#(but you have to admit. this is kind of funny) <- guy addicted to doing things for the bit
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stolen kisses! ✭
pairing: smoker!lee know x fem!reader
synopsis: when you find your “enemy” killing his lungs in school grounds, you can’t just pass by and keep walking.
genre: fluff, (angst if you count yelling as such), enemies (more like rivals) to lovers (kinda), suggestive, non idol!au, hs!au, short fic.
warnings: talk about smoking addiction, smoking, kissing, kinda suggestive themes (nothing too bad tho!) at the end, cursing. (tell me if I missed something.)
word count: 1.0k
a/n: omg guys hi. first of all don’t smoke that’s so bad for you it’s just for the plot✨. if lino feels off im sorry it’s my first time writing for him😭 also again this is totally fiction not trying to like paint lino as the smoker bad boy lol. hope you like it:)
the wet dirt feels soft under your boots, reminding you of the current weather on your way to class. rain had taken over the night, your sleep being almost interrupted by the sound of it.
your thoughts about last night’s nightmares end when you smell a particular cigarette scent and see the frame pushed against a wall. you roll your eyes after recognizing the leather jacket and slightly red hair.
lee minho, as always, is being annoying. you can’t quite pick out the day you started to despise him, but it has everything to do with his fixation on you. fixation on picking on you, that is. ever since he came in new in your sophomore year, he has been annoying you in some way or another. most of your mind is filled with thoughts about him, and not in the way you would like a boy to be in your head.
holding back is something unknown to the both of you, making you stop in front of him and hold your head high.
“you think it must be funny, giving the younger students a bad example. you’re a senior for god’s sake.”
he looks at you with an eyebrow raised, cigarette between his index and middle finger, arm hanging close to his leg.
he leans to get closer to you, a cocky grin already on his face. what a bastard. “just because you’re the perfect student who can’t have even just a bit of fun doesn’t mean the rest of us have to be prissy, miss perfect.”
your head hangs low as you try to compose yourself. he knows right where to strike you to make you lose your temper.
he is leaning against the wall once again, chin high while looking at you with a smirk, cigarette about to be smoked one more time.
“i’d rather be a prissy than be addicted to something that steals my money and kills my lungs, mr dead.”
the drag from his cigarette is stopped as he looks you up and down, laughing right after and smile getting even bigger. you kind of wished he wasn’t annoying or a smoker, or both. at the end of the day a pretty boy was a pretty boy.
“okay then tell me, princess of rules, what do you expect me to do each time i want a drag, huh? punch someone?” he licks his lips, your mind wonders if they must taste of cigarettes. “it’s really insensitive of you to pick on someone for their addictions, not what i expected from you.”
on one hand, his fake pout makes you sigh loudly, making him grin to himself. your annoyed face was kind of cute, he had to admit. on the other… you do want to help him quit, even if you know he isn’t planning to do so any time soon.
“you could eat candy or something, i don’t know.”
“so you’re telling me to exchange addictions?”
you know he’s playing, his only goal firing you up, and still, you can’t stop the flames that start to light up in your chest.
“you’re such a hypocrite! if you wanted to quit, you would at least try. there’s so many options you can try, even stupid ones like using a rubber band, or eating gummies or hell what do i know! kiss someone! so stop acting like you’re the poor victim because we both know you aren’t. stop being such a pussy.”
you close your eyes and take a big breath. god how much you hated him. and his habits, his goddamn habits.
his eyes open like plates, and then a light bulb lights up inside his head. getting closer, he puts his hands on your shoulders. your head automatically snaps back.
“what are you doing?” your eyes frantically look from side to side, momentarily longing on the cigarette left behind on the floor. you are so going to kill him.
he leans closer to you, heads almost touching. “i feel like having a cigarette right now.”
your eyes close slightly, your hands in your jacket pockets. he is so… close, you think you might be able to hear his heartbeat if he gets any closer. you hope he doesn’t hear yours, it would only skyrocket his ego.
“what about it?” your head goes up again, looking him down.
“you said to kiss someone.”
your heart skips a beat, he can’t be serious.
“didn’t exactly mean me. maybe some of those sophomores who get so giggly when they see you with the lighter ready.”
he thinks of stepping back, but then he catches your eyes going back and forth between his eyes and lips, which only makes his eyes twinkle.
“they’d probably beg me to teach them how to smoke, kinda contradicting don’t you think?”
“you’d probably enjoy it, wouldn’t you? probably love people begging for you too huh.”
your hands go to his collar, pushing him a bit against you. seconds later he is kissing you. his hands are in your jaw and his thumbs hold your head high. he does taste like cigarettes, but you don’t seem to mind as much as you thought you would. just as it started it ends, much to your dismay. you would scold yourself later.
he keeps peppering your face with kisses for some time, taking small breaks from each one, making you think he actually was stopping himself from taking another cigarette with each kiss.
you feel the need to make things clear, so you speak up as he plants kisses on your neck. “i still hate you.”
your breathy voice while you talk makes him smile and leave a last peck on your lips, deciding to make fun of you a bit more.
“okay, i’ll go find some other pretty girl to kiss. don’t even worry about it.”
your right hand smacks his arm, his smile only grows bigger.
he may be as annoying as someone can be, but you have always liked helping people out…
@mochamvgz
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oh God I hope, those ‘how dare you pick Gale?!’ anons, don’t annoy you too much or sour Astarion for you. Both are great romances and I’m glad Gale gets some love as well.
Admittedly, Astarion fans have kind of been souring his character for me, but I'm trying very hard not to let that happen. My friend and I were actually talking about this yesterday, funny enough. She's an Astarion fan, but she admits the hateful energy people have for Gale is pretty hypocritical, because everything people hate about him also blatantly applies to Astarion. The insecurity, the emotional outbursts, the trauma, the arrogance—they're literally two sides of the same coin, and liking them shouldn't be a competition.
When I first met Astarion, we didn't really vibe, but I was content with his character ... until I started getting anons and comments on Tumblr, TikTok, Twitter, and YouTube from people bashing Gale; calling him an incel, possessive, selfish, etc., and all in comparison to Astarion, for some reason. It seems like every time I write a nice comment or analysis of Gale, I'm challenged by Astarion fans who berate me for liking Gale more. Or for romancing him at all. I've received the weirdest comments, from people saying Gale supposedly abused Mystra (even though he's the victim in an unfair power dynamic) to someone telling me his grooming "isn't a big deal" because he was probably in his late teens to early twenties the first time Mystra "slept" with him. 😕
Someone even told me he's like an alcoholic who can't stop drinking, and as someone who grew up with an alcoholic father, that's both insulting and completely incorrect. You can't just walk away from an addiction after one conversation, the way Gale can. I know it's just a game and normally I enjoy a good debate, but some of the comments I've received are downright feral, to the point that I'm hit with ad hominems and accusations. I like Gale, therefore I must be a horrible person, stupid, an incel-lover, a glutton for abuse, etc.
There are entire subreddits and YouTube videos dedicated to hating on Gale, as if he's the main villain of the game or something. And even more scary, some fans have taken their discourse to the actors directly. Apparently when Tim Downie was on Neil Newbon's podcast, people in the comments were calling him an incel and telling Neil not to give him a platform. Tim is just a nerdy British guy with a wife and kids, he probably doesn't even know what an "incel" is. Luckily the mods caught most of it and banned a lot of users, but the comments were getting spammed with Gale hate.
But I'm trying not to take it out on Astarion, as I know it's not really fair for me to do so. I also know this is probably just a vocal minority of vicious fans that don't represent the community as a whole. Plus, I think Neil Newbon did an incredible job and he seems like a genuinely nice person. I don't want to hate his character, especially since I know Astarion can change. In fact, I just finished his personal quest and found his little "thank you for saving me" speech to be quite sweet and heartfelt. And thank you for your kindness. You're the first person who's told me you enjoy both characters and that you appreciate both of their romances, so that restores some of my faith. ❤
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"Matthew Boyd, I swear, if you utter one more pun--"
"You'll punt me off the roof?" Matt asked, grinning far too wide even as he lifted his strawberry shake and took a long drink through the straw. They were at the cafeteria closest to Fox Tower, grabbing lunch before they would head to the library to get some homework done before practice this afternoon.
"Yes! Wait." Dan blinked then groaned. "UGH! You are awful. Terrible. Not funny and not at all cute."
"Aww, babe you think I'm adorable."
Dan snorted. "I most certainly do not." Actually, she most certainly did - but she wasn't going to admit that now, not while Matt was being ridiculous with his puns. Someone thought it would be a GREAT idea to leave a daily pun calendar on his desk and he'd been fucking insufferable all week. Dan was tempted to blame Aaron first - because as Matt's roommate he had the best access - but something told her that Aaron wouldn't set himself up for that kind of torment.
Matt gave a forlorn sigh. "It's alright, you may shun me now but I've made it through addiction - I can make it through this."
Dan rolled her eyes. "Your struggles with addiction cannot be compared to my lack of appreciation for stupid puns."
"Maybe you're right," Matt said with a sigh, but he was smiling too much for Dan to feel anything other than suspicion. "My viagra addiction really was the hardest time in my life."
"..."
Dan stared. Matt grinned, laughing as he hurriedly dodged the chicken nugget she hurled at him across the table.
Unfortunately, the nugget continued flying and smacked right into the back of a very blond head the next table over in the cafeteria. Dan's eyes widened as Andrew turned around and locked eyes with her.
"Oh shit!" she hissed, ducking down.
Matt turned around and then quickly whipped back to face her when he saw who was behind them. "Dan!" he squeaked in alarm. "You're gonna get us killed!"
"Bold of you to assume I would interrupt my lunch for murder, Boyd," Andrew said, suddenly right by their table. Next to him, Neil was munching on a chicken nugget.
Matt jumped so suddenly that his knees hit the bottom of the table and he hurriedly had to steady his drink before it toppled over. "Fuck!! How do you guys do that?!"
"Do what?" asked Neil, sipping a shake that he definitely hadn't been holding five seconds ago. Neil made a face then passed it to Andrew, who accepted it and slurped loudly without looking away from Matt.
Frowning, Matt looked from the two diminutive menaces to the shake down to the table in front of him - where his own strawberry milkshake was missing. "Hey!" He whipped his head back up and reached out to take the shake back but Andrew was just out of reach.
One fine pale eyebrow rose in skeptical appraisal, Andrew apparently utterly unimpressed as he took another long suck through the straw.
Dan watched all this with wide eyes, but when Matt turned pleading puppy-dog eyes to her she snapped her mouth shut and smothered a grin with the back of her hand. Clearing her throat, she looked from Matt over to Neil and Andrew, ignoring how Neil had yet another chicken nugget that she knew he must've stolen from her even though she hadn't caught the actual theft. Instead, she focused on his slightly shorter counterpart. "Sorry about the nugget-assault, Andrew. Matt was just driving me up the wall with his puns."
"Puns?" Neil asked, now holding a little boat of fries - though Dan had no idea where those would have come from, as neither her nor Matt had grabbed any before they sat down.
"Yeah, someone left a daily pun calendar in Matt and Aaron's room, and Matt has been torturing me all day." She wrinkled her nose. "I thought it was Aaron at first, but..."
Andrew snorted. "Aaron hates puns."
Neil nodded his agreement. "He thinks they're "auditory poison"," he added, the hand not holding his boat of fries lifting to form air quotes.
Matt scoffed. "What?! No! Puns are great!" He paused, appearing to think for a moment. "Well, except for math puns." He made a face and reached across the table to snag one of Dan's chicken nuggets - but there was no way Dan was letting him take a single morsel of deliciousness while he was still standing firm on his pro-pun stance.
She slapped his hand out of the way and ignored the pout he turned on her at the denial. Instead, she looked back at Andrew and Neil. Andrew was still sipping on Matt's shake, and Neil... had a plate of stir-fry he was deftly picking at with a pair of chopsticks.
Dan just stared at them for a moment before she shook her head and just rolled with it, one sorta had to do that with Neil and Andrew sometimes. "Anyway," she said, then cleared her throat before saying, "that's why the chicken nuggets became projectiles." There was a four-heartbeat awkward silence, in which Andrew slurped up the last of the shake and deposited the empty cup on Matt's tray.
Then, without offering anything at all by way of an acknowledgement or farewell, Andrew turned and started walking toward the cafeteria exit.
Dan blinked, watching him go. When she looked at Neil, the stir-fry was gone and his hands were tucked into his own back pockets as he rocked back on his heels, watching Andrew walk away with a disgustingly fond look on his face. Before Dan could even think to comment, Neil caught her eye and flashed a small smirk. "Don't worry, he forgives you." Then he, too, started to walk away.
Except, when he got about five paces away he called over his shoulder, "And not all math puns are bad. Sum of them are pretty good."
It took a moment for that to sink in, then she sank down into her chair with a groan, burying her face in her hands as she tuned out Matt's triumphant "HA!".
This fucking team would be the death of her.
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Oh Crow, may I humbly submit a ficlet request? Please, please, please could I please have a ficlet about Mountain shedding his antlers. -Ghoulette Anon
@ghouletteanon it has become apparent to me that every time im sad, i write about creechur mountain being sad. hmmm, will i ever unpack that?
Every year, without fail. He should know what to expect by now, but every time it’s like pulling teeth. Shedding almost adds insult to injury, always immediately following the earth ghoul’s seasonal (usually taxing) rut. It starts with a dull ache that radiates from the base of his horns all the way through to his temples. Much like a headache that refuses to ebb, it’s a steady pressure that blooms at any time of day and doesn’t stop until the shed is over. After a few days, the itching starts—sharp and insistent, a need barely satiated even by the deepest reach of quintessence. The sensation nearly drove him insane the very first time and had him pressing his horns to the stone abbey walls until the sound of cracking marrow filled his ears. He was inconsolable the moment he saw himself in the reflection of the nearby window panes, eyes wild and red-rimmed, hair knotted around the bases of two freshly-shorn off horns. He looked bald, for lack of a better term. Juvenile. Wrong.
Mountain’s used to it now, after many years. Even with the playful teasing from his packmates. He admits he does look a little funny until the regrowth starts. It’s all worth it when he gets their undivided attention when the velvet forms, the soft and addicting texture keeping them coming back to pet and caress him, rubbing their cheeks against his horns like kittens.
This shed though? This shed has him wanting to flee to the woods and never come back. Immediately within the first forty-eight hours, his right horn dropped. Which would be a relief if the pain hadn’t migrated to the left and lingered, the damned thing refusing to drop for three days. It’s the fourth day now, and Mountain sits slumped over at the kitchen counter, throbbing head buried in his arms. The cool of the granite helps some, but the itching sensation makes his ears twitch and his claws dig into his own arms.
“Are we still a unicorn today, big guy?” Dew’s voice is surprisingly quiet, but grating nonetheless.
“Leave me alone,” Mountain groans, tightening the grip of his arms around his ears. Thankfully, there’s no retort from the fire ghoul. Mountain grumbles through another wave of itchiness, fighting the urge to grind his forehead into the edge of the counter.
“Do you want coffee or tea or anything?” Dew asks softly somewhere in front of his head. He hears the little ghoul rummage around in the cabinets, followed by the clink of two mugs being set on the counter.
Mountain shifts his head slightly to peek at him over his arm. Dew looks at him expectantly, but not impatiently. If he squints hard enough, he can see the concern start to furrow his brow. “Tea,” he rasps. Dew doesn’t have to ask what kind, he knows.
“‘Kay,” he says easily. He fills one of the mugs with water, a chunky beige one that Mountain frequently uses. Dew plucks a teabag from the tin, the scent of orange peel and chai already wafting over.
Mountain hums approvingly, but the sound quickly becomes another groan as the itching sensation grows. His ears pin back low and he grabs frustratingly at his scalp.
“Can I help?” Dew asks in a small voice.
“Don’t touch me,” Mountain snaps. He immediately regrets it, seeing the way the fire ghoul flinches. “Sorry, I didn’t mean—”
“It’s okay,” Dew reassures him. “You’re hurting.” He reaches out his hands across the counter, palms up, beckoning Mountain to inch forward. The earth ghoul lifts his head with great difficulty and shuffles close enough for Dew to take his head in his hands. Mountain winces when his fingers roam his face and move towards the base of his horns.
Dew traces the outline of the one already shorn. “Does this one hurt?” Mountain makes a noise in the back of his throat, not daring to shake his head no. “Just this one then,” Dew answers for him.
“Yeah. Kinda want to just yank it off at this point,” Mountain says sadly. The fire ghoul frames the base of the still-attached horn with both of his hands, pressing feather-light. A slow bloom of warmth begins to radiate from his fingertips, seeping right into his skull beneath the pedicle.
“Oh,” Mountain chokes out; the heat relieves the gnawing itch almost immediately, leaving only hints of a dull irritation. He has to catch his head in his own hands, the weight of it increasing ten-fold as his eyelids droop with the sudden onslaught of relief. “That is . . . so much better,” the earth ghoul practically purrs, tipping his head further into Dew’s hands.
“I’m glad,” Dew smiles. He removes one of his hands briefly to slide the mug in front of Mountain, dropping the tea bag in and wrapping his hands around the pottery. The earth ghoul trills happily when the smell of simmering spices fill his nostrils, Dew’s fire quickly bringing the brew to life. Steam soon caresses his face, bringing with it its relaxing aroma.
Dew shifts the mug slightly closer and removes his hand. “Don’t faceplant into it,” he teases. He moves to take his other hand from Mountain’s head, but the taller ghoul lets out a low growl in protest. “Okay, okay,” Dew laughs, “a little longer.”
#some soft mountaindew for this evening#ask#ghouletteanon#mountain ghoul#mountain my love#mountain monday#dewdrop ghoul#ficlet#fanfic#the band ghost#the band ghost fanfic#ghost fanfic
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I still haven’t stopped thinking about Rose Harrington so my hand slipped and now there’s a sequel (this is the last part i promise) | AO3 link
Eddie's lips were intoxicatingly warm and strong against Steve's, and his curls felt like that one woolen jumper he used to wear all the time when he was younger. It was the second time Steve was properly kissing him, and he already felt like home.
For their first date, Eddie had taken him to Indianapolis, to this queer bookstore that hosted monthly open mics on Sunday afternoons. There were some poets that Steve couldn't quite follow, a mildly funny standup act, a lot of acoustic pop songs – and Eddie himself. Eddie, who had brought his electric guitar and went all out with some kind of loud screamy metal song, after which he gave Steve a particularly soft smile that kind of implied it had actually been a love song – Steve had to admit he had been too busy staring at Eddie open-mouthed to really listen to the lyrics properly.
It had been a perfect first date. And now they were in Eddie's van in front of Steve's house and Steve was leaning over the gearshift to make out with him - and it was a slightly uncomfortable position but Steve really couldn’t care less about that.
He hesitated for a moment after they broke apart. He was already getting addicted to the warmth of Eddie's body, the softness of his lips, the sensation of his touches. But a part of him was still afraid that Eddie would be scared off at some point, despite his assurances that he was totally okay with having Rose in his life. The implication of inviting Eddie into his home was just... different, with Rose involved. It wouldn't be merely something between the two of them, not even merely something sexy. Maybe Eddie would finally realize what he actually said yes to, maybe he'd finally understand the scope of what it meant to let his life collide with Steve's – and frankly, who could blame him if he were to decide that that wasn't for him after all?
'Stevie?' Eddie's voice sounded soft. 'You still with me?'
Steve swallowed. He had to ask what he wanted to ask. He had to trust Eddie's words. He had to let him in, even if it was the scariest thing he had ever done.
'Do you wanna come inside with me?'
Eddie smiled; his smile was mischievous and sweet all at once. He squeezed Steve's hand.
'Hell yeah,' he whispered in the space between their faces.
Steve opened his mouth to say something about that, but Eddie was quicker.
'Can't wait to see Rose again.'
There was no way he could fight the impulse to launch himself at Eddie again with a new kind of intensity. He still couldn’t wrap his head around how this guy was even real; how goddamn lucky he was to be holding him and to make the taste of his lips something familiar.
They got home to complete chaos: Rose was sitting on Robin's back, who was on all-fours on the living room floor and whinnying like a horse in a mildly concerning way, surrounded by a true explosion of toys.
When Steve gave Eddie a nervous sideways glance, he noticed how the guy didn't even blink, like the whole scene was something perfectly normal and not at all unsettling to him.
'Eddie!' Rose shouted when she noticed the guys; she let herself slide off Robin's back and flew past Steve without sparing him as much as a glance. Eddie opened his arms just in time to catch her, taking a few steps backwards to exaggerate the force with which she crashed into him.
'Rose!' he shouted back in the same excited manner. 'I missed you, m'lady, how have you been?! Have you been practicing those piano skills of yours?'
'Noooo,' said Rose, stretching the “o” into several syllables. It had been her favorite word, lately. 'But I built a castle, look!'
Eddie let her take his wrist and guide him to the corner of the room - he couldn’t manage much more than a quick greeting to Robin as Rose impatiently tugged him along.
'Holy shit, Steve.' Robin, now back on her feet and standing right next to Steve, squeezed into his shoulder as she leaned closer towards him to mumble into his ear. 'Look at him bonding with Rose; he's literally the perfect guy for you!'
'I know, right?' he whispered back at her, practically glowing with the overwhelming realization of just how lucky he was.
'So I take it your date went well?'
He grinned at Robin. 'It did. Really well.' He glanced back at the corner of the room, where Eddie was crouched down on his knees, giving his undivided attention to Rose, who was showing him every nook and cranny of her Duplo castle.
'You built that with her?'
Robin smiled brightly. 'Yeah, cool, right? We had a lot of fun together.'
'Thanks for watching her, Rob. Why don't you head home now? I think me and Eddie will manage to get her into bed.'
After Robin had left (not without a very emphatic wink in Steve’s direction), Steve dropped down on the couch, perfectly content to watch as Rose kept rambling on at Eddie about her castle and the princes and princesses living in there.
'How many knights are there?' Eddie asked, his expressive brown eyes opened wide in a serious look. 'Do they have swords? Is it dangerous in the woods?'
He didn't speak to Rose in a higher or slower voice, like Steve would see so many people around him do. It was like he completely took her seriously; like it came naturally for him to treat her as an equal. And his questions prompted Rose to wholly lose herself in her fantasy world, until the two of them were attacking each other with and dragon and princess figurines (or rather barbies and old dinosaurs that used to be Steve's – Steve was still working on expanding Rose's toy collection – but with the imagination those two have, it worked either way).
'Alright, let's get you to bed,' Steve finally said when he spotted Rose stifling a yawn.
'Noooo!' she exclaimed immediately.
'Yes!' Steve retorted emphatically.
'Nooooo!'
'How about...' Eddie leaned closer towards her, dropping his voice conspiratorially. 'If you go to bed, this dragon will agree to a truce and let the princess live because of your noble sacrifice?'
'What's a sacrifice?'
'It's when you do something you don't really want to do, to help someone else. You save the princess's life, because you listen to your brother and go to bed. How does that sound?'
'Does the dragon come to bed with me?'
Steve saw how Eddie had to fight back a laugh – it was clear that he wasn't really used to little kids' logic yet, but he didn’t falter.
Then, he shrugged. 'Sure.'
Rose grinned and took the dinosaur-dragon from Eddie's hands, then ran towards the stairs.
'Steve, come on, we need to wash the dragon!'
Eddie looked at him with a raised eyebrow disappearing under his bangs. 'Wash the dragon?' he repeated slowly.
Steve grinned at his confused expression. 'No going to bed without taking a bath first. Needed a whole month to properly get that into her head. Kids are gross, you know.'
He got up from the couch and gestured Eddie to follow him into the hall, where Rose was letting her dragon fly through the air until Steve opened the safety fence at the base of stairs so she could climb up.
Eddie kept a respectful distance as Steve routinely helped Rose to get out of her clothes and into the bath, but as soon as she was in the water, he seemed unable to reign himself in anymore and buried both her and the plastic dinosaur in an excessive amount of foaming shampoo. Steve didn't mind; he was happy to have Eddie along for every step of their little nighttime ritual.
'Look at that, you managed to tame the beast, brave knight!' Eddie exclaimed when she was all tucked in bed with the dinosaur in her arms. 'It's a miracle, no one has ever done that before! I'm sure the queen will reward you with endless riches when you wake up tomorrow.'
Steve disappeared from the room for a few seconds to return with his acoustic guitar in his hands. He gave it to Eddie with a smile on his face.
'Will you do the honors?' he asked him in a low voice.
'Only if you sing it with me,' Eddie replied.
To Steve, the song sounded perfect, from the effortlessly played guitar melody to the way their voices mingled to Rose's yawn as the last tone dissolved in the air around them. Their song, Steve's and Rose's. It felt only natural to let it become Steve's and Rose's and Eddie's, like something that was bound to happen ever since Steve had taken Rose into that practice room with him – or even ever since Eddie had crashed into him in the hallway of the community center.
'Goodnight, Rosie,' Steve said as he leaned forward to give Rose a kiss on her forehead.
'Sweet dreams, my valiant knight,' Eddie added, brushing a hand through her damp hair and taking a dramatic bow before closing the bedroom door behind him.
'Was that okay for you?' Steve asked in a whisper as soon as they were alone in the dark hallway.
'Stevie, seriously, you don't need to worry 'bout that,' Eddie answered immediately. 'I meant what I said.’ He held Steve’s gaze for a moment, and the look in his big brown eyes was enough to wipe away any of Steve’s doubts. ‘I'm all in, you're not gonna get rid of me that easily. I actually loved playing with her. I'm sure her imagination is gonna work wonders for my D&D campaigns.'
'Okay.' Steve took a step forward to catch Eddie between the wall of the hallway and himself, then leaned in to give him a slow kiss. 'Good,' he breathed out when he pulled back.
Eddie's eyes were wide and he swallowed thickly; Steve could only smile as he cupped Eddie's cheek with his hand.
'You wanna stay the night?'
'Jesus, Steve, you're killing me here.' Eddie pressed his body back against Steve's, coming as close to him as he possibly could. ''Course I wanna stay.'
'I do have to warn you that Rose will be up and running at six in the morning. She always is.'
Eddie burst out in a soft chuckle as he dropped his head against Steve's shoulder.
'Oh, fuck. Can I still back out?'
Steve tugged Eddie's chin up with his index finger, prompting him to look into his eyes again. 'Nope. You already said you were all in – no takebacks.'
Eddie chuckled again. 'Alright, why don't you show me the way to your bedroom then, big boy?'
And there was something about that pet name that immediately set Steve's insides on fire.
Eddie winked at him, as if he knew exactly what he was doing to Steve. 'I promise I can be real quiet.'
I know it’s been a while since I posted this series, and I wasn’t even planning on writing a sequel, but I’m just gonna include the old taglist here for those who’d be interested. I don’t wanna spam anyone but this is the actual last part (for real this time) so I hope that’s okay!
Taglist: @kardinalkalamity @imzadidragonfly @simpforsauron @undreamingscatworld @nailbatbabygirl @solosnail @theysherobinbuckley @sharpbutsoft @manda-panda-monium @piningapple @whimsicalwitchm @withacapitalp @kerlypride @bejeweledbaby @imhereforthelolzdontyellatme @cheeseaddict-12 @henderdads @hammity-hammer @nelotegreitic @silentiumdelirium @mad-h-w @evix-syne666 @legitcookie @csinnamon-fox @deleataecount @sadcanadianwinter @shadowofaliar @and-say @connected-dots @thosemessyvibes @panicatthediaz @basilthefourth @swimmingbirdrunningrock @inikokoru @adaed5 @ali-just-ali @spectrum-spectre @paperbackribs @steddiewritingnerd @homosexual-having-tea @infinitetrashbag @zerokrox-blog @cr0w-culture @thing-a-ling @skybridgerton @by1er-endgame @martzja @xxfiction-is-my-realityxx @fandomcartographer @maya-custodios-dionach
#i always crave more fluff so this just kinda happened lol#don't mind me rambling about stranger things#steddie#eddie munson#steve harrington#stranger things#fanfiction#ao3
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Helloo, i really like your writing and how you write characters. I was wondering if you could do a wolfwood x flirty, vulgar gn-reader. They are silly and carefree but have vulgar humor and love teasing and taunting
We love reader that can just match WWs energy, maybe even fluster the guy.
TW: not many just some vulgar language, maybe an ass slap or two.
Nicholas had really bitten more than he could chew. You were wild, had mouth that rivalled a sailors, and wouldn't stop directing lewd comments towards him. Not that he minded, but if he pushed too far, you'd always have him choking on his words, unable to fire something cocky back.
You had him beat, and how Nicholas loved you for that.
"Sorry daddy, I've been bad?" Nicholas groaned, fingers pinched at the bridge of his nose. He knew this was on purpose, that you were just trying to get a reaction.
"{Name}, you've come to me for repentance, at least that's what I assumed when you said to me 'I need to ask for forgiveness'." You had the biggest grin on your face, attempting yet failing to contain your laughter. Once again Nicholas fell for your immature behaviour, lifting the Punisher over his shoulder and walking off.
That damn smile drove him mad, you'd always have it plastered to your face the moment he fell for something you said. And by God himself, it was addictive.
"Oh C'mon Wolfwood! You have to admit it was a little funny!" You followed him, engraving that expression forever in your mind.
"The kind of funny like when you asked if what I had been carrying was heavy, only to proceed to use your hands as a 'bra'?" Laughter echoed throughout the empty desert, forgetting that you'd done that
"I heard bigger chests can lead to back pain, you need proper support for those bad boys." God he needed a cold glass of whiskey.
He was going to suffer for another few gruelling days, the next town still quite a distance away. Nicholas adored you, he truly did, but your form of entertainment was nothing short of torturous.
"Kiss me if I'm wrong, but I'm pretty sure that's Vash I see in the distance."
Instantly Nicholas looked up, only to be met with nothing. He fell for it yet again...
"Nope, looks like that's just a funny shaped rock, looks like imma need a pair of glasses and that kiss." You said shamelessly, awaiting your award when Nicholas sighed in frustration.
"{Name}, I love you, but please can you stop trying to give me a heart attack." The last thing he needs right now is that Needle Noggin showing up, the stress was already unbearable.
You didn't answer, verbally, your hand swung forward to slap Nicholas right on the ass. His body jolted, stumbling as his face lit up furious red.
"Oops," Came your unapologetic, flirtatiously teasing voice, eyes batting in mock innocence. "Sorry Wolfwood, there was mosquito."
Two more days.
Two days until he reached the next town. He could do it, that drink will be waiting for him and perhaps you'd finally calm in your constant teasings, return to that sweet individual you'd been for days.
Nicholas rubbed his face, praying for his mind to stay focused, only to see that same innocent face staring at his hunched over form. Your head tilted so innocently, smiling as you jumped up and placed a quick kiss to his lips, turning on your heels to walk ahead.
You'd be the death of him, showering him in teasing affections, a myriad of vulgar flirtatious comments shot at him. He swore your favourite pass time was embarrassing him, chipping away at his overconfidence.
He loved and hated you for it.
#trigun#trigun stampede#trigun x reader#nicholas d wolfwood x reader#nicolas d wolfwood#wolfwood x reader#trigun wolfwood#nicholas d. wolfwood#wolfwood#wolfwood x you#nicholas d wolfwood
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ive thought a little more about devils nest dungeon meshi au (demons nest?) and here is the idea i was bouncing around in my head. id love for some kind of lore compliance check because i havent really gone back over the manga since i finished it, or sought out any kind of supplemental material, and i like the challenge of fitting these kinds of things into the boundaries of the source (once again DUNGEON MESHI SPOILERS. for people who havent read the manga at all)
so you have this demon (in a dungeon) (granting desires and eating them) (getting stronger) (hoping someday he can get out of the dungeon). and hes been in there a while and boy does he love watching humans get their greatest wishes granted, but the part where they gradually go mad with power or get disenchanted with the results and also he has to eat their desires anyway eventually kind of blows. he wishes he could only have the good part where he gets to make people happy forever is that too much to ask. maybe when he gets out of the dungeon he can do something about that. love to get out of the dungeon
anyway fast forward a while and this guy comes in. some teenage prince from a tallman country thats wracked with internal conflict and what HE wants is to become immortal, because that way when he takes the throne his reign will be eternal and the different clans will stop fighting over the right of succession. thats so specific. the demon loves it. he can just give him a peaceful united empire here, in the dungeon, which he can rule eternally-- no he wants the one at home. well. the problem with that is that the demon is here, in the dungeon, and not out there.
HELP WANTED NOTICE: i dont remember what the exact plan was vis a vis the winged lion getting up to the surface in the manga and i know it Had to be simpler than "just walk out of there" because why would it have had to steal laios' body about it. WOULD a sufficiently dedicated dungeon lord be able to get back up to the surface with their respective demon in tow.
ADDITIONAL HELP WANTED NOTICE: if a demon WAS freed from the dungeon without being powerful enough to get out under its own strength, how much magic would it be able to perform out there? would it be able to make somebody immortal without the big magic-insulation box. i feel like this changes a lot if greed Can grant ling immortality vs if now that hes out of the dungeon he cant really do shit.
either way now that hes out he does not technically need to eat this kids desires specifically anymore. if the immortality thing is a bust, maybe hes shaken by the experience of not being able to fulfill somebodys wish for the first time. but HIS wish has been fulfilled instead? complicated! maybe ling drags him back to his kingdom to help him gain the throne, or maybe he gets mad and leaves and greed never finds out what happens to him, but whatever goes down it changes his worldview and hes starting to develop a sense of personhood separate from the rest of the Demon Conglomerate, and also desires that are unique to Him
but he still wants to help people realize their own desires and maybe thats even strengthened by the fact that now he personally knows how much it owns (funny) to want something so bad and finally get it. so im thinking eventually he goes back to his old dungeon, now way smaller, and he sets up shop, and just waits for people to come by so he can help them in a less exploitative way. like he graduates from Addiction Metaphor to Healthy Coping Mechanism Metaphor. and the chimeras all find their way there eventually and he wins their trust one at a time until they are forced to admit this weird overly genuine dungeon guy kind of rules. his personality is laios basically he has the exact same type of autistic swag
but. if the elves heard about a demon who was just fucking going up to people floor 1 like hi im a demon welcome to my dungeon. they would shit bricks. so the raid also has to happen at some point. and i Am putting ling in there albeit as backstory so im open to suggestions as to how the rest of the cast of fma can fit into this (father and the homunculi as other more typical demons obviously) (no clue about anybody else) (come and play toys with me)
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34 with jack? X
Thank you so much for the request!
34. “You’ve always been more than a friend to me, I just didn’t have the courage to admit it, and now I’ve lost you”
I think that everyone has their person. The one who makes them feel safe and loved. No matter how hard I try to feel differently Jack Rowden Hughes is that person for me.
We met freshman year of Highschool and we became fast friends. I was great at school and he was good at.. buying me food. Actually he was amazing at everything besides school but that didn’t matter because I completed him in that area. He is funny, kind, and knows how to make me feel special.
Girls began to notice Jack quickly. I was never put on the back burner but I also realized that I was never going to be one of those girls. The ones he dated. I was the one he played monopoly with at the lake. It hurt for a while but guys never saw me that way anyway.
Until one did. Alex Turcotte was always sweet and stoic, exactly the kind of guy I would usually want. For years I was blinded by Jack and I didn’t notice Alex.
Then last year he pulled me aside at the lake house confessing to me a crush he had had for a while. We had a summer fling and it was perfect.
Until today when Alex texted me to ask me why I wasn’t in the Lake House groupchat anymore. Apparently Jack took me out without telling me.
So I stormed over to his house. When the door swings open I can see him tense. “Hey y/n, what’s up?” He asks hesitantly.
“Not much Jack I just came here to ask what’s going on with you. Since last summer you’ve been really off with me and now I’m not invited to the lake. Did I do something wrong?” I thought I would sound angry but I just sounded hurt.
His hands went up to his eyes rubbing them in frustration. “I just don’t want you to go this year okay? Can you just accept that? How did you even find out anyway?”
“Alex told me -”
“Of course he did.” Jack interrupts. His voice has an edge to it I’ve never heard him use with me.
“Yeah he did but that doesn’t matter. You should have told me. You’re my best friend and you won’t even talk to me when somethings wrong. Why are you shutting me out?”
He sighs, “You’ve always been more than a friend to me, I just didn’t have the courage to admit it, and now I’ve lost you. So yeah I don’t want to see your face all summer and remind myself of how bad I screwed up. Can you please just leave.”
He closes the door on my face as tears fall from my eyes. I immediately grab my phone to call Alex.
The next night I finally gather my courage to go back to his house. It’s late probably around midnight and I know my face is still red from crying but I don’t much care.
I walk up to his door and knock until he opens the door. “Y/n what are you -” I don’t let him finish his sentence before I press his lips to mine.
I’ve never kissed like this before. With Alex it was slow, sweet, and exploring. With jack we were attacking each other. All the tension, aggression, and passion was colliding into this kiss. Before long I was pulled into his house door closed behind me.
He pushes me up against the door and breaks the kiss. “What about Alex. I love you but please tell me you’re not cheating on Alex.” He says breathlessly.
“I called him yesterday breaking it off. He was fine with it, we were always more friends then anything.” I hurry out desperate to feel him on me once again. My brain catches up a moment later. “Wait you love me?”
His hands still clutching my hips he pulls me closer, “Of course I love you, do you love me?”
“I love you so much I can barely breathe.” I admit.
He has my lips addicted to his and my heart in his pocket before I can even think.
“Be with me?” He asks.
“In every way.”
#jack hughes#nhl imagine#usntdp#usa hockey#hughes brothers#trevor zegras#luke hughes#nhl#jack hughes imagine#alex turcotte#jack hughes fluff
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I Get it From You
Fandom: 911 Lone Star
Characters: Carlos Reyes, T.K. Strand, Andrea Reyes, Gabriel Reyes, Lexi Mitchell, OC Cousin Adriana
Rating: K
For @tarlosweeklyprompts Prompt #2: 5+1 of habits that Carlos picked up from TK and 1 that TK got from Carlos.
A/N: I may have played a little fast and loose with it, but 🤷♀️.
Read on AO3
Charm
“I noticed you started wearing this recently,” Andrea says, reaching out to finger the tiny cross hanging around his neck. “It’s pretty.”
“Thanks,” Carlos says a little numbly, eyes trained on T.K.’s nearly frozen, lifeless form.
“You’ve never been much of a jewelry person,” Andrea says, her unasked question hanging in the air between them.
“T.K. wears a medallion around his neck,” he tells her.
“I’ve seen it,” Andrea says. “With his number from New York on it.”
Carlos nods. “He says it reminds him that he’s part of something bigger. That he’s got people to watch his back. That being on that crew probably saved his life, because even when he was…” Carlos hesitates, remembering that his mom doesn’t fully know how deep T.K.’s struggles with addiction have gone. “Even when he was struggling, he knew he had a responsibility to be there and help people. He never takes it off.”
“A good reminder of the support he has, then and now,” she says softly.
Carlos reaches up and brushes his fingers over the cross. “After the fire…everything was just so hard. I felt lost, I was kind of spiraling and one day we were out trying to replace stuff and I saw this and I felt like it kind of called to me. It reminds me where I come from. That I have roots, and a purpose.” He looks up and gives her a wan smile. “That’s probably a less religious answer than you were hoping for.”
She shakes her head, leaning forward to cup his cheek. “It’s a perfect answer.”
Pizza
“Oh my god. What the actual fuck are you doing to that pizza?”
Carlos freezes, pizza halfway to his mouth. “Eating it?” he says in confusion.
Adriana looks at him like he’s crazy. “Eating it? You’re murdering it!”
He looks down to see that he’s mindlessly folded the slice in half. “Mind your own business.”
“Um, you turning a delicious slice of Texas’ finest into that hot mess is my business.”
“How about I eat the pizza I bought and paid for and planned to eat by myself tonight however I want and you shut up?”
“Where did you even learn to do that?” she persists. “I’ve never seen you do that before.”
“It’s how T.K. eats his. It’s a New York thing. I must have picked it up from him.”
“Well can you send it back where it belongs? You look ridiculous.”
He starts to pull the pizza box away from her but she grabs on. “No! Okay! I’m sorry! You can commit pizza homicide all you want!”
He rolls his eyes and lets the box go. “It was so nice and quiet before you showed up here unannounced.”
“You’re welcome, by the way, for saving you from that sad loneliness. Where’s T.K.?”” Adriana asks around a mouthful of cheese and peppers.
“He has a shift.”
She nods in understanding. “Down at Hunk-O-Mania. Gotta get his last dances in before you two get hitched. Nobody wants a lap dance from a guy with a ring on his finger.”
“It is unbelievable that you think that joke is still funny after like three years,” Carlos tells her with a glare.
“God he and Magic Mike both hanging up their tear away pants in the same year,” she says with fake wistfulness. “The stripping world is losing two of its greats.”
“Don’t ever show up here uninvited again.”
Schmutz
“God I love this place,” Lexi says as she bites into a donut. “I will admit I thought gourmet donuts were a stupid idea, but I have seen the light.”
Carlos breaks off a piece of his matcha donut and nods in agreement. “Have you had their mocha one? That’s T.K.’s favorite. They had that lavender one too, a couple weeks ago and it blew my mind.”
“I would usually say flowers and donuts do not go together, but after this?” she holds up the orange cream donut that’s half gone already. “I’m willing to try it.”
They end up cramming their remaining donuts down as fast as they can when a call comes in and they have to go break up some fighting parents at a high school basketball game. It’s nasty and several people have to get seen by EMT’s for bloody noses and black eyes, but no one ends up pressing charges, so they head back to the station to do paperwork before their shift ends.
“You’ve got some donut schmutz on your collar,” Carlos tells her when they get inside and the harsh florescent lighting of the station illuminates them both.
She raises an eyebrow. “Some what?”
“Schmutz,” Carlos says. “It’s like…dirt. Mess.”
“Somebody’s been hanging out with their fiancé too much,” she tells him with a laugh as she reaches for a tissue to wipe off her uniform. “Are you headed home to cook up a brisket tonight too? Going to hail a cab to get you there?”
“Shut up,” Carlos says, feeling his face redden.
“Are you going to stop smiling at people in the store too? And start cutting people off in traffic?”
“Oh my god stop.”
“T.K.’s east coast ways have rubbed right off on you. I would have thought the Texas blood ran deeper than that. Oh god,” she puts on a fake horrified look, “do you think Chipotle is real Tex-Mex now?”
He shoots her a glare. “Don’t you have paperwork to do?”
“I’m teasing Reyes,” she tells him. “I think it’s nice actually. Being with the right person should change you a little. And you and T.K. have changed each other in all the right ways.”
She sends him a smile and starts on the pile on her desk, leaving Carlos to contemplate the warm glow her words have put into his chest.
Team
“Carlitos, thank you for coming on such short notice,” Andrea says when Carlos steps through the front door of his parents’ house.
“No problem,” Carlos says. “Sorry to hear Frankie is sick.”
One of their ranch hands had called out unexpectedly and Carlos was a quick and easy replacement. It wasn’t exactly what he’d had in mind for his day off, but family duty wasn’t something he ignored if he could help it. “Where’s Dad?”
“He’s out back,” Andrea tells him. “I texted him and told him to come up to the house. He’ll be here any minute.”
Carlos shrugs out of his jacket and hangs it on a peg by the door before turning around to give his mom a hug. Andrea’s face immediately drops and she sighs. “Oh Carlitos.”
“What?” he asks, confused by her bizarre response.
She shakes her head. “You’re wearing a Mets shirt.”
“Yeah, I think T.K. brought it back from New York the last time he went out to see Jonah,” Carlos says, glancing down at the offending blue t-shirt.
“Carlos, you know how your father feels.”
“It’s a shirt Mom. It’s what I had on when you called.”
“You couldn’t have taken a few minutes to change?”
“You made it sound kind of urgent,” Carlos says in annoyance.
The back door opens and Gabriel walks in, a smile on his face. As soon as he catches sight of Carlos he sours immediately. “What are you wearing?”
“A t-shirt that my fiancé gave me,” Carlos says.
Gabriel’s voice goes low, dark like thunder. “In this house we root for the Astros. And only the Astros.”
“It’s a shirt dad. It’s not a big deal,” Carlos says. “T.K. likes when I rep his team.”
“Don’t tell me he’s got you cheering for them too?” Gabriel says, looking outraged. “Oh my god, where did we go wrong?”
“They have some really good pitchers dad. You respect a good team, they’re a good team.”
Gabriel scoffs. “I can’t believe we’re even having this conversation.”
“I can’t either,” Carlos tells him.
“Enough Gabriel,” Andrea calls from where she’s returned to the kitchen. “He came to help. Leave him alone.”
“What you do in your own home is your business,” Gabriel says tightly, ignoring her. “But I will not allow those colors to be worn in my house.”
Carlos claps him on the shoulder. “Good thing we’re going to be outside then.”
Friends
“Hey babe!” T.K. calls as he walks through their door.
The TV immediately turns off and Carlos whirls around to look at him over the back of the couch, eyes wide and innocent. “Hey,” he says back.
T.K. pauses, eying him closely. Carlos is trying for nonchalant, but T.K. can smell guilt in the air. He sets down his bag and puts his hands on his hips. “What were you just watching Carlos?”
“A documentary,” Carlos says quickly.
“A documentary.”
��Yep.” Carlos pops the “p” in an effort to seem casual.
T.K. dives over the back of the couch and snatches the remote out of his fiancé’s hand, flicking the TV back on. “A documentary about six friends living in New York in the mid-nineties?!” he yells.
“Okay, hear me out,” Carlos says, holding up his hands placatingly.
“You watched without me!”
“I didn’t mean to!” Carlos cries. “I was watching a documentary and then it rolled into the episode when it ended and—“
“You could have turned it off!” T.K. tells him sternly.
“I was going to!” Carlos says. “But T.K., Chandler and Monica?! What the hell?!”
“You said you didn’t even like it,” T.K. points the remote at his chest. “You said it was ‘fine.’ And then you went and betrayed my trust.”
“Well…I got a little invested,” Carlos says sheepishly.
“I’m glad my good taste in television is finally rubbing off on you,” T.K. grumbles. “But next time you decide to watch a pivotal episode of one of America’s greatest sit-coms, you’d better wait for me.”
Dinner
Carlos is so tired he’s not sure he’s going to make it down the hallway. Every part of his body aches to be in bed though, so he trudges onward, one foot in front of the other until he finally fumbles his way through the door.
He can’t remember the last time a shift was this bad. They hadn’t had a single second to slow down, one call after another, nearly all of them resulting in a physical altercation or take down, and the final call of the day had been a shootout at a bank with multiple casualties. He’s bruised and sore and completely wiped out.
His bag hits the floor and he’s tempted to drop down next to it, but the next thing he knows arms are wrapping around him and T.K. is pulling him tightly into his chest. “Hey,” he breathes into Carlos’ hair. “I was so worried.”
The 126 hadn’t been called into the bank situation, but T.K. must have found out about it from someone because he’d sent multiple concerned texts. Carlos had answered as soon as he could, but there was a big difference between being reassured in a text and being reassured in person.
“I’m okay,” Carlos mumbles into T.K.’s shoulder.
T.K. pulls back and gives him a critical look, fingers brushing over a bruise on Carlos’ forehead and then a minor gash on his arm. “I’m glad you’re home,” he says, a silent acknowledgement that Carlos isn’t actually okay, but he will be now that he’s here.
“Me too,” Carlos sighs. His eyes feel like sandpaper and he desperately wants a shower, but he’s not sure he’ll stay awake long enough.
“Are you hungry?” T.K. asks. “I made dinner.”
“I think I’ll just—“ Carlos stops his response abruptly as he looks at the kitchen. “T.K. what—?”
Every flat surface is covered in pots and pans, cooking utensils, or food. The sink is piled high with dirty dishes and something is still bubbling on the stove.
“I um, I might have been a little anxious waiting for you to get home,” T.K. says sheepishly.
“So you cooked enough for an army?” Carlos asks.
“I’m going to clean it up,” T.K. says quickly. “I know the dirty dishes stress you out, and I planned to have it all done but then the fish took longer than I thought it would and the sauce wouldn’t thicken so…”
Carlos’ brain is still trying to catch up with what he’s seeing. “You don’t usually cook when you’re stressed.”
T.K. shrugs. “I couldn’t sit still so I asked myself, ‘what would Carlos do’? And then I did it. It’s surprisingly effective.” His face softens and he runs a gentle hand over Carlos’ curls. “I can’t fix your day, but I can at least make sure you’re fed. That’s the Reyes Family Motto, right?”
Carlos’ face relaxes into tender smile. “Yeah. Something like that.”
#Tarlos#911 Lone Star#tarlosweeklyprompts#Carlos Reyes#TK Strand#Tarlos Fic#911lsfic#Gabriel Reyes#Andrea Reyes#I Got it From You
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okay this is mostly abt suna but I'm putting it on this blog anyway. also it's 10/07 so it's sunaatsu day and that's where my thoughts are!
so. at first I was pretty surprised seeing suna went pro after the timeskip, not because he wasn't good enough or anything, he just didn't seem like the type? like, he just wasn't all that openly invested in volleyball, not like hinata or kageyama or oikawa or ushiwaka or bokuto or atsumu.
he's not the type to just not be good at anything else, either, he totally could've gone to university and done some other job if he wanted to
in part I think it's def due to kita. like, suna used to be the type to slack and look for shortcuts on his runs. but by trying to find kita's weakness, suna exposed himself to kita's perfect routine, and through kita's presence, suna had to practice dutifully too, making him improve at volleyball and thus making it more fun
that, I think, suna would admit if pressed. esp to other inarizaki alumni. they get it. they've all been impressed and influenced by kita. they couldn't have slacked with kita's eyes on them, either.
the other part, though, suna will take to his grave. there's no way he can ever tell anyone. because it's atsumu.
I just know suna saw atsumu and went 'oh this guy is an idiot and kind of a dick. funny tho' and made no secret that that was his impression of atsumu. recording the twins' nonsense was his biggest source of entertainment at inarizaki
but when he's on the court, atsumu always gives 100%. he does everything he can to set the ball perfectly, and he expects his spikers to do equally as much to score.
suna might've been reluctant at first - if you do everything you can with all your heart, failing hurts way more than if you just kinda tried a little bit, and it opens you up to ridicule which suna hates - but there were people like osamu and aran on the team, who answered atsumu's demands every time, so half-assing it would absolutely not fly. and at some point suna stopped wanting to half-ass it.
he got addicted to hitting tosses perfectly tailored to his unique style, and to toying with opposing middle blockers, and to winning, and to trying his best, and to volleyball.
after three years at inarizaki, he couldn't imagine quitting anymore.
he's kinda happy about it, too, likes going pro and being able to be openly passionate
he just kinda hates that he got inspired by miya atsumu of all people. esp since he considers osamu his best friend. if osamu found out, he'd never, ever let suna live that one down
even worse if the inspiration and passion comes with a crush. imagine having a crush on atsumu. embarrassing. mortifying. suna considers becoming a monk or leaving the country before he ever considers admitting to said crush. probably needs osamu to catch on and give him a push before he does anything about it. hates every step of it.
but it's worth it, in the end. just like putting his entire self on the line for volleyball and being rewarded with fun and victory and the best tosses, putting it all on the line and voicing his feelings gets him atsumu. atsumu who loves suna with the same honesty and intensity that he loves volleyball with. it's exhilarating, and addictive, and soon, suna has no idea how he ever lived without it.
#suna rintarou#miya atsumu#sunaatsu#miya osamu#kita shinsuke#honestly the kita atsumu combo is prob why inarizaki has the most players going pro in all of haikyuu#this ship needs more content suna is clearly obsessed with both twins not just osamu
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Fanon vs Canon characters
(Contains spoilers, duh)
Percy Jackson:
fanon Percy: OH this is a pen guys!!! Lolz wtf am I doing again? 🤪Annabeth who? The love of my life is blue food. Omg I like, don't even know where my head is unless my smart gf points it out to me. 😅Haha
canon Percy: is actually smart, though self-deprecating and funny. Is immensely loyal & protective but has the presence of mind to quickly think his way out of a problem. Even Annabeth admits he is pretty intelligent; she simply likes to tease him like he's an idiot.(which he clearly isn't)
Wylan Van Eck:
fanon Wylan: Omg Jesper *blush* *stutters* 🥺*blushes again* oh gosh Kaz, nooo ahhhh I'm just a baby OR Yo get out of the way bitch, this is Kaz Brekker 2.0 & I'm gonna push you into the canal. 😠
canon Wylan: is very smart but insecure. Yet stands up for himself and his friends. Quite kind & modest yet develops confidence along the way. Super smart; His father is a dumb asshole for not recognizing the genius in him. Definitely a badass survivor but dosen't let his shitty circumstances knock the goodness out of him.
Nikolai Lantsov:
fanon Nikolai: Haha I'm so funny & handsome lolz 😝😏 lemme flirt *wink* ah darling I'm just here for the laughs. #partyanimal Narcissus 2.0
canon Nikolai: Funny, smart, charming & brave. Disguises his dangerously smart mind, fears & insecurities behind a well-constructed mask of easy-going charm & wit. Is also deeply patriotic & optimistic despite battling demons from all sides. Is a king through & through, even without a crown.
Jesper Fahey:
fanon Jesper: Shoot! *finger guns* *wink*😜😘 ohhhh Milo *ignores Wylan* my dearest, love of my life, aww. I'm not throwing out the goat. 🐐Haha I'm the dumb comic relief. I'm just here to be loud & funny & annoy Kaz hehe.*twirls guns*
canon Jesper: Friendly, brave, talented but also impulsive & reckless with gambling addiction. Suffers trauma, identity crisis & masks it with humor. Lowkey protective of his friends & hates to disappoint his loved ones. Likes to live in the moment. Looking for purpose in life.
Alina Starkov:
fanon Alina: ugh, so dumb, & whiny all the time. I have no personality guyzzz, besides going back & forth between Mal & Darkling. Meh, there's nothing else.
canon Alina: Snarky, sassy, insecure, also very brave & patriotic, bit of a hero complex, carries the burden of the Chosen One even though she dosen't want to solely to save her country. Is deeply in love with her best friend & is scared of losing him. Very powerful but dosen't let the greed for it overcome her & refuses to let go of her humane & compassionate side. Can be quite funny when she wants to.
Nico di Angelo:
fanon Nico: McDonald's for life. *angst* *gay* *angst* *angst* wow I'm depressed. Casually jokes of death all the time or just yells & swears.
canon Nico: Moody, depressed, used to a joyful kid but scarred by death of his sister. Also kinda angsty & powerful. Eventually overcomes his fears & learns to move on. Comes out as gay & learns to accept his identity, falls in love. Is also brave & loyal. Has a hidden soft side only a few know about. Is the Ghost King; radiates deadly authority. Speaks in a low & quite voice but still carries his point across.
Matthias Helvar:
fanon Matthias: I'm just a boring straight guy who's also misogynistic & homophobic.(insert Ch 40 joke) *Karen 2.0* *dumb af* Being an uptight edgy prude is the only highlight of my personality. (Insert Ch 40 joke) *rolls eyes* *simps* (yet another stupid Ch 40 joke, now laugh guys, so funny haha)
canon Matthias: Big grump with a kind heart. A tragedy in childhood made him get recruited by a hateful cult. Unlearnt the bigotry & left said cult even at the cost of being branded as a traitor by his beloved country, appears cold at first but is extremely loving & tender, hella brave & wants to do the right thing. Told a misogynistic line just once then revised his opinion & started respecting the warrior sides of Nina & Inej. The only one in the group who cared for a pregnant lady. Stoic & strong, patriotic & heroic soldier, faithful & religious, believes his country can do better. Loves Nina whole-heartedly, notices Jesper & Wylan falling in love & never harbors homophobic feelings against them.
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Speaking of Anime Discourse ,Trixie/The Golden Witch, formerly Digibro, retired from Youtube last week. For most people this is just an obit for a long-gone career - Trixie’s videos haven’t been reaching audiences for years now. Extremely happy she is moving on; in the ‘goodbye’ video its harsh to watch how much discussion of money is the focus of the long downward spiral. Which is not a criticism, paying bills is good, but its obvious that 95% of the actual drive for making anime videos vanished, replaced with whack-a-mole attempts to chase the ghost of lost glories from ~2017. Real “Romanov-adjacent in 1920′s Paris, bedecked in whatever furs and jewels fit in the suitcase lugged onto the last steamer out of Petrograd, smoking away the years at the Ritz bar awaiting the inevitable Restoration” vibes, even down the mismatched furs. It was never going to work, primarily because it never works for almost anyone and the lack of passion is openly transparent. Absolutely quit, there is nothing for you here, I hope you go be happy.
Though it is funny to hear a decade+ YouTuber discuss subscriber counts like they are meaningful metric, like she needed to ‘recapture’ an audience that is still there due to a 300k subscriber count. Those account aren’t real, if your videos are getting 3k views its because the ‘active’ accounts ditched, all that is left are dead emails & spambots juicing a number. Another ghost from the past, hard to admit that the one thing you do have means nothing. I am not trying to roast here, I just don’t want to pretend that this whole process wasn’t a negative thing. Her trajectory in life was tragic, and it was painful to watch.
At least she admitted she got ridiculously addicted to weed for a time there, heartening for the obvious to finally be acknowledged.
Still for how sad the last chapter was, as Digibro Trixie was one of the most influential anime YouTubers to ever do it. Youtube has era’s, and starting in like ~2014 there was a big upswing in higher-effort ‘analytical’ videos, and Digi was absolutely a leader of the pack the anime space. She brought the caustic, humor-laden but actually-substantiative analytical style of Red Letter Media to the anime sphere and blended it with gonzo-inflected, despair-laden personal rants. The peak of her legacy is of course turning the tide on Sword Art Online, which was an immensely popular anime in 2012 but Digi’s viral 2014 review started a floodgate of counter-appraisals in the western fandom such that a few years later liking SAO was the hipster stance. Pedantic Romantic even documented the ‘digi effect’ on SAO & the fandom in a video, which is exactly the kind of investigative journalism we need more of.
At the time Digi spawned waves of imitators and also was the center of a crew of other creators, people like Endless Jess & Best Guy Ever, she was a member of the PCP crew, and there were others less directly connected but still strongly influenced like Steak Bentley, who’s video on Cowboy Bebop & the West is still one of my absolute favourites. Digi was really good about highlighting other interesting anime YouTubers and giving you an idea of what could be out there, being responsible for half of their viewership, and through that building a sense of community.
Of course I chose those specific names tactically - they are mostly gone now. Some off the internet entirely, others occasionally appearing once a year with a tweet or a video, others pivoting to video games or Twitch streaming, etc. Just like that era of YouTube is now gone, Anime YouTube still exists of course, but it isn’t just the names that have changed; the content, the style, the market, expectations, all moved on. Even Trixie’s later content showed that, making fun of the depression-inflected rage she used to exhibit at properties like High Guardian Spice, because while rage-merchants are a thing on Youtube, oh for sure they are a thing, its now its own thing, not part of the analytical-emotional melting pot in the same way anymore (and pretty inextricably tied to politics). And we are in the golden era of western creators doing serious dives into production histories, industry reporting, etc, but that's too serious, there is also no place for Digi there either.
Or I am wrong, and I just don’t know the new generation doing it out there. Would love to see them. From my vantage point, Anime YouTube’s “Gonzo” era is over, and Digi was the center of it. Maybe itll come back. But its certainly over for Trixie, and I am glad she is finally letting the ghosts fizzle out in the wires of the internet in peace.
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Do You Pinky Promise
CH.3
Got Trust Issues, I admit it, Scar Tissue to Prevent The Pain That Waits
Summary: Things slowly return to normal, with the exception of Silco's now frequent visits. You can finally relax in your home - wait……no the hell they didn’t.
Triggers: There is drug abuse, there is violence, different kinds of smokes and child abuse in this story. Please be mindful of the following content.
Silco x addict!f!reader
Graphic depictions of violence in this chapter!!
Chapter1 Chapter2 Chapter4
Another month has passed. Silco is visiting weekly now, mainly on Thursdays. He comes in, asks how you're feeling, if there's been any changes in work. Of course, he doesn't believe a word you say, so he inspects your hands and face to see any obvious signs of decline. He doesn't, and he leaves it be.
He’s actually declared that you’re fine now. Funny it only took two months to convince him. ‘You’re more capable than I give you credit for’ he said. He still visits though for some reason. Anytime you ask he just responds how it’s his facility, he’ll do as he likes. When asking the other Factory executives, they share that they rarely ever see the guy. So why you? Why Here?
Next to that, when you're working around him you can feel his eyes burning into your back. Yet when you turn around, he’s focussed on something else entirely. You swear he’s watching you. You can’t help but be paranoid around him.
Other than that, work has been steady. You have hired guns with every transport now, and none have caused trouble yet. Silco is still hesitant on your decisions, and if you're honest - so are you. Like hell you'll tell HIM that though. No, you just take extra precautions when dealing with them.
You pay them half at the beginning, and the receiving facility pays the other half when the cargo arrives. You've made sure everyone is clear on these rules, and they all agreed. It's been working surprisingly well.
Now, it's Sunday. It feels like it's been forever since you've had a break. It's also been a while since you and Sevika sparred.
Sevika has a friend who owns a gym. The equipment isn't in the best condition but it does the job. It's actually more foot traffic than you thought, judging by the crowd that was forming around you two.
Now, contrary to popular belief, you are a DAMN good fighter. Sevika may be bigger than you, but you've managed to make her lose her balance. And with that, all you had to do was make sure she stayed down. She's even tapped out a few times.
Between the two of you, it was a pretty even match. While she fights with brute strength, you fight her with her own weight. A trick your old man taught you before he up and left for topside.
By the end of it, Sevika won. You stand there, hunched over panting, as she accepts 'congratulations' from the betters in the crowd.
It was a fucking sparring match. What the hell?
You both sat down together now. Taking a smoke/water break.
You spoke up to her immediately though, "Hey Sev? Can you do me a favor in the future?"
"Depends."
"Don't give my pills to Silco anymore. If you can't show up, then I wait another day. It's not the end of the world."
She laughs at you, "It must've been pretty bad if it has you thinking of going a day without these things." She holds up a bag of what you can clearly see is two new bottles.
"Sevika, I still have the one. It's still full."
"Well, now you're ahead. No nasty withdrawal symptoms."
"People are gonna start thinking you're my dealer."
"At this point? Might as well be. Just be glad I don't charge you."
"And why don't you? This shit is a pain to get, it's all from topside."
"Hey, I make plenty of money at my current job thank you. Besides, I guess…you're supposed to go out of your way to do shit for stupid people like you."
……Was…was that?
"Was that your way of saying, you care?"
"That's my way of saying, I've seen how bitchy you are without your 'candy'. You not being that shitty is payment enough."
You laughed at that, agreeing with her. You weren't the best person when off your meds. But that was the closest you were ever getting to being called a friend by Sevika.
It was nice to know she felt that way.
Has nice as it felt, you did not like the sentimental feeling that is now looming over you. Topic change, now.
"You got any plans after this Sevika? Meet a nice girl? Get some drinks with her? Maybe spend the night at her place?"
She actually barks a laugh at that, "With my line of work? You actually thought I'd have time for that? No, unfortunately the boss is calling everyone in. We got some business to take care of."
"Wow, everyone needs to be in for that?"
"Sorry, I can't go into detail for why."
"I understand, just business."
Sevika gets up and starts getting ready to leave.
"What about you? Got any plans?"
"Mmm, thinking about taking Tammy out for a walk."
"Doesn't she just go off on her own now?"
"She does but everytime I come home she's whining and holding her leash. She misses going out together."
"God, you're such a sap."
You chuckle at her response and help her with her poncho.
"You still need to tell me what exactly happened with your arm. You haven't told me shit yet."
She looked right at you, "Just business." And walked away.
Back at the house, as you said before, your Saint Bernard, Tammy, was there holding her leash whining to spend time with you.
"I know Tamtam, let me look over these forums real quick and then we'll walk around."
Just because you weren't physically at work doesn't mean you didn't take some home. All you had to do was confirm the shimmer transport anyway. Shouldn't take long.
You were looking over the documents of the last transport when you got a gut feeling. When comparing your numbers with the neighbor factorie's everything added up correctly. So why was stockpile incorrect?
You kept looking until you got to the signature that passed everything. You knew EVERY managers signature, just so you knew if anyone screwed up.
THIS WAS FORGED.
You were beyond pissed that anyone would even try this. You grabbed your shotgun from the gun cabinet and turned to Tammy, who could sense that something was up.
"Want to play fetch instead girl?"
Silco was not a patient man. If a mistake is made he understands, but if it happens again he is not so understanding. When questioning the east side factory manager on why there was a shortage of shimmer coming from here, he was met with nothing but a confused look.
Sevika held the man down in his seat while Silco drew out a knife from his jacket.
The man started talking quickly, "I-I don't know! Everything has always been in order!"
"Mistakes are already an annoyance. Ignorance is unforgivable."
Before he could start cutting, the door to the main office is kicked down. There you standing with a double barrel shotgun and a Saint Bernard at your side, baring it's teeth.
You look at him, then at Sevika. "THIS is just business? Torturing my coworker?"
Silco jumped in before Sevika could retort, "Leave. This does not concern you."
Silco turned back around facing the manager again, only to now realize just how upset you were.
"Actually asshole, it does. More than you think. So how about you move the fuck aside while I deal with this problem."
He whipped back around facing you again after that, with a look that could kill. That doesn't even make you hesitant.
"He's not the guy you want anyway! All the more reason for me to take the reigns, since you're obviously way to impatient to follow the obvious thread that'll lead you to who you really want. So move aside asshole, before I make you."
Your dog barks at him while you walk towards the terrified and confused man.
"Sorry about all this Gary."
"Can you just tell me what's going on?" His voice was far too shaky to be taken seriously.
You threw some papers in front of him on his desk. Silco recognized them as the stockpile and cargo docs.
"Tell me who was in the inbound position and in charge of this truck."
Gary looked over the documents you tossed at him. Silco couldn't help but note how intimidated the man was of you. He can't help but wonder what else you've done.
"This - this was Dan. He was stationed there then - I didn't sign ANY of this!"
"I know." After your curt reply you start walking out, "Tammy, nāc."
The dog follows her out.
Silco follows closely after you, only for you to hop off one of the catwalks to roll onto the ground floor. When he looks down he sees four other people with you.
One was Santos, your secretary of sorts. Another was a bulky one that was holding down a man in a chair so he couldn't leave, much like Sevika was with Gary. Only difference is this poor sod had his hands bound as well. The last two you brought with looked to be paramedics. Of course they didn't have the attire, but the equipment they carried hinted at medical support. And this was taking place in the middle of the factory. In front of everyone.
Just what were you planning?
You approached the man in the chair - who he assumed was Dan - with this slow menacing walk that had even him on edge.
In a different way from everyone else, he's sure of that, but still on edge.
He saw your pet catch up with you, after taking the stairs, and take it's place at your side again. He decided to follow it's example and rush down the stairs as well.
He HAD to see what happened.
"Well would you look at that Dan! That's two against one!" He could hear your voice from the stairs, you sounded unhinged. He moved faster.
"You're really taking Gary's word over mine!? Hotshot, we've known each other for years! The fact you don't trust me on this hurts my feelings-"
"I'm giving you two chances, but you won't like it once we get to the second."
Silco had made his way through the crowd and got there just in time to see you place the barrel of the gun on top of his left leg.
“Who did you sell it to?”
Dan looked at everyone around him with a forced smile, "She isn't serious everyone! She's a jokester like that! It's just a thing of ours! Everything's fine-!"
The second a loud boom was heard, Dan's leg was nothing but chunks of flesh on the floor amongst a pink mist.
Blood splattered over five feet away into the crowd, gore dripping from people’s hair. Eyes were wide in horror at what they just witnessed. Silco’s was more shock than horror.
He looks at you again, noting the uncaring look in your eyes as you gazed at the man screaming in pain and agony. He can’t even make himself care about the noise. He was fixated on you. Covered head to toe in the blood of a traitor, how tall you made yourself stand over his squirming body.
He can’t help but admire you. You’re breathtaking like this. You’re beautiful.
You’re powerful.
The women holding Dan down had to use more force after the shot. He was squirming in all different ways screaming. She was glad you tied up his hands.
You smacked your hand over his mouth to shut him up. “I warned you, didn't I? You wouldn’t like it?” You crouch down and squat in front of him, your hand still on him.
“Let’s try this again. Answer my question, and those guys over there will patch you up.” You gesture to your ‘doctors’ standing to the side. “Otherwise we can leave you here to bleed out.”
You take your hand back and he immediately starts screaming a name, almost hysterically.
“BRENT!!! IT WAS BRENT!!”
Everyone in the room felt the air change instantly. No one knew why, no one but Silco. He remembers the spy he sent out relaying to him what happened. He remembers that name and what it means to you. You look ready to snap.
You raised your hand and snapped your fingers. Medical assistance came over and started on patching his le- eerrr, nub.
You stood up again, whispered something to Santos, walked away and out of the building. Tammy followed.
And so did Silco.
You walked down empty streets alone, until you heard your name from behind. You turned to see Silco walking towards you.
“If you came here to lecture me on my methods, save it for morning-”
“I planned on nothing of the sort.”
“....What do you want, Silco?”
He paused, he didn’t really know what he wanted right now. He just needed to speak with you. Ever since the beginning, he’s wanted something. It’s why he’s made the excuse to check on your performance, why he teased you with your addiction, and now making random visits to the factory. He wants SOMETHING, but he doesn’t know what. Just a chat? You don’t look much in the mood for that.
“You knew the colluder?”
“He at least wasn’t lying about that. Yeah, we knew each other for years. He’d always get in trouble and I’d bail him out. There were times where he’d help me too. I don’t know when or how things changed though. But now I think I have more of an idea.”
Right. Brent. He had a feeling you’d be going after him, and he won’t be able to stop you.
“Are you just going to stand there?”
He didn’t realize he’d been staring at you.
“Look, I’m really fucking tired tonight, okay? Can this wait another day?”
You start walking again and he just watches. He doesn’t know what to say to you, to at least ease the pain.
Wait.
You hear your name again and turn around once more, looking more irritable. You don’t say anything.
“You’re not the only one to feel the pain of betrayal.”
Once he said that, he could see you struggling to keep it together. He could see you brows curl up more, eyes watering - you look away so he can’t see you breaking on the inside. He understands. And yet for some reason, he puts his arms out. Not real wide, but enough for an invitation.
You look at him confused, all he says is, “No one should know such suffering. Especially alone.”
In a moment of weakness, you run into his arms. You hold on to him tightly crying your eyes out. You’re very quiet, refuse to show more than you already have. He doesn’t mind however, the feeling of want he’s had for two months now has finally subsided - at least slightly.
So here you two stand, hugging each other, in the middle of a lone empty street. With Tammy looking up at you both with her head cocked to the side
#silco arcane#silco x reader#silco my beloved#silco x oc#silco x you#silco x y/n#silco fanfic#it's midnight#I got it#silco and jinx#sevika
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Alkaline Trio - Blood, Hair, And Eyeballs
Before listening to the new Alkaline Trio album, Blood, Hair, & Eyeballs, I thought this was my first Alkaline Trio album, but as it turns out, I first listened to them seven years ago, with their 2010 album, This Addiction, but I don’t remember listening to it. That’s bad, because if the album was good, or good enough, it wouldn’t have made an impression on me, but it didn’t. Hell, my review wasn’t very positive, although I could admit the band was good, just nothing I could get into. I didn’t even dislike it, necessarily, but the album didn’t do anything for me. Sometimes that happens, but it’s kind of funny how that works, because I feel the same way about their new album. I’ve given this record a few listens, but it just hasn’t stuck with me. Alkaline Trio is a legendary band in the punk world, too, especially with Matt Skiba being a part of Blink-182 for a brief time, so they have a lot of credibility behind them. That’s why I ended up listening to them, because I enjoyed Skiba’s stuff with them (at least at the time; I don’t know if it’s aged well). I won’t even deny that this album has some bangers, and some catchy moments, but this album just hasn’t stuck with me over the last few days. I wish it did, too, because there are some moments I like, but I’m kind bummed out at myself by that. I know it’s not that big of a deal, because music taste is subjective, but at the same time, I was excited to listen to this.
I suppose it all comes down to personal taste, but there is some credit that needs to be given to this band. They have some catchy songs, especially “Shake Me,” “Bad Time,” and “Teenage Heart” are all songs that have been getting stuck in my head. The issue is that I don’t think the vocals are very good, or at least, they’re very flat and not interesting. The hooks are fine, and I know a lot of punk isn’t focused on the vocals, necessarily, but I just can’t get into the vocals much. The lyrics aren’t that good, either; if they’re not just plain generic or bland, they’re a little heavy handed, especially on the album closer “Teenage Heart,” with lyrics about how teenagers want AR-15s for Christmas and fentanyl in their stockings. It just feels heavy handed, and too on the nose, sort of like with what Green Day does sometimes, although on their new album, they don’t go that far. They’re trying to say something, because those are buzzwords in the current political climate, but what they’re saying, I don’t really know.
As a standard punk album, this album is fine, at least for what it is, but I just haven’t been able to get into this thing. I’ve tried to sink my teeth into it, and I don’t like the taste, unfortunately. It’s funny that I listened to an album from these guys already, but I just didn’t remember it, because I ended up feeling the same way about this that I did about that album. It’s not even that I thought it was bad, just underwhelming and not that interesting. This album, at least, has a few songs I really like, and it’s a short album, but I just haven’t come back to it all that much. I suppose this album is worth hearing if you’re a fan of this band, or you’re curious about them, because it’s good for what it is, but this is more or less a case of just not being into it. It’s not necessarily for any particular reason, it just doesn’t do anything for me. That happens with things sometimes, as not everything is going to connect with you, and that’s how I feel here. Glad I heard this, but I won’t ever come back to it.
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what if they kissed? - for jin and also maybe for noel...
What if they kissed? (Open)
@nefariuus
Wrote two scenes for you (one for Jin and one for Noel)! Ended up having to put everything under a cut because things got way too long. Enjoy!
For Jin:
“I thought you guys weren’t allowed to gamble.”
Gabban shuffled the deck neatly, having clearly practiced the motions and gotten used to the feel of the cards for some time now. True, the Legion was wholly against all kinds of addictions, but soldiers were still people with their own heady desires. Even ones as reckless as games of chance.
“Do you want to play or not?”
They sat away from the poker tables in the Wrangler, half obscuring their game so as to not unsettle the dealers or throw off the other players. Jin asked why they hadn’t joined any of the ongoing bets and blown off the caps they got from the Fort. It would’ve been so easy to raise the pot with their kind of “funny money”.
“I just play for fun.”
It was hard to imagine Gabban as a truly devout gambler playing for the mere sport of the game. Though when he was done shuffling, there came a great change in his demeanor, as if a light had been turned on at the back of his eyes. Despite the thick, cigar smoke clouding the lounge, Jin was aware of when the real game had started.
Both players would deal themselves in by each asking a question, by the end of the round the loser would have to give their honest response, or as honest of a response one could get between a frumentarius and a mercenary. Choosing to fold wouldn’t save one from responding either.
The terms were simple, the game was set, and as the night went on their questions intensified at breakneck speeds. Jin had learned more about the Legion than they’d previously thought possible, provided everything they were told was true. On the other hand, they had given up answers to some needling, personal questions too specific to be coincidental. Whatever background checks Gabban must have run on Jin were exceedingly accurate.
Still, Jin was on a winning streak, and for the past half hour had gotten Gabban to detail aspects of their current business even he wasn't privy to. If the legionnaire was willing to go as far as to spill confidential information, then what was stopping them from learning entire military strategies? Maybe they’d finally force Gabban to admit defeat and put an end to this silly game.
“When’s your next attack on the NCR?” Jin placed his cards face down on the table, seemingly pleased with what he already had. They watched Gabban’s expression closely, though it never changed.
“Alright...” The frumentarius looked at his cards for less than a second, then dealt himself in once more. “Well, would you let me kiss you?”
Jin leaned back, furrowing his brows as they watched the other. Not even a second- they couldn’t have actually seen the entirety of their hand or even had a chance to think about the odds! Sure, nothing could stop Gabban from lying if they lost, but where was the fun in that? What was the point in all this? If either of them lied then the game lost all of its charm…
It was then Jin must have realized something very important about the man in front of them. Gabban wasn’t afraid of honoring those losses because he didn’t care about what was being asked of him. In all this time, they should have been pressing Gabban on more personal matters, things that would have actually made him break a sweat. Nothing could have been further from Gabban’s heart than Caesar or the Legion’s plans for total domination. Jin had misunderstood the game entirely, and revealed their hand with a sigh, already losing all interest in the cards.
Gabban won that round by besting Jin’s two pair with his three of a kind, then gathered the cards for another shuffle. Silence settled over their table then, and for a while Jin was content with watching other people argue over their bets and putting drinks on their many tabs.
“Would you let me kiss you?” The frumentarius watched them intently, the same light from before flickering in his gaze. Jin waved them off almost dismissively, still intent on watching the crowd.
“Yeah.”
Then, just as he gave his response, Gabban switched seats and wrapped an arm around his shoulder. Oh, Jin had really misunderstood the game. A scarred hand delicately cupped his chin and pulled him in.
Gabban was gentle at first, pressing his lips to Jin’s tenderly, his hands mostly kept at his sides. Until at length he groaned, deepened the kiss, and took rough hold of their hips. He felt Jin arch their chest forward, and he responded in kind, letting a hand then travel up the small of their back, grazing his nails over every bit of flesh he could find. Jin was paradise enclosed in his embrace, a taste of Venus’ blessing, he pulled away only to trail kisses along the pretty slope of their jaw. To worship the model perfection of the other man. Everything he touched and tasted was proof of a divinity so profound it would have easily driven him mad.
“Jin, you are a god…”
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For Noel:
Perhaps in another life Gabban would have met the doctor on equal grounds, able to share in the molecular beauty of the human body without lapses in his understanding. But here, in the wasteland, his mind had been trained for lesser work, geared for the viciousness of war and not the delicacy of refined medicine. Where Noel would have cut lines across the skin, Gabban would have cleaved and torn instead. Where sutures should have sealed the strike of a blade, Gabban pierced with an iron brand and worsened the flow of blood. Nothing he touched could ever be mended, not even by the grace of his goddess.
Still, Gabban liked having these things explained to him, just as he liked the quiet of Noel’s office and the soft murmuring of their note-taking. The space was clean, organized, with space to sit and reflect on books. He found great comfort in the difference between cruelty and cold efficiency, especially in the noiseless intrusion of Noel’s “patients”.
The only thing he’d change about the doctor was their vice, and how that affected their place of study. Though it was rare for Noel to partake in his pipe for longer than an hour, the smoke left its sweet notes over nearly everything in the room. At times the pungency was enough to make Gabban gag…
“That smells better than what you usually smoke.” Gabban had watched the other re-light their pipe with some distaste until the scent settled about the room with less strength than usual.
“It’s a new blend.” Noel dragged a long puff of smoke, then appeared to savor something on his tongue. “Tastes better.”
“Pipe smoke has a taste?”
Gabban had known the taste of pyres and burnt towns, the awful bitterness which made soldiers heave over ashened corpses. But he’d never thought of tobacco to come in different flavors. “What’s it like?”
“Usually, pure tobacco has a natural, grassy flavor, with a hint of spice. But this is an aromatic brand meant to smell and taste like chocolate. It might as well be one of man’s last chances at experiencing such a luxury.”
Another bout of quiet ensued, and it finally dawned on the doctor that Gabban had probably never heard of most prewar sweets. Cacao trees, though native to some parts of the americas, could hardly have survived the current climate of the states. Moreover, there weren’t enough farmhands in the region to tackle the processing of its beans. “Would you like a try?”
They hadn’t posed the question out of politeness or a feeling of warmth, but mostly out of sheer curiosity. There had been questions stirring in Noel’s mind for some time now, compelled by what he’d sometimes observed in Gabban, the subtle cracks in their mask. As a man of science, he wanted to put a few running theories to the test.
Gabban, on the other hand, was less worried about hiding his thoughts as he was preoccupied with the offer. It wouldn’t be a wise thing to do, and Noel had already told him once of its effects on the human body. Yet he looked at the doctor for a brief moment, perhaps with more earnestness than he should have, and nodded. Noel then wiped the lip of their pipe and began to instruct him on how to use it, all with a strange look of satisfaction.
The frumentarius sucked in slowly, but struggled to hold the smoke in his mouth, finding it unbearable to keep it all in his nose and at the back of his throat. Still, he persisted, and with every failure insisted with more urgency.
“Here-” Noel had seen enough to already confirm a few of his suspicions. He only needed to cross the line just a little further. “Let’s try this instead.”
Gabban was surprised with watching Noel take a drag off their pipe and fill their cheeks, only to press flush against his chest. Their lips barely touched as they blew smoke into his mouth, and the initial shock kept him from coughing or even making a sound. The second dose was better, their mouths locked in a gentle kiss, the smoke a warm exchange of breaths. By the third time he barely noticed he’d breathed any of it, only relishing in the taste of chocolate on the other man’s tongue.
“What do you think?”
It took Gabban a moment to reign himself in, then another to answer with anything coherent. “It’s a nice taste.”
Interesting. Noel was only half surprised with their yielding response, having once perceived a quirk in Gabban’s overall demeanor. Though the frumentarius guarded himself well, and stuck true to the danger he posed, there had always been a strange light in his eyes. No more than a flicker at times, but warm and more impassioned than it should have been. Their kiss had been given at a great risk, but the final results had all come back positive. The doctor indeed had a degree of influence over the soldier, and it was enough to convince them to stay their better judgment. If handled correctly, he could gain a great asset from this situation.
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new addiction
So yes.. I still go "ga ga" over Naruto, BLEACH, Vampire Knight, Ouran High School Host Club, and Full Metal Alchemist… the 5 periodic mangas i read that are still "ongoing"
demo.. [wahahaha… oopsies… i mean.. BUT…]
I have recently discovered.. or rather… ADMITTED and ACCEPTED to myself.. this NEW addiction i have..
ASIAN DRAMAS…….
japanese and taiwanese ones at that..
and to think i HAVEN'T delved into the korean drama world yet.. at the present time…. my most recent explorations on that being the ones 5 years ago..
so….. i began watching around december….. and it was just that. watching..
but then…. it became more often.. i mean.. it is still controllable.. but.. i suppose i'm watching.. in an UNHEALTHY rate.
and so… with watching these dramas.. i found new favorite actors and singers..
and now.. it's a habit of mine to SEARCH youtube every night.. before i sleep [like what i'm doing right now..] of videos of these asian celebrities OUTSIDE of their dramas.. aka… guest shows and variety shows..
and so….. apparently.. yes. I'm a fan.
wow. in the past i could never bring myself to say that so casually.. because let's face it..
you know me. if you ask who my fave actor is.. i probably won't give you an answer..
now.. i can still confidently say i do not have a favorite FAVORITE actor.. but there are now ones i can call… my… "favorite" .. the ones i'm interest to at the moment..
so.. because i HAVE to LET IT OUT…
I will name them here in this blog.
[wow. this is the first time i've referred to my writing as a blog]
Fahrenheit [Fei Lun Hai]
they're Taiwanese.. consisting of Wu Chun, Calvin Chen, Jiro Wang, and Aaron Yan.
I like Aaron Yan [Yan Ya Lun] and Jiro Wang [Wang Dong Cheng]
….yes they're… cute and they appeal to me.. but it's not the "OMG ILOVEU" kind of thing.
it's just…. a simple admiration.
Danson Tang [Tang Yu Zhe]
Taiwanese.
he is often confused to be a member of Fahrenheit….. but he's actually a solo artist.
uhm…. i dunno what to say about him….. i don't go "ga ga" over him.. i just like him.. and i think he's either my number 1 or number 2 taiwanese celebrity… i'm not too sure who i like more: him and aaron yan..hahahaha
Arashi
Japanese.
OFFICIALLY my favorite japanese boyband… because…. their songs are AWESOME. it's like.. when you hear it you go…. "wow.. it's a nice feeling" kind of thing. hahaha…
so anyway.. a LOT of girls [and i mean A LOT] like MatsuJun of Arashi.. but.. meh.. he's OKAAAAY… hahaha.. i mean, he has appeal all right. like… sex appeal. haha… but.. he's okay.. hahaha
As for the leader Ohno Satoshi.. he's a GREAT actor. AWESOME!
KAT-TUN
Japanese
honestly, when i first saw their poster i was like "they're all ugly"
but….. can't deny they have APPEAL.. and they tend to grow on you so now..
In Kat-Tun I like..
Kamenashi Kazuya and Akanishi Jin
yep….. they're funny. hahahaha… but yeah.. they're still ugly though.. but i think they're hot. yes, hot. i DID say that….. uhm… yeah..
NEWS
-Japanese.
ok.. so maybe NOT the whole of news.. just their leader Yamashita Tomohisa… Yamapi.. for short.
He's.. COOL. Again, like kame and jin.. when i first heard about him.. i said "I WILL NEVER LIKE HIM!" because my cousin is CRAAAAAAAAZY for him and it's annoying to hear her talk about him 24/7….. but.. after watching one of his shows…. WHOOOOOO. i like him too. hahahaha….. if kame and jin are HOT.. this one is SIZZLING. hahahaha
Ikuta Toma
Japanese.
Sadly, this guy has NOT debuted as a singer yet…. stupid company of theirs.. [same company as the other japanese mentioned above]
BUT….. he's a GREAT ACTOR.
and… i think he's my favorite japanese actor…. because… i don't go "ga ga" over him like the others… ok so maybe i do….. but in a shallow level…
instead.. i am ELATED when i watch him. it's a.. different type of fangirlism.. i suppose you could say.. haha..
so yeah.. toma-kun is awesome.
Eita
-Japanese
Unlike all the other Japanese guys i mentioned above.. this guy is from a different talent agency and not from Johnny's Entertainment..
uhm.. i' ve only seen ONE of his shows.. and i think he's cute like a child.. haha
Horikita Maki
-Japanese
I LOVE HER! she is AWESOME. i've seen TWO of her shows and one movie… and.. yeah ^__^
so there you have it.
comment as you please kudasai. WAHAHA
PS. This blog was originally posted on DeviantArt.
#j-dorama#jdrama#japanese drama#taiwan drama#taiwanese drama#asian drama#asiandramaland#drama rant#horikita maki#eita#ikuta toma#arashi#kat-tun#FLH#yamashita tomohisa#yamapi#kamenashi kazuya#kame#akanishi jin#deviantart
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