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wlw-venting-blog · 8 months
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Ok I truly hope nobody I know personally finds this and - preface this is going to be a bit long and I don’t really know if this is the kind of ask you’re looking for but I needed to get my feelings out and maybe advice/nf but don’t feel pressured
I made friends with this ‘girl’ let’s call them S, around 5/6 years ago at a summer camp, we clicked instantly and for a while they where my only friend, we would go on walks together, go places, have sleep overs, play video games online together - we were inseparable, we unfortunately didn’t go to the same school but that didn’t stop us, we would hang out ever weekend basically
My parents are / where split, my dad was. Shit garbage, but that’s a long story- but I had broke down crying in front of them because something my father had done, the only friend I’ve cried infront of, I trusted them deeply, but I had contact with them (we where young - ish) through my father, so when I ended up with my mother I lost contact but they eventually found me again
We got back to talking our friendship stronger then ever! It was amazing! They still where my only friend other then a group of school friends.. one of which I had a crush on- and I talked to S about this crush and we joked about it and she was there cheering me on over text when I confessed to this girl. Who turned me down. Then said “oh wait actually! I like you and have had a crush on you for a while” then was like “jk I’m straight the rest of the group dared me to do it when I told them”- S and I got closer after that, they comforted me, we both tried to laugh about it and- slightly teasing me for having bad taste,
I had moved since we were in contact when we where younger(ish) to this place that was really safe to walk around, places to walk, things to do etc, so they were over basically every weekend, and once it was summer all the time, it was like they lived there, we would walk at night, listen to music together, joke around, probably annoy the neighbors, look at the stars and discuss our shared love for art, or writing or whatever we where interested in at the time
Eventually I fell for them, and it was different then my little crush with school friends.. they really meant something to me, looking back they were.. a bit disrespectful but I thought they were the coolest, most amazing person ever, being around them gave me butterflies, I didn’t want to mess up our friendship, but part of me hoped they felt the same, so I dropped hints and was an idiot about it - eventually doubling down and just confessing. In the most dumb stupid idiot way ever of texting them an image that was like, a text post of “hey I like you I think you’re super cool here’s why and like I don’t wanna ruin anything and aaa” and they sent like?? A meme back- and ignored it,
I never got over this crush on them, when I was going through shit I lived to see them every weekend, like I said, we did everything together, and sure they had red flags but I didn’t see them… once I kinda forgot the 1/2 confession I fell back into obsessing over them, they where my only friend, they knew that, and they started saying things like, “we should move in together when we’re older” “we should be roommates when we’re in college” “we could have… these pets together :D” [ar this point we where both out as sapphic / lesbian] and oh that made my crush so much worse- I started to believe they liked me back, and I kept this idea of a future in my heart for like, nearly a year, and they would say things- describing their ideal partner and it would sound an awful lot like me and my brain hung onto these things
As I moved again, we grew apart, I was no longer somewhere close to them or somewhere walkable, but we still tried, and I tried to get over my crush on them with the distance (physically) we had now- I even like? Tried to get crushes on other people like force myself to distract from it and it worked for awhile, I was even in a qpr for a little, but I just could stop thinking of them,, so I broke the qpr off and went back to them being my only friend
Moved again, year later ish, (to where I am now) and we got closer again, again. Still my only friend, the summer was great though, they seemed to enjoy our time together.. less, always having to be doing something or on their phone or watching something when we where together, my mental health started to depend on if they were present or not, they always made me feel unsure if they where going to show up for big event things/plans when they knew if they didn’t I would be alone, we kept playing games online and when they vented to me I would listen and tell them they where a great person and deserved the best - leaving out that for some reason I was still in love with them
I finally told my mom about this crush, she was supportive, she walked me through it, what to do, how to deal with my feelings - as I had been made to feel ashamed for liking anyone by my other parental figure, and she helped me build up the confidence to give them a little, nice gesture, a hand made bouquet of sewn flowers - that I would give THEM on MY birthday lol, and they showed up for my birthday. They didn’t say thank you for the flowers. They where on their phone the whole time, they where short with me, they ignored me, bossed me around, made fun of my favorite movie I was trying to show them. They stayed the night and we went to the town I grew up in for lunch. They sat across the table and ignored me, on their phone, they where rude to the waiters and made me order for them. They didn’t speak to me for 1/2 an hour, and only did when I offered to start heading home, the fucking effort it took not to cry around them- my parent picked us up (I don’t drive) they where silent, avoided eyecontact the whole drive. We got home, refused to do like the cutting cake thing with us, then left, went home
i cried. I yelled I sobbed- my mom was angry at them for hurting me, I was sad they where upset with me and ignored me, they sent some mean petty messages afterwards, with fake apologizes and FAR to many emojis for a sincere reply
Time passed we didn’t talk I didn’t know what to do with myself, I tried to reach out a couple times.. just to clear my mind I sent a long message to an account I knew they most likely wouldn’t have checked, basically admitted I had liked them, that I still liked them - they didn’t see it - more time passed - I tried to reach out because I didn’t want to loose my best friend of 6 years, even if I didn’t do anything wrong, they ignored me
But recently I guess they read the message. 3 months later then I sent it they read it, at like- 3am they responded, a lot response full of sorrow and guilt and kindness that sounded like the sweet caring person I knew, then… they said “I liked you. I thought I did. I still don’t know” and that they saw a future with me, unclear platonic or otherwise and I died/hyp I saw that as a chance as a confirmation that I wasn’t crazy that they had liked me, I get back into contact with them, we stay up talking 3 nights in a row over text… avoiding anything sent in the long, heartfelt message, they said “they weren’t ready to talk about it” like that’s something they get to decide, then they’re starting to go back to.. unresponsive, short awnsers and they still won’t bring up anything they said before, when all I want is to address some of the things they said - and I don’t know what to do, because I still love them, I would drop anything to have a future with them - and as we talk I realize how much they’ve moved on, that they admitted to having crushes on people well we weren’t talking which is like - obviously not a problem but hurt a littl yk? And I really like them and I feel like I shouldn’t cause of what they did and I d
~ emm, thank you for your time, 🤍/p have a good day! I’m a dumb lesbian sob sob
Girl, this was a rollacoster of emotions.
I know nothing about this friend of yours, so take my opinion with a grain of salt, but they sound toxic and I think you should try to distance yourself from them. I know it's super hard to do that when they're your only friend, but I still think you should. Maybe join a club or smth that'll let you be exposed to new people who will treat you better.
And feel free to dm me if you need to talk
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blackhakumen · 10 months
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Mini Fanfic #1094: Our Lea (Kingdom Hearts X SSBU)
11:56 p.m. at Smash Town's Lunar Night Club.......
Samus: (Turns to Aqua Sitting Next to Her and the Rest of the Ladies at the Bar Section) So you're telling me you were trapped in some darkness world for ten plus years?
Aqua: ('Sigh') Pretty much. It was a...rough experience to say the least, but I still managed to leave out there eventually thanks to Sora and co.
Peach: That's good to here. (Shivers a Bit in Fear) I couldn't imagine being trapped in that scary place for so long......
Bayonetta: (Simply Shrugs) I could think of more scarier places to go to than that to be frank. But speaking of ten years trapped, shouldn't you be older than what you currently are right now, darling?
Aqua: I should, but....I don't t....feel any older at the moment.
Rosalina: Maybe the world you were in have little and no effect on your physical appearance?
Aqua: Perhaps. ('Sigh') I rather not think too deeply on the matter for now. (Smiles Softly) The night's still young and ahead of us, is it not?
Daisy: (Smiles Brightly) Damn right. (Raises her Fist Up in the Air) LET'S GET OUR PARTY ON, LADIES!~
The rest of the Certified Moms begins to cheer in rejoice until a buzzing viberatation is heard from inside of Aqua's mini purse. As she takes it out from there and answers the call, the screen reveals itself to be one of her students, Roxas, calling her on video chat.
Roxas: (Happily Greets his Keyblade Instructor) Hey, Ms. Aqua!
Aqua: (Smiles Back at the Boy) Good evening, Roxas.
Moms: (Greets Roxas as Well) HIIIIII!~
Aqua: How is your movie night going along?
Roxas: As well as you expected. We just reached the climax of the of the film and let's just say that a certain fire mom in here didn't take it too well all the way through.
Roxas moves his phone show the gang their fellow mom member, Lea, in tears with Xion sitting next to him, rubbing his shoulder in comfort.
Peach: (Gasps Along with a Few Others) Oh my. Lea, is everything okay?
Lea: (Looks at the Screen While Wiping his Tears Away) Yeah. ('Sniff') I'm good. Just....('Sniff') Getting my emotions in check is all.
Aqua: You watched Coco again, didn't you?
Lea: No. ('Sniff') We watched "My Girl" this time. ('Sniff') Just saw Thomas bite the dust. ('Sniff') Damn kid only wanted to be a stupid acrobat when he grows up, damnit! (Covers his Face While Bursting Out Crying)
Xion: (Starts Looking at the Screen as Well) It's been taking a toil on him for a bit of a while now.
Lea: And now I have a lot to say, so....('Sniff') Don't end the call just yet, okay?
Rosalina: We're not going anywhere, dear.
Palutena: Yeah, you have our full attention. Right, girls?
Moms: (Nodded in Agreement)
Lea: Alright, good. ('Sniff') Now, I just wanted to say....('Sniff') That I love you girls and I appericate you involving Teach and I to your friend group. ('Sniff') Not that I'm deserving to being part of it to begin with, but.....
Moms: ('Gasps')
Peach: Lea, don't say that! You are very much deserving to our team and our friendship.
Lea: ('Sniff') I mean, do I really though? ('Sniff') I mean, compared to you guys, I'm a joke of man. A waste of space even!
Xion: (Gasps Before Pouting at Lea) You take that back right now, mister!
Roxas: (Glares at Lea) Axel, you're a lot of things: lazy, a snarky smart mouth, hard headed, and a really cool, loving Fire Mom who is anything BUT a joke or a waste of space to anyone, even us!
Xion: (Quickly Nodded in Agreement) Mmhmm!
Samus: They're right, man. You're way more loved and appericated to us than you're giving yourself credit for. So stop thinking otherwise, okay?
Moms: Yeah!
Lea: ('Sighs') Okay, fine. ('Sniff') I won't think lowly about myself anybody. ('Sniff') (Comically Glares and Piints at the Screen in Front of Him) But I still meant every word I said to you all earlier, damnit!
Aqua: (Giggles Softly) We know you do, Lea. It means a lot that you think highly of all of us.
Peach: And don't think we'll take your words for granted tonight either. (Points at the Screen on her Side of the Call) We're gonna give you the biggest hugs of a lifetime first thing tomorrow morning, you better prepare yourself by then, mister!
Moms: Yeah!
Lea: Challenge accepted. (Gets Up From his Seat)('Sniff') In the meantime, I'm gonna get myself ready for the next call. (Makes his Way to the Bathroom) ('Sniff') Fire Mom out!
Xion: (Turns Back to the Screen) We'll.... make sure he get some sleep after this.
Roxas: Assuming he doesn't tire himself out first. (Smiles Softly at the Moms on Screen) In the meantime, you all enjoy your ladies night or whatever.
Xion: (Happily Waves Goodbye to the Moms) Goodnight!~
Moms: Goodniiiiight!!~
End Call
The Next Morning at Seasalt's Residence......
Lea: (Walks into the Kitchen While Grumbling)
Isa: (Watches Lea Makes his Way to the Counter Woth a Small, but Noticeable Smirk on his Face) Heard you had yourself a roster coaster of emotions last night~
Lea: (Starts Making his Morning Coffee Beside the Sink) And it's draining me down as we speak. ('Sigh') I swear, that's like, what? The eleventh time this happened?
Isa: Twelveth and a half to be expect. And it keeps getting more amusing by the minute.
Lea: (Rolls his Eyes) Uh-huh. Glad it kept you entertained. Maybe next time I'll cry about how smarter you are than me or something
Isa: No need. The brilliance of my intelligence speaks for itself just fine. (Genuinely Smiles a Bit) Still, it means a lot that you think fondly of me and Barret. You actually managed to brighten up our night that evening.
Lea; Another rough night at the bar?
Isa: Not really. It was more uneventful and dull if anything, which is ironic considering we've been wanting nothing but peace and quiet for the longest time now.
Lea: (Walks to the Table) At least you didn't have to deal with rude customers this time.
Isa: True. And the windows remained untouched thankfully. (Takes a Sip of his Cup of Coffee)
Lea's about to take his seat to enjoy his morning coffee until.....
Roxas: (From the Living Room) Hey, Axel!
Xion: You have companyyy!~
Moms: WE'RE HEREEEEEEEEEEE!~
Bayonetta: .........Darling~
Lea: ('Sigh') Damnit. (Push his Seat Back to the Table) Guess my coffee has to wait.
Isa: (Raised an Eyebrow in Curiosity) What's happening right now?
Lea: (Starts Stretching his Arms and Back) I gave an emotional phone call to my mom pals last night and now I owed them a Good Morning Group Hug, maybe even cuddles if they feel cozy enough. Ypu watch my coffee for me, will ya? (Points at Isa) And DON'T have your lips on it either.
Isa: ('Scoff') Please. Like I would ever drink your above average coffee.
Lea: (Glares at his Boyfriend) Hey, the coffee I make is fucking delicious! Not as perfect as yours, mind you, but it's damn near close.
Isa: I doubt that. (Shrugs) But I suppose I'll respect your wishes and not taste your precious, average coffee, since you care that much.
Lea: You better not.
Moms: Lea!~
Lea: Alright, alright! I'm coming! (Starts Making his Way to the Living Room While) Sheesh, you guys sound like my own mom.....('Sigh') Okay, ladies, giving me your best- sHOT!?
Before he could finish his sentence, Lea immediately gets hug tackled by his fellow members of the Certified Moms Squad with Roxas and Xion following along shortly afterwards.
Moms: (Giggles Softly) Good morning, Lea!~
Lea: (Already Engulfed a Loving Group Hug While Groaning) Could you guys at least give me a warning before doing that crap!? A-And watch the hair! I just combed and brushed it earlier this morning!
Isa sits around in the table, enjoying his well made coffe while hearing the sounds of giggling and Lea's complaining in the room right beside him. As he put his mug don't, he looks back and forth before slowly and sneakily brings his boyfriend's mug in front of him before taking a small sip of his own coffee he made.
Isa: Hm. It's actually not bad.
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arhvste · 4 years
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can i maybe request some comfort hq’s w any of your favorite boys (but maybe throw in some oikawa) when their s/o doesn’t get invited to hang out w her friends but like all her friends are hanging out and they didn’t invite her so she just has to watch them all have fun on social media and stuff? totally not speaking from experience haha.. take your time if you’re busy! i love your writing so much 🥺✨💘💖
hi bby i love u a lot <3 ✨🐉🦋
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OIKAWA, BOKUTO AND TSUKISHIMA COMFORTING LEFT OUT S/O
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OIKAWA
you’re minding your own business at home in your room scrolling through instagram when your heart sinks 
you see your friends have posted group photo they took today when they went out and failed to invite you
you felt silly being bothered by it but you couldn’t hep it 
friends are meant to invite each other out not leave individual members out
while you’re staring at the picture, you’re interrupted by a facetime call from your boyfriend
you answer and see his smiling face on your screen
“hi y/n-chan i- wHATS WRONG?!”
he sees you’re not smiling back and he immediately knows somethings up
“its nothing tooru, don’t worry”
you give him a little reassuring smile and he frowns a little 
so anyway you guys go about your call just talking as normal and you casually mention that your friends hung out without you
you can’t actually see oikawa’s face because he has you on pause and kept muting and unmuting by what you assumed was accident
rude
but you just assume he’s on his daily run because you can hear him doing so
you carry on telling him about how you’d been left out and just talking about it made you tear up a little
“i know it’s stupid, but i can't help but feel annoyed.”
as you’re explaining to tooru you hear a knock at your door
muttering a quick “hang on” to your boyfriend you go downstairs to see who’s at your door
you open the door to reveal your panting boyfriend with a bag containing, one of his favourite hoodies you like to borrow, his laptop, another bag of take out food and a bunch of sunflowers gripped under his arm
“sorry i took so long y/n-chan”
“tooru? what's all this?”
“as if im gonna let my pretty girl feel upset all by herself, come here”
he pulls you in for a tight hug and you let him inside where he unpacks the contents in the bags 
the fact he did all of this for you make you want to tear up again
and you do just that
he pulls you back into his chest and wraps his arms around you 
“what did i do to deserve you?”
“i should be asking you.”
you guys eat your take out, oikawa has a shower because he was lowkey sweating with all that running about, you pull on the jumper he brought round for you (he only took it back in the first place because you mentioned his smell wasn't as strong on it anymore)
you watch a few films before you both start to just lay there and cuddle
“come on, lets take cute photos!”
“why?”
“so we can show your stupid friends that you don’t need to be with them when you have me”
you guys take some immaculate pictures and upload them to your insta story where a ton of people are swiping up compliment how cute you both are
including a few of your friends who swooned over your boyfriend saying how they wished they had a boyfriend like tooru
oikawa looked at their messages and sneered
“ignore them it’ll piss them off”
he is so petty
but so are you fdshfghu
he’ll stay over for the night because he refuses to leave you until you’re totally over it
best boyfie
63/10 experience would die for this boy 😼
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BOKUTO 
bokuto is actually the one who points out that your friends are hanging out without you
you two have just left grabbing breakfast together when he sees your group walking and laughing together across the street
“hey y/n? aren't they your friends?”
“huh?”
you turn to look and you wish you hadn't 
bokuto saw the drop in your face and suddenly felt sad too
“do you want me to say something?”
“don’t worry kou, it’s nothing”
you give him a weak smile and pull him back to your house
the walk back is quiet which is unusual for the two of you as usually you two never stop talking to each other 
when you get back home you turn away from your boyfriend and wipe a few stray tears that you’d been holding back the whole time
bokuto notices and grabs you shoulder and turns you to face him
“oh y/n please don’t cry! shall we make a blanket fort? do you want to go out somewhere? shall i get akaashi to come over and we can plot muder against your friends?”
the boy isn’t used to seeing you upset
he’s used to seeing you so happy and cheerful around him because he always does his best to make sure you’re comfortable 
you laugh dryly and smile at him
“no baby it’s fine, i just need to let it all out and i’ll be good”
he pulls you and and wraps his big arms around you as your sobs grow louder into his chest
“k-kou am i stupid for feeling like this? it’s not even that serious i just feel kinda betrayed they didn't even ask me you know? like this isn't even the first time -i”
you look up when you feel chest chest move and you sees HE’S got tears falling down his face too
“kou!! i know why i’m crying but why are YOU crying?”
“i-i don't know?? seeing you cry makes me cry??”
the two of you are laughing and sobbing together you forget why you were even sad in the first place
he picks you up bridal style and carried you over to the couch where the two of you proceed to just cuddle and enjoy each other’s presence
“hey, y/n you should hang with me and akaashi at lunch if you want”
“maybe...”
“come onnnn, if your so-called ‘friends’ don’t wanna hang with you, we most certainly do!”
he’s giving you his big toothy grin you can't say no to
“okay kou, i’ll start spending my lunches with you”
he doesn't even hide the fact he's excited lmao
“yES!! we get to spend even more time together now and everyones gonna see how cute we are together!”
bokuto just wants to make sure that wherever you are, he can make you smile and forget about all the bad things 
so the fact you agree to spend your lunchtimes with him makes him ecstatic now that he knows he can make it his mission everyday to make you smile more
he won't ever leave you alone when you’re sad so you spend the rest of your day playing on your switch and making tiktoks together
because bokuto will always want you to feel like you’re having fun with him because it’s your smile that first caught his attention before you started dating 
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TSUKISHIMA
you and tsuki are at his house in his room together
both of you are going through your phones until your group chat starts spamming with photos and videos 
your notifications are going off like crazy and its driving tsukishima mental
“since when were you popular?”
you glare at him as you open the messages and your face drops 
your supposed friends were all sending videos and photos of each other into your group chat
they had all gone out and hadn't mentioned it to you
tsukishima glanced over to your phone and watched as you mindlessly tapped through the never ending stream of content 
“i don’t know why you surround yourself with such loser’s y/n, i’d be embarrassed to send videos of my friends screaming like babies”
this made you smile ever so slightly
you’re not a mean person
but there's something about tsukishima’s snarky comments which make you feel better about the situation
tsuki has obviously noticed you were bothered about not being invited but he won't tell you he knows because it may trigger you to get upset
instead he pulls your back into his chest as the two of you lay in his bed together as he rests one of his arms on your side and the other over your shoulder
instead of being overly comforting, tsuki will encourage you to tap through the group chat but he’ll make a snarky comments for each picture or video
“ew she really left the house with confidence looking like that?”
“why has the girl on the right done her make up like that? did they go out for a day at the circus or something?”
“you can see the people in the background literally cringing, i can feel the second hand embarrassment through the screen”
the two of you sit there for a while laughing and making snide comments 
tuski’s are way worse than yours because he literally doesn't know how to stop 
after you finish tapping through everything, you set your phone down and smile at your boyfriend 
“hey, thanks for that”
“for what? being myself”
“for making me laugh you idiot”
“i was being honest but okay then”
you’ll just lay there together in a comforting silence
“you know... you’re too good for them anyway, ditch them”
you hesitated before answering
“but, they're my friends? i can't just ditch them out of nowhere”
“they had no problem doing it to you”
harsh words 
but he’s right
they didn't have a problem ditching you so maybe tsuki was right
“i don't mind doing a bit of charity work and letting you be with me at school”
“oh? how considerate of my boyfriend, the one who’s meant to love and be there for me unconditionally! you’re too kind!”
you both snicker at this before he presses a soft kiss to the top of your head
“go on, leave the group chat... if you’re bad 😈”
he gets lowkey excited watching you leave it he’s got a stupid little evil smirk 
tsuki may seem like he enjoys conflict and malicious behaviour 
but really he just wants to make sure you’re kept away from people who clearly don't value or deserve you
‘their loss’ he thinks to himself as he pulls you closer
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mcwriting · 3 years
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The Marriage Project (9)
I’m back with anotha one! Sorry it’s taken so ridiculously long! I’ve been soooo busy that sitting down and writing or even formatting has been such a challenge. Please enjoy this chapter!
*also i watched Cherry and Tom was so good in it I’m- that film messed me up a lil bit but like it was so good. Also I’ve loved Ciara since btr and now I’m just insanely jealous and love her even more ugh 
Story Masterlist
Word Count: 2333
Warnings: Some language? I can’t think of anything else
% approximately the 3rd week of October %
Friday evening, the volleyball team arrived at the town regionals were being held at, about an hour away. You were staying in a hotel again, and as before, Julia was your buddy.
After having spent the evening laughing and having fun, your whole hotel room group was about to head up the stairs.
“Hey, y/n. Do you mind staying back for a minute?” Julia asked.
“Oh, sure. We’ll meet you guys upstairs,” you called to the other two, who waved back nonchalantly and continued walking. Julia and you went back to some empty seats near the lobby.
“What’s up?” you asked, smiling.
“Well… Sam told me he caught you and Tom yesterday and I just wanted to ask you about it…”
Your smile faltered.
“What’s there to talk about? I told him that Tom sprayed me with water so I got back at him by soaking the back of his shirt. There’s nothing more to say.”
“Well, yeah, he told me that but he also mentioned that you stayed for dinner? And met Nikki’s parents last weekend? Not trying to imply anything, but I didn’t meet their grandparents until Sam and I had been dating for like 6 months.”
You were getting annoyed, considering this was the second person in two days to ask you about Tom.
“I didn’t just meet them over nothing! Nikki took my senior pictures at the same time as Tom’s and wanted to do them there. I was just tagging along for the ride.”
“You know he’s also coming to state next weekend, right? If we pass through tomorrow?”
He is?
“Uh, no I didn’t. Doesn’t he have football stuff to worry about? It’s also Halloween next weekend, like he’d miss out on the big party.”
“They have a bye next week. Sam is going to come and I guess Tom is taking him, but Nikki might come too? I’m not sure. I guess you’d better ask him. Anyways, I just wanted to clear things up since there were all those rumors today,” she said, starting to get up.
“Wait, wai- Rumors? I never heard anything. Like about me?”
“You haven’t heard? I guess one of the freshman girls who has a massive crush on Tom was stalking Nikki’s website last night and saw some pictures of the two of you. A bunch of people think you’re dating now.”
You felt yourself pale.
“Oh no, and she changed one picture after Tom asked her to. Do you know what the picture was?”
“Something about him carrying you..? I never saw it, why?”
“Great. Now everyone is going to think she changed it because a secret got out or something. Ughhhh I just wish this stupid marriage project had never happened and I would never be in this mess.”
Julia looked at you contemplatively for a moment.
“Think of it this way, you and Tom are friends now, right?” you apprehensively nodded. “If it weren’t for that project, you two would still be fighting all the time and you wouldn’t have had the incredible Nikki Holland taking your pictures. Everyone can just get over themselves, you know?”
You snorted, then grinned.
“Yeah I guess so. You know, you’re annoyingly wise beyond your years,” you stated. “Now let’s get back upstairs. We have a long day ahead of us.”
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Placing first at regionals meant two things: you were going to state, and everyone was congratulating you again when Monday came.
They also kinda looked at you funny when Tom high fived you in the hallway as he passed by, but you had decided to follow Julia’s advice and stop caring about the rumors people were spreading. 
Once the morning announcements ended, your calculus teacher stood up, a small paper stack in hand.
“Okay, everyone, since I’m your first period teacher and homecoming is next week, today you get to cast your nomination votes. Y’all know the drill: three guys, three girls for king and queen. Try to make it fast, we have a lot to do today.”
She walked around handing out half-sheets of paper with six lines on them. You and Tom immediately looked at each other.
“We nominating each other?” Tom asked before you could.
“Wouldn’t have it any other way,” you joked, filling out the sheet with both of your names and four others.
In home ec, you sat next to Tom cutting fabric for yet another project you had to do together, thinking about something Julia had mentioned.
“Hey, I gotta ask you something. Is it true you’re going to the capital this weekend for our state tournament?” you asked.
“Oh, yeah. This is our bye week and I promised Sam I’d go with him and mom. Plus, we can work on the project when you’re free.”
“You do realize that’s like a four hour drive, right? I mean it’s Halloween this weekend. Wouldn’t you rather make an appearance at Johnny’s big blowout?”
“Eh, it won’t be that great. I mean his place isn’t even that big and it’s in town. There’s literally no way it won’t get busted within the first half hour. The homecoming party at Tyler’s however… that’s gonna be insane.”
“Okay Johnny’s trash party aside, you really would rather spend your one free weekend of the season four hours away watching girls play volleyball then at home doing… whatever it is you do. And please don’t tell me you watch the ‘hub in your spare time.”
“Come on, y/n I’m not an animal. Even without the tight uniforms volleyball is really cool.” 
You backhanded his arm at the comment.
“Plus, I don’t need any videos to get myself off,” he added, smirking.
“You disgust me.”
“You know you love me.”
“Hmm. Debatable,” you shot back dryly, earning a chuckle and shoulder bump from him as you finally cracked.
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At lunch, your friends were discussing the Halloween party when you sat down.
“Okay we really need to figure out what to wear this weekend, and we’re not going as playboy bunnies like Daisy and all her group,” said one girl.
“Well I say we dress as frat boys. It’s funny, not super sexual, and we all know half the guys are going to rush next year,” suggested Caroline.
“I like it, but what if we went a step further and dressed as dads. You know, hawaiian shirts, khaki shorts, socks and sandals. That would be hilarious. What do you think, y/n?” said Alexis.
“Sorry ladies, I won’t be there. We have state this weekend at the capital so as always, we’re driving down Friday after school. I will be at Tyler’s homecoming thing next weekend. Also, I do really like the dad thing, but I vote y’all do Guy Fieri.”
“Wait why is that literally genius,” Alexis said as the others agreed. “Of course it would suck to take your idea without you even getting to do it.”
“You guys really think I care? Just credit me in your insta captions. I’ll make the team put ribbons with flames on them in their ponytails Saturday.”
“Okay now we have to do it,” a different friend said.
“Hey, at least you won’t have to worry about Tom. I’m sure he’ll be at the party,” Caroline said. You wrinkled your nose.
“Yeah about that… His brother’s girlfriend is on the team so he’s going, too. I’m the one that’ll be seeing him instead of you guys but whatever. We’ll need to work on our project anyways.”
“Don’t you think that’ll fuel the fires people are already spreading about you? A good portion of the school thinks you’re secretly together now,” added the first friend from before. 
“People are going to believe whatever the hell they want. I honestly don’t care anymore. Oh! By the way, did I tell you guys that some freshman was the one spreading shit about me Friday? The nerve those kids have,” you said.
“Wait, what? It was a freshman that was trying to tell everyone y’all are together? Ugh why would anyone believe them?” Alexis asked, incredulous.
“I know, right? Apparently she’s like obsessed with Tom or something. She must have a backwards way of thinking if she believes spreading fake rumors will make him want her. Jokes on her when she has to see us together on homecoming court. He’s just as likely to be voted as I am, maybe even more.”
The group all laughed and continued talking about random things, and you mentally wiped the sweat from your brow now that the conversation was shifted from you and Tom.
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You were nervously bouncing your leg before calculus Friday morning. You’d gotten to school early to make certain you would be there for the announcements, which is when they would be releasing the list of nominees.
Tom came in a couple minutes before the bell, hair still wet from his post workout shower. Usually he blow dried it, and he obviously noticed you looking at his curls, your knee bouncing anxiously.
“Got out of the weight room late so I rushed over here. What are you wired up about, princess?”
“Do I really have to tell you? Homecoming noms.”
“You’re actually nervous about that? Everyone knows you’re already at the top of the list.”
“Uh, no, that’s you. After everything that’s happened the past few weeks, there’s no telling how people feel about me.”
“Oh you’ll be fine. I know it,” Tom finished. You wanted to disagree with him further, but then the bell rang and announcements began. After the general daily stuff, they got to the part everyone was waiting for. 
You were on the edge of your seat. The disembodied voice began with the underclassmen’s court nominations, eventually working up to the senior king contestants.
“Alright, first up in the running for kings we have… Tuwaine Barrett!”
Tuwaine was a cool dude. He played basketball and was in theatre. You were happy to see him nominated.
“Next up we’ve got Harrison Osterfield!”
Ugh. I’d rather abdicate the throne than end up against him.
“And finally for the boys, Tom Holland!”
A small cheer went up in your classroom as people congratulated Tom and patted him on the back. You gave him a high five.
“And now for the ladies. First on the list is Zendaya Coleman!”
Ah Zendaya. You were never that close, but she was always nice when you’d had classes with her. She was way taller than you, a star player on the basketball and softball teams. Not to mention she was insanely gorgeous. This was already some stiff competition.
“Second, we have Daisy Ridley!”
And of course another likely contender. Daisy, who was planning on going to that evening’s Halloween party as a playboy bunny, was a cheerleader. She didn’t fit every aspect of the cheer stereotype, like the fact that she was actually really smart, but she definitely wasn’t the nicest person either.
“And finally, your last nominee for homecoming queen is… y/n y/l/n!”
It took a second to fully process that it was you they were talking about until there were people cheering you on like they’d done for Tom. He reciprocated the high five.
“What’d I tell you princess? Or shall I say queen.”
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Tom was leaving football practice after the bell when a few of his buddies appeared next to him to walk across the parking lot.
They were talking when Tom saw you all loading the bus, and you sent each other a wave.
“Damn, y/n’s not gonna be at the party tonight? That’s rough, she always has the dopest costumes. ‘Least you will. What are you going as?” one guy, Jake, said.
“Did I not tell you? I’m going out of town. Won’t be there. I totally would’ve been Spider-Man though,” Tom explained.
“Wait you won’t be there tonight either?” another, Chris, asked. “You’re gonna miss out on some major exposure for homecoming votes.”
“Oh yeah, right. I’m pretty sure things are in the bag for me. I’ll just be gone tonight and tomorrow. Promised Sam I’d go to the volleyball thing with him.”
“Wait, wait, wait. You. Are going to the capital. Which is four hours away. At the same time as y/n. Am I hearing this right?” Jake asked as they finally reached their cars.
“Oh shut up, man. It’s not like that. Yeah we’ll be at the same place this weekend but whatever. We’re cool with each other now.”
“Cool? Is that code for ‘I want to make out every time I look at her?’” interjected Chris. He and Jake gave each other a look and laughed.
“Ugh, no. I’d kiss a salmon before I kissed y/n. I just meant we’ve come to an understanding and are somewhat friends now.”
They both looked at him funny.
“So you mean to tell me that there’s nothing going on between you two? Yeah right. We’ve all seen the way you look at her at games,” Jake said suggestively.
“What is up with you and everyone else at this school thinking there’s more to the story?! We are fake married for a school project and are nothing more than friends. You’re crazy to think otherwise.”
“Who are you planning on asking to the dance?” Chris asked, seemingly out of nowhere.
“What? What do you mean? I haven’t even thought about it.”
“I’m asking who you’ll take to homecoming. It’s y/n, isn’t it?”
“No. No, it’s not, because I haven’t asked anyone.”
“Would you go with her?” Chris continued, pressing in.
“I mean I guess so. If we’re voted king and queen then it’ll basically be an obligation.”
“And if you’re not?”
“Dude why are you asking all these questions! If she isn’t queen then I’ll go with whoever is. If I’m not king, I’ll just go solo and see what happens. Whatever, though, I need to get home. I’ll see you guys Monday,” Tom finished.
He walked off to his car, where his brothers were impatiently waiting.
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uswntfics · 4 years
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Hi everyone! I hoped you enjoyed this! I tried to combine my loves of soulmate/mate stories and the USWNT. I hope you enjoyed it! I'm considering continuing this, I'd love your thoughts. Also any feedback and requests for plots and/or mated pairs will be welcomed!
Y/N sighed as she pulled on her #4 Becky Sauerbruun USWNT jersey. She shouldn't be so anxious and upset as she was. She had great seats to see the USWNT for crying out loud!!
But as an omega that still hadn't found her mate/mates yet she wasn't excited about all of the pheromones, especially since her social anxiety was going to be through the roof with the crowd and seeing some of my heroes and celebrity crushes. She just wishes her Best Friend Jen would have been able to come with me as planned, but she had gotten a call about a family emergency last minute. Jen had given Y/N a pep talk and talked her into going by herself.
Y/N took a deep breath and walked through the stadium, finding her section. She did her best to take deep breaths and try to ignore the overpowering pheromones. Luckily it was a little windy today which helped dispel some of the smells enough not to send her into a panic attack. She walked all the way down and was shocked to see that she was in the first row, right beside Team USAs bench. She looked at the ticket and the row again and again to make sure she wasn't reading the ticket wrong.
"Holy shit how did Jen pull this off?" She mumbled to myself, walking to where my seat was on the way end. Right to the edge of the tunnel that the players would walk out of.
Y/N made sure that she left the seat that Jen was going to sit in between her and the rest of the row, easing her anxiety just a little bit. She pulled out her phone and texted Jen.
Y/N: How the hell did you pull this off? You didn't kill anyone did you?!
Jen: Lol no you dork! My friend's Dad manages the stadium and he knew that you and I are big fans of the USWNT so he offered me these seats.
Y/N: Omg that's amazing! I'm so sorry you can't come. 😭😭 How's everything going? I hope everything is okay.
Jen: Everything is okay right now. My brother was in a car accident. He's in surgery now but he's stable thankfully.
Y/N: Oh no! I'm so sorry! I'm so glad he's okay! Tell everyone I wish my best!
Jen: I will and have fun! Get lots of pics for me and maybe even meet your mate! 😜
Y/N: Oh shush you dumb alpha or I'll get Amy on your ass if you tease me again.
Jen: Oh come on! Don't threaten me with my mate! Anyway I should get going. Have fun and you'll be okay I promise. Call me if you have problems with your anxiety okay?
Y/N: I will.
By the time she looked up from her phone the stadium was starting to fill up. Y/N shuffled feeling her anxiety starting to amp up. She took a few deep breaths and was able to calm down just as the team started to pour out of the tunnel right past her. People pushed heragainst the side of the tunnel to get closer as the goalkeepers passed by and she started to panic slightly. "Hey be careful guys, we don't want anyone crushed." Ashlyn Harris called causing people to calm down a little.
Y/N sighed in relief and smiled gratefully at Ashlyn who just winked at her and waved making me blush slightly. Soon the whole team was out on the field and most of the seats in the stadium were filled.
She looked up as a group of obnoxious men who were of course all alphas. One of them wolf whistled at her with a stupid grin on his face making her roll her eyes.
Before she could worry too much about the dumb alphas causing problems the walkout video started and she cheered with the crowd as the 2 teams walked out. She felt a little weird as the first few USA players passed her, but brushed it off as excitement and anxiety.
The game seemed to fly by, Y/N had been able to push back her anxiety and enjoy the game, cheering on the women she has looked up to forever.
However the alpha male who had wolf whistled her before the game has gotten closer and closer to her as he seemed to drink more and more of the overpriced beer that the stadium was selling.
"Come on little omega I can show you a good time." the guy slurred again, moving even closer. His friends just laughed and cheered him on making Y/N even more uncomfortable.
The final whistle of the game had blown a while ago and the team was doing a cool down. The guy took this as his cue to sit next to Y/N in what would have been Jen's seat throwing his sweaty arm around her.
"Um no thanks." she stammered out, her eyes scaning around desperately trying to find someone to help her as the group had her blocked into the row. But everyone was focused on the players who were now walking around signing autographs.
"Come on omega you know you want me." He slurred with a sick smirk on his face, he moved his arm down to try to grope her chest. Y/N smacked his arm away out of instinct.
The alpha's eyes filled with rage. He smacked Y/N in the face and put his hands around her throat.
"How dare you you dumb omega bitch!" The alpha screamed.
"Stop please!" YN sobs. The alpha just snarled and goes to tighten his hands. Y/N claws at the hands around her neck and kicks out flailing her elbows to try to hit her attacker but his hold just gets tighter and Y/N feels her muscles give in as they slowly go limp. Y/N waits for the world to turn black as she starts to weaken, unable to fight back; her strength gone.
Y/N waited for her world to turn black. However she felt the hands around her neck be ripped off and feels herself lifted up. She fights to open her eyes as her breath speeds up as her panic finally reaches her.
"Shhhh it's okay, we got you."  Y/N blinked her eyes and saw that Ashlyn Harris was holding her up and  Ali Krieger putting her hand on her shoulder.
"Try to copy my breathing." Ali Krieger said, her tone soft, as if talking to a wounded animal.
Ashlyn gritted her teeth as she held the omega between her and Ali,, trying to stay calm and not go after the dumbass alpha she had ripped the poor girl away from. But it looked like Tobin, Hope and Pinoe had that covered as Hope growled at the cowering Alpha as the 3 held him down, waiting for security to arrive.
"Hey do you.." She started to ask Ali, wondering if they should look at the omega's phone to see if they could find a mate or at least some sort of emergency contact.
However Ashlyn was cut off by a ferocious growl coming closer to them. Ashlyn and Ali turned to see Becky of all people marching toward them her growl becoming louder.
"Whaaaa?" Ali started to ask before Becky gently scooped the panicking omega up in her arms. The omega looked up, scared it was her attacker again but froze when she looked into the alpha's blue eyes. Y/N felt the mate bond click into place, her breathing starting to settle slightly.
"Just copy my breathing little one, we won't let anyone hurt you."
We? Y/N was trying to calm down enough to ask her newfound mate what she meant when a tall alpha quickly walked up to the pair making Y/N freeze in terror.
Becky's growl trailed off at the sight of her alpha mate walking toward them. "What's wrong Becks?" Alyssa quietly asked her mate. Her mate was normally calm so she knew it must be something big.
"I found her. Well Ash and Ali found her after some asshole hurt her" Becky uncharacteristically babbled, absentmindedly soothingly running her fingers through Y/N's hair, making the omega settle even more.
"You found who?" Alyssa asked, not wanting to get her hopes up.
"Our omega." Becky smiled. Alyssa looked at the young omega cowering in Becky's arms. There was no way, they had looked for so long...
The keeper's thoughts were cut off when her older alpha mate softy said "Look up baby girl, she won't hurt you."
Becky gently tipped Y/N's chin up. Y/N's anxious eyes met those of the deceivingly gentle keeper's and froze as she felt the mating bond again.
She had finally found her mates?! Y/N's mind whirred even as Becky carried her and Alyssa's omega mate to the tunnel toward the locker room.
Alyssa released a warning growl at any of her teammates that tried to get close to her girls until the triad disappeared into the locker room.
The team stood, frozen, trying to understand what the hell just happened.
"Well I'll be damned." Tobin muttered, only to be smacked by the hands of her fellow new kids, the mated pair giving their friend disapproving glares.
"Well this will be interesting, that's for sure.” Christie muttered since she was done helping Hope and the other veterans deal with security.
The rest of the team nodded, hesitatingly heading toward the locker room, not wanting to be attacked by their alpha teammates for interrupting their meeting with their mate.
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allsassnoclass · 4 years
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i was done, but you undid me
They film the Lie to Me music video.  Luke tries to work through some things.  Ashton tries to help.
A/N: Shout out to Bella for reading through this for me
Read on AO3 here
The director lets Michael call it this time, announcing “ That’s a wrap!” over the megaphone to cheers.  He had offered the opportunity to Luke, but Luke’s throat hurts and he’s too exhausted to do anything other than clap half-heartedly and try to smile whenever someone pats him on the back for a job well done.
They’ve had longer shoots than this, but none of them have left him so drained.  It’s going to be a good video, and it’s a good fucking song, but he feels as if someone has carved out his insides without giving him anything to replace them with.  A stiff breeze would probably blow him over, and that’s when Ashton wraps an arm around his waist.
“Hi,” he says softly.  Luke leans into him, grateful for the support.  It’s cold, and now that the lighting equipment is getting taken down the chill of the night is settling into his bones, but Ashton is a heater, always keeping him from freezing over.  Whenever Luke thinks he’s about to turn into an ice sculpture, Ashton is there, reminding him that there’s blood flowing through his veins instead, that he’s a human being who can keep going instead of surrendering to the chill.
“Hi.”
“You want to go home?” Ashton asks, and Luke is so relieved that his knees might buckle.
“Yeah,” he says, voice hoarse.  Even when he lip syncs on every take, his voice is always a little shot after music videos, but he sometimes gets hoarse after he cries, too, and there’s been some of that today.
He hopes everyone just thinks he’s a good actor, but he knows that the band has seen right through him, Ashton most of all.
He’s over the breakup, but that doesn’t mean that digging up those feelings isn’t still painful.
“Come on,” Ashton says.  “Let’s get the car.”
They navigate their way through the crowd, and Luke feels guilty that they aren’t staying to help the instrument techs or thank the rest of the crew, but he knows he wouldn’t be able to do it with any life.  Michael and Calum give them both a brief hug, Ashton deflects any questions or attempts at conversation, and when they finally step out of the arena Luke lets out a sigh that leaves him feeling lighter and heavier at the same time.
They walk in silence.  The city is as quiet as it ever gets, one of the side effects of having a nocturnal shoot, and Luke is thankful for it.  He could use a distraction, but he appreciates the quiet more.
It’s a good song, because it’s honest.  Luke poured his heart into it, because it was healthier to do that than any of his other coping mechanisms.  Ashton put the notebook in front of him one day and told him to get everything out, and Luke wrote so many bad lyrics about broken hearts and angry lyrics about betrayal and then, finally, I know that you don’t but if I asked you if you love me, I hope you’d lie to me .
And that’s it, isn’t it?  Luke wants to be loved too much, and he sees it even when it’s not there. He’s always looked for it in all the wrong places.
It’s been awhile since he’s really thought about all the ways she fucked him up, how horribly he misjudged what they meant to each other.  Looking back, he can see a few warning signs: arguments that lasted too long, casual comments that were disparaging instead of uplifting, how she complained when he would spend too much time with the boys instead of her but would turn their date nights into group outings with her friends, taking the opportunity to flirt with some other people just to watch him get jealous.
He hadn’t seen any of that when they were together.  All he saw were the highs: those rushes of adrenaline when she looked at him a certain way, how proud he was to have her on his arm, how much she enjoyed showing him off in a way that made him feel special.  He thought she was funny and she thought he was sweet.  He told her he loved her.  She said it back, and he believed her.
Ashton hadn’t.  Michael and Calum hadn’t fully, either, but Ashton is the only one who ever tried to talk to him about it.
“Are you sure?” he had asked one night, only the two of them still awake on the tour bus, Luke having just gotten done with a phone call to her.
“What?”
“Are you sure you love her?  And she loves you?”
“Of course,” Luke had said.  Ashton just looked at him for a long moment, something heavy enough in his gaze that Luke had to look away first.
“I just don’t want to see you get hurt.”
Luke had frowned, feeling his hackles raise because he wasn’t a fucking kid who needed to be protected anymore.  He could be trusted to look after himself, and there wasn’t any reason for this conversation.
“Why would you say that?” he said.  “Just because your last serious relationship went to shit and you’re jealous doesn’t mean you can take cheap shots at my girlfriend.”
Ashton’s expression had shuttered, and Luke knew that what he’d said wasn’t fair, but it had felt good in the moment.  He was a wounded animal snarling at the person trying to release him from the bear trap, not yet realizing that he needed the help.
When Luke showed up at Ashton’s door a few months later, he hadn’t said I told you so or any other comment that would be fully justified.  He just let him in and never asked him to leave.
Luke looks at him now, out of the corner of his eye.  The street lights create deep shadows in his face, highlighting his profile but clouding his eyes.  Luke wants to know what he’s thinking, if he’s remembering how stupid Luke was to put all his trust in a girl who was always going to break his heart.  Maybe he’s remembering how much of a mess in general Luke was then, untethered with no inspiration, no sense of identity, and no one around to make sure he took care of himself.
He was pathetic.  He still feels pathetic, some days.  They found their sound and released Youngblood ; they’ve grown into new styles and settled into their skin a bit more, but Luke still feels like that little kid who’s too desperate for love to realize that it isn’t always good.  Ashton has to remind him to eat sometimes, or check on him when he stays in bed all day.  Any time they have more than a few days off, he can feel himself slipping into the mindset of what is the point and I don’t matter .
“You matter, ” Ashton has whispered too many times, too late at night.  “If you can’t remember how important you are to the world, then trust me when I tell you how important you are to me.”
And he knows, he knows that Ashton doesn’t love him like that, not the way that Luke wants him to, but that doesn’t stop him from wishing for it.
Luke has always searched for love in all the wrong places.
They reach the car finally, Ashton slipping into the driver’s seat and turning on the heating enough to keep Luke from shivering.  Luke buckles himself in.
For the music video, he never got to sit in the front of the car, and he never wore a seatbelt.  The Luke in that narrative gave himself no control of the situation and allowed himself to take maximum damage, and Luke’s hoping that he’s smarter than that.  He’s hoping that he’s a little smarter than he was back then, even if he doesn’t feel like it.
This Luke buckles his seatbelt, and doesn’t meet Ashton’s eyes when he knows that he’s just going to imagine the love reflected in them.
“How are you doing?” Ashton asks after a few moments of silence.  Luke takes a deep breath and takes stock.
“Tired,” he says eventually.  “I think I’m just... tired.”
Ashton nods, but doesn’t say anything.  He’s giving Luke the space to get his thoughts in order, and it makes something twist deep in his gut.  No one has ever listened to him quite like Ashton does.
“I don’t want to be angry at myself anymore.”
The sentence balloons in the air before settling around them.  It’s not what he meant to say, but the longer it’s out there the more Luke thinks it’s what he needed to.
“What do you mean?” Ashton asks.
“I was so stupid.  Everyone else could see that we weren’t meant to be, but I ignored all the signs and just let it happen.  I saw the other cars circling and still got in the back, and I don’t--I don’t trust myself not to do it again.  How am I supposed to know if someone actually loves me when I thought she did?  How could I let myself be that much of an idiot?”
“Luke, it wasn’t your fault.”
Luke laughs bitterly.
“Wasn’t it?”
“She’s the one who didn’t treat you right.”
“But I thought she did,” he says.  “I actually thought that we’d gotten it, and now I don’t even know how to recognize what it is.  I mean, what part of me could someone even love?”
“Luke…”
“I know what you’re going to say,” he says, because this is a conversation they’ve had too many times.  It must get annoying for Ashton to always have to repeat himself, to dish out compliments to Luke because he gets so needy and insecure all the time.  He wishes that he could stop saying stuff like that around him so they can stop rehashing the same arguments, but something about Ashton always lowers his verbal filter.
“Do you trust me?” Ashton asks, and Luke nods, like he always does.  “Then trust me when I say that there is so much of you to love.  You’re talented, funny, and you have the best heart of anyone that I know.  You’ll find someone who will love you properly.”
Luke swallows.  He doesn’t say I don’t want someone, I think I just want you.  Ashton’s love wouldn’t be what he wants; it would just be pity, and Luke can’t put himself through that.  He can’t grow more attached than he already is only for it to get taken away when Ashton finds someone properly suited to him.
“Do you believe me?” Ashton asks gently, like Luke needs to be handled with kid gloves, and it makes his lower lip tremble.
“I’m trying to,” is the closest he can get to an agreement.
“Okay,” Ashton says.  “That’s okay.”
Luke nods, a sob clawing its way up his already-scratchy throat, and stops pretending like he’s not crying.  Ashton has already seen him at his worst, anyway, so he lets the tears fall and his breaths grow unsteady.
“Oh, Luke…” he says, pushing back his chair all the way and reaching over to unbuckle Luke’s seatbelt.  He coaxes him over the gearshift and onto his lap, and he doesn't fit, because his limbs are too long and the car is too small and it’s just a reminder that he shouldn’t need this;  he should be enough of an adult to not be crying over a breakup that was so long ago or the fact that he doesn’t think anyone will love him like he wants.
Ashton just holds him, because he needs it, anyway.  He lets the tears soak his shirt and keeps Luke safe as he hides his face in his neck, trying to slow down the world until he’s breathing in Ashton instead of despair.  Ashton rubs his back in long, slow motions, hypnotic in his movements.  The gesture brings more comfort than the words do.  Luke melts into him, letting his warmth thaw the frost in his heart again.
Luke doesn’t have much left to cry, and soon they’re just sitting there, exhausted.
“Sorry,” Luke says, like he always does.
“You don’t have to apologize, but it’s okay,” Ashton replies, giving the standard reply.  Luke climbs back to his seat and Ashton adjusts his back to the original position.
“Hey,” Ashton says.  “You know I love you, right?”
In what way? he wants to ask, but it would be useless.  Ashton doesn’t lie to him, and this is the one instance where, against better judgement, Luke wants him to.
He just nods, and fastens his seatbelt again.
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Survey #452
“what i’ve felt, what i’ve known, never shined doing what i’ve shown  /  never free, never me, so i dub thee unforgiven”
Are you a part of the LGBTQ+ community? I am. Do you have Tiktok? Are you addicted? I don't. Do you enjoy being outside? IF it's cool outside, yes. Do you like being around kids? No, not really. Have you ever gotten Covid-19? No. What's your ethnicity? Caucasian. If you were president, what's the first change you would make? I'd probably put in place free healthcare first. What is an animal that you'd like to have as a pet but it's not allowed? If an animal shouldn't be a pet, there's a reason. So none. What was your favorite meal as as kid? Has it changed now? It was spaghetti. I still love it, but it's not my favorite now. Which doctor is your least favorite? Primary, eye, dentist, gynecologist, etc. Potential TMI answer follows. So, the VERY easy answer is gynecologist. Like, I've never even BEEN to one because I'm too scared. Not because I think they'll find anything wrong, but because I'm just very self-conscious about stuff like that and I do fucking not want some random stranger laying a goddamn finger on me like that. My doctor is really pushing me to go by now though as a safety precaution, but I just really, really don't want to. Do you feel that you'd be any good at solving a murder? No. I'm so clueless. You own a dragon, but it doesn't breathe fire; what comes out instead? Water, I guess? That could be beneficial in a lot of ways. Have you ever been sprayed by a giant rain puddle when a car passed by? No. Do you remember the last movie you saw while on a date? Yeah, IT with Girt. What color is your iPod? Hot pink. Do you think baby clothes are adorable? Ha ha yeah, I just tend to like miniature things in general, and babies are just... miniature humans lmao. Whose house did you last sleep over at? Sara's. If you could adopt 3 unique pets, what would you get? A plains hognose morph (probably a lavender, or snow?), a Brazilian black tarantula, andddd... an African fat-tailed gecko morph. What grade are you in, if you’re still in school? I'm not in school. Do you get a lot of tourists in the area where you live? Hell no, there's not shit here. Do you enjoy watching vlogs? Only occasionally by certain people I like. What was the last new video game you were excited about? It really sucks I don't have the appropriate console to play it myself, but I was SUPER stoked for Resident Evil 8: Village to be released and literally watched like four different playthroughs at the same time, ha ha. Have you ever talked about your period with a guy? Were they okay with it, or grossed out? In a three-and-a-half years intimate relationship, it obviously came up before. He didn't care, because he wasn't 12. Have you ever been to small church/bible group/study? Forced to or wanted to? I was forced to go to Sunday school, as well as church. Have you ever been to an Asian (any type) market? If so, what is the closest one to you? I've never seen one here, even. How would you feel if your significant other had tattoos? That'd be a bonus to how physically attracted I was to them, probably, lol. I just love tattoos. Where was the last place on your body that you felt physical pain? My uterus is screaming. :') What are you listening to right now? I am fucking unhealthily obsessed with Violet Orlandi & Skar's cover of "The Unforgiven" by Metallica lkasdjkflawjerwr like I will not stop listening to it lol. Last person you texted? My mom. Have you ever gone out of your way to make someone happy? Yes. Is there a certain person that makes you feel safe? My mom. Have you ever used a chainsaw? Nooo, and I don't want to. Do you celebrate Christmas, Hanukkah, or Kwanzaa? crihmuh Ever been so stunned, no words came out? Oh yes. Ever written that you were going to end your life? I have. I was fucking stupid and made a suicide note on Facebook. I genuinely wanted everyone on there to know what they meant to me, so like it seriously wasn't for attention, which I still worry people think that. Ever put fake bugs around your house to scare someone? Not to scare people, no. I have two faux tarantulas in my room as decor, though. Is there a reason you have the name you do? Not particularly. My parents just liked it, ig. Choose: the best song by Green Day? Aw, that's way too hard! I love Green Day. I guess if I absolutely had to pick, maybe "21 Guns." It's just a truly beautiful song. Have you ever tried to “save”, or “fix” someone, before? No. I don't believe that works and only damages you. Were ethics discovered or invented? That's a good question. I really can't say I know. Do you put effort into getting tan during the summer? Nah. Are you a fairly self-motivated person? NO. I need external motivation pretty badly. Be honest, does the person you like actually deserve you? Or are they actually not worthy of your affections? I don't deserve him. List 5 things that have been on your mind most recently. 1.) wtf I feel about Girt and wtf to do about it; 2.) my weight; 3.) what job I'm going to search for once I make progress at the gym; 4.) whether or not to quit photography and focus my efforts elsewhere; and 5.), as always, Jason. What is better, history or science? Science is way more interesting. Do you flinch at the sight of blood? No. Do you enjoy swimming? Yeah. When you swear, is it usually in general or directed at someone? In general. I don't generally swear at people. Are any of your friends hoping to be famous one day? Yeah; I've got a couple of musician friends. Who would you kiss right now if you could kiss anyone? GO AWAY Ever slapped a guy in the face? No. I don't hit people. Do you think you’re a good friend? I sure try to be. Have you ever thrown your cell phone in anger? When? I have on only one occasion when I Jason and I were texting and he pissed me off. I don't remember what we were even talking about now. My phone was fine btw, ha ha, I didn't like, chuck it. What color of hair do you find the sexiest on the opposite gender? Out of the natural hair colors, black. But I really like hair that's dyed exotic colors on like... anyone. Have you slept over at a member of the opposite sex’s house in their bed? Yeah. When you lost your virginity, were you sober? Yeah. Have you ever given your phone number to somebody you met online? Quite a few people, actually. Most of my friendships are online. On average, how much does gas cost where you live? When I was out today, it was $2.99. Why are you happy? Who said I was? I'm not happy. What is in your pocket? Nothing. What was the worst feeling you last felt? Severe indecision. Worthlessness. Yesterday had some grim periods. What would you name your future son? I always answer with the first name, "Damien," so let's see about a middle name... uhhhh... maybe Damien James? I'm not really sure about a middle name, but that sounds nice. What are you waiting for? Girt to message me back. He barely touches Facebook, so I can't blame him, but I wanna plan a day for him to visit and we can hang and I can decide what the fuck it is I feel towards him. What takes your breath away? Big waterfalls, to name a major one. What fact of life would you rather not know about? That the world doesn't give a fuck about you. It sounds super pessimistic, I know, but it doesn't. There is no sentience to it, no will to keep you safe and happy, it just... exists, and we're thrown onto it to figure it out. Unfair things happen. That's life. ... Damn, this answer was dark lol. What’re a few things that automatically make you go, “Awww?” Meerkat pups doing so much as blinking, guys being really cute with kids, seeing elderly couples holding hands and just generally being precious, proposals (especially gay ones just because of how hard that was fought for), seeing literally any picture in existence of Mark and Amy together, veterans coming home and their dogs freaking out... Man, a lot of things. This question brightened my mood to think about. :') Are you easily scared by horror movies? Nah. You just got a free plane ticket to anywhere. You have to depart right now. Where are you gonna go? Illinois to visit Sara. :') I really wanna hang. Do you know anyone with the same birthday as you? No, but a former best friend had her bday a day before mine. Are you wearing a ring? I always wear two. Do you hate to hug people? No, I love hugs. How many rooms does your house consist of? Seven. If you could be on any TV show, which would it be and why? Can I be a Pokemon trainer, pls???? What would you want to be famous for? Most ideally, a great wildlife photographer. The kind photography students would see and be inspired by. Do you sleep with a stuffed animal? No, I sleep with a real animal, ha ha. What is your favorite brand of hairspray? I don’t have one. What is in your backyard? Not very much... I'm barely ever even out there, so I barely know. There's one shed, a small tree, and uh... idk. Who is/was your favorite teacher? I have a few. Mrs. Whitley, Mr. Proctor, Coach Collie, and Miss Tobey are some. What’s your favorite non-sexual thing to do with a girl/boy? Play video games together. Do you cheer for the bad guy? Ha, I have a tendency to do that... Would you rather start a new career or a new relationship? Career. I want one so very badly. Something on the human body that grossest you out the most: So even though I am sexually attracted to any gender, nevertheless, genitalia gross me the fuck out. Either kind. Penises especially though like what the fuck- Do you think it’s easier to raise a boy a girl? Why? From most parents, I've heard boys are much easier because girls (supposedly) tend to have more of an attitude. What is your favorite strawberry flavored food? Strawberry is generally my favorite flavor for like, everything, so this is just about impossible. Maybe uhhh slushies? What is the oldest video game system you’ve played? An Atari.
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kcatta-wodahs · 3 years
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Hey there :3 May I request a matchup🙈? I'm a 5'6 tall, queer, chin long dyed red haired girl(she/her) and you can call me Karo if you need a name :p I don't really care if it's a single pairing or a poly one as well as the kind of relationship (platonic/romantic/sexual), but maybe a romantic one would be sweet🤔 I'm a INFP and was born under the sign of Pisces and I think the stereotype fits me pretty well lol. I don't think I would describe myself as clingy, I definetely need my space (part1)
and me-time, but sometimes it's also nice to have someone who will drag me outside to do stuff or socialize if I'm isolating myself too much or another depressive episode seems to creep up on me. I think they need to understand, doesn't matter if it's a platonic or romantic relationship, that sometimes I can't give them much(time etc) and that that's nothing personal and that they're still very important to me. Hmmm I think I would prefer my relationship like I like my fanfics hehe, slow burning, like first get to know each other, (enemies to) friends to lovers is just *chefs kiss* for me <3 I really love to draw and sing, to dance too, I like to spend time in nature and with animals, help them too. But I also like adrenaline rushes, like rollercoasters, cave exploring, bungee jumping, exploring lost places etc, I would say I'm almost up to anything if it's exciting or interesting, but I definetely like just chilling and watching netflix, playing games or watching Vine compilations or crackhead satire twilight tiktoks(which is tbh the things I do most of the time until someone drags me out). I love making others laugh with just random outbursts(thats pretty much my humour, just randomness and gen z memes). I try not to judge anyone for anything and be open for all kinds of stuff, except for like non-negotiable things for me like racism, homophobia, sexism etc, like, full offense but I have absolutely a zero tolerance for that. I also get very emotional very easily, doesn't matter if it's something not so important like a touching movie scene(so many things make me cry so easily haha) or like in an argument. I really have a hard time argueing, I hate it SO much, I either try to avoid conflict(and run away like a coward lol) or if it's really something we have to discuss I sometimes need time and space in between(not the best under stress talker/thinker), but if the other side is being calm and considerate then I think I would be fine too Oh almost forgot,I love cuddling(definetely also platonic)and am not afraid to just throw myself at my friends/lover/s I am getting better at not caring about what others think, but sometimes I'm still pretty insecure about everything(my actions,my future,my appearence..),but my motto is fake it till you make it,so feck other people,I can do whatever the hell I like and nobody's gonna stop me hehe😈🙈 Soo yes,I think that will be enough😂Thank you for your time and effort👐💕👐
A/N: I promise you fake it til you make it is 100000% good strategy and also i see feck are you from ireland
I pair you with.... The Attic Sandwich!
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Beel and Belphie would be perfect partners for you. The two of them balance each other out in many ways, and you fit right into that. They value the connection between them and because of it they don't expect to always be around each other. This connection extends to you. Beel takes you out to all sorts of places (usually ones where there's unique food) and would definitely have fun with some adrenaline rushes. It makes him forget about his hunger for a bit. Belphie is absolutely there for your sense of humor and he's very good at watching your depression and arranging something to cheer you up.
More Below the Cut!
The plot of the first 20 chapters is what really gets you close to these two. (Spoilers for that follow and in the last three bullet points) Beel opens up more and more to you, and just absolutely falls for you. Belphie gives us that sweet, sweet enemies to lovers trope. He becomes curious about you, especially with how smitten Beel is, and ends up falling along the way.
THIS is the cuddliest group to ever cuddle oh my goodness when you want snuggles you will have them
They adore just relaxing with you. The three of you become a pile on the couch while watching movies or other videos.
Beel will watch you scroll through tumblr while he engulfs you with his arms. Belphie somehow worms his way into yours and alternates between sleeping against your chest and watching your screen as well. You hear an occasional snort of laughter from him.
Beel is very emotionally intelligent, so he can quickly determine your mood and what he can do to help.
Belphie encourages you to break out of your shell and be yourself. He's very blunt about his opinion of other people lol
He finds himself staying awake longer with you just so he can hear you. He thinks you're hilarious, honestly, and loves talking with you.
When you throw yourself at Beel he catches you. He big and strong and loves affection from you. but also this happens https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NIhl1cW9Me8
Belphie thinks its the funniest shit he can't breathe
If you do it to Belphie honestly he just stands there - either to let you fall or cling to him like a koala. He looks so Done but I promise he loves it. He laughs at you either way. He saves hugs and cuddling for when laying in bed or sitting. Too tired to hold you.
They both understand needing space, and will often just go off and do their own thing. They have complete faith in your feelings for each other, and will never doubt that you love them.
At least not for needing alone time - Belphie has lingering guilt over plot but he tries to make up for it by protecting you.
The others in the house can't help but be reminded of the trio they were with Lilith as angels.
While it still hurts to remember, Beel and Belphie feel almost as if they've come home around you. A part of them that was lost is found again. 
Snippet!
Cleaning day is nobody's favorite, but least of all Belphie's. Too much work. Just don't take ou your stuff and then you don't have to clean it later, right? The problem to him seems to be all the time people spend awake and he shouldn't have to deal with it!
But cleaning day is a little better with Beel and Karo. With their laughs and energy. Usually seeing other people so active drained him, but not with those two. He watched as Karo danced around the room to the music she had put on, while she and Beel tidied up. It was frankly adorable, and best of all: Belphie wasn't expected to join.
He was happy to watch. He watched as Karo spun into Beel's side, surprising him and causing him to stumble before he laughed and swept her up into a spin together. He watched as Beel picked Karo up with ease to put something on the top shelves of the room. He watched Karo find pillows in all the nooks and crannies of the room, and he huffed and whined when she threw each one at him on the bed.
Belphie was on snack duty. In exchange for the two helping him with cleaning day, he was expected to provide the rewards. This was not a small feat when Beel was involved, but it was far better than cleaning.
"Hah! The closet is done!" Karo declared, brandishing her feather duster. "Snack us, Belphie!"
He couldn't help but chuckle. It was an awful phrase. Silly and stupid, but Karo's enthusiasm was just so contagious. 
"Good job. C'mere," he told them, reaching to his hoard of treats.
Karo practically jumped onto the bed, grinning at him, while Beel was close behind looking very expectant. Belphie hid the curling smile of his lips by lifting up a large bag. "The closet is the biggest monster of them all - so for defeating it, you two get this."
Karo gasped and Beel's eyes gleamed. "Oh, those are my favorite..." he said, already reaching out.
"Ah-ah," Belphie pulled the bag back, to be met with a pout from Beel. "You'll eat them too fast for Karo to get any, so we're gonna do something different."
"Different?" Karo asked. 
Belphie smirked and opened the bag, which led to a very audible tummy rumble from Beel. He and Karo couldn't help but laugh. He pulled out a snack - just one - and held it up. "Karo, say 'aaah'." 
She beamed at him and opened her mouth. "Aaah!" Belphie tried really hard to keep his blush down as he dropped the snack in her mouth. She was so darn cute about everything. 
"Now you give one to Beel."
"Just one?" 
"Just one," Belphie agreed, smirking at the pout.
It didn't last long though, as Karo held up the snack and said "aaah" to Beel. He eagerly opened his mouth for the treat, but shocked himself by blushing heavily once she leaned over to feed him. Karo didn't comment, but seemd to be rather proud of the fact.
Belphie fed her another, and she followed up with Beel - but Beel took her hand after stealing the snack from her fingertips. He couldn't help but kiss the palm of her hand. "You're... so cute," he mumbled. "I like this."
"I thought you would," Belphie said, pleased with himself. "Karo?" he held up another. 
She went for the treat, but instead he pulled it away, holding it above his head. "Beel gave you a kiss, don't I get one too?"
Karo paused and blinked before laughing and leaning in. "You're adding new rules," she told him. 
"Never said I couldn't," he answered, giving her a light peck on the lips before presenting her with the treat. The look of satisfaction in her eyes made his heart pound, and he could tell that Beel's was just as busy.
"My turn," Beel said quickly. Whether he meant for a snack or for a kiss... well. We shall see.
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monbangisland · 4 years
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WANT by Lala
Chapter II
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Y/N’s P.O.V
I woke up at the sound of keys in the door lock. It must be my roomie. I got up from my bed and took a quick glance in the mirror. The heck! I look horrible! Purple bags growing under my eyes due to the jet lag, messy hair and I really needed some waxing done all over my face. The door cracked open and this is how I was going to receive my new and maybe my only friend.
I heard footsteps and tires rolling across the little hall. I was still in my little space trying to hide, but it was impossible. 
“Hello? Is there someone in here?” - a sweet but manly voice called out. Wait… A-a man?? I was hoping for a girl to be my roommate. I mean I don’t have problems with having a boy as a roommate, but it’s not common. 
I walked to the door of my room and peeked to check if I was right. A guy with perfect slim body was standing in the middle of the living room, checking his phone. His blonde hair looked as soft as a baby’s hair and his lips were plump and rosy with expressive eyes. His skin looked so perfect, like angels would take care of it. Actually, he seems really handsome. He turns and finds me looking at him and smiles sweetly at me.
“Oh, there you are. Y/L/N Y/N it’s a pleasure to meet you” - he says coming closer  with a huge smirk on his face. When he was close enough, he bowed showing his respect. I bowed and smiled at him. He laughed when he looked at my shyness and pulled me into a tight hug. He smelled nice; his scent was sweet and citrus, it was perfect for him.
“Don’t be shy Y/N, we’re going to live together so we have to trust each other ok? I’m Park Jimin” - he pulled away and gave me a flirty smile. I blushed harder, causing him to burst into laughter. 
“Y/N sweety, you’re so cute” - he pinched my cheeks hard
“Ouch, it hurts” - I pouted.
He came closer to me. I stood there, completely frozen. He studied my face carefully, every single detail of it. After a few minutes, he finally spoke. 
“It looks like you need a long session at the spa and a whole makeover, bitch. Those bags under your eyes are killing your beautiful face and we’re starting Uni so if you want to find a man you gotta start making yourself look better. So, get your butt in the bathroom while I put my things in my room” - he turned around and left.
I did as he said, I went to my bathroom and showered. When I was done I went to my closet to look for something to wear. I chose an ochre crop top sweater, black high waisted ripped jeans and black leather ankle boots. I lightly blow-dried my hair and went to the living room. Jimin was already waiting for me.
“Well damn, this is what I’m talking about. Now come on, we’ll grab breakfast on our way to the spa. If we go now, we’ll be back in time for the welcome party” - we took our bags and left out apartment. 
Park Jimin was pretty interesting. He was part of the Arts College and dancing was his specialization. He was in the top three best students of the Arts College. Popular as fuck. Everyone wanted to be his friend and wanted to be with him. Even the women working in the spa got nervous in his presence. He was so flirty that they fell for him instantly.
When we were done he looked at me
“BITCH YOU LOOK DIVINE!” - I laughed at his reaction, he was covering his mouth with his hands and lifted his shoulders.
“Jimin, oh my God, Did I look that bad before?” - I asked pretending to be offended. 
“Believe me dear, you looked like a monkey” - he laughed dramatically. 
I looked at my reflection in the mirror. He was right. I looked completely different now. Due to the rushing of going here and there and my jet lag I didn’t have the chance to fix myself properly. I was about to begin a new chapter in my life looking like a complete disaster. But thanks to him, Park Jimin, I’m a brand new girl.
“Hey you, stop looking at yourself. It’s getting late” - Jimin said while taking my hand. 
We payed and headed out of the spa, going back to our campus. On our way back, we met a few of his friends. He politely introduced me to them. I saw different reactions: some of them greeted me and then started whispering about me to each other.  Some of them just said hi and left and some didn’t not even bother looking at me.
I was completely used to it. Jimin noticed that I wasn’t mad nor affected by their actions, he looked at me with curiosity and smiled. We were getting close to the Music College when he pulled me close and said to me “You can smile and talk to everyone but you can’t trust them” I looked at him and he winked at me. I smiled at him, knowing and understanding what he meant. 
Suddenly someone shouted his name, we both turned around to look at the person. It was a tall and slim guy with brown hair. He was wearing a jean jacket, loose jeans, a white t-shirt, converse, glasses and a huge smile. One of the things that called my attention was the dimple on his left cheek. He was pretty confident and elegant, but at the same time you could see he was a little clumsy. 
“Namjoon Hyung!” -Jimin greeted him happily. Namjoon came closer and gave Jimin a tight hug. It was like they hadn’t seen each other in ages. 
“Nice to see you again, bro” - said Namjoon smiling at Jimin. 
“How was your vacation in Italy?” - Jimin asked. 
“It was nice, my mom and my sister enjoyed going there. They didn’t want to come back, but we had to. And you, did you have fun in Japan?” - Namjoon asked Jimin with a teasing smile.
“Hyung, we’re talking about that later, with all the details” - Jimin said laughing. 
“Ok ok, anyway who’s this beautiful lady next to you?” - Namjoon asked looking and smiling at you
“Oh right, she’s Y/L/N Y/N. She’s from Y/C and she’s part of the new students in the Music College now. And… she’s my roommate” - Jimin said with a wide smile plastered on his face
“Why you always get cute roommates like her? This is unfair… it’s a pleasure to meet you Y/N, I’m Kim Namjoon” - he bowed and you did the same.
“The pleasure is all mine, Kim Namjoon” - I answered.
“Just call me Namjoon, we can be friends if you want” - he winked at me.
“I would love to” - I called smiling at him. 
“Well guys, I’ll leave you here. I must go to my College to the welcome party. See you later Y/N. Namjoon hyung, take care of her” - Jimin said giving me a hug and leaving.
“Come on Y/N, let’s get inside. The welcome party is about to start” - Namjoon said and we both started walking inside the building.
Namjoon asked me to sit down wherever I wanted. I sat at the end of the group of students. Only one person sat in the same line as me. It was a guy. I didn’t look at him, my eyes were fixed on Namjoon. I could feel his gaze on me though. When I looked back at him I realized that it was the guy from the other day, the guy from the coffee shop. He looked hotter today than that day but I just decided to ignore it and looked back at Namjoon.
Namjoon stood in front of the whole group of students, ready to give the welcome speech to the new students and to the ones that were ready to begin another semester in the college. He was the president of the student council in the Music College, everybody loved him. His words were really motivational and inspirational. When he finished the speech, cheers and applauses filled the room. He asked for silence because there was still a message from the director from the university that we must listen. The video was played and when it finished, the real party started.
Namjoon asked everyone to come to the centre of the hall. When we were all in the centre, we made little circles to share our names and our majors, this was a way of getting to know each other. As we were in the little circles, beers and soju started to roll all over the hall. As I needed help with talking and calming my nervous-self so  I took a bottle of beer and drank the half of it.
“Easy there, you could get drunk easily ” - A raspy voice said behind me
“What made you think I can get drunk easily?” - I asked. I turned around to face the source of the voice. Again, it was him, the guy from the coffee shop
“You don’t seem to be a lady that drinks too much” - he said taking a sip of his beer. 
“You don’t seem like a guy who talks too much” - I snapped back.
“Well, you got me there” - he laughed sarcastically.
He looked down at me. No, he didn’t look at me, he checked me out. He studied every single part of my body, licking his lips in the process. My cheeks turned red, I could feel how a strange and overwhelming feeling crossed all my body. I couldn’t let him know that he affected me that way.
“Hey, my eyes are here” - I said, making him look back at my face.
“I know” - he had a stupid grin on his face, I wanted to erase it so bad. 
“So, what were you looking at? Did you lose something?” - I asked. 
“No, but I did find something new” - he smiled proudly. I rolled my eyes and walked away, leaving him standing there, alone.
I drank the rest of the beer, dropped the bottle in the trash and looked for another one. I joined one of the circles and introduced myself. We greeted each other and when we were done the circle was undone. I clearly could notice the groups of friends that were already settled between the new students. The hall was just a small amount of people now and suddenly music started playing. The groups started to move and the hall turned into a dance floor.
Gosh, I love dancing. But it’s kind of weird doing it alone. I finished my second beer and looked around, feeling kinda lonely. I thought of joining Namjoon, but he looked really busy with a girl so I didn’t want to interrupt. I walked out of the hall and decided to go back to my apartment. 
“Going home so early?” - that raspy voice asked. He was leaning over the wall, outside the entrance of the building of the Music College
“None of your business” - I replied and looked at him
“I’m just trying to be friendly since you don’t know anyone in here, but if that’s how you treat everyone then…” - he said arrogantly. 
“I don’t think that checking me out is being friendly” - I brought back what happened earlier inside the welcome party.
“Are you telling me that I’m not allowed to check anybody out?” - he raised one eyebrow while speaking.
I couldn’t say anything. He was right, we all checked out someone, even girls do that. I stayed silent and looked at him. His smile, proud but small, was plastered over his pale and small face. His long black hair covered his small eyes, which at the same time were giving me the strongest and the most intense gaze I have ever faced in my whole life. 
“See, you know I’m right. I’m allowed to check you out. So why don’t you check me out? That way we are even…” - he suggested smirking.
“I-I won’t do that” - I replied nervously.
“That’s a shame, you’re losing an once in a lifetime chance” - he likes teasing me.
“Yeah maybe. I’ll regret it tomorrow, but for today I’m good. So if you don’t mind, I’ll get going” - I said and started walking
“Wait. You’re such a disrespectful brat” - he said shaking his head with disapproval.
“ME? what about you?” - I snapped angrily at him.
“We’ve been doing the whole ‘presenting each other’ thing the whole night, but you never told me your name, lady” - he took a sip of the bottle he was holding. 
“I won’t say my name if you won’t say yours” - I told him.
“Why do you want to know my name?” - he asked and laughed 
“Why do you want to know mine?” - I asked looking at him. He licked his lips and the weird overwhelming sensation of heat appeared again in my body.
“Just Curious”- He said. I didn’t said anything nor did he. 
We stood there looking at each other, waiting for one of us to give up. But he had something that was starting to drive this crazy sensation over and over again all over me. It’s like heat spreading, like if he has something that wakes a part of me that has been asleep for a long time. His scent was making me go crazy, I felt lost every time I smelt it. I was about to give up when he finally spoke.
“Min Yoongi” - he said with a tone barely audible.
“Pardon?” - I asked him.
“My name is Min Yoongi” - he said. 
“My name is Y/L/N Y/N” - I told him.
“Well Y/L/N Y/N. As you asked for my name, make sure to remember it clearly. And I’ll make sure you won’t be able to forget it either” - he said and winked at me. He started walking, leaving me there, astonished, in the middle of the night. 
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Ranma 2/4
Part  Two: Chapter 13 - 25
Unless someone comes up with a better name I’m sticking with this one
HOW tf is the principal crazier than before?!
Yup, spreading out the Kuno-Principal thing
Is Sasuke seriously an anime-only?!?
Like I said Ryoga needs to chill a little first
Main reason I don’t like Ukyo That scene where she blatantly states she’s fine with turning Ranma into something he’s not rather than helping him
(Ignoring the near constant amount of undermining his abilities)
“I’m gonna cheer him up” as she holds a sword! Why?!
 Ranma you dummy, hug Akane!
I hate this demon/ghost cat
Shampoo, you manipulative bitch
Akane learns to swim like a normal person
The lifeguard in me can’t do it
 The principal is background shenanigans
Totally forgot about the kid who wants to play video games and is “weak” bc of it
Definitely need to find a different reason tho
 Lazy little shits are a pain
Also his mom is crap
 Akane… why you be dumb?
 Weird Happosai is Santa plot…
What is with the Excalibur meets lucky 1000 meets fairy godmother?
Good news is, with what I’ve done to Kuno’s understanding of Ranma’s curse Ranma knows Kuno wouldn’t give him that wish and calls it quits sooner
Someone just needs to explain Ranma’s really confusing sense of morality to me
 Cuz it’s either on 110% or it’s nonexistent, now normally nonexistent is for Kuno but still
 Look Ranma’s got ego problems but he ain’t stupid
No betting the Tendo Dojo at five!
 On what planet is that a legal document?!?
Some1 tell me why Shampoo using Ranma as a stop ramp bugs me so bad
That mo when you can’t remember if the Hot Spring Challenge is when Ukyo met Shampoo in the anime…
I don’t think so…
Akane you made me need to google a word
That like never happens Ranma you idiot
So close but so far
So much more logic, thanks
I mean more insanity, but it explains why Ranma swapped clothes
Finally! Ranma apologizes
Jesus Christ someone would think I won the goddamn lotto with how loud I cheered when this happened
600% approve of this over what happened in the anime
Oof poor Ranma
Hahahaha in your face Shampoo, but I also think I know why Ranma chose it
Poor Ryoga
I KNEW this guy was coming I still hate it
YEET you can’t PAY ME to  do this arc
Look, is it the fact that I had etiquette and dance classes as a child and everyone assumed this is what it was like? Probably.
It wasn’t so I won’t.
Any1 else notice how Nabiki is one of the few ppl that uses she/her when Ranma is in his cursed form no matter what?
Why does this bug me?
Akane, stop beating Ranma up, honestly
This is closer to abuse rather than teasing
*sighs*
 Gotta work that out of the narrative, intentional or not
Every1 sayin she’s violent isn’t helping
Like I said really fucking morally GREY Nabiki
How grey can you go before you get black? 
 Let’s find out together
Can everyone PLEASE stop treating Ranma like an object?!
 I literally can’t tell if Nabiki is fucking Aro or not…
STRESS
Why is this so hard?!
I hate seeing Akane cry
I know she’s playing Ranma like a kazoo, but the point still stands
WHY ARE YOU TWO SO DUMB?!
Nope, nevermind it’s just Ranma that’s a fuckin idiot I blame Genma
No, I’m not kidding
*sighs* I don’t condone Nabiki doing this in any way just for the record THAT’S not an apology Ranma!
This mess is totally your fault Nabiki
STRESS
am I intentionally pointing out where this work of fiction is stressing me out since I’m now online schooling and suffering for it? Yes, fuck off.
 Actually, don’t.
But Fuck Covid19
Aww his hat’s back!
Why do I love his hat so much?
No, seriously Akane’s so cute!
Oooww tree
y’know the sec she realized what Ranma was doing Nabiki should’ve TOLD him!
Congrats Ranma ya got the wrong sis- I mean the right- but wrong- dammit y’know what I mean
Some1 give me a logical explanation for why Ranma goes on a date with a panda doodle, PLEASE
I do appreciate the epic battle background fight for the anime
Further proof that Happosai sucks
Manga name’s somehow less believable I think it’s the use of “snowman” rather than “yeti”
Did Soun just find out that Pchan is Ryoga, and say nothing?
Ooo, Imma commit arson
Remember when I said obey Physics and Medical, I meant it
Arson is wrong and I know this but “transgender bitch” crosses the line
I will do it
Shampoo is a fucking yandere psycho
Just sayin “we’ll see who can get him first” 
honestly, any other group and I’d be annoyed, but these four can’t work together for shit I
’m still pissed at Taro, but he can kill Happosai, please
I can’t tell if Shampoo, Mousse and Ryoga are being purposefully obtuse or not
I just reread their names I know the answer to at least two of them
Idk how I feel about Kuno-amnesia we’ll see
yep, Kuno gives me the creeps w or w/out his memories
kinda wish this was anime
jesus christ, poor Ranma
press f to pay respects for Ranma’s stomach
InstaRegret
 Also Ukyo’s assumption that some1 can make Ranma doing anythin he doesn’t want to is crap
Like HELLO! Wake up moron!
Nabiki, I mean this in the nicest way possible, shut the fuck up
You’re making it worse
Also TALK to each other you ding dongs!
OH RIGHT! I almost forgot about the biggest fucking insult that Ukyo said of her own freewill!
It also proves that she doesn’t know Ranma as a person AT ALL!
It’s not a pick one or the other kind of thing
The fact that she thinks Ranma would accept that is insulting
The fact that she thinks that is insulting and makes me hate the patriarchy
Again, treating him like a prize than a person
*tries not scream, sighs*
Nabiki, you’re the cause of at least 30% of the stress I get from this
You having feelings ain’t the fucking problem here Ukyo, you not acknowledging Ranma’s is
 I hate fake criers, anyone who does this I hate you
Always let others in on your plans, kids
When’s every1 gonna realize Ranma’s “wishy-washy” cuz no one’s ever committed to HIM before?
This episode confused me, I’m prepared to be MORE confused
Less confused, I’m surprised
 Gonsunkugi, you creep
There is SO much wrong with this
*shudders*
WHAT?!
Y’know I didn’t think Gosunkugi could surprise me, I was wrong
Happosai still sucks unfortunately for all of us he’s now weird on top of it
I love how much Ranma needs to be kicked in the teeth to get any character development out of him
Ryoga is my #1 choice for it, always
Ranma… why are you like this?
Genma, emotional range of a goddamn wall
I am jealous of Ranma’s brain
I could be SO mean with the Shishihokodan
Also, are they implying that Ryoga has depression?
Gimme Ranma’s brain
I won’t ask for his confidence cuz that’s impossible but I want his brain
In Akane’s defense, given what she knows she couldn’t’ve known how badly that would affect Ryoga
 I ain’t gonna say “leave Shampoo” cuz that’s cruel
I like the “turn into a Cat” rather than the “Can’t Cross” & the use of New Year’s rather than random but this still brings around the fact that she doesn’t LISTEN to him
Mousse you’re NOT helping in fact you’re actively making it worse did you miss when he said blatantly “I don’t wanna”
oh, sure, NOW you’re ok with it
ugh Mousse, you have a brain, I’ve SEEN you use it. Do so now.
This entire episode weirded me out
IDK if it’s the age-dff or the fact that he was makin it up and somehow everyone thought this was okay … 
I won’t YEET it but MASSIVELY change
heheheh
Light bulb
NOPE I’m keeping this surprise to myself
it was a rather sweet end tho
Oh, this episode is a mess and a half, honestly
Also Nabiki, congrats you’ve literally enabled a stalker S
o many laws are broken here
okay, so Kodachi not being in on Ranma’s secret after so long makes sense purely because she doesn’t go to their school
however, with what i’ve done to make Kuno marginally less dumb it makes a little bit less sense…
I literally hate Kuno with what I’ve done to his logic of Ranma’s transformation, but that’s the point Kodachi… how do I handle you… oh, duh!
Ok, so Kodachi is now also terrible
 I’m trying to figure out where this is in the plot since there is ZERO
Ok, there’s a LINE, Nabiki
This one would be touching, if it didn’t end the way it does
TALK gentlemen! 
It won’t kill you
Fuck a parent that says they’re not your parent for no reason, EVER
I am going to make this hurt
 Also gonna take out Genma’s fail at stealth
 Remember I said Akane’s going to learn to cook
heheheh
sorry, I just love this idea
Oh this is SO against the rules it’s not even funny
 tiny adjustment so they actually have quasi-competent referees
Crazy wants crazy?I won’t stop ‘em
I reiterate: CHEATING!
I am aware that the “ending” apparently sets them back to the start in terms of their relationship but I swear to God if they pretend shit like this didn’t happen I will scream
 Someone ships something other than Akane x Ranma PLEASE explain why/how
don’t ship bash but I would insight when you explain 
STICK TO CANON
please trust me, I’m a multi/poly/crack shipper
(for frame of reference to a bnha I ship DabiHawks)
I understand the appeal of Fanon
however, I would like to stick to Canon here
so no Fanon
Canon Only
Fully love that high kick
Genma shows Ranma’s secret here, but they already know… so… I shall find out
Ooo, you’re not getting out of this Ranma
Do you know how tempting it is for Akane to at least tell Ranma she’s a girl- oh wait gendered sports… right…
Ranma… 
if you didn’t realize it was Akane when she hit you for calling her klutzy I can’t help you
I want to commit arson at some of the comments…
but can confirm that these are HS boys
 Doesn’t mean I gotta like it
I was wondering how long I was going to have to wait before tearing into Nodoka
FINALLY
Took me WAY too long to remember that Nodoka calling Ranko tomboyish is due to how he speaks in Japanese
I’ll need to figure that out since… English
Can I explode on Genma’s choice to take Ranma at TWO?!
Can I further explode on both of them for making a TWO YEAR OLD “sign” a Seppuku Pledge?!
I hate both of them, honest
ALSO communication! 
Genma! Just fucking TELL HIM!
Making her transphobic is SO tempting
I don’t mean in a “i hate you” way I mean in a “I sheltered my whole life” way
 It’s still bad, and painful, but she can easily learn from that
Or be worse, this could go 2 ways
I feel so bad for Akane for this entire conversation
Also poor Ranma like ouch… 
 Awkward
I’m going to make this hurt something fierce
Slight change since I’m hoping Ranma isn’t as “peak fight or flight” by this point
Genma don’t be an asshole for FIVE MINUTES
Please, that’s all I want
If she doesn’t learn the truth before the end I will make a bad decision
Really, I will
Don’t kill Genma, you can’t
 Akane, don’t say like you wouldn’t… honestly
Don’t look a gift horse in the mouth, honestly, just look the other way Ranma
*sigh* 
Ranma…
See, this kind of crap here is why I really don’t like Cologne
any other day Akane’d be right
oof, that means he self aware that girls flock to him
I’m quite frustrated by that if I’m honest
Ranma is clueless about all the wrong things
I love him but God I wanna punch him sometimes
Why is there a swing from the ceiling?!
I had a jolt from the way they set that panel up, thanks
Are you trying to kill me?!
Thank you Cologne, now fuck off
Oh thank God, at least he learned
This is nonanime stuff so I have no clue what’s happening but anything to make Happosai miserable
I’m enjoying this immensely
 ugh, “think of it as a compliment” ghost
Eat me
 okay, yeah, as much as I want him dead, that’s worse
I’m glad he’s not a one-and-done character
I will forever ONLY call him Taro when it is NonDialogue
Wait Saffron as in big-bad Saffron?
I literally only know pieces of the end so I’m just pulling from what I know
Lol, wait… was that soldier Anime only too?
I almost liked you there for a sec Taro
Now I’m pissed again
bravo
Oh, YIKES
… if Ranma falls into the Spring of Drowned Twins would he split?
 I’m not going to DO IT, obviously!
I’m just curious okay… 
that answers that… and kills anyone other than Ranma’s plan to turn back to normal I hope everyone is aware of that
oof
Since when is there a castle on an island in Japan
tis just a scratch, I’ll admit that was funny
Ranma… your stomach gets you in so many problems
ok, that was wholesome
I approve
Okay, so my understanding is that Mrs. Tendo got sick, so I can understand the reactions to Kasumi
BUT I still find it odd because… well… anyone in my house gets sick and you mostly can’t even tell I mean, minus a worse attitude and a mask, other than that though, nope we keep ‘er movin’
 I’m moving this section sooner EVEN IF IT KILLS ME!
I like her mom’s cookbook tho
I could make a Ranma x Ryoga joke here, but I won’t
I also won’t make a Ranma x Ryoga joke chapter cuz I’m nice like that
Actually I might have no choice
I’m FINE just dying
 Help
my multishipper heart is dying here
 I love this
InstaRegret for THREE people
If nothing else, I’m impressed
(well three once Ranma’s back to normal)
I need help
Fangirling/Fanboying/Fanpeopling is dangerous folks, remember that
Poor Ryoga
Though I too feel that right now like where do I look because everything coming in at mach 6
I’m changing that one scene tho cuz I can’t justify the aftermath without it
This… is… weird to say the least
I feel like I should just expect anything with Gosunkugi remotely involved to be weird at this point
okay, not as weird as I expected
glad it was short tho
I think I am officially out of anime terf
YAY, new content!
This is why I ask about any ship that isn’t Ranma x Akane
Also, names?
That- that- that can’t... 
I DIDN’T NEED TO KNOW THAT!
EWWW
gross
WHY?!?!!
also, biology, that’s not how that works!!
You two ARE idiots
Ryoga you die I’ll kill you
Well… that hurt to see so quick…
Ranma, get up!
I officially hate this Herb guy
ok, so if you put HOT water in the ladle do you stay that way forever?
Alright! Way to go Ryoga!
I need to stop shipping Rivals it’s bad for my health
fucking eat it you dick!
 Poor Akane
nevermind, Ranma you idiot
awwwww
ok, so that whole no more Anime-content… I was wrong, and I admit that, but still
I’m just thinking of my bff when they realize she’s an adult cuz, yeah, she’s like that too
 except like physically an adult unlike tiny-Hinako
 oh MY GOD Ukyo you’re driving me up the goddamn wall I swear!
THANK YOU AKANE!
 “You’re all Ranma’s fiancées” when only one of them actually is 
GIANT SIGH OF ANNOYANCE
Ranma, learn to communicate, PLEASE!
Okay… so is this where they figured it out or are some ppl still in the dark?
TIMELINE!!
Honestly, mood Ranma, mood
This entire plot line confuses me if I’m being totally honest
I mean I live for the Akane focus, but there are so many better ways to do this
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Breaking Point
Stray Kids AU: 10th member
Tori x Stray Kids
Tori and Chan hit a point that they never wanted to hit.
A/N: I hope you all enjoyed this! *evil laugh*
Requests are Open! Submit them! I need them!
Masterlist and other Follow Me links in bio!
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“You have to pronounce it clearly.”
“I am pronouncing it clearly!” Tori snapped.
Changbin sighed and turned to Chan. “I don’t think this is going to work.”
Chan sighed and looked up from his computer. It seemed that every time Tori had spoken to the leader in the past few days, he’d been working away on his computer. 
“It has to work.” He said simply. “Try again.”
Changbin gave Tori a look, causing her to sigh and take a deep breath. She needed to get through this, which meant practicing again and again.
She launched into the exercise for the eighth time that night, stumbling exactly where she had been the entire night, on the third verse.
“Tori, you have to enunciate it.” Changbin said seriously. “You’re never going to get it if you don’t.”
“Changbin, I am telling you, I can’t do this.” She pushed her hair out of her face. “I wasn’t meant to be a rapper.”
“You’ve rapped before!”
“Once! The start to District Nine. That’s not exactly spitting fire.”
“Chan!” Changbin turned around. “You have to help me here.”
“I can’t!” He exclaimed. “I have other things to deal with right now.”
“Chan, can we please just leave the song the way it was? I can’t do this.” Tori begged.
“No. We can’t.” He said sternly. “Because we put the album in to get approved and they decided that the line distribution for Miroh is off. And short of rewriting it all we can do is get you to do some rapping. So that’s what you’re going to do.”
“But we have a week and I don’t know how.” She said desperately.
“Learn.” 
Tori dropped her pen on the desk and stood up. “No. Take some interest in teaching me. Don’t force Changbin to do it. I get it Chan, you’re stressed. But you know how to solve your problem. I have never learned how to solve mine. Don’t be a jerk about it.”
Chan swallowed, able to tell from her stance that she was not going to back down. “Changbin, can you give us a moment.”
“Thank you.” Changbin mumbled. “Yeah, I’ll be in the hall.”
He closed the door behind them, leaving Tori staring down at Chan, a glare painted on her face.
“You’re being ridiculous.”
“Your expectations are ridiculous.”
“Is it too much to ask that you devote yourself fully to this group?” Chan snapped.
Tori’s mouth dropped open. “When have I ever not devoted myself to this group?”
“I don’t know, Tor.” He looked back at his computer, trying to avoid her eyes. “You’re always off with Zoey, now you aren’t even willing to try something new for us. It’s not hard to see that you aren’t fully invested.”
“Not fully-” She kicked the table, forcing his attention back to her. “I have gone on stage with concussions and injured legs and without sleeping. I have stayed up late with you a thousand times. I have been late for one practice in my entire life and YOU TOLD ME I COULD WORK WITH ZOEY!”
Chan bit his lip. “Maybe I was harsh. But we need you to rap.”
“And I’m asking you to teach me, because I’m scared.” She grabbed her phone. “But why would you waste your time on someone who isn’t fully devoted to the group, right?”
“That’s not what I meant.” He insisted.
“No. It’s what you said.” She turned for the door. “Don’t wait up.”
She stormed past Changbin, leaving both of the boys calling after her as she marched past the elevator and to the fire exit. Anything to get away from this sooner. 
The second she was outside, she realized she didn’t know where to go. She couldn’t go home, because Chan would eventually show up and try to talk it out. While she knew he would never intentionally hurt her, she wasn’t about to forgive him easily for what he’d said.
Tori’s feet started walking without her even thinking about it, her mind too clouded with other thoughts.
When had she not been devoted to the group? She’d always been there. For the boys when they needed her to help them and when the fans needed her to be one stage. Was she not doing enough?
Her feet landed her in front of a familiar door, one she’d only been to once before.
She stepped inside, sighing at the cool air that seemed to someone physically calm her temper. Though that left room for the sadness that had been railing against her anger. The gaming cafe was dimly lit, with its few occupants focused on the computer screens in front of them.
Tori stepped up to the desk, feeling herself start to breakdown. “Is there a private room available?”
“Sure.” The man at the counter grinned. “I’ll put you in the third door on your left. Everything is set up. Do you need drinks or-”
“I’ll be fine. Thank you.” Tori stepped past him, eyes trained on the floor as she tried to blink back tears.
The room that she stepped into had a leather couch, facing a large screen with various video game consoles in front of it. She ignored them and sat on the couch.
She let the tears fall, burying her face in her hands as she tried to slow down her breathing.
She couldn’t be alone right now.
Her hands reached for her phone, dialling the first person she could think of. Who wouldn’t try to mother her like Zoey would, or who wouldn’t let Chan know what was going on.”
The phone rang twice before someone picked up.
“Tori?” A cheerful voice rang through. “What’s up?”
She choked on a sob. “Dino?”
“Yeah?” His voice instantly turned serious. “What’s wrong? Are you okay?”
“I-I’m sorry. This was stupid. You’re probably busy and I-”
“I’m not too busy for whatever this is.” He promised. “What happened?”
“I don’t know. I got in a fight with Chan and I can’t go back because I don’t know what to do and I-”
“Where are you?” Dino asked, keeping his voice slow to try and calm her.
“In the video game cafe. The one we went to.”
“I’ll be there in a half hour, okay? Don’t go anywhere.”
She sniffled. “I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be sorry. I’m on my way. “I’ll even sneak in food, okay?”
She smiled despite herself. “Yeah, that sounds good.”
She hung up the phone, forcing herself not to count the seconds until he showed up, and unable to stop the tears that still flowed freely down her face.
Her phone, discarded on the table, continued to ring.
Missed Call: Binnie
Missed Call: Hyunjin Oppa
Missed Call: Aussie Doodle
Missed Call: Baby
Missed Call: Leader
Missed Call: Leader
Missed Call: Leader
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Something really bummed me out so when life gives you lemons… write stuff about it right? I admit this is more of a... “I just want to comfort myself” fic or Drabble but I still wanted to share
How would RGB comfort their crush in certain situations. Scenario is overthinking another person’s reaction. I have a preference for writing scenarios where the reader is the crush rather than an established relationship (BECAUSE I LOVE THE PINING. Its my favorite trope flavor!!), hmmmmmmmmmmm….
Also warning... I give really stupid nicknames, you’ll know what I’m talking about soon.
Python
Python tried as his best to read the message displayed on your screen as objectively as he could. He didn’t know your childhood best friend personally so there was hesitation on his end to say anything negative about them. He glanced at you sitting on the bleachers, then returned his focus on message.
You: sent an image
You: BESH! BESH! remember that competition I joined??? the writer’s thingy! well I WON. i thought i’d get an honorary mention but i got first place!
Their response came after thirty minutes
Besh<3: oh that’s great congrats
A bit dry, even for him, but he wasn’t about to jump to conclusions. You on the other hand rode that overthinking train hard and fast. More tears started streaming down your face, your sleeves could barely keep up with their flow.
“Maybe I’m overthinking things. I just I don’t know…” you managed to say through the stream of tears. “Ya expected a different reaction?” you nodded at his input.
He rubbed the back of his neck, he hated seeing you cry, double this time around since that writer’s competition meant a lot to you. Python witnessed how much effort you put into your submission, you even asked him to read it. You had talent, he’d told you time and time again but you always second guessed yourself.
Getting you to join the competition was a collective effort from him, Forsyth, Lukas, and your best friend, so even he was stumped with their flat reaction. He handed your phone back and pulled out a few more tissues, wiping your tears with them. “Geez sunshine, I ain’t gonna pretend I know what’s up with your bestie.” He sat himself right beside you on the bleachers, shoving his hands into his hoodie pockets. “Maybe you could ask them later? Get their side of the story first, I get that this stings. This is your big win and you wanna celebrate it with them.”
“Am I being selfish? I want them to be happy with me, for me. Maybe I’m asking too much? Maybe… my win means nothing…”
“Hey.” You turned your attention to him, more tears streaming down your face. Python reached out and wiped  away the waterworks as best he could while a sigh escaped his lips. “You worked your butt off for that piece, its your time to shine, and shine you did. A victory party is in order, enjoy yourself, easier said than done given the situation but sunshine… don’t let one person rain on your parade m’kay?” he opened his arms slightly, motioning if you wanted a hug. You went in for a quick side hug then pulled away. “Sunshine…” he lightly tapped his knee against yours a few times “I ain’t the best stand-in for your best friend but I’m here for you. We could grab a bite to eat after class. Let’s drag Fors and Lukas into our little celebration if you’re up to it eh? Whaddya say?” he tapped his knee against your while wiggling his eye brows at you.
Hard to refuse that offer, seeing how much effort Python put into cheering you up. Your schoolmate always looked overworked and tired, a bit grumpy too. Like if you wasted his time he wouldn’t hesitate to tell you off but after getting to know him, he really did care about his friends and was supportive in his own special way. “A little party sounds like a great idea Py…” talking to him lifted some of the anxiety and sadness you were feeling, its nice to be reminded that there are other people out there who are rooting for you.
Later that night, after the victory party, you followed Python’s advice and calmly messaged your best friend.
You: hey besh, i want to talk to you about something , its been on my mind for awhile
It took a while for them to respond
Besh<3: what about?
You: remember when I texted you about my win? i don’t want to sound demanding but i just want to be honest. i was kinda disappointed with your response. kinda expecting you to be happier for me but something tells me you have something on your mind… you wouldn’t reply like that to me.
Besh<3: …
Besh<3: oh besh… i just didn’t want to ruin your moment. i really am happy for your win but a lot of things happened around the time you messaged me.
You: hey… talk to me okay? what’s going on?
Besh<3: well… we rushed Gouda to the vet cause he just refused to eat anything
Now that made sense, Gouda was their cat they’d had for as long as you could remember, no wonder they weren’t as enthusiastic.
Besh<3: vet said it could be old age and we might have to put him down
Besh<3: i really wanted to be happy for you. i’m so sorry, i should’ve tried to be happy for you. please forgive me…
You: WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT!?
You: OMG BESH, Gouda is  family! No! No! don’t apologize, you had a lot going on. i should apologize for not checking up on you first
Besh<3: i’m sorry…
You: i’m sorry too… i felt like something was off with your message but i went ahead and started overthinking things
Besh<3: i don’t want to play blame games besh but i am happy you opened up to me about your feelings. this could’ve been avoided if i’d been more open about what was going on my end
Besh<3: i just want you to know i’m so happy for you
Besh<3: you worked hard on that and you deserve first place
You: ;A; BBBBBEEEEEEEEESSSSSH!!!! i’m sorry for not checking up on you first
You: i want to give you a hug so bad right now! is it alright to ask about Gouda? its totally fine if you don’t want to talk about him. wanna FaceTime? i’m here for you okay, need to cry it out over the phone id gladly listen okay?
They FaceTimed you, you both had a good cry and talked for over an hour. That call made you feel a lot better and they promised to keep you updated on Gouda’s condition.
AAAsunshine: hey py-py thanks for cheering me up. talked to my bestie, they had some stuff going on but we sorted it out
mightyanaconda: glad to hear it sunshine and happy to help
AAAsunshine: ill see you at school tomorrow, night cobra
mightyanaconda: ugh… i have to see your face again tomorrow??
mightyanaconda: JK
mightyanaconda: ait see ya and sweet dreams sunshine 😘
mightyanaconda: btw just wanna say this. congrats on your win sunshine. ya worked hard and you deserve the win m’kay? yar a winner sunshine
AAAsunshine: ooooh praise from you??
mightyanaconda: heh savour it, praise from me is worth more than bitcoin 😎
AAAsunshine: 😒😒😒
AAAsunshine: wow such praise much wow. anyways, thanks again cottonmouth. night night
mightyanaconda: happy to serve… i guess. Sweet dreams 😉😘
Forsyth
Fosryth couldn’t have been happier for you, while you didn’t win the school talent show both the Glee club and Chorale group were battling it out to convince you to join either of them. All you wanted to do in that moment was to savour your accomplishment. Stage performance had always given you anxiety but their was this desire in you to perform as well. Fosryth, your sister, Lukas, and even Python had advised you to give it a shot, you had talent after all and that was worth sharing with the world.
You couldn’t help but smile at both the Glee and Chorale leaders but “I’ll have to think about it” was your response to their passionate invitations, Forsyth had to politely ask them to leave after they’d begun heckling you once more.
Once your “recruiters” left you poked Forsyth on the cheek “Thank you Fors.” You said in a sing-song manner, he came in for a big hug “Congratulations! I haven’t the clue why you didn’t win first place!! But you were amazing on stage!” he released you and took the guitar case from you.
“Oh you exaggerate! But I’m glad that’s over with, it wasn’t so bad.” You giggled to yourself “I might even try it again.”
You could feel Forsyth beaming with excitement “If that’s the case, the next time we have school event and in need of an intermission number you’ll be first on the list! I promise that! Why I’ll even plan more school events so you can perform more!!” he balled his fist in excitement. Without skipping a beat Forsyth changed the direction of the conversation “Oh! Do you want to stop by the café before going home? Just a small celebration, I know you must be tired but I’d really like to celebrate…” he paused for a bit, a very faint blush painting his cheeks ”… This with you.” He finished his sentence sheepishly
Either you were too dense or didn’t want to color Forsyth’s thoughtfulness. He treated everyone cordially and was always happy to help so you had assumed he was this nice to everyone. You felt your phone buzz in your pocket, making you focus elsewhere.
mightyanaconda: sent a video
mightyanaconda: here’s a short video of your number bubbles, its got all the good bits in it
mightyanaconda: if ya want the full vid let me know
bubz: thank you python~
Your sister had always been your supporter ever since you were children. She wasn’t musically gifted herself so when you picked up singing and guitar, she backed you up by 2000%. That video would thrill her
You: sent a video
You: hey sis eat your heart out, your younger sibling’s a star!!
Focusing your attention back on Forsyth who’d been waiting patiently for your response, he gripped the handle of your guitar case nervously “I’m so sorry Forsyth.” you rubbed his arm “Python just send me the vid. I just had to send off to my sister right away about the café thing, I’d love to but don’t you want to drop off the guitar case at my place first?”
“Oh oh! Don’t you worry about me! I can carry this around.” He lifted the case like a dump bell. You silently admired how he had just flexed his rather toned arms at you but you more worried about accidentally breaking the guitar.
“I’m sure you’ve lifted heavier things Fors but I’d like to keep that as safe as possible? Minimize chances of damage.” He turned beet red. “I didn’t mean to-! Your things are important and I’d want to avoid anything that would damage-“ you pressed two finger on his lips “I get it Forsyth, its fine.” You smiled to reassure him
You set your case at the corner of your apartment’s living room and decided to check your phone as you made your exit. “Weird.” You thought, your sister had seen your message but no response came. Was your performance so dazzling that it left her speechless? You were sure the green haired bouncing ball of energy outside would agree but something about this didn’t settle well with you. Flipping through your contacts, you dialed your sister’s home phone right away but there was no answer. Your face began to dark as you stepped out the door, greeting Forsyth with a serious expression.
“What’s wrong?”
“Maybe I’m just overthinking things but she hasn’t responded to me, I wonder if she’s okay?”
“Your sister I take it?” you nodded in response while you gave her cellphone a ring. Your call went straight to voice mail that prompted you to give her a call a few more times. After six called she finally picked up
“What do you want?” that’s not the greeting you had hoped for, she sounded really irritated
“Uh…” there was a negative vibe that seeped through the call but you tried your best to remain chipper “I sent you the video of my number for the talent show. I did it! Finally –“ you heard an exasperated sigh from the other side, stopping you from saying anything else.
“Look… you picked a really bad time. I’m just not in the mood right now okay?” that broke your heart, you were expecting her to be happier and excited like Forsyth but that wasn’t the case. Sadness and disappointed slowly began turning into mild anger.
“I don’t get you… you’ve been pushing me to do this since we were kids and now you just…”
She cut you off with another sigh that was much louder “I told you now is a bad time okay? Just leave me alone for a bit okay!?” and with that your sister hung up.
Forsyth tried his best to fish out his tissues to catch your falling tears but you’d already started crying a river.
He wasn’t sure how to comfort you, he had no words and he was careful not to say anything mean or negative about your sibling. The only thing he could offer you was a hug and you clung to him, crying it out into his shoulder.
“I shouldn’t be this upset!” you were a blubbering mess “Its just a stupid performance, I’m blowing it out of proportion like a spoiled brat!!”
“Its understandable that you’d be upset. Your performance is NOT stupid or unworthy of praise! Don’t discredit yourself like that!” he hugged you even tighter, he could feel you getting hiccups from crying so much.
You pulled away, wiping both tears and snot off your face with another tissue. Your living was now littered with used tissues and another one was added to the pile “Was it wrong for me to expect her to be happy for me?”
“NO!” he shook his head furiously “I don’t know what’s going on with your sister but…” he took a long pause to gather his thoughts “You were amazing while you were performing. You’ve got both the talent and the passion for it, it really shows. The way you put so much effort when you practice and the emotion your voice carries when you sing. A voice like that should be shared with the world if you ask me so I’m really happy you went ahead and performed in spite of your nervousness. I’m really, truly proud of you.” He hugged you again, it was warm, sincere, and comforting. “I’ll… always be one of your adoring fans.”
Forsyth realized how over the top and mushy what he just said was, his face burned. “I-I-I know what else we can do to help you feel better! We never got to go to café, I’ll step out for a bit and grab some food there! I’ll come back of course!” he quickly let you go, grabbed his jacket and made a mad dash for the door. He was redder than a tomato, heart drumming rapidly against his chest.
You had very little time to process what had just happened, right on cue your phone started buzzing. You checked the screen and saw your sister’s name, you took a deep breath before answering the call.
“He-hello?”
“Hey… I’m really sorry about earlier. You could tell I was angry but I shouldn’t have taken it out on you.”
You felt the tears well up once more “I should’ve been more sensitive to you, I could tell by your voice you weren’t in the mood, should’ve just given you sometime and talked to you once you were ready.”
“Nope kiddo, this is all on me. I suck at being your number 1 fan but I’m proud of you. You’ve moved on from singing on top of the bed to singing on an actual stage.” That was fond childhood memory, you both would pretend your parents’ bed was a stage or stadium, and you lip sync to your favourite songs while your sister pretended to be a fan in the crowd. “I watched the video, its not the full video so you better send me that so I can put that on repeat! You did an even better job at the song than the original artist! Can I put it on my tiktok and make you famous?” you could tell she was doing her best to make up for her outburst a while ago.
“Aw c’mon that’s laying it on too thick.” You breathed in deeply as you held the phone closer to your ear “Hey… I am worried about you, you know that right? So what’s up on your end?” you heard her scoff on the other side
“Don’t worry about that for now, I’ll fill you in later. I don’t want to think about anything negative and just want to celebrate this with you!” a beat passed “Also… I’m really curious who that green haired guy is in the video… your boyfriend? When did you learn to keep juicy secrets from me?”
Boyfriend? Green hair? Only Forsyth came to mind and then the memory of him holding you close and getting all sappy a while ago rushed through head. A hot blush raged across your face “He-HE isn’t my boyfriend!” you managed to sputter out
“Hohoho! He seems quite taken by you!” the relentless teasing continued
“What makes you say that?!” you tried to fan yourself to calm down the blush.
“Seriously? You saw the video right?”
Actually, you hadn’t watched the video of your performance. You swiped out from the call and checked the video Python had sent you. It started normal enough, you in frame, the video would cut out to a different portion of your performance but one segment really stood out. Who would’ve guessed that Python would mischievously add a clip of his best friend gushing about you.
“Oh…” you heard Forsyth sigh affectionately in the video “They sound like an angel Python. I can’t take my eyes off them… I could watch and listen to them all day and night…” the video transitioned back to you on stage.
You could hear your sister making kissy sounds on the other side of the line while laughing hard. Embarrassed beyond reason, you tried your best to clear things up with your sister. Forsyth could come back any minute with the food and you didn’t want to get caught talking about him. Your sister continued to tease you and ask you to call her back once you were done with your “date”. Circumstance must’ve been playing tricks on you, Forsyth so conveniently returned at that moment with food.
“Hoh? You left the door unlocked? I’ve returned with food though, sorry I took so long. I passed by another shop and bought you something from there as well.” You could hear your sister cackling maniacally before hanging up. Keeping calm after seeing the video was going to be challenge but you managed to have a small food party and update Forsyth that you and your sister were okay now. As it was getting late, he said he’d have to go but not before giving you one last hug. You bonked yourself on the head for being so oblivious to the possibility of him having feelings for you.
Superman: Happy to announce I’ve made it back home!  I’m glad I was able to cheer you up even a little bit. I’m even happier to hear you’ve spoken to your sister. 
You: Glad you’re home safe! Thanks Forsyth, I’d probably be sulking all night long if it wasn’t for you
Superman: I’d do anything to cheer you up. I’ll even act like a clown if it means putting a smile on your face!
You: Don’t over do it green bean.
You: Oh, I spoke with my sister. Apparently, she lost her job that’s why she was all bummed out.
Superman: !!!
Superman: Maybe I could help her out with job hunting? Although my contacts are from around our area, is she particular about the location?
You: Thanks Fors but my sis has a plan and sent her resume to several prospective employers. I appreciate the effort and concern though
Superman: Well anything to help you out
Superman: I mean anything to help someone in need out
You: I’m heading in for the night. Forsyth, thank you so much for being there for me, you’re the sweetest and the best. Night night. 😙
Superman: 😳
Superman: Sleep well and sweet dreams, can’t wait to see you tomorrow!
Superman: UH I mean, its always great to see you because I know you’re okay and not sick… and… and
Superman: You know what… I’ll just stop talking… Good night.
Lukas
“I wouldn’t lie to you.” Lukas gave you a gentle smile “I read your paper, your passion and grasp of the topic shined through. Professor Evans echoes my opinion, you wrote an excellent paper.” You couldn’t help but stare at the post-it your professor stuck on your hard copy.
“Your final research summary paper was an excellent application of all the concepts we’ve learned in class. I want to congratulate you on your effort and dedication, you’ve earned the A+ and, if you’d allow me, I’d like to add your work to a journal I’m working on. You will be fully credited of course, its just my personal collection of student’s work.”
You’d lost count at how many times you’d re-read the note, how many times you’d replayed the commendations. The high you were feeling was difficult to complain and you found yourself tugging Lukas’ sleeve “You helped me too! You proofread my drafts and pointed out areas of improvement. Professor also commended your paper!” he shook his head in response
“My input was probably only worth two-percent of your mark, everything else was your hard work. With that being said our A’s could only mean we’ve passed the course with flying colours.”
“That calls for a celebration! So another coffee party or…” you fished out your phone and hurriedly looked up something up “Do you want to try this place out?” he inched closer to you to look at your screen “This place has started selling coffee jelly but they’ve got other items on the menu.”
His eyes perked up at the word “coffee”, his favourite “drug” of choice “I do like the sound of that, I’ll just drop off something at the learning center and we can head out. I believe you don’t have anymore classes for the day?” you gave him a thumbs up in response and told him you’d wait for him outside the school. Perfect opportunity for you to text your cousin about your “little” academic victory. You’d always been close with your cousin, granted that you grew up together. Both of you lived in the same area, so you’d alternate sleepover parties in each other’s houses. For college though, you’d gone to different institutions, you’re cousin chose a place in your hometown while you went to a busier city’s university. Though you’d gone different paths, you still texted each other almost everyday
YouAbu: Cuz! I got an A+ on my final psych paper! When I visit for break you better treat me to pizza!
kingkong: What’s new? You’ve always been the smarter one so that isn’t news to me heh 😜
YouAbu: LOL What’s with that? You can’t weasel your way out of treating me with pizza!
kingkong: uh 🤨 why would I reward something that comes naturally to you? Learn to drive stick then come back to me xD
YouAbu: whatever 😒… you owe me pizza🍕🍕
What was that about? Everything your cousin said just irritated you for some reason. Granted they always had a certain “edge”, as you would describe it, in the way they talked that didn’t really bother you because you’d gotten used to it through the years. But something about this situation coupled with what they said irritated you.
Lukas was far too preoccupied trying to read your mood than enjoy his coffee jelly. He watched as you playing with the metal straw in your mouth as you drummed your fingers on the table. He cleared his throat to break the silence “Something’s bothering you I take it, I’m all ears if you’re willing to share.”
Pushing the metal straw away with your lips as you let out a dry laugh “Last time I checked I’m the one studying therapy…” he quirked an eyebrow at your response but continued to observe you, the way Lukas would look at other people, it always seemed like he was putting others under a microscope. You’d grown used to that habit of his, you didn’t find it off putting at all. “Have you told your family about you’re A?” you quickly changed the subject
“I doubt they’d care. You know my older brother wants nothing to with me, my father on the other hand would simply respond with something along the lines of getting good marks are what’s expected of me.” He gave a smile, the kind that was all show, the kind that masks something underneath.
You could relate to his situation at the moment “I know how that feels…” you took a long sip of your drink “I thought this person would celebrate with me but their reaction simply irritated me.” Stirred your drink with the straw
“Sounds like we only have each other to celebrate our personal victory.” He leaned in a bit “If it helps you take the edge off things, I don’t mind you venting to me.” You slid your phone to him, the exchange between you and your cousin on the screen. Lukas read through it, took a quick glance at you before closing his eyes with a sign. That was your cue, he signalling you to start venting.
“I just… everything they said rubbed me the wrong way. Especially that bit about me getting A’s expected, I don’t just sit down ,write a test or paper then manifest an A.” you tapped the table as you spoke “Good grades don’t just ‘come naturally’ to me Lukas neither does it ‘come naturally’ to you.” you crossed your arms in front of your chest with a huff.
Lukas would be lying if he said he didn’t understand how you felt. “You don’t like it that people have a certain expectation of you.” You nodded in response “But you did expect your cousin to react in a certain way, did you not?” you flashed an angry look at your companion. Did he just defend your cousin? “I don’t mean to exacerbate your irritation. What your cousin just said, that good grades come naturally to you and are to be expected of you, failed to consider all the hard work and effort you put into your studies. As you said, we don’t just sit down and conjure up A’s.”
“What are you getting at Lukas?”
“I don’t know your cousin as personally as you do but I think they’re unaware that you find such comments disagreeable.” He tilted his head
“They’ve known me since we were kids.” He noticed your shoulders tense up as you said this
“You thought they’d react in a certain way and they thought you’d be okay with a comment like that.” He took a bite of his coffee jelly “The best option to take is to talk to them and let them know how they made you feel. The fact that you’re reacting this way, I can only wager a guess that your cousin means a lot to you and you put a great amount of trust in them.”
“Lukas… you’d make a good counsellor.” To which he shrugged “You don’t believe me? Would I lie to you?”
“You wouldn’t… I trust you a great deal, so my expectation is you wouldn’t say anything to deceive me.” He glanced at you before flashing a faint yet genuine smile. This was a rare occurrence, Lukas was showing vulnerability. Though he was very popular and well-liked in school, he didn’t have many friends and had trouble connecting with others. Something you’d observed was that he kept a lot of people at arm’s length and never truly opened up to anyone.
He looked at your sincerely “I think you need to hear this again. Don’t let the words of others undervalue your effort. You are a responsible, intelligent, and a hardworking person, I’m witness to those virtues and I admire you for them. All your successes happen by your own hand and not because you were born to succeed.” After speaking, he clinked his glass to yours. “So for now, let’s ignore those people who don’t understand and let’s celebrate our hard work?”
A smile cracked through your face, Lukas was right. It wasn’t fair to yourself, letting the words of others get you down and spoiling your day. “Thanks Lukas, I’m glad you’re here to celebrate with me.”
YouAbu: could we talk for a bit? You said something awhile ago that didn’t settle well with me
kingkong: yeeesh I treat you to pizza m’kay?
YouAbu: its not that, you said good grades are expected of me and that really irritated me for some reason
kingkong: but you’re smart
YouAbu: Cuz… I’m not just smart. I study really hard and put in a lot of work into my schooling. It really hurt me that all my effort was just swept under the rug. I might be coming off as sensitive but I just wanted you to know how I feel
The text bubbles below kept appearing, as if they were typing and re-typing what they wanted to say. Took a minute for them to respond
kingkong: just… growing up you always got good grades and made it look so easy but now I realize its not easy. You were always reading books or going over school stuff
kingkong: and I gotta admit… I was kinda jealous of you’re A+ and let the green-eyed monster talk for me… I’m sorry
YouAbu: Hey… we’re cool and if you ever got the impression that I was showing off or something, I’m sorry for that
kingkong: I don’t mean anything bad with what I’m about to say but cuz, you were born to stand out ya know? You’re smart, killer work ethic, and have a way with words. You’re not showing off, you’re just dazzling peeps by being you
YouAbu: You are laying it on thick there cuz, you might just get away from treating me to a pizza
kingkong: HAHAHAHA that was the plan! But, when you get another A+, what should I say to you?
YouAbu: nothing, just gimme a pizza
kingkong: that’ll break the bank cuz, maybe for every four A+’s I’ll treat you to a pizza
You: Hey Lukas thanks again for cheering me up and offering a different take on the situation
LukaJava: That’s no problem, I’m always here for you. How are you and your cousin if you don’t mind me asking?
You: We talked things through and they understood where I was coming from. We had a good laugh after
LukaJava: (“⌒.⌒”)
LukaJava: Glad to hear it
You: Hey Lukas, I didn’t get to say this cause I was so caught up with my troubles
LukaJava: ( ・◇・)?
You: I’m proud of you for getting that A+. We both put our blood, sweat, and tears into our final papers and got our hard earned grades. I know you have a complicated relationship with your family and you don’t open up to a lot of people but I’ll always be here when you need someone to share your achievements with okay?
LukaJava: ೕ(˃̵ᴗ˂̵ ๑)
LukaJava: That’s music to my ears. I don’t open up to a lot of people, that’s correct, but I consider you to be one of my closest friends. Your support, friendship, and understanding is worth more than gold to me.
LukaJava: Its getting late though, if my memory serves me well, you have a class tomorrow morning. Best we call it a day. Good night and sweet dreams
LukaJava: |[(*´ェ`)]|zZZ
You: Okay Lukas! See you tomorrow, good night and sweet dreams
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Kit Kat Girl Number One (1/1) - schitt’s creek ff
Summary:  The story of the Schitt's Creek production of Cabaret told from the point-of-view of Kit Kat Girl Number One. (ao3)
Twyla/Kit Kat Girl No. 1 (mostly an original character); Patrick/David also although mostly in the background. For @thedidipickles​. Rated Teen, 4500 words.
I named the character of this Kit Kat Girl after Jade Whitney, the dancer who played her. If you haven't seen Jade dancing on her instagram, what have you been doing with your life? Thanks to the Rosebudd denizens for cheering me on!
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The flyer for Cabaret auditions hung in the foyer of Jade’s Elmdale dance studio, but she wasn’t the one who noticed it — her eyes had always dragged over that cacophony of colorful paper without really seeing any of it. It was her friend Seo-yeon who pointed it out as they left their hip hop class, Jade already dreading her drive back home.
“Oh, I love Cabaret,” Seo-yeon said, looking at the bulletin board while Jade bent down to re-tie her sneaker. “We should audition.”
Jade wrinkled her nose. “Are you suggesting that we do a musical? You and me?” She stood up and shouldered her bag. “I don’t know if the Elmdale Community Players can handle us.”
“It’s not in Elmdale, it’s in the Creek.”
“Oh, even better.” Jade stepped over and joined her friend next to the wall of flyers. “Schitt’s Creek community theater. Yikes.”
“Don’t be an asshole, Jade. It might be fun. You were just saying how bored you are.”
Jade sighed, fiddling with the strap of her bag. “I can’t sing.”
Seo-yeon whipped around and frowned at her. “You can sing; I’ve heard you sing.”
“I can carry a tune, but I can’t sing.” The memory of a middle school talent show surfaced in her brain, when she’d attempted to sing Katy Perry’s “Firework” and her thin, reedy voice had been way overmatched by the material. She could feel her throat trying to close up just thinking about that distilled moment of humiliation.
“So? You can dance well enough to make up for it. Come on, please? I don’t want to go by myself.” Seo-yeon bounced up and down on the balls of her feet, a wheedling smile on her face.
Groaning, Jade turned and made for the door of the dance studio. “Fine, I’ll go with you, but expect me to complain about it a lot.”
“Deal.”
~*~
The audition was weird.
There was a woman named Jocelyn who was nominally running things, but she kept deferring to an oddly dressed older woman in impossibly high, impossibly white heels. Jade had never seen anyone in Elmdale who looked like this woman (who Jocelyn called ‘Moira’), and she seemed even more wildly out of place in the tiny town of Schitt’s Creek. Jade wondered where the hell she had come from.
Seo-yeon and Jade showed off some of their dance moves, playing music from the tinny speaker of Seo-yeon’s phone and performing the hip hop routine they’d been working on in their weekly class. Jocelyn and Moira both looked impressed, and Moira said they danced like ‘sensual marionettes’, and further proclaimed ‘despite the cacophonous accompaniment of this routine, I can see them both in a pre-war Berlin brothel.’ Jade wasn’t sure if that was a compliment or not. They also were asked to read some lines for Sally Bowles and to sing, but that didn’t go as well, at least not for Jade. Her voice sounded as thin and strangled as it always did, like her throat was trying its best to prevent the sound from getting out. Jocelyn gave them a kind smile and said she’d call them.
They walked out onto the front steps of Town Hall, looking over at what passed for a downtown in Schitt’s Creek. Jade thought back to the last time she’d been down here, taking stupid selfies in front of the town sign with some so-called friends from high school, all of them too drunk or high to drive, including the driver. God, she’d been an idiot. It was a miracle she was still alive.
“Do we really want to spend the next two months coming down here for rehearsals?”
Seo-yeon shrugged. “I mean, I get it. You’ve got such a demanding career.”
“Fuck off.” Just because she struggled to get more than twenty hours a week at the restaurant where she waitressed didn’t mean her best friend had any right to be dragging her like this.
“I still think it’ll be fun.”
“Maybe we won’t get cast in it.”
“I bet they’re hard up for dancers,” Seo-yeon said, marching off toward her car. “We’ll get cast.”
~*~
“I’m Kit Kat Girl number one,” Jade told her mother, whose back was turned, stirring ground beef in a skillet on the stove. “And Seo-yeon is Kit Kat Girl number two.”
“What does ‘number one’ mean? Is it the biggest part?”
“No, Sally Bowles is the biggest part,” Jade said.
“So what does it mean, Jade?”
“I have no idea.”
“It’s not going to help you get more hours at the deli,” her mother said.
“It’s not going to affect that,” Jade huffed. “And besides, it’s dance. I majored in dance, and you keep saying—”
“I keep saying that you need to get a job related to what you studied. This isn’t a job. It’s community theater. It’s not even in Elmdale, it’s in—”
“I know, Mom.”
They’d gone round and round over this a hundred times since Jade had come home from college and moved back into her childhood bedroom in her parents’ house. She needed to get a job. No, a real job, not a waitressing job. She needed to move to the city if she wanted to pursue her dreams. She couldn’t afford to move to the city. How would she ever afford to move to the city, working part-time at a deli? Lather, rinse, repeat.
“Well, who’s involved with this production?” her mother asked. “Anyone I know?”
“Do you know people in Schitt’s Creek?”
“A few.”
“Umm, the directors are these two women, Jocelyn and Moira.”
“Moira Rose?” her mother turned, spatula poised in the air.
“Yeah, that sounds right. Why?”
“She’s one of the Roses.”
Jade blinked at her mother. “Who are the Roses?”
“Oh, you were away at college when all that happened. Moira was a D-list actress and her husband used to own Rose Video. Anyway, they lost all their money — I think I remember reading that their business manager robbed them — and they ended up living in the Creek. It was kind of big news around here at the time, but that was a couple of years ago now, I guess.”
Well, that explained the clothes she’d been wearing, maybe. Maybe nothing could really explain the clothes that Moira Rose had been wearing.
~*~
“I’m Alexis,” the unfairly gorgeous woman said, holding her hand out limply for Jade to… shake? Kiss? She had no idea what to do with Alexis’ hand, but she made an attempt to shake it. “So I guess we’re all Kit Kat Girls?” She gestured, indicating herself, Jade, Seo-yeon, and three other women Jade hadn’t met yet. They were taking a break during their first rehearsal, which was less of a rehearsal and more of a series of weird acting exercises during which Stevie, the girl who’d been cast as Sally Bowles, seemed supremely uncomfortable. It didn’t make Jade feel great about the quality of this production.
Also, a lot of the cast seemed to know each other already. Stevie, Alexis, and somebody named Twyla were already friends. Alexis was Moira’s daughter, and she mentioned that the guy playing the Emcee was her brother’s boyfriend. All of it made Jade feel like an outsider, and she was grateful that she at least had one friend in the cast. Failing all else, she and Seo-yeon would be able to commiserate when it looked like the show was going to be disastrous.
Twyla came over and introduced herself during the next break. She had a wide smile and sparkling eyes, and something about her made Jade smile back. “You were really good at the movement exercises,” Twyla said.
“I majored in dance at college,” Jade said.
“Wow,” Twyla said, seeming genuinely impressed. “I can’t wait to learn from you. I’m more of a singer; the most dancing I’ve ever done has been the basic stuff we do with the Jazzagals. Show choir-type stuff.”
Jade was still adjusting to the fact that Twyla didn’t immediately ask the follow-up question everyone in Elmdale asked her when she told them she majored in dance: What are you doing here, then? “Umm, I don’t know, it looks like you know how to move your body,” Jade said, and then winced that those words had come out of her mouth.
Twyla was unfazed. “Oh, I do yoga. That probably helps.”
“Yeah, anything that increases your balance and flexibility will definitely help.” They were just nodding and smiling at each other, and Jade fumbled for something to say. “What do you do for a living?”
“I waitress at the café in town. You?”
Jade let out a breath. “I’m a waitress too.”
“Oh, cool!” Most of the time when Jade met another waitress, they spent five minutes talking about how awful it was. Twyla seemed to genuinely think it was cool. “Do you like it?”
“Not really. I’m trying to save up money to… make a fresh start somewhere, I guess.”
“Somewhere you can dance?” Twyla asked.
Jade nodded.
“Well, I’m glad we have you here now,” Twyla said, and Jade thought for one reckless second that her smile was the most beautiful thing she’d ever seen. “Before you go off and get famous.”
~*~
“So why did you want to be Cliff?” she asked Patrick as they sat side-by-side against the wall while Moira worked with Bob. They’d been talking in a group about their auditions earlier, and Jade had been surprised to hear that Patrick hadn’t come in gunning for the Emcee when he was clearly the most talented male on the cast by a mile.
Patrick shrugged, pulling the neck of his t-shirt up to wipe sweat from his face. “I just figured I seem like more of a Cliff. It actually didn’t occur to me to audition for the Emcee. I don’t look like… I don’t know.”
She thought she knew what he meant. Patrick was physically a far cry from Joel Grey or Alan Cumming. The kind of guy who everyone probably assumed was straight, who caused people to rethink their assumptions when he was affectionate with his boyfriend in public. She could see why he wouldn’t have thought of himself for the leading role.
“Well, you’re doing great,” she said.
He winced. “I’m not a very good dancer. I’m hoping if I sing well enough, people won’t look too hard at my dancing.”
“You’ll get there. We just need more practice.”
He smirked. “I appreciate you putting the ‘we’ in there when you had the choreography mastered on day one.”
It was probably a terrible cliché, but it had put Jade at ease with the suggestive choreography that she and Patrick had to do together, knowing he had no interest in her physically. There was one moment in the opening number where Patrick had to pick her up and throw her over his shoulder, and until they got the hang of it, his hands on the backs of her thighs sometimes strayed higher than he probably intended. Then she had to sling her leg around his waist at one point and over his shoulder at another, the two of them moving in a way that was fairly intimate when you thought about it. But Patrick had an easy way about him, friendly and focused on getting the steps down, and Jade had felt comfortable with him from the start.
Stevie joined them against the wall, sliding down next to Patrick with her water bottle in hand. “What are you guys talking about?”
“About me being a terrible dancer and Jade being an amazing one,” Patrick said.
“That’s nice of you to say when I’ve basically been flashing you my vag every rehearsal,” Jade said to Patrick.
He blinked at her. “I’m sorry, you’ve been what?”
“That split I have to do right in front of you,” she said. The choreography required her to lie down on the floor and do a split in the air.
“Oh, right.” Patrick chuckled. “Most of the time I’m so focused on my own feet, I don’t even notice you doing it.”
Stevie was struggling not to laugh and spit out her water. When she’d swallowed it, she patted Patrick on the back. “You are so fucking gay.”
He shoved Stevie’s shoulder playfully. “Yeah, what was your first clue?”
She leaned over to Jade and whispered loudly, “He and David had sex for the first time in my bed.”
Jade tried to picture what circumstance could have led to that, but her imagination drew a blank. “With you in it?”
Now it was Patrick’s turn to try not to spit out his water. “No, not with her in it.” He was blushing adorably. “Privacy was at a premium back then and can you not tell everyone we meet that story, Stevie?”
“Mmm, no, sorry. I think I have to.”
She really liked these people, Jade thought as she laughed with them. She wasn’t sure what she imagined the people doing community theater in Schitt’s Creek to be like, but she hadn’t expected to find people here that she wanted to be friends with.
~*~
“Have you ever taken voice lessons?” Twyla asked her as they moved into warrior pose.
Twyla had asked Jade to join her for yoga a couple of mornings a week, and Jade tried not to analyze why she was willing to get up at an ungodly hour and make two additional drives all the way to Schitt’s Creek and back when she was already doing it for play rehearsals. Twyla had told her that she used to teach a yoga class a couple of years ago, but after she broke up with her boyfriend, the class lost its venue and sort of fell apart. Jade met Twyla at her house on Tuesdays and Fridays, and it was just the two of them moving through poses. Jade had been impressed that Twyla had a house of her own, but Twyla explained that it was really her grandmother’s house, and that her aunt was letting her live there while she tried to find herself in New Mexico.
Jade scoffed. “Why would I take voice lessons? I’m a terrible singer.”
Twyla frowned. “No, you have a lovely voice. You just need to relax your throat and sing from down here.” Twyla reached out and touched Jade’s abdomen, below the swell of her breasts.
Trying not to flinch at the contact, Jade shrugged. “I have no idea how to do that.”
“Can I show you?”
Jade felt unaccountably shy. “Okay.”
“First, you want to stand up straight but loose,” Twyla said, moving so that they were facing each other. “Feet shoulder-width apart, and when you take a breath, imagine that you are breathing all the way down to the floor, if that makes sense.”
She breathed.
“Good, your shoulders didn’t rise up; that’s good.”
Smiling, Jade said, “Yeah, I’ve learned proper breathing from dance instructors before.”
Twyla wasn’t affronted at all by this. “Then you’re one step ahead already!” she said with one of her wide grins. “Now, when you sing, imagine all of that air that you breathed down to the floor coming up and flowing through you.” Twyla breathed and then sang out a single, clear note.
Jade took another breath, imagining the air going all the way down, and then as she let it out, imagined it coming all the way back out. She matched Twyla’s pitch, and her voice sounded better and clearer than it ever had. Full, like a note from a brass instrument.
“That’s great!” Twyla said, clapping. “Let’s try this: Willkommen, bienvenue, welcome,” she sang easily, her voice filling the room.
“We don’t have to do this,” Jade said, her face heating up. She felt twelve again, trying to perform in front of people who were going to laugh at her.
“Come on, please?”
Jade sighed, and went through the breathing process again before belting out the first line of the opening number. But her throat felt tight, and singing it didn’t feel as good as that one pure note had felt, when she was matching Twyla.
“That’s better,” Twyla said, all gentle encouragement even though Jade didn’t think it really had been better.
“Should we get back to yoga?” Jade asked, begging with her eyes to be let off the hook.
“Sure, we can do that,” Twyla said, getting back into position. “Let’s move into child’s pose.”
Jade gracefully sank to her knees and stretched her arms out before lowering herself over into a deep bend, her nose an inch from the floor.
“You know what I think?” Twyla said. “I think sometimes we can hold our fears in our throats. Our fears can be like a boa constrictor, trying to choke us before our voices can be heard, calling out to tell the world our truths.”
Jade sat up and glared at Twyla. “Really?”
Twyla shrugged, still smiling her Twyla smile. “I know, it sounds silly. But think about it.”
~*~
Jade walked into the office at the dance studio in Elmdale and handed her resume to Derrek.
He looked at it. “What’s this?”
“My resume. I’ve noticed your hip hop classes are getting more popular, particularly for kids, and I bet if you hired another instructor you could offer more sessions. I’d like to apply for a job here.”
Derrek glanced over the paper for a minute before looking up. “I’m stretched a little thin. Not sure if I can afford to hire another teacher right now.”
“I could start with one class. And I have a friend, Alexis, who might be able to help you with marketing. Bring in more students.” Jade crossed her arms and regarded him evenly.
He tilted his head to the side. “Give me a few days to think about it.”
Jade nodded and turned to leave his office before quickly turning back. “Oh, and one more thing. What do you know about Cabaret?”
Derrek raised his eyebrows. “I was in a production of it once, why?”
“My friends Patrick and Stevie who could use a little bit of extra help with one of the numbers. What would you charge for a couple of private lessons?”
~*~
“The thing you have to remember about ‘Don’t Tell Mama,’ girls, is that while it is an upbeat number, it also speaks to the rebellious nature of these women who have defied their family’s expectations. Defied society’s expectations. It’s both a raucous proclamation of their freedom, but perhaps it is also a cry for all that they have lost,” Moira intoned, looking from one face to another. “You must convey all of that in your singing and dancing.”
Stevie turned and gave Alexis a brief look that seemed to say, How the hell do we do all of that?
Jade thought she at least could handle the raucous proclamation of her freedom right now. She remembered everything Twyla had said to her, even the corny stuff about her fears constricting her voice, and she opened her mouth and sang.
When the rehearsal was over, Twyla came right over to her. “I could hear you! You sounded amazing.”
Because of you, Jade wanted to say, but she felt too shy all of a sudden, every nerve on alert because of Twyla’s proximity. There was sweat glistening in Twyla’s cleavage, and Jade had to work not to stare.
Taking a step back to gain some equilibrium, Jade muttered her thanks and quickly went over to grab her stuff and make her escape before she did something crazy.
~*~
“You can’t get married until I get back from my trip with Ted,” Alexis was saying, which made Jade turn around for her make-up mirror to see who she was talking to.
“We’ve been engaged for literally one day, Alexis. I think we can manage that. Also it’s still supposed to be a secret—”
“You’re engaged!” This from Twyla, who was bouncing on her feet with glee. “When did this happen? Tell me everything.”
She could tell Patrick was blushing under his makeup, mostly based on the flush that was spreading down his neck. “I proposed yesterday at Rattlesnake Point.”
“Aww, it’s beautiful up there. That’s so romantic.” Twyla was literally clutching her hands together under her chin, the portrait of a person overwhelmed by the idea of love.
“Well, it maybe wasn’t my best idea, taking David Rose on a hike, but… it turned out pretty romantic in the end.” Patrick chuckled, looking at the floor. “Especially since he said yes.”
Alexis reached out and booped Patrick on the nose. “I can’t believe you’re going to be my brother-in-law. I mean, knowing David, I never thought I’d have an anything-in-law.”
Patrick frowned at that, but let it slide. “Okay, enough. We technically aren’t telling people until later tonight, although it seems like—”
“Still no sign of Stevie?” Jocelyn shouted, sticking her head in the dressing room. When a few people shook their heads, she dashed off again. Alexis and Twyla followed after her in a flutter of pink negligee, leaving Patrick to turn back to the mirror to continue working on his makeup.
“Congrats,” Jade said, meeting his gaze in the mirror. “Wow, marriage though.”
Patrick shrugged, bashful. “Yeah.”
“I literally can’t imagine liking someone enough to spend the rest of my life with them.”
“Well, until you meet someone you really love, it does seem unimaginable.”
“And like, you’re sure that David is the one?” she asked.
“I don’t know if I believe in ‘the one’, but I know what it’s like to try to make it work with someone who definitely isn’t the one. So if there is such a thing, then yeah, David is it for me.”
“You’re an inspiration to cynical people everywhere,” Jade said.
He smirked. “I try.”
~*~
“I can’t believe it’s over,” Seo-yeon said, hugging her.
“I know.” Jade said, stumbling a little bit on the damp lawn under her friend’s overenthusiastic embrace. “I’m glad you convinced me to do this. It was crazy. Crazy but fun.”
“It was fun,” Seo-yeon slurred, already a couple of sheets to the wind. “I don’t know what we’re gonna do with all this free time.”
“Well, I’m going to prepare for the dance class that I need to start teaching in the fall,” Jade said with a small smile.
“Derrek said yes?” Seo-yeon screeched, hugging her again when she nodded. “That’s amazing!”
They walked arm-in-arm around to the other side of Jocelyn’s house, where the deck was dominated by a bubbling hot tub.
“I’m not getting in Roland’s disgusting jacuzzi,” Jade heard someone say behind her. “Who knows what diseases could be lurking in that water?”
She turned and saw Patrick with his arm around his fiancé. “I knew you wouldn’t,” Patrick said, kissing David’s neck. “Someone should make sure Stevie doesn’t slip beneath the surface of the water and drown, though.”
“I’ll keep an eye on her,” Jade said, glancing over at Stevie, who had a beer in one hand and a cup with what looked like whiskey in the other. Twyla sat next to her, the thin spaghetti straps of a bikini on her shoulders just visible above the frothing water. “You wanna get in?” she asked Seo-yeon.
“No, I’m with David — I’m not a fan of hot tubs. You go ahead.”
She glanced at Patrick one more time, but he only had eyes for David, and she suspected they weren’t going to be staying at the cast party that much longer. “Hey Patrick, don’t be a stranger, okay?”
He hugged her, strong arms squeezing her tight. “I won’t. Let’s get together soon.”
“Good luck with the wedding planning,” Jade said.
Patrick chuckled. “That’s mostly going to be David’s arena, but thanks.”
“You’re a great dancer,” David added. “You and my fiancé had some very sexy moves which I whole-heartedly approved of.”
Laughing and bidding them both goodnight, Jade went over and peeled off her jeans and t-shirt, revealing the swimsuit that she’d dutifully worn at Jocelyn’s reminder that they were going to be firing up the hot tub for the party. Sliding into the water next to Twyla, she watched as Stevie swallowed the last of the whiskey in her plastic cup and chucked it at Adam Cox’s head. The actor who played Cliff chuckled it back at her, leading to a tussle between them on the other side of the water.
Sitting close enough to Twyla that their shoulders touched, Jade let her head tip back until she was staring up at the night sky.
“Are you glad it’s over, or sad?” Twyla asked.
“Sad, mostly.” She looked up and met Twyla’s eyes. “Can I still come over for yoga?”
“Of course! I would hate it if you quit coming just because the show is over.”
Jade swallowed nervously. “You really helped me with that stuff you taught me about singing.”
“Yeah? I’m glad. I mean, not as much as you helped us all with the dancing, I don’t think, but still. I’m really glad.” She smiled, and it lit the whole night up.
“I’ve decided to be better about… what was it you said? Telling the world my truth?”
Twyla stretched out her legs under the water, and one of her feet brushed up against Jade’s. “And what is your truth?”
Jade’s heart thundered in her chest, the steam rising around them and giving the impression of privacy that they definitely didn’t have. “That I’d really like to kiss you right now.”
Biting her lip, Twyla looked around before she looked back at Jade. “Okay.”
Their lips met gently, one press followed by another, and another. Jade opened her mouth enough to take Twyla’s lower lip between her own, and she tasted like strawberry lip gloss and summertime. They kissed until they trailed off into giggles, foreheads and noses pressed together as they recovered their breathing.
“Kind of sorry I waited until the last night to do that,” Jade said.
Twyla tilted her head to the side in thought. “I feel like these things happen when they’re meant to happen.” And then she reached out and ran a hand up Jade’s arm, raising goosebumps in her wake. “But I also think that it might be easier for us to do yoga in the morning if you didn’t have to drive all the way back to Elmdale tonight and then drive all the way back here tomorrow.”
Fuck. “Do you want to get out of here?” Jade asked.
Twyla grinned, but then glanced over at Stevie, who somehow had managed to get more whiskey.
“That is,” she amended, “do you want to make sure Stevie gets home safe and then get out of here?”
Nodding, Twyla settled back against the edge of the hot tub and looked up at the sky. “Do you need to let your parents know you won’t be home tonight?”
“Don't tell Mama what you know!” Jade sang in an exaggerated German accent, making Twyla laugh. Stevie, not too drunk to hear her cue, launched into Sally Bowles’ part, and soon all of them were singing, clear and confident voices rising with the steam into the summer air.
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City Of Angels - David Dobrik
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Los Angeles. The city of angels. The place I have been longing to go for as long as I can remember. I have always been hoping to find a place to call home. No place has felt quite right, but now I’m here.
People say moving to a city you’ve never been to is crazy, but I like to think of it as spontaneous. I haven’t even told my fans that I’m moving here, I’m sure they would lose it, afraid that L.A. would change me like it has with so many other youtubers.
“God, I’m hungry.” I mutter to myself as I walk over to baggage claim.
It was a long flight. Now, I’m just looking forward to unpacking and settling. I take an Uber to my apartment building. I am so thankful to already have amazing friends in this City. Corinna has been nothing but amazing to me since I told her I wanted to move. She recommended her apartment complex, after living in the area for a while she knew that it would be perfect.
“Corinna?” I scream into the phone.
“Y/n!” She yells back making me laugh. I called her once we were getting close.
“I’ll be there in a few minutes!” I inform.
“I can’t wait! I haven’t seen you in such a long time! Ahh!” She cheers.
We exchange goodbyes before hanging up. She’s waiting in the lobby by the time I get there. As soon as I open the door she is pulling me in for a tight hug. She is my best friend and it is going to be so nice to be so close now. We used to facetime constantly but now she’ll just be down the hall.
“Rinna!” We sway back and forth still laughing in a hug.
“I can’t believe you’re here!”
“I know!”
I already signed the lease before moving out here so I would have access to it. We talk the entire way to my apartment, she hands me my key. Corinna has been kind enough to put the boxes I’ve had shipped in my apartment for me.
She stays for a while to tell me how she organized the boxes and we lay on my bed and talk for awhile. The bed is the only thing not boxed up currently.
“Alright, well I have to go but if you need anything please let me know.” She stands up from my bed.
“Thank you so much for everything.”
“Of course, love you girl!” She laughs, walking over to the door.
“Love you.” I call back.
Once she’s gone I decide it’s time to start unpacking. It’s hours of moving things back and forth before I’m finally comfortable with where everything is for now. I definitely still need to go to target and pick up some more things.
Hey, want to come out tonight? Let’s go clubbing!
First night here and Corinna is already trying to drag me out. It’s already eleven at night, I was kind of hoping to crash early. But is that really how I want to spend my first night in L.A?
Sure. Pick me up?
I walk in to my closet and settle on one of my favorite outfits that’s nice but not too nice.
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We’ll pick you up in thirty.
We? Who else is Corinna with? I know she’s a part of the Vlog Squad but I’m not sure who all that entails. I’ve met some of the members of the group, but not all.
I scramble to get ready in the time that I have. I manage to do light makeup and my hair by the time that Corinna texts that they’re waiting downstairs. I come down and see Corinna standing next to a white Tesla.
David Dobrik.
We’ve never officially met, we both know of each other obviously but never actually talked. The wing of the car opens and Corinna gets back and and I follow her. We don’t have to climb to the back because Zane and Jeff already are back there. Jason and David sit in the front.
“Y/n!” Zane cheers. He pulls me into a half hug as well as he can while we’re both sitting. I’ve met Zane and Jason before and that’s it. I only know Jeff from David’s vlogs.
“Hi Zane.” I laugh at how loud he is before turning to the front of the car. “Thanks for picking me up.”
“David doesn’t care, he likes driving.” Corinna insists.
“Oh right, nice to meet you by the way.” I look at David in his rearview mirror.
“You too, Y/n” He smiles looking back at me.
I get goosebumps when he says my name. I turn back and introduce myself to Jeff and he does the same.
“You have no idea how excited David was that you were coming tonight.” Jason turns in his seat to look at me.
“What, why?” I ask with a laugh.
I notice now that David’s camera is sitting on his dash recording. Content for the vlog is the reason we’re probably all going out tonight.
“He loves you.” Corinna nods.
“I do not!” David yells, trying to defend himself, “I mean I do, but like not in a creepy way.”
The whole car is loud with laughter, mine included.
“David watches your videos all the time.” Jason explains.
“Awe, that’s so sweet! I watch the vlogs too.” I admit.
“Shit, really?” David asks.
I nod, a blush takes over his face which makes me grin. We arrive at the club, once we go in I find that there are more people here that I know. I talk to Kristen and Scott who I met at Vidcon last year.
“So this is your first night in L.A?” Kristen asks, shocked.
“Yeah, just landed today.” I have to yell over the loud music.
We’ve been here for a while now, I’ve been introduced to more people. My second drink is in my hand. I don’t want to go too crazy tonight, I spent some time on the dancefloor but just came back. David left our table a little while ago with a few others to film a bit for his vlog.
“Having fun?” David asks, he came back and sat next to me.
“Yeah, I am actually. You have a really good group of friends.” I nod to the people around us. They’re so genuine and kind even if they do get a little drunk and crazy.
“I know, we really lucked out. So what do you think of L.A so far?” He scoots a little closer so we can hear each other more easily.
“I love it. It’s so different from home, but I think it’ll be a good change.”
I can’t fight off my yawns anymore. David notices it and starts laughing.
“Tired?”
“Yeah, it’s been a really long day.”
“Do you want to go?” He asks.
I turn and look at him, I can’t figure out what he’s thinking.
“I just meant that if you’re tired, I’ll bring you home.”
“That’s really nice of you.” I nod. “I’m exhausted, but can I tell you something?”
He nods for me to continue.
“It sounds stupid, but I don’t want to be alone. It’s a new city and going back to my empty apartment sounds kind of sad.”
“Do you want to come back to my house?”
“Are you serious?”
I still can’t read this kid. I just met him, but I feel so comfortable around him. Corinna has known him forever, he’s obviously a good guy.
“Yeah, I just needed some content. This isn’t really my scene anyway.” He gestures around to the club.
“Yeah, let’s go.”
We both tell the group that we’re leaving. I go out to the dancefloor to tell Corinna who encourages the two of us to have fun making both David and I roll our eyes. David gets his car from the valet and we both leave.
“So, what’s your favorite thing to do, other than vlog?” I ask, making conversation on the drive to his house.
He laughs and thinks for a few seconds.
“I really like to travel with people. It’s such an experience that is unique I just love it.” He stares straight at the road deep in thought, “I love seeing people’s reaction to a new place. How it makes them feel.”
“That’s really cool.” I smile.
“Eh, it’s kind of weird.” He tries to laugh it off and lighten the mood that had gotten a bit serious.
“Why did you leave Y/ht to move here?” He asks, he keeps looking over to me before focusing back on the road.
I give myself a few seconds to think before answering.
“I just have never found that place that made me happy. No place that I didn’t feel like I could leave. Obviously, I love my family but I wasn’t happy there. I hope that this is going to be my new home.”
We jump back into small talk for the rest of the drive. Soon enough were at the house that I’ve seen so many times on his vlogs. He unlocks the door and I follow him in.
He turns on some lights and the TV. it’s paused on one of my videos. I burst out in laughter. It’s one of my older videos, one of my storytimes. We both sit down on the couch, I’m still laughing.
“Wow, Jason wasn’t kidding.” I shove his shoulder lightly.
He ducks to the side and buries his head in his hands. I can hear him mumble something about how embarrassing is was. I pull on his shoulder to get him to sit up.
“I think it’s cute.” I smile.
“You do?” He finally sits up and looks at me.
“Well yeah, at least I know you meant it earlier when you said you were a fan. Apparently, you’re my number one fan.” I tease.
David switches it and turns on Netflix for some background noise. Neither of us are focused on it, too busy talking. Natalie comes home at some point and introduces herself. She’s even nicer in person. Natalie even lets me borrow some clothes that are a bit more comfortable.
The same sleepy tiredness from the club kicks in after an hour or two. David is tired too, I can see it in his eyes. I don’t remember exactly when we fell asleep, but we both did. I wake up hours later, my neck is uncomfortable from laying at an awkward angle. My head is on David’s shoulder, he is slumped down slouching, his head leaning against mine.
“Fuck.” I groan, I slowly pull my head away so I can stretch. I get up and go to the bathroom, when I come back David isn’t where I left him. The patio door is wide open now. I go out to find him sitting on one of his lounge chairs.
“Morning.” I smile, leaning against the door. “I hope I didn’t wake you when I got up.”
“No, I was up for a little bit before you got up. I needed to stretch though, that’s why I came out here.” He smiles.
I walk over to the other side of him and sit down on the other lounge chair. The sun is just starting to rise. The view from David’s house is beautiful.
“I don’t remember falling asleep last night.” I comment.
“Me neither.” He turns to look at me, “I think we were both just exhausted.”
“This view is so beautiful.” I sit up.
“Yeah, it never gets old.”
I look back at David and he’s already looking at me. I smile at him.
“This has been really nice.”
“I agree.”
David decides to be bold, he reaches out and takes my hand in his. I look down at our hands before looking at him, I raise my brows.
“I really like you, Y/n.” He grins.
“I really like you too, David.” I smirk back at him.
He pulls my hand and I get up to sit on the chair with him. He opens his arms to welcome me into them. I happily oblige.
“Can I take you on a date? Like out for breakfast?” He laughs.
“Breakfast? We just spent the entire night together.” I turn my head to look back at him. He’s biting his lip looking down at me.
I decide it’s my turn to be bold. I look down at his lips before connecting them. His lips are warm and inviting, I lean into him more. My hand finds its way to his hair. I smile against his lips when I can feel him doing the same.
We pull away after a short while, both smiling like idiots. I push my back against his chest again and face the sunrise. I’ve been in this city for such a short time and it’s already been so amazing to me.
“Thank you city of angels.”
this was just cute and fun to write, i hope you liked it
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larrylikesmeth · 4 years
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1:03 am
I can't sleep. I'm thinking of Rami and Teddy more than usual. I got a haircut yesterday and my hairstylist told me I should get another dog. I've been wanting a poodle or a poodle mix. They're beautiful and smart. I hella miss Teddy tho. He's so cute. I can't look at photos/videos from back then cos I'm reminded that my life has been torn apart and I've lost the most important person in my life. I wish I didn't love him anymore cos I want to reach out to him and finally close that chapter. There's no real closure there. Shit wan't the best between us before but my love was still there. I owe him thanks for teaching me that love isn't enough. How do I mourn the loss of Rami and Teddy and my life?
It's getting to me. I'm worried I'm never going to get over it. I've been having some SI and it's cos I think I'm never going to get over it. We broke up in late October. It hurts so much and I constantly feel the void. Why did things have to go so bad? In my soul I truly believed we were meant to be. I was very naive for believing he could support me in any way when he never worked a day for his recovery those two years. Like I know he did it for as long as he was in rehab but I'm stupid for not taking the red flags as seriously as I should. He never went to NA or therapy. He only went to our Suboxone group 1x a month. That wasn't going to keep him sober and I should have known. I called him out on it and it was always a bullshit excuse. It's okay I forgive him in my soul. Being with Rami taught me that I need go live my life for myself and enjoy it while I'm young. And to not take life so seriously. also taught me I need someone stable. The best relationships seem to be perfect opposites. I'm.learning. it makes me impossibly sad to imagine him with someone else. But that's more than likely the reality. I can't imagine ever being with anyone else and I could never tell him this. I refuse to answer his texts. Idk I miss him I loved him. I really did
And i notice how im changing. I'm more positive and motivated than ever. My friends have commented on how I radiate happiness now and I look like I'm flowing. I know I just went from suicidal to swearing cheerfulness but today the loss hurts extra. It sucks when people bring it up and I have to talk about it.
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Wanted Posters
Summary:  Virgil’s room, as everyone now knew, amplified anxiety and presented it in the form of heavy eye-shadow. It’s because of this Virgil wants everyone to stay out, but Roman really wants those posters. 
Taglist: @zerogettie  @spacevirgil  @tree4life25@thebiggestnaturaldisaster@pailettehazel @jordandobbertin@thecityofthefireflies @the-fabulous-kimball @azuranightsong @virmillion@erlenmeyertrash @irish-newzealand-idian-dutch  @the-sanders-sides@punch-you-with-friendship @moonshadowsiren @clovenpinetree@jughead-is-canonically-aroace @aplaceinthevoid @that-random-fandom-girl@zennyo @unring-this-bell @liz-a-bell @vir-gull​
Author’s notes: Like Signs of Respect, this fic was cowritten by @liz-a-bell. They’re a fantastic writer, you can find them on ao3 at writerwisegirl.
  “Take it easy guys, gals, and nonbinary pals! Peace out!” Thomas cried, but before the
last syllables could leave his mouth, Virgil had already sunk out and down to his room. The entire video had been a bit of a Thing for all them, but Virgil didn’t really feel like participating in the inevitable group discussion turned into the sappy emotional...thing that the others (Patton) would want to initiate.
  He had only just shared his name -- it would be some time before the walls came down enough to willingly share information about himself.
  “Well, it’s just you and me,” He said aloud, looking around at the shadows in his room. “Maybe a spider or two.” He padded over the couch and yanked off a blanket, pulling out his phone and summoning his headphones.
  It didn’t take long for the others to start showing up. Logan wanted his puzzle book back, and Patton had a card for him. Roman wanted his posters. Not going to happen, thank you very much.
  So, that should have meant Virgil wouldn’t have any more visitors that day -- three whooshes, three visits, three other sides. Except things are never that easy, and he forgot to take into account Roman’s stubbornness.
  “Hey, Twenty One Panics, I have a proposal for you -- make-up for the posters!” Roman sang, floating up into the room. “I don’t wear this dark stuff anyway -- I think it’s left-over from when Thomas was in Heathers? But here! Brand new, dark eyeshadow and a bottle of purple eyeliner I-” he waved his hand, “Just conjured up.”
  “Roman, man, I’m not giving you my posters,” Virgil told him with a sigh. “Especially not for something I could just steal from you.” He added with a smirk.
  “Steal?” Roman cried “Have you stolen my stuff before?” He demanded, affronted. Virgil just shrugged.
  “Maybe, maybe not,” He hadn’t, but it was just too easy to mess with Princey. “Besides, look at it this way -- would you have missed the makeup if it were suddenly gone?”
  “No, I never-”
  “Then what makes you think something you don’t cherish would be a suitable trade for the posters I really like?” Virgil raised an eyebrow, kicking his feet up to the back of the couch. “Now, run along back the imagination -- Patton is making us have ‘family dinner’, so I’ll see you then.”
  “And why should I leave without what I want?” Roman asked with a smirk. “They belong with me!” Virgil glared at him.
  “Maybe because it’s my room and I want to be alone?” He suggested. When that got no reaction he tried again. “Because I’ll take off my headphones and make you listen to my “PG 13” music if you don’t.”
  “Bold of you to assume I don’t listen to similar music in my off time,” Roman deadpanned, flopping down next to Virgil. He threw an arm over the other’s waist, effectively pinning him down. “Give me the posters.”
  “No,” Virgil drawled, not even trying to wiggle out from under Roman. “Now get out of my room. You’ve thrown off the emperor’s groove.”
  “Was that a Disney reference? No way am I leaving now, you just got infinitely more interesting!” Roman crowed, turning his head up to the ceiling. Virgil frowned at the new position -- he wasn’t able to see Roman’s eyes when he was laying on him like this.
  “Roman, get off,” He growled, finding the strength to nudge him over the edge of the couch. “Please get out of my room, have you learned nothing from the last time you were here?”
  “That was a one-time thing, and there’s no one here to feed off of! I am very good at keeping myself in check, thanks much,” Roman sat up, rubbing at his head. Virgil sighed at small black lines beginning to form under the warm, brown eyes -- the Prince may have had the others fooled, but he was no Deceit. He needed to leave -- now.
  “Roman I’m not kidding -- you already have eyeshadow building up. Get out of here before something happens that I can’t fix.”
  “Are you implying there’s something about me that needs to be fixed?” Roman shouted as his eyeshadow darkened to an alarming shade. Virgil groaned before scooping Roman up and tossing him over his shoulder.
  “Out,” He said, throwing open the door and dumping the prince into the hall.
  “Of all the indignities! I’m- oh.” Roman paused, hand coming up to touch Virgil’s face. “You- I can feel that my eyeshadow is gone but… but yours is lighter, too.” Virgil shrugged.
  “What, you thought mine worked differently?” He asked, looking away. “It works the same as yours. And you were all upset and I was worried about that so….yeah.” He murmured, before shaking his head. “What were you thinking Roman? You know you can’t be in my room! That was dangerous and really, really stupid.”
  “I…” Roman trailed off, biting his lip. “I’m sorry, I guess. I just-”
  “Really wanted those posters?”
  “No, actually. I just wanted to, I don’t know. It sounds ridiculous said aloud, but… I wanted to spend time with you. I want to understand you, and that’s hard to do when you’re constantly in your room.”
  “You could have asked me to come out, you know.”
  “Oh honestly, would you have left?”
  Virgil blinked, unsure of how to answer. He settled on looking away, confirming what Roman already knew. A small, sad smile spread across Roman’s face before he stood up and dusted himself off.
  “Well, see you at dinner, then.” Virgil watched him for a minute before speaking.
  “Wait,” He said, taking a step forward. Roman looked back, his eyes hopeful.
  “Yes?” Roman asked, turning as Virgil scrubbed at his face.
  “If you really want to hang out I suppose we could do something,” He muttered, not looking at Roman. His own eyeshadow had darkened a bit at the idea, but he ignored it in favor of making Roman happy.
  “I would really like that, Virgil. How about we talk about this more at a later date -- when we’ve both had a chance to recollect ourselves?”
  “Sounds like a plan,” Virgil chuckled, turned back to his door. “See you later, then.”
  Roman waited until the anxious side was behind the door and had shut it with a heavy thud before turning to walk back down the hallway. On the other side, Virgil stood with his ear against the door and listened to the retreating footsteps.
  Turning away from the door, Virgil wandered over to his dresser and pulled out a half-finished hoodie. He held it up and smiled, before grabbing a needle and the last of the embroidery floss.
  Maybe not today, and maybe not tomorrow, but someday. Someday he’ll come marching downstairs in this hoodie, and Roman would cheer him on as they took on the world together.
  He couldn’t wait for that day to come.
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