you good?“ Jens replied gladly receiving the hug and the kiss on the cheek Zoë gave him, before he closed the door behind him.

„We managed to get everything done and Senne and Milan should be on their way back, so yes pretty good. I’m glad you made it before their arrival.“ Zoë said, still smiling, still waiting for the boys to be ready to follow her.

Lucas and him weren’t late per se, it was just that the others had been extraordinarily early.

„Jens!“

The girl was about to say something else when they were interrupted by a loud shoutout from the livingroom. It took him a moment to figure out it was Robbe, soundin very joyous.

„Jens!“

It echoed again from said room, followed by a lhearty augh. Jens wasn’t sure he wanted to know why he was being called like that.

So he strode quickly towards the doorway leading into the packed livingroom, only peaking his head curiously around. Robbe turning around from where he sat on the floor between Sander and Yasmina. He was looking dangerously amused by something, that left the others looking similarily cheeky.

„Jens, they won‘t believe me that I once saved you from drowning in a puddle.“

„Because I wasn’t?“

„Yes you were.“ His best friend’s shit-eating grin plastered across his whole face, consuming any other expression. Jens only roll his eyes in return. „You called out in sheer desperation for your hero to come to the rescue. Robbe! Robbe!“

Jens couldn’t do anything else but snort at the pretend play infront of him. Robbe acting out his little Shakespearean heart. Jens honestly hadn’t drowned that day, not even close, but it was correct that after a sudden and hard fall from his skateboard he had crashed face first onto the ground. And may have panicked a little as he had breathed in some water from the puddle he lied in. They also had been nine, so the fear was quite reasonable in his opinion.

And no matter how scary the shock of the fall had been, it was definitely funny to think back to it now, and also remember than Robbe basically had dropped to his knees and cried his eyes out while helping his best friend to sit up. Jens decided to just let Robbe ignore this part of the story. Instead he contemplated the best strategy to get Robbe to shut up. After simply telling him hadn’t worked.

The pleasantness of a day spent with his friends spread throughout his body, settling close by his heart, never leaving him afterwards for the rest of the day. 

Jens found a pillow that he took from the sofa, a threatening glint in his eyes as he continued to chuckle while raising his arm.

„Im warning you.“

„He was all helpless face down in the puddle. Such a sorry sight.“ Robbe challenged, rising his eyebrows at his best friend.

That was enough, Jens decided, coming full swing at the giggling boy on the floor, suddenly on his own. Neither Yasmina nor Sander at his sides as the two seemingly had nolonger anything to do with the poor boy yelping defenceless against his attacker, hitting him with a pillow over and over again. All in good humor though, the swings rather light.

Lucas in the meantime had taken his seat next to Aaron, deep in a conversation over a phone in his boyfriends hand. Both of them intrigued by whatever was displayed.

Jens looked at him, how calm and lovely he looked with his soft smile, brief enough hopefully not to raise suspicions, as he considered Robbe‘s plea for mercy and forgiveness.

„Senne just texted, they are downstairs!! Everyone be quiet and take one of these.“ 

Jens barely had time to grab one of the colourful party hats Zoë handed out for everyone to put on. The elastic thin band was unfortunately uncomfortable around his chin, but hey, it was for Milan’s surprise, so he didn’t complained.

The door was unlocked, Senne’s voice being the first thing breaking the dead silence the guests had luckily found themselves in in time.

There was some rustling and Milan asking for some tea to warm up, calling for Zoë, only to be met with no answer.

„Maybe she has headphones on.“ Senne suggested shrugging, the first to reach the livingroom, looking unexpectedly casual back at their friend, while twelve pairs of eyes were excitedly staring at him.

„Yeah, proba...“ 

„Surprise!“

Milan not even had time to turn his head to find the crowd inside their living room, as he was stunned at the loud shouts and yells and clapping hands.

„I love you.“

He simply said, grasping the situation slowly. He looked close to tears as he entered and began to kiss and hug every singly person, being swamped with congratulations and showered in best wishes. Jens was seriously glad that he had decided to come and join in as he patted Milan’s back, wrapped in a tight embrace.

__ __ __ tagged: @odi-et-amo85, @tayspots

[pure-bakusass]

Kiribaku AU Month: Day 8: 🐲 HTTYD AU 🐲

Today I did some sketches that serve as illustrations to the drabble I wrote (killing it with the writing! 💚 they say practice makes perfect).

Basically Kirishima is Hiccup based and Bakugou is Astrid based 💙 Bakugou meets Kirishima when he's still an insecure mess, but he falls in love with him and believes in him. Together they hunt down the Night Fury, but it escapes and Kirishima finds it on his own later and tries to befriend it. Kirishima is the sunshine boy that wants to befriend dragons. Bakugou despises them and wants to kill them, but his love for Kirishima makes him slowly change his approach. There are situations I pictured with them that I couldn't include in the drabble so there they are, here:

Kiri trains the dragon in Bakugou's presence, and Bakugou is standing in the safe distance angrily like "Iook im not going to tell the rest but keep that disgusting thing away from me" while he eventually slowly grows to love the dragon as much as Kiri does.

Kirishima: Look, this is Bakugou. I know both of you started off pretty badly but Bakugou means no harm. There is no need to be afraid of Bakugou. See? Bakugou put the knife down.

One day the dragon licks Bakugou's face and it's hilarious.

Kirishima: See? He loves you!

Bakugou: *grumpily wipes his face* It's a fucking one-sided love then.

Remember the moment when Hiccup took Astrid to that wild ride on Toothless? Kirishima does the same to Bakugou to prove a point. Bakugou just stubbornly refuses to accept the concept of riding dragons and Kirishima had no other choice than to get to him like this.

Kirishima: Let me just show you something, that's all! And then I'll put you down!

Bakugou: *clinging to dragon's tail for life and screaming* Fuck no, you better put me the fuck down now!

Bakugou ends up enjoying the ride, but he's lowkey scared being this high for the first time in his life, so he clinged to Kirishima's back and held him tight.

Bakugou: *hits Kirishima* That's for forcing me to ride the fucking dragon.

Bakugou: *kisses Kirishima* And that's for...the rest.

@kiribakumonth2019

Now for the ✨drabble✨ You can read it under the cut!

"Fuck!"

Bakugou's scream suddenly broke the peaceful, calm silence of the forest. Both him and Kirishima were wandering around the place for quite a time, and while it was completely understandable for Bakugou to get frustrated, Kirishima genuinly enjoyed it. If it wasn't for the reason why they were here, he would consider it just a nice walk, a date even. But Kirishima knew that today they meant business, and he shouldn't let his thoughts get away from it too much. If he wanted Bakugou not to be angry with him, that is.

"That shitty dragon really couldn't have found itself a better place than a fucking forest to crash, huh?" Bakugou snarled as he vented his frustration by kicking the nearest rock. Kirishima smiled at him. At this point he was so used to Bakugou's outbursts that he found them amusing, in a way.

"Dude, there's hardly even anything else here apart from forests, what did you expect? Hey, c'mon. Don't worry so much about that. I'm sure we'll find it."

Bakugou didn't feel like calming down at all, although he did have to admit that Kirishima's warm smile was probably the only thing in the entire world that would ever come this near to soothing his nerves. He rolled his eyes in response, but the tone of his voice did calm significantly.

"I'm not worried, idiot. I'm sure we'll find it, because I am not leaving the damn place without a dragon. I will tear down every fucking tree if that's what it takes to bring the bastard to the village."

"Yeah, right, that's what I'm talking about! I can't wait to see their faces when we show them that we actually DID take a real Night Fury down! I'm so excited just thinking about it. Aren't you excited Katsuki?"

Bakugou laughed. He couldn't help it that Kirishima's excitement was getting through to him.

"Fuck, you bet I am. Those idiots kept laughing at me for saying I shot this stupid Night Fury bullshit down with my own hands. But now that you're going to kill it, we'll make them all choke on those words."

"Oh damn right we- wait, what? Me?"

Kirishima stopped and blinked in surprise, not quite believing what he has just heard. All of a sudden, his enthusiasm faded away, leaving him visibly nervous.

"Since when it's me who is supposed to kill the dragon, Katsuki? I mean it was you who shot it so wouldn't it be fair for you to, uh, finish the work you started?

Bakugou raised his eyebrow. Such a sudden change in Kirishima's behavior seemed suspicious and unusual for him. He didn't like it.

"What are you even saying, shithead? Of course the fuck not! We're a team. I did my part of the job which means now is your turn. That is what I call fair. Besides, I already killed my first dragon, and you didn't. If this keeps up those idiots out there in the village will eat you alive."

"Are you saying that they still talk about me behind my back...? About the not-killing-a-dragon thing?"

Bakugou sighed. Now he understood exactly what the sudden change of attitude was about. How could he not get it before? He knew too well about Kirishima's biggest insecurity and mentioning the villagers was one fast way to trigger it even more. Bakugou felt like he was the actual idiot here and he hated that. He looked Kirishima in the eyes, dead serious.

"Not when i beat the goddamn shit out of them when they do so. Listen, you don't deserve to be put down like that. You're strong and manly, and totally capable of killing dragons. I'm sure of that. And you know it too. It's just the rest that don't know. Wouldn't it be thrilling to prove them wrong?"

Kirishima didn't look convinced. In fact he looked like he was having a hard time processing the situation. Bakugou reflected on his words and tried again with different approach.

"...Look, I-

...I may have used the wrong words for it. It doesn't fucking matter at all what others think about you, as long as you yourself know your own worth. But what matters is that killing a dragon is a powerful experience. It really makes you feel like you have enormous strenght, like you're some kind of a god. I want you to be able to experience it and be as satisfied and fulfilled as me. Only a fool would reject the opportunity to kill a dragon that is basically served to him on a silver plate. Listen, if you don't want to kill the dragon for yourself, do it for me. Do it for us, Ei."

The thing was that no matter how bad Kirishima's doubts were, he couldn't deny that he was madly in love with Bakugou, and therefore extremely weak for all those moments when he spoke to him in [that] voice he was using on him right now. The soft, loving, encouraging, lower toned kind of voice Bakugou wouldn't use on anyone else except Kirishima.

"I guess you do have a point here Katsuki."

Bakugou responded with a satisfied, fierce smile, one of those that Kirishima really enjoyed seeing. He gave in completely as Bakugou pulled him closer for a nice, deep kiss.

"There you go... There's my brave, unbreakable Eijirou. I think I might have something just for the occasion."

Bakugou reached to his belt and grabbed a knife he then gave to Kirishima. But that was no ordinary knife. Kirishima's eyes went open wide as he realised what he was holding. It was Katsuki's lucky knife, the exact one he killed his first dragon with. Kirishima was still amazed everytime he remembered that fight. To take down a dragon having only a knife on you for many seemed impossible. But for Katsuki, there was no such thing as impossible. That's why he admired him so much and still found it hard to believe that someone like Bakugou would consider someone like him his equal.

"What, why so surprised? You need it more than I do. Keep it. Make a good use of it and make me proud. No, make yourself proud."

Now that Kirishima thought about it, he has never actually seen Bakugou allowing anyone to touch it, ever, let alone make any use of it. The fact he was gifted such a meaningful thing filled Kirishima's heart with sudden wave of courage and will to act. Will to be strong and to prove himself that there is no such thing he's not capable of. The big, bright smile came back to Kirishima's face.

"Thank you, Katsuki. Thank you so much."

As they continued to search through the woods, Kirishima's excitement was in the right place. Even though he still felt nervous, he decided not to let it control him. At some point he reached for another kiss but Bakugou pushed him away and pointed to the ground with visible satisfaction.

"Ei, look! You see those traces here? I bet that's where the dragon fell. It was too weak to fly away, it's most probably very near. Fuck, we've found it!"

Next thing they saw when they looked around the place was a familiar net, and under it, a big, black pile of something that was most probably their dragon. Sparks of excitement appeared in Bakugou's eyes as he gave Kirishima a push forward.

"Go get it."

"Right!"

Kirishima took a deep breath as he began carefully approaching the dragon. He could do it. He totally could. "I have Katsu's lucky knife and a taste of his lips on mine, what could possibly go wrong?" he mumbled to himself as he was getting close to the infamous Night Fury. Bakugou decided to watch him from the distance.

First thing that Kirishima did as soon as he reached the dragon was to kneel down beside it and gently place his hand on it, then move it across its smooth, black scales. For a brief second he thought that maybe the dragon was already dead? That would certainly spare him a lot of trouble. But then he felt his hand being gently lifted as the dragon inhaled. He gasped in surprise and quickly took his hand back. The dragon was very much alive. Kirishima felt absolutely terrified, yet absolutely amazed at the same time. Not only it was his first time seing a dragon this close, but also seeing a dragon that nobody has ever seen before at all. This felt like enough of a thrilling experience for Kirishima. When he remembered what he was supposed to do, it brought up a weird feeling of sadness in him. The dragon was so...beautiful. It looked so peaceful and vulnerable while it was asleep like this. Kirishima sighed heavily.

"How am I supposed to take your life away while you can't even fight me back...?"

"What the fuck is taking you so long, shitty hair?!"

Kirishima twitched. Bakugou's yelling brought him down to earth yet once again.

"Katsu, I-...I don't think I can do it!"

That was most probably the worst possible way to express what he was feeling right now. He regretted those words the moment he spoke. Bakugou approached him quickly and angrily.

"What the fuck is your problem again?! You want to back away now that we're so close? After I gave you the knife and did my fucking best to make you feel better about yourself, even though I can't comfort others for shit and you know it? Listen here, you-"

"No, no, I'm not going to back away, please let me explain!" Kirishima interrupted Bakugou halfway through his outburst, hoping it wouldn't last. "I mean just look at him. He seems so vulnerable lying helplessly like this on the ground like he's already defeated. All I'm saying is that...you know, is there really a pride to be taken in butchering an unconcious dragon? I mean, it's no effort, there's not even a fight. That's not very manly nor thrilling if you ask me."

For a second Bakugou looked like he was about to lose his shit and explode again, but as soon as Kirishima spoke, his face expression changed. Now he was smiling, and it was one of those sly, fierce grins of his that always meant trouble.

"Right, sure. Of course you want a fight. That's understandable. Should have just said exactly that, babe. Let's rile the beast up then."

Bakugou got down on his knees and started cutting the strings of the net that was tangled around the dragon's limbs.

"Wait, no, that's not what I-"

Before Kirishima could say anything more, he was interrupted with the sound of a loud hit of Bakugou's hand on the dragon's hard scaled back. The Night Fury's eyes opened up right away and its pupils narrowed in a sign of hostility.

"this is bad-"

The dragon stood up on all fours, spreading its wings and roaring loudly and terrifyingly right in Bakugou and Kirishima's face. Kirishima's heart stopped, but Bakugou? Bakugou yelled back.

"That's right, that's more like it! Bring it on, fucker! They don't call you the Night Fury for no fucking reason, do they?!"

That's when it all went down to shit.

***

what a terrible way to finish a drabble XDDDD but thats all, thank you for attention <3

[ahtohallan-calling]

chapter 5 of don’t read the last page is here!

[kristanna / m / multichap / modern au with actress!anna and vetstudent!kristoff]

He’d put the phone down on the counter while he made breakfast, but now that his hands were free again he still didn’t pick it up; after their initial awkward phone call, they’d started FaceTiming instead, and as much as he loved seeing her face, he was really glad she couldn’t see his right now.

“And I was soo confused, so I started telling her, like, ‘Seriously, Honey, he’s got this amazing blond hair that you just like, want to touch all the time and these big brown eyes and little freckles and plus I’m pretty sure he’s kind of ripped and I—‘ Kristoff, I heard the microwave go off already. Are you hiding from me?”

“No,” he muttered, his face turning even redder.

chapter 5

day 1

Sven was just stumbling into the kitchen when Kristoff came in. He frowned, narrowing his eyes suspiciously.

“You look really happy for someone who just dropped off their girlfriend at the airport for a six-week trip,” he said, pouring a glass of chocolate milk. 

“Not my girlfriend.”

“Not the important part of that sentence.”

Kristoff snagged the bottle and poured himself a cup. “This is mine, by the way, so you owe me.”

“Fine, I’ll buy toilet paper l-- no, I know you, Bjorgman, you’re trying to distract me.”

Sven narrowed his eyes further, fixing Kristoff with a hard stare. He tried to look as innocent as possible as he went to rummage through the fridge, but then he remembered the way Anna had clung to him, the feel of her little hands in his hair, the press of her lips against--

“Oh my god! You kissed her!”

Kristoff stood, not bothering to hide his smile anymore. “Well, technically, she kissed me.”

“I fucking called it, man, I knew you wouldn’t be able to hold off that much longer.”

“We really did try.”

“You didn’t even make it a week, my guy,” Sven said amiably, meandering into the living room. “You tried harder at Mario Kart the other night. Which, by the way, I know you lost on purpose so Anna could win.”

Kristoff considered arguing, but then his phone lit up with a text from Anna, so instead he grinned and walked away to the sound of Sven sighing dramatically. “I heard that buzz! I know it’s her! Jesus, I’d say get a room, but--”

Kristoff didn’t hear the rest as he shut his bedroom door.

kris!! theres wifi i can text you

Im in first class look 

..

That’s crazy

They gave you champagne this early in the morning?

..

supposed to be for mimosas

but it’s like 5 o clock somewhere

specifically romania so

..

That jet lag is going to be rough.

How long is your flight?

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10 hrs to london then 3 to bucharest💀

but i think my seat turns into a bed so ill try to sleep

theres sooooo many movies tho!

omg theyre bringing more snacks….i feel like a movie star already

..

You kind of are.

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havent made the movie yet!!

oh the director is here he wants to talk ttyl

..

:)

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day 4

For some reason, her hands were shaking as they hovered over the green button. “Just do it, Anna,” she muttered to herself. “It’s just Kristoff. He told you to call.”

Thanks to the time difference and long flights, it had taken most of two days to even get here, and on her first full day in Romania she’d been so overwhelmed with the film set and meeting her co-star Adam and talking to the directors and producers and costumers and cameramen that she’d completely crashed the moment she’d gotten back to her hotel room. She’d woken up in the middle of the night and sent Kristoff a quick text apologizing for not calling; he’d responded almost immediately, reassuring her that it was fine and to just call him the next day. At a reasonable hour, he’d made sure to add, not at 2 A.M. Go back to sleep.

She had, and then she’d nearly missed her alarm and hadn’t had time to call him in the morning, and then she’d been filming her first scene and been so overwhelmed by all of that that now it was nearly six o’clock, and it was the first time she’d gotten to look at her phone all day.

He’d texted her once at around 9 A.M. her time. Good luck today! You’ll kill it. Her heart had done a funny little flip at the message, simple as it was; every time she thought of Kristoff, it didn’t feel quite real, like it was just a daydream she would wake up from, but here it was, concrete proof that even literally halfway around the world-- more than halfway, actually-- he was still thinking of her, still caring about her.

The remembrance of that was what finally gave her the courage to hit call. She felt too nervous to FaceTime him, especially considering she was already in sweatpants and halfway through eating a bowl of pasta on her bed. He picked up on the third ring, sounding breathless for some reason.

“Hey! Anna! How are you?”

“I’m, um, I’m good! How are you? You sound kind of...out of breath?”

“Oh, yeah, you caught me at the gym, so I--”

“Oh! I’m so sorry, let me hang up and--”

“No, don’t! I’m almost done, just--”

There was a quick beep in the background, and a whirring noise she hadn’t noticed until now stopped. “Okay, sorry, we’re good.”

She couldn’t help but imagine what he looked like right now, with his hair hanging in his eyes and sweat dripping down his very well-muscled--

“Anna? You there?”

He’d just asked her something, but she’d been too busy daydreaming to catch it. Maybe it really was for the best she hadn’t gone for FaceTime; she probably would have been struck speechless at the sight of him. “Sorry, I was just-- sorry. Um. What did you say?”

He laughed softly. “I asked how your first day of filming went.”

“Oh! It was good, really good, actually. We filmed that scene I auditioned with, actually. They changed the bit about the cowboy boots.”

“Thank god. I don’t know anything about movies, but I know that was awful.”

“Oh, yeah, Adam-- that’s who’s playing Jesse-- he said they’d have to double his paycheck if they wanted him to say shit like that, and then we kind of improv-ed something else and it went really well.”

“That’s awesome!”

Anna felt herself blushing, just barely, at the sound of the genuine pride in his voice. “It was, um, it was nothing, really.”

“So how’s all of it going? Are the...um...honestly, I don’t know who all is involved in making movies. But are the other people nice?”

“Yeah! I really like the girl who does my hair and makeup, her name’s Honey. Isn’t that cute?”

Kristoff laughed; she could hear him starting the car in the background. Anna bit her lip. “Oh-- did you get to shower?”

“I will at home, don’t worry. Anyway--”

“You need to focus on driving? Yeah, I totally get it, seriously. Bye!”

She hit the red button and quickly dropped her phone. Her heart had been pounding the whole time; god, she was really out of practice with this whole thing. Embarrassment swept over her, and she buried her face in her knees; how the hell was this going to work when she was too self-conscious to talk to him for more than five minutes? God, she’d be lucky if he ever bothered to call her again after this.

To her surprise, the phone buzzed only a moment later. She debated picking it up for a long moment, then decided to go ahead and rip the bandaid off and snatched it up.

Just FYI, I was feeling really nervous, too. Want me to call you back after I get home and shower?

For some reason, tears started to fill her eyes as she typed a response. 

yes please :)

She showered, too, taking her time as she let the hot water work its magic on the tension in her shoulders, drawing in slow, deep breaths to steady herself. It wasn’t that every guy she’d ever dated had been bad, per se, just that it had been quite a long time since she’d been with someone who made her feel this nervous and excited and terrified and joyful all at once-- actually, now that she thought about it, she didn’t know if she’d ever liked someone else this much right off the bat. Since coming to L.A. almost two years ago, she’d had a string of bad luck with men, and it was strange readjusting to the notion that one would want to talk to her as much as she wanted to talk to him, that he actually wanted to hear about her day, that he saw right through all her embarrassing little defense mechanisms and somehow knew just what to say to make her feel better. Of course they knew each other, but this was something different, something more, as if she didn’t even have to say something for him to understand.

Her phone buzzed again ten minutes after she got out of the shower; with a smile, she picked it up.

“Hey, Kris.”

“Hey, Anna.”

“Ready to try again?”

“With you? Always.”

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day 9

“So I was telling her, like, ‘I wish I had a recent picture of him to show you because he’s like, super super hot.’ And she kind of made this face and was like ‘that won’t make a difference.’”

He’d put the phone down on the counter while he made breakfast, but now that his hands were free again he still didn’t pick it up; after their initial awkward phone call, they’d started FaceTiming instead, and as much as he loved seeing her face, he was really glad she couldn’t see his right now. 

“And I was soo confused, so I started telling her, like, ‘Seriously, Honey, he’s got this amazing blond hair that you just like, want to touch all the time and these big brown eyes and little freckles and plus I’m pretty sure he’s kind of ripped and I—‘ Kristoff, I heard the microwave go off already. Are you hiding from me?”

“No,” he muttered, his face turning even redder. 

Anna giggled. “Then show me your face.”

He did so reluctantly; to his surprise, she didn’t laugh. “Kris, you know you are, like, super handsome, right? Seriously.”

“I’m, um, I’m just gonna—“

“I mean it. Like I get why you’re feeling shy about it and stuff but just know that, okay?”

He only nodded, feeling a little better, although his face was still heated. Anna, knowing when to leave well enough alone, smiled at him and continued her story. “Anyway, I told her all that and she just started laughing, and finally when I was done she was like ‘Anna, I’m gay’. And so then I showed her a picture of my sister, and I’m just saying, when we’re back in LA, we’re definitely doing a double date.”

—-

day 15

She didn’t know why she felt so nervous about telling him about it. She’d already texted him that morning telling him what scenes they were filming, and it wasn’t like it had meant anything; it was just part of the movie, and Adam was married anyway— but then again, it wasn’t that part that had really been bothering her. She still wasn’t sure until she was explaining it all to Kristoff, forcing herself to maintain eye contact as she held up her phone inside the blanket nest she’d constructed on her bed. 

“And like, he and I are good friends now, so that at least made it easier. And we were all in character and stuff, so, you know, it felt right, and then they started the fake snow going and we just did it, you know?”

“Uh-huh,” Kristoff said, his voice neutral. 

“That like— this doesn’t bother you, right?” she asked quickly. “Because seriously, it didn’t mean—“

“Anna, I know. This is literally your job, I’m not jealous or anything. But please tell me if I ever make you feel like I’m mad or something, because I’m seriously not.”

She let out the breath she’d been holding. “I— I know. I just...wanted to make sure. Because it still, like...still felt weird to me, you know? And I can’t figure out why.”

He nodded thoughtfully. “Have you done this before? Like, stage kissing and stuff?”

“Oh, yeah, lots of times. But this time felt kind of different. I just don’t know why.”

He considered it for a moment, looking so thoughtful she couldn’t help but smile, feeling a little flutter in her chest at the thought that he really and truly cared about helping her figure this out. “Enough about me, though, tell me about that crazy to-go order you texted me about. Did you end up getting to see the person who’d ordered it?”

They talked for so long Anna lost track of time, until she yawned so widely Kristoff stopped talking mid-sentence. 

“Anna, what time is it there?”

“Um...close to eleven?”

“What time did you get up this morning?”

“...four.”

He laughed softly. “Get some sleep. I’ll talk to you again tomorrow morning, okay?”

She wanted to argue, but honestly she’d been fighting to keep her eyes open for the last half hour. “Night, Kris.”

“Night, Anna. Sweet dreams.”

He said that every night, but the way he’d smiled tonight— she was thinking about it until long after she’d hung up her phone and closed her eyes. Then, suddenly, she sat upright and snatched it up again, typing furiously. 

figured it out...before, there’s never been someone i ACTUALLY wanted to kiss instead 

..

:)

I wish it had been me, too. 

—

day 21

hey kris!!! sorry i know it’s the middle of the night there so i hope this doesn’t wake you up but i set an alarm on my phone for the exact time and as of like 10 seconds ago we’re halfway there!!!!!!! 😊😊😊

To her surprise, a response came just a few minutes later. 

:) Knew we could do this.

—

day 23

“I got my class schedule today.”

“Yeah? Show me!”

He held it up awkwardly to the camera, and she squinted at it. “Oh, wow, that’s a lot of blocks. Are you still going to work at Starbucks?”

“Yeah, I’ve been there the whole time I’ve been in school. Just work less hours on weekdays, usually pick up some early morning weekend shifts.”

“Oh, that sucks.”

He shrugged. “It works out. I, uh, I’ve got some scholarships that cover most of my tuition, so then it’s, y’know. Rent money and stuff.”

Anna frowned, feeling suddenly acutely aware of how much money she was making for a lot less work. “Will you have, like...any free time?”

“Oh, yeah, of course,” he said quickly, suddenly sounding nervous. “I promise I’ll still have time to hang out with you and stuff, just--”

“No, no that’s like-- shit, that’s not what I meant, Kris, I mean I kind of did but like-- I’m not trying to like, pressure you or--”

“No, I get it, I--”

“No, I mean like school is way important and you like--”

“Seriously, when I say we can--”

Anna took a deep breath. “Okay. You talk first.”

“I, um. I don’t want you to think, like, I won’t make time for you or something, though. Um-- that was all.”

She smiled, wishing she could be there in person; it was so much easier to reassure him when she could just squeeze his hand. “Seriously, that’s not what I meant. I was just worried about you, ‘cause that’s, like, a lot of stress. So if there’s anything I can do to like, help or whatever, just...just let me know. Like...with anything.”

“Seriously, I think it’ll help a ton to just have a pretty girl keeping me company while I study.”

She felt her cheeks turn pink. “What if I end up wanting to distract you?”

Now she wasn’t the only one blushing.

---

day 30

“Miss you.”

“Miss you, too.”

Tonight, there wasn’t really anything else to say.

—- 

day 34

He’d stopped leaving his phone on silent overnight; it was silly, really, but he always had a tiny fear that maybe something would happen over in Romania while he was asleep, and maybe Anna would need to reach him, and there probably wouldn’t be anything he could actually do...but still.

Despite that, though, it still took a lot to wake him, so when his phone went off one night close to three in the morning, he nearly missed the call. “Hello?” he mumbled sleepily, putting it to his ear.

He heard a familiar little giggle. “It’s FaceTime, Kris. I’m sorry to wake you up, I just-- I really wanted you to see this.”

“Oh-- hang on.” He fumbled for his glasses on the nightstand, sliding them on and blinking blearily at the screen. “Um...where are you? I just see, like...the ceiling?”

“Oh-- that’s cause I gave my phone to Honey, just a second, and she’ll show you.”

The phone was lifted up suddenly by a pretty woman with bronze skin and dark hair thrown up into a bun. “Nice to meet you, Anna’s boyfriend.”

He wondered if she could see him blush even in the dark room. “Nice to meet you, too.”

“Okay, okay, I’m ready!” he heard Anna chirp from somewhere. “Turn the camera!”

Honey did with a laugh, and Kristoff sat upright, his eyes wide. Anna was in a deep blue ballgown that fit perfectly to her torso before flaring out into a long, shimmery skirt. Her hair was down, set in curls that shone especially bright against the dark color of the gown, and she was smiling so brightly he thought his heart was going to burst.

“You look beautiful, baby,” he said, half-convinced he was still dreaming.

She was quiet for a moment, and then he realized she was blushing bright red. He heard Honey giggle, and then the phone was being handed back over to Anna. “You’ve never called me that before.”

“What, beautiful? I definitely--”

“No, I--” Her blush deepened. “Kris, are you wearing a shirt?”

He glanced down. “Oh-- uh, no, I’m not. Sorry, I didn’t think you’d be able to see without the lights--”

A mischievous glint was twinkling in her eye. “Trust me, Bjorgman, there’s nothing to apologize for.”

Now he was blushing, too. “Um-- so you’ve got to be filming something special today, right?”

“Yeah, the big ballroom scene. I just...I really love this dress, and the way Honey did my hair and stuff, and I, um...I wanted you to see.”

He smiled softly. “I’m glad. You really do look so, so beautiful.”

She opened her mouth to say something else, but then he heard Honey call, “Hey, Anna, say bye to the boyfriend, they want you on set in five.”

Anna turned back to the camera, looking suddenly nervous. “Kris, are you my boyfriend?”

“Do you want me to be?”

“Yeah.”

He grinned, no longer sleepy. “Okay.”

Anna laughed. “Okay?”

“Hey, it’s still the middle of the night, and I’m still kind of speechless after seeing you in that dress. Cut me some slack.”

“Go back to bed. Sorry I woke you up.”

He yawned. “I’m not.”

---

day 40

“Look! All packed!” She grinned, turning her phone quickly around the room to show off her only slightly overstuffed suitcases. “And ready to come home!”

“Do you think you’ll miss it?”

“No, I mean...it’s beautiful and all here, but it’s still not home.”

Kristoff grinned at that. “You still want me to pick you up from the airport?”

“Um, is that even a question?”

He laughed. “Just making sure! I mean, six weeks is a long time, don’t know if you got tired of me.”

“Kristoff, the second I get back to LA, I’m like, jumping on you again and kissing the fuck out of you.”

He waggled his eyebrows. “And then?”

She could tease him, too. “And then you’d better hurry the hell up and take me back to your apartment so I can show you how much I missed you.”

“....Jesus Christ. Why does waiting two more days suddenly feel so much longer than the other forty?”