anonymous asked:

AU where Bitty and Jack both suddenly wake up, after having had a few years together, and find themselves in their beds on the morning of the day they met. Both remember everything that happened, but neither thinks the other does, so they both pretend not to remember (which only complicates things more). They end up reenacting a lot of their interactions and it kills them both to do things they know hurt the other but they don't want to change anything.

oh no buddy, I’m not gonna let this stay sad. I’m gonna draw attention to several sad things, but then I’m gonna fix it.


Bitty wakes up on his first day of freshman year. Again. He quickly decides that he can’t say anything to anyone. There was no way to prove that the life he had just been living was anything but a dream.

He goes through the motions as well as he can remember. If he lingers a little on the handshake when he ‘meets’ Jack again, well, who could notice a thing like that?

Jack wakes up in the Haus. He mirrors Bitty’s mental process, realizing that if he started talking about this he could lose the future he knows is on its way. He searches Bittle’s face for recognition, but is too afraid to say anything.

Jack takes a deep breath every day and snaps at Bittle, pushing every pet name out of his mind. Bitty forces himself to forget and relearn how to take a check. On the rink together for checking practice, neither can think of any way to ask if they’re going through the same thing. They both cry more than they did the first time around.

Sometimes Bitty just gets angry at having to repeat things. He tries as hard as he can to not mess the repetitions up, but he isn’t perfect. When Ransom and Holster start asking him what his type is, he rolls his eyes and replies “Men.” As soon as he’s said it he remembers that he had only said that later to his camera, but the damage doesn’t seem to be too great. Jack doesn’t seem to react to the change, adding to his mental list of evidence that everything else had just been a dream. He gets the list of eligible Winter Screw options a few days earlier, but everything settles back to what it had been within a week. Whenever he starts thinking about the next few years, he’s enraged about everything he’s going to have to sit back and let happen. Everything that was going to make Jack sad, and that he wouldn’t be able to fix. Everything that was going to hurt him that he couldn’t avoid. 

Jack wakes up every day and writes up a game plan. It’s hard to have to turn back years of learning and be worse as a captain, especially when he remembers every mistake he made in every lost game. So he writes down those mistakes as a reminder to himself to make them. Half of the mistakes are emotional, and that’s what really gets him. He’s forced to act like those years of growing as a person never happened, like they were worthless. He hates trying to make himself glare at Bittle when they’re on the same line, he hates telling him that it was a lucky shot, he hates being so close to his boyfriend except for the fact that he isn’t his boyfriend yet.

Then it’s the playoffs. Bitty steels himself all week for the concussion he knows is coming. It crosses his mind to try to avoid it, to spare himself the pain and potential brain damage. But he remembers that it was only after the concussion that Jack started texting him, and they really got close. He knows that if he went against the play he knew Jack was going to suggest, he’d only drive them apart. Besides, it hadn’t been that bad the first time.

Jack is confident he can find another reason to text Bittle over the summer. He’s thought about this for the whole school year. Whatever consequences could come from not seeing Bitty hurt like that would be worth it. He just has to convince the coaches to not put Bitty in at the wrong time. 

“Oh my god, I thought we got over this months ago,” Bitty mutters to himself. He doesn’t remember Jack getting so annoyed about playing with him during this game, but he’s at a point where everything has run together in his mind. 

“Jack, I’ll be fine,” he half-lies. He will, eventually. There’s something close to panic in Jack’s eyes. Weird, Jack had taken so long the first time around to show any tiny sign of weakness.

“Promise me you’ll avoid number three.” This is definitely different from before. Bitty stares at Jack. “Spencer, number three, don’t go near him when he’s on their side of the rink. Promise me, Bits.”

“You didn’t even call me Bitty at this point,” he says in shock. They stare at each other for a minute, eyes wide. 

“I won’t get the concussion this time and we’ll talk about this after the game,” Bitty blurts out. Jack nods vigorously. They play, and it’s brutal, but Bitty avoids the hip check. Once the game is over, they rush to get seats together in the bus. In whispers, they talk about the future they already had. Bitty mourned the years of school he had ahead of him that he had already completed. Jack complained about having to rewalk a long path to the Stanley Cup. They talked about teammates who felt like family but would still know them as strangers. Graduation, the Fourth of July they spent in Madison, their first Christmas together. Every important milestone of their relationship.

“And in this loop or timeline or whatever, we haven’t even kissed!” Bitty whispers, letting his head thunk back against the headrest. “I was at the point where I was out of college, happy with my career, and hiding a ring from you!”

“You weren’t!” Jack says out loud before dropping back into a whisper. “I was doing the same thing.” They both start laughing. It’s the perfect time to have a second first kiss. They lean in towards each other, their lips meet, and–

–They’re back in their apartment. Bitty sits bolt upright in their bed and turns to Jack. For a fleeting second, he thinks about pretending the last several months just didn’t happen. Jack sits up too, and their eyes meet.

“Did that just–”

“Your frog year take two–” They dissolve into relieved laughter.

“I thought I was going to have to take calc again!”

“I thought I was going to have to listen to you complain about calc again,” Jack says before Bitty smacks him with a pillow. “Kidding! Kind of! Wait, weren’t we just saying that we wanted to propose to each other?” He throws himself out of bed and runs to start rummaging through various coat pockets.

“Oh no, you’re not going to propose to me before I can propose to you!” 

Everything is as it should be once more.


Sky High Aesthetics: Warren x Layla

For @goreisforgirls : you understand my pain <3

Warren Peace: To let true love remain unspoken is the quickest route to a heavy heart.
Layla Williams: Wow, that is really deep.
Warren Peace: [reading off of a fortune cookie] Yeah. And your lucky numbers are… 4, 16, 5… and 49.  

Broken (Percival Graves x Reader)

Request- If you could, maybe a graves imagine where you try to leave him after what happened to him with grindlewald, and he’s being distant, but he doesn’t want you to leave because he’s broken and ends up crying and just…just break my heart please ily


“I’ve got to find him.” You said trying to convince Seraphina Picquery, the president of MACUSA, to let you lead a search party for Percival Graves. Percival was your coworker you two worked closely together, eventually it got intimate. He went on a mission months ago, when he returned he was different, if it wasn’t for Mr. Scamander no one would have known that Gellert Grindelwald was impersonating him.

It had been two weeks since then and you were non-stop asking for a search party. “Fine. Take Williams and Martin with you. You leave tomorrow.”  “Thank you Madame President. You won’t regret this. I’ll bring him home.”

After speaking with Aurors Jack Williams and Alice Martin, you left for your apartment so you could began packing. The next morning you were up bright and early, grabbing your bag you apparated to MACUSA headquarters. You met up with Jack and Alice who were standing near the entrance. “Ready?” Asked Jack after you exchanged greetings. “As I’ll ever be.” And with that the three of you grabbed onto a portkey. Within a minute the group of three were in the fields of Britain. “Okay, Grindelwald’s last known location in Britain is about 3 miles north from here in an old part of Cheshire.” You said looking down at the multiple notes you had scribbled down.

“What do you think is going to be there?” Alice asked. “Hopefully Percival.” You murmured, staring off at the horizon. And with that the three of you set off heading north. A little over an hour later you could see a worn out building. Parts of the roof was caving in and the building was littered with aged posters. The yard all around was dead, dried grass but within the middle was a path like scar. You and the others crept towards the house, wands at the ready.

 When you entered the house you were shocked by what you saw. In the corner pressed against a wall was a bed with wrinkled sheets. A few chairs littered the floor and empty cans of food stood everywhere. In the dim lighting of the building you could see a door that was open a crack. Hearing a noise from there, you opened the door and descended down the creaking wooden steps.

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“The Strokes” - Sentence Starters [Part 1]

Send a sentence in my inbox for my muses reaction to yours saying that to them.

  • Can’t you see I’m trying?
  • I can’t think ‘cause I’m just way too tired.
  • Is this it?”
  • Oh dear, can’t you see? It’s them, it’s not me.
  • We’re not enemies, we just disagree.
  • I don’t even like it. 
  • It seems this game is simply never-ending.
  • It’s in my blood - I just can’t help it.
  • Do it just to please me.
  • Tomorrow will be different.
  • I wish you hadn’t stayed.
  • Let’s go.
  • I’ve been doing this 25 years.
  • I didn’t take no shortcuts.
  • I spent the money that I saved up.
  • I should’ve just not bothered.
  • Then she said, “Oh, you’re a freak”.
  • Together again, like the beginning.
  • It all works somehow in the end.
  • For the record, it’s between you and I.
  • To me, my life– it just don’t make any sense.
  • I just want to misbehave.
  • You ain’t never had nothing I wanted, but… I want it all.
  • When we was young, oh man, did we have fun.
  • Promises, they break before they’re made.
  • See, alone we stand.. Together, we fall apart.
  • Tables, they turn sometimes..
  • You say the strangest things…
  • I gave up.
  • Take me away.
  • Can we go back to your place?
  • Life seems unreal.
  • The world is over, but I don’t care.
  • We all like it a little different…
  • See, people, they don’t understand.

It is bad enough that we pander Regina and give her every excuse in the book for what she has done throughout her life. It is awful that Emma and Killian never get time to themselves and the appreciation that they deserve. It is disgusting that Regina is able to be a separate entity from her past self while everyone else owns up to what they have done, and embraces that they are both, it is what makes them who they are. It is horrifying the way Regina treats Emma, no matter what realm or universe they are in, and that they try to pass that off as a good friendship.

But if that is how they want to write their show, because it is their show at the end of the day, fine.

But for the love of all that is good, please do not let Rumbarf get back together, just because he did not speed up a pregnancy. Please. It is the epitome of all abusive relationships. It sets such a horrible example of how anyone in a relationship, whether it be a friendship or romantic, should be treated. Manipulation is not attractive. It is not romantic. It is not loving a friend. There is no hope in that kind of mental, physical, and emotional abuse. Please do not make them live “happily ever after.” Do not put the idea in people’s heads that we can “forgive and forget” when people treat one another in that way. It is unhealthy, unsafe, abusive, and downright disgusting and wrong.

I don’t care what insanity they throw into this show. Just don’t you dare try to pass Rumbarf off as True Love.

anonymous asked:

fic prompt: Newt is together with Percival and they are very happy together, but everyone else thinks that maybe they aren't right for each other. Besides Tina and Queenie who fully support them, everyone else thinks that either Newt bewitched Percival or Percival bewitched Newt. Either way there is this conflict going on where people want to protect the cinnamon roll magizoologist or the Direct who has been through enough hardship. Cue Newt and Percival finally putting an end to it.

It’s so sad to write gramander splitting up :’( There is going to be a continuation to this. Part two can be found here (:

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Deadpool and Hawkeye

- Clint loses his hearing aids, Wade signs to him the whole time
- Wade in the middle of fighting, Clint saving his ass with archery
- Wade lifting up his mask so Clint can read his lips
- Clint getting annoyed at Wade’s antics, but lets him hang out all the time and ends up enjoying it
- Signing to each other when neither of them want to really speak
- Having fun together
- Clint and Wade
- Together
- Please

Dame of Camelot: Part 1

I’ve got a second part coming up soon :)

Hey!! I just wanted to say I LOVE your blog!! I look at it every day to see if anything new is there. I kinda hope you don’t mind me asking for a reader x Arthur from Merlin, were the reader is tired of being judged because she’s a woman, so she challenges him and wins, and she ends up as a knight of Camelot and they get together. I really hope its not too much to ask. Send a message to let me know if you’d ur taking this please!! Ciao!!

 (Hope you like it!)

Author: Queen of Geeks

I balanced the box of sewing supplies in one hand and a basket against my hip with my other hand. All of them had or tears in them that needed stitching. They’ve all been washed, but I was the one with the most nimble of hands.

“Ah yes, and here’s the maid with the clothes.” One of the knights snickered. I rolled my eyes.

“About time.” Another laughed. “They look too pretty to do actual work.”

“Yes, because we’re the ones who do actually work.”  I shrugged my shoulders. There were snorts and I carried on making my way to the servant’s quarters. Most other maids dealt with the rude comments, but I chose to speak back.

Taking a seat in a chair, I put the basket on the floor and opened up my sewing box. Pulling one of the many shirts out, there was a large tear in the sleeve. Sighing, I began threading a needle and started sewing. Many shirts and trousers later, I was close to finishing. There were still a few clothes left, but my hands were aching. Standing up, I separated the finished clothes from the others. Most of them belonged to Arthur which was slightly concerning, but it gave me a job. I didn’t mind taking them up for Arthur. Sometimes it was nice. But sometimes he made me want to stab him with his own sword.

Those would be the days that I understood why Merlin tended to hate him. Unlike my brother, I couldn’t turn Arthur into something with magic. Merlin was lucky in that sense.

Resting my basket against hip, I knocked on the door of Arthur’s bedroom. Eventually it was opened by Merlin. I smiled at him.

“I have some clothes to drop off.” I explained when he gave me a curious look.

“I was just leaving.” Merlin opened the door and let me in. I let the door close behind me, I placed the basket on the table and looked around to see Arthur was gazing out the window.

“Your highness?” I asked. Arthur turned around and smiled at me. “Yes?” He asked looked at me. I gave him a small smile. “I have your clothes.” I told him folding my hands in front of me.

“About time.” He scoffed. I raised my eyebrows at me.


“The clothes. Why does it always take so long for them to be brought up? What else you people do?”

“Cook. Clean.” I muttered under my breath. “I’m sorry, but I have to leave. Have a nice night.” I gave a quick curtsy before leaving.

Pacing back and forth in front of Merlin, I began ranting as he sat with Giaus. “All these men are sexist pigs! All they think they can do is make fun of women! If it weren’t for women, they’d have no food! Or clothes for that matter.” I was close to screaming. Taking a deep breath, I moved my hair out of my face.

“You just need to prove that they can’t do this.” Merlin told me. Giaus looked at us.

“Don’t give your sister-” Giaus began but I interrupted.

“I got it!” I whirled around to face both men. “Merlin, Arthur is having try-outs for new guards and knights.”

“Yes, but (Y/N), that requires you knowing how to fight.” Giaus pointed out. I put my hands on my hips.

“Are you on my side or not?” I asked. “I do know how to fight. I have learned.” I told him. Giaus smiled at me.

“We have faith in you, my dear.”


I rolled my shoulders back and listened to the clinking of the armor. Merlin and I were able to convince everyone we needed to polish armor. We then decided that we’d return it after the tournament. Thankfully we took one that fitted me. I tilted my head and looked at Merlin through the helmet.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” Merlin asked me.

“Yes. I am completely sure.” I told him as I picked up my sword.

“Good luck.” Merlin smiled as I made my way into the field. Everyone was looking at me and I took a deep breath. Looking back at Merlin, he smiled at me and I nodded.


In front of me stood the last man trying out. It was him against me. I had to win. Mainly because I had no magic that I could use to win. I raised my sword and looked at my opponent. The signal to go went off and I dodged a swing right away. I parried and swung back. Hitting the ground, I rolled away missed another stab. Getting too my feet, I swung my sword and the force of him blocking it caused my arm to shake. He kicked and I dodged his foot. Stumbling, I fell back and rolled away. Kicking at the back of his knee, I caused him to fall.

Jumping to my feet, I swung my sword and the sword skittered out of his hand. I pressed my sword to his chest. My breath was heavy and I would feel myself sweating under the armor.

“And it appears we have a winner.” Prince Arthur walked over to us and took my wrist. Raising it in the air, everyone cheered. I took my arm from him and sheaved my sword to help my opponent.

“Good fight.” he told me. I nodded.

“Let’s see who our winner is, shall we?” Arthur asked. I looked at Merlin who was grinning.

“Fine.” I muttered to myself. Pulling it off, there was a gasp and everyone went silent. I turned to Arthur. “That’s right. It’s me. A woman.” I told him. “I won fair and square.”

“Then so be it. A Dame of Camelot. (Y/N)!” There were more cheers.

“I’m sorry,” Hermione whispered, her eyes full of tears. “Please don’t let us end like this, I can’t have you both mad at me.”

Fred reached out his hand, and when Hermione grabbed it, he pulled her close. She sat between them, crying as both twins hugged her side.

“We would have been so good together,” Fred whispered, reaching up to wipe a tear from his eye. “I think I could have loved you.”

“Me too,” George agreed, pressing a kiss to Hermione’s cheek.

MONSTA X REACTION: To their girlfriend crying when they got home and refusing to tell them what was wrong because she didn't want them to worry

Shownu: He’d be by your side, wouldn’t say anything, but just hug you and wait until you could tell what was wrong.

“never think about hiding things from me again, okay?”

Wonho: He’d go crazy, would run around the house to find something to cheer you up and in the end would cry with you and make some drama.

“I love you and I don’t understand why you keep hiding things from me… I just want to help”

Minhyuk: “jagi tell me what is happening please *aegyo* let me cheer you up. we can solve everything together”

Kihyun: He’d be quiet all the time, would ask once or twice what’s happening and in the end would cry with you.

“why are you doing it with me? I’m even more worried”

Hyungwon: He wouldn’t force you to speak, would be by your side the whole time, wiping your tears and hugging you until you feel better. 

Jooheon: He’d freak out… Jooheon would try everything to make you stop crying and feel better, would make coffee, order food… even some aegyo.

“ahh jagiya, talk to me… or I’ll cry”

I.M: Would internally freak out worried, but would try to show you a more serious posture and help. Changkyun would give you the space that you need, but after some hours or even days he’d want to talk with you.

“I know you don’t want to worry me but not telling me what is going on makes me feel even more worried”

~ADM Cherry~

GIF credits to their original owners!

anonymous asked:

Do you have a reunionfic reclist by chance?

I’ve procrastinated a long time on this because I KNOW I’m missing 70% of the great ones. So please let me know if I’ve missed any of your favourites or your own works! These are mostly recs where the Doctor and Rose end up back together, but there are a few where the reunion is more temporary. 

* indicates a longer multichapter or series

Teen ratings or below

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Shitty Until Dawn headcannon post (Girls adition)

-Beth throws snowballs at people when they least expect it

-Hannah loves to bear hug people and throw them into the snow

-Emily and Jess knit sweaters for the needy

-Sam spends time in soup kitchens and gives little kids gifts

-Ashley loves to go around singing Christmas songs off key

-When the girls go out, they have a buddy system for when dicks cat call them. Sam and Beth, Hannah and Ashley, and Emily and Jess

-They all shove cake in each others’ mouths and laugh when crumbs end up everywhere

-Hannah makes the best home made chicken noodle soup

-Beth was in charge of making Mac n’ Cheese for them all and set it on fire (Please don’t let her cook)

-Jess and Ashley filled their mouths with whip cream to see who can hold more

-Emily loves to mess with everyone’s hair

-They reenact scenes from Grease together

-When in the car, they sing the lyrics to “Zero to Hero”

-They all dance together at slumber parties

-Girls there are too many packets of crackers and empty cans of squeeze cheese on the floor

-They all fall asleep on the couch with Mulan playing in the background

Boys Adition

The Opening and Closing of Hands

TITLE: The Opening and Closing of Hands

CHAPTER NUMBER: 1/1 (Oneshot.)

RATING: M, sexual content, rough wall sex.

GENRE(S): Reylo; PWP, prompt fill.

WORDS: 2,439

PROMPT: Do you do smut? Cause I got something if you do. Rey is a Kenobi and after the war she is tasked with helping Ben rehabilitate. One thing leads to another and they end up sleeping together. (reylotrashforever)

NOTES/WARNINGS: My first go at Reylo, and one of my few goes at PWP. (Okay, there’s a little plot because I am incapable of just gratuitous sex.) In this fic you will find sex that is just on this side of rough, but no dub-con/non-con. Please let me know what you think, and if you have any prompts you would like to see filled, please send them my way! Thanks so much, loves!

(The title is taken from this quote by Rumi: “Your hand opens and closes, opens and closes. If it were always a fist or always stretched open, you would be paralysed. Your deepest presence is in every small contracting and expanding, the two as beautifully balanced and coordinated as birds’ wings.”)


Rey turned away from General Organa, pacing in the small space.

“Rey, you’re the only one strong enough–”

“What about Master Luke?” Rey interjected. “He’s–”

“He will not.” Leia shook her head, a slow, mournful gesture. “Ben has done much to warrant Luke’s distrust of him.”

“And he has not done enough to warrant mine?”

General Organa’s stern expression faltered, a disquieting sight in light of recent months. Rey had never seen her smile, but since Han’s fall, she had rarely seen much less than a grimace.

“You have done much for us, Rey Kenobi,” Leia said with a small nod. “Without you, we would not have bested the First Order, could not have brought about the fall of Snoke.”

Rey opened her mouth to reply, but Leia held up a hand before continuing. “I know I have no right to ask this of you. You have also had your losses, your tragedies. But–”

Rey started at the shine of tears in the stolid general’s eyes.

“Please. I just want my son back.”

Rey chewed her bottom lip, a habit much despised by Master Luke, before giving a curt nod.

“Tell me where he is.”

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Minty Fic Recs

 I was gonna do all the 100 fic recs together but I ended up having too many so I did a bellarke one and now I’m doing a minty one and I’ll do one for the rest of the fics, keep in mind that I stopped watching after season 2. If anyone knows who wrote any of these please let me know and I’ll give credit

face it, tiger - modern au that will demolish all others, the jasper and monty friendship is the most natural thing (the backstory is so cute), background oblivious bellarke is my favourite thing, when the comic gets meta, the comic in general, lincoln and lexa, just every-fucking-thing

How Causes Dance Away From Me (by @ponyregrets) - modern soulmate au, the best thing, what even I love this so much, I’m so fucking picky with soulmates aus but this goes above and beyond

i keep craving, craving - I love miller in this, what a beautiful piece of writing , lots of angst but also fluff and humour, pining is my kink, each individual line in this should be remembered for all of time

operation tell me a lie - the cutest college au, my child monroe (genderqueer monroe no less), just the sweetest thing, the pining is written so well

the native hue of resolution, the pale cast of thought - post mount weather, so many feels, learning to live with his actions!monty is my favourite monty, the minty is just so natural

WWCD? (by @ponyregrets) - I love how much monty aspires to be clarke, bellamy is beautiful, jasper is so in character, monty always, miller is a nerd and I love him, just everyone is so great

the wonder of you - I’m not usually one for fake dating (I know, I know) but this is fantastic, asexual!monty, monty being in love and shy, miller being fantastic, insightful!bellamy, casual background poly relationship, all the little bits make up such a good fic

I will walk 500 miles (but I would rather not) - insecure monty is a nerd, they love eachother, monty is beautifully in character, clarke is amazing, what a cute load of words

SO. I finished reading Carry On yesterday and I have already searched for all the Snowbaz fanarts I could find on the Internet. I just love them together so much and I’m so sad we don’t see them together as a couple that often. 

Also, am I the only one who find it funny how at first, Baz is like the “bad guy”, who doesn’t let his feelings being seen and he’s actually always the first one to say Simon he loves him, to be nervous around him, and he’s just the cutest biyfriend ever. He’s just so in love with him that’s so cute. I love him. I love Baz. Sorry Simon

Under the cut are ## roleplayable gifs of my bae, actor Richard Harmon. I have a muse with his face, and he’s also my mascot, so as you can imagine, I’m constantly gathering gifs of him. I’ve found that most gif hunts of him have a large amount of Murphy gifs, meaning he’s covered in blood in most of them. Personally, I have no use for those, so I usually end up scrolling past them all. So, I wanted to put a gif hunt together for my personal use, so it’d be easier for me to find gifs that I need. There are very few gifs of him as Murphy, and they’re mostly of him as himself and in other roles. If this helps you at all, please like or reblog! If you see your gif and would like it removed, please let me know. This will be updated as I stumble across new gifs. 

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and like… can we talk about tom and marco’s first kiss, pretty please? 

like, they find themselves alone together in a room, and at first it’s super awkward, but then they end up… sitting next to each other? and talking, like they’re… [gasp] friends? and marco notes how weird it is, because last time he saw tom, things didn’t go very well, but then the next thing they know they’re holding hands? when did this happen? what? but they don’t pull away, they just kind of let it happen. and them tom leans in and asks marco if it’s okay to kiss him, and marco is surprised at how gentle tom is being, because like?? he should be hating marco?? he should be angry and flaming?? what’s going on?? so marco is like ‘aha yeah.. go ahead…’ and tom just. kisses him. and they fit together so well and then they’re making out? and it’s really… nice? tom is making out with marco and marco is liking it and he’s thinking about how nice it is? and then tom just turns bright red and tells marco that he has to go because he just kissed marco, a lot, and marco kissed him back, and he needs to be able to process what just happened, so he leaves. and marco just sits and thinks about the fact that he just made out with a guy who he met by mistaking him for a monster and karate chopping him? oh my god?

and then, he gets back to his house and tells star immediately, because she thinks that he might’ve hurt her by getting together with her ex boyfriend, but star is just. so happy!! for them!! and she just shrieks when marco tells her.

idk. someone talk to me about this.