#this is the corniest thing i've ever written

[wikiangela]

you're my twin flame from a past life

this is the cheesiest, corniest, fluffiest, most romcom-y thing I've ever written, so be warned lol and enjoy <3 huuuuge thank you to emma (@evansboyfriend) for beta reading <333

bucktommy rating: G words: 4k summary: Buck's sure he and Tommy were destined to find each other. Now that they have, he intends to keep Tommy forever.

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“Yes, Tommy,” he rolls his eyes with a small huff of laughter. “I’m better than ever. I’m just- just thinking.” He shrugs with one arm, the one he’s not lying on. “I can see that. What are you thinking about so intensely?” Tommy shifts on the bed, lying on his side to fully face Buck now, the movie apparently forgotten, still playing in the background. But it’s a romcom, it’s predictable, not like they’re missing much. They can always rewind later, because Buck knows Tommy will want to see the ending anyway, and pretend he’s not tearing up at whatever cheesy love confession and kiss, or maybe some emotional montage, at the end will be. He can be such a dork, and a hopeless romantic. It’s adorable. “If you wanna share?” “Uh, it’s just-” he starts, but cuts himself off with a slight shake of his head. “Nevermind, it’s stupid.” “I’m sure it’s not.” Tommy’s hand – such a big hand, Buck still can’t get over it even after all this time – settles on Buck’s side, over his ribs. “You know you can tell me anything,” he says, and it’s a reminder, a reassurance, but no insistence, no pushing to tell him anyway, always letting Buck lead, letting him come to Tommy with whatever’s on his mind. Buck smiles softly, his fingers tracing over the side of Tommy’s face, from his cheekbone to jaw.  “I know. I was just- I was thinking about how sometimes I feel like-” his smile widens involuntarily, his cheeks heating up, but the words sound sure and confident and true, exactly like he feels about them and this relationship, “Like I’ve been searching for you my whole life.”

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[americas1suiteheart]

This is also another one that hasn't been requested, but the FOB brain rot is real guys. Anyways, this one isn't exactly age accurate I guess?? More so of an AU if anything.

This is also on Ao3 if you want to read it there (This is the link)

How Misery Loved Me

[Patrick Stump x Fem! Reader]

[Tumblr did it again and ruined the quality of my gif..]

Summary; I don't know how to write summaries for works that aren't requested, my bad, guys this is my own fault, especially when I know I have asks.💀

Notes; I'm sorry it's another fem reader but school is piling up and finals week is coming up and I still want to write, but fem readers are easier right now. I also just gave the girl that went to the dance with Pete a random name. (This is one of the corniest and most cliche things I've ever written).

Warnings; Mutual pining, foul language, some angst, and there's multiple pov changes.

Word Count; 10,307

<Now playing - Dance, Dance by Fall Out Boy>

0:54 ──ㅇ─────── 3:00

"So, which one do you think looks better?" You ask, turning around to look at Patrick, who was sitting on your bed.

"That one's nice, but I think the second one you wore was better. But seriously, I think you should pick which one you want."

"That's the thing though; I don't know which one I want to wear because I like three of them," You say, falling face down onto the bed in the spot where all the previously discarded dresses were.

"Then take all the other dresses out and pick just those three, and then we can narrow it down to what you want," Patrick says, looking down at you.

You groan and turn over, then get up again, beginning to pick all of the other dresses except for the three that you liked, hanging all of the other ones back up and putting them into your closet.

You take the three other dresses with you behind the divider you had in your room, changing into one of the dresses and walking back out.

"Okay, this one has a pretty colour and it's comfortable, but I think it's just a little too short for my liking, so I think this one can go." You say, looking at yourself in the mirror, smoothing out the dress.

You walk back behind the divider, changing into the second dress and hanging the other one back up.

"This one is a perfect length, and it's a nice colour but the straps constantly fall off my shoulders, but I think if I were to sew them to fit me, or even just safety pin them to my bra, it would probably be okay."

You do the same as you did before, going back to the divider, changing into the other dress, and walking back out.

"This one is comfortable, and it fits good, as well as a good length, but I'm afraid that it's going to end up being too much." You say, looking at yourself in the mirror and turning around.

"That's the one that I liked. I don't think it's too much, though. It looks nice on you," Patrick says, scooting farther back onto the bed.

"So, should I wear this one or the other one?" You ask, looking down at yourself, feeling the material of the dress in between your fingers.

"I think that one,"

You nod, smiling as you go back to behind the divider, changing into your pyjamas this time and laying the dress down nicely for Friday's dance, then putting the other one away into your closet.

After doing so, you close up the divider and lay down on your bed halfway with your legs dangling off of it. You close your eyes and listen to the music playing from your CD player, nodding your head to the song.

You open your eyes slightly, looking up at Patrick and admiring his features. His hair was medium length, with those sideburns that you adored so much. Oh and his smile, he could light up a room with that smile. His eyes were such a pretty blue.

You see Patrick look down at you and then quickly look away when he sees that you were staring at him, you doing the same.

You quickly sit back up from your bed and walk to your player to change the CD.

"I still haven't completed the math homework that's due Thursday and was thinking about what other ones I still had to do. Have you done them yet?" You say trying to get rid of the awkwardness, taking your Catalyst CD by New Found Glory out of its case, then taking the other one out of the player and replacing it, pushing the play button and turning up the volume dial.

You turn back around and see Patrick's eyes widen.

"Oh shoot! I forgot about that! What was it again?" Patrick asks, his hands covering his face.

"We just have to do the problems on page 27 from our books, it's not that hard but I can let you copy mine if you want, I'm not done with it yet so you'll have to finish the rest." You say, walking over to your bag to get your book out.

"That would be awesome, I'll just copy them down on a paper if you don't mind it,"

"Knock yourself out, 'Trick,"

You place the book down onto your small desk in the corner of your room. The desk had scattered sheet music, old graded history and english papers, a table lamp and pencil jar placed on the left, and your closed laptop sitting in the middle of the desk.

The wall it was facing was decorated with old concert tickets and wristbands, framed pictures of you and your family, as well as unframed pictures of you and the rest of the boys, most of them of you and Patrick.

Patrick walks to the desk, sitting down in the chair and grabbing one of your blank lined papers from a spot where more sheet music books were stacked up.

You sit back down onto your bed, humming the beginning of All Downhill From Here to yourself and picking at the fibers on the plush throw.

"Has anyone asked you to homecoming yet?" Patrick says, still looking at the book and copying it down.

"No, not yet. I honestly wouldn't mind not getting asked and just hanging out with you and the rest of the guys though,"

"Really? I'm surprised no one has yet. But Pete has a date to homecoming now actually so I think it would be just me, Andy, and Joe together," Patrick says, placing the pencil down and turning around in the swivel chair.

"Pete got a date? Did he finally ask that girl?" You ask.

"Yup, he lit her yard on fire with the word "homecoming?" and she said yes," He explains.

"He lit her yard on fire?! I don't know about her but if someone lit my yard on fire to ask me to some dance saying yes would be the last thing i'd do, I think that's just common sense though, or at least it should be, but apparently not for her!" You exclaim, looking at Patrick in shock.

"Yeah, I told him it was a bad idea too and he still did it. I've got to give it to him though, at least he was confident enough to do that and it actually got him a date," Patrick laughs.

"Are you going to ask anyone to the dance?"

"I want to ask this one girl, but I don't think I'm going to end up actually doing it, I'm not as confident as Pete is when it comes to that sort of stuff," Patrick says, spinning around in the chair.

Ouch.

"Anyways, I should probably get going now though, it's going get dark out soon and my curfew is coming up, I don't need my mom yelling at me again," Patrick says, getting up from the chair and walking over to you.

"Oh shoot, have you really been here that long? I didn't mean to keep you here that long, sorry about that," You say, getting up.

"Don't apologise, I like hanging out with you, it's much better than just sitting in my bed reading comics the whole time. I mean, I love those comics but again, I much prefer hanging out with you instead," Patrick says awkwardly.

"Okay, get going though, it'll be too dark for you to walk home soon enough," You say.

You give Patrick a hug, him leaning down a little bit as he was just ever so slightly taller than you.

"Alright, bye Y/n, I'll see you tomorrow. Thank you for letting me copy, you seriously just saved my ass," Patrick says, opening your door and leaving the room.

You close the door and sigh, sitting at your desk, finishing the last three problems you had, then turning off your lamp and CD player.

You get your bed ready to sleep in, putting the extra pillow on the floor and get under the covers.

I'm so stupid, he's nothing more than a friend and it's always going to be that way, stop creating these stupid thoughts in your head.

You sigh and close your eyes, falling asleep within a few minutes.

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-Patrick's POV-

"Dude just ask her. If you don't ask soon then some other guy will. There's only two days until homecoming, she's going to get asked, Patrick, believe me." Pete says, leaning against the lockers next to mine.

"I don't know, Pete. I mean, if she says no then it's going to be awkward between us or something, I don't want that." I say, rummaging through my locker for my math book.

"Believe me, Patrick, she'll say yes." Pete puts an arm on my shoulder and gives me a look.

I sigh and close my locker, not being able to find the book. It's fine, I didn't need it right now anyways. I'll have to look for it when I get home though.

The bell rings and I walk to my class with Pete, him departing ways with me shortly after as he had a different class this period.

God I really don't want to be here right now.

Ding! -"Good Morning everyone! Today is Thursday and it's currently 20 degrees out. The yearbook club is meeting today during lunch, as well as chess and game club. Those that need to retake their photos have today and tomorrow to do so, and those that need to retake any midterm tests will do so next week on Tuesday in the Algebra classroom or room B213. And now for the most exciting announcement; homecoming is coming up tomorrow and tickets are still being sold during lunch time, so maybe get yourself and a special someone a ticket as they won't be sold at the door. Those that are helping plan the dance will need to meet in the student lounge until Friday. Have a great day, and once again buy those tickets!"- Click!

'Ugh. Another reminder that I still don't have the balls to ask her out to the dance.' I think to myself, pinching the bridge of my nose and getting all of my things out for the class.

I sit through the class, taking notes as the teacher talks, ignoring the balls of scrunched up papers being thrown across the classroom. The class seemed to go on so much longer than it usually felt like it did, but maybe it might be the rowdiness of my classmates.

I finish the class and continue to go to all of my other periods until lunchtime. Finding my regular table with everyone else and place my bag down and head to the lunchline, which was almost always shorter except for Wednesdays as the food tended to be much better then everything else all the other days.

Honestly though, most of everyone's lunch breaks are just spent waiting in line unless you either got lucky enough to be first or if you brought your own lunch for the day.

After standing in the line and finally getting my tray, I head back to the table.

"...No, no, no, no, no. You don't understand guys, this is like, the first time I've ever been asked to any kind of dance ever. This is huge for me!" Y/n exclaims, slamming their hands on the table.

"I don't know man, the guy that asked you is kind of an asshole," Andy says, everyone else other than Y/n agreeing.

Shit, I should've listened to Pete.

"Come on dude, you're really gonna ditch me, Patrick and Andy for some guy that you've never had a conversation with?" Joe says as he continues chewing on his sandwich.

I place my tray onto the table, sitting down in between Pete and Y/n in the seat that I was always in.

"Pat! Hold on I was looking for one of my CD's this morning when I was getting ready and found this under one of my blankets I had on the floor. I think you might've left it the last time we studied together." Y/n says, pulling a large math book out of her bag and handing it to me.

"Oh shit, thanks, Y/n. I was looking for this earlier this morning," I say, taking the book from her hands, looking at it for a second and then placing it inside my bag.

"Yeah no problem. Oh, oh! You'll never guess what happened during the second passing period," She says excitedly, grabbing my left shoulder and shaking it slightly, then patting her hand quickly on it.

"What happened?" I ask, taking a bite out of the sandwich on my tray of food.

"So, you know that guy Mark in our chemistry class right? He kinda has like this dark brown semi-curly hair, the one that always wears that letterman jacket,"

"The guy that pushed me directly into that one girl because I wouldn't give him my notes?" I say, swallowing the bite of my sandwich and opening my carton of milk.

"He did that to you?" Y/n asks, gently placing her hand on my back.

I dismiss her hand, "That doesn't really matter, did he ask you to the dance?"

Y/n's face had a hurt look, one that I couldn't quite place my finger on. Her face then softened, continuing with what she was saying.

"But uh, yeah. He asked me if I wanted to be his date to homecoming and I said yes. He's not a bad looking guy so I figured why not," She finishes, giving a small shrug.

I nod slowly, staying silent as I continue taking bites out of my sandwich, listening to everyone else talk about their own things for the remainder of the lunch period.

I get up and throw my tray with everyone else, grabbing my bag and waiting for Y/n at the table so we can walk to class together.

How come you always have to chicken out on things like this? If you don't start saying something soon to her she's going to-

A sudden light punch on my arm brings me out of my trance, I turn to see Y/n and gently punch her back, smiling at her.

"You okay, Pat?" She asks, a soft smile on her face.

I nod my head, starting to walk with her to our next class together. "Yeah, I'm fine, I just got lost in my head for a second there". Y/n hums and continues walking, pushing past everyone else in the crowded hallway.

Does it make me a bad friend for not being completely happy for Y/n, anyone would be but I can't seem to shake off this feel of jealousy in my body.

Me and Y/n enter the classroom, going to our shared work table and place our bags down on the floor next to it and take our seats.

"What did we work on yesterday in this class? I dozed off," Y/n whispers.

"Oh, I could tell. Did you know that you snore?" I say jokingly.

"Oh shut up, I was out for forty minutes, but can you please tell me what we did?" Y/n says sarcastically, giving me a light punch in the arm.

"We just had a study hall for class. Mr Hadford didn't feel like teaching so he just told us to do whatever, so you're fine unless you absolutely needed to work on something else,"

"Good to know," Y/n places her head onto my shoulder.

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-Reader's POV-

"Come on, Y/n. Are you sure you really want to go with Mark Anderson? The guy is a douche, you've seen how he treats people like us!" Pete exclaims.

"What do you mean by people like us? Pete?" I ask, turning around from my desk to look at Pete.

Pete was over at your house because you two wanted to hang out together. He was in the same spot that Patrick sat in your bed the other night. You couldn't help but feel slightly upset with yourself that you agreed to go with mark instead of asking Patrick to go with you. Or instead, hoping Patrick would ask you.

Sure, it'd always been fun just going with the rest of them, you guys just did your own thing and stayed together, dancing how you wanted without caring if other people thought it was odd, because all five of you always had fun.

But for once someone had actually asked you, wanted to go with you, and to be honest, some terrible part of you wished that Patrick would get jealous and ask you to go with him instead.

"You know what I mean by that, Y/n. We've always been the geeks no one else really hangs out with, we've always been the only ones that hang out with each other, because be honest with yourself, when was the last time we ever talked with other people for more than a class period?" Pete explains.

You turn away, going back to what you were doing before. You hated that he was right. Why would some asshole jock ask you in the first place, you'd never even talked to him until earlier, and the conversation lasted 2 minutes at most.

"I didn't mean to be mean, well, maybe just a little, but I have a bad feeling that Mark didn't have good intentions when asking you." Pete says, getting up from the bed, putting his hand on my shoulder.

"But what if Mark is being genuine? What if I said no and missed out on something that could be serious?" I sigh, turning to face Pete.

"But Mark really isn't the best person at all. I mean, he's done something shitty to most of us by now, who knows if he'll do it again, or to you.. As your friend, I don't want you getting hurt, and neither would the rest of the guys, especially Patrick, and you know that. At least I would hope you do,"

"I know, I know.. It's just, ugh god. I mean, you can't say anything, you asked that poor girl by lighting her front yard on fire!"

"So? At least I'm a better guy than Mark Anderson. The guy is notorious for being a douchebag, don't compare me to him." Pete says, falling down onto my bed dramatically.

God, Pete is starting to make me question my decisions, maybe I should listen to him, what if Mark really does have bad intentions.

"I can't believe you didn't ask Patrick to go with you. You know he wouldn't have said no, right?" Pete says, his arm over his eyes.

"When he was here the other night I asked him if he was going to ask anyone to the dance and he said that he wanted to ask this girl. I didn't bother after that, if he already had someone in mind I wasn't going to ask, I don't want to be that type of girl. I've seen other girls do that to guys and it either makes them feel like they're being pressured or in an awkward sort of position." You sigh, finishing organizing the plethora of loose sheet music on your desk and placing it in a folder.

"Whatever man. All I'm saying is that you could've said no to Mark and hung out with the rest of the guys. You didn't have to go with him."

"Piss off, Wentz. I don't want your shitty advice, it's just making me feel worse," You say annoyed.

"I had the balls to ask someone I liked to homecoming, you didn't. You made a mistake and still insist that 'oh come on Pete, he can't be that bad, even if he made your guys' lives miserable, I'm pretty sure he'll be nice even if we haven't ever talked to each other, I want to give this dumb asshole a chance.' And to be honest Y/n, you're kind of a dumbass for that." Pete was now standing up, stopping in front of you two feet away, rolling his eyes and mimicking you.

"Get the fuck out of my room, Pete.." You say, your voice starting to get that raw feeling and tears threatening to form in your eyes. You felt stupid for starting to cry over something you started.

Pete storms out of the room closing your door, you could tell how annoyed he was by the sound of how loud his footsteps were, then leaving your house with a slight slam of the door.

What he said hurt. A lot. And just as before, you hated how right he was, how he was able to tell you every single thing you could've and shouldn't've done and he was still right. He acted like an ass but you knew it was with good intent and that he didn't want you to have the possibility of getting hurt, he was like an older brother in that way, but it pissed you off that he felt the need to scold and talk to you as if you were a child. How did something as simple as hanging out with each other turned into an argument so quickly?

You were too frustrated at that point, and on top of that, homecoming was the next night. God I'm an idiot, I need to sleep..

-Timeskip the next day-

The girls in the hallway giggled and talked to their friends about how excited they were for homecoming. How they were going with their boyfriends or how someone cute or popular asked them.

Despite how excited everyone was around you, you remained nervous and the feeling of anxiety only grew stronger every step you took down the hallway, finally making it to Patrick's locker where Andy, Pete, Joe, and obviously Patrick were standing.

"Good morning, Y/n, or not such a good morning..? Are you okay, man? You look like shit," Joe says, reaching across to examine your face.

"Thanks, Joe. Good morning to you too, I'm just fine," You say, swiping at his hands to get them off of your face.

"Hey, Y/n," Patrick says, giving you a small wave with a smile on his face. Gosh he was always so cute without even trying.

"Hey, Patrick, good morning," You say, mustering a small smile despite how you currently felt. "Good morning, Andy. How are you guys feeling other than excited like the rest of everyone else?" You ask, letting out a sigh.

Groans emit from everyone except Pete, one would know exactly why.

"I don't know, man I'm pretty excited, shouldn't you be too, Y/n? Are you excited to go with Mark?" Pete says, looking at you with a grin on his face.

"Sure, whatever you say, Wentz." You say, glaring at him.

The bell rings throughout the hallways, everyone starts to scramble to their classes, seemingly still talking to their friends about the dance as they do so.

"Me and Andy gotta go to pre-cal, we'll see you guys during lunch. Try not to die from excitement," Joe says, walking down the hallway, giving a monotone "woo-hoo".

We all depart and walk to our separate classes. Math was probably one of the worst first classes to have, or more specifically Trigonometry. It wasn't even that you hated it, but rather the kids in it. They were loud and were often rowdy, and the teacher didn't care enough to say anything about it, and today you knew it was going to be much rowdier than most days. And when you walked in, you were exactly right.

You sat at your desk, placing your bag down and grabbing your book out of it. One more day until winter break starts, just one more day until you don't have to be around this chaos and sleep in.

The class went by quicker than it usually did, you just finished some problems in your workbook and listened to music on your iPod to drown out the sound of your classmates not very quietly talked to others.

After finishing your other two periods you walked through the hallway to get lunch.

Someone from behind grabs your shoulders and gives them a squeeze, "Boo," the voice says quietly. You turn around to see Pete standing in front of you

"Oh uh, hey, Pete." You say, adjusting the straps of your backpack awkwardly.

"Hey, Y/n. I'm sorry about last night by the way, I was kinda being a dick to you and said some things to you that would've been better if they were left unsaid. I don't want our friendship to go to shit so I wanted to apologise." Pete says, looking at you sympathetically.

You sigh and look up at him, "I'm sorry too, Pete. You were right and it upset me that you were, I also don't want there to be any sort of tension between us. I'm honestly kinda glad we resolved it,"

"What's that supposed to mean?" Pete asks, smiling as he begins to walk with you to the lunch line.

"Well, I mean I could've totally lived without being your friend, you're not all that important or whatever," You sarcastically reply.

"Pfft, I think I can say the same for you too, L/n," Pete says and gives you a small punch to your arm.

Both of you get lunch and then head to your usual table where just Andy was sat, reading an issue of Uncanny X-Men with one of his earbuds in.

"Hey, Andy. You're not gonna get any lunch?" You ask, placing your tray onto the table and sit next to Pete.

"Nah, not right now. I'm gonna wait for the line to clear up so I can finish this," Andy replies, taking his other earbud out and wrapping the cord around his iPod.

"Where's Joe and Patrick? Did they come by yet?" Pete talks with his mouth full, shoveling the spaghetti on his tray into his mouth.

"No, they haven't come by yet, I'm assuming both of them got stuck in computer lab, I heard the teacher's an ass so I wouldn't be surprised if they did. Hey, does the spaghetti come without the meat in the sauce or is it just that?"

"Ah okay, thanks, Andy. Yeah they have just the tomato sauce, the meat is an add on type thing," You reply, taking a bite of your food.

Andy gives a nod of affirmation and continues to read the comic in his hands.

You and Pete continue to eat, Andy soon finishes his comic to go get lunch and comes back shortly after.

"Have Patrick and Joe still not come by yet?" Andy says, as he sits back down in his seat and sets his tray down.

"Nope, nothing yet," Pete replies.

Worry began to set in your stomach, nothing could've happened to the two, except maybe Joe getting in trouble and dragging Patrick along with him.

You decide to pull your phone out and ring Patrick and after a couple of rings it goes to voicemail. You hang up and look at your phone for a moment before closing it.

"Patrick leaves his cell on silent during school, try Joe instead, or you could always go look for them." Andy says, swallowing a bite of his pasta before talking.

Shoot you forgot about that. You open your phone back up and dial Joe's number, it doing the same thing as when you tried Patrick's number.

"I'm gonna go look for them, do you guys wanna come with?" You ask, getting up from the table.

Pete looks at Andy then back at me, "Nah, I think we can just stay. Me and Andy still have to finish our food,"

You nod and walk out of the lunch hall, heading down to upstairs building C to get to the Computer Lab. Once you were at the classroom you knocked on the door, not long after the teacher opened it.

"What is it you need?" The teacher says seemingly annoyed.

"Have you seen Patrick and Joe? I believe they have you as their 3rd bell and I haven't seen them." You ask, slightly intimidated by the teacher's height and demeanor.

"They're in lunch detention right now, actually."

You let out a small 'oh' and thank her before walking back to the lunch hall. Wow, Andy must've been right about her being mean.

You return back to your table and sit back down next to Pete, sighing. "They got themselves stuck in lunch detention,"

"What? How did they do that?" Andy says, Pete snickering next to you.

"I don't know! I went to the computer lab, knocked on the door, then asked the teacher if she'd seen them or knew where they were and she just told me that they were in lunch detention," You explain, running your hands through your hair.

Pete is now laughing even louder and so is Andy, now you can't help but laugh a little with them too.

Lunch finishes and all three of you dump your trays. You grab your bag and start walking to your 4th bell History class.

As you walk in you see Patrick sitting at the table you two share with his head down. You walk to it and place your things down and sit next to him.

"What happened, Stump?" You say, placing a hand on Patrick's arm.

"I don't wanna talk about it." Patrick says with his voice muffled from still having his head down.

"Alright, I won't pry about it, but you have to put your head up so that way we can work. I can't have a partner if he's got his head buried in his arms the whole time." You chuckle, taking your hand off his arm and getting your things out of your bag.

The rest of the day went by and soon enough you were in your room blasting AFI's Sing The Sorrow album as you got ready for the dance.

You had the dress that Patrick helped you pick out and some simple makeup on, just a little bit of eyeliner on your waterline and a light coat of mascara on your bottom lashes, just leaving your top lashes curled.

You pause your music and put the CD back into its case, grabbing your phone on your way out of your room.

You spot your dad sitting at the kitchen table eating a bowl of cereal, "Hey dad, how do I look? Does it look okay or should I change something about it?"

"Hey, kiddo. You look nice, that looks just fine. Let me take a picture before you head out, okay." Your dad gets up from where he was sitting and gets the camera out

You stand in front of an empty space where paintings he made were the only thing that adorned the walls behind you. You smile and he takes the picture, then he comes next to you and takes a picture of both of you.

"Alright, have fun and don't do anything stupid. Take your coat too, it's cold out." He says as he gives you a hug.

You grab your coat and tell him bye before going outside. Joe was your ride to the dance, so you waited outside for him to come. In a few minutes he pulled up with his hand me down 1998 Toyota Corolla, Andy sitting in the passenger seat.

"Hey, Joe, thanks for taking me. Hi, Andy," You say, getting into the backseat of the car.

"No problem. You stoked for it? Your date is that Mark guy, right?" Joe asks as he begins driving.

"Yeah, I guess."

"You seemed to be stoked about it yesterday, what's wrong now?" Andy asks.

You shrug your shoulders and sigh, regardless of the fact that they couldn't see you. "I dunno, I just- feel bad about leaving you guys, we've been going with each other the past two years now. And on top of that Pete won't be there either because he has a date too."

"Don't worry about us, Y/n, we'll be fine, and you can always come with us and hang out if you get tired of Mark," Andy says and Joe nods in agreement.

"It's not really that, I guess. I mean, I didn't get to ask the guy I wanted to and just kinda said yes to Mark even though I didn't want to go. To be honest the guy is a dick and I've seen how he reacts to other girls rejecting him, and I just didn't want him to spread gross lies about me like he did with the girls that said no to him."

I was stupid for saying yes, but I would've also been stupid if I said no. It was a lose, lose situation and my grave was already dug when he asked me. I'm hoping that he just ditches me and says that it was a joke that he asked me, that no one would ever ask me. You wanted to get out of that situation even if it meant him humiliating you in front of a crowd of other people. You knew that's exactly what would happen if he did do it.

"Why didn't you ask the guy you wanted to before? We had like, two weeks to do so." Joe asks, his eyes still focused on the road.

"Honestly, Joe, I don't know."

Other than the soft music coming from the radio, the rest of the ride to the school was quiet. All of you get out of the car once you make it to the car lot and park. Joe locks his car and you guys walk to the building that leads to the gym, all three of you giving your tickets to the teacher that had a table set outside.

You head into the hall and tell Andy and Joe to go on ahead while you wait for Mark. You felt uneasy about it, just as you thought on the way here, hoped that he would come to say something about you and ditch.

Mark arrived and greeted you and walked next to you until you were inside the gym. You see Pete and wave to him, then spot Joe and see Patrick peeking over to wave to you. You smile and wave back to him but it was cut short as Mark took your arm and pulled you to a spot where other guys and girls he often hung out with were standing.

God, this is not gonna be a fun night..

He introduces you to his friends. Some waved but most of them snicker and sneer at you. You shuffle in your spot uncomfortably as all of them talk to each other, not really knowing who they were and not wanting to be included in the conversations.

The band that was supposed to start the dance off with one song started to play and everyone began to clap to the beat of the beginning.

'She says, she's no good with words but I'm worse. Barely stuttered out a joke of a romantic stuck to my tongue,'

These guys are pretty good, holy shit.

'Way down with words too over dramatic. Tonight it's "It can't get much worse," Vs. "No one should ever feel like"'

You would like to dance and enjoy the music but it just wouldn't feel like it does when you were with the guys. You had no clue what to even do, you just kinda, stood there as everyone in the group just continued talking to each other.

'Dance, dance. We're falling apart to halftime. Dance, dance. And these are the lives you love to lead. Dance, this is the way they'd love, if they knew how misery loved me,'

"Hey, uh, I'm gonna go to the food table, alright?" You tell Mark awkwardly.

"Yeah, uh-huh, whatever, go do what you need to." Mark says, dismissing you with his hand and immediately going back to his conversation.

'Why don't you show me a little bit of spine. You've been saving for his mattress, love,'

You walk to the table, having to push past the crowd before getting there. You grab a cup and pour some punch into it, then grab one of the dessert cups and a spoon.

You sit at the bleachers to eat the dessert and drink your punch, throwing the empty cups and spoon into the trash once you were done and grab a dessert cup for Mark then head back to where he and his friends were.

You tap Mark on the shoulder and raise the dessert cup to him, motioning that you got it for him. "I got you one of these while I was over there."

Mark looks at you with a look on his face you can only decipher as disgust and destain. "I don't know how someone such as you can think that anyone other than your weird little friends would actually want to be next to you. I thought you were supposed to be the smart girl and somehow you still didn't get it." Mark says, laughing at me. His friends doing the same.

'Why don't you show me a little bit of spine. You've been saving for his mattress. I only want sympathy in the form of you. Crawling into bed with me,'

You look at him for a brief few seconds with a blank look on your face before shrugging. "Yeah, that's fair enough, but if you wanted a reaction out of me like all those other girls you could've at least tried a little harder. Thanks, man." You say before walking away, the dessert cup in your hand. You walk back to the table to put it back so it wouldn't go to waste and head to the bleachers. You see Andy sitting, reading one of the comics he brought with him.

You head over and sit next to him. "Hey, Andy. What are you doing here by yourself? Where's Patrick?"

"I could ask you the same. Patrick's in the mosh pit." Andy says, pointing to the pit that formed in the middle of the crowd.

"He's what? How'd that happen? He's not one for that sorta stuff. I'd expect that from Pete," You laugh.

"I think I saw someone drag him in. He was just kinda dancing by himself, I saw some girl slap Joe in the face earlier too, we can only guess why," Andy sighs, setting his comic down.

"So, what happened with Mark?"

'Dance, dance. We're falling apart to halftime. Dance, dance. And these are the lives you love to lead. Dance, this is the way they'd love,'

"He asked me just so that he could embarrass me in front of his friends," You shrug.

"Are you okay? I'm sorry that happened, dude." Andy says.

"Oh I'm fine, it only bothered me a bit but most of it was because he included you guys into it. I'm glad it happened, I get to hang out with you guys now, that is if Patrick comes out of that pit alive." You say, laughing at your own words.

"That's good, I'm glad you're okay," Andy says, picking his comic back up and continuing to read it.

'Dance, dance. Dance, dance. Dance, dance. Dance, dance.'

The song ends and the dance circles and small mosh pits begin to empty, most of everyone else going to their own group as the band starts taking all of their stuff down.

Joe makes his way to where you and Andy were sitting, a glass of punch in his hand. "Oh hey, what's up, Y/n?"

"Nothing much. What earned you a slap on the face by the way?" You ask, Andy snickering next to you, his nose still in his comic.

"We're not going to talk about that, okay.." Joe responds, rolling his eyes and taking a sip out of his cup.

Pete makes his way towards you guys with his date and introduces her to you guys. You wave and say hi, introducing yourself to her as well. She seemed like she was a nice girl.

"Y/n, what happened to Mark?" Pete asks, his hand holding the girl's.

"He just asked to try and embarrass me in front of his friends. It didn't bother me though, I was kind of expecting it honestly. I just walked away after telling him it didn't and came over here and just hung out with Andy," You explain.

Pete gives you a knowing look as a way of saying "I told you so," without saying anything. You roll your eyes at him in response and look at Amy. "So, I'm just curious, what made you say yes to Pete when he asked you to homecoming by lighting your front yard on fire?"

Pete looks at me and then back at Amy. "You don't need to answer that, how about we go and get some punch?" He says. Amy giggled as he began to pull her along with him. He glared at you before he walked away with her.

You stand up and groan a little from your aching feet that the heels were causing, turning around to look at Joe and Andy before telling them you were going to look for Patrick, earning a thumbs up from Andy.

You push past a few people to try and look for him, finally spotting him talking to some girls and then them walking away giggling and whispering to each other.

You walk up behind him and cover his eyes with your hands. "Guess who?" You whisper into his ear.

"I guess Y/n." Patrick chuckles.

You remove your hands from his eyes and he turns around, adjusting his glasses a little bit.

"You look good, Pat." You say, smoothing out his suit jacket with your hands.

"Thanks, so do you." Patrick responds. Both of you look at each other for a few seconds, not paying attention to anything else going on around you. You look away in slight embarrassment, stepping back a little and clearing your throat.

"How was your first mosh? And how did you not die?" You laugh.

"I was just kinda thrown into there unwillingly but I guess it was cool, a little more aggressive than I thought a mosh pit would be, especially for a high school homecoming pit, and I fell once and then left after that happened," Patrick says, looking at his shoes.

There was another awkward silence. You'd known each other for almost 4 years and this is probably the one time where you two didn't know what to say to each other.

"If you guys are done being weird, we were all going to get the picture taken before it starts to get too crowded," Joe says, standing in front of you two and motioning to go with him. You thanked him in your head that he broke that silence

You and Patrick follow Joe to the wall that had a fancy background for students to take pictures, where the rest of the guys, including Amy, were standing waiting for you.

"God, we've been waiting ages for you guys. What were you doing that took Joe so long to find you two?" Pete scolds. He sounded like a mother that had a teenager stay out too long after their curfew and was upset with them. Pete was just always kind of the parent of the group, though. Surprising for someone that acted like such a child sometimes.

"Shut up, Pete. We have people behind us that want to take a picture too, just get the picture taken and then we can do whatever we want afterwards." Joe says, pushing you and Patrick forward to the area as Andy hands the teacher his digital camera.

Everyone gets into their spots, Pete was next to Amy and had his arm around her waist, Joe and Andy stood next to each other smiling, and you put your hands on Patrick's left shoulder and leaned on him like you always did with these photos and smiled. The teacher counts down and takes a couple pictures to get some good shots.

"Do you guys want to do a silly one or are you all too old for that?" The teacher asks.

Everyone says yes and we all get into a new position. Andy and Joe made a heart with both of their hands and leaned towards each other like they were going to kiss, Pete and Amy had their tongues sticking out, and Patrick was holding you bridal style and you put your right arm up in a sort of cheering motion. The teacher then took those pictures and when she was finally done you all got out of position and thanked the teacher as Andy got back his camera from her.

"Let's see, did they get the pictures better than they got them last year..." Andy whispers to himself, but just audibly enough to where people next to him could hear.

You laugh to yourself as you recall last year's pictures. The teacher that was taking them took nothing but blurry pictures or ones where some of us had our eyes closed, there was only one picture that was decent enough that we printed out for ourselves.

You all look over Andy's shoulder or arm as best as you could as he went through the pictures, deleting a few blurry or bad ones here and there, and laughing at the shots of the funny ones.

"We actually got good pictures this year, guys. I'll look through them some more and print out the best ones for all of us." Andy says, turning off his camera and putting it with the rest of his stuff.

"Are you gonna want some prints too?" Andy asks Amy.

She looks at Pete for a second, and then back at Andy, "Yes please, that'd be great."

Andy sends back a thumbs up to her, and Pete takes her back to the "dance floor". That is, if you could even call it that.

"Alright, I'm gonna go find a girl to dance with, maybe more than just to dance with if I'm lucky. Peace!" Joe says before walking away.

"I don't know about that, but maybe you'll be lucky enough to earn a punch to the face this time," You call out, earning a glare and an angry grumble from Joe.

There was a silence for a minute or so after you laughed at what you said and the reaction you got from him. But it wasn't an awkward silence, just one where there was nothing to say afterwards.

Patrick takes a long and deep inhale, not letting it out before saying something. "Maybe I'll find a girl to dance with." Patrick clears his throat and and adjusts his glasses as he turns to look at you.

"I'm sure you will, Patrick. Go to the floor and ask someone." You say, smiling as you encourage him.

Patrick lets out a sigh and looks down at his feet, then back up to you, avoiding your eyes as he speaks. "I'm trying to.. What I'm trying to say is do you want to dance with me, Y/n." He stutters out at first, speaking a little faster as he says the rest. His cheeks and the tips of his ears were flushed red.

You freeze in shock and stare at him with wide eyes, your mouth was slightly agape and you would only assume that your face was probably the same shade of red, if not darker than Patrick's based off of the way you can feel your cheeks starting to burn up rather quickly.

"Um, uh, y-yeah. I'd um, I'd love to, yeah." You stutter out awkwardly, smiling at Patrick.

You look out of the corner of your eye to see Andy with his face in his hands, shaking his head as he does so.

Patrick awkwardly holds his hand out, looking everywhere but at you. You take it and walk with him to the dance floor, and just as you do, a sappy slow dance song comes on.

How on earth could this be one of the only times that a slow dance song comes on? You would've assumed that Pete might've been up to it, but it was probably some unlucky 1 out of 1,000 chance.

"Uh, Y/n? Can I please have this dance with you?" Patrick awkwardly asks. You turn your head to look at him then quickly look at your shoes after a few seconds out of embarrassment.

"Yeah, that'd be great." You say quietly with a smile. You laugh to yourself, glad that you weren't the only one that was nervous. And you had no idea how, but you felt your cheeks getting even hotter than they were before.

You and Patrick face towards each other and you awkwardly place your hands on his shoulders. It was especially awkward when Patrick asked if he could put his hands on your waist.

You both stayed silent and avoided eye contact for the first couple of moments of you dancing together. And no matter how much you were enjoying it, how euphoric it felt, you just couldn't look at him. Though not in a bad way.

You finally look at each other and Patrick gives you a nervous smile, his cheeks still a reddish tint.

You smile back at him and wrap your arms loosely around the back of his neck, pulling him closer to you. It was a bold move even for yourself, and you quickly regret it, wondering if it might've been too bold of a move.

Patrick stiffens a bit, but quickly relaxes and proceeds to dance with you, slowly swaying with you to the music.

"Hey, Patrick. Can I tell you something?" You say, your voice shaking a little.

"Yeah, go ahead." Patrick says just as equally nervous, or at least it sounded like it.

You think for a moment, debating whether if you should tell him what you were going to say or not, then finally deciding you should.

"You can't laugh at me or anything, please." You hesitate for a second. Patrick looks at you with his brows furrowed, what seemed to be a confused look.

"Um, I like you. More than one should be for being just friends with someone. I- what I'm trying to say is that I like you romantically." You admit, shutting your eyes closed in fear for what his face would turn into.

Patrick stops dancing, yet not letting go of you and stays silent for a few moments. You open your eyes to look at him, knitting your eyebrows together to try and pinpoint what exactly his expression was, but not being able to.

Patrick pulls you closer and gently places a shaky hand on your cheek and leans in to kiss you, his lips touching yours.

You freeze for a moment in shock, but ease into it and kiss him back, wrapping your arms a little more tightly around the back of his neck to pull him down, deepening the kiss.

It was definitely an inexperienced kiss, not that you would know that, being this was your first, but it soon turned into a more enjoyable one.

You two pull back, breathing just a little heavier than you normally would. You two looked at eachother, laughing lightly to yourself as you feel the high of exhilaration.

Both of you don't say anything the rest of the song, you just continue to dance holding each other closely, your face buried into his neck and his cheek pressed to your hair.

The song ends, too quickly for your own liking, and another upbeat pop song starts to play.

You hold onto each other for a while longer.

"Do you wanna go back to the bleachers?" You ask, finally pulling away from him.

"Yeah, there's not really much to dance to with this music, it's kinda weird when everyone else isn't with us." Patrick replies, adjusting his glasses.

You smile and slip your hand into his, walking with Patrick to the bleachers where Andy was.

Patrick stops when you two were a few feet away from the bleachers. "Am I just going insane, or do I see Andy making out with that girl over there."

"I was just thinking the same thing." You say, your mouth slightly agape at the sight.

Someone from behind grabs your shoulder, you turn around to see who it was and to no surprise, it was Pete.

"Hey guys, what are you two doing standing here like weirdos? Why aren't you guys dancing together?" Pete says, shaking both yours and Patrick's shoulder gently.

"Because we were just looking at that." Patrick says, briefly pointing at the scene happening on the bleachers.

Pete looks in between you and Patrick to look. "Oh wow, they're really going for it, huh? When did that happen?" He says, seemingly having the same reaction as you and Patrick did.

"We have no clue. We came here to plan on sitting with Andy and it was just already kind of happening. Oh, by the way, where's your little girlfriend, by the way?" You ask, teasing Pete.

Pete rolls his eyes at you and his face quickly turns into one of what you immediately recognised as mischief, one that induced fear upon you. He was about to say or do something you knew you wouldn't like or be happy about.

"How was that kiss by the way? It looked like you two really enjoyed it, me and Amy are happy for you! Maybe we should tell the guys so they can congratulate you guys too!" Pete says enthusiastically with a shit eating grin on his face.

Patrick looks at you with a mortified look, you mirror his expression and turn back to Pete. You couldn't find any snarky remark to say back to Pete, you were just completely speechless after what he had just said.

Amy walks up to Pete and taps him on the shoulder and puts her hand in his when he notices it's her.

"Hey guys! Are you having fun! I saw you two dancing a little while ago." Amy says, a sweet smile on her face.

"Oh uh, hey Amy. Yeah, yeah, we're having fun. Um, what about you?" You ask, stumbling over your words a bit, still thinking about what Pete said.

"Thats good. Me and Pete going to go back to dance, do you guys want to come with us? The dance is about to end in 15 minutes."

You open your mouth to talk only to have Patrick beat you to a response.

"No, we're alright. But thank you for asking, Amy." Patrick replies.

"Alright, have fun! If you need us we'll be somewhere in there." Amy says, grabbing Pete's arm and dragging him to the dance floor. Pete looks over his shoulder and sticks his tongue out at you and Patrick.

"Do you wanna go outside?" Patrick asks, a small smile on his face.

"Yeah, yeah. It's kind of noisy in here." You respond, following along with Patrick. You slipped your hand into his as you continued to walk with him.

You now realized just how sweaty you were. You don't know if it was because of how hot it was inside of the gym or if it was because you were with Patrick. Now that you think about it, it's kind of gross.

As you walk out the doors, you feel the cool wind blow on your face, immediately cooling down how hot your cheeks felt. You both sit down on the grass.

There was a calm silence around you, only having faint music playing from the gym and distant chatter of students and teachers keeping the noise present.

"I would've never thought that would've ever happened." Patrick says, a faint blush on his face as he looked in the distance.

"What? Pete finally getting a girlfriend or Andy making out with that girl?" You snort.

Patrick looks at you and rolls his eyes. "Well, yeah maybe the Pete part, but I mean us. It sounds so cliche but I wouldn't think that I would ever get to, well y'know.." Patrick shrugs.

The way the moonlight illuminated his face made the light freckles peppered across his face more visible, and the way it made the colour of his eyes look all the more beautiful. The chill of the wind made his nose slightly red, and his cheeks had a flush to them.

You smile and look at him. "Honestly, me either. But I'm glad it did."

"I don't know what they put in that punch because I do NOT remember being that confident or bold." You add on, laughing a bit.

You lay down on the grass and look up at him, admiring his features like you did the same way you did the day he was helping you pick out your dress, except when he looked at you this time, you didn't look away.

"It's kind of cold." Patrick says, rubbing the tip of his nose.

You smile and laugh, getting up. "Do you want to go back inside?"

"No, I think I'm ready to go back home. It's too crowded and hot in the gym and too cold out here." Patrick replies, getting up off of the grass and offering you a hand to pull you up from the grass.

"I agree with you there. Do you think you can drive me to my house?" You get up, brushing your dress of from any dirt of dead grass that may have stuck onto the fabric.

Patrick nods and you both walk to his car.

"Should we say bye to the guys before we leave?" You say, getting into the passenger seat of his car and closing the door.

"No I think they should be fine. And Pete would probably just tease us." Patrick says and starts his car, pulling out and exiting the car lot to get onto the road.

The drive to your house was almost the same as the ride Joe gave you to the school, but it wasn't an awkward silence that filled the car but rather a pleasant and calm one.

After about 10 minutes of driving Patrick pulled into your driveway. Both of you got out, as Patrick had insisted on walking you to your doorstep.

"Thank you, Patrick. I had fun with you tonight."

"Yeah, of course. I had fun with you too." Patrick smiles.

You grab onto Patrick's shoulders and lean towards him, gently placing a peck on his cheek, pulling him into a hug after.

"Goodnight, Patrick. I'll talk to you later on, okay?" You say, burying your face into his shoulder.

"Goodnight, Y/n. I'll talk to you later." Patrick says, placing a kiss to your temple.

You two break the embrace and you turn around to open your door, walking into your house and closing the door.

All of the lights were off and it was silent, so you would only assume that your dad was already asleep.

You take off your shoes and take them in your hands and walk into your bedroom.

You close your door and change out of your clothes, throwing them into your hamper and changing into your pajamas.

You smile to yourself as you recall the events of the night, only to be interrupted by a knock at your door.

"Yes?" You shout before opening your door.

"Your friend Andy is on the phone right now, he wanted to talk to you. Here, can you bring it back to me when you're done?" Your dad says, handing you his phone.

"Yeah, of course, dad. Thank you." You say before going to sit onto your bed.

"Hey, Andy, what's up?" You say, holding the phone to your ear.

"Where are you? We've been looking for you for like 15 minutes now." Andy says worriedly.

"I'm at home right now, Patrick drove me. Why didn't you call my cell?"

"Because when I called you I heard your phone ringing in your bag. You left your bag and jacket over here and we thought you were still here because it was left here on the bleachers." Andy scolded.

"Shit! I'm sorry, dude. I didn't mean to worry you." You apologize.

"It's fine. But I'm kind of upset you didn't say bye to me. Do you want me to drop your stuff off later?"

"I'm sorry, I should've said bye. I'll make it up to you, Andy I promise. But if you could bring my stuff for me later on tomorrow that would be awesome."

"Alright, I'll see you tomorrow then. Goodnight, Y/n."

"Goodnight, Andy. Thank you."

"No problem." Andy says, hanging up.

You shut the phone and get up, walking to your dads room to put his phone onto his nightstand and walk back to your room.

You close your door and pull your covers up and slip into your bed, immediately falling asleep due to the exhilaration of the night wearing off.

<Now playing - Dance, Dance by Fall Out Boy>

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AN; I think I started this in early December and now it's already the third of February so it's been a process. I'm sorry this took me so long to post but it's probably one of my longest works and because I also kept hitting parts of the story that I had no clue what to write. I do hope that you enjoyed it, though. I also have another Patrick Stump x Reader fic that you could find in my masterlist. Sorry for any spelling mistakes and such, I'll be editing it soon.

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🩷High School Sweetheart🩷

🩷Chapter 1🩷

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Megumi Fushiguro x fem!Reader; Modern AU, no curses, cursed spirits or possession of cursed techniques; Reader and other characters are in college.

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Dear Megumi, we've been friends since middle school and I've been thinking maybe it'd be nice to know if you feel the same way that I do about you.. I hope I don't regret this... I feel more close to you than any of our other friends and lately I can't stop myself from wanting to be around you all the time, it's okay if you don't feel the same. I love being your friend and I'm so scared to lose that because of this.

Looking at the message you typed out on your phone five minutes before you think of how this is the corniest text you've ever written up in your life. It would be utterly embarrassing to send this message just to be left on read or be told that your feelings are not reciprocated, making things awkward between the two of you. But you've felt as though you've had this crush on Megumi for so long that it's either shoot your shot and try to be something more or force yourself to stop hanging out with him in hopes to lose all romantic feelings toward him. Will that ever happen though? Would you be able to lose feelings even if you did ignore him? The more you think about the situation the more you feel like the text is a bad idea. Is it a good idea to ruin this friendship for the chance of something... more. Ding

~After The FaceTime With Maki~

You and Maki talked on the phone for a good hour and a half before you had to end it short for a bit of grocery shopping. You should have done it much earlier in the week, then you could have stayed on the phone longer. If you don't go today though then you will have nothing to eat tonight. On the way there you think back about what Maki told you over the phone. She of course had more to say about Mai, they've been living together for a year now in an apartment their parents pay for but Maki is the only one doing the daily chores around their house. You think that if you were her, you would have made Mai do more or move out way sooner. Maki of all people is surprisingly patient with her though.. at times.. It seems like she's also having the usual problems with her father too. They always seem to have some sort of dispute going on but today was particularly bad. He doesn't accept what college she has chosen to go to and is trying to have her drop out and transfer to the same college that Mai attends. Mai goes to a more high-league school but Maki has no interest in going to a school that is only to help her family's public image... It's that bad. Well her father called again pestering her this morning and when she declined for the hundredth time, he called the college board saying that Maki was very interested in transferring soon, even asking for her transcript. He's taking things too far, you can't help but feel bad for her. Wishing you could have talked to her more on the phone and carried on walking the short way to your local market.

The sun is setting, casting a beautiful blend of colors across the cloudless sky. On the side of the sky where the sun has already subsided, stars are starting to appear. Your feet slowly stop moving forward as you crane your neck up, getting a better view of the whole night sky. You could look at it forever but the awkward feeling of standing in the middle of a sidewalk was creeping up on you, making you take slow steps towards the market again. It's a silent walk other than the cars and people passing by. It's peaceful. Well until the sudden thought of wanting to share this moment with Megumi. Leading to a slideshow of thoughts. Your head felt like it was spinning and full of so much information that it just wanted to drop on the hard concrete ground.

The market doors seem to appear in front of you out of nowhere, arms instinctively reaching out to pull the handles. Maybe you've been a little in your head lately because of this whole Megumi thing but none of the choices of action are appealing. If you were to end up ruining your friendship with Megumi over some high school crush then you’re sure you could never forgive yourself. He’s always been there, mentally and physically. Ever since you first became close in middle school he has been the first friend you would choose to hang out with, even though he can be a bit of a bore sometimes he is good company. You could be sitting in silence together for hours, him reading a book and you playing a video game, watching a show, or sometimes reading along with him and neither of you would have anything to complain about. But if you carry on feeling like this without ever telling him then it would soon be too hard to even be around him anyway. It’s slowly becoming a comfort to have him just hanging around whenever you have something you need to do. You would have even asked him to come along shopping with you if you had not felt embarrassed by the whole text you wrote up earlier, and didn’t even send. The urge to text him now is strong but what to say isn’t coming to mind. You’re better off getting what you need from the market and going back home. Maybe then you'll be able to think of something to send him.

Setting the few bags of grocery’s down on your dining room table you finally take a deep breath for the first time in what seems like hours. Reaching back for your phone from the back pocket of your jeans, you open the messages app. 

After updating Kirara and texting Maki again about your crush situation, you decide it’s best to put your phone away for a bit while you make dinner. Choosing to ignore the fact that you told both of your friends you were going to text Megumi. But also sending a text to Nobara that will catch her attention, riling up her pho mo.

Your kitchen isn't very big, only having a small one bedroom apartment often doesn't come with much foot space. You still try to make it look nice with decor and furniture. Plants really have helped with brightening up your home, bringing different greens and yellows throughout your house. It makes you feel like your apartment is 'homey' and more livable. Everywhere you've lived before here never really felt like your own. Going from your family home, to a year long roommate situation, and finally now you rent your own apartment off-campus. It's such a different feeling knowing that you have the place to yourself and of course the responsibility of the bills will definitely make you feel that difference too. It's close to campus, just a short five minute walk. You're even able to stop by Starbucks everyday, you don't.. but you could. You basically live in the center of town so you can walk to most places with ease, making rent much more tolerable too when not having to pay for a car. You'll have to deal with your college loans later in life, but that's the least of your current worries.

Dinner is as boring as usual, chicken and rice. Anything that is quick and easy to make so that you can relax sooner. It doesn't take long to make the rice and start on the chicken. You start to feel like it would have been better to order food but it's all worth it when you get to sit on the couch with a steaming bowl of chicken and rice. Situating a pillow in your lap, then the bowl of food on top. You use your right hand to hold the bowl in place on your lap and the other to reach for the tv remote now that you're comfortable, turning on the television to Netflix most recent watches. Episode 13 of "Orange is The New Black" brightens the display from the dark loading screen previously there. You raise your hand to the spoon sitting in the white glass bowl and take a bite from it as the show starts. You hear a faint ringing of an iPhone from the kitchen but choose to ignore it til the end of the episode.

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Hi!

5. Which MC's approach to love is most different from yours? Not really a main character, but definitely Pema. I would never go up to someone in a committed relationship (having problems or not) who I have feelings for and ask them to leave their partner and be with me. And it's funny, because I've been in the exact situation- the way I handled that was the polar opposite of what Pema did and the consequences of her actions.

8. What are your favorite romantic tropes and why? Okay, I love when the man chases the woman- going to the world's end for just a glimpse. "There was only one bed" when the characters are friends? exes? enemies? just two people with explosive chemistry? it works on every level. A day/event going comically wrong with a wholesome end- the miscommunication trope! Sneaking around- forbidden attraction. Enemies who have to pretend to like each other. Friends-with-benefits to lovers. Hurt/comfort is pretty neat too. I could go on and on haha.

19. Share an excerpt from a favorite romantic scene that you've written. I think this was the corniest, cheesiest, borderline cringe (okay, not really but yeah), quintessential romantic excerpt I have ever written:

Lin was blankly staring at the screaming kettle. Her mind was foggier than the steam in front of her eyes. She wasn't this zoned out from just staying up all night. No, her mind was sinking in the thoughts of Bumi. She resented herself for not kissing him before he left. She should've made the move if he wasn't brave enough to do it himself. It had been an hour since he left. An hour since the ghost of lips was against hers. She touched her lips belatedly, still staring at the kettle.  Just as she collected herself enough to pour that over-brewed tea into a cup, she heard a knock at the outside. Her body carried her before her mind could tell her, and she blindly made her way to answer the door. She was too weak to use her bending and sense who it was. Her guards were down. It may as well be a newbie member of the triads with a dumb plan of assassinating the captain at her door- and he'd succeed too. Lin was totally out of it.  The door flung open and she saw Bumi. She was definitely still in a trance. That tea couldn't be ready soon enough. She couldn't live like this.  "I couldn't leave."  His voice brought her back. She wasn't dreaming. It really was Bumi. He didn't leave. He couldn't leave.  She opened her mouth to say something but all her words died at her lips. The next thing she knew, Bumi's hands were on her waist. Her numb arms snaked over his shoulders before her brain could order them to.  "I can't leave," he whispered panting. "I can't leave without knowing what's between us."   Lin's mouth was agape. He didn't leave. He stayed for her. And from whatever she remembered from their talk the previous night, he would probably be stuck here for at least a month before getting aboard the dock in the Fire Nation. Lin felt like her romantic life had peaked here. She was overwhelmed and her mind was sending her all sorts of signals to just kiss the guy already.  Slowly but steadily, it was Bumi who leaned in first. He aligned his mouth with hers and waited. He looked into her eyes to see if there were any signs of hesitation. Instead, he noticed a glimmering sheen in her green eyes and got lost in there.  "You have the mesmerizing eyes, Lin."  She tried responding, but she couldn't get any words out. She wanted to tell him that he was the most mesmerizing person she had ever met.  Finally, their lips met. It was as if time itself bowed in reverence. Soft and tender, their kiss was a gentle exploration, a whispered promise of a deeper connection. It was a symphony of sensation, with the taste of passion lingering on their tongues and the warmth of affection seeping through every pore. At that moment, there was a declaration of love without words, a fusion of souls that left an indelible mark on their hearts. It was a stolen moment of intimacy, a bridge between two people, and a testament to the boundless power of love. 

Twenty Questions for Romance Writers 🩷

[purelyapocryphal]

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(Writing ask game— under a cut because long)

7) Post a snippet from a WIP

This is from a sequel of sorts to Ghost Stories-- it's been in the works forever. Maybe now with Series 4 out I can resurrect it...

It had all started when Pat and the Captain had been unloading the car just as the sun was beginning to set.

They’d come back from a holiday involving a great deal of camping and seeing all sorts of historical sights all over Cornwall. They had also, judging by the way the Captain was limping, either had a lot of sex or done a lot of falling off cliffs. Or both. That very day they’d gone to see the White Horse at Uffington en route home, which filled them both with a rhapsody that seemed to quite defy possibility.

“This great country of ours,” Patrick had said, happily brandishing a heavily-annotated paper map. It had both his and the Captain’s handwriting on it, which was very sweet. Perhaps except for the bits where they had vigorously crossed out each other’s annotations and written no underneath. 

“All right, Kitty?” asked Pat when she came crunching over the gravel to see them. 

“All right,” she said.

“Found you something!” Pat said eagerly, and dove into a carrier bag that said No Sugar, I’m Sweet Enough! (Kitty had once seen the Captain trying to burn it in one of Robin’s brushpiles and had been sworn to absolutely secrecy).

She could hear the two of them through the walls, sometimes, Pat’s voice followed by the rumble of the Captain’s answer. 

A soft, helpless whimper followed by Pat’s gentle, “it’s okay, it’s okay. Breathe for me, love.”

It was a prurient interest, of course, but sometimes she caught the edge of something else in her feelings about it. A yearning, perhaps. 

“Here we are!” Pat said eagerly, emerging with a small parcel wrapped in an old Cornish & Devon Post. 

“Gosh,” she said when she ripped it open. “Where ever did you find these?”

“Little charity shop in Barnstaple. You wouldn’t believe the confusion in the old dear’s eyes when we came up to the till with them.” Pat clasped his hands together, eyes sparkling. 

The Captain grunted noncommittally and heaved a cooler out of the boot. 

They were 80s bodice-rippers. Gloriously, gloriously 80s; the bodice-rippiest of bodice-rippers. The cover art was magnificent in the corniest, most sensational sort of way.

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10) Do you work on multiple wips or stick to one fic at a time?

Historically, it's been one (especially with the big stuff), but I've got a few going at the moment-- I find that it does help my thinking to be switching back and forth between multiple things... it shakes stuff in my brain loose, or something like that. Unfortunately, it also means that I have a sense of having a greater volume of unfinished business ...

77) Why do you enjoy writing fanfiction?

A great deal of it is just playing in the sandbox— especially with other people, or writing things with other people in mind. I do first and foremost write for myself, but I do write in little gifts for others. Writing is fun! (Except when it’s agony. I never do learn to trust the process).

It also, interestingly enough, generally helps me organize my brain/figure out what I’m working through in life, thematically-speaking--- that stuff tends to show up in my writing. Plus there's something really nifty about making the same canon into all sorts of different things, looking at it from different angles.

[firewoodfigs]

we keep quiet, ‘cause we’re dead if they knew

summary: A conventional relationship doesn't quite suit them, but then again, they've never really been the conventional sort. 

tags: Valentine’s Day fic?? sort of, Romeo and Juliet references, still not a fan of the play after nearly a decade, but it works I guess. fits the story and the song. fits the bill!!!!, also the dramatis personae was pretty fun to think about, you know every1 would be rushing to kill one (1) Roy Mustang if they had the chance to, be it on stage or otherwise, good ol’ self-indulgence, somewhat crack fic, but also traces of angst bcs these two are a magnet for it, if u know the origin of the title ur a legend!!, mutual pining 

(royai // 3306 words) 

[margesimpsonannoyedgrunt]

at any given moment i am living through the emotions of mitski’s francis forever

[blatant-low-rumbling]

If you were a slice of pizza, what kind would you be?

A slice of New York style Pepperoni: Big and chewy, full of flavor, but not a lot of surprises.

[atlaese]

secret messages

summary: you speak in tongues (braille) only Matt understands. pairing: fem!reader x matt murdock tw: the purest of fluffs, foggy my dearest is attacked by a grinning devil, corny quotes that sound like they came from a tear-off calendar words: 874 a/n: surprise, lol! 24h later and i've got a little blurb. insomnia struck me last night and i thought of this fluffy little concept. hope you enjoy! it's the corniest thing i've ever written but whatever. also: the picture is supposed to represent Matt, not reader :).

p.s. dividers by @firefly-graphics p.p.s. i now have a library blog! follow @aeristhotle to get notified when i update!

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“Your copy of that witness testimony must be very funny, because my version only ends in assault and battery,” Foggy’s voice broke the silence in the office, pulling Matt out of his thoughts as his fingers stopped tracing the braille dots on the blank piece of paper.

“I’m not reading the witness testimony, Foggy,” Matt replied, one corner of his lip slightly upturned as he heard Foggy sigh and turn the page, accompanied with a groan as he read another very explicit detail.

“Seriously! You don’t realize how creepy it is when you’re smiling while I’m reading a very graphic piece about how a man’s head was bashed in,” Foggy exclaimed. “You’ve got a real wicked smile, Matt. Yet the ladies keep falling at your feet.”

Matt just shook his head and let out a breathy laugh, and continued reading the note he had found in the small pocket on the inside of his suit, his fingers tracing the braille. He was savouring every word, every sentence and was reading as slow as he could, unable to let it end.

This was only the third note of yours he had found in the last week.

A little while ago, you had bought a translator and a braille printer, and after figuring out how it worked, you started printing label after label, note after note and you tried to learn some braille too. All that with the help of Matt, of course, his digits helping yours find the dots as the kisses on your neck distracted you from studying.

Then last week, Matt’s usual coffee cup was dirty, so as he got out another one, he heard the slight scratch of paper against porcelain. He turned over the cup and a small note fell into his hand.

He immediately smelled the trace of perfume that still stuck to the piece of paper, the floral scent that you wore daily.

Black as the devil, hot as hell, pure as an angel, sweet as love. - You’d almost think this was about you, M.

The empty mug was forgotten on the counter as he read the little note over and over again, a smile tugging on the corners of his lips as he couldn’t believe you’d left a little note in a mug he almost never used, waiting there in hopes of him reading it one day.

As he got to the office, Karen and Foggy taunted him as he couldn’t wipe the lovesick smile from his face.

A day later, as he returned from his nightly activities with a big welt on his head, he found one in the freezer too, on top of the bag of frozen peas that served as an ice-pack.

I think you are suffering from a lack of vitamin ME - call me if you read this. I’ll come patch you up.

But the one he found in the inside pocket of his suit was more than just a silly quote with a little comment. This one was a poem, one that you had written, poured your heart and soul into. And the smile on his face was just a natural reaction to words that he never thought he’d hear someone say to him.

“Oh-kay, if you’re reading some kind of porn just let me know so I can pack my things and get out of this office of sin,” Foggy spoke up again, closing the binder and getting up to stretch his limbs, his eyes watchful as he scanned Matt’s face once again.

“It’s impossible to work with you, I don’t know why I ever wanted to start this practice with you,” Foggy trailed off, muttering the words even though he knew Matt still heard them.

“Foggy, it’s- it’s just a poem,” Matt sighed, carefully putting the poem in the top drawer of his desk, wanting to read it over and over again, until the paper was thinned out. He’d just ask you to write it again.

“She writes you poems?” Foggy said, leaning against the side of the door as he hoisted his bag on his other shoulder. “I’m convinced you hypnotize women with your crazy voodoo skills.

“Hypnotize for one for me too, will ya,” he joked, plucking his scarf from the coat hanger and wrapping it around his neck. “No, never mind, that sounds very wrong.”

“See you tomorrow, Foggy,” Matt just replied, a gentle smile on his face as his friend bid him goodbye.

It was a small piece of paper, a combination of braille and printed words on it, as it lay waiting on Foggy’s desk.

There are friends. There is family. And there are friends that become family.

“Matthew Murdock, you blind bastard,” Foggy exclaimed after reading the message and looking at the accompanying bag of fresh coffee grounds. “I can’t even be fake mad, this is absolutely adorable. ”

“Gotta do something to keep my best employee happy,” Matt mused, taking off his glasses as he closed the door of the office behind him. “But it was all her idea, she even got up early to drop it off.”

“Tell her I said thank you.”

“I will,” Matt said, thinking of other places where you could have hidden your secret messages, hoping he’d find another one soon.

[sp4c3-0ddity]

Plance best friend's sister au or plance secret relationship au. (Technically these could be combined). Oops

Combined it is!! Get ready for all the cliches:

so Lance is good friends with Matt because school, and Matt graduates a couple years ahead of him and at that point Pidge transfers to his college and there are some awkward shenanigans where Lance doesn’t realize immediately that Pidge is Matt’s sister but Pidge is like yeah, you’re friends with my brother, right??

and because Matt’s gone Lance convinces Pidge to help him keep his grades afloat (why did he think he could do a major with so much physics) and thanks to Pidge he skates by with a B- (thank God for curving) and then!!

And then Pidge asks him out first and Lance’s mind is blown and he’s like but you’re my friend’s sister?? and Pidge thinks his reasoning is stupid, besides it’s her you have to worry about, but if it bothers you so much we don’t have to tell him yet

So they date and are a couple and Pidge spends so much time at Lance’s and Hunk’s apartment that she might as well live there, but just ONE TIME Matt surprises her with a visit at hers and Lance happens to be there and they are ~alone~

And that’s it, the truth is out, but Matt’s ecstatic and Pidge is telling Lance “i told you so”

Hope you like it??

[flyonmylovee]

“you can’t keep me safe from everything.” CHINHANDS

Protector/Protectee Starters (accepting)

Sora already knew she couldn’t keep Mimi safe from everything. The digital world was full of danger and they were smack in the middle of it. The virus, as Koushiro had dubbed it, was beginning to spread to humans and Koushiro’s cure was always a half-step behind. Not that it mattered now… the chosen’s campsite was attacked and they’d all been separated. 

Sora only had time to grab hold of Mimi’s wrist once she noticed a cave entrance through the brush. The other children scattered and amongst the chaos, Mimi must have twisted her ankle. They sat in the shadows- and hopeful safety- of the cave as Sora tried to ignore the occasional flash, a twitching glow, in Mimi’s eyes. 

Sora knew she couldn’t keep Mimi safe from everything, but she could keep her safe from some things, and she’d be damned if she didn’t try. 

But Mimi was growing restless and Sora was getting agitated. She was running out of reasons to keep Mimi hidden away. 

“Who are we if we don’t try and find our friends, Sora?!”

Sora played the line over and over again in her head. Who were they? They were cowards. No– she– was a coward. Sora looked down at her own feet in disgust as she mentally rattled off the reasons she’d already given to Mimi in a hopeless attempt to convince her to stay.

You’re already hurt, look at your ankle. We don’t even know where to start looking. Our partners aren’t with us- they’re probably with the rest of the group. It’s much safer to sit and wait. Your eyes are twitching with light the same way Patamon’s– nevermind. We both know Koushiro will figure out the cure. I can’t let you go. I can’t let anything happen to you. I can’t let them– I– I love-

Sora grit her teeth and crouched down on the ground so she could rest her elbows on her knees. She pressed her face into her fists so hard she began to see colors in the back of her eyelids. Mimi probably couldn’t see her. The younger girl managed to drag herself towards the other side of the cave in an attempt to show strength, but all Sora saw was stubbornness. It was like she was only trying to distance herself.

Once Mimi got hold of the wall she tried to pull herself up off the ground. She grimaced and felt Sora’s eyes hurriedly looking for her through the shadows. 

“I’m fine.” Mimi said reflexively, her hope withering away with every throb of pain she felt in her ankle. It only took a few seconds for Sora to follow her voice and find her, much to Mimi’s dismay.

Instead of helping her up though, Sora sat down on the ground with her. She wondered if she’d have to tell Mimi to stop or if she’d come to the conclusion herself. In a few moments time she seemingly did- Mimi slid back down and sat squarely in front of Sora, her back leaned up against the cavern rock.

“Are you happy now?” Mimi asked with a quick roll of her eyes. Her gaze fell somewhere else.

“No.” Sora replied bluntly.

“Then we should do something. You should do something.”

Sora stared at her, her eyes adjusting to decipher Mimi’s outline against the wall. “That wouldn’t make me happy either.”

“You’re never happy.” Mimi muttered, but then Sora saw it again- a fizz of light that was there and then wasn’t. It jolted behind Mimi’s eyes yet Sora felt it in her gut. She hadn’t before- but this time it lasted slightly longer so Sora knew she wasn’t imagining it. Mimi was infected and it was clearly getting worse. 

“Mimi…” Sora began, shifting onto her knees so she could lean in closer.

Mimi furrowed her brows and tilted away. “What?”

Was it possible she didn’t know? Sora outstretched an arm but it drooped away with hesitancy. There was another quick jolt of light but this time Sora was close enough to see the slightest reaction- a fleeting flinch of pain. 

“You know.” Sora replied, mute of emotion. “You-”

Mimi cut her off. “Be quiet.”

“But-”

This time, Mimi twisted her legs under her so she sat on her knees. She thrust an arm outwards and pressed a single finger up against Sora’s lips. “Shush. I know. And if you won’t let me leave, you need to get out of here.”

Sora tried to argue again. “But I-”

Mimi’s hand fell back to her side. “You can’t keep me safe from everything.”

And still, Sora knew it was true. She couldn’t protect Mimi from the virus slowly taking her over, yet still, Sora knew she could protect her from something. She could save her the agony of succumbing alone- lost in some dark, damp, unforgiving cave. Sora took Mimi’s hand and squeezed it in her own. “I can try.”

Just as quickly as Sora picked it up, Mimi pulled her hand away. It’s warmth lingered on Sora’s skin. “Don’t be stupid. You’ll get infected too.”

“Maybe.” Sora mused, “Or maybe I’m already infected. Or maybe I’ll get infected if I find everyone else.”

Mimi gasped. “Don’t talk like that!”

So she didn’t. Instead, they reminisced about the adventures of childhood and their last class together. They talked about Mimi’s move to america and then her move back. They tried to rank the boys from least to most attractive but decided they couldn’t go through with it. Time passed. Time grew shorter. Mimi’s eyes lit up with more frequency. Sora leaned up next to her and took her hand once more. She was cold.

“Hey,” Sora began, “somewhere in there, you said you trust our friends, right?”

Mimi nodded.

“I trust them too.” Sora went on. “I trust that Koushiro will find a cure and that this virus will only be temporary.” 

Mimi nodded again– slowly. 

Sora caught on. “Are you sure you trust him?”

Mimi toiled on her words for a few moments. “I… yeah I do I mean… he’s never let us down before, right?”

“Right.” Sora squeezed Mimi’s hand harder. “And he won’t now.”

Mimi didn’t say anything. Perhaps she thought that was an awful lot of pressure to put on someone, or perhaps she decided she wasn’t really sure how much she trusted him. Perhaps she was just scared. Sora once felt what it was like to lose herself– to have something else take over– but thankfully Yamato and Jou pulled her out of it. She didn’t know what she would have done if they hadn’t shown her the light. Had the time come from her to switch roles?

After another jolt of light Mimi gripped Sora’s hand more fiercely, like her will was in direct opposition of her words. “You should really go.”

“I’m not going anywhere.”

“You’ll get infected!”

“I don’t care.” Sora sat up so she could look Mimi in the eyes. “I’m telling you I trust Koushiro. I’m telling you that I know this is scary- this is so scary- but if I really trust that things will be okay, how can it matter? I promise you, infected or not, you’ll come back to us. We’ll get you back. I’ll–” Sora hesitated, “You’ll come back to me.”

Mimi seemed touched but she was too stubborn. She repeated herself, unrelenting in how she pushed away Sora’s care in an effort to protect her friend. “…you’ll get infected.”

Sora bit her lip. She wondered for a moment if this is how Yamato felt, diving into the darkness to save her mere hours after freeing himself from it. He must have trusted that he could make it out, or he must have understood that standing by and doing nothing would be much worse anyways. His crest lured him- how could he lose a friend?- and so Sora’s crest lured her. How could she lose Mimi? 

Sora exhaled, squeezing Mimi’s hand one final time before letting it go. Mimi winced like she expected Sora to leave. It was what she’d been pushing for but finally let it be known that Sora leaving was her fear in all of this. Sora felt light- as light as someone could given the circumstances- upon realizing she’d made the right decision. This was Mimi, and if the gamble was infection…

“So infect me.”

Mimi sat up and blinked. “W-what?”

Sora shifted herself so she was kneeling again. She raised her newly freed hand to Mimi’s cheek and traced her fingers down her jawline, stopping at her chin. Mimi’s eyes looked foreign but there was still enough of her in there that Sora knew she could hear. 

“I believe so much in our friends. I believe in you. You’ll find your way back, I’ll find my way back. I believe so much and I can’t leave you alone– I can’t let you do this alone. I don’t care if you infect me.”

“Sora-”

“No.” This time it was Sora who raised a finger to Mimi’s lips. “You asked me before who we’d be if we didn’t try and find our friends and I don’t think I’d be much of anyone. I’m not leaving you. Do you trust me?”

Mimi’s eyes welled as she nodded. Sora could feel her hot breathe against her hand. “So maybe you’ll infect me. But I promise, it’ll be okay.” 

Sora’s eyes had grown so used to the dark that she could see Mimi relax. She knew she’d gotten through to her, even if Mimi tried to counter her one last time.

“But you’ll-”

Sora leaned down and kissed her before Mimi could get any farther. It was long and deep and slow and Sora only pulled back when she knew she had a few seconds. With her hand still grazing Mimi’s cheek, she reassured her one last time. “It’ll be okay.”

[shespeaksinsongs]

May I have a ship 🍄 for HP of golden trio era? Preferably male, thank you 💞

𝗕𝗔𝗦𝗜𝗖𝗦 + 𝗔𝗣𝗣𝗘𝗔𝗥𝗔𝗡𝗖𝗘

I'm 19, Southeast Asian with Spanish descent, Libra, ENFJ-A/ENFJ-T, Neutral Good, Ravenclaw, and a Bi Pan Genderfluid girl using the pronouns She/Her or He/Him. A friend of mine told me that I (kinda) look like Marinette from 𝗠𝗶𝗿𝗮𝗰𝘂𝗹𝗼𝘂𝘀 𝗟𝗮𝗱𝘆𝗯𝘂𝗴, Musa from 𝗪𝗶𝗻𝘅 𝗖𝗹𝘂𝗯, and Alexandra Trese from 𝗧𝗿𝗲𝘀𝗲 (a Netflix animated series), but the exception is I'm short (5'1.2") plus sized Southeast Asian woman with Spanish descent that has messy/wavy brunette medium hair, chocolate brown eyes, oriental skin and a small beauty mark on the forehead. My sense of fashion is in between emo and boyish plus korean glam.

𝗣𝗘𝗥𝗦𝗢𝗡𝗔𝗟𝗜𝗧𝗬

Distant, quiet, and shy at first cause' I dunno how to initiate a conversation, but a total opposite if I open up---friendly, ambivert, witty, laughing loudly on a daily basis, talkative, eats a lot, awkward, daydreamer (I got embarrassed from knocking at the door even I'm inside the classroom 😂), EXTREMELY CLUMSY (mostly tends to get bruises from bumping and being careless to my belongings), secretly likes affection, easily overwhelmed, prone to melt over wholesomeness, flusters on compliments, lightly blushes on cheesy banters, eager to share what I know (especially about Catholic Church---my past teacher joked that I'll become a saint because of it 🤣), oftenly speaks full of sarcasm with a lowkey crackhead energy citing meme references, and talented girl who can be your no.1 supporter and unashamed to be true to myself. In terms of leadership, I only educate and guide than being a prefect (I might take the role seriously), will lift my group when there's lacking/incompleteness. About doing projects in school, I become too extra and prepared for efforts, but I'll forget the process in the end.

People thought I'm a demure self-effacing woman that looks "immaculate" or "one of a kind," (due to my protective parents, a reason why I've never been in a relationship) but the truth is, I'm eloquent, warm-hearted, willig to help, kind, intelligent, supportive, nice, creative, enthusiastic, laid-back, determined, tough, competitive, and feisty outside, but a real softie that can be childish and dramatic that cries so easily (but will enlightened real quick by smallest things that makes me smile) filled with doubts, frustrations, and insecurities with fear of failure that pushes off the limits to to please everyone because they might get dissappointed from expectations, yet I still managed to be stronger than ever, even it's a slow burn process. I can be intimidating, sassy, and a douchebag if I receive ends. Immature, headstrong, perfectionist, demanding, hesitant, jumpy, very indecisive, overthinker, quick-tempered, sensitive, and anxious (no joke, my nervousness makes me think worse scenario will arrive). Though can be procrastinator and arrogant, I raised as a religious 𝖺𝗇𝖽 diplomatic person, willing to fight what I believe (including my dreams and what's important to me) and what is right. In addition, I have a habit of staying up late and doing sign of the cross to ease nervousness.

Blunt but the loudest idiotic feeling-brokenhearted and bitter friend in the group who fangirl a lot, swears like sailor, will call out on people that we loathe, will crack up over your stupid antics before helping, vent out everything I despise (having a bad day, toxicity, poorly written soap operas, how am unlucky when it comes to love life) and bring gossips, but a hopeless romantic who tends to banter with sarcasms or pick up lines as an endearment (but gets grumpy if I received sappy or offensive one), Still generous and concerned person in a subtle way.

𝗘𝗫𝗧𝗥𝗔 𝗜𝗡𝗙𝗢

My hobbies are singing, drawing, roleplaying, listening to music, chatting/browsing on social media, conceptualizing, writing, and reading some stuffs. I'll include making corniest jokes/puns, sleeping, and dancing when nobody's around or walking like a model if I feel so bold (even I'm terrible at both xD). I also used to learn Italian language a bit. Lastly, my best assets are smile, eyes, personality, singing voice, artistic skills, writings, intelligence, and oratorical skills...so I can consider myself as a singer, artist, orator, and a top student who's a former campus ministry member (choir member, psalm singer, and reader) and in coming college freshman. Currently learning how to cook and have so many interests, to the point I don't know what I'm into because of my dreams to become a popular Filipino YouTuber, a novelist, and being part of a successful chorale...I also consider joining pageants too once the pandemic ends, but maybe.

okay. this was a tough one, but i finally settled on fred and george. i think you'd be best with fred weasley by a CLOSE SECOND to george.

you mentioned that you're into banter and pick-up lines as endearment - and i think that is so fred weasley. george strikes me as the softer, sweeter, twin, who is more likely to be dominated, but i think you and fred having an equally dominant personality would make for an interesting relationship! additionally, the secretly likes affection thing would go smoothly with fred. i think fred is a more "quality time" and "acts of service" kind of guy, but affection is never rejected for him, and he quite enjoys it! the hobbies you mentioned seem like things he might love to do, or encourage you to do! it even gave me a good idea for a fic, which i think i will be releasing tomorrow if i can. will tag you, of course. head-strong, sassy, and being quick-tempered would keep fred on his toes, and i think that's one of his favorite things about you. he'd love that he's always on the edge with you. he doesn't know where he's going, but he doesn't mind. i think fred really likes someone who's not afraid to let themselves get out there, and you pursuing your dreams so fearlessly, along with your passions, makes for a pretty good match to me. besides that, i think fred would definitely try to dig beneath the surface, or the "demure" demeanor you give off. based on your description of yourself, i think he would find somebody worth being with.

he would definitely see you in the hallways and pretend not to know you sometimes, hitting on you as if you weren't already together. i think he most definitely thinks it's both cute and scary when you're angry, seeing as your height and personality clash (in a good way, dw). teases you for being clumsy, but he thinks it's cute. aside from the normal nicknames, he probably calls you "my pretty witch", or "my smart baby ravenclaw". he likes head pats, and uses you as an elbow rest to annoy you sometimes. i think he would also think you're stunning. like he would almost worship you and your entire body. gives you kisses on the beauty mark on your forehead a lot, especially if you're cuddling. he almost can't resist. loves your style and tries to copy it, but decides that it's reserved for you in his mind, so he goes back to his normal style, admiring all your different outfits. stays up late with you on nights you can't sleep or don't want to. starts cursing a lot after he met you. he gets into the habit, and every conversation with you is a swearing mess. gives you kisses on the cheeks randomly to see how off-guard he can catch you and see how flustered you get. LOVES when you blush. it's his favorite thing about you.

<3 thank you so much for your submission.

[im-in-love-with-pizza-bites]

May I have a ship 🔮 for MCU? Preferably male, thank you 💞

𝗕𝗔𝗦𝗜𝗖𝗦 + 𝗔𝗣𝗣𝗘𝗔𝗥𝗔𝗡𝗖𝗘

I'm 19, Southeast Asian with Spanish descent, Libra, ENFJ-A/ENFJ-T, Neutral Good, Ravenclaw, and a Bi Pan Genderfluid girl using the pronouns She/Her or He/Him with Cherubic-like face. A friend of mine told me that I (kinda) look like Marinette from 𝗠𝗶𝗿𝗮𝗰𝘂𝗹𝗼𝘂𝘀 𝗟𝗮𝗱𝘆𝗯𝘂𝗴, Musa from 𝗪𝗶𝗻𝘅 𝗖𝗹𝘂𝗯, and Alexandra Trese from 𝗧𝗿𝗲𝘀𝗲 (a Netflix animated series), but the exception is I'm short (5'1.2") plus sized Southeast Asian woman with Spanish descent that has messy/wavy brunette medium hair, chocolate brown eyes, oriental skin and a small beauty mark on the forehead. My sense of fashion is in between emo and boyish plus korean glam.

𝗣𝗘𝗥𝗦𝗢𝗡𝗔𝗟𝗜𝗧𝗬

Distant, quiet, and shy at first cause' I dunno how to initiate a conversation, but a total opposite if I open up---friendly, ambivert, witty, laughing loudly on a daily basis, talkative, eats a lot, awkward, daydreamer (I got embarrassed from knocking at the door even I'm inside the classroom 😂), EXTREMELY CLUMSY (mostly tends to get bruises from bumping and being careless to my belongings), secretly likes affection, easily overwhelmed, prone to melt over wholesomeness, flusters on compliments, lightly blushes on cheesy banters, eager to share what I know (especially about Catholic Church---my past teacher joked that I'll become a saint because of it 🤣), oftenly speaks full of sarcasm with a lowkey crackhead energy citing meme references, and talented girl who can be your no.1 supporter and unashamed to be true to myself. In terms of leadership, I only educate and guide than being a prefect (I might take the role seriously), will lift my group when there's lacking/incompleteness. About doing projects in school, I become too extra and prepared for efforts, but I'll forget the process in the end.

People thought I'm a demure self-effacing woman that looks "immaculate" or "one of a kind," (due to my protective parents, a reason why I've never been in a relationship) but the truth is, I'm eloquent, warm-hearted, willig to help, kind, intelligent, supportive, nice, creative, enthusiastic, laid-back, determined, tough, competitive, and feisty outside, but a real softie that can be childish and dramatic that cries so easily (but will enlightened real quick by smallest things that makes me smile) filled with doubts, frustrations, and insecurities with fear of failure that pushes off the limits to to please everyone because they might get dissappointed from expectations, yet I still managed to be stronger than ever, even it's a slow burn process. I can be intimidating, sassy, and a douchebag if I receive ends. Immature, headstrong, perfectionist, demanding, hesitant, jumpy, very indecisive, overthinker, quick-tempered, sensitive, and anxious (no joke, my nervousness makes me think worse scenario will arrive). Though can be procrastinator and arrogant, I raised as a religious 𝖺𝗇𝖽 diplomatic person, willing to fight what I believe (including my dreams and what's important to me) and what is right. In addition, I have a habit of staying up late and doing sign of the cross to ease nervousness.

Blunt but the loudest idiotic feeling-brokenhearted and bitter friend in the group who fangirl a lot, swears like sailor, will call out on people that we loathe, will crack up over your stupid antics before helping, vent out everything I despise (having a bad day, toxicity, poorly written soap operas, how am unlucky when it comes to love life) and bring gossips, but a hopeless romantic who tends to banter with sarcasms or pick up lines as an endearment (but gets grumpy if I received sappy or offensive one), Still generous and concerned person in a subtle way.

𝗘𝗫𝗧𝗥𝗔 𝗜𝗡𝗙𝗢

My hobbies are singing, drawing, roleplaying, listening to music, chatting/browsing on social media, conceptualizing, writing, and reading some stuffs. I'll include making corniest jokes/puns, sleeping, and dancing when nobody's around or walking like a model if I feel so bold (even I'm terrible at both xD). I also used to learn Italian language a bit. Lastly, my best assets are smile, eyes, personality, singing voice, artistic skills, writings, intelligence, and oratorical skills...so I can consider myself as a singer, artist, orator, and a top student who's a former campus ministry member (choir member, psalm singer, and reader) and in coming college freshman. Currently learning how to cook and have so many interests, to the point I don't know what I'm into because of my dreams to become a popular Filipino YouTuber, a novelist, and being part of a successful chorale...I also consider joining pageants too once the pandemic ends, but maybe.

Hi! Sorry this took so long for me to answer I've been busy all day. Thank you though!

🔮- Tell me about yourself and I'll give your a boyfriend/girlfriend (specify sexuality and fandom)

Okay, marvel Boyfriend. Easy Pietro Maximoff. I mean if he didn't y'know💀. Okay, but on a serious note, if you are about to fall or anything since you are clumsy he helps you and like saves you from the fall. Also, I'm clumsy, and if you're like me, you probably drop your phone too. (I saw you said you're careless with your belongings) he totally catches it every time. And jokingly scolds you for it. He loves your jokes corny as they may be, he's totally walked in on you dancing, and acting like a model he loves it and starts dancing with, since you like music he shows you sokovian music all the time. He'll support you in all your dreams as a man should! He's learning to cook with you cause he wants to spend extra time with you. He's terrible at it but nonetheless.

Okay It's 3am good night. Thank you for participating in my sleepover!

[thehoneyedhufflepuff]

six sentence sunday!

thanks to @sourcherrymagiks & @fight-surrender for the tags 💜

I am slowly (but hopefully surely) pulling myself out of this lovely bout of writer's block, which is a dang good thing considering it's almost time to turn in my submission for @goldendayszine 🙃

Here's a little bit taken from my zine fic. It is looking like it'll be up there with the corniest things I've ever written (see the bad poem fic & the Frozen 2 fic). (For more info on how to get a copy of the zine, visit the Tumblr tagged above. 💜)

Tagging @warriorbeeofthesea @f-ing-ruthless-baz @krisrix @sharkmartini @pipsqueakparker @moonllotus @ninemagicks @pitchpatronus @carryonsimoncarryonbaz @vkelleyart @annabellelux @neck-mole 💜💜💜

[theajaheira]

mermaid magic (1/6)

“wait a minute.” buffy looked between them. “giles, are you courting a mermaid now?”

jenny turned pink and ducked under the water. giles started stammering somewhat incoherently about unfounded accusations.

(featuring faith and buffy as smitten adventurers, willow and tara as smitten witches, and ethan as giles’s broody pirate ex-boyfriend)

Jenny didn’t make a habit of helping pirates. Last time she’d tried was when she was a semi-rebellious, mostly curious teenager, and they’d returned her help by trying to catch her in a net and sell her off for gold to a zoo. They only narrowly missed the rocky cliff Jenny led them into. Most pirates seemed like that kind of type, honestly, so Jenny mostly tried to stay out of their way.

But there was this one really annoying ship that kept on passing by her grotto at weird hours, and she couldn’t complain about them to the Sirens anymore because Darla’s response to a problem was always “just kill them all,” Drusilla would ask very seriously if Jenny was in love with her pirate yet (she always said that when Jenny complained about pirates; Jenny was getting sick of it), and Lilah would look at Jenny with supreme disinterest and then ask if Jenny wanted to stay the night.

And one night, Jenny decided to investigate, mostly because she was really annoyed and wanted to see if the pirates were evil enough that sinking their ship would be justified and not just petty. She got up at midnight when she heard the sound of crashing waves and someone shouting orders, and swum out to the entrance of her grotto, watching with irritation.

To Jenny’s surprise, she saw that one of the men on the deck was holding a little girl, who was wearing a pirate’s hat and waving a small wooden cutlass.

“Aww,” said Jenny, reluctantly charmed. If not for the whole mermaid thing, she’d have really liked the idea of being a teacher. She swum closer, enough to just barely hear the noises on deck.

The man holding the girl took the hat off her head, smoothing down her hair and putting her very gently on the deck. The girl uttered a loud battle cry and started running around the deck, jabbing at various pirates with her cutlass.

“Dear lord,” said the man in a way that didn’t at all sound like a pirate, and replaced his hat, straightening it more times than strictly necessary before donning a pair of spectacles.

Another man came to the deck. Both of them were dressed much more neatly than the rest of their crew; Jenny surmised that they were higher up in the chain of pirate command. “Rupert,” he said, sounding a mixture of affectionate and exasperated, “when are we going to drop the girl off on land?”

“She has a name,” said Rupert. “It’s Buffy. And I am not dropping her at some random port and sailing off without making sure she’s safely settled. We still don’t know where she snuck on.”

“God Almighty, Rupert, keeping children safe is not part of the pirate lifestyle!” said the other man, who now just sounded exasperated. “I’m still of the mind that we send her off on a lifeboat and let her steer her way home, if she’s so hell-bent on adventure. She’ll probably end up sneaking off anyway. She’s more trouble than she’s worth.”

“Ethan,” said Rupert, “if you were cordial to Buffy for all of five seconds, you would understand why I care so much about her.”

“Doubtful,” said Ethan.

The little girl ran up, blonde hair streaming out behind her, and hugged Rupert around the knees. At Rupert’s smile, Jenny swum closer still. She’d heard a lot of horror stories about pirates and children, but absolutely no stories at all where they looked that fatherly and acted that protective. She didn’t trust him.

(That, or she liked him.)

Shut it, subconscious, thought Jenny, studying Rupert as he picked Buffy up.

“Had a good adventure?” Rupert inquired.

“Yes, ready to go back to land now?” Ethan added.

Rupert gave Ethan a very annoyed look and then kissed him lightly. “I’m going to put Buffy to bed,” he said. “I hope you’ll stop acting childish about all this.”

“Me—childish—she’s the child!” Ethan sputtered.

“Am not,” said Buffy. “I’m a brave pirate. Giles says.”

“Does he now,” said Ethan in a dangerous sort of voice. Jenny didn’t like that tone at all, and she especially didn’t like that neither Rupert nor Buffy didn’t seem to notice the quietly angry way he was looking at the latter. “Well.” He gave Rupert a surprisingly innocent smile. “Perhaps you’re right,” he said. “Would it be all right if I took Buffy to her quarters instead? It might be a bonding experience for the both of us.”

“NO,” said Buffy, and held onto Rupert.

“She’s a bit clingy, lately,” said Rupert a little apologetically. “I suppose she’s gotten accustomed to me tucking her in.”

Ethan nodded. “Well,” he said. “Come to bed when you’re done, then.” He turned, striding down the deck, and headed over to a small group of men on deck.

Jenny was about to swim down and follow Ethan when she heard Buffy say, “I don’t think he likes me.”

“He’s a bit jealous when I pay attention to anyone but him,” said Rupert in a way that somehow managed to be both amused and resigned. “He wouldn’t like you if you were a carbon copy of me.”

“Does he like you?” Buffy inquired. “He seems crabby. Like a crab.”

Rupert chuckled. “He is,” he said. “But crabs are soft inside.”

“Doubtful,” said Jenny before she could stop herself.

Rupert turned, Buffy in his arms. Hastily, Jenny ducked under the water, waiting for him to lose interest. When she came back up, he and Buffy were gone, and the ship was well past her grotto.

Jenny could have let the ship run its course, wait for it to come back, and see if Buffy and Rupert were both all right then. But something about the way Ethan had looked at Buffy that last time didn’t sit well with her, and as nice as Rupert seemed, a pirate ship definitely wasn’t a good place for a little kid. She couldn’t sleep on the fact that she might be leaving a girl in danger.

“Ugh,” said Jenny, who was very accustomed to being asleep at this time of night, and started swimming.

Keeping pace with the ship wasn’t too difficult, but staying awake was. The ship stopped moving at midnight, and Jenny watched it without much trouble until five in the morning. At that point, the water started feeling cozy and warm, and she almost started to doze when she heard the splash of a boat hitting the water.

“An adventure?” Buffy was saying warily, bundled up in a blanket on the lifeboat.

Shit. Jenny swum around to the other side of the ship, watching from behind the hull.

“Yes, quite,” Ethan agreed from the deck of the ship. “Giles will be so proud of you when he learns where you’ve gone. Off on your own, exploring the waters at only six years old? Why, you’re the first pirate ever to try anything like that so young.”

Buffy still didn’t look convinced. “I want to wait for Giles,” she said.

“Hmm,” said Ethan. “Shame that you’re not getting much choice in the matter, then.” He stepped away from the rail as the ship began to move, very nearly running Jenny over. Quickly, she swam to the other side, staying out of Buffy’s line of sight.

Buffy frowned. Looking out at the open ocean, a slow, excited smile spread over her face. “Youngest explorer ever,” she said, trying out the words, and started to row in the opposite direction of the ship.

“Oh no,” said Jenny softly. There wasn’t any land for miles, and a six-year-old girl definitely wouldn’t last very long without supplies even in calm waters. The situation had moved past the point of watching. Carefully, Jenny swam up to the boat.

Buffy shrieked, nearly falling over. At first, Jenny was about to apologize for startling her, but then she saw how widely Buffy was beaming. “Hi!” she said. “I’m Buffy Anne Summers and I’m six years old and my Giles is a pirate and why are you in the water?”

“Mermaid,” said Jenny, glancing worriedly over at the ship. Ethan seemed to be really moving it along; she was starting to think he was using magical means, because ships really weren’t supposed to go that fast.

“No,” said Buffy with wide, amazed eyes. “My Giles said mermaids all went extinct a billion years ago!”

“Your Giles?” Jenny repeated.

“He won’t let me call him Father or Papa or anything because he says I already have a father and I told him I don’t because I ran away and once you run away you don’t have parents anymore so I just have to call him Giles until he admits he’s my new father,” Buffy said in one breath. “He’s really smart. He has a nice hat and he lets me wear it.”

Jenny thought back to Rupert on the ship, holding Buffy carefully in his arms. “I bet he’s worried about you,” she said softly. “Hey—can you stay here, sweetie? I’m going to see if I can catch up with that ship so Giles knows where you are.”

Buffy blinked. “What ship?”

Jenny turned, very afraid of what she was about to see. Sure enough, the only sign of the ship was a quickly fading dot on the horizon. “Oh, no,” she said weakly.

“Giles’s boyfriend has a super fast ship,” said Buffy. “He sprinkles sparkly stuff on it sometimes to make it go even faster, but Giles always gets mad.” She smiled excitedly at Jenny. “I bet he wants me to find him!” she said brightly. “To prove I’m a real pirate. They do that kind of thing a lot in stories.”

It looked like Ethan was mostly just heading in a straight line. Jenny could probably catch up with the ship, but there was no way she could take a little kid with her. “Listen, Buffy,” she said, “can you promise me you’ll stay here if I go after your ship?”

Buffy frowned, looking somewhat upset by this. “How come?”

“Because—” Jenny cast around desperately for a legitimate reason. “Because I want to get Giles and tell him how you found me,” she said finally, “and as great of a pirate as you are, I don’t think this boat can go very fast. So I’m going to go get him, and that way he can come back and give you your—um—official pirate hat.”

Buffy considered this. Then she said, “How long will I have to wait?”

Truthfully, Jenny didn’t know. “Wait until the sky gets dark,” she said. “If I don’t come back, then that means that you might have to—” She thought. Her grotto wasn’t too far away, and while Darla and Lilah weren’t too fond of children, Drusilla would probably be able to keep Buffy safe until Jenny got back. “Go that way,” she said, pointing in the direction of her grotto. “When the sky gets dark, the mystical ladies go to their magic cave, and if you’re a really brave pirate you’ll go looking for them.”

Buffy seemed satisfied with this concept. “Okay!” she said brightly. Then, “Can I give you a kiss?”

Oh, god, if something happened to this sweet, sunshiny little kid, Jenny was going to have to murder an entire pirate ship. Or—not Rupert. Maybe just everyone else. “Yeah,” she said, and pulled herself up, supporting herself carefully on the side of the boat without overbalancing it.

“One for you,” Buffy kissed her on the cheek, “and one for Giles,” she added, hastily kissing Jenny again. “Make sure you give Giles his kiss?”

Jenny smiled. “I will,” she agreed, and began swimming. She still hadn’t slept, but there was no way she could let this little girl die in the middle of the ocean. That just wasn’t right.

It took two hours of swimming for Jenny to reach her destination, which turned out to not be the ship after all. A small lifeboat much like the one Buffy had been in was floating in the middle of the ocean, and Rupert was sitting in it, looking thoroughly drained and sad.

Jenny hesitated. She wanted to go to him and tell him about Buffy, but she got the sense that whatever had happened had taken a lot out of him, and maybe a mermaid encounter wouldn’t exactly be the best or most helpful thing in the world. And—he was really cute. Really, really cute. And she didn’t like seeing him sad, and she didn’t want that sad face to be directed at her, so she swam quietly under the boat and started pushing.

She heard Rupert’s startled exclamation, but he was apparently smart enough to stay still. Good on him. Jenny was close to fainting from the lack of sleep and now the heavy boat she was pushing—mermaids were strong, sure, but Jenny was exhausted by this point. Still, she was making pretty good time.

She swam without looking for a good hour and a half until she heard Rupert exclaim again, at which point Jenny stopped the boat and surfaced behind him.

“Buffy,” said Rupert, almost sobbing, and Jenny saw the small boat in the distance. “How—” He turned, and their eyes met.

“She said to give you this,” said Jenny, and pulled herself up on the side of the boat, kissing him gently on the cheek. She tried to remember that thing Lilah had said one time—infuse your words with meaning, and the magic will stick. “You’ll make it to land alive,” she said, “and so will she.”

Rupert stared at her. “A mermaid,” he said weakly.

“Don’t simplify things,” said Jenny, giddy with a combination of relief and magic. “My name’s Jenny.” Ducking under the water, she began to swim back towards her grotto. She figured Rupert could probably figure out the rest on his own.

[thatgirlwiththecleaver]

Mun Rant

(In all honesty this past year's been pretty interesting when it comes to seeing my friends and how they've changed in the main chat. A lot of them are starting to overcome self doubt, or are at least reevaluating their insecurity and want to change it, they're getting jobs and are making good friends there, their drawing and writing keeps getting better every day, a lot of them are even getting bolder and more confident with themselves. A lot of others are graduating college this year, too. And some are starting to go in. One person I'm close to is getting swarmed with college acceptance letters. One friend has an adorable niece and it's so precious how she gushes over her... Little things like that are good to see, you know? I think what's amazing part is a lot of people seem more open to talking about stuff that gets on their nerves which makes it so much less stressful to be a part of a group. Like I would rather be called out than ruin an amazing friendship. The best part is one of my closest friends ever is now stepping into a job field she's worked her ass off to be a part of and always tells me stories. Like I'm seeing her teach and push herself more and more and I'm just sitting by like "Fuck yeah that's my girl educating kids and taking names (because she has to for role call)". This is the kind of stuff I like going home to after getting my ass kicked by school and work.)