#very quick doodle i did on instagram last night

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would you watch sniffs youtube videos be honest

(I would)

#the moomins #moominvalley #sniff #moomin #doodle #very quick doodle i did on instagram last night

[alectoperdita]

Fictober - Day 24

prompt: “are you kidding me?” fandom: Yu-Gi-Oh! Duel Monsters pairing: Joey Wheeler/Seto Kaiba rating: teen warnings: takes place against the backdrop of a pandemic, that while not explicitly named, is very similar to current circumstances a/n: a socially-distanced dating AU, part 2

April bled into May, and Joey spent most of that time drowning in concept sketches and 3D models for the new levels that the creative lead had specced out. 

To his surprise, Seto didn't ghost him after the first few conversations. 

They didn't talk every day, but close enough.

Like the weekly trip to the grocery store and occasional walks in a nearby park, talking to Seto had become one of the few bright spots in quarantine life. Every time his phone buzzed with a new notification, Joey hoped it was a new message from Seto.

Joey quickly deduced how much of an early riser Seto was by his early morning replies to Joey's messages from late in the previous night. Seto rarely responded to messages between nine and six, which led Joey to wonder if he often skipped lunch like several techies he knew. Seto had yet to provide any specific details about where he worked or what he specifically did, but based on how he responded when Joey talked about his work, Joey had him pegged as a programmer of some sort.

Three weeks after they first matched, they moved their correspondence off the dating app when they exchanged Instagram handles. Joey wasn't surprised to see that the account was private and followed less than a dozen people. The fact that Joey was now on that shortlist made him feel a bit giddy. 

Seto was not a frequent poster, and his account contained very few selfies. He always shared the spotlight with a raven-haired teenage boy, who must be the aforementioned little brother, in those photos. At least the Seto that appeared on the account matched the man in the dating app's profile, so Joey could take comfort that he wasn't being catfished. The rest of Seto's posts mostly contained scenic photography. 

Maybe Seto actually worked in consulting? Because he appeared to have traveled regularly before the pandemic. 

The most curious photo was one that captured the complicated, inner guts of an open Duel Disk. That lent credence to Seto's claim to work in tech because most people didn't crack open a Duel Disk for fun.

In comparison, Joey's Instagram was a public account that chronicled his extended stint through art school. The photos ranged from selfies taken with friends and former classmates, doodles from his sketchbook and napkins, and strange and exciting things that caught his attention on the street of New York. He recently used the account to document his cross-country move and his explorations around his new city. 

He hadn't posted anything new since March, though. The last photo was one of his work-from-home setup taken two days after the studio office closed.

But he knew for a fact that Seto had gone through his old posts because he'd liked the last photo Joey had taken with his sister before leaving New York. When he first saw the notification, he'd rolled around on top of his bed for several ecstatic moments.

He had no idea what Seto sounded like, but Joey slowly found himself falling for Seto's quick wit, intelligence, and even his seriousness. Was this what old-timey courtship, when people had been limited to writing letters to each other, felt like?

If they could actually meet, that'd be Joey's highlight of this entire freaking miserable year. 

Joey I'm gonna shrivel up and die if I don't get some socialization soon

Seto You socialize every day with your coworkers. You call your sister every week.

Joey Yeah, but I haven't talked to anyone in real life besides my roommate in forever I wanna talk to my coworkers about stuff other than work I miss people, okay?

Seto If you all wear a mask and stay far enough apart, you can more or less safely go hang out with your coworkers.

Joey I'll bring it up to the others, maybe they're going as stir crazy as me  What about you? How are you holding up two? Three months into this bullshit?

Seto I'm mostly frustrated on my brother's behalf. He's due to start college in the fall.

Joey Shit, that sucks a lot Sorry for your little bro, no one wants to start college like this

Seto Thank you. As for myself, I have my work to keep occupied. But I sometimes find myself actually missing those obnoxious meetings that required me to attend in person.

Joey Yeah, I hear ya Don't get too caught up in just working though. You gotta have fun once in a while.

Seto Yes, sadly, tournaments are not going to start up any time soon.

Joey chewed on his bottom lip and cast a glance at his old Duel Disk that he'd dug out of his closet. Maybe this was his chance...

Joey We can duel each other I mean, dueling is like the perfect socially distanced activity to do outdoors

Seto didn't reply for several minutes, causing Joey's anxiety to shoot through the roof. When he finally did, Joey nearly cried in relief.

Seto Is this a date?

Joey If you want it to be

Seto It's a far better choice than asking me out for a drink.

-x-x-x-

The following Sunday, Joey strapped his Duel Disk to his arm and biked out to Golden Gate Park. He locked his bike near the eastern entrance and donned his fabric mask before traipsing into the park. Joey then pulled on the nicest shirt he owned, a red short-sleeved oxford, to hide his sweat-dampened t-shirt. It didn't take him long to find Seto out on an isolated patch of grass with a black mask covering the lower half of his face. His gaze was focused on the phone in his hand, while the latest Duel Disk model in sleek silver and blue sat on his non-dominant arm.

Joey came to a stop at the requisite six-feet distance and called, "Nice to finally meet ya, Seto!"

Lifting his head, their eyes met. Seto's eyes appeared almost too blue under the bright afternoon sun. "Joey," he greeted in a rich voice that maybe had Joey swooning a bit.

For several moments, they studied each other from a distance. Seto turned out to be several inches taller than Joey, and he'd come to today's date dressed in a navy polo shirt over fashionably skinny black jeans. Feeling self-conscious, Joey reached up and tried to smooth out his hair, which was probably windswept from his bike ride. 

"Shall we begin?" asked Seto.

"What? No ice-breaker?" Joey joked.

"The duel is the ice-breaker," replied Seto confidently. 

Joey wondered if he was smiling underneath the mask. "Let's go then!"

As Joey suspected, Seto was an advanced duelist. He never seemed to lack counters to respond with. The duel's intensity kept Joey on his toes and had him sweating almost as much as the bike ride over. While he did his best, the goddess of victory did not favor him.

"Jeeze, you play like an absolute beast," said Joey after his life points ticked to nothing.

"I play to win." Seto's eyes shone in such a way that Joey was sure he was smiling viciously under the cloth mask.

"Ya coulda gone a little easier on me. Ya know I'm a bit rusty at the game, and it's our first date. Don't ya wanna make a good impression?" he pouted, but the effect was probably lost with the face mask.

Seto arched an elegant eyebrow. "My overwhelming victory didn't impress you?"

Joey laughed. Never had he been so happy to lose a duel.

-x-x-x-

Every other Sunday, they met at Golden Gate Park for a duel. They started bringing food and drinks with them to enjoy afterward as they talked about their week. They had become bonafide dates, except for the part where they always stayed six feet apart and couldn't touch. 

Lounging on a blanket, he glanced longingly at Seto's long fingers as they gripped the neck of a single-serving bottle of wine. What would those fingers feel like against his skin? What would it feel like to pull that mask down and kiss him? These were the questions slowly driving Joey insane every time they saw each other. 

To distract himself, he asked a different question that had been bothering him. "You've been playing a different deck every time. Have you been building a new one for each one?"

"I have. My main deck's—" Seto paused to consider his words. "Quite distinctive. Besides, you're not ready to face it."

"But I'm getting better each time! I almost beat you today. It's only a matter of time. I have someone from work giving me tips. He's a real pro. I doubt even you can beat him." He threw a broad grin at his date, forgetting that it wouldn't be visible.

Yuugi, the studio's tech lead, had won several national championships.

Seto sensed it, though, and may have smiled in return if the crinkling around his eyes were any indication. "Is that so? You're taking this very seriously for a hobby player."

"Well, there's this cute guy I'm trying to impress, ya see?" Joey winked.

His heart fluttered when he spotted the hints of a blush seeping out from under Seto's mask. He was officially dying to touch his date.

-x-x-x-

"Is this what touch-starved feels like?" Joey bemoaned as he stared at the living room ceiling.

After retrieving the PS4 controller from across the room, his roommate returned and gave him a skeptical look. "Do you need a hug or something?"

"Maybe?"

His roommate plopped down on the couch next to him and gave him a quick hug and a pat on the head as he pulled away. Joey flopped listlessly against the sofa arm.

"Guess that didn't help," muttered his roommate.

"No, it was nice," sighed Joey. "But you're not the one I wanna touch and hold."

"Ah! I get it now. This is about the guy you've been seeing on Sundays. Take it that's been going well if you're moping like this."

"Yeah. God, I really, really like him. I wanna touch him and kiss him so much I could die."

"A little overdramatic, but I get it," his roommate said sympathetically.

Joey sat up again and wailed. "This pandemic is the fucking worst. Why did I meet him now?"

His roommate fell silent for a while as he booted up The Ghost of Tsushima. "Well... you both work from home, right?"

Joey nodded. 

"And it sounds like he's been pretty careful overall, just like you. You can try and get tested, but we know what a crapshoot that's been. If you two agree to be, well, exclusive, maybe you guys can move to the next stage," suggested his roommate.

"You'd be okay with that?"

"I mean, it's all about forming social pods, right? If the two of us are clear and he and his immediate family are clear, then we should be okay."

"He lives with his little brother, and I think he's been pretty strict about the kid quarantining too."

"It's not that much different than getting tested and talking about STDs and stuff when you think about it. Be honest and check in with each other. See if he'd be comfortable with the idea first."

Joey chewed on his bottom lip. "I'll think about it. I should probably ask him what his last name is..."

"Oh my fucking god!" His roommate exclaimed and chucked a cushion at his face. "Are you for fucking real?"

-x-x-x-

At the end of their monthly playtest meeting, the studio director, Atem, dropped the news. "We have a new minority investor in the company. Please don't be alarmed. This changes nothing about the way we operate or the creative choices we make in our products. More money and more resources mean we'll be able to invest more in our games."

Ryou, the art team lead, raised a tentative hand in his video square before asking, "Can you tell us who it is?"

"It's KC," replied Atem calmly.

Joey's ears crackled with the team's various reactions, ranging from soft gasps to exclamations of "oh my god."

"Wait, the KC as in the Kaiba Corporation? The one that makes Duel Disks?" Tristan, the office manager, asked for further clarification.

"Yes. Don't forget they have a video game publishing division as well," reminded Atem. "The point is that it's an investor relationship. They're not acquiring us. There'll be no change in management. The company is impressed by the quality of our work and wants to help us continue to grow. So really, it's thanks to everyone's hard work on this call that we were able to secure this opportunity."

It was hard to share a look with coworkers when everyone was in disparate locations across the Bay Area. Some of them, Joey included, tried.

Atem continued, "The reason that I'm bringing this up now is because the announcement is being made tomorrow. I wanted you all to know first before that happened, but please remember to keep it on the down-low until then. I'll also be putting a meeting on the calendar for tomorrow, where we will have a brief meet-and-greet with some representatives from KC. Again, don't panic. Okay, thanks to everyone for your thoughtful playtest feedback. We'll be going through all the comments and converting the high-priority concerns into action items you'll be able to see in Asana soon. Bye."

The meeting ended with the always abrupt dialog box stating, "The host has ended the meeting."

Yuugi was in his Slack DMs in seconds.

Yuugi Omg omg, I knew Atem was looking for investors for a while, but even this caught me by surprise!

Joey dude shouldn't he have told you? you're like tech lead

Yuugi Like Atem said, it's a minority stake. It doesn't give them the right to do tech diligence on us or anything.

Joey so you're not worried at all?

Yuugi No, this is probably the best possible outcome. Atem already has a working relationship with the CEO. They were active in Duel Monsters around the same time. I've met him twice too. I think he'll be more hands-off than you think.  It'd be another story if we were acquired.

Joey cool cool cool still not totally freaking out about meeting the bigwigs tomorrow shit, i gotta iron my good shirt

Yuugi Lol don't worry, it's not like Kaiba himself going to come to the meeting

-x-x-x-

As it turned out, Yuugi was dead wrong. 

As soon as he joined the Zoom call, one particular black rectangle caught Joey's attention. 

S. Kaiba

Video was off, and there was a red muted icon in the bottom right. 

But with 30 plus people on the call, the rectangle fell quickly off the first screen as Atem greeted everyone. 

Reflexively, Joey ducked out of frame and used his phone camera in selfie mode to make sure his appearance was more or less neatly. Like him, most of the team had chosen to dress a notch or two above their usual work attire of t-shirts and hoodies. Tea was wearing makeup for the first time in weeks. Several people, Miho included, had cleaned their rooms/offices or moved to a spot in their homes where there was nothing but a bare white-washed wall behind them.

"Good afternoon, everyone. Thanks for joining us on such short notice," Atem began, calm and collected as always. "This meeting is meant to give us a chance to introduce ourselves and set us forward on the path to a smooth working relationship. As many of you know, my name is Atem Hussain, and I'm the director of Black Magic Games."

Another rectangle labeled "Megan Sullivan" lit up around its border as a woman in her mid-thirties and dressed conservatively in a business suit introduced herself. "Hi, everyone. It's such a pleasure to meet you. I'm Megan, the VP of Operations here at KC. We're actually lucky to have Mr. Kaiba join us today."

"Good afternoon," a familiar deep voice rumbled in Joey's ears, and he jumped out of his chair. 

S. Kaiba, as in Seto Kaiba, returned to the top of the video grid. The same pair of deep blue eyes that haunted Joey's dreams of late stared back at him. Joey hadn't seen the bottom half of Seto's face outside of dating app photos and Instagram, but he recognized the smooth-shaven jawline on his screen. Seto was dressed in business formal, though he'd discarded the jacket for now. His ice blue tie popped against the dark gray of his neat button-up. 

"Are you kidding me?" Joey screeched. 

A dead silence followed on the call. He hadn't muted himself yet. 

"Sorry," he apologized hastily, then muted himself and turned off his video for good measure. 

Probably too little too late. If Seto hadn't noticed him before, he definitely did after that little outburst. Seto Kaiba was definitely the man he'd been playing Duel Monsters with every other Sunday at the park. Seto—23, 10 miles away—was none other than the CEO of the Kaiba Corporation. 

Joey was an idiot. He wanted to die. He didn't know if he was more embarrassed by the fact that he'd never connected those two dots before or that he'd finally realized it now of all times. He barely paid attention to the rest of the meeting, only unmuting himself for 30 seconds to introduce himself at Ryou's urging ("Joey Wheeler. I work on art assets and modeling.").

He pulled up the Wikipedia page for the Kaiba Corporation, which he should have done yesterday when Atem first told Them. There, in the info box to the side, under "Key People"—CEO: Seto Kaiba. He followed the link through to Seto's page. The photo provided must be from several years ago because Seto was wearing that flamboyant trench coat getup that Joey remembered as defining "Kaiba" through much of his high school and early college years. Was that how he'd been fooled so thoroughly? Because Seto now dressed like a normal person instead of a supervillain? 

Maybe he could blame it on the face mask? 

The meeting was only scheduled for half an hour, but it felt like an eternity. Joey kept tabbing through photos he found of Seto Kaiba online and the Zoom window to compare them and kick himself over and over again. His only saving grace was he wasn't an active participant in the meeting. All he was expected to do was listen and stare.

He nearly had a heart attack when a message popped up on his screen with two minutes on the clock.

From S. Kaiba to You:

Stay on afterward. We should talk.

"Okay, thanks to everyone for joining us today. We look forward to supporting all the amazing work your studio has been doing. Bye," chirped Megan.

A chorus of "byes" rang in Joey's ear as people exited the Zoom meeting in droves. Soon, the only two rectangles that remained were his and Seto's.

Seto sighed and squeezed the bridge of his nose. "Will you turn on your video?"

With a shaky hand, Joey turned on his webcam again. They stared at each other over the internet. It was one of the strangest things Joey had done in a year full of nothing but weird strangeness.

"Did you know?" Joey blurted, fidgeting with nervous energy.

"What? That you worked at Atem's studio? No. Joey's a pretty common name, and you never gave me your last."

Joey buried his burning face in his hands. His headphones slipped forward over his forehead. "God, you must think I'm a fucking idiot. Seto. How many people on this planet are named Seto of all things?"

"Maybe in America," Seto replied calmly. "It's not unheard of where my parents were from. I was actually glad when you remained oblivious to who I was. It was...refreshing that you had no preconceived notions about me."

Joey peeked at Seto through his fingers. "No wonder you were cagey about giving too many details about what you did. And yeah, your main deck with the Blue-Eyes White Dragon would have been a dead giveaway. Still doesn't make me any less of a dumbass."

"I did consider dropping some hints recently to see if you would put the pieces together," chortled Seto. It was nice to see the curve of his soft lips without a mask covering them. It made Joey want to kiss him even more.

Dropping his hands into his lap, Joey straightened. "So, what now? Are we, like, done then?"

His stomach plummeted at the thought. It was one thing to want to date Seto, who was already out of Joey's league, but to date the Seto Kaiba? Not to mention, wasn't this sort of thing a conflict of interest or something?

Seto considered him long and hard over the video connection. "I'm not your boss. Atem is. I wouldn't usually bother with meetings like this one if I didn't know Atem personally. At the end of the day, you're still Joey, whether you worked for Black Magic or another game studio."

Joey sucked in a deep breath. "Then, we still on for this Sunday?"

"Yes, if you would like." Seto's eyes darted to the side momentarily as he admitted, "I would like it."

Fuck, yeah, cute. Joey had no defense against those almost shy reactions. "Will you bring your real deck this time?"

Seto met his eyes again and smiled. "Yes, I suppose now's the time."

-x-x-x-

Sunday was another gorgeous California day, and the two of them met at their usual dueling spot. Seto's dragons were something to behold in person. They were bigger and more ferocious than Joey remembered seeing on streams, and they trounced his deck in an embarrassing number of turns.

After the duel, they cautiously approached each other. Every step that brought him closer to Seto made Joey's heart race faster. They'd exchanged phone numbers and had several long and honest conversations after that fated Zoom meeting. To Joey's undying delight, Seto had expressed similar thoughts about advancing their relationship, even going so far as to help Joey secure a test in the days leading up to today's date. 

Both of them had come back negative as hoped.

"Great duel," Joey complimented and hesitantly removed his mask.

Seto followed his example and smirked at him. "Now that I know Yuugi's been the one tutoring you, I can read your moves too easily."

Joey rolled his eyes and punched him in the arm. "Shaddup, not all of us are national DM champions."

As he withdrew his fist, Seto caught his wrist. The feeling of those long, spindly fingers that Joey had admired from afar for weeks gripping his skin sent electricity racing up his arm and down his spine. Seto's pale fingers felt cool against Joey's tanned skin, now clammy from sweat and nerves. Joey's breath caught in his throat as he forgot how to breathe. Fuck, he wasn't dreaming. This was direct skin-to-skin contact. 

"I should have asked first," Seto said and released him.

"No, come back." 

This time, Joey reached out and grabbed Seto's hand. The palm pressed to his felt equally damp and seemed to tremble at the contact. Shifting his grip carefully, he intertwined their fingers and held tight. He swore he could get high off this simple touch.

He lifted his head and smiled softly at his date. "This is what we talked about. We both agreed we wanted this, right?"

Mutely, Seto nodded. His rounded eyes were still fixed on their linked hands. Joey looked back down, similarly enthralled by the sight. Distantly, he realized they probably looked like idiots to the outside observer, two men standing shellshocked in the middle of the grass while holding hands. 

Several moments later, Joey loudly declared, "This means we're exclusive now. You hafta delete tinder right now."

That snapped Seto out of his daze. An arrogant smirk appeared on his kissable lips. "Moving a bit fast, aren't we?"

Joey lifted their clasped hands, marveling at the way their fingers laced together and the warmth between their flushed palms. "Man, we're touching, like touching-touching. That basically makes us pandemic married."

Seto laughed. It carried a note of the mania that Joey now remembered from his old duels, but it was also unexpectedly rich and warm. Feeling daring, Joey stepped closer and pressed his cheek to Seto's shaking shoulder and soaked in the delightful sound.

Check out other puppy/violetshipping ficlets I’m writing all #fictober20 long

#fictober20 #violetshipping #puppyshipping #kaijou #my fanfiction #this one is super long? #over 4k #enjoy? #i'm sorry it's barely edited though #i can't decide if i like or hate how this came out #yugioh

[starlocked01]

Beautiful Mistakes

AO3 @tsshipmonth2020

Masterpost- Previous- Next

Summary-  Remy can't think before he has his coffee and that causes problems for him and his soulmate.

A/N- Slightly altered so that the marks disappear a few minutes after they’ve been received.

Day 9 Remile- Whatever you draw on your skin shows up on your soulmate

Emile could feel the slight itch on his cheek that indicated a message from his soulmate had appeared. He flushed with embarrassment but kept his composure. He quickly scrawled on his wrist.

Not now, Rem. I'm with a client.

He turned back to his patients with a smile and his wrist itched as Remy replied.

Oops

"Doc, you okay?"

"My apologies, my soulmate likes to send messages when he wakes up. Except he works… at night," Emile sighed, affectionately yet exasperated.

"Well the flags look cute, I guess as long as you're okay with your patients knowing..." Dot smiled and nodded encouragingly.

Emile paled, "he didn't…"

"I think he did," Larry replied.

Emile put a hand to his cheek, "it's a pride flag isn't it?"

"Oh don't worry, Doc! It's so cute! Larry, isn't it cute?"

"He's going to be rather upset with me. I can't check it, and he's not out at work yet… but enough about me, back to Dorry! Or if you prefer, Larrydot?? " Emile grinned despite the looks of confusion the couple were giving him. His cheek and wrist continued to itch but he insisted on staying focused on the session.

By the time Larry and Dot were leaving, the itching had crawled up his forearm. Remy must be rather upset.

He checked his watch. The next appointment was in 20 minutes. He could take 5 to read through the tirade and would still be able to review notes for the next couple. He rolled up his sleeve to see a block of text that grew more frantic the farther it got up his arm.

Babe check out the drawing!

I worked hard on that girl pls appreciate me

Em i have work in an hour

Look. At. Your. Cheek.

This isn't funny!

Okay it was supposed to be funny but i can't have a gay flag on my face at work they will kill me!!!!

Bitch

Bitch

You don't love me im gonna die because you don't love me

No one is gonna believe me if i have to lie about this

Please????

>:[

Emile chuckled and wrote back quickly.

This is your fault for drawing on your cheek. You know I work and can't check messages right away.

He checked the time again and pulled out his phone, opening the camera app. He admired the little gay flag crossed with a pan flag. He took a quick selfie to preserve the drawing on his phone. It really was sweet, if unfortunately timed. Luckily, most of his clients would be fairly understanding. Remy's coworkers on the other hand would not.

The tirade on his arm had faded and  been replaced with a new line from Remy.

Don't judge me I didn't have my coffee yet girl

Emile chuckled and pulled his sleeve back down, finding the file and notes he had for the next couple's session.

Remy sat in his car, obsessively checking the mirror until the flags on his cheek faded away. The last thing he needed was to get outed by a soul mark. He was usually late anyway because of the line at Starbucks, what harm would one more day do?

A lot of harm, apparently.

His boss was waiting by the loading dock, impatiently tapping his foot as Remy strolled up.

"'Sup? What are we-"

"Don't even bother clocking in. You don't do shit here and this is the fifth time you've been late this month. You're done."

Remy sputtered, "this is homophobic!"

His boss stared hard at him, eyes narrowing, "You're lazy and you're gay? You're FIRED!"

"Whatever! Your loss, you prick!" Remy turned and flipped the man off as he walked back to his car. He got in and locked the doors, taking some deep breaths. He considered writing to Emile, but decided this was probably an in-person topic.

He restarted the car and drove home, mentally preparing for a lot of explaining.

Emile was surprised to see Remy's car in the driveway when he got home and more than a little concerned. He parked and hurried inside. He found his soulmate sitting in the dark, sipping coffee, and scrolling instagram.

"Remy? Are you okay?"

"Got fired."

"Oh my stars! What happened?"

Remy gave an exasperated sigh, "he didn't like me being late. He also blamed me being gay so idk maybe there's a lawsuit there."

"Was it because of the flags? I tried to check as soon as possible…"

"No… I'm usually late anyway," Remy sank deeper into the couch and Emile moved to sit down next to him, placing a hand on his shoulder.

"Maybe it was time for a career change. You can find somewhere more accepting with less crazy hours."

"Maybe I'll become a stripper. They make good money right?" Remy mused, leaning into Emile’s side. The other man wrapped him in a one armed hug.

"While I am sure you'd be a natural, I'd be very concerned for your safety as a sex worker, dear. What about something you're passionate about?" Emile tried to be encouraging, numbers running through his head calculating exactly how long they could live off a single salary.

The outlook was not super promising.

"Don't worry, babe, I'll do some research tonight and fill out some applications. Promise," Remy gave Emile a smile that was skin deep, "what do you want for dinner? I'm starving."

After a week of Remy submitting applications and hearing nothing back, Emile was about ready to suggest the exotic dancer route himself. It wasn't that they were under financial stress (yet), moreso that Remy was a lot more rambunctious being cooped at home during the night. He kept waking Emile up too early and the loss of sleep was starting to affect his clients.

"Hey Doc? You're kinda unusually quiet today…"

Emile shook himself back to alertness, "sorry about that Elliott, where were we?"

"Um," they tapped their fingers together while thinking, "I think I was talking about how my soulmate never writes back. They check every message but I never get any from them. It doesn't… feel good."

"Remember what we've said before, Elliott, your worth isn't based on your soulmate. Whatever reason they choose not to write back, the fact of the matter is that you're still an amazing and powerful person in your own right."

Emile was interrupted by an itching on his wrist. Remy would usually still be asleep by now it was late enough in the morning.

He resisted the urge to check the mark as he spoke with Elliott and he could feel the itch crawling up his arm.

After the session, Emile quickly pulled up his sleeve, praying for good news.

I GOT IT!!!

Finally got an interview for tomorrow!!

<3 <3 <3

There were several more hearts and Emile allowed himself a small smile of relief. He doodled back a heart or two for Remy before returning his focus back to work.

They could celebrate when that interview turned into a position.

He greeted the next couple with a broader smile and a tad more exuberance, much to their dismay.

Remy was nervous. This job sounded too good to be true and they'd practically hired him on the spot. He wasn't about to let his soulmate down though.

He followed the man down the hall, sipping his tea for comfort.

"Honestly just don't let anyone eat anything inedible or hit each other and you'll do great," the man smiled, showing Remy into a room with a dozen kids and two other frazzled looking adults.

Piece of cake right?

Emile was in the middle of a session when he felt the itch on his cheek. He tried to smile through it, but then he felt more itches on his legs and arms and nose. His clients were too preoccupied actually talking through their issue with each other so Emile checked his arm to find a rainbow of scribbles that kept growing.

He put a hand to his face to cover his nose and cheek. What had Remy gotten himself into?

Pretty soon his clients were used to seeing Emile with colorful marks all over his face. He explained that his soulmate worked with kids and almost everyone nodded knowingly. He did ask that if they ever saw an inappropriate drawing they let him know so he could check it right away.

Some days he would draw little cartoons for the kids to fill in. They loved that and he always sent them little hearts back when they did a good job (they always did a good job).

And most importantly, Remy was having a great time with his job and got to be home at nights, so they saw each other a lot more often. They both enjoyed that.

#tsshipmonth2020 #Soulmate September 2020 #writing on skin #cussing #remile #remy sleep #emile picani #larry and dot #elliott #homophobia #soulmate au

[for-emilia]

The Start Of Forever.

“Dele, get up! Mate, it’s your stuff and I’ve moved more of it than you have!” Emilia complains, emphasising her frustration by throwing a t-shirt at his head. She was currently sat on the floor surrounded by half of her boyfriend’s wardrobe spanning across the room, neatly folding the garments into their allocated boxes as Dele was ‘taping them up’. “I got up earlier this morning to pack than I would for training.. Let me rest, woman,” he half jokingly crumpled up the t-shirt and placed it under his head as a makeshift pillow. “I’ll leave you to do it on your own,” Emilia warns, raising her eyebrows to get her point across. “Noooo,” he whines, grabbing her ankle and dragging her across the floor accumulating clothes and a few squeals as she goes, “you’re staying right here with me.”

“Handsome, let’s just get through this then we can cuddle in the new house... in ourrrrr house,” Emilia ran her long nails through his hair, scratching his scalp and pulling slightly to highlight the word ‘our’. They left his clothes until last as it was the biggest pain in the arse to sort through but now they wish they did it first. Or at least Dele wished, which is how he was relegated to taping up and labelling boxes; Emilia was having all sorts of fun, imagining outfits she could style him in and getting ideas of which pieces she wanted to ‘borrow’ from him.

After another hour or so of packing away Dele’s wardrobe (and Dele being childish: seeing how many pieces of tape he could stick on his girlfriend before she swatted him on the chest and shouted his name, drawing doodles on the brown boxes etc), they finally sealed their last box and piled them up ready to take out. “Good teamwork,” Dele held his hand up for a high five, knowing for a fact his girlfriend would protest as she did all the work. “Ha ha, very funny,” she pushed him away, not expecting Dele to react quickly to grab her wrist and yank her along with him, surprising her with a kiss on the lips once she clattered into him.

“Cmon, let’s put them in the car,” Emilia spoke out, not fully wanting to do what she suggested and preferring the sound of standing and kissing Dele more. “How ‘bout you sit and look pretty in the car and I’ll do that? You sort out the tunes, pretty girl,” Dele replied, clocking onto the girl in his arms’ fatigue. He watched as she walked away towards the car, smiling warmly at the back of her. God, he couldn’t believe he was moving in with the love of his life. He’d always remember the night they made the decision. 

“Do you know where my fucking heels are?!” Emilia shouted, raking around the tiny duffel bag she brought in preparation for the weekend stay at her boyfriends. “Fuck this man, I think I left them at mine..” she sighs followed by an exasperated scream. “I’m sick of driving backwards and forwards in between places.. I’m not fucking going!” she protests, flopping down on the bed, hair, makeup and outfit already sorted, just missing her shoes and not wanting to take the option of her work shoes or fluffy slides to the club. 

“You’re bare dramatic, yknow,” Dele laughs as he rounds the doorway, “we’ll just get the taxi to stop off at yours on the way, I’ll cover the fare.” He pulled her up and took in her appearance, licking his bottom lip. ”Fuck Harry, man, why does he have to be home when you look like this? The things I wanna do to you,” he whispered into her ear, hand drifting south, “wish he’d just move out.” 

He pulled away from her to look her in the eyes before moving her hair to the side, kissing her neck slowly, gripping the other side tightly with his rings pressing shapes firmly into the skin. Dele felt her hand come up to his chest, leaning into the touch before he realised she was in fact pushing him away, immediately looking up to her face for signs of discomfort or upset, only to be faced with furrowed brows and a look of obvious question. “...What?” Dele questioned, worrying whether she’d asked him something and he’d accidentally ignored it, too busy thinking with the wrong head. “Are we being thick?” Emilia stood with her hand moving under the open buttons of his shirt, “should we just move in together?”

He let out a breathy laugh still looking at the girl of his dreams in the car in front of him, remembering how the pointless night out turned into one of celebration, how they spent the next day in bed looking through countless real estate websites for options, celebrating in a different way once they’d booked a viewing for the following week. 

“Enjoyed that, did ya?” Dele asked, plonking himself down in the driver's seat, sweaty and tired from transporting the heavy boxes and arranging them in the car, knowing fine well Emilia was watching and practically drooling at his biceps the whole time. Moving her face centimetres away from her boyfriends and raking her eyes over the sweaty glow on his face, she quietly whispered, “Too right, jefe,” before biting his bottom lip and pulling away. “Dickhead,” he mumbled back, taking a second longer to compose himself before they set off to the new house.

-

They pulled up onto their spacious new drive twenty minutes later. When they found this house online, they’d already viewed two previous ones and weren’t ecstatic about either but as soon as they pulled up outside for the very first time, they knew it was the one. A spacious entry way with plenty of room for their abhorrent amount of shoes, a massive kitchen with an island, a cinema room adorning a plush, comfy sofa they’d no doubt put to good use, a huge master bedroom with floor-to-ceiling windows backing onto acres of land that also belonged to them, 3 guest bedrooms all accompanied by an ensuite… the list went on. Even the driveway went underground, maximising the security as well as the high tech gates and private road. It was also a perfect distance from the hospital and residential home Emilia worked at and Enfield, only a 20 minute drive to work each morning for them both. It couldn’t be more perfect.

“Bienvenido a su casa, mi amor,” Emilia hollered out, receiving a celebratory ‘wooooo’ from her boyfriend as they drove down the ramp into the garage where Emilia’s car already resided. The engine turned off and so began their final trip of boxes into the house, piling them high in the foyer, “they can be dealt with tomorrow”. 

“Wait, bebe, keep your shoes on... come outside,” Dele gestured his head towards the big entrance door. He walked over to set his phone up on the edge of a few of the boxes still outside the house. “What the fuck are you doing, Del?” Emilia questioned before he squashed her and pulled her over into him, catching a candid photo of the two of  them, her bright eyes lighting up the photo as she giggled into his side with their new house behind them. 

He went and retrieved his phone off the boxes and showed her the photos, looking at their matching yellow and black joggers she forgot they were even wearing, completely unable to fight the warm feeling spreading through her chest as she looked at the capture of her own pure happiness and the unmistakable look of sheer love in Dele’s eyes gazing down at her. The joggers made up the photo. She had convinced him to wear them by claiming she’d already packed away all of his bottoms and since they’d just arrived in the post, it made most sense for him to just wear them rather than rooting around a box for a different pair. After protesting a few times once his girlfriend also put hers on, saying it looked like they were wearing a uniform and part of a moving company, he secretly loved it. 

-

Lying tangled together atop of the mattress on the floor, having successfully christened the house with a takeaway, a bottle of prosecco and a symphony of moans, Dele tore his eyes away from the sparkling sky that hung above them, visible from the enormous windows surrounding him, to grab his phone. With a quick glance down to see his girlfriend, best friend, housemate, still asleep on his chest, he opened up Instagram and selected two photos: the one of them laughing with the house behind and another one of them smiling and posing at the camera. He added the caption ‘Welcome to our new home 🏡 Got more room for our matching gear now 🤪’ and hit post, ready for the text from Eric calling him whipped. But when he was in his new home, with the love of his life in his arms about to begin the serious part of their life together, he couldn’t bring himself to care.

[choupichoups]

Press F (Instagram/College AU) Ch.7

Lucas swears he’s the absolute master of undetected stalking. Or: Eliott is instagram famous and Lucas is the disaster gay who accidentally likes his post.

He looks tired, is what Lucas first thinks, watching Eliott’s story over and over. He’s memorized Eliott’s words by now, talking about the new project he’s working on with Idris, explaining why he’s been missing for four days. It feels good to see him again, especially when Eliott had gone radio silent after their early morning conversation on Wednesday. But maybe it’d be better if Eliott just takes a nap for the day.

lucallemant Are you ok? 

srodulv Yes, why?

lucallemant  Did you get some sleep?

srodulv Is my little hedgehog worried about me? 

lucallemant Yeah

srodulv Fuck  Ok, yes, I’m a bit tired from staying up so much but I’m really ok Please don’t cancel our date

lucallemant What date

srodulv :( I made plans and everything

Lucas melts at that, fingers hovering over the phone screen. How dare Eliott be so cute? Lucas is out here just trying to look out for his well-being but he’s quickly learning that saying no to Eliott is an impossible feat. He’s made plans and everything.

lucallemant Well I guess if there’s already a plan… Okay :) I’ll see you later

srodulv Can’t wait

When Lucas gets out of class, Eliott’s waiting for him outside, just like he said he would be. He’s sitting on the ground by the walls, sipping on an iced coffee with one hand free to doodle all over the notebook on his lap. Lucas takes a moment to just look at him. 

Other people are looking too, probably wondering what Eliott’s doing sitting on the floor at the science faculty. 

“Hey,” he says once he’s covered the distance between them. Eliott looks up, signature grin on the ready. “Did you wait long?” 

Eliott makes a vague noise, waving his drink around. “Oh!” He picks up the cup from his other side, handing Lucas another one of his overpriced guilty pleasure hot chocolate. “For you.”

“Thank you,” Lucas says, begging his brain to come up with something else to say. The last thing he wants to do is enter some kind of speechless stupor now that he's got Eliott in front of him. “How did you know about this?”

“About what?” Eliott gets up, dusting his pants off as he picks up his discarded backpack. 

“Hot chocolate.” 

“Ah,” he trails off, eyes shifting from Lucas and down to the drink in his hand. “I have my own sources.” 

“You’re really coming for my stalker title, are you?”

“Nah, you still have it, Mr. I watch every instagram story of yours.” 

Lucas rolls his eyes, jogging a little to keep up with Eliott’s fast pace. “If I posted those as much as you did, you'd be watching mine too.” 

Eliott laughs, slowing his steps considerably. “Confident, are we?”

“Very.” Lucas takes a careful sip of his drink-- it’s pleasantly warm but no longer hot. Eliott’s been sitting there for a while then. “Where are you taking me, stalker?” 

The sun forms a golden glow around Eliott’s tousled hair, highlighting a mirage of colours in the strands. Lucas just manages to suppress a smitten sigh when Eliott smiles down at him-- he really hated that one poetry elective he’d taken in high school but he’d have no problem writing sonnets about Eliott if you ask him to. 

“Dinner and a movie.”

“Dinner and a movie?”

“Yes, a classic.” 

“When you said dinner and a movie, I thought the movie part would be fancier.” Lucas walks around the living room, absently prodding at the many books displayed on the shelves. 

“Why fancy?”

“Aren’t you supposed to impress me?”

“You’re already impressed.”

Lucas laughs, turning around to join Eliott by the television because, of course, he wants to watch something out of his film collection rather than pick out a movie from Netflix like every other normal person. “Confident, are we?” 

“I’ve got you in my place right now, don’t I?” Eliott says, smile crooked and unfairly attractive in the dim light. Lucas doesn’t have anything to say to that. 

“Okay, well.” He chuckles under his breath-- he really should be used to Eliott by now so why is he still so goddamn nervous? “What kind of movies do you like?” 

“Romance.”

“Romance,” Lucas repeats, raising an eyebrow. How very fitting of Eliott to have romance as his favourite genre. “Really?” He browses through the pile on the floor and randomly picks out the first thing that catches his eye. “Oh my god.”

“What?”

“Don’t tell me The Notebook is your favourite film of all time.” Lucas holds the case up, laughter gaining volume when Eliott takes a little too long to reply. “Fuck!”

“It is not.” 

“I don’t believe you.”

“It’s not!” Eliott snatches it off his hands. “The rain scene is iconic and Ryan Gosling was phenomenal in it, but it’s not.”

“So you’re a Ryan Gosling fan.”

“You know, I’m starting to think you’re judging me.” Eliott tucks The Notebook out of sight, searching vigorously through his DVD collection like he knows what he wants to watch now. 

Lucas puts his hands up, smiling. “Tell me more.” 

“He’s got good movies, okay?”

“Sure.”

“Ever seen La La Land?” 

“No.” Lucas watches him fondly, taking advantage of the fact that Eliott’s too busy with his rummaging to catch Lucas’ lovestruck gaze.

“You’re killing me. Seen Crazy, Stupid, Love?” 

“No.”

“Fuck. Yeah, we’re watching that.” Eliott grabs the title out of his pile before urging Lucas to sit on the couch while he sets up. Lucas sinks down into the cushions, utterly endeared by how excited Eliott seems at the prospect of watching this lame romcom (which he’s probably already seen multiple times) with Lucas. “Get ready to change your mind about romance films.”

“I have nothing against them.”

“Uh huh.”

“I’m just more of a super hero movie kind of person.”

“Of course you are.” Eliott laughs, sitting close to Lucas despite the gigantic space he’d left, having squished himself comfortably against one end of the couch. 

And okay, the movie’s maybe a little funny. It doesn’t bore him like he’s initially expected-- though that may be due to Eliott whispering a running commentary close to his ears, forcing Lucas to stay focused at all times so that he doesn’t do anything stupid. Like cuddle up into Eliott’s shoulder or something. 

They get to the scene where Hannah dramatically rushes out into the night to find Jacob in the bar. “Does he always have a rain scene in all his films or what?” He whispers after a moment, watching a startled Jacob lift a soaking wet Hannah in his arms while they kiss. 

“It’s technically not in the rain.”

“Same thing, though. They keep using the same trope.” 

“True.” Eliott shrugs. “It’s all about the romantic ambiance. The sky pouring down, this special person in your arms, you can have that moment over and over and it doesn’t get old. Oh, and Ryan Gosling looks perfect for kissing in the rain.”

Lucas leans his head against the back of the couch, eyes scrunching shut as he laughs. “Bullshit. What does that even mean?” 

“What, you don’t see it?” Eliott’s laughing as well, pointing at the screen. “You know who else looks perfect for kissing in the rain?”

His heart thuds a warning in his chest, Lucas ignores it. “Who?” 

“Me,” Eliott whispers, lifting his eyebrows in a quick movement. “I want my Ryan Gosling moment, Lucas.”

Lucas snorts, backing further into the cushions behind him and hugging one of the pillows close to his chest. “Watch the movie.” 

Eliott’s smiling as he retreats, returning his eyes to the screen. 

At the halfway point, Eliott’s commentary gradually slows to a still and Lucas assumes that Eliott must have gotten too sucked into the movie.

But then he feels a weight landing on his shoulder and he has to consciously keep his body still, fighting against the instinct to flinch. He doesn’t want Eliott to startle awake, feeling a bit giddy and proud of himself even though he has nothing to do with the fact that Eliott falls asleep without any prompting on Lucas’ end. 

He keeps his eyes set on the movie, still as can be, breathing somewhat uneven despite his best efforts. The movie reaches the end credits soon enough but Lucas stays put-- the remote is on the coffee table, impossible to reach without dislodging Eliott from his shoulder. 

Ever so carefully, Lucas turns his head and smiles down at the sight. Eliott looks like an angel like this-- not that he doesn’t look like one at any point in time but the whole angelic thing he has going on is highlighted with his eyes closed and his features lax in sleep. 

Lucas gently rests his cheek against the unruly nest of hair beside him, shimmying into a more comfortable position before letting the silence lull him into rest. Just half an hour, he thinks. A little bit of a nap never hurt anyone.

He wakes up comfortably warm, the kind of warmth you only achieve once in a blue moon, when you hit the jackpot with a perfect blanket burrito that’s somehow more superior than the mediocre blanket burritos from every other night. Lucas snuggles deeper into it, sighing in approval when the arms around him tighten in response.

Wait.

Blinking awake, Lucas blearily pushes off from the embrace, one hand anchored on the chest he’s just been sleeping on while the other tries its best to rub the sleep out of his eyes. 

“Stop doing that,” Eliott admonishes, voice soft. Lucas thinks there’s something playing on the television screen but the sound has been muted. 

“What?” Lucas asks, confused. 

Eliott’s fingers encircle his wrist and bring it down from where he’s still got it over his eyes. “Stop looking so cute, I’m too tired to control myself.”

And he’s too sleepy to deal with Eliott’s flirting. Lucas thunks his head right in the middle of Eliott’s chest, earning a surprised oof that would’ve made him laugh if he didn’t feel so damn groggy. 

“What time is it?” His voice is muffled into Eliott’s sweater but luckily, he doesn’t have to repeat himself. 

“21h.”

Lucas groans. He has to go home now. 

“I’ll take you home,” Eliott says, somehow reading his mind. 

“It’s okay, I can go back by myse--”

“I’ll take you home,” Eliott repeats firmly, shifting from under Lucas so they can both get ready to leave. 

They take turns refreshing themselves in the bathroom, both a lot more awake now, especially when a cold blast of wind hits them right when they get outside. It’s drizzling by the time Lucas points out his building, arguing that he could have gone home by himself so Eliott could have stayed home and continued with his sleep. 

Eliott shakes his head, grinning down at him. “You don’t get it, do you?”

“What?”

“You could live an hour away, and I’d still walk you home.” 

Lucas swallows, not asking why. He thinks he knows the answer but he’s afraid of what it’ll do to his poor little heart if Eliott confirms it with that unapologetic honesty he has. 

Eliott takes him all the way to his apartment door where they stand facing each other, neither wanting to be the first to leave. 

“I guess this is where we say goodnight,” Eliott says, eyes crinkling with his smile. “Did you have fun?”

“The movie could have been better,” he teases, smiling when Eliott places a hand on his chest, mouth opening as if offended. 

“Honestly, Lucas. When will you stop hurting me?”

Lucas smiles, holding back a laugh. His neighbours might already be sleeping. “Sorry.”

“Are you really?”

“Yes.”

“Prove it.” 

“I apologize sincerely,” he says, quoting his own words from Saturday. He tries not to think of what happened after he’d said those exact words last time and fails miserably. “Do you want to... uh...” He jerks his head in the general direction behind him, fiddling with the doorknob. 

Eliott huffs out a laugh. “No, it’s okay. I actually have an essay I gotta finish.” 

“Oh, okay.” Lucas hopes he doesn’t sound as disappointed as he feels. They literally just spent hours together at Eliott’s place. “Um, goodnight then.”

Eliott stops him from going inside and Lucas holds his breath as the other boy lifts a hand, fingers softly brushing away the strands of hair near Lucas’ eye. 

“Goodnight, Lucas.” He walks backwards, keeping his gaze on Lucas until he has to turn the corner for the elevators. 

Lucas doesn’t move for a while, listening for the echoing ring of the elevator opening and closing before shaking himself out of his daze. 

He steps inside his apartment, shutting the door with a soft click. It’s dark and quiet inside, meaning Yann still hasn’t come back from wherever he is. Lucas heaves out a sigh, leaning heavily against the door as he wills his heart to slow down. It’s been a little overdramatic for the whole day, being around Eliott and all— dramatic enough to have him worrying whether he’s about to experience a heart attack for every increase in its beating. 

The tree branches outside knock against the glass of their windows and Lucas draws closer to check on the weather. It’s pouring by now, prompting him to run around the room looking for the one umbrella he knows he and Yann have hidden somewhere.

“Fuck,” he mutters to himself, running back to the window to see if Eliott’s already made it outside. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.” He goes to his bedroom which he knows, for a fact, hides no elusive umbrella. He stands there in the middle, staring at the wall, breathing heavily. 

This is stupid. What is he doing? He doesn’t actually want the fucking umbrella. There’s something else he wants, he needs to do, like an itch under his skin, getting harder and harder to ignore. 

With renewed adrenaline stemming from out of nowhere, Lucas runs back out of the apartment, hopping down the stairs two at a time as he knows that the elevator takes way too long to come to his floor. 

Eliott’s barely crossed the street when Lucas spots him, shoulders hunched against the cold and hood up to cover against the rain. 

“Eliott!” Lucas calls out, shoes splashing against the wet pavement as he runs. “Eliott, wait!”

Eliott turns, looking genuinely surprised to see Lucas.  

“What are you doing?” Eliott asks once Lucas’s in hearing range, voice slightly raised to be heard over the pouring rain. 

Lucas shakes his head, hands trembling, looking up at Eliott despite the rain trying its damndest to pelt him into blindness. He squints against it, hoping for his shivers to go unnoticed. “I— I’m—”

“What?” Eliott steps closer, moving so he towers over Lucas enough to shield him from the outpour.

And fuck him. Fuck this boy for treating him so wonderfully. Effortless, like Lucas is his to take care of. “I’m apologizing.” 

He grabs the sides of Eliott’s hood and drags him down for a kiss. 

The press of their lips is no fireworks, no time standing still solely for the two of them-- no, it’s nothing like in the movies. It’s an inhale after submerging, an exhale after the first breath— freeing and vital. Only natural. 

Eliott’s hands come up to cup the back of his head, keeping him still as if afraid Lucas would pull away any time soon which, yeah, fat chance of that happening. His own hands slide down, gripping the soaked material of Eliott’s jacket, bringing him down, pulling him closer, more.

He feels those warm hands shift down, arms circling his waist in a tight grip before Eliott straightens up until he’s no longer bent over for the kiss. Lucas feels his feet leave the ground, but he doesn’t even care, opting to bury his hands inside the mess of Eliott’s hair, comfortably accessible from his elevated position. 

Lucas doesn’t make the connection until a while later, when Eliott’s just started to bite at Lucas’ lips, tongue a teasing presence in between, asking for permission that Lucas would have easily allowed if only he didn’t start laughing right at the same moment. 

Eliott groans, actually whining out an offended, “Lucas.”

“I’m sorry.” Lucas laughs, rearranging his arms to wrap around Eliott’s neck so he can squeeze him in a tight hug as he muffles his laughter into his own shoulder. “Sorry, sorry. It’s just… are you enjoying your Ryan Gosling moment?” He barely finishes his sentence before dissolving into wild laughter. 

He feels more than hears Eliott’s answering chuckles. “Stop making fun of my moment. It’s awesome.” 

“Sorry,” Lucas says again, still snickering even as their eyes meet for the first time since Lucas pulled him into the kiss. Stupidly enough, the eye contact flusters him more than anything and he breaks it, looking to the side as his fingers carefully trace the sides of Eliott’s face. “Stay with me tonight?” He asks, dropping his head a little so that their foreheads touch. 

Eliott only takes a second to respond, “Yeah.” Voice like a breath knocked out of his lungs. “Yeah, fuck that essay. I’m not going anywhere,” he says in a rush, angling up to catch Lucas’ lips in another searing kiss. 

Lucas smiles into it, lips parting to continue where they’d left off. 

#skam france #elu #elu insta au #fictag #i aint a single minute late this time #are u proud #pls show up in the tag thank u

[stellar-alley]

Spider Spaghetti

•Chapter 2•

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(Summary: Spider Man attempts to decipher a villains final words. He investigates his science teacher’s classroom and gets asked out to homecoming. )

Shout out to my Beta, go find her on Tumblr @scoobydoo-ghoulschool and on ao3 @ theblacklagoon  

Also, don’t forget to check out my Instagram Stellar.Cosplays if you want to see more of me and what goes on in my life!

~

The next day when Eddie approached the main doors of the high school his eyes caught on the massive sign that hung above the entrance. HOMECOMING! Beside it was a countdown, 5 DAYS LEFT. Eddie rolled his eyes so hard they almost stayed that way.

Such overrated bullshi-

“Eddie Spaghetti!” Richie called out from somewhere behind him.

“Dipshit!” Eddie shot back with a half smile.

Richie slid an arm over Eddie’s shoulders. “Oh, come on Spageds! Take it easy on me I had a hard night.” He kept his voice light and joyful but Eddie sensed some more serious undertones.

Eddie turned his head to look at Richie as they entered the school, “What happened?”

“So picture this,” Richie stuck his hand out and slowly moved it across the horizon. “I’m riding home, all is groovy, when this fucking massive breeze kicks in and BAM!” Richie jumped up, away from Eddie “I fell off my bike, scraped my knee, and busted my kickstand- not like I used it, but still!”

Eddie studied the way Richie carried himself, only now that Richie pointed out the fall and the scrape (That was hidden beneath Richie’s jeans) did he notice the smallest limp in Richie’s step. Not so much a limp but more of a hesitation before each step.

Eddie’s eyes went wide in shock before he went off on a tangent, “Holly shit are you alright? Can I see the scrape? How bad is the damage? Did you get any rocks in it? Wait Richie you disinfected it right? You still have the kit I left at your house and you know how bad infections can get especially when-”

Richie stopped in the middle of the hallway and held his hands up in defense, “Yes of course Dr. K! I fixed it up almost as good as you would have,” Richie slid into one of his voices.

Eddie couldn’t help but wonder who else was affected by Twister’s wind storms from the previous night.

~

Eddie was aimlessly doodling during his free period. He couldn’t shake the feeling that he was missing something. Someone from one of the neighboring tables in the cafeteria laughed way too loudly then someone in a cafeteria should be laughing. Of course, Eddie’s senses made it sound like the fucking joker’s laugh booming around his head. It snapped him out of his thoughts, brought him back to reality.

His eyes fell on the page he’d been doodling on. His eyes went wide at what exactly he’d been doodling.

GET CARTER/GET CARTER/GET CARTER/GET CARTER/GET CARTER/GET CARTER/GET CARTER/GET CARTER/GET CARTER/GET CARTER/GET CARTER/GET CARTER/GET CARTER/GET CARTER/GET CARTER/GET CARTER/GET CARTER/GET CARTER/GET CARTER/GET CARTER/GET CARTER/GET CARTER/GET CARTER/GET CARTER/GET CARTER/GET CARTER/GET CARTER/GET CARTER/GET CARTER/GET CARTER-

“What the-” His eyes scanned the page as he recalled Twister's last words.

Okay, I need to figure this shit out before it drives me all the way to fucking Shaw Shank.

Eddie anxiously ran his hand through his thick brown locks. He tugged on the end and let out a frustrated sigh.

First things first Eddie went over every Carter he knew, which wasn't a lot.

~Eddie’s notebook~

-Carter Anderson from Freese’s/ Works the cash/ Early 20s/ Pretty nice

-Bryce Carter/ senior/ jock/ Asshole, most the time/ Visibly homophic

- Justin Carter/ Science teacher/ Funny/ Easy marker/ late 20s

~

Math class second period Eddie conveniently sat beside Bryce. Most days he kept his head down and looked the other way whenever he glanced at him. Today was different. After their teacher stopped with the lesson and let them talk freely for the last 10 minutes of class. Eddie inhaled then turned to Bryce.

“You heard about the superheroes going all berserk lately?” Eddie tried to make his voice sound like he wanted to talk to Bryce.

“Duh, Everyone’s heard about it. ‘Some crazy shit going on,” Bryce looked Eddie up and down, surveying him.

“Kinda cool though, right? To have powers, but not to uh- explode” Eddie swallowed the lump in his throat.

“No shit wheezy,” Eddie had to refrain from rolling his eyes. “Everyone wants powers nowadays. It’d be so fucking dope.” He said as if he’d fantasised about it before.

“Yeah really cool, right?'' Eddie faked excitement. “What powers would you want?”.

“Super strength of fucking course, no doubt about it,” Bryce said confidently, he leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms over his chest.

“Yeah, that does seem pretty cool,” Eddie nodded in (fake) agreement. When Bryce finally lost interest in Eddie’s little talk session the hero turned his head a little and rolled his eyes.

~

Lunchtime rolled around and Eddie waited patiently behind the door of the boy’s bathroom that was conveniently placed across the hall from Mr. Carter's classroom. The first bell indicating the start of their lunch break had rung about 10 minutes ago. Carter had to leave his classroom within the next 5 minutes if he wanted to go grab some lunch at subway before he had to make it back in time for his shift in the cafeteria to watch the students and make sure they don’t create a rebellion and revolt against the teachers Footloose style (Ben has already thought about it). Eddie was very observant and he noticed these things so he picked up on others schedules.

Two minutes later Eddie heard the sound of Carter’s door creaking open and his teacher’s shoes squeak as they walked down the hallway and away from his classroom. Another two minutes later Eddie crept out of the boy’s room and towards the now empty classroom.

Eddie placed his hand on the doorknob, carefully turned it, then let out a breath of relief when it opened. Before he left homeroom he left a small amount of webbing in the lock’s mechanisms, which would stop the door from properly locking, allowing for Eddie to have an easy time getting into Mr. Carter’s class.

First things first he closed the door behind him and left one of his security camera spiders, her name was Charlotte . He checked his phone to make sure Charlotte was hooked up so he got a live stream of her footage on his phone. It’s good to have her just in case something happens. Eddie checked the door to make sure no one was watching before he continued his search.

Eddie went from desk to desk, even checking Mr. Carter’s desk. He was just about to give up when he reached down towards the final drawer that he still needed to check. He gave the handle a tug but the drawer didn’t budge. The rest of the drawers opened with ease, no locks, so this caused Eddie’s forehead to wrinkle in confusion.

Weird weird, weird. Eddie thought before he gave the drawer a quick superhuman tug, then it opened with ease. He smiled proudly at his work. The smile disappeared as fast as it appeared, at the bottom of the drawered laid a switch. It looked like a light switch, a perfectly normal light switch that sat ominously at the bottom of his possibly evil teacher’s drawer.

Eddie did the only logical thing to do, he flipped the switch. He wasn't sure what he thought would happen. So he was certainly surprised to watch as the tile under the desk opened up from underneath in an almost silent swoop. Eddie simply stared in shock. That sneaky bastard.

Spiderman wasted no time in waiting. He rapidly examined the trap door and noticed that it led down, down, on a ladder. Eddie hopped down, closed the trap door (just in case Carter returned), and began the descent into the unknown.

Eddie’s shock levels were already through the roof. And both of the supervillain deaths, discovering his favorite teacher has a supervillain layer and could very well be a supervillain himself were not helping.

His nerves only continued to skyrocket when he reached the bottom of the ladder. Looking around he saw a massive computer, multiple monitors all displaying various pieces of information. Eddie immediately noticed the two headshots of the deceased villains he recently fought that were displayed on one of the screens. On some of the other desks were various pieces of equipment, some looked like pieces from old super suits, others looked like sciency things.

What really caught his eye was the very suspicious container labeled HOMECOMING. It was big, black, and transparent, unable to see what was inside. He slowly approached the table it sat on, tugging on his spider gloves as he did so. Eddie wanted to make sure he didn’t get any finger prints on anything. He realized it was a bit too late as he already went down the ladder without gloves but it wouldn’t hurt to put them on now.

He approached the desk with caution in fear of disturbing anything that may alert Carter that Eddie had been snooping in his stuff. He reached his arms up towards the bin, pulling it towards him. He carefully popped the lid off.

A gasp subconsciously escaped his lips when he realized what he was looking at. The bin was nearly packed to the brim with little baggies that each contained one single black pill. Eddie swallowed them lump in his throat as he realized what Mr Carter had stashed away in his secret lair, drugs.

~

Before he left the secret lair Eddie snapped multiple photos of the drugs, bin, equipment, and all that was on the screens for further investigation when he wasn't literally in a villain's hideout.

Just as he was about to begin his climb up the ladder his phone buzzed silently inside his pocket. He fumbled to get it out with how his hands anxiously shook.

“Shit,” he mumbled when he saw the live footage of the classroom and how Mr. Carter was currently entering the classroom. Fuck.Fuck.Fuck.

I can’t just stay down here until he leaves- what if I’m in here all day and- wait is that the trap door opening? I’m so screwed.

Eddie thought as he realized Mr. Carter was indeed making his way down into his usually empty lair. Eddie quickly shot a web up towards the ceiling and leaped up and stuck his feet to the ceiling. He prayed Mr. Carter wasn't one to check for spiders above him.

He heard a deep sigh come from his science teacher as he dropped down the ladder and onto the concrete floor. “Fucking Carol. If she had told me she’d be able to take my shift beforehand, then maybe I could’ve had more time to finish up with my damn order,” He threw his hands into the air in frustration. Carol was the female science teacher who apparently was able to take Carter’s shift in the cafeteria.

He placed his hand over his face, pinching the bridge of his nose. “I don’t even know if I’ll be able to make enough in time for homecoming. Or if they’re even fucking ready yet- can’t have more villains exploding or else they’ll get suspicious,” he monologued.

Eddie suppressed a gasp from where he hung on the ceiling. Carter walked to the far side of the lab. Spiderman hesitated before reaching out with his hand and slowly began crawling over towards him in order to continue his eavesdropping.

Carter picked up one of the discarded clipboards off his desk and began examining the information on its papers. “If I want enough for the students at homecoming I’ve gotta pull at least 2 more all nighters.” He groaned in annoyance, “Cause I need at least 300 more pills.”

Oh, fuck, what’s this psycho planning?

“I need to do another test cause Twister was absolutely useless. I need to make sure this doesn't blow up in my face” he paused and reviewed the words he had just said. “Literally,” he laughed maniacally.

Before Eddie could listen in on any more of Mr. Carter's crazy ass plans, he stealthy crawled back towards the ladder and slithered his way up and out of the secret lair. He immediately fled the classroom in fear of being caught.

~

The final school bell literally couldn’t come fast enough. The moment he grabbed his stuff from his locker he burst out of the school like a bat out of hell, sprinting home. Eddie had approximately two hours and thirty minutes before his overprotective mother Sonia returned from her work. So he had about two hours to freak out before he would use those last thirty minutes as a time to collect himself and make sure he was ready for when his mother arrived.

“What the hell am I supposed to do!” Eddie paced around his room. “I’m just a friendly neighborhood spiderman. I’m not skilled enough to take down a fucking drug lord!” he exclaimed, flopping down onto his bed. “What did I get myself into…” Eddie’s voice drifted off as he yanked a blanket over his head as if that would hide him from the world and all his responsibilities.

After 20 minutes of muffled whining and complaining, Eddie finally dragged himself off of his bed to sit at his desk where he grabbed his spiderman notebook, which was filled to the brim with notes about villains, powers and tech . He began writing down Mr. Carter’s entire monologue in hopes that writing it down might help Eddie make more sense of what was happening.

“Is he trying to drug everyone at homecoming?” Eddie’s face scrunched up as he analyzed all the information he’s collected so far. “And what does Twister have to do with this?” He questioned.

Eddie has been continuously going back and forth between his written notes and the photos he took on his phone. With Twister’s name in his head, Eddie scrolled to the picture of the monitors that he had taken. He found the one screen that displayed Twister’s headshot and zoomed in on it. Under the headshot, it listed some general facts about the male, real name, age, race, and ethnicity. But the item that was displayed underneath caught his eye.

Super Drug Test: 5

Super Drug? Is this like some Xtreme Cocaine he’s dealing? God, Mr. Carter is really metal… Or maybe he means the other type of super? No, that can’t be. Why would he even want to do that? How would he even do that? Well, he is a fucking supervillain so they can do a lot of things- fuck I’m so screwed.

Eddie groaned, running a hand through his now fluffy hair. When he’s stressed he runs his hand through his hair, and he’s fairly stressed currently so his hair is pretty fluffy.

Then it dawned on him. “Shit- If he wants to drug everyone at homecoming, that means I’m gonna have to bust him at homecoming. So I need to go to fucking homecoming,” he sighed dramatically.

~

After dinner, and the usual interrogation about his day from his mother, Eddie sat at his desk and continued studying his notes on Carter and his plan.

“This makes no sens-” He was interrupted by the violent vibrations from his phone. “Who the fuck is calling me at this time of night” He grabbed it off his desk before his mother heard and complained. He stole a glance at his alarm clock by his bed, rolling his eyes when he noticed it was only 8 pm on a Thursday.

“Eddie Kaspbrak speaking,” he greeted with about the same enthusiasm as a 50-year-old man.

“Edwardo! Where is thy at this exact moment?” Richie asked in his old English accent.

“Wha- I’m at home why does it matter?” Eddie tried to push his annoyance down and keep his tone light.

He heard Richie let out a small, anxious laugh from the other side of the phone, “Uh- Eds we planned a study date tonight, remember?” He asked sheepishly. He sounded sad and nervous that Eddie forgot about their plans.

Eddie’s eyes shot open, darting to his calendar above his desk. He quickly found today’s date that had Study Date With Asshole circled with a big red sharpie. Fuck my life. Eddie mentally slapped himself.

“Shit- Richie I-I lost track of time.” He vigorously rubbed his forehead, “Can we still meet up? I’ll be there in literally 2 seconds,” Eddie said as he began pulling his jacket on and grabbing his bag.

“Nah Eds, i-it’s okay don’t worr-“

“No, no, I always worry and you know that. so just give me like 2 minutes alright babe?” Eddie was talking so fast, his mind was barely even focusing on the words that leaked out of his mouth.

Wait holy fuck did I just call him BABE? God, I have to keep this fricken crush under control-

Before Richie could get anything else in Eddie blurted, “Be there soon!” then hung up.

Yep. Fuck. My. Life.

~

After briefly lying to his mother about going to Bill’s to study, since she actually (Kinda) likes Bill, he fled his apartment and made his way up and onto the roof. From there he swung from his apartment to the coffee shop a couple of blocks away. He and Richie dubbed it as ‘theirs’ as they spend a lot of their free time together when they aren’t with the Losers. When the Lucky Seven are all together they usually go to the coffee shop Stan works at which is 2 blocks in the opposite direction of the one Eddie and Richie usually go to.

He landed on the roof of the coffee shop, quickly checked himself to make sure he looked presentable then hopped down into the alleyway behind the shop. He gave a quick glance to his watch and saw it was 8:08 pm, not too bad. He nodded with a little pride before he opened the door, immediately assaulted by the smell of sweets and coffee beans.

He scanned the room and found Richie almost instantly. He smiled as he made his way over to the dark curly haired teen.

Eddie took a step towards the table and immediately started rambling “Richie fuck I’m so sorry-”.

“So I’m ‘babe’ now?” He smirked up at Eddie with his arms crossed over his chest.

“Wha- God Riche” Eddie chuckled nervously, “My mind w-was somewhere else, this book I was reading, then I was talking to you a-and I got all mixed up,” he stuttered under pressure. “Sorry?” He scrunched his eyebrows up apologetically.

“I’m pulling your leg,” Richie’s smile softened, “Take a seat Spaghetti man!” he encouraged as he kicked the chair away from the table for Eddie to sit on.

Eddie briefly glanced away, as if he needed to check the chair he was sitting on to hide his blush. From there he grabbed his main binder from his bag and he two began studying together. They had a test in French in a week and both of them were struggling with it (Eddie a little more than Richie), so they decided that the more practice the better.

After about half an hour of actual studying, Richie released an over dramatic sigh, flopping back into his chair, letting his arms drape behind him. “I feel like my mind is gonna explode,” he groaned.

“Oh Rich, you’re such a drama queen” Eddie mumbled sweetly, slowly shaking his head. “I’m gonna get a drink, do you want anything?” He offered.

Richie’s head immediately snapped up at the offer of anything edible. “You know it Spaghetti man. Just uh- get me my usual and the most chocolate-filled pastry they have,” Richie requested.

Eddie nodded and then he was off, towards the main display/cash. He surveyed the available options, brownies, cupcakes, cannoli, mille-feuille, and- “Cookies!’ Eddie happily whispered under his breath with wide eyes, filled with excitement. They weren’t just any cookies tho, they were chocolate chunk cookies. Richie’s gonna love it. He smiled proudly as he placed their order.

“Here is your crack cocaine equivalent, and your diabetes cookie,” Eddie said jokingly while he placed the contents on Richie’s opened notebooks. It’s not like he was using them. When Eddie approached the table, Richie put down his phone which he had just been scrolling on. He tilted his head up to send up a small smile as Eddie came near.

Richie leaned forward and sipped his warm drink that was loaded with seven shots of espresso. “So, Eds, now that we’re babes-“ He stopped to smile at the wave of (fake) annoyance that passed over Eddie’s face, “-Do you wanna go to homecoming with me?”.

When Eddie had taken his seat again he pushed his cup off to the side and began flipping through his notes, he only stopped momentarily to shoot Richie a fake glare of annoyance at the ‘babe’ comment. He was so busy being fake annoyed and absently flipping through his notes he barley caught what Richie said about homecoming. So he just nodded, smiled warmly, and said “Yeah, sure! That’d be great,” he smiled.

“Wait really? holly shit- That’s amazing,” Richie’s face visibly blushed as he glanced lovingly at Eddie.

That’s when it dawned on the superhero what had just happened.

Holly shit, Richie just asked me out…

~

The rest of their study… ‘date’ went well, Eddie laughed a little too hard at Richie’s jokes and Richie didn’t poke at Eddie as much as usual. Which made his jokes seem a lot funnier.

Just in general the mood seemed a lot lighter. Eddie caught Richie glancing at him more than once which left both of their ears burning. Maybe accidentally calling him babe, wasn’t such a bad thing after all.

After when Eddie walked Richie home, determined to not have it the other way around as Eddie knew it’d take Richie a lot longer to walk home then it’d take himself. Since, ya know, Eddie could swing home when Richie had to walk.

That night Eddie laid awake with Richie’s playlist booming through his headphones and smiled.

Maybe Homecoming won’t be so bad.

~

The next morning at school Eddie yawned, his eyes watered as he tried to open his lock. Which hasn’t really been a problem since his whole superpower thing became reality.

Eddie turned around just in time to cause a surprised look to wash over Richie’s face. He paused then greeted “Goodmorning Spagheds” Richie cooed from behind him.

Eddie gave up on complaining about Richie’s crazy nicknames and has just begun embracing the love language. “Hey Richie,” Eddie smiled warmly at the taller boy.

Richie spoke in an old English accent, “And how is my babe, doing on this fine morn’?”

“Tired,” Eddie shrugged, turning back to his locker to retrieve the stuff he needed. He had stayed up a little longer after he got home, busy listening to police scanners, then stayed up even later thinking about how his crush actually asked him out.

Richie smirked and Eddie instantly regretted it, predicting that “What did your mom and I keep you up while we made lov-”

Eddie barked out a laugh, “Shut your Trashmouth!” He exclaimed, playfully slapping Richie’s shoulder. Richie laughed too.

“Anyways,” Richie tried to calm himself down from laughing, “Would you wanna go study at Liberty? Get some time away from home and be with yours truly” He wiggled his eyebrows at Eddie. Liberty was the biggest library in the city, the one that was conveniently just a couple of blocks away. It was older but like a vintage older. So Richie loved it, it was the only library Richie ever voluntarily went to. So that’s where they usually went to study if they weren’t already at the coffee shop.

Eddie rolled his eyes then sighed, “I wish I could but I don’t think my mom would want me out two nights in the row I’m sor-”

Richie waved his hand, “Don’t even think about apologizing, this is not your fault, you know that right?” He shot Eddie a look. One that was rare, but he recognized it. Eddie knew it meant Richie understood and that he was there, now, and whenever he needed it.

With that, Eddie closed his locker, “Can we head to class now?”.

Richie nodded, “We shall!” He declared as he wrapped an arm around Eddie’s shoulders and the two began walking together to class.

~

Eddie was almost asleep. That’s the keyword, almost. He was in that dark state where you’re going in between the inevitability of sleep and the tired mind of being awake.

That’s the moment when a high pitched voice erupted out of Eddie’s bedside radio. Which was made to be a normal alarm clock radio, but Spiderman rigged it to also pick up the local police radio station.

“Station 44 this is Jackson reporting a fire at Liberty Library. I repeat, there’s a-.

“Fire at Liberty,” Eddie gasped, he jackknifed into a sitting position. He listened for the important details while he fished his suit out from under his bed and slid it on.

He didn’t stay any longer than he needed to. His suit was barely zipped up and he was already out the window and on the roof.

Liberty- That’s where Richie is- there’s a fire and Richie is there

Eddie could barely wrap his mind around the fact that Richie might be in danger. Just the thought of him being in harm’s way made his heart feel like it stopped, his stomach was twisted into a knot and his palms were sweating in his suit.

“I’m coming Rich- Just please, hold on…” Eddie whispered as his eyes began to heat up, on the verge of tears.

~

Spiderman swung down from the dark sky above, landing on the ground before the burning building. He quickly surveyed his surroundings. The police, firemen, the fire. “How bad is it?” He asked the nearest cop,

“Uh so far it’s only the first floor, there’s still civilians on the high floors tho-“.

“Thanks!’ Eddie shouted as he had already shot a web and swung up towards the nearest window.

With the momentum he built, swinging up to the window the glass broke on impact. He was on the forth flood, the highest floor of the library. The one with the corner Richie always hides out in.

The first thing Eddie noticed was that the fire alarms were not blaring as they should be. Also, the fumes had not reached that floor yet, so if someone hadn’t already heard the sirens then maybe, just maybe they wouldn’t have noticed the fucking fire. Or maybe if you play your music so fucking loud you wouldn’t even notice if the building was burning.

He ran like the wind, past bookshelves, and carts, right up to the corner where he found Richie Tozier, big black headphones and all. Before Eddie even reached Richie he shot a hand out, shooting a web that smacked the headphones right off the teen’s head.

Richie jumped off his seat, surprised “What the-?”

“Get up, there’s a fire,” Spiderman got straight to the point.

“W-What? Spiderman?” His face was filled with confusion and worry, “What’s going on?”.

“Richie we need to go-” but before Eddie could finish his sentence one of the doors closest to them burst open, heat spilling out and onto the fourth floor.

A being emerged from the doorway, “Spiderman, glad you could join the party!”

“Get out,” Eddie hissed at Richie as he took a protective step in front of him.

The being in the doorway wore an all-leather suit, almost like a biker. Well actually pretty similar to a bike cause his helmet looks like the one of a motorcyclist. Slowly they raised a hand into the air, Eddie noticed that it held some sort of small device. A speaker.

Suddenly another voice began speaking from the speaker. It was distorted, obviously using some sort of cover to keep their identity hidden.

“Spiderman I figured you’d be here. Afterall I did find your little spider-cam in my lab today”

Shit I forgot to grab Charlotte the camera from the classroom.

“you’ve been lucky- killed two of my new creations already hm?” The deep voice made Eddie’s heart drop.

The mysterious villain chuckled the speaker, then his tone turned dark, “But not this time,” he paused. “Finally, I have perfected the formula. So I will not be stopped, by you, or anyone,” his voice drifted off as the speaker cut out.

“You know I always wanted powers,” The villain started, their voice female. The biker villain tossed the speaker into the flames that were slowly inching their way up the staircase. “And it’s so unfair, you know? I’ve been through so much fucking shit, so I think I deserve a little something in return,” she growled. “But finally I’m getting what I deserve,” she clenched a fist and the flames roared from behind her.

Eddie quickly glanced behind him and found Richie was still behind him, frozen. He didn’t move, most likely in shock. “Get out!” Spiderman demanded but the human was only able to shake his head slowly.

“I-I can’t,” he choked out.

The villain scoffed, “Well boys this was fun but you’ve got about 2 minutes before this place blows so-” She raised a hand and did a little wave, the flames rising out of the stairwell and spilling onto the fourth floor under the command.

“Arrivederci,” they didn’t have to see her face to know she was smirking behind her helmet.

Now or Never

Spiderman thought before he stuck both hands out and shot off his webs. The first one he released shot out, hit the door and with the pressure behind it, the door slammed shut, momentarily halting the flames.

The other web shot towards Biker, but she was faster. With a wave of her hand, the web caught on flames and fell to the floor in a heap of crispy web fluid. Spiderman’s eyes went wide, so without missing a beat he began shooting rapid-fire small webs at her. How fast can she really be?

She was ready for the attack, immediately jumping into action and snapping her hands to either side, prepared to burn any oncoming webs. With each shot, she moved her hands to shoot down the webs with her flames. The flames reflected off of her helmet making it look like she had a fire inside of there.

Eddie kept one hand shooting at her, trying to aim for her legs or head, but she was faster than that. The other hand though, Eddie pointed it at the door and began shooting webs around the frame and the cracks, as if he wanted to glue it shut with his webs.

Biker caught on quickly to what Spiderman was doing, “Trying to stop the inevitable huh? Well, two can play at that game”. With that, she raised both of her hands up above her head, into the air.

Eddie could feel the temperature of the floor increase as did the flames behind the door. He could literally see the fumes seeping through the webs on the door.

Spiderman straightened his posture, tried to make himself look bigger as he took a step forward. “That all you got you hot head?” he raised his voice in an attempt to get a rise out of her.

She took a small step back, perfectly aligned with the door. “This? This is nothing! I can do so much… more,” her voice sounded sinister as she clenched her fists and without missing a beat the webs snapped off the door, and the door itself blew off the hinges. It flew forward and smashed into her, the flames exploded out onto the fourth floor.

Eddie jumped backward, “We need to go, now” his voice was urgent as he stuck his hand out, wrapping a protective arm around his waist. “Hold on tight alright Rich?” Eddie instructed as he shot a web towards the nearest window. The glass broke as Eddie ran with Richie in his arm towards the window. At the very last second, he tightened his grip on Richie’s hip and leaped out the window. He shot off a web and the two began swinging away just as the fire grew bigger behind them. Various windows blew out behind them, flames flying up the building.

Richie didn’t speak, he didn’t even look, the moment Spiderman jumped out that window with him he squeezed his eyes shut and buried his face into the hero's shoulder. For a split second, he braced himself for the inevitable, death. His heart started beating again once he felt them stop falling and start gliding? He wasn’t too sure cause he did have his eyes closed after all.

“Okay kid you can open your eyes now,” Spiderman nearly chuckled as Richie’s eyes slowly fluttered open. His feet were planted firmly on the roof of some building a block or so away from Liberty.

“A-Are you okay?” The hero’s voice shook anxiously as Richie wasn’t responding.

Spiderman reached a hand out towards Richie but the human shrunk away. “I-uh,” he murmured before he stumbled over to the edge of the building. He put his hands out on the edge of the guard rail and puked up his lunch, all over downtown New York.

When he had emptied his stomach, Richie fumbled away from the rail, bent his knees, and plopped down on the roof. He leaned his head back against the rail, wiped his mouth with the edge of his sweater’s sleeve then let out a deep breath he knew very well that he was holding in.

“Holy shit,” Richie sighed, his eyes finally coming back into focus.

Eddie watched as Richie’s stance relaxed. Slowly he stepped towards him and slid down beside him.

“So you’re okay?” He asked the human.

Richie kept his eyes on the sky, the star above and the moon that shined above, “Nope,” he popped the P, “But I’ll be okay…” His voice drifted off. Richie’s head lulled to the side to look at Spiderman who sat beside him.

“I’m sorry that happened to you,” Spiderman apologized.

“S’not your fault Spidey,” Richie’s lips turned into a small smile.

Eddie was about to respond when a message popped up on the screen inside his suit in front of his eyes.

Ma: Eddie why’s your door locked? Why aren’t you answering me?

Before Eddie left his room he locked the door to his room and told his mom he was going to bed early.

Holly fuck if she opens my door and finds out I’m not there I’m gonna be so fucking screwed. Eddie raised his hand up, he would’ve run his hand through his hair but he forgot he had his suit on him instead he just awkwardly scratched his head. I need to get home ASAP.

“Look Ri-” Shit I need to stop calling him by his real name. “Dude I’ve gotta go I’m sorry-”

“Stop apologizing and just go, I’m okay,” Richie sighed and waved his hand at the hero.

“Okay… Catch you later,” Eddie tried to not sound as sad as he really was. Before he could spill anything else out he shot a web out and jumped off the roof, swinging back to his apartment.

The moment he swung into his room through his window he ripped his mask off and tossed his robe on, just in time- “Eddie Bear what’s all this-?” Sonia Kaspbrak barged into the room, spare key in hand. “What on earth are you doing in your robe at this time of night?” She asked in shock.

“Mom! Hey I-I took a shower then fell asleep in my robe, sorry ma I really didn’t mean to worry you” Eddie broke out his iconic doe eyes. His mom could manipulate people really well, and the apple doesn’t fall too far from the tree.

“Oh- erm, I guess that’s alright” She grimaced only slightly, which was a good sign. “I know you like to go to bed clean” She waved her hand as if to dismiss his actions. “Well it’s very late , go to bed Eddie bear,” She instructed. Before Sonia left her son’s room she stepped up towards him, leaned down, and planted a kiss on his forehead (Which he wiped away once she closed his door).

Eddie let out a sigh as he fell backward onto his bed. His entire body ached and he was overheating because he was in a burning building.

“So if Carter’s drug is giving these villains their powers…” Eddie recalled the massive amount of drugs labeled “homecoming”. “He’ll have enough people to create an entire army…”

Word Count: 6022

Chapter two, BAM, DONE! I hope you guys enjoyed and get ready as chapter 3, the final chapter, will be out next monday! I know this fan fic was short but trust me it has a killer ending.

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Hello! This Elu fic is the English version of the one I posted a couple of days ago in Italian. Shout out to my friends Alex, who picked the prompts for me, and Marla, who proof read the English version. Hope you like it! <3

Prompts:

5. “I can't sleep, can I sleep here?”

13. “Are you cold?”

93. “You make me feel safe”

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Lucas’ head was still spinning from the party at Emma’s. Not that he had drunk that much, but - at some point of the night - the house got so crowded that the boy could barely breathe. The air smelled like smoke and sweat, which didn’t help at all. And then there were some chicks of the first year who kept staring at him with lust in their eyes, making him feel even more uncomfortable. For the entire time, Lucas had wished for anything but his boyfriend to be there with him, but instead Eliott stayed home with a possible depressive episode incoming. So he had kept drinking, dancing, laughing with his friends and just not caring in general until he couldn’t take it any longer.

The bus ride back home, luckily, was long enough to let him collect himself. So at least the feeling of suffocation vanished by the time he arrived at his stop.

Once he got there, Lucas dragged himself to the door of his shared flat and looked for the keys in the pocket of his blue jacket. As soon as he managed to unlock it with a creak, he saw the living room and the kitchen sunk into total darkness. Lisa was surely sleeping, while Mika... Who knows. Mika could’ve been to bed as well, as much as he could’ve been at some party or he could’ve been having fun at someone else’s place. Anyway, Lucas put his jacket and his scarf in the closet at the entrance, trying to make as little noise as possible. Last time he woke Lisa up in the middle of the night by accident, he found a giant penis drawn on his cheek with a permanent marker. The girl could become highly vengeful if anyone dared to deprive her of her precious hours of sleep. He didn’t want to bother her again, thank you very much.

He went through the flat on his tiptoes, and as he got in front of his room, he noticed a dim light coming from inside. Weird: he didn’t remember leaving a lamp on unless one of his flatmates didn’t stick their nose in his bedroom and forgot to turn it off. He slowly opened the door and his heart started racing at the sight of the person occupying the room. He didn’t expect a visit at all. Not at such an hour, at least. However, he was so glad that he was there.

On his bed, Eliott was sitting with his legs crossed. He held a pencil in his right hand and a notebook was lying in his lap. Lucas knew pretty well what that meant: Eliott used his doodles as a way to communicate or express his emotions, especially when his head was too messed up to understand his own feelings. And judging by the way he drew hectic strokes on the paper, too many thoughts were clouding his mind in that moment. He seemed so lost in his work (and in himself) that it took him a while to realize he wasn’t alone anymore. From that distance, Eliott’s eyes looked like black pools, the shadows were sharpening his features so much that he appeared scrawnier than he actually is. It wasn’t the first time that Lucas saw him so dull, run down and lifeless. Nonetheless, he knew he would never get used to seeing him like that, neither to the feeling of powerlessness facing similar situations. Like it or not, he preferred having him around way more than not being with him at all and not knowing how he was doing.

The older one forced a tired little smile and broke the silence. “I can’t sleep, can I sleep here?”

Lucas felt a wave of heat spreading in his chest. Maybe this time his illness would’ve been mild to him. Maybe he was just sad and he was looking for support. Maybe this state of mind of his wouldn’t last long. Maybe, maybe, maybe... Enough. Did that really matter? For one reason or another, his boyfriend wasn’t feeling well and it was his job to make him smile again. He sat on the bed next to him, taking his free hand. The rings he wore on his long fingers created a sharp contrast with his soft and warm skin.

“Of course you can,” he answered in a whisper and kissed him on the forehead. “I’m gonna take a quick shower and I’ll be right back, okay?”

.

Five minutes later, when he got back in his room, Lucas found Eliott lying under the covers. The notebook and the pencil were forgotten at the foot of the bed, so the blonde boy gathered them and placed them on his desk. He glanced at the drawing for a couple of seconds: it was a raccoon (Eliott’s “spirit animal”) running from a dark cloud. Lucas felt a lump forming in his throat, so he swallowed and dismissed any bad thought that was taking form in his head. He had to be strong for Eliott, at that moment. He couldn’t afford to show how worried he actually was, otherwise the situation could get worse. Maybe if he told him about how Basile embarrassed himself earlier, he could’ve distracted him for a while. Or he could show him the video of Arthur and Alexia that he posted on Instagram. And what if he proposed to watch a movie together? Maybe he didn’t want to listen to his stories about the party. Lucas shook his head and decided to simply lay down next to his boyfriend. He lifted the covers as much as he needed to slide under, face to face with the older one. Eliott’s gaze was lost into the empty but, as soon as Lucas’ hand reached his face, he slowly managed to focus on him.

“Is there anything I can do?” Lucas asked cautiously, stroking his cheek with his thumb. Eliott didn’t say a word, but the boy noticed him slightly shivering under his touch. “Are you cold?”

This time he didn’t even dare to speak, but nodded. Lucas felt the hem of his shirt being pulled and it made him smile, because he understood what his boyfriend needed. So he adjusted himself better on the pillows to wrap Eliott in a hug. He was aware of the fact that his body wasn’t big enough to entirely shield him, but it didn’t matter. Lucas let one of his hands slide into the other’s messy hair and he sensed Eliott’s mouth curving a little onto his neck in a tiny smile. They stayed like that in silence for a long time, just listening to each other’s breaths. Lucas loved contemplating his boyfriend while he was asleep: if angels were real, Eliott would be one of them, he was sure of it. He had the hood of his sweater lowered on his head, which made him look even smaller and cuter, the skin on his face was relaxed, the lips slightly parted and his hands were still weakly clenching his clothes. He knew it was scientifically proved that human hearts couldn’t get bigger, yet he still felt like that, like his love for that boy kept growing to the point that his heart had to expand just to make room for that emotion. Every now and then, he left some kisses on his head or forehead, while Eliott kept snuggling even further against Lucas. The exhaustion that was weighing on him a couple of hours earlier had been replaced with the urge to stay awake to cuddle his boyfriend, to kiss him, protect him, reassure him. He would’ve kept an eye on him even if he were about to die. It would’ve been worth it just to see one of those beautiful smiles of his that he loved so dearly or to hear once again that laugh that turned his entire body into pure jelly.

“Lucas?” Eliott’s hoarse voice came out in a whisper, which became even less audible because of his face buried in the crook of the younger boy’s neck. Lucas, in return, kissed him on his temple. “Yeah?”

“Thank you.”

And, little by little, the two of them slipped into a quiet slumber.

.

“How is he doing?” Lucas huffed at Yann’s question. It’s been two days since Eliott crashed at his place without a warning, in the middle of the night. The boy seemed to have no interest in going back home, so he had to call his parents to tell them he was at the coloc and that he'd taken care of him. He never met Eliott’s parents but since they got together and Lucille decided to move on, he’s been the only one they could count on to keep an eye on their son. “Not good. But he’s been worse. He’s gonna be okay.”

“Of course he’s gonna be okay!” Basile chimed in, waving around his fork full of pasta with tomato sauce. “We’re talking about Eliott, guys. Also, you said he just looked tired, didn’t you? It’s gonna be over soon, trust me.”

Arthur, who was sitting next to him, moved some inches away from his friend. “We got it, but try not to throw pasta around the canteen, alright?”

Yann and Lucas burst into a loud laugh as the latter felt his phone vibrating into the pocket of his jacket. When he reached for it, his fingers caught also a piece of paper he didn’t remember to have. Luckily, the boys were too busy talking about the way Basile ate to notice the foolish smile that was blooming on his lips while reading the note.

It was a notebook page. At the top, there was the same doodle he saw Eliott drawing the night he surprised him in his room, but under it there were two new sketches. The first one represented a brave hedgehog who was standing in front of the cloud, attempting to protect the poor scared raccoon with fierceness. In the other one, there were simply pictured the two little animals hugging tight, along with a sentence that brought Lucas to wipe his teary eyes.

“You make me feel safe.”

#skam france #eliott demaury #lucas lallemant #elu fic #elu fanfic #elu #skam elu

[boymeetsweevil]

bts as boyfriends

a/n: tbh this was basically a list of things i just had swirling around in my head and its basically a continuation of my moments w/ bts and sleepovers w/ bts

Kim Seokjin

Squishes your cheeks together in his big ol’ hands because he can and because he thinks you look cute that way

Is highkey a fan of having matching stuff, but not full-blown couple outfits

thats where he draws the line >:|

Created a separate instagram account just to document the meals you guys have together on your date nights

Dumb (but cute) snapchats of him doing that fast yelling thing he does but he just tells you how much he misses you rly aggressively

also spams you with selfies and videos from other members’ accounts

Pets names hmmm

prefers to call you Doll 

yeobo seems too serious (its what his parents call each other)

Sweetie/Honey makes him feel like an old woman

On your one year anniversary he gave you a 5000 dollar watch but presented it in a box wrapped in printer paper that had his face printed all over it that he made in Microsoft word with some of the editing crew’s help

all of his gifts get wrapped this way 

Jin Is scary serious when you take a selfie together

“Babe, this isn’t the angle--quick lets move over here so we can still catch the light” ***proceeds to sprint ahead of you to some random spot where the lighting is optimal and hurry u over like “ >:( cmon the sun is setting” ***

Is not your typical PDA type, will do weird things just to embarrass you

puts his hand in your back pocket while you’re in the starbucks line and smiles when you give him incredulous side eye

rests his phone on your head to mock you for being shorter than him

Links arms with you like old lady gal pals while you’re walking because he knows you HATE IT

fake moans when you swat his arm for being weird and embarrassing

you shushing him and ending up just glaring because he has no shame and there’s an old man glaring at u on the subway

You can bet he tests out recipes on you!

some of ur most romantic nights have been when you come over just casually but the whole house smells like food he’s been tweaking

you sit at a stool by the kitchen island and he comes by with like 8 different sauces you need to try and noodles to test for texture

He is the type of boyfriend that thinks its funny to gross you out

he eats food the fell on the floor just to piss you off

will kiss u while he’s chewing gum :(

touches u with his bare feet  :((((((

Min Yoongi

Is less bold but NEVER lacking with his affection

Likes to take walks in any weather

E.g. Loves when its rainy because then you have to huddle close because he INSIsts on sharing an umbrella

E.g. Will even walk in the winter/end of fall because he likes to share mittens and scarves - this is the closest thing to cheesy you will ever get with him

Isn’t the type to send selfies

if he does, its just of his shoes of the day with an ironic caption like “rate my fit and i’ll follow back” 

Readily accepts all of your selfies, though

Upgraded his phone 2x just so he could have the extra storage to save all your photos

a lot of them are blackmail worthy, which is the reason for saving them half the time

Yoongi Is a champ when you get drunk

will hold your hair back

lets you spit your gum out into his bare fucking hand before u hurl and will not flinch 

rejects all of your lewd propositions, but may record you and play back your whiny drunk voice the next morning to make you reconsider taking shots next time (PS u dont ever reconsider)

he likes home dates too, obvi

usually you schedule naps at his place because everything about his bedroom is better than yours

mattress is huge and the perfect firmness

sheets are higher thread-count 

can sleep with his hand up your shirt all he wants because he doesn’t have any roommates at his own place

pillows are always cool to the touch BUT

he might schedule dates at your place if he’s been away and just wants to bury himself in your smell. Speaking of...

...Yoongo is a smeller

he is always smelling you, loves how you smell

He smells your hair while zoning out waiting for his americano to come out when ur at a cafe

He’ll wrap himself around you from behind and sniff your neck idly while he plays candy crush on your belly while u try to cook dinner

Nicknames vary on his mood/your behavior

brat - for when you’re being a brat duh

kid - default, all purpose and a little mocking

your last name when he’s feeling rowdy

your first name when he’s emotional

Jung Hoseok

Hobi always runs full force at u when he sees you even if you’ve been in each other’s faces all week

Whenever he’s bored and you’re nearby he’ll moonwalk around you

You love to watch him practice but you also hate it because if you make eye contact he’ll come over and try to pull you in to teach you

He’s tried to teach you to dance dozens of times and you never get any of his choreo

usually it ends in him maneuvering you into a slow 2 step

which then always becomes a tiny makeout session

but honestly so many other random activities you do together turn into makeout sessions because tbh hob is a bit of a greaseball

this means that half the time you’re ignoring him pawing at u and making cheesy jokes during inopportune times 

the other half of the time ur dragging him by the collar and looking for an empty room to take him into because u dig him and his cheesy horndog antics

He’s also lowkey highkey a dudebro

crowds you because he wants to chest bump and ur like “-.- again?”

kept trying to get your secret couple greeting to be that little surfer hand thingie he does with tae sometimes and u said no because neither of u are 8 anymore

likes spontaneous dates, so usually you’ll text him wyd and if he’s free he’ll just answer ‘coming to get u now’ and then you sigh and slip on your shoes and wonder when you’ll be able to have a date where its not 10:30 at night and you’re not wearing sweats and ur not going out just to go eat some chicken by the Han

You utilize all your privileges that you have dating him to visit Mickey

any time there is a break in the guys’ scheduling you say you want to visit mickey

He lowkey hates those days because you just lie on the floor next to mickey and eat the snacks his mom puts out and COMPLETELY ignore him

u and his sister take turns petting mickey and telling embarrassing stories about hob while he sulks in the corner

he gets revenge by taking 20 pics of ur back and doodling horns on ur head and spamming u with them

Probably would call you a bunch of weird things as a pet name

ducky, peaches, cutie, hotpot, captain etc.

sometimes calls you sweet thang but only when its after dark and he’s trying to make moves

Hobi is the type to always want idle touch but its not exclusively sexy u kno?

if you’re watching tv together he’ll have an arm slung over you

if you’re out to dinner, he gravitates towards booths so he can press his shoulder against yours

if you’re chilling in bed you HAVE to be rubbing his arm or else he’ll give you the most ridiculous pout [its so cute tho :’C ]

Thinks you’re the funniest person alive, is always laughing at stuff you said whether if was supposed to be a joke or not

which means he does that deep hiccuping giggle all the time and you just :’))))))

He’s so patient and let’s you test out all your new skin care products on him because he likes having your hands on his face and the way you talk softly half to him, half to yourself while you talk about what you’re doing

maybe its ASMR lmao

Kim Namjoon

The first thought you had after you started dating was that you could touch his dimples any time you wanted

so naturally you do

he has long since gotten used to you just touching them while he’s driving, reading, listening to music, just existing

the first time you did it he was just talking to you about something and when he felt your finger nudge his dimple 

Joon: “I feel like if we visited in the spring we could go frog catching and maybe then we could-----*you jam your finger into his dimple*

You: and? what were you saying?

Joon: uhhhh I forgot :0

a fan of couple outfits but not in the same sense Jin. its more like he likes to plan your outfits

he gets really excited when he thinks of something you would look good in and always gets really bashful right before he shows it to you because he wants you to like it

he has great taste and is very observant of u and ur style so there has never been a time where he has planned an outfit for u and u looked less than amazing

same for photos, he takes really good artsy photos of you all the time

thats what 80% of dates with him are

walking through the city at night so he can take a picture of you with the city scape behind you

or going to those instagram-able cafes in the city during their slow hours so he can pictures of your coffees and you sitting next to a pastel neon sign that says like Love Hurts or something edgy like that

taking photos like that one girl and her bf who travel alot on ig, u know the one

but u never actually manage to get a good shot like that because ur always like ‘joon my arm hurts why dont u be the girl’

He’s in general big on googling popular activities and getaways and making a big deal of documenting it 

as a result: he’s been working on a scrapbook and he thinks you don’t know but you and all 6 other members and even Bang PD know about the scrapbook

he gives it to you on your anniversary and even though youre expecting it, you cry

he takes photos of that too and it goes in the one for next yr lol

He calls you baby of course

but not in an exaggerated/pronounced way

it comes out super naturally and he says it more than he says your actual name

u better Get used to just turning around and catching him giving you that one soft smile he does with his whole face 

“is there something on my face?” 

“no, just enjoying the view <3”

Always wants to make your plate when u visit his home, and always ALWAYS gives you too much food

going there and realizing that maybe its a family thing as you watch his mom heftily scoop vegetables onto his dad’s plate while his dad looks on in worry about where he’s going to fit it

Using Joon’s lap as a pillow!!!

he can read and stroke your head while you snooze

him humming off key because he thinks it helps you sleep

Park Jimin

Before you started dating, Jimin seemed like the guy that everyone loves because he’s effortlessly cool and charming

And he is even after you start dating BUT

He is also a little praise monster and lives for your compliments

Jimin takes advantage of the fact that you are obviously enamored with him and will do things to fluster you on purpose

runs his hands through his hair because he knows you can’t look away

gets unnecessarily close to tell you things because he knows you get goosebumps when he whispers in your ear

plays chicken with you all the time

slow looks at u until u squirm

HE’s a menace

but also reminds you of a bumblebee

Jimin loves to go to see the latest comedy movies and those are always fun

Not because the movies are actually that funny (lowkey he has really bad taste in comedy movies), but because he will LOSE IT in the middle of the theatre and end up slumped over the armrest just laughing his head off

Cue the high squeaky laugh where he can’t even see the movie screen anymore because his eyes are squeezed shut :3

After the movie he always tries to retell funny scenes like

“And then *laughs* did you see the part where the guy *laughs* *laughs more* and then he *dolphin noises*

“Yeah, Minnie it was funny”

He always wants you to come to the gym with him because he gets an unnecessary amount of motivation from those gym couple accounts on instagram

You go in your big t-shirt and shorts and he goes in a similar outfit 

It always ends up with u watching him because again he looks good when he lifts weights and does squats

he likes the attention too 

Calls u cutie

but thinks its funny to sometimes address u as his favorite anime villian’s name ur always like hmm time to go now

He’s a feeder kinda like joon

YOu can’t ever eat anything by yourself, he always wants to cut things for you, spoon feed you 

he’s very caring

This means he also is super attentive when ur sick and will bring u soup and play cards in bed and always refresh ur water and bother u about taking medicine

Kim Taehyung

Everything with Taehyung is beautiful and u feel beautiful with him which is so amazing and crazy at the same time

He is a big cheerleader for u he loves everything u do

You made a badly folded origami and he shouted cute and was so genuine and got it laminated somehow and keeps it as a keychain accessory

He’s always showing you things

like some of his favorite classical art pieces that he’s saved pictures of on his phone

sometimes he tells you about how he can’t wait to plan the perfect trip to europe with u so u can visit some of his favorite pieces face to face

Always showing u his new (and old) favorite songs and movies

some of ur dates are going to see old films or foreign films at this one really hip theatre in the city

he bought a gramophone a little while back before u started dating and he loves to play records for you and lie with you on the floor and show u  the best parts of the song with his hands in the air

He has a fancy camera too that he uses to document “special moments”

when u asked him how come he always uses it to take picture of u then he was like everything with u is special and u had to tackle him and cover his whole face in kisses because he cant just say things like that without facing the consequences

He keeps a journal where he doodles in the margins and writes songs and poems that only some people have seen like yoongi or jimin

he tried to draw you once and it came out looking a little strange but he’s still learning and u love him for it

He also gets soo sooo excited when you show him your favorite things

u dont do it as much because they dont seem as cultured or pretty but u show him a movie from ur childhood that u still watch once or twice a year and his eyes were huge the whole time and he was so glad to watch it with you

Calls u Jagi because he likes what it means and its truly accurate

U guys are just on the same wavelength and he really appreciates that u dont find him weird or quirky or overly pretentious even

u finish each others sentences and can predict moods pretty well its a little scary for the guys to watch u talk to each other in half sentences and know what the other means

When u first met, it was through Joon because he thought u guys would click and he was super nervous and worried because a lot of ppl don’t really GET him

Maybe at ur blind date a song came on in the restuarant u were in and it was a song he really liked

and then u were really shyly like “it feels like when you find a really special spot in the woods that nobody knows about” and hes like

“yeah, it really does” and then goes home and writes ur name 20 times in his notebook before getting the courage to call u about a 2nd date

Jeon Jungkook

You already know what it is with this kid: MEME CENTRAL

seriously ur texts are like 80% reaction pictures you downloaded off the internet that just get cycled over and over again because they’ve started to replace certain common phrases and emotions

Yoongi tried to jack JKs phone once and read the messages out loud to the members to try and embarrass him and he actually couldn’t read the last 24 hours of messages because it was literally all pictures/emojis

JK thinks ur laugh is the best sound he’s ever heard and is always trying to bring it out

he makes so many weird faces

those also become memes in the chat

he does so many exaggerated moves from choreo just to get u to crack up

does random weird things with his voice at inappropriate times to get u to choke

Like Jimin he is a praise monster

he wants u to think he’s impressive because he thinks ur very accomplished and cool and he’s still very much the young shy boy he was before joining the band.

Does flips because he knows u love it and won’t leave u alone until u confirm that u are in fact watching

JK: “Hey, hey, watch this LOOK are u looking?”

YOU: “Yes oh my god what?”

JK:*Does a backflip*

YOU:.........DUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUDEEE WTF ITS LIT IN HERE

JK: *internally* i can die now

Get ready for some next level cuteness OMG

the little nose scrunch will become the most frequent thing

u will be ruffling his hair and it’ll tickle so he’ll scrunch his nose and u’ll just explode its amazing

The BABY SMILE every time its been a while since you’ve seen each other

You’ll practically tackle him and he loves it and spins u around a little too fast

Those big sparkly eyes that he has?????

prepare for those when its his night to cook but he doesn’t feel like it and says he wants to order pizza for the billionth time

You can’t say no to him ever

gaming is not your thing but he will rope you into a 3 hour Fortnight tutorial because u love him

Not really big on pet names, or like any names for that matter

but he will use your actual name for when he wants ur undivided attention

Is scared that you think he’s immature so sometimes he’ll try to go a day without making a joke and then its ur job to try your hardest to crack him up

this is good because ultimately u also love his high pitched loud laugh 

#bangtan bookclub #bttnetwork #btswriters #hyunglinenetwork #networkbangtan #bangtan #bts fanfic #bangtan fanfic #bangtan imagines #bangtan scenario #bts scenarios #bts imagines

[arigathanksgozaimuch]

head to toe | lee taeyong.

genre: ten pounds of fluff. slightly suggestive?  character/s: taeyong x reader.  overview: you love each other from head to toe. literally. word count: 2971.

13. "Sorry I'm late." 28. "Drive safely." 99. "Be careful."

A IS FOR:

ankle

“C’mere.”

Taeyong’s voice pulls you out of your concentration. You look up from your laptop screen and scan the entire room until your eyes finally land on his figure. Calm and quiet, he’s sitting in front of his easel where a blank canvas is placed. Sunday nights mean the both of you catching up with the work you’ve put off over the weekend – you with your Film App paper, and him with his commissioned portrait.  

You stand up, dragging your chair with you to where he was. He hooks an arm around your ankles and lift them up to his lap. Being able to touch you and feel you near brings him a deep sense of comfort. And only then is he able to start his own work.

B IS FOR:

belly

You sit on the sofa and let out a loud sigh of relief. Nothing beats having a boyfriend who can cook – and cook deliciously, mind you. Taeyong wears a smug look on his face as he watches you. "Full?"

Still in the last few moments of food coma, you could only nod. And then, when his gaze is back on the TV, you pull your shirt up just enough to uncover your belly and take Taeyong's hand. He immediately glances at you as soon as his palm rests on the soft skin of your stomach.

"You feel this?" you ask. "It's our food baby."

He snorts. "Wow, what's its name?"

"Chicken-stir-fry Lee."

"I swear to God you're the weirdest thing ever," he says. But he squeezes your waist and pulls you into his side, anyway.

back

Irritated Doyoung is in the middle of his speech when a hand lands on the small of your back. "What did I miss?" Taeyong asks, stealing the glass of champagne from your hands and taking a sip himself.

"Not much." You see Doyoung catching sight of Taeyong, the supposedly man of the hour, amidst the crowd and grimacing. "Just your opening speech, is all."

The man beside you snickers. "He handled it well, anyhow."

"But I was anticipating seeing you talk about your work."

He looks at you from the corner of his eye and frowns. "I’m sorry I'm late."

You want to snap back at him but you don't have a chance to, because Doyoung is already marching over to where you and Taeyong were standing. He then thrusts the wireless microphone onto your boyfriend’s chest and drag him to the spotlight, much to your delight and Taeyong’s dismay.

C IS FOR:

chest

There is a certain kind of security to be felt when you’re caged in between Taeyong’s arms and your legs are all tangled up. You feel like everything can go wrong – you can fail your exam, get sick with the flu for days, lose all your hair, and even misplace your lucky pen – but still feel happy and content. Because nothing can make you unhappy. Not here. Not when you’re safely tucked under his chin and pressed oh so warmly against his chest.

E IS FOR:

eyebrow

“What happened to his eyebrows?” Taeyong’s sister asks you as you bond over cups of coffee. She chances upon her brother’s latest profile picture and tsks in disapproval at the sight of him with one of his eyebrows partly shaved.

You shrug. “I’m the one supposed to know him the best, but even I don’t know what goes through his head sometimes.”

“There, there,” she cooes. “He’s a lot to handle, isn’t he?”

“I’m just at that point where I’m glad his fingers and toes are still complete.”

You and his sister sigh in unison.

H IS FOR:

hand

Taeyong holds your hand tightly after he sits you down on the couch. His hands are hot and sweaty against yours.

"What's wrong?"

He sighs, avoiding your gaze. "I've been hiding something from you."

"What is it?" Immediately, you are on full alert. Whatever he's going to say, you already know it's not good. You begin to anticipate something bad, like he's killed someone and now he needs help hiding the body; something worse, like he's going to use you for his upcoming exhibit; the worst, like he's going to break up with you.

"I have chicks," he says, eyes quickly searching yours for a response. He doesn't know what he sees there. Disappointment? Betrayal? Fury?

"You mean... you've been cheating?"

"What?" Your boyfriend shifts in his seat more comfortably. "No! I meant chicks, as in baby chickens. I just didn't want to tell you because you said you didn't want pets, and they're not pets! I'm just keeping them for inspiration for my new exhibit." He picks at your fingernails as he spoke, fidgeting with your hands out of nervousness.

You exhale the breath you don't realize you've been holding. If you didn't love this guy, you probably would have punched him. He sometimes makes you nervous and panicky for no reason. "Okay. Okay, that's fine."

He clutches your hands to his chest as he too sighs in relief. "Okay, good."

"How did you bring them here without me noticing?"

"Oh, that was easy. I bought them as eggs and then incubated them under our bed. I kept a daily log of them in my phone and not in a notebook so you wouldn't be able to see. Everyday, when you leave, I check up on them and cuddle them one by one like a mother hen. And then, after weeks and weeks of just pure love and warmth, they started hatching. So now, I've eight baby chicks."

"Did you just say you incubated them under our bed?"

"Uh-huh."

"For weeks and weeks?"

"Yep."

"And now that they've hatched, where do you keep them, exactly?"

"Oh! The pet store where I bought them from said to put them somewhere with soil and proper ventilation, so I put them on your mini garden."

"Lee Taeyong!"

hair

"The hell is this?"

You grab a handful of your boyfriend's hair and frown. Taeyong being an artist has its fair share of crazies. But having been with him for years has made you immune to them, so seeing him now with electric blue hair isn't as surprising as his old "experiments". But seeing Yuta and Johnny with red and green hair respectively is nothing short of shocking.

"What, you like it?" Yuta asks, his bangs covering his eyes as he blowdries his hair.

"It's like a powerpuff convention I wasn't invited in."

"See, I told you she'd hate it." Johnny elbows Taeyong against the rib.

"Shut up, Buttercup."

J IS FOR:

jaw

“Yes, give it to me, baby!”

Your arms and legs are starting to hurt from the awkward positions you put yourself into, but the smile it brings to your boyfriend’s face makes it all worth it.

“Okay, I think that’s enough pictures, [Y/N],” Taeyong says as he walks towards you. He’s beginning to think that asking you to take his picture for his Facebook profile is a bad idea. You do have a slight tendency to go overboard. Because even as he’s fast approaching you, you still manage to capture him in a candid shot or two. He quickly removes the strap from your wrist and manages, with great difficulty, to retrieve the camera from your grip.

“Not yet, just a few more!” You let out a whine in protest, almost shoving the camera lens in his face to give him a lot of pictures to choose from. “Whoa, look at that jawline,” you exclaim to distract him, knowing full well that he takes so much pride in what he considers to be his best asset. “What a killer.”

Later on, he’s posting one as his new profile photo. Before he could even finish uploading it, Taeyong tosses you your own phone so you could be the first person to like it.

L IS FOR:

lips

You know you’re in for a wild night when your boyfriend wears his clip-on lip ring, with Taeyong knowing full well how the small piece of accessory makes you feel all sorts of things.

N IS FOR:

neck

"I don't see how–"

Taeyong shushes you before you could finish your sentence. "You won't be able to see it if you keep talking. Be quiet and just stare at it."

You do as you're told, but after a minute or so, you complain once again. "I still can't–"

"Any second now."

You purse your lips and swallow the complaints that bubble up your throat. Instead, you take a deep breath and really concentrate on the canvas that was in front of you. Besides the weird splash of colors that seemed unorganized and accidental, you focus on the black lines that curve fluidly across the plane. And just like that, it hits you.

"It's a bunny!" you exclaim, straightening your posture at the same time. Taeyong has insisted you look at the picture with your head tilted at exactly 45 degrees. Now your neck just hurts and you let out an involuntary yelp.

"Good job, baby," he praises, dropping a quick kiss on your forehead. He puts the canvas away and places a new one in front of you. "Now, this one you have to look at from the back like you're walking away and someone from behind you suddenly calls your name..."

"Taeyong!"

P IS FOR:

palm

You rest your chin over your palm as you watch Taeyong dote on Jisung, his latest intern.

“Why are you being so mean to him? It’s his first day,” you complain as soon as he leaves the intern to do his assigned task and goes to you. “On my first day here, I didn’t even do much.”

“Yeah, well, I was faking being strict on you because I liked you. But now, I have to be really strict,” he says in defense.

“Because you might end up liking the new interns too?”

He shakes his head and steals a peck from your lips. “Nope. I’m actually a very strict and uptight person. I’m just nice to you because I’m whipped.”

You laugh at his strange attempts at flirting. And you don’t understand if you find it funny because his advances come off as awkward or because no matter how strange it seems, his flirting still manages to make your heart flutter. “You drive me nuts, seriously.”

“I may drive you nuts, but at least I drive safely.” And then Taeyong winks with both of his eyes.

S IS FOR:

shoulder

Scrolling through Instagram on his phone, Taeyong drops his head on your lap. “Hey, you think my doodles are pretty, right?”

“Yeah, why?”

“How come you never thought of having it tattooed on you?”

You frown. “Because it’s permanent?”

The word makes Taeyong sit up. “And we’re not?”

“Nope.”

Now it’s his turn to frown. He mulls over something for a while before speaking again. “Then let’s be permanent.”

“Like married?”

“Yeah,” he says, a small smile gracing his lips at the thought. “Like married.”

You shrug, feigning nonchalance, when inwardly you were screaming. “Fine.”

“Fine,” Taeyong repeats. “I want my fleur de lis drawing inked on your shoulder.” As he spoke, he grabs ahold of the collar of your shirt and drags it sideways to expose more skin. And then he marks the spot where he wants you tattooed by leaving open-mouthed kisses on your skin.

T IS FOR:

tooth

Besides his genuine macabre style of painting, Taeyong is also known for his rather strange exhibitions.

“Are those—”

“Yes,” he cuts you off, urging you to move on to the rest of the artworks on the first day of your internship. But you choose to stand still and stare at the teeth scattered behind the glass display.

“Are they real?”

“Yes. Have you read the description?”

Your eyes dart away from the teeth and briefly shift to the justified paragraph printed on clean white paper just at the bottom of the display, but you don’t bother reading.

“Are they yours?”

Taeyong sighs. “Of course not. You know where I got them?”

“Where?”

“I pulled them out from the mouth of interns who ask too many questions.”

You don’t speak a word for the rest of your mini tour.

toes

“You call yourself an artist with this kind of work?”

You groan, taking the brush from your boyfriend’s grip. Sitting up, you fold your right knee up to your chest to inspect your foot. And, just as you expected, Taeyong has smudged the nail polish all over your toes.

“Well, I’m sorry the wand is too small!”

“Ugh.” You snatch the bottle from the table and work on your nails yourself. “I’m painting your toes in the same way you did mine and then we’ll see how you like it.”

tongue

Doyoung makes his usual round of the exhibit just before closing time. As usual on a Friday night, there are still several students taking notes, connoisseurs basking in the different sights, and just random visitors taking pictures. Nothing is out of place, he thinks, but he could only sigh when he catches sight of you and Taeyong by the corner. If he had a dollar for every time he catches the two of you with your tongues down each other’s throats, he would have been able to purchase an original Van Gogh by now.

thigh

Love means compromise. So on days you really need a dose of your boyfriend’s cuddles, he lets you sit on his thigh and hugs you with his left arm while working on a sketch with his other.

W IS FOR:

waist

“You nervous?”

“Yeah.”

“I’ll be with you the whole time, I promise,” Taeyong reassures with a smile. His hands find purchase in your waist before his fingers find each other and interlock behind you, keeping them in place. “Now, take a deep breath for me.”

You do as you’re told and exhale after a few seconds. His words don’t completely quell the nervousness within you, but they manage to calm you down a little. You’re now beginning to regret agreeing to holding your first exhibition in your boyfriend’s own place. But you realize it’s too late to back out now, because Taeyong is already ushering you towards the crowd. You see your family and friends, who all congratulate you for a job well done. You catch sight of your professors, whom you avoid on purpose for fear of a long, intellectual discussion about art theory. You also get to meet fellow artists, most of whom were invited by Taeyong himself.

Somewhere along the way, you lose your boyfriend in the crowd, but you let him be, not wanting to disappoint your guests by sticking to Taeyong’s side the entire time. However, when the crowd thins and your social skills get drained, you look for him first. And it isn’t that hard to look for a red-haired boy in a sea of brunettes.

As soon as you appear in front of him, he says, “I’m proud of you,” as if he has been practicing all night to say it and now that he has the chance to blurt it out, he does. You squeeze his hand and smile. After all, despite the countless criticisms and comments you’ve heard all night, Taeyong’s approval is the only thing that mattered.

wrist

Being an intern for Taeyong – the Lee Taeyong – is taking up all your patience, to say the least. Sure, you have been offered an internship by other artists, but Taeyong's studio was the nearest to where you live. Traveling back and forth daily for an ordinary university student like you is taxing and costly, so you decided to choose him over others. You're starting to rethink that decision now.

"Be careful!" he shouts at you for the hundredth time today. "That's an authentic Rothko you're holding, not some poster from a souvenir shop.”

You roll your eyes. Usually, it’s Doyoung, his curator and closest friend, who gives you tasks and assigns you work to do, but he has flown out of the country since the weekend, leaving you under the wing of the devil himself. Taeyong’s first job assignment for you is to clean up his studio. You think of it lightly at first, but later on realize he hasn’t cleaned the place ever since he has turned it into his workplace. Media of various kinds cling to his floor and easel like glue (you found some kind of blood-like substance that you didn’t bother asking about), and it has taken you almost three whole days to scrub them off completely.

Now he’s making you move all the paintings from his exhibition area to the storage room for some reason he isn’t telling you. As carefully as you can, you attempt to lift the painting higher as per your boss’ instruction. But with the day’s worth of carrying and transferring finally catching up to you, you stumble back, the painting in your hands becoming dangerously close to being damaged. So Taeyong comes to your rescue, catching your wrist just in time.

But this isn’t like what you see in romance movies or John Green novels where boy catches girl and they stare into each other’s eyes until they fall in love. Because Taeyong takes No. 15 from your grip and brings it to storage himself. The painting is saved, but you never hear the last of it, because he scolds and nags your ears off and leaves you standing in the middle of his studio feeling like the worst intern ever. You cry about it to Doyoung over the phone, but he still says he ships the two of you together.

“Oh, please.” You scoff. “I will never fall in love with someone like him.”

But boy are you wrong.

Send me an idol and a number!

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#taeyong scenarios #nct scenarios #nctwriters #lee taeyong #nct #nct 127 #nct u #kpop scenarios #nct texts

[killingxrangers]

It Start with a Like- Chapter Two

Trini had ended up showering before she went to bed, and attempted to push all thoughts about Kimberly Hart from her mind. There was no reason for the top girl in their grade to like or comment on a photo of someone as unknown as Trini, and it definitely had nothing to do with Kimberly being into girls. Kimberly and her boyfriend were affectionate enough in the hallways (to the point of frequently being warned by various teachers) for anyone to question their commitment to one another. And even if Kimberly was into girls, which Trini does not believe, why would Kimberly go for Trini when she could be with her gorgeous best friend? None of it made any sense and Trini wanted to sleep and forget about any interaction with Kimberly Hart. She was just about to close her eyes and try to sleep when her phone vibrated just once, signaling something from Instagram. Most likely Zack sending her memes, but she checked nonetheless. 

She nearly choked when she saw she had a message from k.harteyes. 

Hi. It’s Kim Hart 

Trini blinked a few times as she read the message once, twice, three times before hovering over the keypad. Should she respond? Did she even want to respond? She originally wanted to sleep and pretend Kimberly never acknowledged her, but that seemed to be impossible now. Besides, Kimberly would be able to tell that Trini had read the message and was promptly ignored if she didn’t respond, so now she doesn’t have much of a choice. 

She typed a quick and simple hello, and wasn't expecting the message to immediately be read, but then she saw Kimberly was typing back and now Trini definitely didn’t know what to do. Fucking Kimberly Hart was clearly trying to have some type of conversation with Trini, what the hell should she do? Text back? About what?

k.harteyes: Just wanted to let you know the pic you posted was very nice. You’re really gorgeous

Trini_Gomez: Uuuh thanks 

k.harteyes: Sorry if I woke you up. Having a shit night but your pic made me smile 

Trini stared down at her phone for a minute wondering how she was supposed to reply to that message. She didn’t know Kimberly. They weren’t friends. Trini didn’t know how to socialize or console. What was she supposed to do?

Trini_Gomez: I was awake. Sorry to hear you’re not having a good night 

That didn’t sound right and Trini frowned at her screen, knowing her message was too apathetic. Kimberly was clearly reaching out for a reason and Trini should probably try to sound like a normal human being. 

Trini_Gomez: Wanna talk about it?

Whenever Zack was upset over something regarding his sick mother, Trini always tried to get him to talk about it, and while he rarely did he always appreciated the effort. The least Trini could do was offer the same to Kimberly, especially after the girl went out of her way to call Trini gorgeous, something no one besides Zack had ever done before. And Zack had never called her gorgeous, but pretty and attractive to boost her confidence and hot when he was drunk. In the beginning of their friendship Zack didn't try to hide his interest in Trini, which makes Trini now highly doubt the guy’s gaydar, but he flirted relentlessly until Trini said she was gay. Zack dropped his flirting and moved on to trying to be Trini’s wingman (he sucked) and wanted to help score girls (he couldn’t). Not that he had much of a chance to truly try, seeing as he was the only person who Trini had openly come out to. She’d sooner die than confess to her overbearing mother that she was a lesbian. Her mother would never understand, or worse, would consider it a phase. 

k.harteyes: Its ok I’m not trying to bother you 

Trini_Gomez: I can listen if you wanna vent 

k.harteyes: Another time maybe 

k.harteyes: I have to get to sleep sorry for bothering youu really 

k.harteyes: You’re just super pretty and I wanted you to know that 

k.harteyes: A girl should always be told when she’s pretty like you 

Trini_Gomez: Well in that case you’re beautiful 

k.harteyes: Goodnight Trini Gomez

Trini_Gomez: Goodnight Kimberly Hart 

“I expect you home immediately after school.” Roger Hart was already standing at the base of the stairs when Kim came down the next morning, his arms crossed and a scowl on his face. “Your actions last night were reprehensible. Until I say otherwise you will come straight home from school every day and will not be going out on the weekends. Say goodbye to Tyler and Amanda for some time.” 

Kim grabbed a banana and a shake from the fridge, barely acknowledging her father following her every move from the archway separating the kitchen from the dinning room. “You know I have cheerleading practice after school every day.” With her back turned to him she rolled her eyes, wanting nothing more than to be able to leave this house and never have to come back. “That doesn’t end until four.” 

“Then I expect you home by four-fifteen. Is that understood, Kimberly? And do not speak to me with that attitude again.” The fridge opened and slammed as Roger grabbed the milk to add to the coffee he was about to start brewing, and though he couldn’t see her, he somehow knew she was trying to sneak out. “Do not just walk away from me, Kimberly. For fucks sake have I taught you no manners?” 

Thankfully, the sound of a horn beeping outside saved Kim from surely saying something else that would get her into further trouble. She's not quite sure how she manages to piss her father off consistently every day, but it seems he's hated her all her life. Her mother was no better, really, though Ali’s annoyance with Kim started a few years ago, same as the heavy drinking. It seemed as if one day Ali picked up the wine bottle and just never managed to set it down again. Kim wasn’t sure if that made her own life better or worse: better in the sense that for the most part Ali tended to leave Kim alone, but worse as her own mother was of no help against Roger. 

“That’s my ride. I have to get to school before I’m late.” Roger said nothing more to her and Kim quickly grabbed her keys and bag before fleeing from the house. Surprisingly enough, this was a rather tame morning in the Hart house and she wanted to leave before something made Roger go off again. 

Amanda was out front in her convertible, music loudly playing as the girl scrolled through her phone waiting for Kim to come out. She didn’t look up as Kim dropped her bag in the back seat and hopped in the front, not questioning the sigh from Kim and how she rested her head on her hand on the door.  

“Mark is throwing a party tonight- what time do you want to show up?” Amanda asked as she pulled away from the curb, starting the short ten minute drive from their neighborhood to school, passing a few other of their class members driving as well, and underclassmen waiting on the bus stops.  

Mark was a close friend of Ty’s, another member of the football team and someone Kim could barley tolerate. He was a sexist pig who would get too handsy when he was drinking (he kind of got handsy when he wasn’t drinking either) and Ty would never tell him to leave Kim alone. Frequently she found herself having to shove him away only for him to come back a few moments later, reeking of sweat and beer. All of his parties took place in the woods about a mile behind his house, far enough away for no neighbors to hear the noises from the teens and any pounding base. Not to mention there was a lake at the base of one of the mountains right where he tended to throw his parties, meaning most of the people got half naked and would drunkenly jump into the freezing cold water. 

Kim was not a fan in the slightest of these parties, yet Ty and Amanda continued to drag her to them each and every time. “My father is ridiculously pissed at me and I’m grounded. I don't think I’ll be able to sneak out tonight.” Usually she’d be furious at her father for overreacting to the smallest of things, but tonight she finally had an excuse to stay in. 

“Your father needs to pull that stick out of his ass once and for all.” Amanda shrugged with a laugh as she pulled into one of the many spots at Angel Grove High, finding a few of their friends hanging out around some cars. “Sneak out when they go to sleep- you know they won’t notice. Your mom will be too drunk and your dad will fall asleep early anyway.” 

“Real nice, Amanda.” Kim jerked her bag from the back and slammed the car door closed, suddenly just as mad at Amanda as she was at her parents. Amanda didn’t understand anything and she never would. Her mother adored her and her father gave her anything she asked for. As many times as Kim’s been to Amanda’s house she’s never even heard Amanda’s father so much as yell at the TV. 

If they hadn’t been friends for as long as they have, Kim isn’t sure her and Amanda would last much longer. They first met in kindergarten when Kim comforted a crying Amanda after they were dropped off in the morning, and it seemed their friendship had been solidified ever since. Despite a few fights over guys and both girls being rude to one another throughout the years they have stayed together. The older Kim got the more she questioned the sanity of that decision. 

Deciding that her day was already ruined before it even started, Kim went through the first two periods of her day in relative silence, not bothering to focus in her classes and choosing instead to doodling in her notebook. She had no interest in school today and wanted nothing more than to leave. She isn’t quite sure where she’d be going given that her house was out of the option, but she knew she needed to be somewhere else besides here. 

It wasn’t until the end of biology did Kim run into someone else and be forced to socialize. The lecture for the day had been incredibly boring, so far the worst class of the day, and Kim was just looking for an easy thirty minute lunch break when she quite literally knocked someone to the ground. With the mood she was in Kim hadn’t decided if she was going to apologize or just stomp away, until she looked to the ground and saw it was the girl from last night. 

Like in the picture Trini had posted, she had one side of her hair braided back in three tight braids, her entire head mostly covered by a grey beanie. She was wearing tight jeans with some rips that Kim couldn’t figure out if were bought that way or were old enough the rips came naturally, and a loose white t-shirt. A yellow and black flannel was dropped next to her on the ground and she stared up at Kim with a frown. 

“What the hell?” Trini moved to pick herself up, Kim too stunned to make a move to help as she kept staring at Trini. The girl was beautiful in pictures but holy fuck was she perfect in real life. Kim doesn’t think she’s seen anyone quite as breath taking as the girl now standing before her with a look of complete distaste on her face. “Watch where you’re going, Kimberly.” 

Kim couldn't manage to find any words to respond, especially given that Trini seemed very angry- more angry then was was reasonable over an accident. But more than that, Kim started to frown because since when was Trini in her biology class? 

“Uh- I’m, uh, I’m sorry,” Kim winced at the lame apology, her frown matching Trini’s as the two girls continued to stare at one another. It seemed Kim’s heart was beating much too fast for unknown reasons, and when Trini turned to try and leave Kim found herself not wanting the girl to go. “Wait!” She jerked out to grab Trini’s arm, keeping her in place. Trini raised an eyebrow at the unexpected touch as she looked back to Kim, who said, “I, uh, I appreciate you talking to me last night.” 

“Yeah, well,” Trini shrugged and clearly wanted to leave as she kept looking between Kim and the exit, but Kim couldn’t let her go, not yet. “I should get to lunch.” 

“Um, I can walk you!” Internally Kim flinched. She sounded so needy and desperate and she wasn’t sure why. Trini was just another girl in Kim’s class, so why did Kim feel the need to continue to force a conversation. Especially given that Trini looked like she wanted to do the complete opposite than walk with Kim, but said nothing as the two started the short journey to the cafeteria. Taking a deep breath to hopefully make her voice more steady, Kim continued and said,“I meant what I said about appreciating you talking to me. You had no reason to you but.. it was a bad night so thank you.” 

“Not a problem.” Trini made no effort to hide uncomfortable she was, and part of Kim felt horrible and embarrassed for continuing a relatively one sided conversation, but a larger, more selfish part of her craved it. She had no idea why that part of herself was there at all, but couldn’t find it in herself to question it. 

The two girls finally made it to the cafeteria, and it was obvious they would be heading in opposite directions. Kim’s friend were to the left, Amanda and the rest of the cheerleaders as well as most of the football team, while the boy Trini had on her instagram was hanging out by the door leading outside. 

Trini motioned to the boy clearly waiting for her. “Well, uh, see you.” 

As Trini went to leave Kim couldn’t keep the comment to herself as she said, “I also meant what I said last night. That I think you’re very gorgeous.” 

There was no response as Trini turned rather quickly, almost too quickly, but Kim could have sworn she saw light blush on the other girl’s face. With a smile, Kim started walking towards her friends table. It seemed none of them noticed the interaction between Kim and Trini, and that’s how Kim preferred it. She knew none of her friends would understand, because hell, Kim didn’t really understand it much herself. 

But she knew without a doubt there was something about Trini Gomez that pulled Kim Hart to her. And Kim would be damned if she didn't find out what that something was. 

#trimberly #trimberly fic #trini x kimberly #trini x kim #trini #Kimberly hart #kim hart #power rangers #it started with a like

[toastydoodles]

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((Had to get in one last post before the new year!))

I HAD THE MOST STRESSFUL FUN THIS OCTOBER doing these three conventions three weeks in a row, not to mention doing multi-day conventions for the first time! There were ups and downs but I had so much fun and by the end of my con season my brain was utterly fried!!

Thank you so so much to everyone who stopped by, and to those who followed me here sometime in the past couple months: Hello!! Thank you for supporting my art and I hope you enjoy your stay!!

That said, I’m gonna talk a bit about this con season. GET COMFY, ITS LONG

So con prep started in late August when I learned that I actually got into Kumori after having been on their waitlist for a while. I knew then that I REALLY had to kick my ass into gear lol

At this point, I was still in the middle of my 40 hr (+ 12 hr travel time) a week summer internship, so I didn’t have all day to work on my prints until the weekend, but my weekends were usually taken up spending time with loved ones and friends. Or gaming, since I didn’t have the time during the weekdays >_>

Then college came back around, giving me 4 classes, a student job doing graphic design, and club activities + homework! When I thought I’d have more free time, I actually had less! But with cons approaching, I drew more than I would have if I didn’t have cons AND found myself improving when it came to doing prints again.

The biggest issue popped up a week before BCC. LONG story short, I suddenly did not have a button maker to borrow anymore. I weighed my options: either lose money on potential button sales (which made up most of my sales in previous years) and shelf my button designs, or drop $500 on a button maker set to make them in time for Kumori and Jet City. This is also keeping in mind that I might not be able to do too many cons in the future.

I bought the button maker. But, since I am the luckiest daughter in the world, my parents swooped in to pay for it as an early Christmas present. I will be making so many wearable memes with this gift and I am GRATEFUL.

Another issue I ran into the WHOLE MONTH was not being able to take card. I’m forever rejected from Square (tl;dr, my phone glitched during signup and shredded through all the signup attempts I can possibly have. Customer service basically said “welp, sorry!”) and Paypal Here was entirely unhelpful, so I had to go the season as cash only. I won’t actually know how much this hurt sales, but it definitely hurt turning down some big purchases because I was one of the few vendors that didn’t take card!

I’ll definitely be looking into the alternatives for card readers soon! There’s a lot out there.

This year, I kept track of my sales and stock with excel sheets with formulas! It definitely kept things organized and helped me keep track of stock and see where patterns were, if any. It wasn’t perfect, but it helped immensely. I also kept very VERY close track of what my spending was like. 

I’m spoiling it before the end, but I was about $200 from breaking even. Luckily I’m not in a position where this loss impacts significantly, but it still stings! It could have been a result of multiple things, such as the hotel for Kumori being 1/3rd of my expenses ALONE, my choice of products/fandoms, not having ability to take card, and general attendee interest.

Let’s take a brief look at each con!

Bellingham Comicon

Glad to be back!

Bellingham Comicon has once again, been a joy. It’s a small convention but excited attendees pack the place and sales were good. A couple people recognized me from last year and I recognized a couple people too! I didn’t have my button maker yet but perlers seemed to be decently popular. I even made a custom Witch Mercy perler that sold 40 MINUTES INTO THE CONVENTION. It sold so quick that I didn’t even get to take a table picture until after I sold it! (I will say, when I put up that custom Sentai Genji, I upped the price a bit lmao)

I met a lot of amazing artists and got to do a bunch of art trades as well, something I haven’t really done in previous years! I was happy to see a couple familiar faces and meet some new artists too!! BCC is small enough that walking around and chatting to other artists and vendors is on the easier side.

I got a couple weird looks dressed as IT Damien from Dream Daddy, but was glad some people recognized me! I made some first impressions on some very cool artists in that cosplay haHA

While BCC is a comic convention, I didn’t feel out of place. There were lots of attendees that I would consider in my target audience and I didn’t feel like it was taking away from business. BCC is very much a comic and pop culture convention, with fans looking for all sorts of things!

Kumoricon

GOD WHAT AN ADVENTURE

Kumori was my first multi-day convention, and the farthest I’ve travelled for a con! Needless to say, I was anticipating this con since August, but didn’t know AT ALL what to expect.

We ended up driving down on Thursday and setting up that night, which definitely took a lot of the stress away. I also managed to compact my table and merch into a single tote, a print box, a bag to hold the wire cubes, + personal bags for miscellaneous stuff. So that was less stressful too.

Friday came and I was cosplaying Taako (which, as I found out, is 150% more fun to wear than IT Damien oops). The day was on the slower side, and some of my friends came by to say hi and ended up helping out at my table, giving me time to check out the artist alley!

Kumori’s artist alley was HUGE. And even more jarring: so many of the artists I follow on twitter/insta/etc were there. Somehow. Good lord, how many of you live in the PNW that I didn’t know about? I recognized an artist who’s art I love in line while waiting for badges and almost had a heart attack. Over the weekend, I met a lot of artists but it was only a fraction of the entire artist alley. I didn’t even get to meet all the artists I recognized!

So. Profit-wise, the con was kind of a disappointment. Oh boy, here’s a stat: I made about as much at BCC as I did at Kumori. In three days.

Again, this could’ve been a number of things. A lot of artists (many more experienced than me!), general interest, things I chose to sell, etc. But even so, many of the returning artists I talked to said it was slower than last year and some said the con is usually pretty dang slow.

But the con was fantastic in other ways. It gave me valuable big-con experience, some new art friends/mutuals, a fun time at the con and in Portland (good food!), and again, my favorite part, meeting a ton of cool, amazing artists and being able to make some art trades or to buy from them!

I definitely needed rest after this one. My brain was absolutely FRIED by the time we finally got back home and ate a late dinner at Shari’s.

Jet City Comic Show

Not even gonna lie, it was EMPTY most of the weekend!

I ended up having to table by myself, which wasn’t a problem with how lax it was. I even had time to doodle as well as finish a pen drawing! And I live pretty close to the show, so I could just head home once the days ended.

My table neighbor was super cool and I met a bunch of cool artists from all over the artist alley as well! This alley was pretty massive too, so I didn’t get to check out all of them. Being a comic convention, most of the artists were comic-based, with maybe a hand full of anime-styled artist from what I could see.

Many artists had their own published comics, and I enjoyed listening to their pitches (and took some comics home too!!).

My row didn’t seem to get a lot of foot traffic, but neither did the majority of the artist alley. And Sunday was even slower! Talking to other vendors, I found out Jet City is usually slow, but this year was slower than the last.

All in all, it was a nice quiet weekend and I was happy to meet more amazing artists at this con, as well as happy to get home and REST!

Overall...

This season was rewarding. Not in the money way, unfortunately. I’m lucky to be a position where it doesn’t affect me in a major way. But I’m always so excited to go to cons, and just being around fellow fans and creative minds is rewarding in it’s own way. I’ve also learned what to do and what not to do for future conventions should I continue to do them!

the real profit was the artists we met along the way

#artist alley #artist alley recap #long post #toasty post #i actually wrote this is november and havent finished it til now lmao #portfolio

[flyingangelofblueislands]

Over the Weekend part 1

UP10TION XIAO (Lee Dongyeol)

Bias X Reader

Genre: Fluff high

You walked into school and your best friend, Bo, almost threw you sideways trying to greet you. “Hey!” You blurted at her while trying to get your balance back. She kept right on smiling like she hadn’t almost smooshed you into the floor. “Sorry. But I almost died waiting for you to get here!” She whispered excitedly. You smiled and rolled your eyes as she hooked arms with you and walked towards homeroom. “Did you really.” You asked sarcastically as Bo went right on talking. “So I was on Instagram last night stalking Nana’s pictures, leaving her all kinds of crazy messages- you know how we do- and she posts a picture of ya’ll getting ready to go out on Friday.” “Me and Nana?” “You and Nana.” “What picture was this?” You quickly pull out your phone, surprised you hadn’t seen the picture yourself. You went straight to Nana’s Instagram and saw the picture Bo was talking about. Someone, most likely Bo, had taken a photo of you and Nana, in your big t-shirts and fluffy headbands. You had both been caught off-guard, your bodies were facing front but your heads were turned around facing the camera, your hands holding a mascara wand, Nana’s holding a tube of lipstick, with mouths open as if shouting at the surprise photo. “Oh my god!” You exclaimed and cackled at the photo, “She posted this?!” “Why shouldn’t she?” “No reason.” You settled down, “I guess it’s funny. She looks cute enough in it. So what about it?” “Go in the comments.” You clicked on the comments and eyeballed them wondering what exactly you were supposed to be looking for, until you saw his screenname with the comment: Very Cute 😍 You couldn’t help but wonder if he meant the picture in general. Or just Nana. Or, more hopefully, you AND Nana. “Do you see it??” Bo squealed at you, shaking your arm. “I see it. So what?” You mumbled while trying not to smile. “Don’t you get it? No. You wouldn’t get it since you only get on Instagram on the weekends.” Bo rolled her eyes. It wasn’t like it was new news. You disciplined yourself for the sake of your schoolwork. You said to yourself that when you started high school, during the school week, you would only be active on one social media platform. You picked You Tube. Where you did DIYs, Study tips, and Book Reviews. Plus, you had to watch videos. You just had to. Instagram, Tumblr, Twitter, Facebook, all put together couldn’t beat YouTube in your mind. But, of course, the whole school seemed to LIVE on Instagram. So you missed out on a lot. You used to try and catch up on the weekends, but you got important news from Bo regardless, so you stopped bothering. This was the one time you wished you hadn’t though. Bo broke you out of your quick stream of thoughts. “He only ever comments on pictures with you in them.” Bo pressed her finger into your temple. Your eyes widened, feeling your heart already speed up at nothing. “Seriously? Are you sure?” “I swear. I swear on my Copic markers.” “You dork!” You laughed and started to move towards your seat. Bo sat right next to you. “But can’t you tell how serious I am? Listen. I only realized it myself last night! After I saw that comment something clicked in my head like ‘wait a minute. Déjà vu.’ So I go looking at all Nana’s pictures with you in it and I’m like ‘there he is. There he is again. There he is one more time.’ Girl, I’m so serious I started screaming, my brother came in the room and told me to shut up. We got in a whole fight about him talking to me all crazy- you know how he talks. I’m gonna stuff it with old socks or something if he keep yelling at me. Who does he think he is?” You amusedly listened to Bo’s conversation take a left turn as your mind started wheeling its own direction. You finally spoke up, “If he’s so busy commenting under all the pics with me in it…why doesn’t he even follow me on Instagram?” “What for? You hardly post and everybody knows you never on there anyway except in on somebody else’s page.” Bo laughed as if the answer was obvious. “Besides, you know Dongyeol. He’s a lil’ shy or whatever.” “He’s doesn’t seem that shy now.” You said out of the side of your mouth. You gestured towards the front door where Dongyeol had just walked in pretty cheerily with his arm around the shoulders of another girl classmate. Bo stifled a laugh at your sudden sour disposition.

“Jealous?” “Jealous of what?” You answered, trying not to scoff. You opened your notebook and began doodling. “Exactly. Your boyfriend is allowed to have friends. Don’t be that kind of obsessed.” Bo lingered around her chair without sitting down. You whipped your head around and stuck your tongue at nothing in particular. “I’m not any kind of obsessed.” “Except about him.” “I will make you eat this pencil.” You flatly threatened turning back around. Bo rolled her eyes at you before starting to walk away. “I’ll be right back.” You didn’t bother to answer her as she was already walking away anyway. You casually looked up and saw her sauntering towards Dongyeol, the girl classmate he walked in with, and his best friend, Hwanhee. You watched, out of the corner of your eye, Bo greet them casually and start talking mostly with the girl. They had a couple periods together, without you, so they were close enough for Bo to strike up random conversation. You watched Bo for a little longer as she and Hwanhee began to squabble louder and louder. You had a strong feeling of what was to come- “Y/N!” You heard your name getting called over the classroom noise. You looked over and saw both the girl, and Bo, urgently waving you over. You stood up to walk over and realized that Dongyeol was still sitting on his desktop, facing Hwanhee, who was seated at his desk, with the other classmate and Bo standing between the two. Your heart started to beat in your throat as you got closer to them. You saw Dongyeol take notice of you and then avert his eyes to the book he had previously put down on his desk. He thumbed the pages of it at his side before standing from his seated position on the desktop to sit properly in his chair. His back now turned slightly away from all of you. You tried to swallow your bitter feeling. “What is it, Bo?” “Hwanhee is over here saying you and J are talking! That he saw you two at a café this weekend sharing hot chocolate from the same straw!” Your jaw dropped. You had only met up with J this weekend to help him go over some notes for both of your’s AP World History exam this week. He said he’d treat you to a drink for helping him cram so last minute. Hwanhee must have seen you all when you were telling J that they messed up your drink order. You asked for a mocha latte with cinnamon and hazelnut syrup, but they gave you a mocha latte with vanilla. He took the drink from you saying he would drink it instead and then told the waiter about the mistake. “It wasn’t even a hot chocolate.” You answered plainly, with a slight scowl. Hwanhee was such a busy body. You didn’t necessarily hate him, but you wished he’d be more careful with his mouth. Especially with Dongyeol listening. You suddenly fought with yourself whether you wanted to clarify what had happened, or just let everyone squirm. What did you care? Dongyeol was currently avoiding even looking in your general direction and seemed to be mumbling under his breath as he scratched nonsense shapes in a page in his own notebook. Bo lightly shoved you with her mouth pinched and telling you to say something else as the other girl began talking over Hwanhee’s incessant chatter. “You shouldn’t talk about what you don’t know, Hwanhee! Especially about things like that.” Hwanhee suddenly stood up, “But you heard her say it from her own mouth!” “All she said was it wasn’t hot chocolate! I shared my water with Dongyeol this morning-does that mean we’re something too?” She seemed to be asking sarcastically. It kind of relieved you. You were about to thank her for her defense argument for you, when Dongyeol jumped into the conversation without even bothering to turn around, “Don’t bring me into this conversation. I don’t care either way.” His voice was cross and a bit whiny. “Why are ya’ll over here talking about me anyway?” You folded your arms across your chest as Bo answered, “We weren’t. We were just talking about what we did this weekend when Hwanhee,” She practically spit his name out in annoyance. Hwanhee pulled a face and moved to get Dongyeol’s attention. Dongyeol waved him off and put in his earphones instead. “Started proving he has no business of his own, so he has to mind everyone else’s!” Bo shot over her shoulder while you had turned to leave and go back to your desk. Bo told the other girl she’d talk to her later before coming back to her seat as well. “I have a right mind to tape Hwanhee’s mouth shut.” “He was just saying what he saw-“ “But Dongyeol-“ “You heard him. He didn’t care either way.” You mentioned bitterly just as the teacher walked in.

************************************************************************* Hello there my fluffy Marshmallows! 1.6 k words, it’s a babyyyy. So it turns out this will be a series too. hahaha As I was writing it, I realized it would be much more intricate that previously thought out and so I figured instead of trying to cram it all into one installment, or leave things out just to skim it down, I said, why not give Xiao a series?? I do miniseries all the time!

I have two more ACTUAL one installment fics that will be posted for other Biases before I post part 2 of this fic again, just to keep things at a certain pace.

P.S. I started a new thing for my blog a little while back- Lyric-Photobooks! They’re selections of songs I think fit a theme (something like, exes still in love *hinthint*) and they’re the selected biases parts only. I translate/interperate them as best as I possibly can and pair them with photos. I have one out now on noisetrade (a site for free ebook/music downloads). If you scroll down on my blog you’ll see it. I mention it here because it is a member of the same group Xiao is in, so if you’re a Honey10 who is Jinhoo biased-Maybe you’ll wanna check that photobook out! It’s kind of staged like, he took these photos for you, and wrote something expressing his varying feelings over time. So I hope you like that.

P.P.S another photobook is almost finished and going to go up over the holidays. Also so will installment 2 of the (EXO) Kai series. *hinthint* The photobook is featuring someone from the same group. Okay bye~~

Love, peace, and quick Fluff reads!

Admin Fluffintine

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[skam-season4]

Hog the Covers

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Notes:

This was written a long time ago and I'm not re-reading it before I post it, so good luck.

Isak hogs the covers.

He claims it's because he's spent all his life sleeping alone, but Even doesn't understand that argument because, up until Isak, he usually slept alone too.

Even from the first day they shared a bed, Isak hogged the blankets, and continues to do it to this very day. It didn't matter if it was in the Kollektivet, Even's parents' house, or their own apartment. It always ends up happening.

And Even has had enough of it.

He does find it cute on some level, because he wakes up to Isak burrowed tight into a cocoon of blankets, but it doesn't mean that he doesn't freeze his ass of. Every. Single. Night.

Even has brought it up on multiple occasions, from making casual teasing jokes to "Seriously. I have to have some warmth. You don't want me dying of hypothermia in my sleep". But every time, no matter what the occasion, Isak brushes it off like a joke, or just as teasingly denies he does it.

Even has tried everything. He's let Isak take all the covers and then pulled out a new blanket just for himself. Miraculously, in the morning, it's added to the pile of blue and brown bedding that's burrito-ed around the younger boy in the morning.

He's tried lying half on top of the covers so that Isak doesn't even have enough to grasp onto when he rolls over, but somehow, he almost consciously keeps tugging the blankets until they break free and envelop him in a pocket of warmth.

He's bought them a new blanket, one that's bigger then their whole bed. He figures that even if it makes its way over to Isak's duvet castle, some of it will hang off enough that he can climb underneath it. But that didn't work either. The blanket still manages to get itself wrapped around Isak twice over.

He’s even considered pulling a Malcolm in the Middle and sewing his t - shirt to the duvet.

Even can't live like this any longer.

So, naturally, being the King of Extra, Even plans a stakeout.

He goes through the normal bedtime routine. They strip to their underwear, Even leaving his white cotton t-shirt on, they brush their teeth together, and climb under the covers. Isak lies on his stomach with his head facing Even. Even lies on his side, and soon enough, Isak drifts off into a peaceful sleep. Even, on the other hand, has only closed his eyes for a few minutes. When he is sure Isak is asleep, he reaches over onto their dresser and grabs the little pad of paper and pen, sketching to keep his mind occupied for a while.

He's filled up a few small square pages with random doodles when inevitably, Isak rolls over, yanking the blue and brown striped bedspread with him. Even glances at the clock: 1:21. He scribbles the time stamp in the margins of his doodle paper for safe keeping. Then, not being too worried about waking Isak up (because let's be honest, that kid sleeps like a rock), Even returns the paper to it's place on the nightstand, flopping back down somewhat violently onto their mattress. He grabs the extra blanket he hid under the bed in preparation and snuggles into it, knowing fully that it will end up on Isak's side of the bed in the morning, but not really giving a fuck either way. It only takes about 5 minutes for him to fall asleep.

The next morning, things go normally. Isak wakes up while Even is padding around in the kitchen making eggs. They greet each other with a "halla" and a quick peck to the lips. Isak knows there's something different with Even today. They've been together long enough now that Isak notices the slight bags under his eyes, and he can recognize all the little idiosyncrasies Even has when something's wrong. And while it doesn't necessarily seem like there is anything wrong, Isak knows he's up to something.

The next night Even does the same things, just to be sure the times are consistent. That night, Isak rolls over at 1:36.

The third night, things go more or less the same. Isak falls asleep and Even kinda pretends to be. But tonight, Even has his phone in hand instead of pen and paper. He swipes the brightness all the way down, keeping an eye on the time as he scrolls through Pinterest looking for more DIY projects for the apartment.

It's around 1:15 that he sits up a little, closing Pinterest and opening a new app in place: Snapchat.

He only downloaded it about a month ago. Or rather, Magnus took his phone and downloaded it one Friday when he was too tipsy to really think much of it. Because Magnus was the one who set it up for him, the only people he had as friends were the Boy Squad, Girl Squad, Balloon Squad, and Kollektivet and friends (plus his mom, because she's woke af). He didn't use it that much. If he was bored he'd check to see what everyone was up to.

Anyway, the point is that he only used it occasionally to talk to people one on one, and he never posted anything on his story. So, it's 1:15 and he has Snapchat open and night mode on, ready to catch the blanket hog in action. He sits there until 1:29 when Isak does roll over, and holds his thumb over the bubble at the bottom of the screen and waits for the red circle to close as Isak tosses and wraps all the covers and the whole duvet around himself. Even lets the video time out to ten seconds, puts a filter on it to make it a little brighter, and saves it to his memories.

The next morning as Isak rolls out of bed and is getting ready for school, he hears Even address him from the next room over.

"You know, you stole all the covers again last night." Isak snaps his head over to he direction of the kitchen from where he is at the table.

"Nei, I did not." He replies, his voice laced with childishness. Even returns from the kitchen with his tea mug in hand and sits down across from him.

"Ja, you did. You do every night. I freeze to death every morning, and you don't even care. You need to do something about it", Even says kind of smugly, raising his eyebrows as he sips his tea.

"Whatever", Isak says in English while narrowing his eyes. "You're just sensitive", he adds mockingly.

"You are aware that you have all the sheets wrapped around you when you wake up, right?" Even already knows he's won this argument.

"I- but- that's just- whatever", Isak sputters lamely.

Even nods in a way that seems like he just confirmed plans with a friend. Now Isak knows he's up to something.

Later that day, Isak, Even, and the rest of the Boy Squad are sitting around the courtyard chatting and eating lunch.

Jonas is retelling some anecdote about something embarrassing that happened to Magnus at a party on Saturday, Madhi occasionally interjecting a noise or a line to add the dramatic retelling. Magnus, meanwhile, sits by with a slowly reddening face as he sprinkles weak little "I did not"s and "That's not how it happened"s through the story.

Eventually the whole conversation spirals into The Best and Worst of Magnus anecdotes, which then get weaved into The Best and Worst of Isak anecdotes, because Isak is the boy's second choice of who to make fun of, Magnus claiming first of course. Jonas is currently reliving a story in which a girl in their elementary school class had a crush on Isak. Apparently, one day she tried to kiss him in the schoolyard, and he didn't know how to deal with it, so he just kicked her in the shin and walked away. All the boys thought this was extremely comical, Magnus in particular, who unnecessarily points out, "It's funny 'cause now he's with a boy now!" Even finds this whole story pretty hilarious and will definitely tease him endlessly about it later, but he has more pressing matters to attend to right now.

"Have I told you guys about Isak hogging all the blankets during the night?" Isak is immediately rolling his eyes, shaking his head, and saying, "Not this again, Even. You're so dramatic." All the boys turn to Even, Magnus' mouth hanging open slightly, all of them silently asking are you gonna do anything about this?

Even just gives a little shrug and drops it. Its okay, because he has a plan for later.

Later that evening, Isak is lying on their bed scrolling through his phone while Even sits at the table, sketching. Isak liked Vilde's latest post on Instagram, had scrolled through Facebook already, and was now checking Snapchat. Jonas posted a video of himself trying to film while skating, and ended up almost face planting. Eva posted a cute selfie of her and Penetrator Chris, Vilde posted a video of Chris talking about something weird and probably out of context, and Even posted- wait. Was he seeing this right? Even Even? Like, the Even he was dating that refused to post anything ever on his story Even? He clicks on Even's name.

Over the top of his sketchbook Even sees Isak jolt upright right before screeching an ear piercing, "EVEN! HVA FAEN!? HOW COULD YOU!?" Isak doesn't wait for an answer before he's springing up and crossing the room to Even, who is currently tipped back in his chair resting on its back legs and laughing his ass off.

"GIVE ME YOUR PHONE", Isak demands, and Even hands it over with a few more dissipating giggles. Isak opens the Snapchat app, pressing the three little dots on the right of the screen next to the My Story banner.  He scrolls down and presses on the video captioned “I told you, gutta”.Upon reading who all has viewed the video (Jonas, Yousef, Madhi, Mamma <3, Mikael, Adam, Noora, Magnus, Elias, Eva, Sana, Mutta, Eskild, Linn, Vilde, and Chris. So basically, everyone that mattered), Isak lets loose another sting of profanities while slamming his fists into Even's chest and whining at the loudest possible decibel. Even is back to shaking with booming laughter while weakly trying to calm Isak down.

Needless to say, Isak will definitely get him back for this.

Notes:

I don't know if I want to continue these. We'll see.

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[boelterdesignco]

5 Ways to Overcome and Use Creative Block Effectively

What Is Creative Block?

Creative block is when you feel like you are in a rut with your art. You can be outputting art regularly and one day just feels like you’re stuck. It’s like you forgot how to create art and feel bored with what you’re creating. It’s a feeling of total loss while everyone else around you is excited about creating wonderful works of art. You feel like you lost an ability. A sense of dissatisfaction with what you create or what you think you can create. These feelings are okay as an artist. It’s okay because it happens to us all. Picasso, Matisse, Pollack. — All of these artists have most likely gone through a creative block which impacted the work they created. You can tell because their work changed over their span of life. Picasso went from having a blue period to cubism. Matisse went from colorful still life and Fauvism to modern pieces that only used one color. Pollock went from abstract expressionism to the more infamous contemporary drip paintings he is now known for. We tend to think the creative block is a negative, but maybe we need to shine a positive light and begin thinking it’s a way our art is about to evolve.

Helpful Ways To Overcome & Use Creative Block Effectively

1. Start sketching and doodling in a personal sketchbook

Keeping a personal sketchbook by your side is a great way to keep your pencil active while your brain or heart isn’t. The first thing I pick up when I have creative block is my sketchbook. I don’t have to show my work to anyone but myself, and I don’t have to worry about what I put down on that paper. It can be a doodle, a quick sketch, a still life. It’s freedom from critique, and I can be free to go back to basics with just drawing shapes. I’m also able to pick up other mediums like different colored pens, inks, pencils, pastels, charcoal, or even lay down some collage. Not only do you leave the criticism aside, but a sketchbook is the best way to get your creativity sparked because you forget about the cost of paper. A sketchbook is a cheaper source to free your mind from using an expensive piece of canvas or paper. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve looked at a blank canvas and felt lost on what to create. Sometimes a new canvas or expensive piece of watercolor paper can create my creative block because I worry about the cost too much. When this happens, find your sketchbook. It might lead to your next great painting.

2. Visit museums and gardens for inspiration

Creative block can be a great excuse to get yourself outdoors and explore. Removing yourself from your creative space and studio can help ease your mind from thinking about the need to create. A great place to visit is the museum. I like to visit a museum to find inspiration and educate myself on other artists, color, imagery, mediums, and more. It’s a good way to keep your brain actively thinking about your art without the stress of creating at the moment. Being outdoors is a good way to find inspiration. Everywhere you look is color and shape. You can look at a building or landscape and think about what you're looking at to see if anything sparks your creativity. Switch it up and visit a botanical garden. Botanical gardens are therapeutic and relaxing while being very inspiring with loads of color, landscape, and shapes. While in Phoenix, Arizona, I visited the Desert Botanical Garden and left with loads of pictures and inspiration. I went home and painted tons of cacti and landscapes. Whenever I feel like I get a bit of creative block coming, I look back in my photo album from that trip and it gets me excited to paint.

3. Take a trip to the art store and seek out new mediums/materials

Not only will visiting the art store spark some creativity but coming home with a bunch of new supplies will get you excited to create. If you’re still feeling lost while in the art store, you can always pick up a new medium or paper product. As artists, we have so many different mediums at our disposal. Last year, I went through a creative block while I was painting with watercolors. I had seen some artists using gouache as a medium and I really wanted to give it a try. I was a bit torn about spending more money on a new medium but I’m so happy I did. I have found a new medium that I’m in love with, and if I never gave it a shot I think I could be going through more cycles of creative block. If you’re unsure what type of medium to switch to, a good source of inspiration can be found on Instagram and Pinterest. You can always look at an artists social page to see what products they tag or click on their website to see if they have a section that lists the products they use. Don’t be shy to ask the artist. I’ve had many people ask me what type of paint I use, and I always tell them. I also have a list of products I use and recommend that you can find here.

4. Play with line, shape and color

Another good way to battle the creative block is taking a step back and playing with line, shape, and color. It can be fun and less stressful when you allow yourself to play around. Often, even when I don’t have a creative block, I like to sit down and paint different colors on paper. This not only helps me see what my paint will look like when it’s dry but also gives me a sense of what colors look great next to each other. This might set you up with a future palette that you’ll want to try out with an old drawing or painting. Drawing senseless shapes and lines are also a good way to let your mind be at ease. Try drawing shapes and lines on a piece of paper while allowing your mind to be stress-free. Don’t think about the lines and shapes you create. After it dries, go back and use colors to fill the spaces. Another way to ease your mind on creating but staying active is by creating a color wheel. You can create a variety of color wheels using different colors you might have. Try creating a color wheel with colored pencils, gouache paints, acrylics, oils, or watercolors. All of these color wheels will help you in the future when you find that boost back into creating.

5. Take a break

Sometimes, you just need to take a break altogether. It’s okay to take a break. Especially if it will help you forget that you even have creators block. You’re mind and heart will let you know when it’s time to create again. I once took a year or more off while I was in college, but there was always something within myself that made me have an urge to create a piece of art. Whether it was creating a large collage on canvas or a simple sketch — the urge of creating has never left my mind. While taking a break, spend some time cleaning out your art supplies, organizing your art bins, and archiving old artwork into archival storage boxes. You might come across a pen, a tube of paint, or a piece of paper that will excite you to create something. During your break, take a class such as a cooking class, learn how to give a massage, or try a new workout studio to keep your mind active. I’ve taken mixology classes that are very interactive and you can be creative while creating a drink. These can be fun and less stressful while being creative. While you’re at it, you can invite a friend or have a fun date night.

Conclusion

I hope these tips on overcoming and using creative block effectively are useful. I know it’s never easy battling creative block, but if you can find any positivity through it, then you might just find a new artistic style or hobby. Whether it’s taking a new class, playing with colors, taking a trip to the art store, or visiting the museum; I hope that you keep your mind actively seeking creativity.

My personal feeling: Recently, I’ve been battling with my own creative block. I have spent time painting different shades of gouache in several shapes to see what palettes I love, I picked up new art supplies (oil paint sticks) at the art store, and started a passion project creating different patterns of color and geometric shapes to create different styles of packaging. These have helped me tremendously and I have felt a new spark of creativity.

#creative block #blog

[dripthestory-blog]

I’ve been at my desk for 23 of the last 24 hours. That’s nothing to boast about; I’m clearly overdoing it. The fact that I know I’m overdoing it does absolutely nothing to change the fact that my mind won’t let me sleep, won’t let me quit. Tonight I learned what it means to bleed for my art. I literally worked my fingers bloody. I just couldn’t stop. I don’t know why; I’m so compelled to draw, it’s like this feeling inside my chest, this clawing thing, and when I stop I can’t think of anything else.

This is what bleeding for art feels like.

My wife came home from a friend’s dinner party around midnight. She’d had a few drinks throughout the evening, her mood was good. She was happy to see me.

“Come to bed,” she said. “I’ll feed you.”

Could she have known I hadn’t eaten all day? Did J tell her? Do wives gain some sort of sensibility about these things over time?

I don’t think I raised any flags today at work, but just in case—a reminder:

Dear Self,

Eat lunch today. Try to seem happy for J. If he starts raising concerns to the wife, all shall be lost. She’ll endeavor to make us sleep, and we can’t work if we’re sleeping. We dream best when we’re awake.

Love,

R.

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I’ve become very skilled at laying awake until I know she’s sleeping soundly next to me. When I hear her breathing change, I get up slowly—careful not to wake the dogs—and slip out of our bedroom. Tiptoe up the stairs, until my office door clicks shut behind me, and I’m free to work again.

That sounds a lot worse than it is. I love my wife very much. She is the entire reason for everything I do; my inspiration, my muse. I want to spend time with her. But these days, something else drives me. It’s become something of an obsession.

15 days

I started drawing on May 28th. Maybe that sounds unbelievable. I have photographic evidence if you’d like to see it. I’ll sign an affidavit.

The last time I really drew anything was in the 9th grade. I shared the 1st period of the day with a girl named R, a senior and fellow musician. I’d known her for some time and was quite fond of her. It was just the two of us in the class; an independent study. We helped our choir teacher grade papers or sort old sheet music. Meanwhile, I developed a steady crush on R.

We had this comic we would draw every day. We called it The Adventures of R & R. It was terrible. We laughed and doodled away the mornings the entire first semester of high school. In hindsight, those were some of my fondest memories of high school.

Later that year, R graduated and left for college. I found her at the ceremony and gave her the comic, which I’d bound with glue and staples and covered with a plain white folder, aptly labeled “The Adventures of R & R” in big letters across the cover.

Years later, R found me in a bookstore on campus. She was teaching music, and she asked if I’d like to meet for coffee. I was delighted. I agreed to meet her later that evening. We met on campus and walked to the coffee shop together. It wasn’t until we sat down that she told me about the surprise.

“I have something for you,” she said. “Close your eyes.”

Her smile made me nervous. Did she know about my crush? Was she going to kiss me? Would she tell me she’d had a crush on me all along, that she’d been waiting these last four years so I could join her and we could live happily ever after?

It’s only fair to point out here that I had a serious girlfriend at the time of our meeting, a high school sweetheart, and I was in direct violation of the established boundaries of that arrangement; however, being eighteen and horny and alight with the possibility of fulfilling a years-long fantasy, I forewent the bonds of my relationship and decided that whatever happened, happened. In retrospect, part of me feels like a scumbag, and part of me, the romantic part of me, gives a cheesy thumbs up at the camera before tossing back a tall glass of sangria.

“Close your eyes! Okay, keep them closed. No peeking.”

“What is it?”

“Hush. Open your hands. Okay, you ready?”

“Ah, shit.”

“Open your eyes.”

It was better than a kiss.

“The Adventures of R & R.” My first (and last) daily comic, and my only attempt to ever draw regularly, albeit only for fun.

Fast-forward. Scrub almost fifteen years ahead. Stop. Roll footage.

That horny teenager in the coffee shop with a makeshift comic book in his sweaty hands seems to have lived and died a hundred lifetimes ago. Yet here we are, doodling away the mornings…

Only, this time things are different. The girl has changed. This new girl is so much more. A high school crush could never hold a candle.

These days I write poetry and stories and occasionally pen an essay for an online publication or two. I run my own business and have no time for doodling beyond the necessitated dry erase sketch, something quick; at the moment, that’s all I really have a need for. The spontaneous sketch is perfect for dredging up some creative sparks or even perhaps rousing my sleepy partner out of a fog.

Certainly nothing of the serious variety, these doodles.

And then, May 28th happens.

There’s nothing in particular worth mentioning about that day, except that like most days, I was up late writing, working on the DRIP narrative. For some reason, I felt a stronger-than-usual urge to draw, so I pulled out a sheet of printer paper and a fountain pen.

  I created my first stippling illustrations that day. I didn’t even know the word for “Stippling.” My business partner saw the piece when he came into the office later that morning. He’s an art school graduate and was happy to show off some cool resources where I could see more examples of this style of art.

In the last fifteen days, I have created more than two dozen original illustrations. Some of them are more intricate than others; a few of them are fairly elaborate, like yesterday’s piece:

“Sabbat de Luna”

With zero arrogance whatsoever, I want to say that I’m very proud of the work—and the progress—I’ve made in the last fifteen days. Truth be told, I’ve dreamed of being able to draw my whole life. Growing up with comics and graphic novels was torture. I wanted so badly to be the guy drawing badass Batman comics in the margins of his notebooks during class; instead, my skills were largely limited to stick figures and basic shapes. I couldn’t even draw a straight line. I still feel I have trouble with perspective.

Yesterday, I read “Perspective Made Easy” by Ernest R. Norling. It’s a marvelous guide to the line of sight, the horizon, and perspective by way of breaking complex shapes and structures down into more basic forms. If you’re interested in learning how to draw, pick it up on Amazon.

After reading the book in the early hours of the morning (it’s a quick read, and a page-turner. I went through the entire book, even with some of the exercises, in about two hours) I decided to play with perspective, shading, and horizon.

I’d had this scene in my head:

Night. A silver-lit field. Empty sky, save the moon, which shines full and bright above. Four hooded figures dance around a short flame. A drum beats softly in the darkness. The figures are humming as they dance. From the shadows emerges a ram carrying on its back a host of temptations and decadence. The figures worship the Ram. They succumb to its offering, and eventually, themselves become an offering.

I didn’t want to do the scene with a basic drawing of a field and hooded or robed figures. That’s too on-the-nose (as J would say) and it’s been done countless times.

I decided to start a stipple. Rather than start from the corner or the edge of the page, I broke another personal comfort zone guideline and began dotting near the center of the page, just off to the right. I turned the sketchbook every direction as I traced until I had about an inch covered in dots. Then I dropped to a much smaller pen and started filling in the spaces.

I’ve used this same technique to create all the new illustrations I’ve made since May 28th.

I have no idea how I’m doing it.

If you know, or if you can explain it; if you’d like to wager a guess; if you’d like to call me a liar, please. Step right up. Drop me a line in the comments.

I’ve had dozens of friends reach out over Snapchat and Instagram and Text message in the last two weeks.

“How are you doing this?”

“Where is this coming from?”

“I didn’t know you could draw!”

Well, funny you should mention it…

I can’t.

Or, at least, I couldn’t.

Until May 28th.

A secret fear:

What happens if I wake up on June 28th and it's gone? Easy come, easy go? Will I fight? Will there be consequences?

Something inside me needs this. I can’t explain it, so I’ll stop trying.

It’s 5:03am here in the US (eastern time), and a thunderstorm has taken to beating on my window. I think I’ll open up and let it in.

I need to clear my head and mildew the carpet a bit.

Until next time, love.

  .R

Bleeding for art. Letter to Myself. A Secret Skill. 15 Days. The Ritual. Thunderstorms. I've been at my desk for 23 of the last 24 hours. That's nothing to boast about; I'm clearly overdoing it.

#art #balance #bizarre #creativity #drawing #illustration #insomnia #learning #life #love #stippling #surreal

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july: week three

17: i was really awake at 7:15 am when my alarm woke me up, but i went back to sleep for like 5 more minutes to see what i would do in the dream i was having. LOL. well, i got up, did my hiit workout, and i had the hardest time lowering my heart rate so i could stop sweating and take a shower. .___.; after like 10 minutes, i was finally able to do it...kinda, but i had to take a shower anyway and eat breakfast and then get to work on time...ish haha. my heart rate has dropped back down to 53 bpm :) yay, it makes me happy that it’s normalizing again. my face was pretty red and i was still sweaty when i got to the train... it’s okay! i just gotta keep going and wake up earlier to give my body time to cool down. the moment i walked in, cait was like woahhh, where have you been and etc. aw, it was nice welcome back chat with her, raj, joe, and charles. some of the devs weren’t there because they had to go to their client site and everyone apparently, just rolls in later on in the day now :O lol so my not being there is not a big deal :P

i started my work day by filling out an enrollment form for benefits! i’m getting my own dental insurance -- i feel so adult. lol. then i started working on templates mixed in with some internet errands. it’ll be a short week for me because i’m taking the day off to celebrate kevin’s birthday with him on thursday :3 hmm being at the office again is so far, refreshing. i got a good amount of work done and got to catch up with phil after lunch. charles made lunch plans so i went to south station to get food from the taco party food truck but they weren’t there... so i had to do some social media hunting and i found them down the street next to gogi on the block. i got their deep fried tofu and chorizo seitan taco with a side of tortilla chips and pinto dip. mmm. i ate all of that at my desk and i was so fullll. then i ate some of the cherries i brought from home. i ate so much that i was pretty uncomfortable in the tummy for the rest of the day lol.

i continued working until 4 pm and i got real worked up about tax withholdings and allowances because something changed in my paycheck and i was trying to figure out if i needed to fix it... sigh. then i noticed that haowei and charles dipped real quick after coming back from a bathroom break... raj said he hurt physically somewhere and cait, michelle, and i were all worried and watching him lol. then i left to catch the train where this lady (she was injured / had a limp) decided to take the stairs while the braintree train was approaching. the guy behind her turned around and ran down the other side of the stairs and i just stayed behind hoping that i would make it. then she stopped midway... and when she finally got to the bottom, my train JUST left. omg, i was in such a rage. it felt like she did it on purpose because she looked back at me right after the train left and then said nothing and stopped again. i just walked around her. the next train was 15 minutes away and it was flipping packed. i had to be standing behind the most inconsiderate human being. this guy decided that he owned the entire aisle and just let his body hang out 3/4 of the aisle while holding on to the top of the holds. his hand was inches away from my butt and i was putting all my body weight on my still healing foot. i was so ticked off that i kind of pushed him whenever i could and etc but he kept taking up space -_____-” #commuterrage

he left and i got a seat on the train for the rest of the ride. i picked up packages and had to get a trolley because one of my packages was just so freaking heavy. i only realized what it was when i opened it in the apartment... me and my mom got kevin a boos cutting board and i decided to splurge and get him the largest one... i didn’t expect it to be so damn heavy. well, i read 6.5 lbs but it was SO heavy. i decided to hide it along with the boxes (just in case we need to return for a more practically sized one) under half of the bed lol. then i went to play with the new smartphone lenses i got in the mail as well. the wide angle one works like a dream and the macro one is okay... i don’t think i’ll be using that one much anyway. when kevin came back, i debated on whether to keep or return them... i made a snapchat video and asked people and they all said to keep it. i had sort of an anger episode after telling kevin about my day and what i should do about my paycheck stuff and ugh, i just couldn’t not yell and kinda shake things around. i ran around the apartment yelling ‘why ______?! why ____?!?!’

then i exercised while kevin cooked steak for dinner. the video i did was more cardio than strength so i did a lot of cardio today and i was wiped out. i took a shower and then kevin and i ate his deliciously cooked steak topped with the most delicious onion glaze ever. we watched izombie, i cut up all the dying strawberries, we ate them, and then kevin went on a small run. he’s starting to do cardio now and he told me to keep him honest... WILL DO >:D haha. i did my pt stretches and iced my feet while reading a chapter of the journey mapping book. then i brushed and got into bed just right before 12 am. i stayed up relieving an itch to edit a picture i took today with the wide angle lens, updated to instagram, and then went to sleep at 12:30 pm. zzzz. i was working from home tomorrow so i would get enough sleep to wake up at 8 am. :)

18: i woke up at 8 am, did some hip hop cardio, showered, ate breakfast, and woke up kevin. then i started work, got fired up over an article about a girl’s post on linkedin that talked about job rejection (very generic) and how she is now getting job offers and that the linkedin post is now viral -__-”, and then got even more bummed out when i was talking to cole and he revealed that all the teams at t7 will be separated when we move office locations :/ and also that the dev team went to check out the space yesterday and left me in the dark... well, i’m not in the dev team so i guess i have no right to feel sad or left out, right? it’s gonna be an interesting move :/ sigh. i ate lunch while we had our all-hands and then went to pick up kevin’s present from the package concierge :) the packaging for the thing i got him is so on point. i’m so excited to surprise him thursday morning (:

i hopped on a call with phil and dave before stand up and we figured out some things. i pointed out some design details that could be addressed -- i’ve been feeling akjnskdf about my tasks right now because everything feels so disorganized with the new features even though it’s supposed to be easier to use the product :/ well, we figured stuff out, got on stand up, and then i worked on the templates for a bit and stopped because we have a trial with a potential customer tomorrow and we didn’t want to import any unfinished sample journey maps in there if i was working on any. i got pretty tired from everything that happened in the morning so i doodled a bit to make myself feel at least a bit better before taking a nap and then doing my ab workout. after i finished, i took some pictures for pas with the wide angle lens i got and also talked to vivian for a bit on chat. kevin came back early from climbing, showered, and then we cooked right away because both of us were pretty hungry.

i rested my foot while editing my instagram and stuff. my foot started to hurt a bit but nothing is swollen. i may have done too many jumps today and yesterday... we ate dinner while finishing the latest season of izombie?! i didn’t know we went through it all that quick ): now we have to find something new to watch and / or just wait for our shows to come out again. the rest of the night, i did my pt stretches while watching half of an episode of beat shazam and then read a chapter in the journey mapping book while icing my feet. then i got ready for bed and had the hardest time falling asleep... :( i knew i wasn’t gonna get a good night’s rest by the time i did ko...

19: i had a slight headache when i woke up and my foot kind of hurt so i did low impact cardio in the morning. then i showered and ate breakfast. my stomach was cramping a lot so i decided to work from home in the morning and then head over to the office after my physical therapy appointment. i fell asleep trying to wake up kevin LOL but then i woke up and got started on work. i put on the latest world of dance episode and then continued creating templates. my stomach felt slightly uncomfortable the rest of the morning... i ate some plain buns before heading out to physical therapy. i had a bit of a longer session today because it was my last. there was some swelling in my foot again but that’s because i did 2 hiit workouts in one day on accident... i got a good farewell and then walked over to the office. i ate lunch before hopping on stand up and getting on a call. after that, i wrapped up what i did today and then headed out to pick up kevin from work at around 4:30 pm. i looped around to grab kevin a slice of cake from flour bakery and got lost doing that... so i was really sweaty by the time i got to kevin. it was soooo humid and hot today.

we walked to south station because the silver line was working above ground today and it was too hot for that. we got to south station and it was PACKED. we waited for 2 trains and then rq’d and made a reservation at a restaurant on opentable and walked over there LOL. we actually made a reservation for miel, a restaurant i booked for tomorrow’s dinner... so i had to tell kevin and he just laughed and called himself clever... haha. we were the first ones to get dinner and we also looked really out of place with our attire HAHA. we were also super sweaty. kevin got scallops and risotto and i got ratatouille pasta with red wine sangria. the sangria was good~ the pasta was subpar, but kevin’s food was deliciousssss. lol we felt too out of place to ask for the pasta to go in a box so the waiter took it and we never saw the rest again. oh well~ :/ by the time we finished eating, south station was pretty empty. we got home and just chilled out. i didn’t exercise in the evening because i walked like 40+ minutes in the humidity and i sweated a lot. so i just showered and watched beat shazam before hopping into bed at around 12 am. i stayed up to wish kevin a happy birthday of course :)

20: i got out of bed at 10:30 am or so and then set up all of kevin’s gifts on the island, wrote him a card, and made the gifts look presentable LOL. kevin already knew that he was getting a cutting board, but not the skillet and the accessories :) i woke him up at around 11:20 am and then brought him to the island and he was actually so surprised. i thought he knew i was going to get him a cast iron skillet because i’ve been telling him that we should cook steak and etc. haha. he got caught up in reading about seasoning it but then we got ready to leave for brunch at brownstone! the ‘t’ trains got there whenever we got on the platform so we had perfect timing today. we ordered drinks and got delicious egg benedicts and hash. i got the duck and sweet potato hash and kevin got the pulled pork benny. everything was delicious~ they even put a candle in his english muffin LOL <3 we got midday tipsy from drinking and walked around copley mall for a bit before going home.

we chilled on the sofa for a while when we got home. kevin read fanfic while i talked to people on facebook messenger. then we drove to roche bros to get ingredients for steak dinner (: we got back and kevin started seasoning the skillet while i did my workout for the day. he looked so happy with that large af cutting board and skillet. :P i showered and then watched kevin cook. hehe, he looked so happy. kevin had to clean the skillet a bit after cooking so our food kind of got cold but still delicious! kevin made us roasted potatoes, asparagus, and a medium steak with mushroom and onions on top. mmm. we ate while watching ‘quanitco.’ lol i got hooked right at the very first episode and we watched maybe 4-5 episodes after because there is always a twist!!! i got ready for bed before 12 am and then spent the final minutes just cuddling with kevin :3 then i went to sleep. kevin handed me my feet xray bill though and i had to look at it before i went to sleep and it got me so tilted because they charged me more than the received estimate. .__. i spent some time looking up the massachusetts pricing transparency law for health care and just gave up and went to sleep at 1 am. i did not sleep well though.

21: the health care system in america sucks. i woke up in a pretty bad mood because i looked at my x-ray bill yesterday night and i woke up with the same disgruntled thoughts -_- after brushing my teeth, i called them and they said they had no record of the estimate i was given, but they did call to check and gave me 10% off my bill. so i guess it turned out alright because i ended up paying around what i was quoted for, but still, wtf, health care? after that call, i ate breakfast, and started my work day. i felt like i needed to exercise but i needed to get some actual work done today because i feel like i’m lagging behind in some ways. i did a good amount of work and then i fit in a 30 minute oblique workout before showering, washing the dishes, and making sure all is well in the apartment before heading out to meet kevin at the envoy. this meant me stressing out about meeting him later than usual. i did calm down on the train ride there and told kevin how i felt. the overnight bag was hella heavy though so i had to stop on the bridge and rest before meeting up with kevin. my back was soaked when i got there.

we checked in and went to our room first. the room was so nice :) i loved the sliding doors with the antique map designs on them. i really liked the tv and its placement right in front of the bed. kevin and i watched quantico before getting ready to head out to miel for his birthday dinner. it was a nice walk there but our dinner there wasn’t...well, the service was pretty bad and it might be because we used a voucher? but i’m not sure. we got seated outside right away but it took forever for our server (he reminded me of my grandpa) to get our order and get our food out. he forgot to make our sangria and apologized but we were almost at our entrees by the time he remembered. he kept disappearing and attended to other tables before us for some reason too. well, the food was pretty good. we got beef tartare, atlantic sole and gnocchi, steak and frites, and sorbet for dessert. mmm. we had to take our entrees back to the hotel only to find out that there wasn’t a mini fridge. well, our dinner was 2 hours long and we spent more than half of that waiting for our food. :/ so meh. we were really full when we got back so we rested and then got a bucket of ice for our food (didn’t use it though) and then we explored the hotel. they have a fancy af fitness center that we ended up not using.

we walked along the wharf and it was so nice :) then we spent the rest of the night watching quantico. the shower was nice too with the waterfall design and the space. the envoy also has fresh brand shampoo and lotion (ofc i took that stuff when we checked out). we got a vegan almond butter coconut ice cream sandwich before room service closed down for the night and it was DELICIOUS. we stayed up until 4 am and then went to sleep in the comfy hotel bed. what a day. what an experience with kevin (: <3 i hope he’s enjoying his birthday weekend so far. hehe i love spending time with him and staying in nice hotels lulz.

22: we did wake up at 10:15 am and then i ordered room service for us for breakfast. it was so exciting! :) i got steel cut oatmeal and kevin said it did taste better than regular oatmeal hehe. i also got $6 chamomile tea... why is tea so expensive at hotels? we watched an episode of quantico as we ate breakfast and packed. lol i think we’re very lbejafhsjdf about the characters right now. we finished packing and checked out right at 12 pm. then we stopped by starbucks so i could get a drink and get gold status again LOL. we finished the pink drink by the time we got to south station. when we got back to the apartment, i unpacked all of our stuff, chilled on the sofa for a while, and i tried on my warby parker glasses. i hated them LOL. the lenses caused a lot of chromatic abberation and made my eyes terribly small so i was not into them. the frames also felt/looked smaller than they were in the store?? kevin said they looked fine and he still liked them but i was not into them. so i asked him if we could drive over to south end to spectacles and check out their frames and etc.

even though he was tired, kevin agreed and then we left :) so grateful for this bear <3 we found a really good parking spot and then met paul, the owner of the store. he adjusted my glasses for me and checked the prescription and he suggested frames and etc. the moment i walked in there, i knew that i was gonna buy glasses from him and return my warby parker ones. kevin and i had a fun time trying on glasses. kevin was also bummed because we went down to the leasing office to make an appointment to see the apartment with the den earlier that day and she told us that they had someone else sign a lease for that apartment already... wtf? we’ve been talking to her about it for weeks and they mentioned nothing about this until now. i was ajkfnsjkf about it but not as much as kevin. i got these cute round “treasure” glasses and 1.74 high index lenses for $250. it would have cost about the same if i upped the lenses to 1.74 at warby parker as well.

we drove right to kam man because we were hungry and made a makeshift meal plan for the week because we’re leaving on friday. we split a beijing crepe and bought some buns. unff chinese sponge / chiffon cakes are the best. we were in and out real quick. we put everything away when we got home and then kevin played some hollow knight while i watched. then kevin went to cook and i did 30 minutes of cardio. we ate dinner while watching quantico and then kevin went to run in the fitness center and i just did dance cardio in the apartment. this new video is pretty great, but lots of jumping x( i stopped by the center to give company to kevin and then got distracted by talking to daniel about bartering LOL. kevin showered first while i did the dishes haha and then i showered and i think we stayed up watching quantico? maybe we didn’t...but it says on my fitbit that i went to sleep at 2:30 am... he might have gamed while i watched some thing on the ipad. zzz. well, we stayed up because we had nothing planned for tomorrow :)

23: it was our lazy day today. kevin got up at 10 am to talk to priya on the phone and i lazed in the bed until around 10:30 am. i ate a banana with peanut butter and some oatmeal for breakfast while i looked at this week’s coupons and planned my outfits for our upcoming trip on friday! i watched some youtube videos and then crawled back into bed after a bit. after his call, kevin made soup dumplings and i ate some along with leftovers. i did some packing while kevin gamed a bit and then we went to bj’s to use our coupons. we stocked up on a ton of meat and i got more contact solution and lotion~ we also got a 6-pack of lunchables...LOL. right when we got back, we split a pizza and nacho one. mmm they still taste the same. then kevin went to game while i did a bit of cleaning. then we watched a few more episodes of quantico and then kevin cooked japanese curry for dinner. i did 30 minutes of cardio while kevin cooked and then stopped to fold laundry. then we ate dinner and watched more quantico. i also talked to my mom for a bit and she told me to have safe travels~ we also ended up eating 5/6 lunchables by the end of the day and then i did 30 minutes of back and then 20 more minutes of hip hop cardio because i was feeling bad about eating them lunchables LOL. i showered and then got ready for bed and snoozed at around 12 am. wow, we did a lot today :O