''i like video games'' she said

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i feel like hazel didn't like the game. like when she said, "i didn't hate it" & insisted she "had fun" & "smiled". also her comment about not knowing they wouldn't be playing video games made it seem like she was annoyed at dnp & i think they could tell. do you know if she is very competitive? it sorta seems so. she looked genuinely frustrated that dnp, who made the game, beat her (also, i don't think you'd say this, but i'm NOT "hating" on hazel bc she's female & therefore a "threat" to phan)

I actually think that’s just Hazel. She’s a bit sour and sarcastic and cutting, that’s her humor. Definitely not to everyone’s taste, which is why she’s so divisive (I mean, outside of all the other stuff). I don’t know if it’s something shes’ gonna rush out and make everyone she knows plays, but I don’t think it’s a reflection of genuinely not liking the game

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Their is video evidence of her saying she doesn’t even like or play games.

1. Who cares. She’s just some random person, and was especially so when this whole thing started. who gives that much of a shit about what she has to say about video games

2. Here are the quotes. She said, “I’m not really a fan of video games, I actually had to learn a lot about video games in the process of making this.” and. “I would love to play video games, but I don’t want to go around shooting people and ripping off their heads.”

These are quotes from 2010 (2 years before her Kickstarter).

– Its possible to not be into something and then later be into that thing. I wasn’t into rubik’s cubes in 2010 and now I’m obsessed with them.

– She literally said, “i had to learn a lot about video games”, implying that she learned a lot about video games.

– If you follow her or pay attention to her or her organization now, it’s absolutely clear they they are interested in and follow the gaming industry fairly closely.

– If you watch the Tropes series, it’s obvious that she has played or at least researched many of the games she discusses. So if it’s true that she “didn’t play video games” in 2010, then she obviously changed that.

– Who cares


This is one of the 4 or 5 things that EVERYBODY always brings up, and it’s a pretty conspicuous example of quote mining. and I know how you feel because I used to bring this up too, but then I realized that I was cherry picking some random quote from half a decade ago to intentionally be uncharitable to her and not have to actually address her points.

okay, the reason that I get mad and antsy about posts that are like “despite what tumblbllblblbllblblr says you can like people who are problematic :)” is that God, “problematic” is the most vague wimpy bullshit baby umbrella term in the entire world

if my friend says “he’s my problematic fav ^_^” i instantly get worried because “problematic” can mean literally ANYTHING from “said something mildly insenstive about a political issue” to “voices distaste about those gosh dang horrible Latinos coming to steal American jobs” to “sexually harassed and groped his underage fans.” what did he do? who cares! it’s insignificant enough to just shove under a single bland inoffensive word and never touch it again, i guess

you’re allowed to like famous people (or like, shows or video games or whatever) that have flaws, but you can’t just hide bad things under a single tidy little word so can absolve yourself of any guilt you get over supporting a guy who’s beaten his lover or who’s whined about how there’s no more racism in America.

stop cooing to yourself and your followers that it’s okay to like ~problematic~ things, we GET it,
nobody’s perfect, so let’s move past that. grow a fucking spine and say words like “sexist” or “bigoted” outloud. and not just in a watered down “yeah she said some bad things :(” kind of way, get MEAN about! “yeah i like her work a lot, but i hate all that bullshit racist stuff she says on her Twitter” you’re allowed to like something while being loud, vocal, and angry about how much you hate the bad parts. be mean, be unpleasant, but never just be the person who gives a pass to all the bullshit that assholes can get away with in this world just because you don’t want to feel bad for liking a tv show or celebrity

Guys, I have so much to tell you about Will Roland

I may die penniless, unwed, and forgotten, but I will still die happy because I spent four hours of one long-ago summer in a song interpretation master class taught by Will Roland. 

I don’t even know where to BEGIN. To quote Rachel Bay Jones, Will…*bursts into laughter* oh my God, there’s so much Will.

Ramblings about Will Roland under the cut. This is my day with Will Roland.

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So I was looking at NSFW Reaper76 pictures in the mall

Let me tell you something.

I don’t care if people saw me looking at Jack eating Gabriel’s ass in public.
I’m dead inside.
Reaper76 has killed me.
I don’t care anymore.

The lady next to me just stared at my phone with me.
She was like a Latina lady in her 40’s ish mah dudes.
We looked at Reaper76 together.
It was a long as fuck awkward silence as I keep scrolling through the Reaper 76 tag until she finally talked to me.

I really expected her to call me out on it, but instead she asked.

“What show is that? Is he Latino?”

Like shit guys I didn’t expect her to be so casual.

“It’s from a game called Overwatch and yeah, he’s Latino, his name is Gabriel Reyes.”

Then she was just nodding to herself, now I started to care. I started to get nervous, guys I didn’t expect her to talk to me and be so casual about it.

Then she said, “A Latino in video game? And he’s gay? That’s even better, what game was it you said? Overwatch? I should get that for my nephew.”

I’m freaking out!?!?!?!?!??! I DIDN’T HAVE THE GUTS TO TELL HER THAT THE ART ISN’T CANNON. SO I JUST NODDED.

Then she told me how her nephew just came out to her family about being gay and he loved video games and IT’S HIS BIRTHDAY AND SHE WAS HERE AT THE MALL TO BUY HIM A GIFT.

GUYS I DIDN’T KNOW WHAT ELSE TO SAY.

She then thanked me and left towards the game stop. GUYS. GUYS.

REPRESENTATION IS IMPORTANT.

REAPER 76 IS DOING GOD’S WORK.

GUYS. GUYS. I’M FREAKING OUT.

GUYS. THIS LADY THINKS REAPER 76 IS CANNON.

GUYS.

highlights:

- that’s what she said (GIVE ME MORE DEEP VOICE INAPPROPRIATE PHIL you COWARDS)

- dan silently smiling at phil while he’s screaming at the ipad

- more of the copacetic shit yes spead it all over me like nutella

- sink that good. sink that game just like you should

- clings to my head. like a friendly friend // SHAH AHP

- i like putting shells up my ass / we’re keeping that // we’ll see how it flows

- a line was crossed

- *no concern in the voice whatsoever* you’ve got a friend? oh it’s a timer

- the EYELASH THING??? bros helping bros out by gently touching each other faces whenever they feel like it

- coke falling and dan not even trying to get up. someone’s in his underwear i see you

after midnight

“You’re my best friend.”

Part I / Part II
Pairing: Shawn Mendes x female character
Rating: Mature
Words: 3126

A/N: This is loosely based on some lines in Blink-182’s song After Midnight, and you should listen to it bc it’s a great tune. I started this ages ago and forgot about it and when I found it I loved it. I also snuck in requests - 3 from this and 79 and 148 from this. I hope you like it ^^


His hands are under her thighs, keeping her close, and her chest is pushed against him, her arms around his neck. Shawn walks lazily through the dark, moving carefully so as to not let her fall.

“You know, I wouldn’t do this if you weren’t my best friend,” Shawn slurs.

“I know,” she grins and turns her head on his shoulder to place a messy kiss on his cheek.

“I can’t believe you’re making me do this,” Shawn sighs, pushing up on his toes with force so that she moves higher up on his back, then stalks on slowly along the trail.

“You wouldn’t have had to. This is your fault by the way, you had it coming,” she accuses.

“How is it my fault?” His head snaps to the side and he stumbles, almost falling, but his hand takes hold of a low branch just in time.

“Well, you decided it was a good idea to take a shortcut through the woods while we’re both drunk this late at night and I’m wearing heels that are higher than Wendy was when we left, so it’s only fair you help me out by not letting me trip and die.”

Shawn laughs at her dramatic wording of the situation. “But you had fun though, didn’t you?”

“Loved it! Birthday girl is as alive as the night. You used to have a crush on her, right? Didn’t you get her number before? You never told me how that went.”

“We did talk, but we just stayed friends because she’s been with her girlfriend for years,” Shawn says, chuckling.

“Oh, that explains it. Girls are either blind or gay if they pass on you, because you’re a catch and you’re hot. I think you’re like, really hot.”

Shawn stops walking and turns his head to look at her. This isn’t something she would have said had she not been drinking earlier. He likes to think that their friendship is strong because of the way it has so many sides; they crack jokes at each other’s expense, and they bicker like an old married couple, but they also understand each other like one would their soulmate. They can read one another with a single glance, and they’re always there when the other needs them. They casually tell each other ‘love ya’ when they hang up the phone or when they text goodnight, but platonic is the word he would use to describe them. They’ve even given each other pep talks in order to boost their egos in preparation for first dates. This however, is nothing like that platonic love. These are uninhibited words, an honest thought, because she would never admit to finding him attractive like this.  

As if she’s realised what she just said, she clears her throat and brings her hands to his shoulders and loosens the grip of her thighs around him. “I think I can walk now.”

Shawn bends his knees to let her down and he realises that she must have been lying because she steadies herself on every other tree that they pass. They walk the rest of the trail in silence, which isn’t unusual for them when they’re alone together; they can spend hours sitting next to each other without speaking while he plays video games and she reads a book with her legs across his thighs. But this stillness is a shy lack of words that are replaced by the buzzing of bugs and an owl hooting somewhere among the trees.

A while later, they arrive at the edge of the forest and then they stagger through a suburb he’s not sure he recognises, but the houses look similar to the ones in his area so they keep going until he feels dizzy, the last of the consumed alcohol getting to him. They sit down on the sidewalk in front of somebody’s garage for a while as she rubs his shoulders and back as he fights the nausea.

“I swear, if you throw up…”

“It would be pretty embarrassing for me to puke on Craig’s driveway,” Shawn says.

“That’s his house?” She turns to the garden and recognises the place. “Then by all means, go right ahead. He was such a dick after the breakup. He deserves some vomit on his lawn.”

“Nope,” Shawn replies, slowly standing up. “I think I’m good now.” He starts to walk and she drunkenly waddles behind him.

They’ve gotten themselves deeper in the area when their roles flip, and she’s the drunker one as Shawn starts to sober up, and she seems to have gained a sudden adrenaline rush.

“Did you have one of the brownies?” Shawn asks.

“No, but I was there when they were smoking,” she giggles with a grin on her face.

“You are so high,” he teases.

“Who cares?! Carpe noctem!” she yells into the night, then turns and starts to walk in reverse.

“What does that mean?” Shawn laughs, affected by her contagious bliss.

“It’s like carpe diem, except, you know, night,” she smirks at him and shrugs, then turns around to skip ahead.

“Let’s carpe this frickin’ noctem!”

She looks so alive in that moment, with a big smile plastered on her face and her arms spread out as she runs. Shawn thinks that there is nothing else he would be doing than following her down this street right now and he feels his chest fill with a strange feeling he doesn’t quite get. He follows her and wraps his arms around her waist, spinning her around him. She shrieks and squiggles free of his grip before turning to him. Giggling, she pokes the end of his nose with her fingertip before running off again. 

Shawn catches up to her and slows her down with a hand on her shoulder then hooks his arm around hers for good measure, because the alcohol and the marijuana has definitely gotten to her, and the last thing they need is for her to run into a street lamp and come home bruised.

They wander around for what feels like ages, their slightly drunken state paired with their carelessness doing nothing to help, but Shawn realises a while later that the street signs are no longer blurry. He’s unsure of where exactly they are relative to his place so he tries to remember how the streets are placed, but his mind still feels a little groggy. They follow a curve of streetlamps, and after a while he understands that they’ve been walking in circles.

“Are we lost or do you know where we are?”

“I’m not so sure anymore…” Shawn trails off, slowly spinning around to have a look at their surroundings.

“You’re an idiot.”

“I may be an idiot, but I’m not stupid,” he defends. He spots another street sign that he recognises and finally, he figures it out. “Come here, I think I know where to go now.”

He decides that walking down a straight road is a much better idea and it takes them another twenty minutes that feel more like an hour, but soon enough they’re in front of Shawn’s backyard, slowly opening the gate and sneaking in like thieves.

“Home at last,” he sighs in relief.

“It wouldn’t have taken so long if we hadn’t gotten lost,” she mutters.

“I’ve taken that shortcut a thousand times, and that’s never happened to me,” he defends.

“Have you ever taken it after drinking?”

“You make a fair point.” Shawn shrugs, and his eyes fall upon the dark window of his sister’s room. “We have to be quiet,” he says, holding a finger in front of his mouth. “I think they’re asleep.”

“I’m not gonna have any problems being quiet, you’re the one with long, clumsy legs. And your balance is shit when you’re drunk,” she taunts.

“For your information, I have sobered up quite a bit. See,” he says, lifting one leg behind him as he leans forward with his arms spread out, but he puts his foot back down when he wavers.

“By the looks of your balance and your face you haven’t.”

“My face?” He asks, his fingers automatically going up to his cheek.

“You blush after two beers.”

“I do not.”

She pulls out her phone and quickly snaps a picture of him with the flash on, and he’s momentarily blinded when the light hits his face. When he blinks his eyes open he sees the picture of himself, eyelids tightly shut, nose scrunched up, and yes, cheeks flushed a bright shade of pink.

“Shit.”

“Damn right,” she says. “Let’s get inside now, I’m fucking freezing.”

“No, wait, I just had the best idea!” he grins. “What if we get in the jacuzzi?”

“Shawn, it’s two am.”

“You were the one who said ‘carpe noctem’. Are you too chicken to follow through?”

“No, but I didn’t bring extra underwear,” she whines.

“We can just get in naked!” He grins, an excited look on his face. “I promise to let you borrow my clothes,” he bribes.

She squints thoughtfully. “Fine. But if I’m going commando, so are you.”

“Deal.”

She undresses and gets into the water first as he turns away, and then he makes her cover her eyes as he sheds his clothes. He carefully dips his feet into the water first, then sinks into the welcoming heat.

“You can open your eyes now,” he says.

“It’s not like I needed to close them anyway, it’s pitch black. I can hardly see you.”

“Can you see me now?” Shawn asks as he moves closer until he’s sitting right next to her.

“Yes, your cheeks are like a neon sign,” she chuckles.

“Fuck off,” he laughs. “As much as a dick you are, this is nice. Let’s  make this a tradition. Every time we come to my place drunk, we get in the tub.”

“Are you serious?” She laughs. “What about during winter?”

“Right…” Shawn mumbles and thinks it over for a second. “Quickie. We just get in and get out.”

“Alright, but we get hot chocolate after.” She smiles at him quickly before her face falls. “I just realised that we’re gonna freeze our asses off when we get out of the tub. Can we just stay here forever?”

“I don’t think my parents would be too happy to find us naked in the morning.”

“Your parents,” she groans. “We have to get out.”

“But it’s so cold. Think we can just live with the embarrassment tomorrow?”

She deadpans. “I’ll bake you a cake if you get us towels,” she offers, her face now sporting a sweet smile.

Shawn makes his second agreement for the night, negotiating his way to a two tier cake with muffins on the side, even though he knows she would have baked for him anyways, then runs inside, knowing full well that she has a good view of his arse and will most likely tease him about it later. Shuffling through a cabinet in the bathroom, he finds two large towels and hurries back outside. When he returns with one of the towels hanging from his hips, she’s sitting on the edge of the tub with her back turned to him, arms twisted around her bare body. Her shivering figure is a pitiful sight, so he walks up from behind and wraps the other towel around her.

She flinches at the unsuspected contact, but relaxes when she sees it’s him. “Thanks,” she says, pulling the towel tighter against her. “I got it, you can let go now,” she says, looking up at his eyes when he doesn’t remove his arms.

“Uh, yeah, sorry.” He swallows and takes a couple of steps back, giving her some space.


Shawn passes her a t-shirt and steps into a pair of sweatpants himself while she pulls his shirt over her head, then slides in under the big blanket next to her, sighing at the comfort of his own bed.

“I love your pillows. They’re so big,” she says, shoving her cheek into one of them as she hugs another.

“Are you still drunk?”

She reminds him of his cat when she was still a kitten, how she would fall asleep curled into her own body, and he thinks that she looks pretty damn cute the way she resembles the feline, wrapped in his blanket and surrounded by pillows.

“No, ‘m sober, I swear,” she mumbles.

“Good, then I don’t have to take care of your drunk ass.” Shawn tugs the pillow that’s in her arms and places it beneath his head, smirking when he sees her appalled expression.

“That’s not fair, I’m freezing and it was keeping me warm,” she says, pulling the blanket tighter around herself.

“I need a pillow too,” he says. “But I can cuddle you, I’m warm.”

She places her palm hesitantly on his bare chest, then grins. “Oh my God, you are a furnace. Please hold me,” she pleads although he has already offered to, removing the barrier between them and shuffling closer.

Shawn voluntarily wraps his arms around her and she snuggles into him as he quickly rubs his hand against her back to generate heat. He inhales the smell of her shampoo, a floral scent he can’t quite place, and that strange feeling that he still doesn’t understand comes back. He feels his heart beat faster and he wonders if she realises, because lying in bed like this with her, this close, reminds him of the first time he had a boy in his bed. It reminds him of how he felt when the boy had placed his fingers on Shawn’s cheek and gently kissed him, how they had slowly explored each other with nervous hands. But he shouldn’t be feeling this way, and he definitely shouldn’t be thinking of kissing her because the person he’s holding is his best friend.

She hums and he is pulled back from his thoughts. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome. It’s the Canadian in me,” he chuckles.

“Uh, not technically, because you don’t have Canadian genes,” she says.

“I keep forgetting that. Well, then evolution has just done a great job with me. I’m also supposedly really hot.”

She chuckles, slapping his chest with her palm gently, and the quiet returns, but this time it’s nice. They don’t need to fill the empty air with small talk; they’re comfortable like this. Along with the comfort comes the thought of a them in Shawn’s mind.

“Did you know that I had a crush on you when we were twelve?” Shawn doesn’t know where the first words to break the silence come from, but they slip past his lips before he can stop himself.

“What?!” She moves abruptly, resting on her forearms as she faces him.

“Yeah. It wasn’t as much of a crush as I thought you were cute, but I also kinda wanted to kiss you, if that makes sense?”

“That sounds like a crush to me,” she laughs. She smiles above him, and Shawn think he sees a faint blush on her cheeks but tells himself he’s imagining things, but then she speaks, “I thought you were cute, too. I mean, I still think you’re cute. Now you’re my best friend.”

He grins, scanning her face for any message, but she just has a faint smile on her lips. Then he notices how her eyes move down, and he wonders, this is when he’s supposed to kiss her, right? That’s how she’d instructed him when he was nervous for his first kiss. He remembers how she had held his face between her hands, whispered against his lips, telling him how to make it better by going slow, and how she had pulled back just before their lips touched. She had told him that girls had a look on their face when they wanted a boy to kiss them, and he was almost certain that this was that look. Hell, he had kissed plenty of girls since, but this is his favourite person, and this means so much more.

He’s hesitant, but he recognises the movement of her eyes and how she licks her lips, and he knows. He lifts his head the slightest bit when she moves hers lower. Shawn thinks everything has stopped, his heart, time, the air around them; everything feels still. Then he realises how absurd the situation is, and he bursts into laughter.

She places her hand over his mouth, attempting to silence him while she giggles into his chest. He makes a strained noise under her hand, and licks her palm when she doesn’t remove it.

“Ew! Why would you do that?!” She wipes her palm against his stomach, and her hand lingers there for a second, and then her eyes look down to his exposed abdomen. “Shut up,” she mutters, when she sees the smirk on his face.

They lie like that for a while, quiet, close to each other, and grinning from ear to ear.

“You’re my best friend,” he says.

Then he moves closer again. She mirrors his movement, tilting her head slightly to the side. Their lips are nearly touching when he pauses, because he has to ask.

“Promise we’ll be okay after?” Shawn whispers the words, terrified of what they mean and what the impending kiss could mean.

“I promise,” she whispers just as quietly. Then she leans in until their lips are touching.

The kiss is sweet, innocent, and gently lingering. But then Shawn’s fingers move to tuck a lock of hair behind her ear and his fingertips brush her neck when he retracts his hand, but her neck feels like a good place for his fingers to be so he rests them there and slowly strokes the skin. She gasps at the feeling, and her mouth falls open, and then the kiss becomes kisses and they become fast and sloppy until sounds can be heard between their mouths. They pull away for a second to catch their breaths, but immediately resume. Shawn’s hand crawls up her back between the shirt and her flesh, and he rubs her back soothingly.

“Mm, too much tongue,” she mumbles against his lips.

Shawn pulls back, offended. “Too much teeth,” he counters.

“Sorry, I’ll be nice,” she laughs, delivering a gentle peck on his mouth.

Her lips are soft against his, and she just feels so nice, and Shawn thinks that he wouldn’t mind doing this more often.

“I think I like kissing you,” he mumbles.

“I think I like kissing you too,” she replies.

They kiss again for a while, slowly this time, until they stop because Shawn almost dozes off. So they hold each other close with loose grips and gentle hands and talk about everything but the kiss, because they don’t need to.

Steven Universe Podcast Highlights

For those of you without itunes lol

~ Steven/Rebecca played a lot of video games together as kids. Yoshi’s Island, Ocarina of Time, etc. They also watched a lot of anime/cartoons. Detective Konan and off-brand goldfish was a tradition of theirs. Boot-leg One Piece episodes with bad translations were also a thing.

~ Steven looked at Rebecca’s art growing up, and they collaborated a lot. He doesn’t think he would have continued art without her.

~Steven drew a lot of trains, Star War ships, etc. and Rebecca did more art about characters. They kind of still do that, now. (Backgrounds/Characters design)

~ Rebecca made sure she made a show that she always wanted to work on, because she knew it would go on for years and take up a lot her time (she learned this from her work on Adventure Time).

~ Steven’s world is a mish-mash of all the things Rebecca/Steven grew up liking together. Their home life, video games, shows they liked, books they read, etc. Once the crew got bigger, she asked them for personal elements to add into the show, too.

~ Best Advice given in early stages: Rebecca worked on Hotel Transylvania for a time, and got a lot of advice from the director. He suggested simplifying the early plot. As in, not having them hide the fact that they were gems, but instead focusing on Steven trying to catch up with their ability level, etc.

~ *talking about Hellboy* “Can I say hell? I’ve said hell… several times.”

~  The Goddess Ishtar was a huge influence on the imagery in the show (7 lions, stars, etc.)

~ The gem language does exist, and if you know what it is you can read it… But because Steven doesn’t know it right now, the audience doesn’t either. Maybe there will be an episode where Steven learns to read/write it in the future!

~ Rebecca notices when people get theories right, but doesn’t say when. She loved seeing people figure out that Garnet was a fusion, and was the one who drew in the Ruby/Sapphire’s silhouette in “Fusion Cuisine”. People got so used to the theory, they got tired of it. People didn’t get the simple idea that Ruby/Sapphire just wanted to be together. People thought you would lose Garnet if she was made up of two characters, or that they were fused because of a terrible accident, etc.

~ Rebecca and Steven find it surreal that people make memes out of things from the show, and things they wrote.

~ “Steven Reacts to Crying Breakfast Friends” was based off a fan reaction video of someone freaking out over Jailbreak and Garnet being a fusion.

~ “Last One Out of Beach City” was named after a song, but Rebecca didn’t realize until later that people would take the title as being ominous.

~ Rebecca Sugar really likes Betty Boop, and references it in “Adventures in Light Distortion” when everyone is shrinking and growing.

~ Because the show was about Rebecca and Steven’s relationship, and how she could just be herself around him, the show comes from a place of being “truthful” about their lives and themselves. The LGBT themes, the positive body representations, etc. came from that and occurred naturally, not always intentionally.

~ Rebecca and Steven have grown along with the show, and Steven Universe has grown with them. The crew has helped a lot with this, because they all have different opinions, life experiences, interests, etc. to bring to the table.

~ Steven ( Zach Callison) and Connie (Grace Rolek) are on next week’s show! (Thursday) Subscribe to the podcast on itunes! Hit everyone up on twitter, too!

i know i know im late, but i just watched the clip and do you think the moment yousef realized sana unfriended him he just kind of, sat down and blinked. like maybe he was chilling laughing with the other boys at the skate park or playing video games at Adam’s place and when Elias did something or said something funny, his first response was to go and text Sana because she’d love that. And it’s like it’s not gone unnoticed that Sana hasn’t been responding to him, but he brushed it off as needing a few days to adjust and all she has to see is that he’s serious about her, religion or not. So he goes to text her Elias’s dumb move or joke or something and she didn’t come up immediately in messanger. which is weird.. so he clears his throat and throws a weak smile at one of the boys and searches through his friend list, the pit in his stomach growing deeper and deeper and- yeah it was confirmed Sana is no longer in his friend list.

So he shuts his eyes for a second to escape the burning and clicks his phone off. And when Elias punches him in the shoulder (because he’s been trying to get his attention for like 30 seconds), Yousef just shoves him back and stands up, grabbing his stuff and throwing a hand up, saying ‘i’ve got to go’ and stomps out the door without another word. because if someone had tried to stop him, he would have- he might have lost it. So he walks home, head down, and when he gets to his room, collapses on the bed and just regrets everything.

Metanoia 1

You find yourself stuck in a virtual reality only to fall in love with the main game character.

Series Warning: None other than fluff & eventual smut.

Originally posted by boo-t-s

Wordcount: 1.1k

Your life that consisted of waking up early in the morning, getting ready for college, going to college, coming back home, having the smallest amount of time to yourself before eating dinner and going back to sleep again. At least you had some friends to go out with from time to time to distract your from the repetitive life you owned.

On the day of your 18th birthday you had received a delivery to your door with your name as the recipient. It was too early in the morning to be expecting birthday gifts but you made no ordeal about it, the more the merrier. You walked into the kitchen with the box in hand laying it on top of the grey marbled kitchen counter, heading to the fridge to drink your usual Saturday juice, at least today you didn’t have to go anywhere and enjoy the comfort of your own house. 

“Good morning sweetie” your mom greeted you with a smile on her face “and happy birthdaaay!!!!!!!” before showering you with kisses and hugs.

“Oh my god Mom I’m 18 not 8! Don’t kiss me” you tried to resist her as you both giggle.  

“What’s this?” your mom asked curiously as it was her turn to head to the fridge.

“I don’t know…. Did you or dad order anything for me?” you replied honestly.

“No, we didn’t order anything hunny… if you referring to your birthday gifts we went out and bought them personally” she said, “Who is it for?” she asked as she brought out a water bottle from the fridge. 

“It’s for me” you said, “Maybe it’s from Hannah?” you asked as you attempted to rip out the worn-out tape that shut the box closed. When you unwrapped all the tape, the box revealed to what looked like a virtual reality headset along with a video game that had no cover, just plain black. Strange. You would think video games would always come with some fancy cover to attract gamers. Ironically, it had only made you more curious to play the game and see what it’s about. 

“Is this supposed to be for your brother?” your mother laughed in confusion as she peered into the box.

“Maybe?” you said before reaching the bottom of the box in attempt to find something else to indicate what or to who this box belonged to “Oh wait, I think I found something” you pulled out a white card. 

“Sorry Y/N. It was the only way” you read out the content of the card loud for your mom to hear too. 

“The only way? That doesn’t bring good thoughts” your mom said as she put the headset and the video game in the box “Take it out. I don’t want it in the house” she told you sternly before going upstairs.

“But mom! I wanna know what it is” 

“And curiosity killed the cat!” she yelled from the level above.

You sighed… What did they mean? Who sent this to you? 

“Taehyung good timing!” You yelled excitedly to your older brother who entered the kitchen grumpily 

“Why are you so loud even at early mornings” he asked bewildered at your behaviour. 

“Hey! It’s my birthday” you nudged his side.

“I know… Happy birthday you loud princess” he kissed your forehead before noticing the box in front of you. 

“What’s that?” he asked you curiously.

“I don’t know really… Someone sent it to me it’s a virtual reality game I think” you answered while munching at an apple.

“What game is it?” he asked while taking the content out the box.

“I don’t know but I really wanna find out” 

“You can use my console its upstairs, I think you can play it with a play station” he said 

“Really? Can you help me set it up” you asked.

“Only because it’s your birthday” he grinned before taking the box upstairs.

“Alright… Can you see anything?” Your brother asked you.

“Oh my god! Yes! This is amazing Taehyung!” You replied as you hold a view of a castle in your eyes, the scene in front of you was like a scene from a movie and you felt like you were it’s main character. Turning around you can see a long path connected to deep woods. 

The castle was the deepest shade of black, almost too scary to look at but it captivated you. The dark walls were whirled with remnants of nature and age, crawling up the high walls. You walked to the main gate of the castle using your brother’s console remote.

“Taehyung, I-I this is amazing, it feels so real” you speak out before you were stunned by light, it was so strong that you took a step back nearly tripping over your own foot and dropping the console. Soon after you were welcomed by the same view from before, you squatted down to look for your only navigator of the game to find nothing by your feet. You lifted your hands to remove the virtual reality headset to find nothing on your head but the strands of your own hair.

What the fuck?

You were panicking for a good 10 minutes. You convinced yourself this wasn’t real, you were definitely dreaming. You looked around to inspect your surroundings, you looked up at the sky to see the dark clouds welcoming thunder before they cracked open to pour down rain. You felt it, You felt the cold, you felt the wet drops, you felt everything. How is this real? To avoid getting more wet, your only choice was to enter that castle and face whatever was behind the walls. Your instincts kicked in, and your panic heightened as you pushed that door open.

It was empty. Dark and empty. 

“Hello?” you called out to the open, knowing this is well how people get killed in horror movies. There was only silence.

“Is anybody here?” you tried again. 

“Fuck” you grunted knowing you will have to walk further and try to understand where you are and how you can escape. You should’ve listened to your mom and kicked that box outside your house. 

“Is anybody there?!” You shouted as your tears collected in your eyes, you were all alone.

“Help! Anybody?!” You tried again.

“Is any-“ You were cut off by a hand over your mouth, instructing you to be quiet making you squirm and struggle out of his hold. 

“Be quiet! You’re going to get us all caught!” you heard the man behind you whisper into your ear, his breath tickling your skin.

Eddie Kaspbrak: Gauze

Pairing: Eddie Kaspbrak x reader (female)

Originally posted by beepsrichie

Warnings: richie tozier’s trashmouth

Red liquid oozed out of (y/n)’s knee at a slow pace, and she has her bottom lip jutted out. Tears brimmed her eyes, but there was no way that she’d ever let Richie know that.

“Oh damn- (y/n) are you okay?” He said and offered her a hand to help her stand back up.

(Y/n) tried to smile and laugh it off, but winced once she had stood up and put weight on her knee.

“It’ll be fine, not the end of the world.” She said, trying to seem tough for some reason.

(Y/n) and Richie had been walking to school for the first day of freshman year, and (y/n) had dumbly tripped over a rock in the street. She had been distracted, telling Richie about the cute guy that she had caught a glimpse of when she went to town to get some food yesterday.

“What are people going to think about you if you have scratched up knees?” Richie joked, and (y/n) elbowed him in the rib and sighed. Now that she had stood up, she continued walking and ignored Richie’s vaguely inappropriate joke.

“Anyways- I went downtown, and I saw this gorgeous boy!”

“Was it me?” He asked. (Y/n) smiled and shook her head no.

“Jesus Tozier.” (Y/n) sighs.

“He was short. He had pale skin, but dark hair and freckles and I got so nervous that I didn’t even say hi to him!” She says as she continued talking about the boy that had given her a butterflies.

“If I wasn’t so nervous I would have wifed that boy up- he was super cute.” (Y/n) said and smiled over at Richie, who has smirk on his face.

When his pace slows down a little, (y/n) looks ahead and notice that the high school is really close.

“Welcome to hell.” He says with a grimace

When (y/n) and him approach the school, a group of boys greet Richie with smiles and waves. Except for one boy who looks at Richie like he wants him to die (even though he hasn’t said anything yet).

(Y/n) breaths out sharply, and repeats the words of her greeting in her head so that they can avoid making a fool out of herself.

“Hello! My name is (y/n)! I’m new here, and I’m also Richie’s neighbor. It is very nice to meet all of you!” (Y/n) recites from memory and tries to have the friendliest look possible on her face.

“N-nice t-t-to meet you (y-y/n)!” Stutters a tall and thin brunette boy.

They each go one by one and introduce themselves. The stuttering one is Bill, the one who looks like he wishes for Richie’s death is Stan, the smiley dirty-blond boy is Ben, and (y/n) breath hitches when they lay eyes on the last boy.

(Y/n) grabs Richie’s arm and looks at him with wide eyes.

“That’s him!” (Y/n) whispers frantically

“Wha-”

“The boy from my yesterday! That’s him!” She whisper-yells again.

The last boy makes a confused face and frowns slightly.

“Hi, I’m Eddie” the boy says, and (y/n) looks at him with eyes still wide and realizes how rude that she is being.

“Hi, I’m (y/n).” She says to him.

“Yeah… you already said that?” Eddie says and laughs awkwardly.

The group of boys continue to talk about typical teenage boy things (video games, comics, girls) until the bell for first period goes off.

The group breaks up as everyone goes to class, and (y/n) finds themselves walking in the same direction as Eddie.

She glances at him every 5 seconds as the two walk together.

“Hey (y/n)- maybe this is weird of me to say, but I feel like we’ve met before. Have we or am I crazy?” He laughs nervously

“Oh… I-uh.” She says back, equally as nervous.

“I think I saw you at the grocer’s yesterday?” She says awkwardly with a painfully obvious forced smile.

“Oh! So that’s how I remember you!” He states, and (y/n) sighs, happy that she seems less creepy now.

For the rest of first period, the two of them talked and laughed, simply enjoying eachother’s company.

Around lunch time, (y/n) is sat in a patch of grass, with Eddie sitting across from (y/n) and the rest of the “loser’s club” (minus mike and bev) sitting around the same patch.

As Eddie unpacked his lunch, he glanced down at (y/n)’s knee and his eyes doubled in size.

“Oh my gosh (y/n)!” He yelled and the losers stare at them in confusion.

“Wha-” she started to say.

“Your knee! It’s going to get infected!” He stood up and pulled (y/n) up with him, pulling her into the school building and into the bathroom.

“Eddie I don’t think I’m supposed to be in the guys bathroom…” she says and looks around with wide eyes at the nasty room.

He sits her on the sink counter, and locks the door to the bathroom. (Y/n) is pretty sure he’s not supposed to lock the bathroom, but doesn’t say anything. Eddie rummages though his fanny pack, eventually pulling out gauze, disinfectant, and some bandaids.

She watches as the small boy furrows his brows and bites his lip, concentrating on cleaning and wrapping up the large scrape on her knee. Her face grows red when he grabs her thigh for balance, and he quickly notices her reaction and puts his hand back beside him again.

“I would’ve been fine, ya know?” She says to him, swinging the leg that he isn’t working on.

“You never know! It could’ve gotten infected and then you would need to get your leg amputated!”

“I guess…”

You look down at the knee, and he looks proudly down at his work. He has put a pink and white polka dotted bandaid on the part of your knee without gauze on it, and you giggle at the cute band aid.

“Thanks Eds” you say to him you say, and lean down from your perch on the counter to peck him on the nose.

“Don’t call me that…” He say with a severe blush gracing his cheeks and ears. The two of you stay in silence for a little before Eddie decides to get on his tippy toes and say “you’re welcome” before pecking you on the cheek.

“Should we… go back before everyone starts wondering where we are? Or maybe before a guy has to piss and tries to come in?” You ask him, secretly hoping to stay with him here for the rest of the day instead of going to class.

He nods his head, and the two of you walk out of the bathroom smiling and holding hands (which Richie obviously has some comments about).

Just like video games have adjustable gameplay difficulty settings, they should also have adjuatable foul language settings. All the violence stays the same, but when the bad guys get shot they just go “OH JEEPERS” or “MY GOOD SIR”

In case you’re wondering why I haven’t told you

It’s because of the look you gave me when you asked what the new soap I’d bought was and I hesitated before replying, “It’s called Gender Bender.” You then passive-aggressively bought me 24 new bars of soap in an assorted package, which I am not yet halfway through.

It’s because of the joke you made about “pretending to be a tranny to get a discount” in the car on the way to get haircuts one Saturday morning.

It’s because of the way I watched your face when I was talking to you in the bathroom this morning when you noticed I, your female child with short hair and a flat chest, was wearing a shirt that said, “#1 Dad” on it as a joke. I saw the look in your eyes like a warning.

It’s because of the way you asked my older sister if I was interested in that boy I brought over to play video games instead of going to prom. “He’s kind of weird,” you told her, “but I just want her to like a boy.” And when my sister, who knows, asked, “What if she doesn’t?” you replied, “I’m her mother, I’m allowed to have a preference, that’s all.”

It’s because of one of the many times I was visiting my dad in New Hampshire when he said, “Oh, when we were together, your mother hated gay people. And your grandmother can’t stand them, either.”

It’s because of the way you opened my sister’s mail and saw that she had registered herself as a democrat. A few weeks later, we were out to dinner with one of your friends, and you said, “And I’ve told Jaimie, if she’s going to register as a democrat, not to say anything. Her sister I’m not sure about, but I have confidence that Jaimie should at least wisen up before long.” And I kept quiet because you told me not to say anything.

It’s because of the day we went school shopping in the summer before ninth grade, and when I asked if I could look to buy boy’s jeans, you said, “Like it or not, you’re a woman, and you have a woman’s curves.” I still wanted boy’s jeans, but I told you I’d changed my mind. I still want boy’s jeans, but you think I changed my mind.

It’s because of the way you scrunched your nose when I told you my character in the school musical had been changed from “Kate,” who had one line, to “Ike,” who appeared in several scenes. Instead of congratulating me, you asked why they made me play a boy every year.

It’s because of the nightmares I used to have wherein my aunt, who figured it out on her own, outed me to you, and I got so scared of your response that I woke up with dust clogging my throat.

It’s because of the time my sister looked at our cat and said, “Sometimes I don’t really think of Oscar as a boy cat, he’s kinda in-between sometimes.” And you said, “Well, he is a boy cat.” And you used that tone. I have grown up with the presence of that tone settled in my gut like a rock.

It’s because of the way I sat in my room having a panic attack, huddled in front of my blasting fan because it was too hot and I couldn’t breathe, the first time I tried on my binder (the binder that I bought secretly with my own money three years ago and you still don’t know I have.) If anyone finds out, I thought, what will happen to me?

It’s because of the way I told you I wanted to try living with Dad for awhile and you broke down, wouldn’t talk to me about it, wouldn’t acknowledge that it was happening until it had, and even though I was happier there, even though I had told my dad and his girlfriend within a month of living with them, even though I was more involved with theater and didn’t hate the thought of going to school every morning because I liked this one, even though I had friends that I loved more than anyone I knew back here, in this godforsaken farm town in rural New York, you still made me feel guilty enough about leaving you that I came back anyway.

It’s because of the way that I’m out at school, that I don’t care if anyone there knows that I’m not a girl or a boy, or that I like both girls and boys, and there I’m loud, and there I’m happy, but as soon as I get home I’m quiet as a mouse because I don’t want you to talk to me because you might say something careless, and think nothing of it, but your throwaway comment, to me, is a dagger in my lungs.

It’s because of the look you gave me when I was thirteen and I told you I wanted to be a prince for Halloween.

It’s because of the way you once prefaced your indignation at something sexist with, “I’m NOT a feminist, but…”

It’s because of the way my heart spiked with panic when we were reviewing my college applications together and I realized I’d marked gender as “prefer not to respond” and quickly scrolled past it.

It’s because of what I imagine you would say if you found out that I have signed up to live in gender-neutral housing for my freshman year on campus, and that I will not let any of my roommates believe I am a girl.

And if you’re wondering why I haven’t let you read anything I’ve written, it’s because my writing is deeply personal to me, and I don’t want you to know any of my secrets. I don’t want you to know what I think about the world because I know you would disagree and tell me so. I don’t want you to know what I think love should be because you would only be cynical and try to tell me about the real world. I don’t want you to read about my queer heroes because these characters and their stories are important to me, and I feel like if I let you touch them, it would ruin them for me.

It’s because I remember all of these things every time I get close to you.

It’s because I break my own heart thinking about how much I want to love you, but can’t.

If you’re wondering why I haven’t told you I’m queer, and why I never will, it’s because I don’t trust you. And when I start my own life, and I live on my own, I will not care who knows, and I will not care if you find out, because once I am out, I will be far away, and I won’t have to see that look on your face ever again.

Okay, so my housemates are weird.

I live in this one little rental house that straddles the border of campus. (I would say look it up on Google Earth if you don’t believe me, but that would be both foolhardy and inconclusive. Nicky did once, thinking they could handle it. Gwinna got them back, as per usual.) As such, we get some weird stuff going on. Borders are important.

Two bedrooms, five girls and one person (Nicky). Sarah, Nicky, and I live in one room; Rogue, Kay, and Gwinna live in the other. None of those are true names, though Sarah is a given name and Nicky’s full given name is Annika, which they freely told us because their true name’s something different. We’ve all been…elsewhere…at least once. Gwinna’s been some six times against her will, who knows how often by choice. None of us knows what’ll happen when she gets taken again, because that’ll make seven. Numbers are important too.

Sarah mostly copes by keeping her head down. She’s a physics major, so mostly safe in class, but she does visit the coffee shop by the English building every day, where most of the baristas speak in rhyme or never, ever blink. It’s always there when she goes, though, and she’s never had the doorknob try to bite her. Perks of being a regular, I guess. She wears huge glasses and a necklace with a topaz pendant - for protection, she says. She sleeps on the lower bunk, below Nicky, who doesn’t so much mind there only being one way down from their bed. A word of advice: if you’re eating with her at the dining hall, don’t ask her - or anyone, really - to pass the salt. The shaker will probably be empty. She’s ridiculously good at pocketing salt when no one else is looking. Between Nicky’s recklessness and Gwinna actually seeming to like the Other Place, sometimes it seems like Sarah’s the only one of us with half an ounce of sense.

Speaking of Nicky: they’re a trip, that one. Never do anything at all slowly. They take a lot of risks, especially with the Gentry, but they’re perceptive to a fault, so usually it turns out okay. They’re addicted to Fritos, which double as an offensive/defensive agent besides being a good pick-me-up after track practice. I saw them throw a handful at an odd-looking bush once; I don’t know what they did it for, but I could swear I heard hissing. Most of them just avoid Nicky. They think they’re rude, almost disrespectful when they’re at their worst, but brave enough to have earned being left alone. That Google Earth thing was the only time they got taken. They don’t like to talk about it much. They major in archaeology, another risk, but they know what to study and what to leave back where they found it with a little offering of blood and water just in case. Mostly.

Rogue doesn’t have much in the way of authority problems, despite the nickname. She majors in robotics, but her real passion is paintball. She’s an astounding shot. She wears one of those paper germ masks doctors wear to class, because of that time one of the Gentry got offended by the robotics lab’s existence and let loose some…ah…spores. Thankfully Rogue had strep throat that day so she didn’t go in to the lab, but she’s been a little paranoid ever since. As someone who works with iron a lot and is reflexively polite, she commands quite a bit of respect. She keeps spare bolts and things in her backpack and jeans pockets. Sometimes she forgets to take them out, resulting in clunking noises in the washing machine that are actually completely mundane (as opposed to the ones that aren’t).

Kay is pretty inscrutable most of the time, which makes her both frustrating and fascinating to the Gentry. She’s a devout Muslim and wears a headscarf and veil whenever she leaves the house, so you can only see her eyes. (They were black before she got taken, but now they’re bright green.) Out of all of us, even Gwinna, her stay in the Other Place was the longest. She doesn’t tempt fate, but she loves her individuality, loves sticking out from a crowd. She’s an art major, huge colorful oil paintings mostly. Only Rogue has a car, so Kay’s taken over the garage as her workspace and place to store paintings. Sometimes one of them will disappear overnight, but never without her knowledge. She puts a sprig of fresh rosemary in her hair every morning, a habit she picked up after getting taken. I’m not sure what it’s supposed to do, besides smelling nice.

Gwinna is strange. That’s really the only way to describe her. I’ve known her since she came as a freshman, and let me tell you, when I first met her I had her pegged as Gentry bait immediately. She’s constantly got her head in the clouds, loves the library a bit too much (two of her six snatchings were from there), likes being the last one awake at night. She frequently speaks in character under her breath; usually it’s characters from her video games, but sometimes it seems like she’s talking to someone besides herself. After her third snatching, my violinist friend Jacob, who’d just gotten back and had ended up with the Sight temporarily, said she had an eye-like symbol on her forehead and some of her hair had been replaced with feathers, but he swore she was still human. She hasn’t acted otherwise, so I’ll buy it. Gwinna is our go-to girl if one of us gets snatched - she saved Nicky from the Google Earth crisis, as I said, and without her intimate knowledge of fanfic terminology (don’t ask) Kay might have ended up with a far, far worse Deal than she did.

So…yeah, that’s us. We’re all weird. Nicky still feels like they owe a debt to Gwinna. Rogue is best at getting Sarah out of her shell. When Nicky gets too wild around the Gentry, Sarah can usually get them to see sense. Gwinna and Kay listen to each other’s nerd-out sessions. Whenever Rogue wants to go play paintball, Nicky is the first to volunteer. Sarah nags Gwinna whenever she procrastinates too much, which annoys her but tends to work. Rogue and Kay are totally in love, although at this rate they’ll never admit it.

And me? Well…that’s another story.

[Some Random Nerd]

Tyler Seguin - Angst

Originally posted by wagnerhockey

Request: “  hiii (: could you write an tyler seguin one where you two obviously like each other but since tyler can be a jerk he avoids it and acts as if he doesn’t want a relationship but then gets jealous when another guy hits on you or something?? “

Hi yes I just had to do this one ASAP, I absolutely adore this request okay? okay.

Warning: (very)  Foul Language

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kingdom-of-anime-stuff  asked:

Hiii! Can I request a very fluffy hc (cuz i need fluff to balance out my angsty feelings) with rfa members + saeran+ v where they go visit MC's family for the first time and MC has a younger brother/sister that loves MC so any bf/gf they hate cuz they just want to protect their older sister from heart breaks and bad people. So what would the rfa do to get them to trust them? Thx!!

Similar request from @just-want-a-stupid-username and this honestly took me much longer than I thought it would to write. I only have an older brother so hopefully this is good enough ^^ I also left out Jaehee cause it was just so long :~(

Yoosung:
-he was already nervous enough meeting your family, it didn’t make it any better when you let him know how important it is that him and your sister get along
-he thought that he could get along with them, since he was closer to their age than most of the adults there
-but as soon as he introduced himself to her, only to be completely brushed off, he wondered whether it was something he did
-was his breathe gross? did he shake her hand too long? did he accidentally spit in her face??
-he immediately put those thoughts aside to focus on this situation
-he knew it was important you two get along so he was going to try damn hard to win her over
-so as soon as he could, he tried to talk to her
-see what she liked and what they could possibly bond over
-but as soon as he asked, she deadpanned
-“I don’t like guys who pay more attention to their video games than my sister”
-“N-No, I s-swear it’s not like that!”
-you noticed him panicking to explain himself so you step in
-“Hey, be nice to him,” you said, giving him a quick peck on the cheek for reassurance, “he makes me happy.”
-as soon as you walked off, she had noticed that you two truly had something genuine
-especially with how he looked at you when you walked away
-so immediately, she apologized
-and they started their introductions over
-and soon enough, they bonded over common video games they’ve played
-he got through the evening without a hitch, although he was so sure that he was gonna crash and burn somehow beforehand

Zen:
-he had tried on ten different outfits before settling on one to meet your family
-poor boy was so nervous about it
-he had never gone this step with a significant other before, so he was set on doing everything right
-rehearsed his compliments, bought flowers and wine, even practicing his hand shake
-and when the time came, he would have been much more nervous if you weren’t by his side
-as soon as he got there, everyone seemed to have fallen in love with him
-you got compliments left and right about how charismatic and handsome he was
-but you noticed your sister rolling her eyes every time he opened his mouth
-and when he tried to approach her to talk to her, she seemed to already have something to say
-“September 16th, 5:32 P.M. Explain.”
-he was taken aback, looking at her to see if maybe she was just kidding
-but she held up a magazine with what looked to be Zen leaving a building with another woman
-“Explain.”
-“That’s the director of a show I’m doing, I’m an actor,” he said, thinking she’d be impressed
-but she continued to press on
-he could feel his heart racing out of his chest, but remained calm as he answered to even more tabloid shots
-he was so afraid that she wouldn’t believe him
-until you came to the rescue
-“You still read trashy tabloids?” you asked, “I thought you would have grown out of those by now.”
-“Only to make sure you’re not going out with some playboy,” she scoffed
-“And while I appreciate it, these are exaggerated.”
-“And how would you know that these ones aren’t?”
-“Well for starters, some of these are trying to suggest he’s gay,” you said, picking one up, “and I’ve seen his search history enough to know that that’s just not true.”
-you walked away to leave Zen an embarrassed mess and your sister apologizing for the interrogation

Jumin:
-when he was meeting your family, he was pretty nervous
-he thought he had no reason to, since he was the head of a huge company and easy on the eyes
-but he just wanted your family to like him and to prove that he had good intentions with you
-and when he meets your parents, they instantly get along, which puts him at ease with meeting the rest of your family
-until you introduced him to your sister
-“So this is the sugar daddy that kept you locked in his apartment”
-you looked to Jumin only to see him about as shocked as you are
-“I really don’t know how she learned that word!” you half-whispered to him
-that, however, almost completely destroyed his confidence
-he later tried to talk to her and she just didn’t seem to want him there
-it had fully clicked that to him, he was the guy who had kept her sister locked in his apartment and then took her away completely by marrying her
-he thought that maybe he could try to justify that to her, explain himself
-”You know, I made sure she was properly taken care of while staying at my place. I even had Elizabeth 3rd keep her company.”
-”Who’s Elizabeth 3rd?”
-”My cat”
-”You have a cat?!”
-and she instantly changed her demeanor towards him as they bonded over cats
-she was definitely still convinced that he was a sugar daddy, but a good one
-he even offered to bring Elizabeth the next time they come over
-and after some time, she grows to welcome him as family
-was so relieved that your family liked him, this was the most nervous he had been for anything, work didn’t even stress him as much as this
-but he never did shake the nickname ‘Sugar Daddy’

Saeyoung:
-you told him several times to not pull anything when he met your family
-they wouldn’t appreciate his pranks as much as you did
-you had even patted him down before heading out
-but as soon as your sister answered the door and he stuck his hand out to shake hers, it fell off, fake blood oozing out of his sleeve as she screamed
-“I thought I told you no pranks, where did you get that?”
-“I have trained several years in the art of snea-“
-“The glove compartment, I knew I should have checked your car”
-needless to say, she did not appreciate that
-any time he tried to approach her to apologize, she would completely ignore him
-and she even tried to convince your parents to kick him out
-he was determined to try and make it right for your sake
-“How about we pull a prank on MC?” he asked, pulling her aside to tell her his devious plan
-and she agreed to do it
-soon enough, you approached the two to see how they were doing
-“Well your boyfriend is really testing my patience,” she said, “I think this is the closest I’ve gotten to murdering someone.”
-“Pfft, she’s kidding,” he said, putting a hand on her shoulder, “she would never murder!”
-“Oh yeah?” she said, picking up the nearest utensil and stabbing it into him
-blood gushing out from where she stabbed him and foaming out of his mouth
-you clocked the fake blood pretty quick though
-“You two are real mature, it’s getting on the carpet!” you said as you ran to get something to clean up the mess
-but you came back to seeing them laughing their asses off together and it made you happy to see them get along
-not so happy to see what else they seemed to have up their sleeves for the rest of the night

V:
-he was actually really looking forward to meeting your family
-he already loved you so he would have guessed that he would love your family
-and for the most part, he did and they seemed to love him back
-until he met your sister
-she had heard some things about him, mostly that he was a famous photographer and artist
-but it was never really specified what he photographed
-so upon first meeting, she wasn’t really afraid to ask “do you shoot porn?”
-he was so flustered
-“Wha-? No! I jus-“
-“You see, he does! Otherwise he wouldn’t get that nervous!”
-he looked shocked and about ready to cry
-and you had to pinch her to stop
-“Be nice, he doesn’t shoot porn”
-you pulled out your phone to show her some of his work and she seemed impressed by it
-she immediately apologized and even asked him about his work
-it was all sweet until he offered to do a shoot for her and she blurted out “I don’t do porn!”
-you had to smack her on the head and remind her that he doesn’t shoot porn

Saeran:
-he dreaded meeting your family
-they probably knew how they met so they probably already hated him
-or so he thought
-they seemed to have welcomed him with open arms and loving smiles
-it was almost like he had immediately found a new family in them, which gave him a nice, warm feeling
-he almost didn’t notice your sister staring daggers at him until he approached her
-and as he did, he was a little scared they wouldn’t get along
-he just wanted things to go right, especially for you
-“Why’d you kidnap my sister?”
-“Huh?”
-“My sister told me that you led her to an apartment and kept her there for days. Why’d you do it?”
-“I-I did it with good intentions,” he said, shrugging
-“How could getting kidnapped by someone who looks like a hot topic employee be good for someone?”
-that one cut deep
-“First of all, MC doesn’t seem to mind the ‘hot topic’ look,” he started, “and secondly, I love her. So much so that I tricked her into going to an apartment, which wasn’t right, but it worked out for the best.”
-after she walked off, rolling her eyes at what he had said, he realized that maybe his choice of words weren’t the best
-he decided to focus on only making you happy for the rest of the night, which your sister happened to notice
-she realized you were really happy with him, in the least stockholm syndrome way possible
-so she later apologized to him, bonding over talking about how gullible you were to fall for his trick
-she still, however, teased his outfit choice, calling him the reject my chemical romance member

Innuendos?

“Why is this cord so tight?”

“That’s what she said.”



“Sync that, Phil.”

*to the tune of My Neck, My Back*

“Sync it good. Sync that game just like you should. My game.”



“It clings to my head like a friendly friend.”

*Daniel, in the softest voice ever*

“Shut up.”



“I love putting shells on my ass.”

“…let’s play.”



“You’ve got a friend? Oh it’s just a timer.” wow Phil jealous boyfriend much



“Sit him on your desk. Sit him on your cabinet. What else can he sit on…?”

“He can sit on whatever you like, Phil.”



And lastly,

“thicc desk”

Knowing

My roommate from Freshman year was a very interesting girl. She changed her name a lot but insisted any of them were fine. Most people took to calling her Dee.

“Where am I from? Oh a bit of everywhere. Seattle this time. I’m sure you’ve seen me around.” Dee said nonchalantly when I tried to ask about her past.

And I’m sure I had seen her around, somehow. She was familiar in several senses and unfamiliar in many.

She liked to recommend shows to watch or video games to play. She was a nerd to the core, and got way too excited over fiction.

And things were fine. Dee knew and followed the rules better than most, especially considering her penchant for adventure. She liked to write and draw but focused her energy into studying more than anything. A voracious reader, she could give you directions to parts of the library most never got to see. But she minded her own business, and everyone liked that.

Sometimes she’d get this glazed look in her eyes, and occasionally she’d even shed a tear. But she never told me why she was really crying.

“A little homesick is all”

“I’ve got a headache”

“Remembered something sad.”

I could tell she didn’t want to talk about it, so I never pressed her. But during spring of our freshman year I woke up one night to hear her talking to herself.

“Why am I stuck outside watching this all happen over and over, am I here to atone for my sins by suffering from a distance without any way to fix it? Why am I here. If you’re out there somewhere, I know you can hear me. Stop ignoring me! I miss you. I love you. Why don’t you love me anymore. Is it because things happened differently this time? You of all shouldn’t care. Do I bore you now? What did I do wrong?”

And for an instant I felt like I knew who she was talking to, an overbearing presence breathing down my neck and watching me from all times.

But I could never place a name to it.

The end of the year came quickly, I was headed home for the summer while she was staying for some summer classes to make up for her intense English Education double major taking nearly a year more than most majors do.

“Sorry about how weird I’ve been,” Dee said with a shake of her head, “I’ve been going through a lost these past few years. Trust me when I say that knowledge may be power but ignorance is bliss. Sometimes it’s better not to know yourself too well. Please, focus on the path ahead of you and not all that lies behind. All that’s there for you is regret and nostalgia.”

And her eyes would glaze over again, that lost, forlorn look on her face.

“…I pray you’ll never remember me when you’ve moved on from this useless inbetween.”

I never saw Dee again after that day, at least I don’t think I have. I definitely have, but I’ve chosen not to think too hard about it, because I saw my roommate but I didn’t see Dee. Dee isn’t always Dee, wasn’t always her. I understand now what she was trying to say, but I try not to think to hard about it.

x

The Mask

a/n: this is just because i get cinderella vibes from “i don’t even know your name” and i’ve always wanted to go to a masquerade ball for some reason


The rapid knocking on your door distrubed your study session, causing you to groan. Standing up, you opened the door and saw your friend smiling brightly, pushing herself into your apartment. “Um, come in, why don’t you?” You asked, closing the door. “What’s up? Thought you had a meeting or something?”

“I didn’t need to stay.” She waved off that idea, and unlocked her phone. “But I got a text from Emily, and she said that there’s this masquerade thing next weekend and apperently a lot of people are going so I thought it would be a good idea if we went! You’re always complaining about not having a boyfriend so maybe this will be your chance to find one! And look really pretty, too!”

You laughed, sitting on your couch. “A masquerade ball?” You pondered the idea for a few moments. “Yeah, sure, I’ll go. Seems fun.”

“But there will be free drinks and- wait, did you say you’d go?” Your friend asked, stopping herself. Apparently she thought you wouldn’t want to go.

“Yeah, I could use some fun, and I think a masquerade ball would be really fun!” You nodded, picking up your book. “Now shoo, I need to study for a test.”

Your friend nodded, going to the door. “I’ll text you when we can go get dresses! And a mask! We need to wear masks!” She let herelf out of the apartment, and you rolled your eyes, excited for the party.

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