#the math is very simple here or did you decide math is also for nerds and not worth your time as well

[blinkpen]

found another old one i never posted enjoy

#hhhhverse tag of spite #the first clue that viv cannot write entirely removed from Discourse Factor exists in the hazbin pilot #where vagina pulls AD aside to tell the audience so much badly written self-aware exposition instead of. idunno. #'how do you not know who he is?!' and then being cut off before she can exposition dump at us #the scene continues as normal but now neither AD or the audience knows why to be on edge but that there is reason to #and then AD and the audience get SOME answer when he does that OP shit at the end and then is like lol moving on #there! you answered AD's question without a paragraph of bullshit AND left INTRIGUE for the audience too for wtf all thats about! #wow! #a highschool english teacher would have pointed this out if you handed this to them for a grade! #but you decided you're too good for critique before graduating #and now you get pissy when people say this shit reads like a highschooler or someone still in highschool in their head wrote it #the math is very simple here or did you decide math is also for nerds and not worth your time as well

[emmyisafanandacon]

𝐌𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐑𝐮𝐧𝐰𝐚𝐲 (𝐩𝐢𝐥𝐨𝐭!𝐊𝐚𝐫𝐥 𝐉𝐚𝐜𝐨𝐛𝐬 𝐱 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐫!𝐆𝐍!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫)

[FLUFF] Word Count: 2083 words It’s a very hot day out in the field, which is unfortunate since ground operations are currently ongoing today. You were hoping to delay the operations further down another term, but unfortunately, the backlog operations from the pandemic were ridiculous, so you decided to take your missed simulations all in one day. What a shame that you had to choose the hottest day of the year, it seems. So now here you are, sitting on a chair in the giant hangar as you wait for your head instructor to come back with your assigned instructor for your ground operations. The shade from the hangar may be some comfort, but it truly felt like the heat was bouncing off the asphalt. You quietly pray that it would not affect the aircraft you need to taxi, and hope that it would be a little cooler in the aircraft.

Probably not. It’s a single-engine aircraft. The metal might exacerbate the heat for you. You sigh out your discomfort and looked around. Around you were a bunch of different aircraft, some of the models you recognize from your classes. You hold back a small grimace, as you remember the last time you did your aircraft taxiing, your instructor pilot was a bit strict on your taxi control, requiring you to stay perfectly in the middle of the runway for the taxi. It was a miracle you passed that term. God, it feels like it has been 10 minutes since you last saw your head instructor. But he seemed to have disappeared out of nowhere. You just hope that the pilot assigned to you was a decent one. “Excuse me?” You turn around to find yourself staring at one of the newer pilots you saw hanging around the faculty. A tall young man gives you a sheepish grin, his grey eyes twinkling with jittery energy. He’s dressed in a typical pilot’s uniform, with a brown leather briefcase hanging from his shoulder. You’ve heard about him several times from some of your schoolmates, the new cute pilot with fluffy brown hair and a charming smile. He’s caught the attention of so many people, so it’s pretty interesting to finally meet the actual person. “Hi. I am so sorry that I took too long, that was very unprofessional of me.” he scratches the back of his head, clearly embarrassed. “No, it’s fine. I wasn’t waiting too long.” you lied. “The head instructor told me to wait here, I’m guessing it’s my turn on the aircraft?” He shakes his head, rubbing the back of his neck, “Unfortunately, there have been some setbacks on the scheduling. We might have to wait a bit longer before the run-up operation.” “It’s okay. I guess I’ll wait a little longer.” “I'm truly sorry about that,” he begins to look around the hangar. “They asked you to wait here?” “…Yes?” He looks up at the bright blue sky peering out of the hangar’s roof, blinking at the sun’s bright glare from the concrete ground. “Maybe it’s best if we stayed in the pilot’s lounge, that way you wouldn't have to stay in this heat.” He glances back to you with a nervous smile, his eyes almost iridescent. “If that’s okay with you! I was just thinking that the hangar might not be the best place to stay in. It’s a bit hot today that’s all.” You smile at the skittish instructor. “It’s alright Captain. I’m fine with waiting in the pilot’s lounge.” His cheeks began to turn red, as he gives a flustered giggle. “I- Please don’t call me that, it makes me feel a bit older than I should. I think we’re quite close in age after all.” “Okay,” you smile cheekily at him, saving the fact that he gets embarrassed quickly in mind for future references. “What should I call you then?” “Ah, sorry! I forgot to introduce myself,” he extends a hand out to you, “My name is Capt. Karl Jacobs. I’m one of the new flight instructors. Though you can call me Karl instead, I’d rather not follow protocol.” “[Y/N], Aerospace Engineering, Year 3.” He raises a brow, “Aerospace Engineering? Very interesting, what’s it like to have that course?” “If you can handle eons of mathematics, it’s not a bad course to have,” you laugh. He shakes his head. “I don’t think I can handle that much math, I’d rather leave that to better people like you. Shall we head to the lounge?” You nod, as you sit up and you start to gather your belongings to head to the pilot’s lounge. But Karl stops you and grabs your bag for you, giving you a wink as he starts to walk inside. You weren’t expecting that, but it’s not uncommon for flying students to try to be chivalrous towards their company. You follow him in, though you find your thoughts catching up to you. It’s absurd, you think, calling a pilot by their first name. Normally calling the pilots by their name was strange, but Karl clearly isn’t like the other pilots or the flying students you constantly rub elbows with. “Karl…” You try, slightly cringing at the lack of Captain or Sir. “Isn’t it a bit rebellious to not follow protocol? What would the other captains

say?” you jest at him as he leads you through the empty hallways. He gives you a little smile. “It’s fine for me. Don’t you call the AMT technicians and the AE engineers by their names?” You roll your eyes at him. “Well, that’s because we see them more often, and we’re more familiar with each other, so it’s fine to call them by their names. Though aren’t you guys stricter with the flying students?” He laughs at that, “We are, but you’re not a flying student. Unless… Do you plan on switching?” You shake your head, “Nope, you’re talking to an engineer through and through.” As you uttered those words, you both found yourselves in front of the pilot lounge’s entrance. He opens the door and holds the door for you expectantly, the cold air from the lounge blasting around you. You give a small smile of gratitude and enter, noticing that the lounge is also empty. “Why aren’t there many people around? Aren’t there students taking their required hours too?” You ask Karl as you seat yourself in one of the many chairs around the lounge, dropping your things down a table. “From what I understood, contact has to be limited still, and that there aren’t many students who have scheduled their ground operation schedule yet. So not many people should be on the grounds right now.” He explains as he brings out a folder from his bag taking the seat next to you. “Do you have your ground operations info sheet? I’ll help you fill out the details of the aircraft we should be using today.” You look at him in surprise, “Usually the technicians are the ones who help us fill this out, aren’t you the one who’s supposed to grade me instead?” He gives a cheery smile in response. “It’s fine, we don’t have much to do anyway as we wait. We might as well fill out the form, besides,” he lifts the grading rubric he has in his hand. “I’ll still grade you fairly based on your taxiing performance. Nothing to worry about.” You give him an impassive look, to which he laughs in response. “I won’t have too high expectations, I swear! I’m only strict towards flying students.” he raises his hands in defense. You sigh, but you allow him to take a look at your information sheet, filling up the details of the aircraft with his help. He stays close to you the whole time, and you can almost feel his fluffy curls touch your hair lightly, his warmth cascading over you lightly as you try to focus on your sheet. His hands meeting yours from time to time as he points at different parts of the info sheet, directing you on what to write. After the sheet was completed, you hand your sheet for Karl to keep and you fell into simple conversation, discussing technical things, like how it’s like to be an instructor or a pilot. Karl answered with an excitable passion for all questions, almost like a cute puppy receiving a treat. (“But wasn't the exam difficult? I heard so many people failed it.” “It took me one month to study for it.” “…Wow.”) Soon, the questions delved into personal territory, from why you chose to be an engineer and eventually fell into Karl’s many adventures as a flying student. (“How are you still a pilot?” “I have no clue either that was incredibly dumb of me too.” “Have you at least fixed your Monster addiction problem?” “…..Hey so, what do you guys do in that laboratory of yours?” “DON’T CHANGE THE SUBJECT KARL.”) You both learned so much about each other, learning that you two were only two years from each other. (“How did I not meet you sooner when you were still a student?” “I was always in the library.” “Like a nerd?” “No, I- Hey! Take that back!”) An hour passed, and soon the head instructor entered the lounge, notifying the both of you that it is your turn for the ground operation training, apologizing for the long delay. And yet, you don’t feel frustration for the long wait. You follow Karl and your head instructor out into the runway where the aircraft was dropped off by another duo taking the taxiing procedure. You both rush into the plane, climbing in as the propellers burst large gusts of air. The previous pilot

quickly switched places with Karl, as you greet your fellow student as you try to climb in. Once you got in the aircraft, you felt both excited and nervous as Karl looks through your paper. “Ready to taxi?” He asks with a cheery grin. You give him a small nod, as you watch him turn on the engine to a slow speed for the aircraft to start moving. “Remember to stay in the middle of the runway, and you can adjust the speed of the engine if you want the aircraft to go faster.” Pushing the pedals on your feet to center the aircraft onto the runway, you try to follow the white middle line on the concrete as best as you can. You find yourself slightly gripping the yolk, as you try to point the nose of the aircraft straight at the middle. Karl encourages you the whole time as you go for a turn towards the left. You notice another aircraft taxiing nearby and try to maintain a distance away from them, slowing to give them space. Karl smiles in acknowledgment as you still try to keep the pace and distance steady the best you can. He starts pointing out parts of the aircraft to you, introducing the flight instruments as you continue to steer the aircraft around the runway. Eventually, he directs you to park the aircraft to a specific area. As soon as the aircraft falls to a full stop, he gives your info sheet with a smile. “Congratulations, full marks. Maybe you could be a pilot instead, and fly with me?” He teases. You smile back at him, “I won’t be flying the plane anytime soon, but maybe I’ll work with you sometime in the future?” He giggles at the idea, “Let’s see. See you someday engineer, hope I’m your instructor again soon.” “See you someday, Captain Karl Jacobs.” You grin as you clamber out of the plane with the help of some technicians outside and head back to the hangar to check your info sheet. Exactly as he said, he graded your procedure with perfect marks, giving excellent praise and comments on your driving. Before you thought of passing the paper to your head instructor, you noticed a white sticky note attached at the back of the paper with a small message written on it. ‘It was fun talking to you, maybe you’d be up for more of that another time? Just shooting my shot. XXXX-XXX-XXXX -Karl <3’ You smile at the sticky note, keeping it in your pocket as you hand over your info sheet to your head instructor as he dismissed you off. As you head out towards the exit, you send a text out to the number. ‘Sure, coffee date sometime? Good luck on instructing everyone else. <3 -Future Engineer’

𝘪 𝘢𝘮 𝘴𝘰 𝘧𝘭𝘶𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧-𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘶𝘭𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘯 𝘪 𝘢𝘮 𝘴𝘰 𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘺 𝘢𝘢𝘢𝘢𝘢𝘢𝘢 𝘪𝘮 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘪 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 20 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘶𝘵𝘦𝘴 𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘪 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘻𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧-𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘶𝘭𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘢 𝘢 𝘢 𝘢

𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘺𝘢𝘺 𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘺 𝘪 𝘥𝘰𝘯𝘵 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘢 𝘭𝘰𝘵 𝘪 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘪 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝘴𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘴 𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘪 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘢 𝘭𝘰𝘵 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘪 𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘥𝘢𝘮𝘯

𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘥𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘸𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘳! 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵!

#karl jacobs x reader #karl jacobs x you #karl jacobs x y/n #dream smp x reader #dream smp x you #dream smp x y/n #mcyt imagine #mcyt x you #mcyt x reader

[v1olentdelights]

Prom Dress

Sunset Curve x Reader - Mercer Reader x Reggie    - a tiny bit like She’s All That.

Word Count: 2,461

Your brother had been adamant on you going to prom seeing as his bandmate, Luke, said they shouldn’t go to make a statement. It was only Junior prom, nothing big. You were on the planning committee,  the theme was Paris, though it was a classic prom theme you wanted to make it different. Adding in the Pont des Arts bridge, more well known as the Love Lock bridge, an amazingly painted Louvre museum (all thanks to the amazing art students), and lastly the most obvious Eiffel Tower. You had forced the boys to help you assemble it, because “helping out your baby sister is the best way to show love!”

Though there were a few people on the prom committee, you were the leader, and the one doing most of the work. This was one of your biggest projects meaning it was creating a whole lot of stress. And everyone knows how well you deal with stress, you became irritable and snappy. You always tried to be kind but it was hard. 

“Let me help you out, I can even ask the boys to help out.” Your brother, Alex, had urged. He had never liked seeing you like this, he may be a butthead but he’s still your brother.

“Didn’t Luke say you aren’t going? And no, I’m fine.” you huff looking over the expenses. 

“I don’t care what Luke said, also, helping prepare the dance isn’t actually going is it?” 

“Sure, but I still don’t need your help.” Closing your eyes you rub your face praying that the math would do it itself. But then again nothing gets done right unless you do it yourself. 

“Okay. If you need me I’ll be-”

“In the basement, got it.” He stood there for a bit longer hoping you’d let him help. “Stop hovering like mom. Go practice.”

You had fallen asleep at your desk working on homework for tomorrow, something that had been happening more often now. Simply because you didn’t have the energy to move to your bed. However you woke up tucked under your sheets. Wiping your bleary eyes you noticed your room was picked up and your desk was cleared off. You smiled to yourself softly. 

Alex had knocked at your door to check on you. When you didn’t answer he had realized you’d fallen asleep. Running down he got the boys to help you out. Bobby had hooked his arms under your legs and around your back to pick you up, you instinctively wrapped your arms around his neck pulling yourself closer. Luke, Alex and Reggie had helped pick the books and journals tossed around your room. Reggie had looked over your spreadsheet, quickly scribbling down the total that you had spent and what you had left for the prom. All four then slipped out as if they were never even there.

As the prom was finally nearing, you had spent most of your time either in the library or one of the practice rooms in the school finalizing every detail. Everyone was bustling about getting asked out as a date or grumbling about the ‘anti-prom’ that a few of the students were having. You hadn’t been asked yet, not that you cared that much. You didn’t need a man to validate yourself. Though it would be nice to have a date, but no biggy. 

There was a knocking at the practice room door that startled you, looking up you see a rosy cheeked boy staring in. He pointed down at the door handle, silently asking if he could come in. Pushing some of your books to the side to make space for him, he comes to sit next to you. You continued working on an essay that was due by 8th period.

“How is it coming along?” 

“Pretty well, how are you today Reg?” he smirked at your nickname, though you couldn’t see. 

“Good, we have a gig tonight. It’s at a book club this time.” your nose scrunched up the slightest. 

“A book club? Well I hope it goes… okay. I wish I could come but I have homework to catch up on and I am helping out a freshman with biology. But I’m sure Alex will come home and not shut up about it.” you smile at the thought of your brother bouncing around the kitchen talking about his gig as you got out the ice cream. The bell outside sounded, alerting you of your upcoming class. 

“See you later!” You pack your things up and leave behind a dazed boy. He was currently wondering if he made a mistake of not asking you to the prom.

The next day you had ridden into school with Alex, talking all about your silly boy crush. He was the only one you trusted with this information simply because you knew it would never become something.

“Alex, I swear to you that James is literally like sent from the heavens. Just look at him!” You pointed to him through the windshield. Alex could only chuckle, he knew that Reggie had adored you but you hadn’t known that. 

“Stop laughing at me. I know it’s stupid and I mean he has never even looked in my direction. But Aleeex!” You whined on. 

“I didn’t even say anything. I don’t personally think you should be with him. I can’t stop you though.” Both of you had been through this before. It was as simple as what you had said, James had never even looked in your direction. It was stupid to step out of your box in highschool. But everyone loves James, except for your boys. 

Rolling your eyes you got out gabbing your backpack from the back seat. Pulling Alex in for a side hug you began your trek to your locker.

“See you later NERD!” he yelled across the parking lot. Today was going to be a normal day, get through all your classes, spend lunch working on some prom things, finish school and go home to do more work. That was until you showed up at your locker, you had opened it and roses fell out all over your feet. You could feel your face get hot as everyone's eyes were on you now. Someone had cleared your throat, turning around you saw James smiling brightly with a bouquet of roses. 

“Will you  Y/F/N  Y/L/N, go to the Junior prom with me?” Saying it loud enough for everyone in the hallway to hear. If your face wasn’t already on fire it sure was now, you were stuttering over your words trying to figure out how to say yes. Deciding it best to simply shake your head, he grabbed your hand brushing his lips across your knuckles. 

He had written his number on your wrist before kissing it lightly. You couldn’t think about anything else all day, the way his lips felt against your knuckles were imprinted in your mind. During lunch you had sat in the back of the library reviewing, for the final time, everything. The list of those who bought tickets, art work, the locks, food, drinks, venue, and transportation for everything. Reggie had slipped in the seat next to you setting a canned iced tea in front of you. It was like clockwork, Reggie would come and eat lunch with you either making small talk or not talking at all. 

“So James asked you out?” he asked quietly unsure of how to approach the situation. 

“He asked me to the prom. I don’t know if that’s asking me out or just asking me to prom. But it doesn’t really matter because it's like James. Ya know?” You giggle softly allowing yourself to let go the tiniest bit. 

“Huh nice. Lucky guy. Well the boys and I are going to head out, practice and all. But Alex will come pick you up after school. See ya later.” grabbing his back he left you there alone.

**** **** **** ****

They say prom can either be the best night of your life or the worst night of your life.

Finally the day of prom had come, you were allowed to take the day off of school. So you spent the first half of it setting up at the venue, though there wasn’t a whole lot to do. You wanted everything to be perfect, you were so unknowingly anxious that your hands were shaking. The second half was you getting ready, previously you had texted James making sure he would be here at 6:00 pm so that you could go out to dinner beforehand. You were pinning back your hair and putting the final touches on your makeup. Clipping on the necklace the boys had collectively bought you for one of your birthdays, you were ready. Stepping into your dress that you had picked out specifically to match James’ shirt. But it wasn’t a big deal. 

You had gone downstairs and out to the garage, knocking quietly to alert your presence before walking in. Your shoes clicked against the hard ground as you moved further in. Spinning around to show off your outfit, hair, and make up. Luke began hooting and clapping while Bobby cat called. Feeling your face grow warm you stopped to face them smiling.

“Thank you, thank you very much!” Your smile couldn’t be brighter, and Reggie’s heart couldn’t be more broken. 

“You look amazing Y/N!” Reggie said softly. Alex looked as though he might cry, you were worried for a moment.

“My baby sister all grown up!” wiping the underside of his eye you fling a pillow at him.

“I’m only younger by a few minutes!” hearing the chorus of laughs to your response fills your heart. 

“Well dear baby sis, I hope you have fun tonight. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.” You make a throwing up face.

“You wouldn’t do anything Alex.” 

“That’s that point! And call me if you need anything.” he stands up enveloping you in a hug. Even through the banter you could feel his nervousness, you both did all the big things together. He was there to help you if you needed it and you helped him. But you were alone now, and with that stupid James boy. Squeezing him back twice as hard you quickly kiss his cheek before stepping back.

“I am going to go wait inside, it’s cold out here. But I’ll stop in to let you know I'm leaving.”

You took your leave sitting in the living room waiting. Looking at the clock you saw it was 5:55, no need to worry some people don’t show up early. It’s alright no need to stress. While waiting you had decided to grab a book from upstairs. 

6:15, you could still make your reservation right? Plus maybe he needed a bit more time to get ready.

6:30, well you wouldn’t be able to get dinner now but you could still go to prom together. You were now bored with the book and just hoping that James hadn’t forgotten. Luke had walked in the house to grab some water but was startled when he saw you sitting at the kitchen counter. 

“Hey, what are you still doing here? Weren’t you supposed to go to dinner?” he asked while filling up his cup. 

“I was supposed to, but it doesn’t matter. The actual dance starts at 7.” You smile half-heartedly. 

7:15, there was the sound of a car driving down the street that had you jump to your feet, running outside. Seeing a limo drive down past, a figure stands up through the sunroof. You smile and wave when you realize it’s James, but then another body pops up next to him. Then she kisses him, and your heart drops. 

“Sorry baby, I thought you would catch on by now. Honestly, someone like me? With you? Never gonna happen.” he shouts from the car before connecting lips with the girl next to him, the car takes off. You sink to your knees feeling your heart sink with you. Tears are streaming down your face, making your makeup run. The makeup you had learned to do for this evening, that took you hours to perfect. 

Gaining the strength to stand, you practically drag yourself over to the garage. You could hear the sounds of their movie bouncing off the walls and could see the colors changing through the window. Pushing the door open it creaked, alerting all four boys of your presence. Alex whipped around as soon as he made eye contact with you he was on his feet rushing over to you. He wrapped his arms around your shoulders as you fell into him feeling defeated.

“What’s wrong? Did something happen?” He tried to sound collected. But he had never seen you so distressed, even on your bad days.

“I-I don’t want to tal-talk about it. Pl-please.” you sniffled. You hadn’t even wanted a date in the first place, you were okay with going alone. But then James had to go and make the night awful.

“It’s okay, you don’t have to talk to us about it. But how can I help?” you could hear his poor heart practically beating out of his chest.

Reggie had come up behind you rubbing your back slightly, trying to calm you down the same way you had done for him so many times before. 

“I don’t know…” 

“Why don’t we go out and get some ice cream?” Luke stood in front of you.

“Yeah, and we can walk around the park for a bit. But only if you want.” Bobby added.  Looking around at your boys, you realized how much you loved them. 

“That sounds nice.” Smiling very smally. 

All the boys had loaded up in the car as Alex ran to get his wallet. Luke was sitting shotgun, Bobby behind the driver seat, Reggie behind Luke, and you in the middle. You laid your head on Reggie’s shoulder, sighing deeply. How could you’ve been so stupid? Honestly James? Interested in someone like you? What a joke.

You all had gotten ice cream, the boys having 2 scoops, whereas you had 3. Alex cut them off. To everyone at the ice cream shop you probably looked crazy, 4 tall boys 3/4 of which were dressed in dark colors; and a girl in a puffy dress all dressed up with her makeup running slightly with her legs kicked up on one of their legs. But to you, this was family. You couldn’t have asked for a better one, because you had just had one of the worst nights of your life, having your heart broken by something you hadn’t even wanted in the first place. But here you were sitting with your boys laughing over something stupid Luke had said with your legs kicked up over Alex’s legs. 

#Julie and the phantoms #sunset curve imagine #sunset curve x reader #mercer reader #alex mercer x sister!reader #luke patterson x reader #reggie peters x reader #bobby wilson x reader #fluffy #grace writes

[bowtied-pasta]

Soulmate marathon part 1

You share your soulmates knowledge

Character: Eyeless Jack

At this point, you knew your soulmate was in the medical field or at least going to school for it. All the things he knows about the human body, how to cut, sew, implant. He had to be getting along in school just fine.

With your soulmate being so far along in school and knowing as much as he did, he was dedicated to the craft and was likely on track to become a surgeon if not a nurse.

That was.... before the knowledge that popped into your brain every day turned a bit darker. It worried you. Yeah, he was obviously in medical school, or maybe he’s graduated and working as a nurse... but the things you know about how certain organs taste.... raw....well, it left little wonder as to why you had stopped eating red meat.

You fear your soulmate to be an angel of death or something of the sort. A kind nurse that says they’ll do everything they can to help only to come in the night and give an overdose of painkillers to a patient that didnt even need them. But that wouldnt explain the blantant canibalism.

Of course medical knowledge also somehow gave way to deeper and deeper occult knowledge. Things you honestly couldnt understand yourself, but your soulmate seemingly could without a problem. Knowledge of things that werent human. Some that used to be human, others that never were and never will be.

All this led to some rather interesting research on your side. Research of the creatures that he seemingly knew. Research that narrowed your search down to a region of states that would be smart to avoid.... but youre his soulmate. He wouldnt hurt you, right? Not on purpose hopefully. Besides, it seemed you were already living in the region that would be prime for running into him.

Of course, you knew he was also aware of your findings. He knows youre doing research. Trying to find him. He was probably doing the same, hopefully not to do anything malicious... of course as his soulmate you trusted him not to hurt you, but going into this as blind as you were, you trusted nothing but yourself and what you knew. No matter how much you wanted to trust him blindly.

All your research eventually leads you to believe that he could be in two different kinds of places. An abandoned building or the woods. Abandoned buildings were suprisingly few and far between from what you could find, your searches on those having come up mostly fruitless with the few that had potential coming up empty or seemingly taken up by squaters that you had no desire to speak to directly, in fear of a fight.

That left you with the woods. It had been a last resort kind of thing for you as the woods were ridiculously well known for being the worst place a person could go, no matter the time of day. Locals would avoid going too deep. The walking trails never being strayed from as the last group of wild teens that had attempted to do so on a dare had disappeared. Searches yeilded nothing, and those had been tedious as even authorites were on edge to go too deep into the trees. 

Rumors of monsters, demons, killers and ghosts... it was almost positively the place he would be. You had just hoped you wouldnt end up having to go in.

Which is why you sit on a park bench, eyes on the treeline as you contemplate your choices. You could walk for a bit, but it still isnt guaranteed that you would be okay. Only groups ever turned out okay, and the less people in the group the lower the success rate of coming back it seemed, so your measly party of one wouldnt make the cut if your luck was still the same.

Not to mention the fog seemingly pouring out of the trees had your hair standing on end with a deep emptiness in your gut. Whatever controlled that forest didnt want you in it, that much was very clear, and you were more than happy to listen to it. Having done the math, you only had another hour or two of sunlight, the sun setting earlier around this time of year and night lasting longer. Just fine by you, but not the best time to get lost in the woods and murdered by a monster.

You were too wrapped up in your thoughts to notice as a man approched your bench. Taking a seat on the opposite end so that there was still as much space as possible, but making it very clear that he sat next to you on purpose. Your gaze snaps from the trees to him, sizing him up and taking him in.

He was big, very big. You dont see a lot of people that tall, regardless of gender, seven feet being pretty ridiculous given what you’d grown up around. Needless to say, from his height alone, you wouldnt be able to take him. His face was obscured by a hood over his head, dark ginger hair peeking out from under the blue fabric. He sat hunched, keeping his head tilted slightly away from you, he spoke before you could.

“What are you here for?”

The question simple, your answer was too. That doesnt mean you knew how to make it simple, especially since you were almost positive you were currently talking to a serial killer.

“Lots of research led me here. Couldnt have found it without my soulmate though... hey, you wouldnt happen to know any organ eating medical nerds would you?”

With his silence you assume you had said the wrong thing, sealing your fate as the next victim of the woods regardless of the fact that you hadnt even step foot in it yet, only to find that he had tilted his head in your direction. Blue mask peaking out from under his hood, you knew for a fact that you are facing a horror from the trees.

“I do happen to know one, but before that topic can go much further I’m gonna have to ask just exactly how you feel about that.”

His words seemingly chosen carefully. This was your test, all you had to do was not fail it seemed. What the right answers were though, well you suppose you’d just have to be honest.

“Well.... I was pretty scared at first. I thought he was just going to be a medical student. Be a doctor some day... but then the cult stuff happened. He started to know things about demons and monsters and he knew what raw organs tasted like... I was scared... but I decided that I could try. He’s my soulmate, so the least I could do was try. Find him. Figure him out. Give him a chance. Maybe it could be explained away, but I knew that wasnt very likely, just a stupid thought from the kinder side of my brain. Ive known for some time that my soulmate was a killer, to some extent, and now I just want to try. For us.”

You looked over at him after you finished rambling. He appeared unmoved by your words. Having not said a thing or even adjusted himself in his seat, still as a statue. Appearing to contemplate your words, he finally sighs before standing to his full height. Staring down at you from behind his mask where it appeared his eyes were black pits of darkness.

“Well then, soulmate, I guess my chance starts now. If youre still willing, that is.”

#eyeless jack #soulmate au #soulmate marathon #creepypasta x reader

[marshmallow-phd]

Catching Rain

Part of The Untamed - EXO Wolf Universe

Genre: Wolf!AU

Pairing: Minseok x Reader

Summary: You were more than satisfied with your life. You attended a nice college, had nice friends, a nice boyfriend. That’s what your life was: nice. You weren’t looking for anything more, so what were you to do when this seemingly harmless boy walked into your life and turned your nice little world into one much more dangerous?

Part: 1 I 2 I 3 I 4 I 5 I 6 I 7 I 8 I 9 I 10 I Epilogue

**

The theatre was loud, opposite of its normally hushed nature. People were yelling back and forth, saws and drills screeching as they tore through wood. In the background, sewing machines could be heard, along with the occasional curse as the needle got stuck in the fabric. One person, however, was quiet, focused. The paintbrush in his hand was small. The hairs tightly pressed together in order to create the perfect details on the backdrop. Erik was hunched over, sitting cross-legged on the stage floor as he squinted at the distant forest he was perfecting. Setting your bag down in the second row, you headed up the stage stairs.

“Hey,” you said softly in order not to scare him. 

Blinking, he turned around. His glasses were on the very tip of his nose, having slipped from the slight bit of sweat that had conjured on his face from the glaring stage lights. With a green speckled finger, he pushed the frame back up to its proper position. “Hey! I thought you had a project?”

You shrugged. “I did, but… I kind of hit a wall and needed to give my brain a rest. I’m sorry, I guess I should have gotten lunch with you anyway.”

“That’s alright. If you want, I still have half of my sandwich left.”

Smiling, you ruffled his hair. “Thanks, I’m not really hungry.” Minseok’s dismissive response had ruined the idea of food for you. Later you knew you would be starving, but right now food sounded like a great way to churn your stomach and see what it had been brewing all morning. “I’m just going to go hang out in the seats, if that’s okay?”

“Yeah,” he nodded. “No one will bother you or question it. Not that anyone would notice in the first place.”

“It’s pretty crazy around here, isn’t it?”

“You missed the big explosion when Dorothy couldn’t find the armchair for the second act. Turns out, someone just leaned a piece of wood for the set against it and hid it from view. Still took us half an hour to find it.”

You snorted. “Wow. I’m actually kind of sad I missed that.” You kissed his cheek, careful to avoid a smear that you were sure he had no clue about. That stupid guilt knocked once again.

The seat was only slightly comfortable, the cushion long ago worn down from a thousand performances. You stewed there in the second row. Though it wasn’t appropriate during shows, you didn’t think anyone would care if you set your feet on the seat in front of you. Folding nearly in half, you hid your face from those who might look your way as you cranked the handle to get the gears in your head to turn. 

Confusion seemed like too weak a word to describe what was going on in your head. You were angry, frustrated, sad, relieved. There had to be some language in the world that tied those emotions all together. You just didn’t know it. Perhaps that one word could be the pill you needed to no longer feel this way. If you could shove all of that into a single box, you would be fine. But is it ever that simple? When you closed your eyes and tried not to think of anything in particular, Minseok’s face faded into view. You’d shake your head to drive the image away. It came back anyway.

You felt powerless against this unseen pull, this innate desire to see him again, even after what had just happened in the courtyard. Your mind made excuses, told you that if you simply asked him to explain then he would. Looking up at Erik, you sighed. 

There was no comparison because they were two different people. Erik was the sensitive artist, the kind who went to coffee shops on Friday nights to hear a mediocre guitar player sing his “poetry” because he believed everyone deserved an audience. Minseok, on the other hand, was a strange combination of math lab nerd and soccer team captain. He was goofy and dorky, easily amused by corny jokes, but also had the physique of someone who ran five miles in the A.M. for the fun of it. What you couldn’t figure out was what drew you to him in the first place. In any normal, not-already-dating-someone situation, you wouldn’t have been interested in his type. Yet, it was almost… effortless, being around him. Even after all these years, you sometimes had to force yourself into conversation with Erik. Comfortable silences didn’t exactly exist in your relationship, but you always chalked that up to your own personality. Now you wondered if those moments would be better with Minseok. 

Was this a normal thing? You heard stories of college sweethearts all the time and for the last few years, you thought you and Erik would join that club. You hadn’t thought about marriage, per se, but you hadn’t seen an end either. The idea of coming to a fork in the road had never occurred to you. While logic and third party advice you’d casually picked up over your life told you to stick to the left, you were being drawn to the right. One road you could easily see where it led, signs, clear pastures, and everything. The other way wasn’t as clear, disappearing into thick woods that were both inviting and foreboding. You didn’t know if there was another side for the road to come out to. The only way you would ever find out would be to follow it. 

You were able to sit there in that second row seat for a few hours, surprisingly, with your phone and the internet as your companion. Only occasionally would you contemplate that fork again. Left, right, left, right. Easy, hard, easy, hard. In the end, you decided you needed to see Minseok again to really decide. 

The stage manager called it quits late in the afternoon. Erik washed up his brushes and came to meet you. “Hungry yet?” You nodded, more for something else to do before you were alone again. “Good. I’m starving.” Taking your bag like the gentleman that he was, he waited for you to stand up and then walked you out of the theatre.

Dinner ended up being a small burger joint that Erik had been craving all day. You gave no complaints as you started salivating at the thought of their fries. Surely they had to have some sort of secret, addictive ingredient to make fried potato sticks so incredibly delicious. The two of you ended up splitting a large basket of the side. It stayed equally in the middle of the table so no one could say that the other was hogging. Yes. Safe. Easy. Seeable. 

Erik offered a follow up to dinner, but you feigned exhaustion (though there might not have been any faking truthfully, as your mind was tired from constantly running throughout the day). He walked you all the way to the door of your room. As usual, he told you goodnight and leaned in for a kiss. But unlike your normal anticipation, you flinched back to avoid his lips. He stared at you in confusion. Clearing your throat, you made it up to him by kissing his cheek before running for cover in your dorm. From the light of the hallway, you could see that Erik stood on the other side for a few seconds, hesitating to understand what had just happened, before finally walking away. 

Teeth clenched down on your bottom lip, you pulled your phone out of your back pocket. Thankfully, Willa was still out so you were alone. The glare of your phone burned in the darkness. You squinted as you moved your thumb across the screen, unlocking it before opening the contacts. The number you wanted was easy enough to find. The pad of your thumb hovered over the little green phone. It accepted the slightest touch and switched over to calling mode. You placed the speaker to your ear. 

Rrriiinggg. Rrriiinnngggg. 

“Hello?”

You sucked in air. He’d answered. You didn’t have a plan for this. You didn’t have any sort of plan after pressing call. You’d hoped that he was one of those people who didn’t have a voicemail set up. 

“Hello? (y/n)?”

You hung up. 

**

Minseok watched you stalk off in the exact direction he wished you hadn’t. Anywhere else; he would have been fine with you going anywhere besides the theatre where your boyfriend was. His wolf growled and clawed with jealousy. Why was he so stupid? Since when was keeping his mate a secret more important than being with you? Of course he wanted to eat lunch with you, to see how you got along with his brothers. But the idea of Baekhyun figuring it out had caused him to panic. As obnoxious as Baekhyun could be, he wasn’t stupid. At some point during the meal, Minseok would have done something a little overprotective and Baekhyun would have started to connect the dots. Unfortunately, he’d already picked up on something. 

“Oooo, breaking the rules, are we?” The brat even had the audacity to wiggle his eyebrows at the eldest wolf. 

Not holding back, Minseok swung, hitting a good target on the upper arm. 

“Ow!”

“First, it's not a rule,” Minseok grumbled. “Junmyeon simply suggested that we don’t date. Besides, you’re one to talk. How’s Daisy?”

Baekhyun was hardly phased. He sported a cheeky grin. “She’s great.”

Bored, Sehun asked, “Can we just go eat now? Who cares who Minseok was flirting with?”

“I wasn’t flirting with her!” Minseok shouted. He explained in a lower voice, “She’s having trouble in her math class so I’m doing Sungkyu a favor and helping her out so she can pass. That’s it.”

“So why didn’t you want her to eat with us, then?” Jongin asked innocently. 

Minseok flinched. Jongin was more observant than anyone would give him credit for. Not that Minseok was subtle in any sense of the word. “I didn’t say that I didn’t want her to eat with us. Knowing you all, you would have let something slip about what we are.”

“Minseok, we all caught that she was willing to join us,” Chanyeol said. 

Huffing, Minseok grumbled, “Are we going to go eat or should I just go by myself?”

Shrugging off the odd behavior, Baekhyun turned and headed for the parking lot. Minseok was quick to follow, feeling smaller than normal surrounded by his pack members. In his head, he pictured himself running back towards the theatre, bursting through the doors, and - in true dramatic fashion - declaring you his. 

That would be a complete disaster. He should only do that if he wanted you to never talk to him ever again. 

Minseok hardly paid attention as Chanyeol drove them to his favorite pizza place. He was in a trance as the others took control of what to order. Physically, he sat in the booth next to Sehun with Baekhyun on the other side. His shoulder was pressed into the chipped wooden guard rail that ran along the wall but he hardly noticed the uncomfortable poke in his skin. His mind was still back at the campus. He was driving himself crazy trying to figure out how he was going to make this up to you, how he was going to explain his bizarre switch up to you. He hardly ate, which was fine since the others were more than happy to devour the three large pizzas with varying toppings. The others weren’t bothered by his quietness since it was nothing new. Minseok was always more of an observer than a participant. In a time like this, it worked to his advantage.

There was no consulting Minseok when the lunch was through. They all simply piled back into the car and headed out of town towards the woods. Vague mentions of going for a run were tossed around. Minseok didn’t voice any sort of agreement. He wasn’t in the mood. Ha. A wolf not in the mood to run wild among the trees? He really was turned upside down because of you. While the younger ones headed straight for the trees, Minseok headed up the porch and through the front living room until he came to the kitchen. Oh, thank god. There were still beers in the fridge. He grabbed one and immediately opened it, still chugging as he walked over to the breakfast booth. 

“Did you have fun?”

Junmyeon slid into the booth across from him. Minseok put the can down. “Yeah. At first. We had fun with the project. It was when the others showed up that things…  went bad.”

“What do you mean?” Junmyeon asked with a frown. 

“I… panicked. The others invited her to join us and I….” Minseok shrugged. 

“Worried that the others would figure it out?” Junmyeon guessed. The response was a nod. 

“Figure what out?” 

Shit.

Baekhyun stood in the entryway, looking back and forth between the eldest and the alpha. Minseok gulped. He thought that all four of them had gone out on a run and he hadn’t heard anyone else in the house. Stepping further into the kitchen, Baekhyun asked again, “Figure what out?”

Minseok looked to Junmyeon for help. None was to be found. 

“You should probably tell them.”

“I’m not going to tell just Baekhyun so he can go running and tell the others and exaggerate.”

“I can always call a family meeting.”

“I don’t want to make that big of a deal out of it.”

“Too late on that. Besides, that’s the best way to get everyone here. Get it out of the way.”

“Or to get none of them here.”

“I’m still standing here,” Baekhyun scoffed.

Minseok looked at him. “I know.”

Junmyeon sighed. “Baekhyun, will you go get the others? Tell them it's important?”

He nodded. “Sure. Be back in a flash.” He left, already shedding the hoodie over his head. 

Slumping down in the booth, Minseok felt defeated. Junmyeon sensed this immediately. “It really won’t be that bad. And they need to be prepared.”

“Prepared?” 

“Yes. Once a pack member finds the first mate, the others will slowly start to find their own. It won’t be immediate. It could take years, really. But it’s like a domino effect. They should be aware that it's their turn next.”

It made sense. The pack was always connected, both in mind and in instinct. But it had been just them for so long, the idea of bringing in mates to the fold was odd. Minseok wasn’t sure how the others would react. Fists clenched on the table, he leaned his head down. It took almost half an hour before the rest of the pack came back. Yixing had arrived first, coming back from a lab he was making up from earlier in the week. The rest came into the kitchen ten minutes later. They were knocking into each other as they yanked on shirts and pants. 

“Okay, Junmyeon, what’s the emergency?” Jongdae asked, very prepared to be his usual sarcastic, troll self. 

But Junmyeon didn’t reply, letting Minseok take the reins instead. Minseok didn't want to do this. He wanted to run, to keep his secret a little while longer while he figured this whole thing out. But Junmyeon was right. It was time.

“(y/n) - the girl that some of you met today… she’s my mate.”

It was pure silence in the kitchen. It was unnatural in this household. The only time it was ever this quiet was when the house was empty. 

“I’m sorry,” Jongdae said. “You said… mate? Right?” Minseok nodded. He growled.  “Fantastic.”

“You really found your mate, Minseok?” Yixing was more enthusiastic about the news. He looked elated, even. A small smile was creeping up. 

Despite the stunned silence, Minseok found Yixing’s energy infectious. “Yeah. I did.”

“Have you told her yet?” Chanyeol asked. 

“She has a boyfriend,” Jongin reminded him. 

“Oh. Right.”

“I’m working on it,” Minseok said. “I just-” His phone vibrated in his pocket. Pulling it out, his eyes widened at the name popping up on the screen. With sixteen eyes on him, he answered, frantic. “Hello?” A gasp on the other end. “Hello? (y/n)?” You didn’t answer. Two seconds ticked by and you ended the call. He stared at his now black screen in shock. Then his brain started again. “I got to go.”

“Was it her?” Junmyeon asked. 

“Wait, I have more questions!” Baekhyun whined. Minseok was out of the kitchen in a heartbeat, jumping into his car and flying down the road. He didn’t know if you were hurt or in trouble. Why had you called him? Why didn’t you say anything? He was determined to find out. There was only one problem. 

He didn’t know your dorm number. 

You’d briefly mentioned the shared campus housing with your best friend, but that was all the information he had. Looks like he would have to find it the old fashion way. 

Asking. 

As soon as he parked, he headed towards the dorms, thankful at least that the two large housing buildings were close in proximity. He headed for the smaller cafeteria located in the lobby of the first building. The kitchen was closed but there were still students taking advantage of the open seating. Okay. Here it goes. 

The first few groups that Minseok asked had never heard of you. He was starting to berate himself on what a stupid idea this was. He should have called you back and asked you to call him when you were ready because it most certainly would have gone to voicemail. But his luck soon turned around. He approached a group of three girls sitting in a corner. One of them had a camera. 

“Excuse me?” They looked up. Minseok cleared his throat. “I’m sorry, but I’m trying to find (y/n) (l/n)’s room. Do you happen to know her?”

One girl narrowed her eyes. “Why do you want to know?”

Minseok swallowed. “I… I have her notebook. She’d left it behind earlier at study group. She really needs it for class on Monday but I can’t get a hold of her.” Please believe his stupid lie. 

The girl who’d spoken made eye contact with her two friends. “She’s in room twenty-three-nineteen. If she doesn’t answer, just slide the notebook under the door.”

He could almost jump from elated joy. “Thank you!” 

Taking off, he headed for the stairs. Your dorm room was only on the second floor so it didn’t take long to follow the signs until he was right outside your door. Only now did the possibility that your roommate would be the one to answer cross his mind. What lie would he have to come up with then? He had to take the chance. 

After knocking, he waited, shifting from foot to foot in an attempt to release the nervous energy surging through his body. The door swung open. 

It was you. Thank goodness. 

You were not the same level of relieved. “What the hell are you doing here?”

Crap. He probably should have thought of that. “You called me.”

You looked back over your shoulder before stepping out into the hallway, letting the door shut behind you. “So? That doesn’t mean you can just show up here!”

“I need to talk to you.” 

You licked your lips. No, please don’t do that. It’s too tempting already to grab your face and kiss you against the door. Without speaking, you went back into your room. Well, that was a bust. But before he could walk away with slumped shoulders, you came back, this time with shoes on and your bag. “Let’s go.”

He gave no protest as you led him out of the dorm and into the dark. He had no idea where the two of you were headed, but he planned on embracing whatever came his way. The two of you were going to talk. His heart was thumping hard against his sternum. He was getting more alone time with you. Who knew what would end up flying out of his mouth in these next few hours. Would this be the night of truths and revelations?

#exo #exo wolf au #exo wolf!au #minseok x reader #kim minseok #xiumin #exo werewolf au #exo werewolf!au #exo fanfic #exo fanfiction #exo supernatural au #exo series #The Untamed Universe #Catching Rain

[ramen-rambles]

HC: Going On A Disney Date

Pairing: Bakugou Katsuki x Reader, Kirishima Eijirou x Reader, Kaminari Denki x Reader, Todoroki Shouto x Reader, Midoriya Izuku x Reader

Warnings: None! Just fluffy goodness

Word Count: 1.9K

Summary: Just some headcanons on what spending a day at the parks would be like with your favorite boys. (btw, this is based on the Disney parks in Anaheim!)

A/N: S/O to the discord for indulging me in my Disney obsession :’D Fun fact, when I went to Disneyland for Halloween, I borrowed my friend’s Pikachu kigurumi so that I could lowkey cosplay as Denki LOL

Taglist: @jojosmilktea

♡ ⌒*ﾟ.❉・゜・。. ♡ ⌒*ﾟ.❉・゜・。. ♡ ⌒*ﾟ.❉・゜

BAKUGOU KATSUKI

You had to do so much convincing to get him to even go to one park, let alone two

Teases you and smirks saying, “Why do you want to go to some lame theme park? I’m all the fun you need, princess.” 

Bakugou ends up giving in to your begging because… how can he resist such a cute face? 

He is super whiny in the beginning, literally complaining about every little thing

“Why the fuck is all the shit here so damn expensive?”, “The lines are too fucking long!” 

Don’t even bother trying to get him to wear any kind of Mickey Ears either

He thinks it looks adorable on you though, not that he’d admit it 

However, after seeing how much fun you were having, he eases up a bit and begins to enjoy himself too

Actually, he ends up becoming more excited than you

Once you start getting tired from all the walking and constant queuing, he mocks you and says “What? You’re tired already? I could keep this up for hours!” 

His go-to pose for the ride photos is to flip off the camera

And yes, you guys end up buying a copy of all the pictures because he thinks it’s fucking hilarious

His favorite attraction to go on is Toy Story Midway Mania because he knows he’ll kick your ass and get a higher score than you; or Radiator Springs Racers, so he can win the race and kick other people’s ass 

KIRISHIMA EIJIROU

He’s such a child at heart that he was actually the one who asked you to go to Disneyland

Had already bought the tickets in advance because he already knew you’d say yes. You felt kind of bad that he had to spend all that money for both of your tickets

“E-eji, are you sure you don’t want me to pay you back? These tickets must have been so expensive!” 

“Don’t worry about it babe, I’ve been saving my allowance to buy us these tickets. I wanted to take you out on a magical date at the happiest place on earth!” 

He really was the sweetest boyfriend

On the days leading up to your date, you two start planning out matching outfits, what rides you guys for sure want to go on, and all the new foods you can’t want to try! 

The night before, the two of you have a Disney movie marathon, snuggled up on the couch eating popcorn while watching all those childhood classics! 

His favorite movie is The Little Mermaid because where else did you think he got the inspiration to dye his hair red? Princess Ariel

Day of, you guys are BEYOND excited

Kirishima wakes up extra early to start getting ready, letting you get in a few more minutes of sleep

Once you get there, the first thing you both do is take a picture in front of Main Street! He pretty much documents your entire trip on his phone, taking candid photos of you being the cutie you were

He makes it his new lockscreen wallpaper

While he was waiting in line to buy some food, you went to the shop and bought a matching pair of Mickey and Minnie ears, wanting to surprise him

Smothered you in smooches because he was so happy you guys were matching head to toe, literally 

“Thanks babe! I’m never gonna take this off!” 

And he never took his ears off. He wore it all day. How it didn’t fall of his head was a question you had no answer to

You two were the definition of cringey couple; matching outfits, constant PDA

Not that he cared what other people thought. He was happy and you were happy, that’s all that mattered to him

Go-to ride pose is leaning over next to you, grabbing your entire face, and giving you a big kiss on the cheek 

Favorite ride is Hyperspace Mountain, loves the thrill of it plus, it makes his hair look extra spikey because the wind pushes it back up 

KAMINARI DENKI

You guys are such kids, after you guys went the first time, you came back so often and ultimately decided that it would be better to buy annual passes

Your guy’s Disney trips were always very spontaneous, to say the least 

Kaminari would be like, “Hey babe, what if we go to Disneyland tomorrow?” 

“Come again? You want to go to Disneyland tomorrow?” 

“Yeah, why not? We haven’t been in awhile” He says, nonchalantly 

Giving in to his pouting, that’s how the two of you usually end up at the parks

You go so often you basically have a routine down

You two take turns doing everything; driving, paying for parking, paying for food, etc

During the drive there, you guys are singing non-stop. For some reason, he knows almost all the lyrics to every single song, making you wonder how he can memorize all those words and somehow still have no clue how to remember a simple math formula

You guys also try to Disney Bound (basically, it’s a lowkey cosplay) most of the time, but if not, you guys will always wear matching outfits

Unlike most people, he actually really enjoys wearing the Mickey ears, he thinks he looks extra cute in them. You agree

His ride pose often changes, from ‘hitting the woah’ to literally bringing a prop on the ride, he just does whatever he thinks is funny

But you often collaborate with each other while waiting in line to decide what pose you should do together; if no ideas come up, throwing up a peace sign is the standard move

Favorite ride to go on is Splash Mountain, hands down. He always asks to sit in the front. For some reason, he loves the feeling of getting absolutely fucking drenched

As a tradition, you two always make it your last ride of the night. Since it’s colder, there’s really not much of a wait, meaning you guys have an entire log to yourselves and can pretty much go on it as many times as your hearts desire 

TODOROKI SHOUTO

You were aware that Todoroki had probably never been to Disneyland before, considering he spent most of his childhood training

So when you asked him if he’s ever actually gone to the parks, he was like, “Isn’t that the amusement park who has a rat as their mascot? His name is Mikey, right?”, “So, Elsa has an ice quirk too?” 

You swore that this boy would be the death of you

You were quick to educate him on all things Disney, telling him stories of when you were younger and how they were some of your fondest memories as a kid

Wanting your boyfriend to share the same experience as you, you eagerly suggested that the two of you must go together one day, and he seemed just as eager with his response

He said, “Okay then, let’s go this Saturday. It’s the weekend so we most likely won’t be busy anyways.”

“Uh Shouto, honey, I’d love to go but I’m pretty broke right now, tickets are expensive so it’ll probably take me a few weeks to save up for —“ you complained

He cut you off right there and says that he’ll pay for everything, whipping out Endeavor’s credit card 

Why did he have that on him??

Before you could protest and scold him for using someone else’s card, it was too late because he already bought them

Once in the parks, he seems to be quite fascinated by everything, but his focus tends to stay on you, watching how excited you get over every little thing

You guys get matching ears, but he’s not too keen on wearing them. At most, he’ll wear it for pictures, but that’s about it. But he also can’t help but admire how cute you look in them 

Buys you literally anything you want. Overpriced merchandise? Done. Overpriced food? You bet. Overpriced everything? Abso-fucking-lutely. Doesn’t care about the price, as long as you’re happy

Even if he doesn’t explicitly show it, he’s actually having a lot of fun! 

Being in such a magical place with his favorite person in the world makes him want to go back, reliving those childhood moments he didn’t really have

Inevitably, he ends up upgrading your tickets to an annual pass 

“You bought us annual passes?! Why did you do that, and when?!” 

“I did it on the app, while you were in that long line for the bathroom.” He said, feigning innocence

You two end up going at least twice a month, if not more. Pretty much going there to just hang out and walk around 

His poses for the rides aren’t really poses per se, it’s really just his poker face. Occasionally, you’ll pinch his cheeks to give a little flare to your photos 

Favorite ride is Soarin’ Around The World. He likes the visual appeal. Plus, the orange scent smells really good 

MIDORIYA IZUKU

Both of you guys were equally excited to go! 

You two had planned to go for some time now, saving up enough money to buy tickets and acknowledging the fact that you guys would spend a lot on food and other things 

Izuku is such a nerd that he basically makes an entire schedule of your guy’s stay, morning until night

He grabs a copy of the park map and actually brings a pen to circle which rides you guys want to go on throughout the day

He will definitely download the app in order to keep track of wait times 

Plans for which rides you guys should go on first, taking into account the the events that people would be watching instead of waiting in lines, making the most of your time

“Okay, if the wait time for Radiator Springs Racers is 90 minutes, by the time we’re done, we should make it just in time to use our fastpass for Grizzly River Run…”

It kind of amazes you how articulate he was about this whole thing

“Wow, babe. I can’t believe you planned for all of that, I thought we were just going with the flow.” You said, teasing him for being such a nerd. How cute

His hero costume basically had bunny ears on them, so he didn’t complain about wearing the Mickey ears 

You two take lots of pictures, you guys even wait in that long line to take that cliché couple photo in front of Sleeping Beauty’s Castle

Go-to pose varies depending on the ride, usually the camera catches him by surprise, so in almost all of the pictures, he looks like he’s about to cry 

Doesn’t really have a favorite ride but his absolute favorite thing to do is to watch the fireworks towards the end of the night

He enjoys just sitting there and holding you close in his arms while you two watch the show and sing along to the music

♡ ⌒*ﾟ.❉・゜・。. ♡ ⌒*ﾟ.❉・゜・。. ♡ ⌒*ﾟ.❉・゜

Hope you liked these! Thank you for reading~

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[flyinbanachab]

Comfortember 11: Board Game

(note: this is a wildcard substitute for the prompt PTSD)

(also note: Twilight Imperium is an extremely real board game.)

---

11:03 AM Hughes slammed a briefcase down on the conference room table with a wicked glint in his eye. Breda raised his eyebrows.

"This game needs a whole suitcase?"

"You didn't read the rules, did you?" Hughes gave him an exasperated look as he popped the latches. Inside was a carefully packed mass of cards, counters, tiles, and colorful pewter spaceships.

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"Yeah about that. I was gonna, but it's the size of a goddamn novel and I had actual work to do."

Hughes straightened up and crossed his arms. "No playing unless you've read the rules. That's the first rule."

"You're kidding."

"Nope. Get started. If you're a fast reader you'll finish before I'm done with setup, though you might forfeit your choice of species."

"...my what."

"Twilight Imperium is a game of galactic conquest!" Falman jumped in. "Each player is a different alien faction, with their own strengths and weaknesses. Your strategy should change depending on which species you play."

Breda, pretending not to be intrigued by this, picked up one of the instruction manuals and retreated to a corner. He grumbled, "Aliens. Sounds like a real thinkin man's game. Yessir, a real grownup game for grownups."

Hughes started laying out a starfield of hexagonal tiles. "I figured we'd use one of the tutorial layouts, since there's so many new players."

Mustang began pulling stacks of cards from the suitcase and sorting them into piles; he's clearly played before. "I can't believe this is really how you want to spend your free day out east."

"Hey," Hughes gave him a sheepish smile. "You know how hard it is to get an eight-player game together! Plus, this way I don't have to feel guilty about asking Gracia to keep Elicia out of the way for a whole day."

At this, Hawkeye looked concerned. "Is this really a twelve-hour game?"

Hughes shrugged. "Can be. There's a lot going on, and a lot of players. It's faster," he added pointedly, "if everyone reads the rules first. Don't worry, we'll take breaks."

Rebecca Catalina leaned over Hughes' shoulder, pulled a piece out of the suitcase and holds it up for inspection. It's a pewter spaceship, painted yellow. "Wow, look at the guns on this thing. Nyyoooom pew pew pew!"

Hughes plucked it from her hand and returned it to the pile of yellow pieces. "Please do not separate the pieces."

Catalina pouted. "Riza said this would be FUN."

"This will NOT if pieces go missing. Okay everyone-- time to pick your your faction." He handed a pile of dossiers to Mustang, who flipped directly to one, setting it in front of him and passing the rest. Hughes looked at him over the top of his glasses.

"The Embers of Muaat? Really?"

"What?" Mustang sounded defensive.

"You know what."

Rebecca elbowed Falman, who she’d determined to be the non-Hughes person likeliest to give her answers. "What was that about?"

But Hughes answered first. "They're literally made of fire. A little on the nose, don't you think?"

Mustang scowled. "I want my war sun, dammit."

Havoc chose next: "The Nekro Virus? Fuck yeah, that sounds badass!"

"Are you sure? That's a pretty advanced play style..." Hughes cautions.

"E-vil ro-bots, e-vil ro-bots!" Havoc chants.

"Fine, have fun. Fuery?" 

"Uh, I think I'll take the Arborec."

"Oh, space fungus? Interesting choice. Falman?"

"The universities of Jol-Nar."

"Oh good, someone's playing the nerds. Can't wait to see how your tech stacks against Roy's war suns. Hawkeye?"

"Hmm..." She flipped through the remaining choices. "The Federation of Sol."

Havoc is aghast. "All these cool aliens and you pick human? Booooring."

"Hey, let the lady play who she wants. Sol's a great choice. Catalina?"

Catalina held a dossier in the air labeled Xxcha. "The ChaChaCha!"

Hughes scowled. "It's pronounced "Shhhcha."

"The reverend ambassador of the ChaChaCha respectfully disagrees, and would appreciate it if you'd take the time to learn their name."

"You're going to be like this all day, aren't you."

"Obviously!"   

Hughes sighed and pulled a dossier for himself. "I'll be the L1Z1X Mindset. Slightly less evil robots. Breda? You're done with time out, come pick your faction." There weren't many left.

"Mentak," he announced with a smirk. Hughes groaned.

"You would."

Catalina elbowed Falman again. "What's wrong with Mentak?" She stage whispered.

"The Mentak Coalition are space pirates. They steal trade goods from other players."

Catalina considered this for a moment, then batted her eyelashes at Breda. "You won't steal from ME though, right? We are but simple space turtles."

Breda just looked at her. “Never,” he deadpanned.

"Alright alright, everyone find your home worlds on the board and take your seat accordingly. Pick a color and get all your pieces..."

2:42 PM Hughes dropped a token onto Mustang's home world. Gasps and whoops erupted from around the room.

"Ohhh shit, it's happening!" Havoc howled.

Hughes glared daggers at Mustang. "Yeah, it's happening." He began moving his ships onto Mustang’s tile from all over the board. There wasn't enough room on it, seeing as how it was already overflowing with Mustang's ships--though, notably, crucially, not a war sun-- so Hughes lined them up on the bare wood of the table, each one very deliberately pointing its guns toward Muaat. Mustang jumped to his feet, angrily snatching dice off the table. Hughes stood to match. The rest of the table scrambled to their feet and gathered in behind them to see how the rolls would land.

"Space cannons," Mustang growled, flinging dice onto the table. 4:12 PM Havoc deliberated over which strategy card to pick.

"Mustang's going for Mecatol," Breda growled. "We gotta stop him."

"What? I'm not stupid," Mustang protested. "Look, you're all within range. No way you'd let me keep it. Not worth trying. I'm just sitting NEAR Mecatol for a little bit, for a different objective."

"Bullshit. Everyone knows that's bullshit, right? You can see it in his eyes."

"I'm not, I swear!"

Havoc looked back and forth between them and picked up Warfare, passing the pile of open options to Hawkeye.

Breda crossed his arms. "Then you won't mind if I take Imperial this round."

"Wh-what?" Mustang looked around the table, pleading his case. "This is a setup! He just wants to claim two objectives this round! Look, he's already ahead a point, we can't let him gain a lead like that."

Hawkeye, the barest ghost of a smile on her face, quietly placed the Imperial card in front of her and passed the remainder to Falman. Mustang and Breda both gasped.

"Hawkeye, no!" Mustang pleaded.

"Yeaaaah, get em Riza!" Catalina cheered. "All hail the queen!" 6:35 PM "Come on Fuery. What'll it take for you to vote for me?" Hughes asked. "Here. A promissory note-- a victory point in exchange for your influence."

"That would definitely decide the vote," Falman said, quickly doing the math in his head.

Catalina leaned in on an elbow, causing the v-neck of her blouse to puddle in a very interesting way. "Hey, I'll give you a promissory note AND 3 trade goods if you vote for me."

Fuery looked from Catalina to Hughes, unimpressed. "There's still another agenda after this," he said, adjusting his glasses. “Why should I spend all my influence now?”

"Don't give it to Hughes," Breda groaned. "He doesn't need an advantage."

"What are you talking about, I only have six points!"

"Uh huh, and I intend to keep it that way. Fuery, vote for Catalina and I won't steal from you, rest of the game."

"Give it to Becca and she's going to destroy me next turn," Havoc pleaded.

Fuery turned to Havoc and gave him a slow smirk. "What's it worth to you?" 8:49 PM Time to score the round. Breda, Mustang, and Falman all had 8 points; Hughes and Fuery had 7; Catalina had 6; Riza and Havoc trailed at 5. This could be the end of the game; first person to ten won, and it was technically possible to score 3 points right now. The room held its collective breath as Hughes proctored the scoring in its appointed order.

"Havoc?"

"Yeah, I can spend the resources," he said, doing so, gaining one point.

"Any secret objectives?"

"I wish."

Hughes moved on. "Catalina?"

She nodded, a tense smile on her face. "I'm spending my tokens for 2 points."

"Secrets?"

She flipped over a card with a smile. "Yes."

"Fuck," Mustang said. Suddenly Catalina was in the lead, one point from victory. Of course, she couldn't possibly win for another round.

"Falman?"

All eyes were on him. This could be it. They could see he didn't have enough resources, tokens, or influence to claim any of the open two-point objectives, but what was in his stack of secret objectives?

"Yes, I control 3 planets with technology specialties."

"What?" Hughes was surprised, looking at the starfield. "Oh, sure as shit. How'd we let that happen?" That was only worth one point though; now he and Catalina were tied at nine.

"Any secret objectives?"

Falman wordlessly turned over a card.

The room burst into a mix of curses and cheers. Mustang pushed back from the table hard enough to knock his chair over.

"Dammit! I had the points!" Breda groused, throwing his secret objectives onto the table.

"Good game, Falman," Hawkeye congratulated him.

"Yeah," Hughes grudgingly agreed, "Well played. This was really close though, look at that board." He then pulled a sheet of paper from the depths of the suitcase: a record of dates, players, and final scores. "Anybody got a pen?"

The players began sorting the mass of cards, tokens, and pieces back into their starting piles. Some hands were still shaky with adrenaline.

"Thanks for bringing this!" Fuery said. "It was a lot of fun."

Hughes grinned. "Yeah, it was. Same time next year?"

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[not-safeforsanders]

Crush

Warnings: NSFW (18+ ONLY), smoking and alcohol mention

Ship: LAMP ending but starts off as Logince and Moxiety. Fwb!Prinxiety also mentioned

Plot: Logan has only recently come to terms with his sexuality, and has been crushing on the gay community’s playboy of their University, Roman. in the meantime, Roman has had a crush on Logan since high school, Virgil is super gay for the gymnast cheerleader who is ridiculously flexible and everyone is determined to have a good time this year.

University!AU, I’m not over the “soft bubbly boy and emo badboy” trope or the “shy nerd and hipster dumbass,” trope so here we are.

Roman hums to himself as he places his cigarette between his lips and pulls his long hair into a messy bun in a swift movement. By the time he’s exhaled his hair is done and his cigarette is back between his fingers, shooting a grin over at Virgil “If you stare any harder the entire world is going to see your boner,” Virgil bats his friend’s grin away with a flick of his hand, his head tilted slightly to the side as he leans against the wall. 

“I can’t fucking help it,” Virgil grumbles, tearing his eyes away from the cheerleading practice, specifically away from the boy with loose curly hair that had caught his eyes a few time with a light grin on his face “He’s too pretty, it should be illegal to be that pretty,” He grumbles, grabbing the cigarette off of Roman to take a pity drag for himself. 

“Of all the handsome men in America, and you chose the sweet little Church boy,” Roman laughs and pulls his cigarettes out of his pocket to light another as he shakes his head “He’s cute, but you have no chance, look at him, he practically screams ‘never been fucked’ he isn’t going to want someone like you near him,” Virgil huffs and turns away. 

“Yeah and if you stare at Logan Sanders any harder you might fail maths for the fourth year in a row,” Roman wrinkles his nose in distaste at the jab “Face it dude, he’s oblivious as fuck or he doesn’t want you, time to move on,” 

Roman has had a thing for Logan since the last year of high school and the little nerd had managed to follow him to University. He is also the one leading a maths tutoring group which would be a great idea if Roman didn’t spend the entire time staring at his ass or lips. “I’m holding out hope for the first option,” He grumbles lightly. “Cease the bullying,” 

That’s also to say that Roman still hasn’t finished high school grade maths and is lucky he got into Uni on a scholarship, providing he at some point manages to pass the same exam he’s been sitting for three years. He’ll get there eventually. Probably. 

“Are we going to the party tonight?” Virgil asks after a beat of silence where he decides to stop bullying Roman over his crush. “Free alcohol for you to drown your pining in,”

“Oh you know it babe,” He presses a light kiss to Virgil’s lips, as the punk rolls his eyes and follows after his friend.

--

At the beginning of each year each society tends to throw a party for it’s occupants and their friends to endure, which is amusing when you think of the Chess Society trying to throw a party but mostly just ends with people playing chess and drinking beer. Roman’s friend since he’d started University-Remy-is the president of the LGBT society and there is no-one who knows how to throw a party quite like he does. 

“Babe!” The young man squeals, practically trailing a wake of glitter behind him as he rushes over to hug Roman, pressing a drunk kiss to his cheek “You’re here you...” He hiccups “...made it!” 

“And you are somehow even drunker in a record amount of time,” Virgil snorts “We’ve gotta get you into rehab one of these days,” Remy bats a hand at him nonchalantly as he stumbles a little and hands his companions a bottle of...something very blue and waves a hand. 

“Enjoy yourselves, don’t do anything I wouldn’t do!” He stumbles into someone’s arms, who they assume is his boyfriend or at least for the night. 

“That narrows it down to absolutely nothing,” Roman comments and shakes his head, weaving around the crowds of people whilst trying not to spill his bottle of...he wants to say it’s Vodka but the flashing lights are making it hard to decipher. It’s alcohol and so he will drink it. He brings the bottle to his lips and looks around, freezing a little. “Oh you have got to be fucking kidding me,” 

Virgil follows his gaze and curses under his breath “Why the fuck are they here?” He mutters “Isn’t Patton like a...you know...bible basher?” But they are both there. Logan with a bottle of what could be cider or really anything that looks fruity, leaning against the wall as Patton talks down his ear. 

“Hey, not all Christians are homophobic, he’s a cheerleader what else did you expect?” Virgil opens his mouth and then closes it again. Well, he does have a point. “Oh my God did you think he was straight this entire time, no straight boy can bend himself in half like that Virgil come on, your gaydar is better than this,” Virgil sighs and then downs his drink, wiping his mouth off on the back of his hand as he slides through the crowds towards them, grabbing another drink off of someone on the way “Wait Virgil! Bad idea!” 

Roman had been happy to not ever directly address Logan in his life. If it had been simply a sexual desire then he’d have no problem, Roman isn’t shy when it comes to sex; but he actually likes Logan and wants him to like him too. Most people who spend five minutes with Roman don’t tend to like him unless they’re drunk or Virgil (Or Remy). 

But Virgil is already sliding unto them, cheeks flushed as the alcohol works it’s magic. He opens his mouth to speak before Roman interjects “Good evening handsome men, your night just got better,” He grins a little and Virgil closes his mouth, nodding in agreement. “I know you,” He points to Logan “You tutor me, but you...who might you be?” He holds a hand out for Patton to shake. The other giggles lightly. 

“Patton!” He shouts over the music, his light curls bouncing as he leans closer for Roman and Virgil to hear. “And you?” Internally, they all know they’re both playing a little game; everyone knows who Roman Sanders is, and there’s no soul alive that doesn’t know the captain of the cheerleading team.

“Roman, and this handsome young man is Virgil!” Patton looks over at Virgil and Virgil thinks his heart might actually stop beating because Patton Hart is talking to him. There goes his badboy reputation, his insides are squealing like a teenage girl meeting her favourite band member for the first time. 

“I like your...” The cheerleader gestures to his face “Piercings,” He finds the word he’s looking for a beams proudly at himself “Did they hurt?” Virgil shakes his head. “Really? Just looking at them is making me wince,” he laughs, head tilted to the side a little as his eyes run studiously over Virgil’s face. 

Logan looks up at Roman as Patton starts to talk at Virgil (Not too, at, and Virgil is more than happy to not talk at all). “How is your maths coming along?” Dear Lord, he is such a nerd. “Still failing?”

“Don’t you know it teach,” Roman chuckles and crosses his arms, leaning against the wall. He’s a whole head taller than Logan which he’s never really noticed before (mainly because that would actually require willingly standing within five metres of him). He’s telling himself too keep it cool and suave, to be his usual charming self. But words are so much harder with those grey eyes looking up at you. “Can’t help it, struggle to focus on my work when someone as pretty as you is trying to tutor me,” He smirks and watches as Logan’s face goes bright red, eyes widening. 

“Oh...I...well...” He stammers and Roman grins, he’d actually managed to short-circuit that big brain of his. “I’m flattered, Roman, really,” Logan trips a little over his words before clearing his throat “I...hadn’t noticed,” 

The drama student smirks a little, already enjoying the way Logan gets so flustered over some simple flirting “Why don’t you finish your drink and come and dance with me?” Logan looks a little terrified for a moment “Or we could go outside for some air if dancing isn’t your thing,” Logan looks down at his feet and then up at Roman with a nod. 

“I couldn’t dance if my life were to depend on it,” He laughs a little and Roman nods as he moves through the crowds with Logan in tow to get outside. The two sit on the wall outside of the house, holding their bottles as Roman slides a cigarette between his teeth “Those are terribly unhealthy,” Logan tuts lightly “But I suppose you know that by now,” Roman nods, lighting it. Despite the fact Logan hates it when people smoke most days, he has to admit the way the fire illuminates Roman’s brown skin in a golden glow looks something beautiful in the dark. The end glows as he inhales and he exhales the smoke around the cigarette, pocketing the lighter. 

“Ever smoked?” Logan shakes his head mutely, his brain short circuiting a little as Roman pulls the cigarette from his lips “Let me guess, never really drank, never done drugs, straight A’s your entire life, perfect family and perfect home?” He snorts a little dryly. He offers Logan the cigarette, Logan knows he shouldn’t take it but he’s naturally a curious person. 

“Not quite, I’ve always been good at math and science if that’s what you mean by straight A’s,” He takes the cigarette and hesitantly bring it to his lips, inhaling a little too fast and coughing, “Fuck, how do you smoke that?” He splutters, eyes watering “That is awful,” He hands it back and shakes his head, face screwed up as he can still taste the tobacco on his lips. “I’ve never smoked, not much of a drinker, never done drugs, but I’m pretty much the only one in my family like that,” Roman nods. 

“Mood,” He takes a swig of his drink “Well, not mood, my dad gave me my first cigarette when I was...seven I think? I first got drunk when I was twelve, lost my virginity before I hit sixteen and have had essentially, a lot of bad decisions made since then,” Logan snorts a little. 

“I know, we went to high school together, even then you had a reputation,” Roman grins, so he does remember him then. “Roman Prince: The guy that everyone goes to for a sexuality crisis,” Logan sighs a little “I thought most of it was rumours I have to admit, I think even you would have trouble with that many...uh...sexual conquests,” 

“Oh honey please, they weren’t rumours,” He winks and Logan’s breath catches in his throat “I was a slut, I am a slut and I enjoy being a slut, it’s just who I am,” He shrugs “Sex is the reason we’re here, it’s the reason any of us are alive, and sure maybe my type of attraction isn’t going to birth new life on every occasion but...I still think too many people get embarrassed over nothing, it’s the oldest type of pleasure that we share with every animal on Earth,” He inhales the cigarette and exhales into the cool air, meeting Logan’s eyes “I don’t get embarrassed by it and I don’t hide from my reputation, I like what I do and I enjoy myself while I’m doing it,” 

Logan’s face feels like it’s on fire as he nods, a dazed expression on his face as his mind conjures up the situations Roman is talking about. He swallows, taking a deep breath as he nods “I think as long as you look after yourself, you’re right,” He muttered, suddenly understanding the phrases “I need a drink,” and “I need a cigarette,” as he takes a swig of his cider. 

“I’m fairly good at looking after myself,” Roman smirks in response, his voice a little rough from the smoke “And other people,” Logan’s mouth feels very dry at the implication (If his brain would stop providing accompanying images to the words that would be nice) as his heart thuds in his chest. ‘Am I being flirted with?’ He thinks frantically ‘Is this flirting?’ His mouth opens and closes but all that comes out is a soft noise of confusion. “Oh you are adorable,” The long-haired man chuckles, sliding off the wall to put his cigarette out, he pockets the end once he knows it’s out. Logan thinks it cute that he still doesn’t want to litter even with something as small as a cigarette butt. 

Then Roman is standing very close, his bottle on the wall as his body rests next to Logan’s. He bites his bottom lip, his eyes flickering over the other’s face, taking in the flushed cheeks and the wide eyes and the overall appearance of a deer caught in the headlights. “I promise I’m a gentleman, which is why I’m going to ask; may I kiss you?” Logan thinks he’s going to pass out. Seriously, and genuinely, all the blood in his body rushes to his cheeks at record speed. 

Does he want to kiss Roman? Probably, he is a little drunk and Roman is very pretty. 

Logan nods a little and rests the bottle on the wall as Roman stands between his legs, cupping his cheeks. The little nerd’s cheeks are so warm, Roman notes with more affection than he’s used to providing. How he’s keeping himself together he doesn’t know, he knows when morning comes he’s going to scream at Virgil. 

He presses their lips together firmly, parting his lips against the elder’s Logan’s shaky hands grip his jacket. In seconds Logan’s tongue is brushing against his own, swallowing little gasps and moans from each other’s mouth. Logan, who had until now never been kissed in his life, felt his body react accordingly. He felt like a fever was growing inside of him as some half of him screamed for the other man to be closer. 

But Roman pulls away and shakes his head, offering a small wink as his hands fall to Logan’s thighs, leaning to whisper against his ears “The rest you can wait for, you know, when we’re not both drunk,” He presses a lingering kiss to his warm cheek as Virgil comes stumbling out of the door, his eyes wide. “Virgil, you’re drunk,” He comments with a grin as Logan tries to regain his breath and composure. Patton comes trailing out after him with red cheeks and a lost expression on his face. 

Roman puts two and two together and hopes he’s coming up with four. “Patton, Logan, it was lovely to meet you, we’ll shoot you a message on Facebook because Virgil can’t hold his alcohol and if I don’t get him home I’m going to be cleaning puke off my shoes, absolutely wonderful to meet you angels,” He grabs his bottle off of the wall and Virgil’s arm with the other. 

Once they’re out of earshot, Roman whisper-shouts “What happened?” Virgil’s cheeks look a little paler. 

“Well, he’s gay,” Virgil mutters. “But I still don’t know how I did it,”

--

Earlier

”Well that’s Logan and Roman gone,” Virgil snorts, rolling his eyes “Roman could talk a chair into sex if he wanted too,” He shakes his head “Sorry about that, now you’ve been left alone with me,” 

“Oh I don’t mind so much,” Patton calls over the music “It’s a bit loud in here,” Virgil nods, looking around, before offering Patton his hand, nodding towards the door out of the living room. He’d been to Remy’s parties enough times to know where to go when there’s too much noise. “This house is owned by...one student?” The gymnast mutters once they get somewhere a little quieter, moving to sit at the top of the stairs. 

“Remy’s parents basically pay him to stay out of their way, rich white people with an image to keep, they don’t want their only son who is as queer as the day is bright getting under their feet, so they sent him across the state to be here, he’s loaded as all fuck,” He leans against the wall and takes a sip of his second drink for the night. 

“That’s really sad,” Patton replies, eyebrows furrowed “I couldn’t imagine what I’d do if my parents did that to me,” 

“I doubt you have much to worry about, you’re basically the poster boy for the perfect child awards, clever and talented, goes to Church...” He sighs a little, way out of his league. Patton laughs and shakes his head. 

“I am not perfect,” He leans against the bannister and looks down the stairs, listening to the music vibrate through the walls. “And I don’t go to Church like every week I don’t know when people started saying that,” He pauses “I knew you knew who I was, I figured that Roman was being coy but, and I mean this in the least self-centred way possible, pretty much everyone on our campus knows who I am,” Patton shrugs “Being a cheerleader tends to put you in the spotlight I guess, people love sports, I don’t know why girls keep trying though, have you ever heard of a straight and male cheerleader?” He snorts. Virgil shakes his head but he doesn’t know anything about cheerleading.

Except that Patton looks really good doing it. His and Roman’s smoking spot had incidentally ended up being just opposite the cheer practice field. 

“So you are gay?”

“Yep,” Patton's eyebrow raises “Did you think I just got lost and ended up at a gay party?” There’s a little smirk on his face that’s doing all sorts of things to Virgil “You?”

“Never even considered being straight to be honest,” Patton smiles at him and relaxes like he feels suddenly safer in the other’s presence. Virgil guesses he doesn’t get much of this in his white picket fence life. “So what are you doing here? I didn’t take you or specs to be much of a drinker, and these parties tend to turn into orgies by 1AM,” He jokes and Patton’s cheeks flush. 

“Logan recently officially came out so I thought maybe he’d want to...meet some people,” He glances back downstairs towards the door they’d come through “I just hadn’t expected for him to get hit on by Roman freakin’ Prince,” He giggles “He’s like a gay version of James Bond, it’s wild, I totally didn’t think Logan would be his type, but Logan has been gushing about him...well I say ‘gushing’ loosely, he doesn’t really gush...but he’s had a crush on him for like, a year now,” 

“That’s funny,” Virgil hums a little, good for Roman, “Roman’s been crushing on him since high school,” Patton squeaks, bouncing a little “Looks like we accidentally played matchmaker,” The cheerleader grins as he brings his drink back to his lips, meeting Virgil’s eyes as he takes a long swig from the bottle, his tongue darts out over his lips as he pulls it away and swallows. “So, were you just here for moral support or?” 

“I wasn’t here to get laid if that’s what you’re trying to imply,” Virgil has the decency to blush in response. “I’ve never been to a party before, I was a little curious but...it’s not really my thing, I think if another skinny twink touches my ass I might actually start crying,” 

“Eurgh, I know that feeling, like is it so hard to just fucking ask?” 

“Men,” Patton huffs, Virgil laughs in agreement. 

“Men,” 

They both drink, leaning up a little bit as the outer parts of their thighs and arms brush against each other. Virgil had never actually been this close to Patton in his life, he had been perfectly content admiring from afar every other day, in truth he’d assumed Patton was too good for him. Not many sweet young men want someone like him in his life, all ripped jeans and lip piercings. He’s usually a catch for older men who miss the 80′s enough. 

He’s also not Roman. He doesn’t know how to sweet talk people or flirt, he usually just grins and flutters his eyelashes and some hunk will pound him into the mattress for a good hour. 

But Patton? this requires talking and interacting and everything that he’s not actually good at. Patton isn’t his type, if he has one, he’s not the usual quickie in a bar or some lost straight guy at a club. He’s someone worth knowing. 

“So you do...gymnastics right?” Patton nods and places the empty bottle beside the top of the stairs. “I see you sometimes, the smoking area on campus is just opposite the cheerleading field, you’re super talented,” And flexible, he scolds himself internally ‘get your mind out of the gutter’ “If I run up the stairs I’m out of breath,” 

“I know,” Patton bites his lip a little “I knew vaguely who you were, not your name but you keep...interesting company so...” He had always thought Virgil was cute but he has to admit he kept a little prejudice towards a boy that looks a little...rough.“It’s mostly dedication, exercise I mean, you should try and do some yoga, it helps your muscle strength without it being too strenuous and because there’s lots of levels it’s something that you can start simply and work your way upto, like I couldn’t always do the splits it’s just something I learned to do, you need have some faith in yourself,” Virgil inhales sharply, his mouth opens and closes but he doesn’t know how to respond, no-one has ever spoken to him like that before; with a sort of instructive tenderness. For a moment he genuinely wanted to run home and start doing some yoga. 

“Maybe you should teach me,” He finally replies, his voice softer than intended. 

“Maybe I should,” Their eyes meet again and all Virgil can hear is the pounding of his own heart; the look in Patton’s eyes suddenly switched and there’s a coy look replacing the soft and sweet one he had a moment ago. He drags his bottom lip between his teeth as if he’s thinking, then releases it, tongue darting over his lips to wet them as he leans in and drags Virgil into a warm kiss. 

The punk’s lips part in shock, followed by a soft moan as Patton’s teeth pulls on one of his lip rings, his tongue running over the bitten piercing. He pulls back a little “I...you’re drunk,” He whispers, eyes wide, Patton shakes his head. 

“It’s just sparkling cider, non-alcoholic, you’re just really pretty and sweet,” He whispers hurriedly, pressing their lips together, before pulling away “Are you drunk?”

“Not enough to say no,” he snorts in response, tilting his head up to kiss him again, breathlessly. Patton’s hands tighten in his battered jacket, tugging him closer until Virgil is practically imaging him against the bannister, the younger has no idea where to put his hands, as if every time he’s ever fucked a guy had gone out of the window and this was his first time again. He grips Patton’s thighs, and lifts him into his lap with ease. Patton’s eyes widen, not expecting the other to be that strong. 

His cheeks flush as he pulls back “I...I don’t usually do this and I’m not...I don’t...” 

“It’s okay,” Virgil says softly “We can slow down if you like I don’t expect anything from you, we can even stop if you want, I don’t mind,” Patton’s heart skips a beat in his chest as he blinks, shaking his head. 

“I don’t want to stop,” He decides after a moment of thinking “But maybe we should get off the stairs,” His voice goes soft and shy, cheeks flushed and lips a little red from kissing as he tries desperately to drown out the nagging bit of forced morality at the back of his head. He has a right to do what he wants to do with his body, and he’s already breaking at least six laws of his religion so he might as well as add to it. 

“Hold onto me, tight,” Patton obeys and before he knows it he’s being lifted right up, his thighs and arms tightening around Virgil as he lets out a squeak of surprise. Virgil opens a door with one hand, peers around to see it’s unoccupied and then closes the door behind him, lying Patton down on the bed. “What do you want me to do?” He asks softly, his nose brushing against the smaller’s.

“I...I...” Patton blushes furiously, eyes closing for a second “I don’t want to go all the way, but...anything else is fine,” Virgil nods and presses a quick kiss to Patton’s lips as his hands work on opening the gymnast’s jeans, pulling them down his legs with his underwear. Patton doesn’t have long to be embarrassed about the situation as he sits up a little to watch Virgil kneel between his legs on the floor, being dragged a little closer, as the punk’s lips wrap around the swollen head of his cock. 

The elder’s eyes roll back in response, hands tightening in the sheets as his head falls forward, almost forgetting how to breathe properly as he whimpers out Virgil’s name. The cool lip piercings press against him as the younger’s talented tongue applies pressure in all the right places, drawing wrecked moans from the other’s lips that have Virgil reaching into his own pants to stroke himself. 

He doesn’t last long. Shifting his hips into Virgil’s mouth he feels heat in his tense muscles, a rush of euphoria building in his body as he presses forward, hips stuttering as he climaxes with a long, intense moan of pleasure. The sound goes straight to Virgil’s cock as he unbuttons his own jeans, still sucking Patton through his orgasm to milk every last drop that he can. He pulls back when he feels the curly-haired man squirm from the over stimulation, swallowing with cum drying on his lips as he looks up at Patton and in a few quick strokes he falls over the edge, cursing lightly. 

Patton looks stunned. His mouth opens and then closes as Virgil wipes off his mouth and grabs a roll of tissues off the bedside table to clean off his hand (Remy is nothing if not prepared for people to fuck in his house). The cheerleader exhales shakily, eyeing Virgil’s softening cock as he runs a shaky hand through his hair. “Are you okay?” Virgil asks softly, tucking himself back into his boxers and helping Patton re-dress. “You look like you just died not going to lie,”

“Sorry I’m just...” He trails off with a dry cough “That was really nice, I hadn’t expected it to be...I expected to feel guiltier,” He chuckles a little, zipping his jeans back up and doing the button. “Thank you, it was nice,” he blushes and looks down at his feet, swaying slightly. “We should probably go see if Logan and Roman are still alive,” 

Virgil made it halfway down the stairs before his face goes extremely pale. He just sucked Patton Hart off. In the fucking guest room of his friend’s house; the guy he’d been crushing on for a year had just been half naked  in front of him. Virgil stumbles into the cold air and stares up at Roman with a look of complete shock. 

--

Present

“So you sucked his dick?” Roman clarifies and Virgil nods, looking pale and dizzy, he pauses for a moment, turns around and throws up on the pavement. “You’ve sucked a lot of dick before Virgil,” he pats his back. 

“But what if I wasn’t good enough?” He coughs as Roman offers him a bottle of water sympathetically “It’s okay to fuck a guy when I don’t care about the long term, but this is the guy I’ve had a crush on for a year,” He whisper-shouts frantically “I want everything to be perfect,”

“That’s an unachievable goal,” Roman supplies as a helpful reminder “He seemed extremely pleased with himself if not a little out of it, I’d personally say job well done,” Virgil nods. “Come on, bed time for you buddy,” 

“So what happened with Logan?” 

Roman snorts and begins to recount what had happened. 

--

The next day

Virgil is still unsure whether last night had been a dream if he’s honest. He stares at the ceiling for a few minutes after waking up, as Roman stirs beside him and yawns, sitting up slowly. “Did...I...did last night?”

“Yes you sucked Patton off, now find him on Facebook and message him,” Roman snorts “I already have a date,” He crawls out of bed, he doesn’t usually sleep on Virgil’s bed but it’s certainly large enough to house the two of them, last night they had fallen asleep gushing over the two men they’d spent the evening with. “So, good luck, I need to go and shower,” 

Virgil rubs his eyes and opens up his phone, finding Patton on Facebook and sending him a message asking how he was feeling. He doesn’t get a response until Roman walks in wearing heels and skintight jeans and looking generally like he was about to give Logan a heart attack, white shirt tucked into black skinnies and eyeliner sharp enough to commit murder related crimes. “Oh he is going to die,” Virgil snorts. “Have fun!” 

As Roman leaves his phone buzzes with a notification, he clicks on it to see Patton has messaged back. Virgil exhales a little slower, a little grin on his face as his heart beats faster in his chest. ‘Hey Virgil! Sorry I was trying to help Logan get ready for his date, he’s not exactly a book of knowledge when it comes to what to wear and stuff so I was trying to help out, how are you?’ Virgil smiles like a lovestruck teenager as he replies. 

Halfway through the conversation Virgil asks Patton to come over for a little bit, they could watch some Netflix or something or anything that just makes everything that happened feel a little more real than it currently feels. He wants to get to know him a little better, that’s the plan anyway. Patton tells him he’ll come over after cheerleading practise which is ideal because Virgil and Roman have a habit of leaving their apartment as a shit tip and now he can clean up. 

Patton turns up still in his exercise clothes-grey leggings and a blue tank top, his messy curls fluffed in every which direction. His cheeks are flushed and he has a wide smile on his face and he looks like he’s just gotten out of the shower, and holy fuck Virgil can’t breathe he looks so pretty. 

“You look cute,” Virgil whispers, Patton blushes in response. “I...come in,” He holds the door open as he lets the other come in. “How are you feeling, I mean about...yesterday?” Patton smiles a little as he sits on Virgil’s bed as directed. 

“Well, it was a new experience, not sex I mean, I have done that before, but...not outside of a long term relationship,” He looks down at his hands “I’ve had to unlearn a lot about what I’ve been taught to be happy in the long term and sex is just...one of those things, but it felt good and when I got home I just couldn’t stop smiling,” He smiles again, now, looking a little shy “I had a feeling that maybe you invited me over to do it again, but I wasn’t sure,” 

“I wouldn’t be opposed,” Virgil stutters out “It’s just...I’d also like to get to know you if you’re interested?” Patton grins in response. 

“I’d love nothing more,” 

--

On the other side of campus, Roman and Logan are finishing up their date and the drama student is having a whole world of fun making the nerd all flustered with slight innuendos and flattery. They make it to Logan’s dorm and stand outside as the brunet shifts from one foot to another nervously “Would you like to...” He clears his throat a little “Come in?” He looks up from his feet, biting his bottom lip shyly as Roman grins. 

“If you want me too, I’m all yours darling,” 

Logan practically drags him in, a little flushed and with only a slight idea what he’s doing as he kisses Roman, barely pulling away as they stumble up the stairs and into his room. The door lock clicks shut and Logan pushes Roman onto the bed and crawls into his lap. “In theory I understand what I’m doing, in practise I haven’t...I’ve never,” He sighs “I’m a virgin, I know that’s a little pathetic at my age but, I only really came to terms with my sexuality recently,” 

Roman nods in understanding. “If you want to do this, I’m happy to show you the ropes,” Logan bites his lip with a small smile as he nods. He leans down to accept another kiss as Roman’s hands rest on his back for a moment, parting his lips for the other man as they both simply enjoy the moment, they have all day, after all. 

Roman’s hands move to untuck Logan’s shirt, sliding underneath to run his nails along the pale skin. The other man shivers in response, unused to someone else touching his skin like this, pressing his hips forward as Roman continues touching every bit of skin he can. 

He’d expected somehow for him to be more rushed, more passionate, more desperate. But Roman kept his pace slow so that Logan could enjoy every moment, and so he could enjoy every reaction of someone experiencing pleasure at another’s hands for the first time in his life. The physics student hasn’t exactly learned how to stifle his reactions yet so Roman is rewarded with a lot of low moans and jolts of pleasure as Logan presses into every touch. 

He’s already losing it before Roman has even properly touched him, as the taller flips the man onto his back and sinks between his legs, stretching him open as he sucks on the head of his cock. He doesn’t expect to get much more than this today, he has a feeling Logan won’t last long, so he simply enjoys watching the other as he pants and writhes and gasps and moans, his dark brown hair splayed against the white pillows and pale skin gleaming with sweat. Hands gripping Roman’s hair, tugging, begging as he rocks his hips into as much sensation as possible. 

Roman has a lot of sex, a lot of men that he’s thought are incredibly pretty or extremely handsome. But there’s a lot to unpack in how stunning Logan looks as he gasps out Roman’s name like he’s something wonderful. Roman thinks he looks beautiful; cheeks flushed, lips swollen from him biting them so much, numerous unrestrained noises echoing in the room. He works Logan right over the edge and suddenly finds that he doesn’t even want any sort of repayment because just watching him, tasting him, feeling him was enough. 

But then, Logan had always been special to him, he just never thought he’d have this chance. 

He swallows and leans up to kiss the other softly. “You are beautiful,” He whispers, nuzzling against his neck. Logan blushes deeper than he ever has before. 

--

Later, Virgil and Patton had finished up a rather tired round of lazily grinding against each other as they talked. They talked about themselves and each other and Virgil admits he’d had a crush on Patton for the better part of year, Patton had known that Virgil had a flippant interest in him of course, but as he stated before he had always thought of Roman and any of his friends to be a little different from how they turned out to be “A lot of people talk about Roman but most people just refer to you as the cute emo boy who hangs around him,” He chuckles and Virgil laughs, good, he likes his anonymity. 

Virgil had given Patton a slow and distracted hand job as they watched a film, both a little tired as they got each other off. Then they’d had a nap. When they’d woken up, Patton had cursed at the time and muttered that he should be getting back. “I’ll walk you back to your dorm if you like?” Virgil hums “I should probably go and retrieve Roman before he completely defiles Logan’s innocence,” Patton snorts. 

“I think Logan is more than ready for someone to defile his innocence, I thought I was sexually frustrated until I met Logan,,” He sighs “It took him a lot longer to come to terms with it, I think because of his parents and family, they’ve always made him feel like a freak and he didn’t want this to be another reason,” He dug his hands in his pocket as he finishes re-dressing. “Logan is really clever, he’s the smartest and nicest person I’ve ever met but...” 

“But people don’t really like people who are different, and Logan is different,” Virgil shrugs “I get it,” He pulls his hoodie on “I promise, no one will make him feel better about himself than Roman will, when people talk about Roman they expect him to be some sort of playboy that doesn’t care about his partner’s feelings but that’s just not true, it doesn’t matter if you’ve known him years or a couple of hours Roman will find some way to make people feel special, Logan’s in good hands,”

“Speaking from experience?” Patton teases. 

Virgil laughs shortly, then nods “Me and Roman were friends with benefits for years, occasionally we still hook up when we’re not in the mood for strangers, he’s my best friend,” Patton’s eyebrows raise a little “You look shocked,” 

“A little, casual sex is...it’s a new thing for me,” the ebony haired boy nods in understanding, digging his hands into his pockets “Not in a disapproving way, I’d love to have casual sex it’s just...I care a lot about people and sometimes it’s hard not to get attached, and...I grew up with a very particular set of morals that I don’t agree with anymore but still feel guilty for betraying,” 

“Understandable, you should do things at your own pace,” They both head outside and Virgil locks up behind them. “I don’t know what you want from me but I like what we have,” Virgil says softly “If you’re planning on sticking around I’d...I’d like to talk about what sort of relationship you want us to have,” 

“Well...I haven’t had a boyfriend in a year and so far you’re looking like a joint first candidate,” Patton smiles shyly, tucking a curl behind his ear “I don’t know if I’m...monogamous, basically, it’s just...I seem to fall in love a lot, and quickly and not always with the same person,” 

“Yeah me too,” Virgil chuckles “My worst fear about having a boyfriend is missing Roman’s blowjobs,” Patton bursts out laughing, he can’t help it, he’s just getting used to the other man’s bluntness “So is there where you confess your undying love for Logan?” The elder immediately buries his face in his hands. “So let me get this straight...even though I’m gay...you took the dude you had a crush on to a gay party so he could get laid instead of just asking if you could fuck him,” hands tap at his arms as if to shut him up, but Virgil only laughs harder “Oh you two are gold,” 

“It’s just hard to tell with Logan! I can never tell when or if he likes someone and then suddenly he was getting all flustered over Roman and his perfect hair,” Patton huffs, folding his arms “I didn’t know how to ask him and I didn’t want to overwhelm him with all these terms when he could just go and...get laid, but then...”

“Roman,” The punk shakes his head “Kinda threw a wrench in the works when the guy your crush has been fawning over offers to screw him,” He pauses for a moment as they cross the campus, making their way up to Patton’s dorm “The best course of action would be just to ask him,” Patton unlocks the door and they head upstairs. “I mean what’s the worst that could...happen?”

His words get caught a little short as their ears train in on the noises coming from inside the room that, judging by the look on Patton’s face, belongs to Logan. His ears and cheeks tint red, standing incredibly still before he’s unlocking his door and dragging Virgil in by the hoodie. “Pat...are you...?” He’s silenced by Patton’s lips as he’s pressed up against the door. “You totally want to make this into a competition,” 

“Am I winning?” He bites down on the skin of Virgil’s neck, making the younger moan loudly in surprise, his hands falling to Patton’s hips. 

“I didn’t bring a condom, or lube,” Virgil mutters, his hands resting on Patton’s chest, pulling away a little. “So I...uh...” He doesn’t get much else out because Patton’s on his knees, undoing his belt and pulling his jeans and boxers down his hips. He goes to tell Patton that he doesn’t have to do anything, but then his lips are sucking at the head of his cock and Virgil notices Patton squeezing himself through his jeans. 

He moans softly, his head falling back against the door. “You can do better than that,” Patton says, almost demandingly as he pulls off of Virgil’s cock, squeezing him firmly before taking him down his throat. Virgil’s eyes fly open as he takes him down completely, cursing under his breath followed by his partner’s name as his hands rest in Patton’s hair, not tugging, but carding through the strands. 

(it did end up being somewhat of a competition, because he could’ve sworn the moans got louder, and he could practically hear Roman’s smirk through the walls).

--

The next morning could’ve been awkward as Logan is blushing from every visible part of his body, his neck and collarbones littered with bruises as he wears Roman’s shirt in a way that Virgil knows all too well. Roman loves seeing his partner(s) in his shirts, usually he’s about a head taller and has about six layers more of muscle than anyone he’s fucking so it always looks awfully domestic and cute. 

Virgil brushes past his roommate with a smirk on his lips as Patton wanders out of his room in a similar state, except he hadn’t taken to the idea of wearing pants (”I’m going to commit to this,” He huffed, even though he’s blushing as he stands in Virgil’s shirt and boxers “I started it, I’ve gotta finish it,”) and Logan is definitely staring. 

“Do you guys mind if I do my morning stretches before class?” Patton hums, tucking the shirt into his boxers “The living room is not usually this occupied in the morning and there’s just not enough room in my room,” 

“Not at all,”

“Of course not,”

“Please do,” Roman purrs, sipping his coffee with a light smile on his lips. Logan bites his lip a little in response, his eyes diverting as Patton bends over, practically folding himself in half before pulling himself out of this position, standing on one leg and reaching behind him to catch the other foot, pulling it level with the back of his head. Roman’s jaw drops, his head tilting to the side as Logan can’t even resist watching. Virgil’s mouth had simply gone dry as his spoon clatters into the cup of coffee he had been stirring. 

All three of them hypothetically blue screened, if they had been computers and not Human Beings. 

Roman studies Logan’s expression with a knowing grin as Patton lets go of his foot and stands with perfect balance, moving to sit on the floor, relaxing his legs naturally, but spreading them and keeping them straight as he stretches to hold one foot and then the other. He tugs Logan onto his lap before whispering into his ear “Those sweatpants are hiding nothing my dear,” Logan’s back presses against Roman’s chest as the drama student’s hand slides his hand past the other’s waistband and squeezes him softly, before withdrawing and drawing circles on he skin just above his pants teasingly.

Virgil watches with interest as Logan flushes, he knows Virgil is watching and meets the other’s eyes. “Everyone is too horny today,” Virgil mutters “And in front of my coffee too,” He tuts playfully before brushing past them to Patton, who has certainly noticed the shy look on Logan’s face and followed the source to Roman’s hand. 

“It’s our own fault,” Roman comments, “And Patton’s for looking so good in your underwear, as well as being freakishly flexible,” Patton kneels up before standing, there’s a little blush on his cheeks as he looks up at the both, crossing the floor to stand in front of the two.

Logan isn’t very good with emotional language. But he’s good with actions, so Patton smiles nervously at him and runs his thumb along the other’s jaw slowly “Sorry, did I get you all worked up?” He’s never seen the other look so dazed “Maybe I should make it up to you,” He leans in and kisses him firmly. Virgil bites his lip as he watches, a low sound in his throat as his cock twitches. 

Roman meets his eyes, this is a situation they hadn’t been in together for a long time but the drama student in clearly enjoying himself as Logan squirms in his lap, leaning back against the stool to watch the two. “I’m...confused,” Logan admits softly as Patton pulls away “I have a lot of questions that I am unlikely to be in the right frame of mind to ask or have answered,” He’s so flustered, and everyone present thinks it’s adorable. 

“Perhaps later then?” Roman hums, pressing his hips up a little, Logan whimpers at the feeling of the other’s hard cock against him. The physics student nods frantically as Patton pulls him into a much harder kiss, his hands gripping Logan’s shirt before trailing down to his thighs to squeeze them firmly. 

Virgil is actually convinced he’s dreaming right now because this feels like something out of a movie and not his actual real life. “So who has the bigger bed?” he asks, throat suddenly very dry. 

“I do,” Patton hums, he pauses “Give me a moment I just need to...catch my breath,” Virgil nods and sits down again to sip his coffee as they wait patiently for Patton to make his decision. Logan shifts a little in Roman’s lap, and the other presses a calm kiss to his shoulder. “Does everyone want this?” He finally asks, taking a deep breath, he doesn’t quite know where his reckless streak is coming from but he has a funny feeling it’s something to do with the fact he’s tired of living in social constraints. 

Why be insecure about what other people think when you can have three very pretty men in your bed?

“I do,” Roman hums “But I feel like not a single person is surprised by that,” Virgil bites back a laugh, before nodding. 

“I do,”

“I feel like we’re all getting married,” Logan mutters “But yes, I do,” It’s not exactly as if he’s got much to the think about, he’s long passed caring (at this point) what other people have to say on his life, he made that clear by coming out in the first place. And sex just isn’t...it isn’t such a big of a deal to him as it probably should be, not in the way it can be for Patton. 

Even if he is remarkably flustered by the idea of three people seeing him naked, but he can work with that as he goes along. 

“Okay then,” Patton gives a smile, his decision made “There are weirder things to happen than sleeping with your best friend and two other men,” Virgil slides off the stool and wraps his arms around Patton’s waist, pressing a kiss to his neck gently, the elder shivers in his arms. 

“Are you sure?”

“Absolutely,” 

Roman had dipped his hand under Logan’s waistband again, presumably to satisfy the squirming man as his head leans back on the taller’s shoulder, pushing his hips up into the touch. “Let’s relocate somewhere more comfortable,” Roman chuckles as he quickly realises that Logan is going to be absolutely insatiable for the first few weeks, and he’s more than happy to provide that relief. 

“He’s like you,” Virgil teases as Roman withdraws his hand and tugs the other towards Patton’s room “You’ve finally met your match, Roman, I daresay he may be the love of your life, finally after so long of thinking you’d never find someone as horny as you are...” He gets a flick against his ear piercing and pouts, but he refrains from teasing Roman as he’s pulled into the room. 

The next hour feels like a blur, when he recounts it at a later date. He remembers Patton in his lap, kissing Logan for the first time, he remembers watching Patton tugs his clothes off between heated kisses and squeezing the other’s thighs as he grinds against him. 

He remembers watching Logan next to him, his hands fisting the sheets as Roman pushes into him, the drama student shirtless as his muscles tightened with each thrust into the smaller man. He remembers Patton watching and touching himself before cursing under his breath as Roman chucked him a condom. Virgil can remember the way Patton felt around him, he can remember Roman’s moans and Logan whimpering desperately.

He can remember a feeling too, his heart pounding in his chest as he thought “This is it, this is what I’ve been looking for,” The punk had spent so long crushing on Patton he’d actually forgotten the way Roman makes him feel, a feeling he’d long since buried. He’d never tried to notice how pretty Logan is but now it’s hard to miss. He don’t know why it had never occurred to him that Roman may be something other than monogamous, he’d always assumed if the flamboyant man settled for someone it’d be for one person and one person alone. 

Watching him over Patton’s shoulder then, he realises that Roman’s element is never going to be in one person alone. He likes the attention far, far too much.

So whilst all that passed in a blur, at the time, afterwards Virgil sank against the sheets as Patton called in sick for classes but it’s definitely more to do with the fact he was so fucked out. Logan curled up on Roman’s chest, tracing his collarbones with a tiny smile on his lips. Virgil wondered if this was all it was going to be. 

A few weeks later when Roman and Logan and Patton are all calling him their boyfriend, he quickly realises this is not the case. 

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ko-fi

#not safe for sanders

[boxed-n-bottled-arson]

Yandere Virgil Fanfic Chapter 1.

Summary: Virgil Storm was the cliche, quiet kid. The one that sat in the back of the class, never raised his hand, and whenever he spoke the whole class stared at him wide-eyed like it was some wonder of the world. So when a few kids from school end up dead, no expects him to be the culprit. {School AU}

Warnings: obsessive love, math class, plotting of murder, mentions of lunch, murder, blood and dead body mentioned briefly, regretless murder, nothing else I believe.

Ship: Onesided Moxiety?, Royality

     Virgil was in math class, but instead of staring at the whiteboard where his teacher was explaining some new formula, he was staring at Patton. Patton Heart was student body president, and in Virgil's eyes, he was the most amazing perfect person in the world. Just everything about Patton was perfect, his laugh, his smile, the funny puns he made, it was all so cute, and as much as Virgil didn't want to say it, he was in love. 

     But that's when Virgil noticed something, something that made him want to scream to the very top of his lungs. Patton and the boy next to him were passing notes back and forth. And was Patton BLUSHING AND GIGGLING!?! Virgil didn't know why but this small thing shook him to his core or why it sent questions spiraling through his head, what if Patton doesn't like him? What if Patton didn't even know him? What if… What if… A very stern voice cut him out of his thoughts. "Mr.Heart, Mr.Prince  would like to explain what you’re doing?" The teacher asked, glaring at the direction of Patton and the boy he was passing notes with. "Oh sorry sir, Roman was answering a question of mine," Patton answered back. So the boy that was potentially flirting with Patton is named Roman? Virgil thought to himself. This will need to be investigated.

     Over the next week or so Virgil went full stalker mode, figuring out as much info as he could about this 'Roman' kid. He had learned a few crucial things, one Roman was lead in the upcoming play, two Roman had rehearsal every Wednesday and Thursday after school, three Roman was openly gay, four Patton and Roman are childhood friends who have known each other most of their lives, and most importantly five Roman must definitely has a crush on Patton. And that last one just wouldn't do in Virgil's books.

     Virgil didn't know what it was, but Patton made him so happy. Virgil's life always felt so sad, cold and empty, but Patton was like a light. He made Virgil smile and blush and laugh, and it felt amazing. Virgil wanted that happy feeling always he loved that feeling just as much as he loved Patton. So the idea that someone wanted to take that from him, it shook him to his core, and Virgil was willing to admit he was gonna do anything to keep Patton to himself. 

    Virgil had come up with a plan if he wanted to find a way to remove Roman from the equation. It was a simple one, but from what he gathered, it should work out perfectly. So during one math class (sadly the only class he had with Roman), he walked up to Roman to ask for some help on the sheet they were given. Virgil didn’t actually need the help, but this was step one of his plan, and from what he learned from their study session turned chat, step two was falling perfectly into place. 

     A small bell broke the semi-silence of the math class. Virgil was gathering his stuff when someone tapped him on the shoulder. Turning around, Virgil met the eyes of none other than Roman Prince. “So I was wondering since you always eat alone at lunch if you would prefer to go eat with me, Patton and Logan?” Roman asked, his tone bubbly. “Ya, that sounds...really nice,” Virgil said, the smallest smile dressing his face. Roman lite up, “perfect we’ll see you then!” And as Roman walked away, Virgil smirked to himself step two complete. 

     The lunch was nice (mostly cause Virgil got to sit and talk to Patton), but Virgil could barely stand the parts where Roman decided to flirt with Patton (it took a lot of power for Virgil to not just go up and choke Roman out). This mission though was not just so he (or Roman) could make heart eyes at Patton, no Virgil came to get some intel on an upcoming event. “Hey Roman,” Virgil asked, Roman, piped up. “I was wondering when your first dress rehearsal was?” a large grin washed over Roman’s face. “Oh well it’s this Wednesday, and you guys can come  watch if you want, I’d just have to get you guys a pass.” “Sorry Ro, but me and Lo have a meeting after school that day,” Patton responded, adding an apologetic look. “Plus you know you have to tell Lo ten days in advance if you want him to go to anything,” he added. Roman groaned “come on I told you two days in advance this time.” Logan glared at him “and I'm part of the debate team, math counts, student body, tech club, and book club your point?” Agin, Roman groaned “How many things can one nerd do?” “I can go,” Virgil said, making sure to not interrupt their conversation. Roman practically shoot out of his seat, “really? That’s it, Virgil you are now officially my favorite!” Roman declared, before grabbing the notebook Logan had next to his lunch and tearing a piece from it. “Really Roman? That notebook contains all my notes, wouldn’t it be a better idea to get paper from a different source?” Logan said with a slight scowl. “Oh be quiet, nerd I'm just writing up a pass real quick,” Roman said, ignoring the small growl from Logan. “Patton, love, do you happen to have a pencil with you?” Roman asked leaning slightly towards Patton who was sitting next to him. Virgil could barely contain his hiss, it was comments like that, that made Virgil not even think twice about his malicious idea to get rid of Roman. 

     After receiving his pass all Virgil had to do was wait for Wednesday to come. But the days felt like they went on forever, and everything that Roman said to Patton somehow was flirty, and the worst part is that most of the time Patton would blush or flirt back. It was driving Virgil insane. But eventually, Wednesday did arrive, and the final bell of the day rang. As quickly as he could Virgil packed all his stuff into his bag and practically ran out the door. From there he power-walked down the halls till he made it to the auditorium.  After quickly showing the guy at the front door his pass, Virgil made his way into the auditorium and into the front row of seats. Virgil sighed in relief when he realized the play hadn’t started yet, because, for step 3 of his plan, he needed to know when a certain event took place, so he decided he would time the entire thing with a stopwatch.

      When the play actually started Virgil was rather bored. The entire thing was a cliche love story with semi annoying songs and a plot that consisted of a prince and a peasant girl who fell in love, then ran away together. Not Virgil’s type of play. But Virgil wasn’t here to watch some mediocre musical, he was here to wait for one moment so that he could end the play known as Roman’s life.

      Virgil was halfway through the play, trying not to doze off when a song broke him out of his sleepy state. The real thing that surprised him though was that it was only Roman on stage. It was almost too perfect. He waited for the exact moment Roman stood center stage, and to his delight right at the end of the song it came. Right for his last note of the song, Roman stood center stage and held the note till the song came to an end, that was Virgil’s moment to strike. Virgil glanced down at his stopwatch, which he had just clicked off. In bright green letters, it read 37:21:06.876. This number was the only reason Virgil came to the rehearsal, though the next one he attends will have a very different purpose.

     It was next Wednesday, Virgil knew he could have struck on Thursday but he decided to lay low for a bit. This rehearsal was gonna be hard to get into (mostly because kids weren't allowed to visit past the first dress rehearsal), so Virgil had come prepared, he was dressed in all black, he also had his stopwatch to time the beginning so he knew when his cue was, a pair of sharp scissors, and of course, he had his plan which had been perfected to the tea. 

     It was 2 minutes to the final bell when Virgil asked to be excused to the bathroom. His teacher allowed him and told him to take his stuff so that he could be dismissed from there. Virgil gathered his stuff and made his way to the bathrooms a few doors down from the auditorium. From here it was time for his plan to commence. First, Virgil had to wait. He knew almost everyone went on stage about ten minutes into the show, making it prime time to sneak through the backdoors. So Virgil waited, stopwatch in hand, for this scene. Once the stopwatch flashed ten, he abandoned all his stuff (except his scissors and stopwatch) in the stall and made his way over to the back backdoors of the auditorium. From here he simply opened one of the doors (they had to be opened for safety reasons) and slipped in as quietly as possible. Yes, most of the people were on stage, but not all of them. A few actors were still backstage along with most of the stagehands. Virgil took a shaky breath, he couldn’t be caught. Specifically, he couldn’t be caught by Roman, who unfortunately was one of the few actors not on stage. A few nervous thoughts pulsed through his head, what do I say if  I am caught? Oh, it’s just a stagehand being all shifty near the most shadowy part of backstage with just a pair of scissors and a stopwatch in his pocket, not a big deal. Virgil shook his head as quietly as possible, this scene didn’t last forever and it would be fifty times as difficult once everyone was waiting backstage again, so Virgil had to make his move now. As silent as humanly possible, Virgil made his way along the back wall, ducking behind props and moving around set-pieces till he was all the way to the wall next to the left side of the stage.  Virgil took a moment to listen to the song being sung on stage, they were on some of the last lines, meaning Virgil had no chance of being able to take a break even if the next part of the scariest and most noisy. Gulping back his fear, he moved from the wall to the actual side of the stage and grabbed hold of the stage support that made up the corner of the stage. “Am I actually doing this?” he asked himself for a second, this was the last point where he could turn back. He reminded himself why he was here, for Patton he told himself. “For Patton,” he said to himself, in a voice so quiet it was barely a whisper. 

     Tightening his grip on the stage support beam, he pulled himself up and started climbing towards the rafters. This was definitely the most terrifying experience in his whole life. He was climbing a rickety, most likely rusting, support beam for the stage and from there he was climbing onto the rafters. And if he got caught, oh god, Virgil didn’t want to think about what would happen if he got caught, nor what would happen if he fell.

Virgil finally pulled himself onto the rafters, just as Roman’s first scene started. Virgil gave himself a second to breathe before carefully pulling his stopwatch out of his pocket. 14:35:12.309. Great, he thought to himself, I'm going to have to sit in the rafters right above the stage light, for 23 minutes. Virgil let out a shaky sigh. The only thing keeping him going right now was the thought of Patton, and Roman no longer flirting or making Patton blush. And before he could stop himself, he was in a daydream.

  Virgil was pulled from his daydream by the sound of a background track starting to play, and Roman’s voice joining. It is the only time Virgil would ever be thankful for Roman’s obnoxiously loud voice. Virgil stared down at the stage below him, watching as Roman paced from one side to the other, singing a song about not knowing if the girl loved him back. It was so cliche and cheesy, Virgil could almost taste it. Virgil's glance than passed back to his stopwatch, it’s bright green numbers reading 35:33;51.098. Carefully pulling the scissors from his back pocket, he stared at the wires of the large stage light hanging from the rafters. This was his plan, to simply cut the wires of the main spotlight and let it fall right onto Roman. It was clever and by god was it evil. Virgil smirked than began slowly running one of the blades scissors against the wires (This was to make the wires looked frayed and that someone didn’t just cut them). 

       With the wires weakened enough to where he could cut them apart with a single snip, Virgil watched as Roman carried out the rest of the song. Roman stood center stage holding his last note, as Virgil carefully cut the last of the wires, sending the stage light crashing onto Roman. There was barely enough time for anyone to scream a warning, and no time at all for Roman to realize what was happening. The stage light hit exactly where Virgil wanted it to, right on top of Roman’s head, this, of course, meant there was no change for Roman to be alive. The whole auditorium had dissolved into chaos. Some people were screaming, some crying, some desperately trying to move the stage light off Roman’s corpse with no success. Virgil couldn’t get a view Roman corpse, but from the little of what he saw, there was lots of broken glass and blood. Virgil waited for a moment making sure everyone was on stage looking at the dead actor before he made his escape.

     Climbing down the support beam it dawned on Virgil what he felt. Well, more of a lack of what he felt. There was no feeling of regret or even a small amount of grief for the loss (well murder) of Roman. Yes, he wasn’t close to Roman, as every step towards friendship was a secret ploy that led to Roman’s death. But, there was no feeling of what he had just done was wrong, just a small feeling of relief. It almost comforted Virgil, knowing that Roman had no way to intervene with his future with Patton. Virgil thought that he might have even felt a bit happy. The idea of him and Patton together, and Roman having no way to stop it brought a bit of hope to his mind.

And Virgil swore he might have even smiled.

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[sugarcrash]

Clumsy // Ethan Dolan

 (A/N: So, I’m taking up writing again, now that I’ve gotten the swing of things in the new school year! Feel free to request! Also, ya’ll better be grateful, this took a long time to write and it’s 4,396 words lol)

Summary: When Y/N gets clumsy, she ends up making a mess - on Ethan Dolan. So how will it go down when they meet again?

Warnings: Swearing, quite a long intro (lol sorry)

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“Ugh.” Y/N groaned at her phone. The alarm had been going off for the past minute, blasting the same annoying tune into her ears. Rolling over, she hit the “stop” button on the glowing screen.

The girl turned to snuggle back into her sheets when the door opened, revealing her mother, who was still in her pajamas.

“Y/N, you’ve really got to stop setting that thing so loud.” she complained. “It’s woken your brother up twice this week, and I honestly can’t handle it anymore.”

The young lady smirked into her pillow. Her 10 year old brother, Tyson, was a crazy creature when woken up early. She heard his tinny little voice singing the obnoxious Pokemon theme song, and it was clear he was seeking attention.

“Ty!” her mom stalked to the little boy. Y/N listened in silence as she heard her mother scold him for almost waking up their cranky father.

Just as she was checking the time on her iPhone, her older brother, Asher, appeared at her doorway. “Hey nerd, gonna get up or what?” he raised an eyebrow. 

Y/N let out a sigh and shifted her head to meet his eyes. “Just because I wear glasses doesn’t mean I’m a nerd, y’know.”

Asher rolled his pupils to the ceiling. “Well, the glasses and the fact that you’ve never gotten a grade lower than a straight B.” he knew she couldn’t argue with that.

“Whatever. Now leave so I can get dressed.” he did so, shutting the door behind him.

Y/N lugged herself out of bed and stared at her body in the full length mirror next to her dresser. She rubbed her tired eyes before glancing at the digital clock on her wall, which read 5:30 am.

“Why does school have to start so early?” she whined to herself as she bent over to her drawers, shifting through them before finding some simple black leggings and a pale yellow sweatshirt, one of her favorite outfits.

Before Y/N threw them on her body, though, she gave herself a quick sniff. Sure, she’d taken a shower last night, she smelled fine, but the bra she had been wearing for the past two weeks did not. She quickly changed her bra and panties before noticing there was a red splotch on her underwear.

“No, no no! Shit! You’re not supposed to be here for another week!” Y/N grumbled. Thankfully, she never put her tampons in the bathroom. Not only is it farther away from her room, so she’d have to run in bloody panties, but Asher and Tyson would probably find them.

She reached to her secret stash in her nightstand, pulling out the familiar blue-wrapped tube.

After she put in the tampon, she shoved on her clothes and rushed to brush her teeth. While she was doing so, Y/N received a text from her best friend, Lola.

*Text*

L: Hey babes!

L: How ya doing?

Y/N: Not good, Aunt Flo decided to visit

L: Aww u poor thing! Cramps start yet?

Y/N: Nope, just waiting in agony. I hate having to walk around school with a little box of tampons

L: U can do it! For women everywhere!

Y/N: Cheers, bitch

*End*

Y/N spit the foamy toothpaste down the drain, watching it swirl as she got lost in her thoughts. Wasn’t that math quiz today? No, that was tomorrow. Would she see her crush, Alex? Would he acknowledge her?

“C’mon, dork, if you want a ride, get a move on!” Asher announced, walking down the hallway. Y/N grabbed her laptop and phone from her desk, brushing her hair as she made her way down the stairs. She grabbed her backpack from the coat rack, shoving her electronics and hairbrush inside before checking to make sure her tampon box was ready to go.

In the little flimsy plastic pouch she had found in a tampon kit for this very reason, there were three orange paper tubes. With a sigh, she stuffed them in her low side pocket on her leggings, throwing on some random socks and her Adidas tennis shoes.

Y/N checked the time again. 5:45. School started in around 20 minutes, and it was 15 or so minutes away from the house. ‘We’re gonna make it’ Y/N decided as she pulled her hair into a quick ponytail.

With her backpack over her shoulder, she wen to the kitchen to look for breakfast when Asher shouted “Think fast!” Before she knew it, Y/N was hit in the face with a breakfast bar.

She leaned over, face twisting into a mad expression when she saw what it was. She picked it up, then complain loudly to her 18-year-old brother. “Asher, you idiot!”

“Keep it down! Dad’s trying to sleep!” her sleepy mother came downstairs, Tyson weaving in between her legs.

“Mommy said that’s a potty word!” he announced, making Y/N roll her eyes. She needed to escape this mess, so with her breakfast bar in hand, she turned the handle and stepped out the front door. 

She hopped into Asher’s worn-down pickup truck, a gift from their grandfather on his 16th birthday. Y/N’s older brother soon appeared in the driver’s seat, using the key to start the car. Y/N pulled some headphones over her ears and let the music consume her.

A few minutes later, Asher pulled his car into the school parking lot with an abrupt stop, as to get Y/N’s attention. He lunged forward a bit, her headphones slipping off her ears.

“We’re here, sis.”

“Well, duh, I know.” the 15-year-old grumped.

“Alright, then get out.”

Y/N huffed and opened the car door, stepping out and taking a deep breath before starting toward the doors.

She looked down at her phone, and the time read 6:10. She had exactly five minutes before classes started and she was in trouble.

Y/N practically ran to the front doors, almost falling twice before reaching them and yanking the metal handles, revealing a main area full of students, most groggy.

She rushed to her locker, twirling the familiar lock to the right combo when Lola appeared next to her. 

“Hey, hon.” she chirped. Lola had always been a morning person, whereas Y/N was not.

“Hey.” the girl’s locker swung open, the small mirror reflecting her face. She gave a little smile to it before stuffing her backpack inside the cold metal space, grabbing the materials for her first class, language and literature.

“Aren’t you so glad that we have lang and lit this hour? Poor Maddie, having to go to math first.”

Y/N nodded her head just as the warning bell sounded, demanding that students get themselves ti their classes before they needed a  late pass. “Better start walking. We don’t need Mrs. Cooper getting mad at us again.” she nudged Lola, teasing her for yesterday’s mistake.

“Okay, okay, shut up.” she groaned at the memory. “Don’t look now, but someone’s right there!” her voice dropped to a singsong-ish whisper, and Y/N blushed, knowing just who she was speaking of. 

She glanced and caught his eye as they passed. His.

Alex Kallio’s.

The brown-haired boy had been Y/N’s crush since eighth grade, but he never noticed her. He fit in with the popular crowd. She did not. It only actually worked in movies.

“Y’know, Hayden was over there, too.” the girl told her friend. Her cheeks instantly flushed, and Y/N smiled. “You can’t deny it anymore.”

“I don’t have a crush on him! God!” her face was adorned with playful annoyance as the young lady next to her rolled her eyes, showing that her little love was all too obvious.

“Sure, whatever you say.”

“Stop it!” Lola whined. They pretended to be mad at one another before looking at one another, bursting into laughter.

They then reached the door. “Wanna know something?” Lola asked Y/N, who nodded. “I think one of the Dolans was totally looking at you.”

“No way. They’re, like, the most popular sophomores. And so handsome.”

“Looks like someone has two new crushes. Move over Alex, here come Ethan and Grayson.” the two giggled and took their seats just as the teacher walked in.

“Good morning, class.” Mrs. Cooper spoke, her voice filling the room.

“Good morning, Mrs. Cooper.” the class groaned back.

There was a click from the door and in waltzed the Dolan twins, goofy smiles on their faces. “Sorry.” they apologized together, but it was clear that the word meant nothing.

“Boys! We’ve talked about this before, you can’t continue to be late to class every day!” Mrs. Cooper scolded the teens.

Y/N raised her eyebrows and closed her eyes, her ears soon filling with the daily lecture on how it’s important to be a good student, and blah, blah, blah.

The twins sort of just stood there, secretly stealing looks and rolling their eyes at their friends, showing that it was clearly not a care. Then Ethan caught Y/N’s glance for a split second, and that’s when she realized she’d been staring.

“Lola!” she hissed at her friend. “How long was I looking?”

The girl let out a giggle. “The whole damn time.”

Y/N groaned and hid her face in her hands at Lola’s response, lifting it up only to see that class was starting.

*Time Skip*

Finally, 4th period. Lunch. Y/N could finally hang out with all her friends at once, rather than having to pass along notes and retell stories over and over again.

Y/N subconsciously walked into the cafeteria, lost in her thoughts. She found herself heading over to the lunch line, thinking about her love life.

“Do I really want Alex? What about Ethan? Or Grayson? I suppose there’s always that one kid, Adam, who’s always been nice to me.” she thought to herself, grabbing a tray from the stack.

As she made her way down the line, she noticed that the kids at the popular table somehow got a hold on a small foam football. She shook her head, getting a focus back on reality, rather than daydreaming and watching.

Y/N waited patiently as the long line got shorter, until she was next to get food. A school cook scooped some spaghetti onto her little tray, along with some salad.  Just as she had gotten out of line, she turned to her usual table, where all her friends were placed. 

Y/N began to fast walk toward them, not looking at her surroundings. Neither was Ethan Dolan, who, at the moment, was making an attempt to catch the small football before it hit the ground. He caught the ball in a jump and settled on the ground

Y/N was walking forward, but her head turned when she looked across the room, getting back to her thinking. She headed straight toward Ethan and, BAM! They collided.

Y/N spaghetti flew out of her hands , landing on her favorite sweatshirt with a thump, probably leaving a stain. She fell backwards onto her butt, the small tampon pack in her leggings flinging out, unclasping and sending the products all over the floor. 

Ethan had barely flinched at the contact.

He took a look at who had crashed into him, before realizing what a mess the girl was in. He immediately ran to go get napkins for her, as she got herself up and tried to gather everything.

People started to laugh as they noticed what had happened, and Y/N felt hot tears begin to prick at her eyes. “I’m so stupid, so clumsy.” she thought.

Ethan came back while she was still attempting to clean, though it was hard. She sat on her knees for a moment, resting her hands on her sides before feeling around.

Her tampon box was gone. Y/N started to mentally freak out, now frantically looking before someone found them and she got even more embarrassed. But it was hard to search, seeing that her eyes were blurry with tears.

“Hey, are you okay?” Ethan asked. Y/N only nodded her head. “Are you looking for something?”

She was about to nod again, stopping herself and realizing that, if she told him, he’d want to help, and he’d have to know what it was. She decided against his help, responding with a short “No.”

“Well, it looks like you are. Here, I’ll help.”

Y/N panicked as he looked on the floor, trying to find something that he didn’t even know what it is was, before his eyes settled on the bright orange tampon wrappers, along with the little blue box. Y/N was doomed.

The muscular boy picked them up and smiled, proud of himself that he did something right, but then Ethan realized what they were.

Both sophomore’s faces flushed with embarrassment as people realized their predicament, roaring with laughter around them.

“A-Are these yours?” Ethan asked sheepishly.

Y/N snatched them out of his hand, touching it for only a second, but long enough for something to spark. She looked into his eyes, then tore her gaze away, sprinting out of reach and into the empty hallway.

Once alone in the girl’s bathroom, Y/N broke down, tears running down her cheeks. Her favorite sweatshirt was ruined, she embarrassed herself and a popular kid in front of the whole school, and her crush would probably never look at her again.

The door burst open with a bang, hitting the wall behind it, and in came her friends Lola, Maddie, and Zoe.

“Oh my god, are you okay?” Maddie asked. 

“We saw the whole thing!” Zoe exclaimed.

Lola sat down next to Y/N, and the two other followed. They gave her a huge group hug and let her cry.

After Y/N was finished, Lola suggested that she get a new shirt. The girl agreed, and the four went to the office to look for something in the lost and found.

“Well, honey, why don’t you go look in the bin? There should be a shirt or two in there.” the secretary told the girls.

They sifted through the large blue bucket and found two shirts, an old white one that smelled awful and was looking a little yellow, and a stupid Lego Batman shirt that was in pretty good condition, but smelled as if someone mixed too much cologne and sweat together.

“No doubt, these are from the boy’s locker room.” Zoe pinched her nose with her left hand as she used the right one to hold the shirt far away from her while she examined it.

“Whatever. At least it’s better than the one I’m wearing now.” Y/N grabbed the dangling shirt and sighed before marching to the bathroom.

A few minutes later, Y/N came back into the office. The shirt fit her perfectly, giving a sign that it was probably from some nerdy kid with no build whatsoever.

“Oh, good, sweetie, you found something. Now, you kids better get back to class before your teachers get mad.” the secretary instructed. The four girls nodded and headed out.

Once alone in the hallway, Maddie spoke up. “Okay, like, I know this whole thing was traumatizing for you, Y/N, but can we just talk about how cute you and Ethan would be?”

Zoe and Lola laughed, but Y/N quickly clamped a hand down on Maddie’s mouth. “Don’t! Someone could hear!”

“Yeah, but it’s not like it’s a false statement.” Zoe giggled.

Lola smirked. “Totally. I ship.” 

Y/N covered her ears, playfully getting annoyed at her friends and running ahead of them, making the girls chase after her. They reached the sophomore hallway, laughing as they rushed to their lockers as to not be later than they already were.

Y/N collected her binder, pencil case, and laptop before turning to her friends. “Bye guys, see you after class.”

“Bye.” they called in unison.

The rest of the day went on painfully slow, and Y/N was called out several times during the day, getting comments on how she was clumsy or embarrassing. But there were always a few nice kids who asked her if she was okay.

By the time the bell rang at the end of the day, the girl was exhausted. Sh had been assigned at least 5 pages of homework, and probably an essay or two. But she couldn’t really say, because she hadn’t been paying that much attention.

To top of all the bad luck of the day, Ethan hadn’t looked at her again. No matter how many times Y/N attempted to catch his eye, he’d purposely turn his head the other way. They both knew what he was doing.

“Fine then.” Y/N thought to herself. “Save your ego. Can’t have anyone catching you look at me.”

She then blushed, realizing she was getting mad at him like he was her friend. They had barely ever interacted, why was she feeling and acting this way?

Y/N met Asher outside of the school, in the student parking lot. He was already in the car, obviously annoyed that his little sister had taken so long.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry!” she babbled apologies as she clambered into the car and buckled up. Though she would never admit it, she tried to impress her brother and stay on his good side. He was in with the popular crowd at school, and she took every chance she got to look cool to him.

“Yeah, whatever. Listen, I heard what happened to you today.” Y/N’s face flushed red when he brought up the memory. “I know you had a bad day, so I’m gonna give you a deal. It’s a one time thing, though, okay?”

He turned to look at Y/N, and she nodded. 

“If you want, you can come to this party with me tonight. I’m hearing that some of the sophomores will be there, too, so it’s not like you’ll be alone. You wanna go?”

“Oh, yeah. That sounds like fun.”

“Okay. We’re leaving at 8:30. If mom or dad asks, we’re going to the movies with a few friends. I will not have my night ruined by some kid who can’t keep her mouth shut.”

His sister pursed her lips, showing that her lips were sealed. He put his key into the ignition and started it, driving back to the house.

Once they arrived from the ten minute drive, Y/N raced straight up to her room, taking no time in saying hello to the rest of her family. Really, though, it was only her mom, because her dad was at work and Tyson was still at school.

Y/N immediately texted her friends about the party.

*Text*

Y/N: Guysss!!!

L: Wat

Z: What is it??

Y/N: I’m going to a party 2nite!

M: R u serious? How?

Y/N: Asher

L: Ah, that makes more sense

Z: What r u gonna wear?

Y/N: idk

M: Well, when r u leaving?

Y/N: 8:30, why?

L: IT’S 3:30 U ONLY HAVE 5 HOURS TO DECIDE WHAT TO WEAR

Z: R U INSANE HURRY

M: U guys r so overdramatic

Y/N: Agreed. Will text when I have perfect outfit.

*End*

Y/N set her phone gently on the bed before turning it off, going over to her dresser and rooting through it to find the perfect combination of an outfit.

She pulled out various dresses, skirts, pants, and shirts, sifting through each one carefully and pairing together different items that may look good together. Y/N tried on each option before settling on the perfect ensemble, one that was casual but cool at the same time. “Coolsual”, she called it.

Y/N flopped onto her bed and flipped open her laptop, going to YouTube to entertain her for a few hours before she showed her friends what she’d be wearing. 

Eventually, time passed (though Y/N would admit quite slowly because of how excited she was to go to this party)

She threw on her outfit, a skin-tight black off-the-shoulder top that adorned long sleeves, paired with a pretty black and white plaid skirt with a small chain hanging off the hip and connecting to one of the belt loops. Y/N also had on knee-high black socks, and finished off with a slight coat of make-up.

The girl stood in the mirror, snapping a picture before sending it to her awaiting girlfriends, who responded with “omg!”s and “love it!”s.

Y/N smiled at her phone, knowing they would’ve said the same thing if she staples herself in a trash bag, even if she knew they were lying. 

“Are you coming or not?” Asher yelled from the bottom of the stairs up to her room. Y/N hadn’t realized the time and yelled back in response, grabbing her purse and heading downstairs.

She pulled on some quick tennis shoes, not wanting to be bothered with the burden of having heels on, even if they weren’t that tall.

“Finally, you slowpoke, I texted you only a million times!” her older brother complained.

“Girls take longer!” she complained, but the both of them knew that she was just lazy in getting ready.

Asher chuckled and shook his head at the younger girl. “Whatever. Let’s go.”

They started out the door and into the driveway, entering the car. The senior put his key into the ignition and they drove the 5 minutes in silence to his friend’s house.

Once they arrived, Y/N noticed that there were so many more people than anticipated. She could already tell that this wasn’t going to be as fun as she expected, and she recognized no one out on the lawn.

“Whatever.” Y/N thought to herself. “I’ll just hang out by the cooler the entire time. No big deal.”

But she was lying to herself, and she knew it. It was a big deal, seeing as she was never one to be so involved with large crowds of people. She had her group of friends, and that was all she needed. Nevertheless, she snapped out of her thoughts and brought herself to push open the car door. 

The minute they stepped out of the vehicle, Asher was swooped away by his friends, no surprise there. Y/N, left to fend for herself, went to the food. It was in the corner by some chairs anyways, so it was a nicer place to be alone rather than out in the sea of bodies that were dancing, some quite inappropriately, she may add.

Suddenly, the girl felt someone sit next to her. Y/N turned her head to find Amber, a girl that she sometimes talked to in her math class. They were getting to know each other pretty well, finding things in common when they had the time.

“Hi.” the brunette spoke, a bit quietly. It could’ve just been the loud music, but Amber was a known introvert, so it was a surprise to see her in a place like this.

“Hey. What are you doing here? I wouldn’t expect to see you at a party, no offence.” Y/N responded.

“None taken, and I could say the same for you. My friend Samantha dragged me here. I don’t know why though, because she knows I don’t go to these things.”

“Ah. My brother offered to take me, since I had a pretty bad day, but I realize it’s definitely not my scene.”

Amber hummed in response, and the two girls people-watched for a few minutes, until Y/N noticed a certain someone in the crowd.

Ethan Dolan.

He stood next to his twin, Grayson, talking animatedly to a few of his friends. Y/N hadn’t noticed she was staring until Amber poked at her side for the second time.

“Y/N! Earth to Y/N!” she called, before noticing who she was looking at. “Ooh, you like him?”

“Yeah.” the girl called absentmindedly, unaware that Amber had even asked a question, let alone what the topic was.

Amber squealed. “Oh my god! It’s gonna be hard to get to him, though, he practically has a line of girls waiting for him.”

“What?” Y/N turned to Amber. “Please explain, I have no idea what you just said.”

As Amber talked to the sophomore next to her, unbeknown that she was being watched.

From across the room, Ethan was looking directly at her, watching as she talked to a girl that was probably in the grade, but never bothered to learn who she was.

Y/N and Ethan had only ever crossed paths a few times, seeing as she was obviously less popular than he. But after today, he felt butterflies dashing around in his stomach, and he wasn’t sure if it was from embarrassment or having a crush.

Little did he know, Y/N felt the same way.

Whatever the feeling, the muscular boy decided to suck it up and go talk to her. On the other side of the room, Y/N was oblivious to his attempts to get her attention.

After a few minutes, her gaze eventually shifted to him, and Y/N grinned at Ethan when they made eye contact. He ended his conversation and sauntered over to the sitting girl.

“Hey.” he spoke, causing Y/N to blush a little bit. She couldn’t believe it, a popular kid, talking to her. Willingly.

“Hi.” she quietly spoke, afraid that she would mess something up. The two sophomores looked at each other for a minute, small grins on both of their faces.

“So,” Ethan broke the ice. “How are you doing after today? Y’know, with the whole cafeteria thing...”

Y/N silently thanked him for asking “I’m doing good. Unfortunately, my favorite sweatshirt was ruined, but it’s okay.”

“Oh, I’m sorry, I should’ve been watching where I was.”

“No, no, it’s my fault.”

The taller boy breathed out of his nose before speaking again. “So, see you around?”

“For sure.”

With that, Ethan left Y/N to go find his friends once more. What they didn’t know is that both of them felt the same feeling of butterflies invading their bodies, jittery and nervous.

Alex Kallio who?

#ethan dolan #ethan dolan imagine #ethan dolan fanfiction #dolan twins #dolan twins imagine #dolan twins au #high school au #dolan twins fanfiction #dolan #ethan #e #grayson #gray #grayson dolan #grayson dolan imagine #grayson dolan fanfiction #ethan dolan fluff #grayson dolan fluff #baby ethan #dolan twins high school au #crush #love #high school #fanfictions #imagines

[foxyninjabear]

HermitCraft Headcanons: Creeper Anatomy and Biology (Part 2!)

*slams this post on the table and gives you crazy eyes* I'M BACK WITH MORE

Anyway, rabidness aside, welcome everyone! Some of you might already know, but awhile ago I made a post for creepers and their anatomy (linked here). And today, my fellow peeps, I've decided to build onto my original post with more headcanons! But before we start, I want to say something that I feel is important;

I AM NOT A SCIENTIST.

I'm not qualified in any stretch of the imagination to confirm that these headcanons are 100% accurate. Please keep that in mind when you read this. I'm not a professional at all; I'm literally just a big HermitCraft nerd that will go on Internet splurges to quench my thirst for knowledge xD

Anyway, announcement over! Put on your labcoats and grab those calculators and clipboards, people, cuz we're about to dive into some nerdy friggin science! And feel absolutely free to debate about these or add onto them! I'd love to see people get involved with this kind of thing! :D Also, if you have any questions about these headcanons, or have any ideas for future headcanons to dive into, leave me an ask! :)

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They still have the potential to explode

Although they cannot do it voluntary, like their monstrous ancestors, creepers still have the ability to detonate. They still have gunpowder in their bodies, but the amount is much less than what it used to be in hostile creepers (let's say about 10% of what it originally was, to keep it simple). I know there's not exactly any evidence proving that but just trust me, I'm going somewhere with this. Get your hands off of that keyboard! xD 

Anyway, lemme tell you what I'm getting at. I bet a lot of you are familiar with what appendicitis is, but for people who don't know, here's the gist; appendicitis is when your appendix (an organ in the human body that's pretty much useless... nobody really knows what it does lol) becomes infected and inflamed, and if not given immediate medical attention, can possibly burst and become life-threatening. So, if there were an organ in a hostile creeper's body that stores gunpowder for self-detonation, that organ could carry onto the non-threatening generations (and possibly become smaller, due to its lack of use). If it were to become infected, inflamed, or receive some sort of trauma, it could possibly ignite all of the gunpowder and cause an explosion powerful enough to kill the creeper it resides in.

They shed their skin

All creatures with scales shed (or molt) their skin and scales periodically. I stated in my last post that creepers most likely have scales (due to their ability to conduct electricity [Like being struck by lightning]; if they had fur or humanlike skin, they'd most likely combust and explode... and nobody wants that to happen to them lol xD), so it would only be logical to have creepers shed their skin every now and then (I also got inspired by this one post by @goopyshell , so check them out! [btw, if you're reading this, I LOVE your Python design. Best snek boi!]). Lizards molt about 2 to 4 times a year, give or take some key factors (such as how much they're growing), but since that's a baseline, we're going to stick with that for simplicity's sake as to how often a full grown creeper would shed their scales. It'd also most likely come off in patches, instead of the whole skin at once, due to creepers having humanoid figures.

They see colors much differently than humans

Since creepers are very reptile like, especially with their scales, it would make sense that they have many other reptilian characteristics, including their vision. In my last post, I mentioned creepers having night vision due to their nocturnal ancestors, but then after I saw this awesome drawing by @bedrock-to-buildheight with how different Hermits see things, I decided to do some digging into how a reptile actually sees the world. Turns out in addition to having night vision, many of those scaly little critters have the ability to see not just the entire visible spectrum of light that a human can see, but also ultraviolet light (a wavelength of light that a human CAN'T see) due to a special type of cone photoreceptor in their eyes (just so you're not confused, a 'cone' is a type of photoreceptor [aka: light detector] in an eye that detects color). As a result, a creeper could (theoretically) be able to see a MUCH wider range of colors than a human can.

They're much shorter than humans

I've seen lots of designs of humanoid creepers (*cough* PYTHON IS A GREMLIN *cough cough*), and quite a few of have them being quite short. So I thought that I'd explore around the Minecraft Wiki a bit to see if there was anything to support that. And wouldn't you know it, there is! According to the game files, creepers are 1.7 blocks tall (or 1.7 meters, since 1 block in the game is equal to 1 cubic meter) compared to a player, who is 1.8 blocks tall. 

Now, at first I thought that I was done, but then I realized that it wouldn't exactly make sense for every single human to be the same height, as well as creepers. Cuz if that were the case, how could we have a tall German cyborg or a smol ice queen in HermitCraft fandom lore and headcanons? xD So did two things; 1, I decided to have the creeper/player height be a ratio (in other words, I'll have the average height of creepers be about 95% of the average height of humans, since 1.7 meters [a creeper's height in the game] divided by 1.8 meters [a player's in-game height] would equal that percent. Maths people xD). And 2, I dove back into the depths of the Interbubs and did tons of research on human height, and eventually found the global average for male and female heights. For humans, males average out at about 171 centimeters tall (a little over 5 feet 7 inches), and females 159.5 centimeters (almost 5 feet 3 inches). If we apply our 95% to those numbers, we can get our average creeper heights! And those numbers calculate to have males be about 161.5 centimeters tall (about 5 feet 4 inches), and females at 150.6 centimeters (4 feet 11 inches).

#hermitcraft #hermitcraft headcanon #hermitcraft headcanons #science #python #pythonmc #pythongb #docm77 #doc #creepers #creeper #minecraft

[thetonecontrol]

Interview with Electronic Audio Experiments

Righteous Ryan: When did you decide to become a builder and what motivated you to do so?

Electronic Audio Experiments: Even before I taught myself how to play the guitar I was always interested in what makes instruments work, so naturally I was a pedal nerd as soon as I learned what they were. After studying electronics for fun on the side (took a couple extra courses during undergrad and then read books on my own) it became a natural progression of my interests to start tinkering with my own. I did a few tagboard clone builds before I realized I wanted to have more control over the design process. And that's still my primary motivation: I love the design process with all of its challenges and room for artistic decisions.

EAE as a company formally started in approximately winter/spring of 2015. In February of that year, Boston was slammed over 5 feet of snow. I spent a lot of time in my crummy basement apartment eating frozen pizzas and breadboarding what would eventually become the Longsword V1. I used it on a couple records I was a part of (Perfect Moments by Tiny Fractures and the Native Wildlife s/t - both on bandcamp, for the curious) and that generated enough interest to do a release that summer. The rest has been a whirlwind!

RR: What motivates you to create original circuits?

EAE: Short answer - it's really satisfying to me, basically my favorite pastime.

Longer answer - I love the challenge of making something from scratch that hopefully lets my personality come through. I should qualify; I am not reinventing any wheels here. Designing "from scratch" is like building something out of legos. You can't really design new pieces (which leads some of the more cynical folks out there to say there's nothing new under the sun) but there are lots of building blocks and lots of ways to arrange them. The artistic merit is in the details, and the fun is in the thrill of the chase. It's an obsessive process but endlessly gratifying.

RR: Are you currently working on anything new?

EAE: Oh god, too many things. Here's a sampling:

Halberd - this is a drive which started as the preamp block of Sending, but heavily mutated into its own thing. It features pronounced treble attack/clarity, stupidly high output, and a strong second harmonic response. Been "finalizing" it for a while but I'm trying my damnedest to release it this summer. (If you want to hear a rough demo of an earlier iteration, check this video out: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qpGgzl3lOgs)

Sending V2 - I'm trying to add some features while I do an SMD conversion - mostly modulation and CV control over delay time. Currently on the back burner while I get the Halberd sorted out.

Hypersleep - this is my weird multi-tap chorus/vibrato/reverb-ish thing (nb: this is also in Ian's video linked above). It's also on the back burner while I get the Halberd sorted out. I really want to put it to production but it depends fully on whether I can source enough MN3011 BBDs to make it happen. If I can get enough to build 50 I'll do a limited run, but I'd really prefer to do 100 if at all possible... so we shall see what happens.

Super secret collab with Electrofoods Pedals - stay tuned, I am very excited

Surveyor - IVP side of the Dude Incredible, will be released later this year. It's ready to rock.

Various contract designs - Caroline Somersault (just wrapped up), Caroline Megabyte (working on the second round of prototypes), Dunable Eidolon (close to done, just needs some code fixes), another 2 or 3 projects all TBA.

RR: What is your design process like?

EAE: Whenever I design something new I have to answer two questions. 1) does it exist already? and 2) does it address a need or want in my own sonic pursuits? For instance, drive pedals will reflect my tone in whatever band I'm currently in. If it's already been done I can go buy it. If it hasn't been done then the work can begin.

If the design is simple or contains simple building blocks I often go straight to the circuit board layout and if necessary, debug from there. I can often turn a project around pretty quick if that's the case. If I'm not sure whether or not a building block will work, I can try simulating or breadboarding. Circuit simulation is extremely powerful but requires interpretation of the results, which also sometimes differ from reality. Breadboarding is great for audible characterization of a new idea, but the added parasitic capacitances can dramatically alter the frequency response of a circuit - especially a high gain drive or something with lots of complex filters. So there's usually a loop of steps where I move between a breadboard, circuit simulations, and a working prototype until everything works out. Sometimes I just have to resort to plain old math to get what I want.

The first pass of design is a go/no-go check. Does it work? Once it does, I refine it until it can produce sounds I truly like. This is also the step where I do the most work to address noise, oscillation, unwanted artifacts, etc. The final step is to identify which controls I want to keep, and then I determine the tapers/ranges of those controls.

Once there's a working prototype I do extensive beta testing with friends, local musicians and engineers, etc. When testing at home I can lose sight of how good (or not good) a prototype sounds. So a sanity check helps! Once this feedback is incorporated into the process we can go to production. At that point we get the artwork done and start working with our local SMD shop to get boards going.

RR: What's your setup (guitar, amps, pedalboard)?

EAE: I've been awful about maintaining a static setup. I realized that when you're not in a band you can just buy whatever sounds good instead of worrying about serving a song or particular mix. I have a wide assortment of guitars and amps that I use to test pedals during the R&D phase but listing those won't really tell you a coherent story. BUT I started a new band and we're tracking a record (we just did guitars + drums at GodCity) so I can tell you all about the gear I used for that. It's a post-metal sort of outfit so there are lots of heavy sounds but lots of unique mid-gain tones as well. This is also a great chance to plug some work by my friends...

Guitars - Travis Bean TB1000S, which is essentially vintage correct after some restoration work at Electrical Guitar Company (new bridge + pickups). Sounds like a piano. A very angry piano.

My very heavily modified Classic Player Jazzmaster with EGC JM500 pickups and a Robot Graves neck. It can do pristine, chimey cleans or a savage clang depending how much gain you use.

Amps - Traynor YBA1 MKII - Basically a marshall-ish amp with really big transformers. I modded the preamp to roughly superlead specs, but it's got way more bandwidth than a typical marshall.

Traynor YBA3 - not mine, lives at GodCity. Was extensively modified by my friend Scot from SnK pedals, who is also a gifted amp tech. It's loud and clean with a sound that's almost like an ampeg.

For cabs we mostly used an emperor 6x12 with an assortment of speakers. The mic was placed on a Texas Heat.

For my own use I have a pair of Joe's TL806 cabs (Thiele 1x12 design) with EVM12Ls.

Pedals - Halberd proto - great for slamming tube amps!

Electrofoods Oprichniki - the highest gain big muff variant around. I don't even know if it should be called a muff variant because of how twisted and souped up the circuit is. It is an absolute beast.

Dr. Scientist Frazz Dazzler - another extraordinarily high gain fuzz which sounds like absolutely nothing I've ever heard. It's a nice contrast to the more scooped flavor of the Oprich.

SnK VHD - a high gain distortion, used extensively for lead parts especially. Super tight and clear.

Sending V1-ish prototype - also has a tone control. It works ok I guess. Still very much a work in progress!

Lastgasp Misty Cave - weird drone-y reverb/flange thing? Hard to describe. Sounds heavenly.

Hypersleep proto - for room-ish reverb

Red Panda Tensor - Used for a particularly glitchy "solo"

Dirge Slowly Melting - I saw the end of the world, and it was terrifying

Lots of other stuff - I forgot!

Other - Yamaha FX500. The ultimate digital pad machine.

Roland RE-501 Chorus Echo - my drummer owns this, holy hell it is magic

My modular synth - a whole goddamn mess of its own

#The Tone Control #Righteous Ryan #EAE #Electronic Audio Experiments #Interview #Podcast #Fuzz #Pedals #Amps #Guitar #Distortion #Overdrive #Music #recording #fender #Traynor #Caroline Guitar Company

[noona-clock]

The Only Person - Part 6, Final Chapter

Genre: College!AU

Pairing: TOP x You

By Admin B

Part 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6

It took Seunghyun a couple of days to get enough strength to come back to school, and when he did... You honestly couldn’t stop yourself from smiling like a complete idiot as you began your walk from History to English.

You hadn’t actually seen each other since you’d asked him out over the phone the other evening, though you had texted back and forth pretty frequently since then.

Still, though! The last time you’d physically seen him, he’d been almost delirious with fever. It would be nice (and relieving) to see him healthy again.

The closer you got to the art building, you found you were actually craning your neck and standing on your toes to catch a glimpse of him.

The second you saw the top of his head, your heart skipped about three beats, and you bit the inside of your cheek as a smile snuck onto your lips.

“Hey, nerd,” he said as he came out to the sidewalk to meet you. You had expected him to look smugger than he usually did, but his smile was simply soft and... adorable.

“Hi,” you greeted, rocking back and forth on your toes slightly.

“So... you really want to go on a date with me?” he asked as you slowly began your stroll to the end of the block.

“Yes, I really want to go on a date with you,” you affirmed. “When you weren’t waiting outside for me that day, I realized... seeing you and walking with you is my favorite part of my day.”

“Yeah?” he murmured. “Mine, too. Always has been.”

“You just... kinda snuck up on me.” You shrugged, clutching the straps of your backpack. And when you felt him bump you softly as you walked, you let out a soft giggle.

“Can I take you to one of my absolute favorite places?”

“Sure. I would love that.”

“How about tonight?” he suggested as you approached the corner.

“Tonight works for me.”

“What, no homework?” he teased with a smirk. You didn’t think you would ever get over his smirk.

“No,” you chuckled. “It’s Friday. I only do homework on Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, and Wednesday.”

“Oh, my god, you even have a schedule for doing homework?” he laughed. “You really are something else, Tree Hugger.”

“Thank you,” you beamed. You’d been made fun of for being a nerd for years now; you’d learned to just be proud of it.

“I’ll pick you up at 7.”

You nodded, fully aware you were most likely looking at him with full-on hearts in your eyes.

He gave you his usual two-finger salute before turning on his heel and heading back to the art building.

Tonight at 7 o’clock. You were nervous as heck, but... you were also really excited.

At approximately 7:10pm, you stepped out of Seunghyun’s car and gazed at the entrance to...

“A graffiti park?” you asked, a bit bewildered.

“Yeah,” Seunghyun answered, reaching in his backseat for some cans of spray paint.

“But... graffiti is illegal,” you reminded him.

“Not here, it’s not. You won’t get in trouble... I promise.” He shot you a look which clearly said ‘remember the last time I promised you wouldn’t get in trouble?’

But you still had one reservation.

“You’re an amazing artist, though! I’m not. Like, really not.”

“It’s fine,” he chuckled, putting a hand in-between your shoulder blades and pushing you toward the entrance. “Street art is not about your skills. It’s about your message.”

You let out a sigh, though you weren’t really resisting his push. “Okay, fine. Just don’t make fun of me?”

“Why would I make fun of you?” Seunghyun asked as he handed you a can of bright green spray paint.

“I know you won’t, but I’m telling you - I’m terrible at drawing.”

He simply chuckled softly as he led you over to some concrete walls. The park was basically the ruins of old business offices with crumbling walls and cinderblocks which were now littered with layers of spray painted graffiti.

You did your best to get over your insecurity of having absolutely zero artistic talent, spraying simple designs as well as words and phrases on various walls around the park. Seunghyun, meanwhile, drew... well, he actually drew whatever you wanted him to draw. Instead of showing off to you, he made you feel comfortable. Something a real gentleman would do on a first date.

When it got too dark to do any more painting, the two of you found a half-wall to sit on and simply look around. You commented on some of the artwork nearby, but the conversation somehow turned more personal after a while.

“What made you want to become an artist?” you asked, softly kicking your heels against the wall.

“Besides the fact I’m good at it?”

“Yes,” you chuckled.

“I dunno... it just felt right. I remember the first picture I ever painted in third-grade art class. My art teacher told me she could really feel it, and I just... I kinda just knew that’s what I wanted to do.”

“She could... feel it?” you asked curiously.

“Yeah, she could feel it. She could feel all the emotion I put into it. It was... actually right after my parents got divorced, so I was in kind of a dark place. For an eight-year-old.”

“Oh, wow,” you breathed. “I’m so sorry. That must have been really hard for you.”

You suddenly wished you could go back in time so you could give eight-year-old Seunghyun a warm, comforting hug.

“It was at the time, but it’s not a big deal now. They’re still friendly, at least.” he shrugged.

“That’s good,” you said softly as you reached out and put a hand on his back.

“Ever since then, art has been my niche. I... I’ve been insecure about a lot of things, but art has never been one of them.”

“Insecure?” you asked, your brow furrowing in disbelief. “What are you talking about? You’re the coolest, most confident person I know.”

“Remember when I told you I don’t care what people think about me?” he asked softly.

“Yeah,” you whispered.

“That wasn’t always true. I was always a pretty emotional, sensitive kid, and every little comment, even if it was just slightly negative, got to me. But then I got older and, once I got out of high school, I realized it really doesn’t matter if you’re popular or weird or a nerd or an emo, brooding artist. Just be who you are because... who else is going to be?”

His words honestly brought tears to your eyes, and you couldn’t believe someone could be so wise. Especially someone so young.

“You’re absolutely right,” you sniffed.

“Wait... are you crying?” he asked, turning to face you better.

“What? No,” you answered quickly, turning your face away from him.

“Yes, you are,” he chuckled teasingly, reaching over to gently grab your chin and make you look at him.

When you did, you realized just how close he was sitting to you. And how the sun had fully set now. And how beautiful the stars and moonlight were.

You gulped nervously.

“You know... I’m not really a cheesy, romantic type of person,” you admitted with a bit of a shaky voice.

“Me neither,” he murmured softly, his deep voice sending shivers down your spine.

“But... I have to admit... this is kind of romantic.”

“Yeah, it kind of is.” He let go of your chin, but he didn’t pull away from you even one millimeter. “I bet you’re not the kind to kiss on first dates, are you?”

“Well,” you began. “I haven’t exactly been on a lot of first dates, but... no. I typically don’t.”

He smirked a bit defeatedly and let out a soft, single chuckle.

“Nothing about you has been typical for me, though,” you added before closing the short distance between you and kissing him.

“So,” he murmured after he pulled away slightly. “I know I’m not The Only Person who annoys you anymore.”

“No,” you whispered.

“Who am I then?”

“You are... The Only Person I like.”

“The Only Person you’ll go on a second date with?”

“Absolutely,” you grinned.

One Year Later

“Another one?” Seunghyun whined as you held up your phone to take about the tenth selfie that day.

“Yes, another one,” you retorted before smiling widely and snapping the picture. “It’s graduation day. You literally only graduate college once. We need documentation!”

“You’re going to graduate again when you finish your Master’s though,” he reminded you.

“I know, but we’re graduating together today. Just let me take some selfies, okay?!” you chuckled, nudging him softly with your elbow.

“Okay... if you insist.” He leaned in quickly and kissed your cheek, almost knocking his graduation cap off in the process.

When the ceremony was over, the two of you decided to walk back to your apartment before the small party you were throwing with your friends. After a while, you found yourselves walking past the art building.

All the memories of that semester came flooding back, and you had to stop for a second to bask in the nostalgia.

“Okay, really, though. Why did you flick that cigarette right in front of me that day?” you asked with a chuckle.

“Because!” Seunghyun laughed, blushing. “I wanted to talk to you, but I was too shy to just come out and say ‘hello.’”

“Too shy?!” you cried. “What!”

“You were intimidating! You always looked like you meant business, and I was afraid you would yell at me or something.”

“Well, I did mean business,” you admitted. “I was very serious about my classes back then.”

“Uh... back then? You were serious about your classes until about two weeks ago when they officially ended.”

“And it paid off, didn’t it?” you boasted. You’d just graduated with top honors, and you had about three extra sashes and medals for achieving academic excellence.

“It did. For both of us. I don’t think I would’ve made it here without you helping me with my math classes,” Seunghyun chuckled.

“Hey, you worked really hard!” you retorted, swatting at his arm to scold him.

“Whatever. You know you helped me get here, don’t deny it,” he murmured as he leaned in for a kiss.

You hummed against his lips, your brow furrowed, and you were just about to deny it when he cut you off.

“I have a surprise for you.”

“A surprise? What is it?”

“It’s a surprise. Back at my place. It won’t take long, we won’t be late to the party. I promise.”

By now, it was just second nature for you to accept Seunghyun’s promises. He’d never once lied to you; even if there were some things he was hesitant to tell you or talk about, he was never dishonest.

So you followed him back to his place, a place you’d come to know well over the past year. A place you’d cleaned up many, many times.

But once he opened the door, Seunghyun stood behind you and covered your eyes with his hands.

“What?” you stammered. “What’s going on?”

“Just trust me.”

“Okay...” you murmured hesitantly, shuffling forward with extreme caution.

He guided you a ways into his apartment, though you had absolutely no idea where he was taking you.

When he slowly came to a halt, you took hold of his wrists, ready to pry his hands off and reveal whatever surprise this was.

“Can I look now?” you asked impatiently.

“Okay, okay,” he chuckled as he removed his hands.

You blinked a little to adjust to the light, and when your vision came into clear focus you saw... 

“Oh, my gosh,” you gasped, your breath catching in your throat.

Standing in front of you was a painting. There was no doubt in your mind Seunghyun had created it because it had that Seunghyun touch to it. It felt like him.

But... it was also different from anything else he’d ever done. Or at least anything else he’d ever shown you.

It was still abstract, and the dominant color scheme was fairly dark, but it was very obviously a picture of the night sky.

“Oh, Seunghyun, this is beautiful,” you breathed, your throat closing up with emotion.

You felt his arms wrap around you from behind, his chin coming to rest on your shoulder.

“Remember that night? You said being there with me underneath the stars was romantic. It’s the only time you’ve ever said that. Even when I’ve given you flowers and made you candlelit dinners and kissed you with soft music playing in the background... It’s still the only time you’ve said it out loud.”

You were blushing fiercely, extremely glad he wasn’t standing in front of you at the moment.

“So I wanted to capture that and paint it for you. And... because you’re like a star to me. You shine brightly through my darkness, and you guide me to be a better person.”

You knew now why he wasn’t standing in front of you. Because he, one hundred percent, was also blushing fiercely right now.

But you turned around to face him, anyway, your eyes glossy with unshed tears.

“You know who you are?” you asked, reaching up to frame his ridiculously handsome face.

“Who?” he asked bashfully, smirking with embarrassment.

“You’re T.O.P.”

He looked at you a bit quizzically before chuckling. “Well, yeah. I am.”

“T.O.P,” you repeated with a nod. “The Only Person I’m so proud of. The Only Person I can’t imagine my life without. ...The Only Person I love.”

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Boy crush

My name is Felix Lockheart. I'm just an average guy with a first year, high school teenage lifestyle. I'm a bit of a bookworm and play soccer by myself on my week days. I am also a self reserve, a bit of a shy person and....

I got a boy crush...

I have... an explainable crush for over two months.

I hate to admit it but....

I know that this is 201X and that people are more open minded with their 'gender relations' to be polite, but to some like myself, it's not that easy...

I got a heart rush...ain't slowin' down.

The boy I've had a 'crush' on... I don't believed he knew me yet. Let alone my existence.

His name... Oswald 'Walt' Disney. He's the most interesting person I've seen since the entrance ceremony. All it took was just once glance and... It just happened.

I got it real bad, want everything he has.

Since then, I've been watching him from afar like a spectator watching the actor. I watched carefully to everything he's doing. He's one of the most attractive students in the whole school for one thing. He's the top martial art member of the karate club along having some pretty good grades. He's also part of that famous Disney family that made cartoons and TV shows, along with his even more famous younger brother, Mickey Disney.

But in my opinion, I still think he's cooler... and more interesting than his family's background.

That smile and that midnight laugh, he's giving them now.

Despite being under his family's shadow, some people still see him as his own person... I glanced often at him behind my library books that I used to cover my face during class breaks. I see him interact and blend in with the other classmates, both guys and girls...

I want to taste his lips, yeah cause they taste like you...

I watched him talk, laugh, and I also try really hard to hear what they were saying. They all talked mostly the regular stuff like what are they doing on weekends, who's at the top charts this week and who's dating who and got dumped...

There were times after school, he had to meet someone that placed a confession letter in his locker or desk...

I was anxious whenever that happened and I had that tied feeling inside my chest.

I wanna drown myself in a bottle of his cologne.

I've witnessed it after school from behind the buildings, the empty classrooms, and sometimes even next to the separate changing rooms. They were girls from first and second years, each had different personalty and quirks, all confessed to him and they asked “I really like you! Please go out with me, even just once!” This time it was a light brunette girl with buns tied with ribbons. She was those stereotypical cute girls that no guy would turn down.

During those confessions, my heart really started to burst through my chest and I was worried of what he was going to say. “I'm sorry, but there's someone I wanted to ask first before I do.” He told her just like he said to the others.

I quickly averted myself to look like I was just passing by or I'm reviewing one of the subjects we had that day. Oswald passed by me very closely and I could help but admire again his features.

I want his long, dark hair...

He had black hair with a twin pony tails in one that looked like rabbit ears. He had those mysterious deep ocean blue eyes, those pale and smooth skin tone and he had that samurai looks that gave a serious, deep thought vibes... He's also the same height as me cause he glace straight in my eyes as he caught me looking....

OH SNAP! HE'S LOOKING AT ME!

I immediately buried my blushing face in the history book I was holding and pray to God that he did not noticed me staring him. He would think of me like I was a creepy stalker. Few seconds later, that girl came around and faced him. “Fine! But I'll wait for you a bit and trust me, I am much better that whoever she is and cuter!” She declared with confidence. I admire those kinds of people who were determined as she was... I can barely have a normal conversation with just one person without over thinking of what to say.

“What makes you think you're better than that person if you never actually met them once?” He responded to her and that upset her a bit. She didn't wanted to draw the school's attention to her rejection as he walked away until he was out of our sight.

She then glanced at me angrily and dropped her cute act. “Hey you! Bookworm!” I jumped a bit. “H-huh? Yes, wh-what is it?!” Oh snap! Did she noticed me spying or staring at him?! “You wouldn't know anyone who would hang out with the karate prince, would ya?” I lowered my history book and I was about to say 'I don't know' until she cut me off. “Never mind. I doubt it could have been any of the girls that did confessed. At least more than half of the girl's population in this prison got rejected by him and they all have that same answer. I doubt someone like you would understand that... Nerd.” She whispered that as she turned to the opposite direction...

I immediately speed walked to the nearest restroom to take a breather from what happened... As soon as I found one that for single use, I entered it and locked it. Then I took a deep breath and exhaled... “I'm not creepy... I'm just different...”

She didn't have to reminded me that. I've been used to it by now. I know that I'm not one of those 'in crowd' hipster kids and that I'm a little different, but that doesn't mean it's bad! Except... I have a bad crush on a boy...

See, I'm a guy and he's a guy... I still don't know if he's interested of, you now, dating... and stuff. Until recently he is waiting for a confession from someone or waiting to be approved by someone... I had to swallow that pill hard. If one truly cared for that person, he or she wanted to give happiness for them, including of letting go.

As soon as I know who it is, maybe this feeling will go away and I can live my school life in peace... and hope for happiness.

I want his gentle touch...

The next day, we had a two person, team up assignment for a science presentation of our choice. It was the teacher's choice to pair us up by the names that were drawn in the hat... and low and behold...

I got 'lucky' to be paired with Oswald... I nearly fell off my chair. Fortunately, nobody caught that.

While almost all the girls were disappointed, they were still glad that it wasn't one of their female rivals who got picked. If only they knew...

He came over to my seat and asked. “Are you free this afternoon?” This was the first 'actual' question he asked me since the entrance ceremony. I just nodded and he said. “Do you want to go to the school's library then? We might find something there that could give us and idea of what to do.”

I nodded twice and then he smiled softly. He's so... nicer than I thought. I then started to fell more in love... is it love? No... it's just a crush! He did have someone he's waiting for, right?

“Are you feeling well? You look red in the face.” His expression had turned sad. My face is red?! Oh no! “No no! I'm just... a bit hot! I just needed to take some cool fresh air and I'm good. I'll met you there after class.” I tried to came up an excuse for it. He looked at me for a few seconds until he said. “Ah... OK. I'll meet you there.” He then regain that wonderful smile and returned to his seat before class starts. I hope he didn't noticed that was a lie or that he thinks what it really was.

Yeah, cause maybe then, you'd want me just as much...

Apart that there were a few other students scattered in the library that day, there were just the two of us at one table that can fit for four to eight people. He told me first that he needed to finish a few math problems before we get started on what we should do on our science project. I simple said ok and decided to take out one of my own books I've owned.

It was a quiet yet a peaceful treasured moment for me. Just me and him together. I was happy.

I then noticed he made a mistake on one of the equations. “Oh, wait! That's the wrong equation for that problem.” I said to him without raising my indoor voice. This is a school Library. “Hm.” Was his response. “Do you know what should be the correct formula?” He look at me directly in the eyes. “You seem like you have a pretty good grades. You were one of the top in our class last time I've seen the results posted on the classroom's board.” He then answered that detailed. I then started to blush a bit and that feeling had returned.

I got a boy crush...

He complimented me for the first time. I never got noticed like that. Usually people just see who's first or who's last, they don't care much on who's in the middle part. “You... noticed that?” He smiled gently at me. “Of course, you were just above me on the last exams. Now tell me what I did wrong.” I snapped back in reality and immediately looked down at the mistaken equation. I explained on what was the correct way of finding the length of the Pythagorean theorem of a triangle. Just as he said, “Ah, I see.” His right hand partially, gently brushed off mines.

There was a sudden electric rush in my spine, my eyes widen a bit and I blushed a bit deeper. 'He touched my hand...' It may be for a second, but it felt... nice. I then realized that we're still in a 'public' library. I immediately buried my face in my book. Why am I acting this way? He's a guy, but a cool and attractive guy. We're so different and yet why... why... am I so.... getting dizzy of thinking about it..?

I got a boy crush...

“Enough.” He said as he closed off his text book. Huh? I looked at him and he was looking straight at me with a frowning face. “Pack your books, we're changing location.” What? What did I... I then realized he was glaring at me to hurry up. That made me scare. Thankfully I only took out one book. “Wh-where are we going instead?” I asked as I stood up. “Somewhere much better than here. Follow me. You don't have anyone waiting back at your place?” He asked for my family as we leave. This is a bit odd of him to say that, but still. “Not really, I just text to my father and sister almost every day to let them know how I'm doing and all.”

His expression soften a bit. “...So you're alone on most nights too.” Huh? My expression was confused as he said that. “Nothing. Just text them you'll be at a friend's place for tonight and that you'll be a bit late.”

Wait. What did he just said?

I don't get no sleep...

He's not lying once we've arrived at his place. It was one of those fancy new apartments with those special security buzz call and all that stuff. I should have known better since he's one of the Disney family. My heart was beating faster and harder. I'm feeling really anxious. I'm visiting his 'personal space.' Yet I'm a bit curious of why he's on his own like this. Did something happened between them that I didn't know?

As soon as we entered his complex, it was like one of those classy black themed apartment that you might see in those magazines. “Come sit down on the couch, I'll make some tea.”

“Mm-hm.” I hummed and nodded with a tiny smile. This boy crush is now taking a toll on me and it took almost all of my strength not to do something awkward. If I do 'something' awkward, I might triggered my first panic attack.

I don't get no peace...

I sat in the living room for quite some time, quietly. I tried to look around me to keep myself calm. I noticed that he had two large posters of Michael Jackson and an Elvis Presley. I didn't know he's into that kind of music. I also noticed he had a blue guitar in his stand near the corner where it was. Guess the neighbors haven't told him to get rid of it yet or he's really good at it that they let him keep it.

I did noticed a few family portraits, most were with his little brother. Guess that he's on a good term relation with him. Most would be either on neutral or rivalry, but I guess that's just me with my nephews whenever they came with my sister for a visit.

Ah! That reminds me! I immediately pulled out my cell phone and I immediately text them of where I'm at and let them know that I'll be late to come home. I've only have two contacts in my phone so it's not a huge surprise for someone like me. After a few minutes, dad responded that it was alright, my sister on the other hand, she was sending a long paragraph of how happy she was for me to make a friend and that I needed to see more 'real' people. I'm a shy person with an out-going sister, OK?

I'll take that as an 'OK' from them.

Thinking about him, under the bed sheets...

I then heard him coming in with two cups of tea. “I've got lavender tea, so I hope you don't mind it with some milk and a bit of sweet in it.” He said. “Oh, no, not at all. I sometimes have some on rainy days and just enjoy watching it through my bedroom window while hearing the droplets-Err!!” I blushed and looked away. Aw, snap! I made it awkward! I doubt that he think it's interesting. He just chuckled and said. “Don't be shy. I love the rain too. It's just sad that most of the other kids preferred to be 'sunshine everyday' of the week. Guess they don't know how rain can be a good thing or appreciate it's good sides.” I looked at him as he smile at me. Why are you so... nice to someone like me?

He sat down next to me. Oh my God! He's so close! I immediately looked down in my tea, took a sip and I was surprised that he used honey instead of sugar. I know that it can be a bit hard to use them for this, but it's really good!

“Not only it's good, but it helps calm down stress and anxiety. It will help greatly for someone I've seen for a while...” He sets down his cup. “There's something I wanted to ask you for quite a while...” He looked at me again and waited me to put mine down. I set it down and wondered what could he mean.

No. It's... too obvious. Right? But I still didn't have the courage to look straight in his eyes. I've kept them down and didn't turned my head. Both my hands were gripping tightly like a fist on my knees and I trembled a bit. I was scared of what might happened. Did I do something wrong? Was it something I've said or maybe... he noticed me following him??

The way that he's whispering...

I then got surprised of a gentle touch on my left cheek that I've let out an “Ah!” and then my head was turned straight in his face. He frowned a bit and said. “Eyes over here.” I looked right in his eyes... they were those beautiful deep ocean blue colors that I can't help but to admire them. I couldn't move nor even blink. I was frozen, paralyzed yet a bit shaken by that guy...

The way that he's pulling me in...

I let out another 'yeep!' as his other hand had been put at my left hip and he pulled me closer to him. I don't know how, but my hands had somewhat gripped both his side of the white long sleeves he's wearing. I was blushing so red and thinking 'what the heck and I DOING?!' “That's a cute face you're making.” He smirked.

Aaaaaah! I want to crawl in a corner and just let me die from this embarrassment! Please!

He then got serious and asked.“Felix, I want to ask you something and I want you to answer it with honesty...” I mentally snapped back in reality and calmed myself. This is it... I nodded cause I was a bit nervous to say it.

“Now tell me... Do you like me?” He said those triggered words and my heart sank. “huh?” What did he said? I might misunderstood it. “D-do I what?” I asked again on what he really meant. “I'm asking if you like me or not.”

Oh... He said if I like him or not... My mind exploded and turned blank. My mouth was slightly opened but no words came out. He said it. I then feel drained and as I faded out of conscious, all I remembered was his worried face and he called my name before I fell on him...

Lord knows I've tried, I can't get him off my mind.

I came to once I've awoken with more lavender scents. I knew that I've smelled this before back at the library, but I've just assumed that it might have been someone else. I feel a soft pillow on my head, a really warm blanket and then I've realized there's someone's gentle hand that's been caressing the back of my head. I opened slightly my eyes and saw Oswald, who he noticed me, smiled again. “You're up. Thank goodness, I thought that I might need to call your next of kin if you're still fainted.”

He... was taking care of me when I fainted? I then realized on what he was doing and I blushed immediately. I've hid my face underneath the blanket and I trembled in embarrassment. I can't believe I've messed up our first interaction alone! “I-I'm so sorry! I d-don't know what came over me!” I then felt the blanket pulled over my head and saw him frowning again. “Don't hide your face when you're talking to me.” He said it seriously. I was at loss and I don't know what to say.

If I say that I like him, he would have freaked out or be disgusted. But then again, he asked that damned question... What's the right way to say it? He then placed his hand on my cheeks again to make me look at him. “Felix, don't be scared. I want to hear it from you. I know for a while now that you've been watching me since early fall after our high school entrance ceremony.” I was surprised. “H-how... did you know?”

He then gently placed me back on a sitting position, but kept himself close.“Cause you've been following me at school everywhere but kept your distance. I would have let it pass as coincidental if you haven't had a few mishaps of pretending to read a book unless you can do it upside down.” He smirked a bit. Yikes! Did I really do that? Sure I might have noticed it but him? How did he knew that detail specifically? I was guessing that it was probably my turn to speak. “Well... I've... seen you a few times and I... couldn't help but admire...” I quietly spoke and started to tremble. Why is it so hard to say it?

I wanna taste his lips, yeah 'cause they taste like you...

“Me? Admirable? I doubt it.” He puts himself down. I was shocked to hear that. “Wh-what do you mean? Sure you may be not as big as your little brother, but I think you're amazing on your own. You're even just as popular as your family, you're kinda like a prince according to most of the girls and you're so... nice...!!!” I clammed my mouth with both my hands when I realized I've spoke too much. Great! Now I've probably creep him out!

But... he didn't reacted like that. He smiled, then pulls my hands away and said. “It's alright. You're being honest unlike most of the people I've knew.” I looked at him again confused. Why... is he not weird out from someone like me? Was he serious when he asked 'that' earlier?

He then gently placed one of my loose hair at the back of my ear. “What makes you notice I'm nice in real person before this? I've rarely show that side to anyone.”

“Well... I've seen that first time I did is when it was raining after school one time. There was an old man who'd probably didn't have much was using some news papers to cover his head. You've offered your own umbrella and then used your school bag to cover your head instead. That makes me think you're a kind, warmhearted person.” I remembered it well.

I wanna drown myself in a bottle of his cologne...

“You've... saw that? It wasn't out of publicity praises I've done that...” His eyes looked on the side, blushing. Holey carp fish! Now this sounded like some cheesy, love confession in those novels! “N-no! It's not like that! I think you're really a great guy! I just... couldn't help but admire.” I've blurred it out.

He looked at me with a surprising eyes and I froze again. Why am I digging my own early grave for my so-called 'social' life? His expression relaxed again and he also placed his right hand on my left cheek. “Funny. I just assumed that I'm just average. Truth is, I believed you're more interesting. To me at least.” He then brushes his thumb on my blushing cheeks as my eyes widen with shock. Little, plain but weird, old me? Interesting? To him? A super cool guy? Probably more famous than I'll ever be in my dreams?

...Wait. I DID fainted, right? “Am I still dreaming?” I asked. He then had an idea and smirked . “Maybe... What if it's real?” I was confused on what he said until he puts his other hand on the other side of my cheeks. He pulls me closer to his face and said with confidence. “If I confessed what I wanted, will you accept it?” I innocently opened my mouth to let out a 'huh?' and then he took that chance to kiss me... on the lips.

“mmh!” Was my reaction. My eyes widen while his were closed. He pulled me close to his chest as I've unconsciously gripped his sleeves again. My heart started to pound faster and felt like it was about to jump off my rib cage. My mind is thinking of numerous things right now, one of them is what's going on right now.

He's kissing me.

He then let my lips go after we needed air. He was blushing a bit deeper, but not as much as I am. “Ah... ah...” I tried to breathe. I was embarrassed, but confused. He then realized what he had done and covered his mouth. “I'm sorry... I got a bit carried away. You were so cute that I... couldn't help myself. Please forgive me.” He then pulls me close again with one hand on my head and the other wrapped around my waist in a hug.

I want his long, dark hair...

Oh. my. Gosh!  Now I know I'm not dreaming! Did 'the' Oswald 'lucky rabbit' Disney just confessed and kissed me?! For reals?!! I don't know what to say but... I wanted to make sure. “Do you really... like me?” I asked. “Yes... I wanted to make sure that you were comfortable with me before I wanted to ask. Especially if I'm a guy...” He sounded like he's having the same problem as I did... “But why me of all the people? There's a lot of cute girls and even some handsome guys who would have been a much better match than boring, old me! I'm not one of those 'in crowd' kids.” Why did he choose me out of all those people?

“Because you're unique to me.” I gasped. “You were pretty much reading books, but they were mostly on more interesting titles than the ones that were recommended by staff picks or even on those Kobo tablets. You even sometimes get some of the most crucial details when everyone else missed like your keen eye senses. A bit reserved, but you're more honest and that you're the type who doesn't go for superficial love relationships or looks... although I've already mentioned that you were cute, heh!” He chuckled on that last part. I felt... happy.

I want his magic touch...

“Now are you willing to go out with me? Even if it's just once, I want to go out with you. If not then... I wanted to be friends at least...?” He then got a bit surprise when I wrapped my arms around his back and placed my head on his chest. I knew he was well built, but it felt good. I finally took all of my courage and I gave him my answer. “Yes... I do... I was so scared of confessing and that well...” I started to shake a bit until he placed another kiss on my cheeks this time. We looked at each other again and then he said. “There's no need to be afraid... I've already fell in love with you on first glance. Now that we've confessed, we can now learn more about each other.”

Yeah 'cause maybe then, you'd want me just as much...

“Wait! What about-” He then placed a finger on my lips. “We can do it tomorrow... I want to enjoy this moment with you.” He answered as if he knew of what I was about to ask on our school project.

I got a boy crush...

He then looked at me again, leaned his head just a bit as if he wanted to kiss me again...

Hate to admit it but...

I may have blushed a bit, but I've nodded a bit and then I've let him... I've spend a long evening with him.

I got a heart rush, ain't slowing down...

----Author’s notes-----

AHHHHHHHHH!!!!! I can’t believe I’ve just made my first boy fluff one shot!

Just to let you know that I did not want to break any rules, including the new Tumbr rule about no adultery here so please don’t take this seriously. (It’s just a kiss, jez!)

I dunno why I’ve been obsessed with this but I just wanted to let it out.

I did choose this particular song not because of the misconception of loving the same gender, but more like kind of an envious way. It’s a bit of the mash of original and the remix of this song.

Girl Crush by Little Big Town and cover AJ.

BBTIM AU characters belongs to Marini4.

#bendy before the ink machine #Felix The Cat #felix #oswald #oswald the lucky rabbit #humanized #fanfiction #boy crush

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Sage Holland Drage - Bully Self-Insert

This is my Self-Insert for Bully/Canis Canem Edit! I made the art myself and would appreciate if you didn’t use it! The Template was created by Silkvale and it can be found here! I added an extra, maybe not as necessary category in the Hot Encounters category, just for fun!! And I added a few teachers! This is the finished version of this OC/self-insert! if you want to see previous versions, please go through this tag to see previous versions!

If you are interested in reading the current info about my Bully Self-Insert, please read under the cut!

Biographical Information Full Name [& Pronunciation] - Sage Holland Drage ( S AI J ) ( H AW - l uh n d ) ( d r ai j ) Meaning - Herb or Prophet, Ridgeland, Dragon Set Age - 14-15 Certified Birthdate - 12 January 1992 (not my real birth year, but shh) Astrological Sign -  Capricorn Pronouns - They/them or He/Him Aliases & Preferred Nicknames –   Dumbbell - Sage might not actually like the nickname, but Mandy WIles insist    on calling Sage it whenever Mandy sees Sage, so Sage is kind of used to this  nickname   Dragon - As some people may not be able to pronounce Sage’s surname,          Sage just call themselves Dragon to make it easier for everyone.   Ms. Shy - Even though Sage prefers to go by he/him or they/them pronouns,    people insist on calling them ms, and many people consider them shy because of how they seem terrified of new people. This nickname was first given by          Gord Vendome.   Puppy - A nickname Sage got from Kirby Olsen, that they claim matches their general personality and as Kirby claims, matches the fact Sage has puppy eyes ‘that could melt the coldest of hearts’.   Handsome Holland - because of an incident with the greasers, Ricky started calling Sage handsome and man does Sage blush every damn time   Dragonborn – Because of Sage secretly is a bit of a nerd, they obtained this nickname from the nerds when they found out they enjoyed roleplaying games like   Freddie Mercury - Mostly because of how much of a drama queen Sage can act like when they feel like it, some of the Preps have realized Sage fit the description of Bullworth’s Freddie Mercury and maybe it’s because of the fact that Sage, just like Mr Mercury, is Bisexual   Posh Spice – Maybe it’s because of how posh and ladylike Sage gets when they are dressed extremely nicely, or maybe it’s because of how Sage is not such an innocent girl like Victoria sang herself back in 2001 Ethnicities  Distant Descendants : American, British, Italian Dominant Descendants : Norwegian, Swedish, Danish Physical Description  Hair Color - Brown Eye Color - Blue Weight –  Height -  Typical Clothing Wear :  Maroon or pink vest, purple skirt, blue bow, purple bow, pink shoes - School   uniform  Pink silk dress and blonde wig - Halloween costume, that is supposed to   resemble Carrie White from the movie Carrie  Faux fur coat, faux fur ushanka - Winter attire  Plaid pink pyjama pants, striped yellow and black crop top - Pyjamas Figure/Build -  Distinguishing Features/Scars/ or Birthmarks – A mole just over their lip Explain:  Tattoos:  Piercings:  Frequently Worn Jewelry: Choker belt around their neck Personal Information  Current Living Arrangements - Sage currently lives with five of their American relatives, but also they technically live at Bullworth, in the girl’s dorm Originated from - Norway Travelled Territories -  Hobbies -   Fears – Spiders, snakes, insects, heights, scarecrows, most of the jocks Religion/Beliefs – Atheist Why?: Sage grew up in an atheist family, as simple as that. Health Behaviors  Physical Ailments/ Disabilities/ Issues –  Addiction(s) [Sex, Drugs, Smoking, Alcohol, Other] As stupid as it sounds, Sage is kind of addicted to eating sugar icing. Why?:  Any regular medication taken? – Medication for their Iron Deficiency and for their Hives Chronological Information  Profession - Student Likes -  Dislikes -  Goals/Ambitions –  Most Instructive/Painful/Memorable Experience -  Story behind experience:  Weapons/Equipment - Sage mostly fights using their hands but can use a baseball if they need to. Personal Attributes  Personality -  Strengths -  Weaknesses -  Good Habits -  Bad Habits -  Fetishes/Strange Behaviors -  Stereotype - Shy kid with few friends As you know them better(and you like them) :  As you know them better(and you hate them) :   Ratings on Personal Qualities  Physical Strength : 4/10 Sage might not regularly train, but surprisingly Sage is stronger than they seem Attractive : 5/10 Sage doesn’t consider themselves the most beautiful and mostly blames it upon their parents and grandparents for how they look Honesty : 7/10 Sage hates lying in general, but still does lie if they need to. Rule Abiding : 3/10  Sage thinks certain rules are to be broken and others are to be broken. Sociability : 3/10  Sage is quite shy when it comes to meeting new people, but if they muster up enough confidence they can make new friends. Bullworth Academy Information  Reason for enrolling: Sage has lacked disiplince and Sage’s parents had relatives that lived close Bullworth, so they decided on sending them to a Clique -  Standing and Rank in Social Circle  - Room Number – 4 Roommate(s)-  Zoe Taylor & Beatrice Trudeau Favourite Subject(s) – English,  & Art Why?: Sage loves English because they’ve felt so motivated and  Least Favorite Subject(s) –  Why?:  Favourite Teacher – Mr. Galloway & Mrs. Philips Why?:  Mr. Galloway - Sage takes a liking to Mr. Galloway, mostly because he encouraged and gave Sage a warm welcome to the school, during Sage’s first day at Bullworth Mrs. Philips - Sage got a few compliments Least Favorite Teacher –  Mr. Slawter Why?: Sage is quite afraid of Mr. Slawter, mostly because he yelled at Sage during their first class Knowledgeability  Language(s) – Norwegian, English Schooling Level - Grade 8-9, Expertise –  Chemistry –   Math –   English  –   Geography – low / Sage knows a few things, like where certain European countries are, but after that, nothing more Politics/Law – low / Sage doesn’t really find any reason to take interest in politics and doesn’t really understand it Economy –   Cooking/Culinary –   Shop –   Botany/Biology –   Mythology – high / Sage knows a lot about Norrøn Mythology and enjoys learning more and more about it Art – high / Sage highly enjoys Art and feels that they know a lot about the rules about realism and perspective Photography – medium / Sage knows how to use a camera, and what settings look good or not, so they consider themselves at a 5/10 Reading Level –   Overall Intelligence Level(s) -  Interpersonal and Naturalistic.  Relationships Statuses   Trusted Companions  Closest Friend(s) –    Milliz - “I trust her with my life. Nothing more or less to say. And might I add that her and Earnest are really freakiNG ADORABLE?”   Friend(s) -    Kirby Olsen -��“Damn, I consider him my best friend out of most of the students at Bullworth.” Despite Kirby being a jock and Sage being afraid of most of the jocks, Kirby and Sage are pretty close   Beatrice Trudeau - “She might be a nerd, but I’m lowkey a nerd so we gotta stick together” Sage might not act like it, but they’re a big nerd and therefore easily became good friends with Beatrice.   Pinky Gauthier - “excuse me? She’s one of my best friends!” Sage and Pinky quickly became friends, mostly because of how Sage was wearing Aquaberry when they first came to Bullworth and the fact that Pinky was friends with Sage’s cousin from before.

Hated Rivals  Worst Enemies –  Intolerable Students -  Harmless Acquaintances  Tolerated Students -    Zoe Taylor -       Tolerated Townsfolk - Hot Encounters  Hinted Attractions -    Bif Taylor - Sage finds Bif a bit charming and he surprisingly acts slightly kind to them, but he’s dating their cousin so😔   Tom Gurney - Sage realized really quickly that Tom was the least violent one out of the bullies and found him a slight bit charming and funny, but they don’t really hang out that much so..   Ricky Pucino - Sage found Ricky a small bit scary in the start, but quickly developed a small crush that they seem to forget about really easily Crush(es) - Gary Smith, Jimmy Hopkins and Petey Kowalski, before Sage started dating them Lover(s) - Gary, Jimmy and Petey, after they started dating them Ex(s) - Just some Norwegian guys they used to go to school with that Sage happened to like Admirer(s) -   Ivan Alexander -    Bucky Pasteur - Sage, only really being friends with Beatrice and    Casey Harris -    Dan Wilson -  Extra Information  Eating Habits Omnivore/Carnivore/Herbivore – Omnivore  Favourite Food(s): Sage likes pizza, but they just like just food in general Favourite Drink(s):  Disliked Food(s):  Disliked Drink(s):  Added Information  Proclaimed Theme Song(s) - Either Dancing Queen by ABBA or Dum Og Deilig from Knutsen Og Ludvigsen Scent –  Favourite Color: Sage can’t really decide between pink, maroon or beige. Favourite Season: Winter Favourite Animal: Sage can’t decide, so they usually just say dogs Favourite Music Genre: Sage can’t really choose, but they are very fond of country and Pop Most Memorable Quote – “ Various Quotes Through Interaction :  “ Walking around –  “I sure hope Mandy was joking when she called me a dumbbell...” “I don’t know jack dritt about math, how am I supposed to get a good grade?” “Gary mentioned something about rats, wondered what he was on about.” “I’m considering joining a clique... but which one?” “ “ “ “ When the fire alarm goes off –  “Stuff like this always happens when you least expect it.” “Sure hope this isn’t a drill, I don’t want my slippers to get wet again without reason.” ”OH SHIT!” ”I owe whoever did that my life!” Greetings Good Terms:  “Hiya!” “Hey there, best friend!” “How ya doing, sweetie?” “How are you doing, buddy?” “Hey, anything fun happen recently?” “Bro! What’s up?” “Heisann!” (Norwegian for ‘Hey there’) Bad Terms:  “Please leave me alone” “I rather not talk.” “Ew.” “Get out of my face!” “Leave me alone!” “Continue being around me and I’ll beat you up! Or cry! Or even both!” Saying goodbye –  Good Terms:  “Have a good day! “See you later!” “Hope you have a good night!” Bad Terms:  “”See you in Hell, I uhm mean class.” “Leave already.” “I’m getting a headache, gotta go.” “Byyeee, see you never.” When Flirted With –  Good Terms:  “I uhm...” “Thank you....” “Well I uhm, thank you so much! I uhm haha, we should hang out or something!” “I feel flattered. I’ll uhh have to go over there until the blushing stops.” “Continue acting this sweet and you’re going to be getting ladies really quickly.” “You’re such a sweetheart!” “If I were of age, I would marry you right here on the spot, but I’m still too young.” Bad Terms:  “I wouldn’t say I don’t like you, but I’m not that interested.” “Not to be rude, but no.” “That better not be trying to make me blush, because it didn’t work at all.” “Get lost!” “I ain’t interested!” “Yikes, no thanks.“ Watching a fight –  “I know I shouldn’t watch this crap, but damn it feels so right, right now!” “ Attacking –  “I’m sorry!” “I have no choice in this situation, so I apologize beforehand!” “I learnt this one from my friend!” ”Either you run away or I keep hitting!” While Fighting –  “I really wish it didn’t have to end with one of us being hurt!” “Ouch! Thanks, I guess!” Chasing someone –  “You can run, but you can also hide!” “Come back here! please...!” Out of breath –  “This always happens....” “Why do I have to have iron deficiency? When hidden from –  “We aren’t playing hide and seek!” Knocked out –  “This sure does remind me of my first day...” Stinkbomb explodes –  “I can’t see shit!” “I should be happy I can’t smell anything from before!” “I envy ducks: they wouldn’t have the ability to smell this!” Opinions on students who reside at Bullworth Academy– Bullies   Davis White:  Ethan Robinson:  Russell Northrop:  Trent Northwick:  Troy Miller:  Wade Martin:  Zoe Taylor:  Greasers  Hal Esposito:  Johnny Vincent:  Lefty Mancini:  Lola Lombardi:  Lucky De Luca:  Norton Williams:  Peanut Romano:  Vance Medici:  Jocks  Bo Jackson:   Damon West:   Juri Karamazov:  Luis Luna:  Mandy Wiles:  Ted Thompson:  Nerds  Algernon Papadopoulos:  Cornelius Johnson:  Donald Anderson:  Earnest Jones: Sage has a strange friendship with the leader of the nerds: There are times where Sage find him the most annoying person and would love to beat him up and there are other times where Sage can relate a lot with him and talk about video games to him Fatty Johnson:  Melvin O'Connor:  Thad Carlson:  Non-Cliques Angie Ng:  Christy Martin:  Constantinos Brakus: Sage has a strong grudge against Constantinos because he snitched on them when they were sending notes to Kirby in class. Eunice Pound:  Gloria Jackson:  Gordon Wakefield:  Karen Johnson:  Lance Jackson:  Melody Adams:  Pedro De La Hoya: “Doesn’t he like, pee his bed and get bullied a lot? I guess he’s okay, just too weak and manipulative for his own good.“ Ray Hughes:  Sheldon Thompson: “Oh look at me, I am Sheldon, all the teachers love me! I hate that kid. Annoying and desperate.” Sage has a literal grudge against him and just like everyone, thinks he is a teacher’s pet Trevor Moore: Sage has no general opinion on  Preppies  Bryce Montrose:  Chad Morris:  Derby Harrington:  Gord Vendome:  Justin Vandervelde:  Parker Ogilvie:  Tad Spencer: "Big fat ego. He’s the least best prep, after my cousin of course!” Opinion on Adults who teach and patrol at Bullworth Academy – Edna: “She’s... interesting. Underrated, but I wouldn’t consider her the best. She’s kind of rude.” Dr. Crabblesnitch: “Well, he might be my principal, but he sure isn’t much of a pal. I mean, he isn’t friendly, you know?” Miss Danvers: “She might not have done anything towards me, but she gives Derby special treatment and she kind of was a bit rude to Jimmy like last year, so I don’t whether to be respectful towards her or not.” Miss Peters: “She forced me into doing a show I didn’t want to be a part of, so she isn’t getting no respect.” Mr. Galloway: “Can I just say: Best teacher, obviously. He might be an alcoholic, but I don’t judge.” Mr. Luntz: “Strange but nice guy. I respect him.“ Mr. Matthews: “I am sorry, but I don’t know who he is because I might uh be skipping some of my classes.” Sage skips their geography classes, so they have no knowledge of who he is. Mr. Slawter: “He yelled at me on my first day, so I guess I’m kind of scared of him, because he has a booming voice.” Mr. Watts: “Strange man. Strange, very strange man.” Mr. Wiggins: Sage can’t find a reason to find Mr. Wiggins an interesting teacher to listen to. Mrs. Carvin: “I don’t really know her, but I know she’s the librarian so..” Mrs. MacRae: “That woman freaks me out.“ Mrs Peabody: “I don’t have anything against her, but she shouldn’t be so old fashioned.“ Ms. Phillips: “Favourite teacher! She’s great! She encourages the students to do their best and she isn’t against any kind of art!“ Neil: Sage doesn’t really know who Neil is and doesn’t bother learning, as they don’t have. Prefects –  Edward Seymour II:  Karl Branting:  Max MacTavish:  Seth Kolbe:  Opinions on People in the cities of Bullworth – Townies  Clint(aka Henry): Sage doesn’t like saying it, but they’re quite afraid of him and Leon Duncan:  Edgar Munsen:  Gurney:  Jerry:  Leon: Sage is scared of him and Clint. Omar Romero:  Otto Tyler:  Residents in the city of Bullworth –  Bethany Jones:  Denny:  Dr. Bambillo:  Krakauer:  Mihailovich:  Miss Abby:  Mr. Brekindale:  Mr. Buckingham: Sage thinks he isn’t that special compared to other people but thinks he is one of the nicest residents of Bullworth they have met. Mr. Castillo:  Mr. Doolin:  Mr. Huntingdon:  Mr. Johnson:  Mr. Martin: Sage sympathizes him and often can relate to what he is saying. Mr. Ramirez:  Mr. Salvatore:  Mr. Smith:  Mr. Sullivan:  Ms. Rushinski  Mrs. Lisburn: Osborne: 

#Sage Drage #Sage Holland Drage #Bully OC #Bully Self-Insert #Self-Insert #The Dragon upgrades #Posted on 27.03.2019 #Reblogs are appreciated!! #Reblogs are more appreciated than likes!!!

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Why We Love ars PARADOXICA

Back in 2016, the fandom made a list of 43 reasons why we love ars PARADOXICA in honor of the 73rd anniversary of Dr. Sally Grissom’s first audio diary on October 29, 1943. When I learned that the podcast was going to end after its third season, I decided to pull together another list that was double the length of the first. 

However, the fandom was so passionate that we blew past our goal, and reached triple the length of the original list!

Without further ado, here are the 129 of the reasons why we love ars PARADOXICA:

Helen Partridge, my beautiful, beautiful wife

I just love Kristen’s laugh and it never fails to make me smile.

Mischa’s outros! “Brought to you by the internet:” 

The TimeSwimmers episode. That whole thing was a masterpiece

Sally and Nikhil's friendship

Petra, my sassy troubled daughter

The effort that went into making such a truly unique and ambitious take on time travel-based fiction

Sally, my favorite disaster ace

All of the characters are just so beautifully flawed in their own ways and are so well depicted it’s hard to pick a favorite

Every episode makes me feel SO MANY EMOTIONS

The sound effects are just so well done that I feel like I’m right there with the characters

The subtle yet mind blowing foreshadowing

The way it endlessly inspires me to create fan content

The decryption team, who I don't understand yet love to watch unravel codes

The ability to make us both love and hate a character at the same time as much as we do Esther Roberts.

Jack Wyatt

The sass, and in general wonderful interactions with the fan base on social media.

The schoolyard brawl!

Very obviously not being afraid to have fun with ads/sponsored content.

Actually making me want to listen to the version with ads even though I'm a patron

Buttsticks…

Plasticity

The outro music is simple but so, so good

Lemon drops and Limestone

My curiosity about what Esther wrote in the letter

Golden boi and his devils lettuce

With three episodes left it felt like there was so much story left to be told and such little time to tell it

The generosity to keep us entertained between seasons

The subtle symbolism of Esther's mind being represented with card games

The heart-wrenching ups and downs of Esther and Bridget's relationship

Esther and Sally’s lesbian/aroace solidarity

Bridget, my mom

Sally's #relatable ace anxieties and Nikhil's comforting response

The super cool theme song by Mischa "i do not play piano" Stanton which they apparently HEARD IN A DREAM?!

The found footage pieces between scenes

The amount of detail put into it, and being able to notice new things on each relisten

Easter eggs like QDAM

Seemingly infinite pop culture references

The commitment to posting a transcript for each episode

The GOLDEN BOY smokes the devil’s lettuce?!

The Super LUminal Recursive Processor

All of the machine code names really

Mischa’s wonderful sound design that makes me feel like I’m actually in the location the episode takes place at and made me realize how wonderful podcasts could truly be.

Sally Grissom. The wonderful disaster ace and the first ace rep I ever found.

The sound design of the show, especially the tapes adding to world building, all those clunky sounds.

Sally Grissom, ‘I wonder what would happen if I...’, Mad scientist.

This show has the most complex, humanistic portrayal of aromanticism I’ve ever experienced

I appreciate the aP creators’ dedication to nuanced portrayal of and discussion about violence

All of Curses, of fucking course

Keeping the humanity of people who do bad thing while not trying to justify them

Their commitment to “all killer, no filler”

Reminding me that science is cool, dammit!

Petra is a lovely and nuanced, complex character that I adore with my whole heart and soul.

[BLUE BLUE 09 13 18 15 26 08 04 12 20 24 05 18 14 09 17 04 05 12 01 05 The weather in Tulsa today is: Drought. At the tone, the time will be: 5400 hours]

The creators are so so fantastic and fun! I love that they interact with fans.

Sally is the disaster stoner physicist we all need in our lives. also she’s relatable as hell

The show is not afraid to tackle issues like race, gender, or sexuality and it doesn’t overstep its bounds.

The codes are so fun (even if I don’t understand all of them)!

I love how excited scientists get when they’ve discovered something-it feels like real scientists I know

How Bridget criticizes Sally for making puns under pressure even though she does exactly the same thing

The way characters interact with one another, and grow, and learn, and develop is so fascinating and beautiful.

Plasticity might have been the first podcast episode to make me cry.

I love Sally “I only know anecdotal biology and chemistry” Grissom and how her science knowledge actually makes sense??

As a huge huge physics nerd and aspiring computer scientist, I love love love the way Sally talks about science! It’s like Kristen DiMercurio is narrating my inner monologue!

The thrill of trying to keep up with the diverging timelines

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The consideration and dedication shown in not only writing an aro-spec ace character, but addressing issues and worries often faced by people in that community.

The mind-boggling task of trying to piece together everything that’s happening when for all we know every scene could be from a different, rewritten version of the timeline.

Anthony Partridge, the most melodramatic math nerd to ever play Tetris in a bubble outside of time.

The optimism of the show and ultimate faith it shows in both science and humanity, despite all the characters’ failings.

Sally giggling over meeting her future self both times that it happens

Sally’s book (and her attempts at pronouncing NaNoWriMo).

Maggie Elbourne, because as much as I love all my the more morally ambiguous scientists it’s nice to see one who actually stood up to ODAR’s shenanigans almost as soon as she figured out what was up.

Everything about the road trip.

TimeSwimmers was already mentioned but specifically TIME DOLPHIN RYAN LOCHTE

Characters that grow and change and learn

The 77s getting name dropped in Plasticity, way before we knew who they were

Sally calling out the English language for being problematic (“oh, you mean like morally upstanding?”)

“The weather in Tulsa today is: uhh I dunno”.

It has been quite possibly the most human exploration of time travel I’ve ever seen/heard.

Reaching a happy ending I couldn't even imagine

The weather in Tulsa is: sppoookyyy

The ever changing ways the codes were presented in season 3. Giving the feeling that the anchorites were both on the run and broadcasting these messages from different points in time.

Sally’s ace representation is the best I’ve ever seen and it makes me feel so #valid.

The sound design and detail in the writing make me feel like I’m truly immersed in the story, and it feels so authentic. Are you sure you don’t secretly have a timepiece?

The characters are people I CARE about and wanted to cry over during work all the time because they’re all wonderful and I love them.

The integration of the different storylines into Sally’s, especially Petra’s, is amazing.

Petra’s characterization was really well done, and it made me really care about her, even as she was trying to more or less destroy the world.

Out-of-date pop culture references that fit seamlessly into the dialogue despite being from literally a different time period and most of the characters having no idea what it meant. They just added an extra level of hilarious.

You may not actually know a single thing about tachyon fields and gluon walls (are they even real?) but you could definitely convince me that you know exactly what you’re talking about (or at least that Sally Grissom does).

The enDING WAS JUST REALLY WELL DONE AND I LOVE A GOOD CIRCULAR ENDING AND IT MADE ME GENUINELY GO TO THE BATHROOM DURING WORK TO CRY BECAUSE IT WAS JUST BEAUTIFUL.

The fact that the whole show is wrapped up by the revelation that the entire show is actually Nikhil and Mateo curling up with board games and snacks trying to form a story out of these tapes, patching together timelines to make it all cohesive, it just feels very right.

This story fits the medium so well, and so the fact that we don’t learn that Whickman has an EYEPATCH is absolutely wild but also wonderful because as soon as I heard that I knew that that was how it belonged, like of course he has an eyepatch, that’s a very Chet thing to have.

The ending was so perfectly, painfully beautiful. It was the ending we needed but never would have imagined.

Petra’s and Sally’s relationship being so complex and real.

Nikhil and Mateo using the archive to create the framing device for the whole podcast.

The sound the timepiece makes.

The final destruction of the timepiece.

Putting time travel in a Cold War setting makes perfect sense, and they go together like peanut butter and chocolate.

Did anyone mention Helen Partridge as a character? How beautifully she was set up and the fact that she pursued her own her life, and also, how BEAUTIFULLY Susanna Kavee can sing? Because damn.

I just. Really love this show. And everyone involved. So much.

The child characters were really well done-both the actors and the writing felt real.

To me, the show feels a bit like one of those camp friendship bracelets everyone used to make, with all these colors and threads--all of the timelines, woven together, messy but beautiful.

TEETRIS

Grissom’s Gizmo Gals!

Mateo’s non-stop flirting, even in the worst of situations

Sally “It’s Dr Grissom”ed HERSELF.

The way both the story and the characters reflect a complex view on the world with people making horrible decisions and horrible things happening to them, and yet always maintaining a positive outlook, offering the possibility of change and improvement.

The top-notch voice acting from everyone involved, helping to create the wonderful characters we all love.

Sally finger-gunning her way out of a conversation with a pun about a friend almost killing her.

All the minisodes!!

Any time Bridget, Nikhil or Lou acts like they want to adopt Petra

The series ending with two characters who had been at odds coming together

The characterization of the different Petras, because they all seem like different people even though  in fact they are not (and Sylvia deciding she doesn't want to follow the legacy of Petras)

How Kristen can play 2 of the same character and make them sound different (how does she do that???)

Anthony’s will to save everyone, sacrificing himself, when the world didn't do anything good for him…

... and the constant struggle to save his friends (like when he was literally the only one aware of the Anchorites and the way their plan could have ended)

The way the show can go from time travel shenanigans to heartfelt character moments is a real testament to the talent of the writing team.

The Vegas episode, which I listened to after the finale and cried, because they were so happy and naive and everything wasn’t messy and bad and complicated.

The way gun violence is handled by the creators with respect and care

The way PTSD and mental health is handled (through Sally) is beautiful and respectful.

Partridge being named after a bird and living out his life in a cage. YOU GUYS ARE MEAN

Susanna Kavee’s absolutely amazing singing and Tau Zaman’s lyrics are an absolutely combination.

The ceaseless, unwavering commitment to puns

I love how important their friendships are to the characters (well, most of them anyways).

Sally’s conversation with Nikhil in season 3 reflects a lot of common anxieties of aromantic people, and his understanding responses

The entirety of the trial episode, which just really sort of showed the full extent of how terrible the Red Scare was by putting Esther, a Jewish woman, through it, and just shows you how defamed people in that time were.

In so many of the fictional and non-fictional representations of history, marginalized people have diminished, distorted, and stereotypical roles-but not in ars PARADOXICA. Thank you for making so many people feel seen.

All the amazing writers who started it all. 💜

Here are the signatures of some of the fans who contributed: 

Signatures

Lindsay (ioniluna/drsallygrissom)

Khanan Abayev

SJ (your friendly neighborhood slauthor)

Dave (mondas-mania)

Noah (kindadisappointed)

Sana (i-am-delta-s)

Tina (espressonist)

Meaghan (lafgl)

Katherine (Rubywolfsbane)

Artimis (jp-blindperson/ap-blindperson)

Luke (martianboyy)

Ellie (joan-and-jane-and-esther-roberts/shewrites)

Bridge (cornerandchair)

Lem (aceparadoxica)

Esme (starsparadoxica)

Glory (mercutiglo)

Carly (guardianbob)

Emese (mse)

Ben (Q)

Special thanks to the ars PARADOXICA discord for being so helpful! From the time it was just a dozen people with a spork in a shoebox, this community was a shining star that helped me through tough times. Thank you for your silliness, cleverness, and support.

Brought to you by the internet: It’s weird! It’s fun! It loves you very, very much!

#ars paradoxica #aP creators #surprise!