#but I think this is definitely one of the more bizarre sights out of the lot
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platform ten – spencer reid
summary: two months after he embarrassingly got caught ogling at the pretty girl on the train, Spencer’s team begins to suspect something.
pairing: spencer reid x fem!reader
genre: friends to lovers, rated G for mutual pining and second hand embarrassment. no use of (Y/N).
warnings: fluff, boy band spencer reid (caution, hot!), reader wears lipgloss, excessive mentions of Edgar Allen Poe (one of my favourite Gothic authors), not proof read
wc: 3.4k
part one: carriage six
“So, I’ve been reading Poe’s works,” you begin, your headphones around your neck and you pull out ‘The Complete Poetry of Edgar Allan Poe’, flipping to ‘Annabel Lee’.
Spencer watches as you flick to the page, his heart soaring at the sight of the annotations that litter the page. There are different colours and highlighters across the words and from what he could tell pink talked about language and that was the colour that stood out to him most. You bring the book closer so that he can read your annotations too and his heart stutters in his chest at the close proximity. He can smell the strawberry and honey shampoo in your hair and the heat rises up to his cheeks. It’s intoxicating.
“I really don’t think the narrator is a crazy psychopath,” you say, glancing at him. “It just sounds like he’s really, seriously in love with her which just makes a bunch of people jealous.”
He watches the way you point to a certain line, ‘But we loved with a love that was more than love— I and my Annabel Lee.’
“Does that not sound like something you would say when you’re in love?” You ask, swooning a little. “It’s romantic, don’t you think? And their love is so brilliant and pure that the angels stole her away from him. I mean, it’s sad, but it’s kind of a picture of how amazing their love is.”
He nods along, his cheeks flushed because that’s what he thinks when he thinks of you. But he’ll never tell you that. How could he even dream of you feeling the same? The idea in itself is just so bizarre that he doesn’t even dare to entertain the thought. Not even when it’s late at night and he’s by himself, thinking through every single interaction you’ve had with him since he finally talked to you two months ago.
“And I mean, think about it,” you continue, gesticulating with every word, eyes wide with excitement. “The last stanza. He’s still in love with her even after she’s passed away. How romantic is that?”
“Very romantic,” Spencer agrees, and he wonders if that’s how he looks when he rambles. “Alright, it’s definitely a love poem.”
He relishes in the way your eyes light up at his acceptance, the way you grin up at him and he wants to make you smile this way every day. His eyes wander to your lips and he swallows thickly. You’re wearing that lipgloss again, a cool berry tone that makes your lips shine and–
“Spencer? Are you okay?”
He all but jolts out of his trance and he coughs awkwardly, his cheeks flushed. “Yes!” He squeaks, before clearing his throat and repeating the word. “Yes. Yes, I’m okay.”
He watches as an amused smile quirks at your lips as you ask, “are you sure?”
“I’m sure,” he manages to croak, his ears red.
He can’t even look at you. His eyes turn back to the book you’re holding, reading through the annotations you’ve made on the page for the nth time over. This is an example of one of the instances he doesn’t want to remember and prays that his stop would miraculously be next.
“I’ve been reading The Tell-Tale Heart,” you say, bringing him out of his thoughts.
Spencer forces himself to maintain eye contact with you and he manages a small, “really?”
You laugh and nod. “Yep! It’s really good. Kinda creepy.”
“It is a little creepy,” he admits, his gaze flicking to your lips again. He’s kicking himself internally, asking, ‘who’s the creepy one now, weirdo?!’
He figures that you’re either incredibly gracious or incredibly used to it because you don’t mention the way his attention wavers.
“You don’t seem okay.”
Or so he thought.
“What— um— what makes you say that?” He asks, clearing his throat.
You shoot him a smile. “You’re not going on about the text like you usually do.”
He opens his mouth and then shuts it again, his brain short circuiting. He can imagine Derek snickering and Emily commenting her usual, ‘IQ of 187, slashed to 60’.
“Spencer?” You look amused, a smile on his face and a mischievous glimmer in your eye. “Are you—“
“I’m fine!” Spencer says quickly, ears burning. “I’m just— thinking? Yes, thinking.”
You laugh. “Dangerous pastime.”
“What?”
“I— never mind,” you shake your head, continuing to laugh. “But I do want to hear your thoughts on ‘The Tell-Tale Heart’ at some point.”
“Totally!” He jolts, and he’s kicking himself internally for being so eager. “Yes. Tomorrow?”
“Tomorrow.”
The train lurches to a stop and Spencer gets up from his seat.
“Bye, Spencer,” you say, smiling brilliantly at him, and it takes every ounce of self control in him to not just grab your face and kiss you.
“Bye,” he says, saying your name, before getting off the train.
***
Spencer has been acting weird. That is the conclusion Derek has come to as he watches the youngest member of their team enter the bullpen with the widest grin on the planet for the fourth time that week. He watches as Spencer sits down at his desk, looking like a literal teenager, and gets down to work. He has his earphones plugged in, the kind you would get at a dollar store, or the complementary ones you get from airports that never fit your ears right and leave you with headaches because of the horrible audio quality. Derek supposes he’s just listening to Beethoven or Bach or another dead classical musician. But as he passes Spencer’s desk, he hears something that makes him stop in his tracks. Spencer is humming. No, not just humming. He’s muttering lyrics under his breath. Since when did classical music have lyrics?
“What the hell…?” Derek asks under his breath to no one in particular.
“You talking about Reid?” Emily asks, an amused grin on her face. “He’s acting weird.”
“Thank God, I thought I was the only one.” JJ seemingly appears out of nowhere, standing beside them with her arms crossed and a sly smile tugging at her lips.
Rossi enters the bullpen, nodding towards Spencer who was sitting at his desk, blissfully unaware. “We talking about the kid?”
“He’s been acting weird all week,” Derek insists, his brows furrowing. “What do you think it is?”
“Maybe he won a chess tournament,” JJ says with a soft laugh.
Emily rolls her eyes at the idea. “Please, Reid’s probably the winner of every single chess tournament in the state.”
“Maybe his mother is doing better?” Rossi suggests.
“Doesn’t explain why he’s listening to, I don’t know, not Mozart,” Derek points out.
There’s a silence that pulls over the group as they stare at the back of Reid’s head. It isn’t long before he turns around to face his coworkers, raising an eyebrow.
“… Why are you staring at me?” Spencer asks, giving them all pointed looks.
“You’re acting weird,” Morgan says, cutting straight to the chase. “Care to share with the class?”
Spencer offers them all confused looks. “I’m… not acting weird? If anything, you guys are the ones acting weird.”
“Ohh, no, don’t turn this around on us.” Emily grins, walking over to him. “What’s going on?”
“What— guys, what happened to ‘no profiling each other’?” Spencer spluttered, shooting accusatory looks towards his coworkers.
“We’re just worried, that’s all,” JJ says with maternal sympathy, but Spencer can tell that she’s hiding a smile.
He groans, rubbing his eyes with his fingers. “I’m fine guys. I’m not acting ‘weird’ or anything.”
“Who are you listening to, Reid?” Rossi asks quickly, nodding towards the ear phones.
“What?” Spencer’s head snaps up, redness crawling up to his ears.
Emily smirks. “Yeah Reid. Who are you listening to?”
“No one,” he answers, avoiding their gaze. “I’m uh— I’m going back to work.”
He quickly turns his chair around, busting himself with his files. His co-workers all exchange glances, mischievous grins on their faces.
“You know, I could just ask Garcia to dig into your phone,” Derek says with a shrug. “Or you could tell us yourself.”
Spencer shoots him a light hearted glare. “You wouldn’t.”
“You don’t know that.”
“You wouldn’t.”
***
Spencer thinks he’s going to die of mortification. He spent that entire week downloading all of the released songs by Taylor Swift, dutifully listening to each song and reporting back to you on his opinions. He has since come to a conclusion: Taylor Swift is a lyrical genius. Granted, he doesn’t have much experience with other branches of music that involves lyrics, but he figures it’s pretty similar to poetry. Regardless, he’s one hundred percent sure that he’s in for a world of teasing and tasteful jabs towards his sudden shift in music taste.
He’s also been doing this thing called texting, and he even went as far as getting a new phone and email address just so that he could properly contact you. He’s been in contact with you for the past eight weeks, going as far as messaging and calling you during break times and hiding in the bathroom to have an ounce of privacy. He feels like a changed person, all because of a tiny handheld device that fits in his back pocket. And you. Mostly you. The worst thing about this entire situation is the fact that Morgan did in fact manage to convince Garcia to snoop into his phone.
“Alright, Reid, quit hiding. Who’s the girl?” Derek demands, slapping a piece of paper onto Spencer’s desk. It’s a log of calls and downloads. In other words, it’s a log of all the times he’s called the same number and all the Taylor Swift songs he’s downloaded.
“Girl? What— what girl?” Spencer asks, playing dumb and willing himself to look Derek in the eye. His mind is spinning. ‘Blink evenly. Maintain eye contact. Don’t stutter. Answer his questions evenly. Play dumb. There is no girl, there is no girl there is no—‘
“Reid? Reid? Spencer!” Derek snaps his fingers in front of his face, jolting him out of his trance.
“Huh?” Spencer jolts, snapping out of his trance. “What?”
Derek snorts at his reaction. “Look, kid. This person calls your cell every day at 12:30, which just so happens to be in two minutes. So, either you tell me and I let you have your fun, or she calls you and she’ll be hearing my voice instead of yours.”
Spencer scoffs, holding his phone firmly in the palm of his hand. “There is no girl, Morgan.”
“Right.”
“I’m serious!” Spencer says, his voice going up and octave and he cringes internally. Smooth. “There is no girl.”
“Totally believe you.”
He groans, wiping a hand over his face to calm himself down. Before he could respond, the phone in his hand begins to ring. A smirk tugs at Derek’s lips and he immediately lunges for the phone, eliciting a yelp from Spencer who leaps from his seat.
“Morgan— Morgan no—“
“C’mon kid, it’ll be a lot easier if you just give in!”
“No! Nope, nope, Morgan I swear to-“
In seconds, Derek snatches Spencer’s phone out of his hand, a triumphant look on his face. He keeps Spencer at arm’s length as he picks up the phone.
“Hey Spence!” A voice rings through the phone.
“Sorry, sweetheart, not Spencer,” Derek responds, his voice smug.
“… that’s concerning,” The voice responds slowly, cautiously. “Who is this?”
Spencer grabs the phone out of Derek’s hand, running out of the bullpen as quickly as his long legs could carry him, flipping his coworker the finger before he leaves.
“Hello?” He asks into the phone. “I’m so sorry, that was Derek, my co-worker.”
“Oh, the bald one!” You say quickly, recalling his name from the photos Spencer had shown you beforehand. “I thought it was like… a bad guy or something.”
He laughs softly into the phone, his cheeks warm and wearing a smile that could split his face in two. “Don’t worry, he’s not a bad guy. A pain in the ass, maybe, but not a bad guy.”
He hears you chuckle from the other side of the line. “Yeah, he seems like a nice person. Your entire team sounds really cool.”
“Maybe you could meet them at some point,” Spencer says quietly, his heart thundering in his chest. “I mean, they kind of already know you exist.”
“That would be fun,” You muse, and he hears the soft ruffling of cling wrap in the background.
“Lunch?”
He hears you hum in response, and he can’t help but chuckle. There’s a silence for a few seconds, and he assumes you were eating, before your voice picks up again.
“I’d love to meet your team at some point, Spence. They seem like really amazing people.”
He can’t help but smile, running his fingers through his hair. “Yeah. They are. You’d love them, and I’m sure they’d love you just as much.”
Before long, lunch break is over and Spencer begrudgingly hangs up and returns to the bullpen, his team all wearing frustratingly smug faces. He rolls his eyes, not paying them any kind as he returns to his desk. He ignores the very blatant whistle Derek does in his direction and the snort Emily fails to hide.
“So…” JJ begins, dragging her words out. “You’ve got a girlfriend?”
Spencer chokes on air and bites his tongue, grimacing at the taste of blood. “I do not have a girlfriend.” It’s not a lie.
“But you want her to be,” Emily says, smirking.
“No! Yes. I don’t know, maybe?” Spencer feels like a teenage boy being lectured by his parents. Not that he knows what that feels like.
“Alright, well, have you asked her on a date?” Derek asks as he raises an eyebrow.
Spencer coughs, reaching for his mug of stale coffee. That’s all he needs to do to answer Derek’s question, because in moments Derek is screaming in his ear.
“Why haven’t you asked her out yet?!”
“We talk loads of times,” Spencer insists, hiding behind his disgustingly old coffee. “We just never… we’re just friends.”
Rossi bites back a chuckle. “Yes, because friends call each other every day during their lunch breaks.”
Spencer feels his face grow impossibly hotter and he chugs the last of his coffee. He cringes before turning his attention back to his files in an attempt to calm himself down. It doesn’t work.
“How did you meet her?” JJ asks, gentler this time.
Spencer flushes and plays with his watch. “On the train.”
“That’s very you,” she laughs, ruffling his hair. “She seems really nice, Spencer.”
He preens at the compliment, his mind drifting to your pretty hair and glossy lips. He sports a grin and he nods. “She’s really, really nice.”
***
Spencer sits next to you on the train as usual. His cheeks are flushed and his hair is combed to be a little neater, only for his efforts to be destroyed when a strong gust of wind hits his face the moment he left his apartment. He reminds himself to put a comb into his bag after work. You’re talking about another one of Poe’s works, this time ‘The Raven’, another love poem. Your eyes are bright with excitement as you go on and on about the writing style and whatever else.
Spencer is far from religious but your existence alone is enough to have him thanking the heaven’s that he is alive. He can’t help but smile every time you do, his gaze perpetually on your lips. He feels a little guilty about it, about how he can’t even control himself when he’s around you but you’re just so beautiful that he can’t help himself. He feels even guiltier when he realises he hasn’t processed a word you’ve said.
“... and that’s why I think Edgar Allen Poe is really just a huge softie who wants to be loved,” you finish, snapping the book closed. “What do you think, Doctor Genius?”
“Totally,” Spencer agrees quickly, almost biting his tongue. “Absolutely.”
You laugh and Spencer thinks he’s going to faint.
“Where are you up to in your Taylor Swift project?” You ask teasingly, nudging his arm. If it were anyone else, Spencer would have grimaced and shrugged them off but you aren’t just ‘anyone’. You’re the most amazing person in the world.
“I’m up to 1989 track 9, Wildest Dreams,” Spencer recites, pulling out his notebook from his inner jacket pocket. It’s a small leatherbound notebook that he’s been writing all his thoughts in regards to the Taylor Swift songs, all in chronological order. He’s actually quite proud of it as he flicks to the latest page. “I really like this one. I did some research and I found out that the bass sound in the background is actually her heartbeat. That’s pretty interesting.”
You almost scream in excitement, leaning closer to him to read his notes. “I love this song! It’s my favourite Taylor Swift song ever and it’s just so pretty, you know?”
He nods in agreement, his cheeks flushed at the close proximity and he finds that he can no longer feel his tongue. He should get that checked out.
“It reminds me of you sometimes,” you say, completely unabashed. Spencer thinks you’re trying to kill him.
“What?” He asks meekly, recalling every lyric from the song.
You freeze, flustered and you pull away from him. Spencer frowns at the sudden space but he watches as you stammer and stumble over your words.
“I just meant– you know, it’s a good song! That’s all.” You laugh anxiously, fiddling with the book in your hand. “Never mind, just ignore me. Tell me more about what you like about the song.”
In an almost uncharacteristic bout of confidence, Spencer reaches out to take your hand in his. At first, he thought his head was going to explode. It felt heavy and light all at the same time and he was almost about to pull his hand away when you squeezed his fingers. Just like that, all doubts are gone. You’re smiling at him and Spencer knows that he would do absolutely anything to make sure to keep it there.
When the train lurches to a stop at Quantico, Spencer doesn’t make any effort to move. He’s grinning ear-to-ear, intertwining your fingers with his.
“Isn’t this your stop?” You ask gently, loosening your hold on his hand.
He shrugs, holding onto your hand tighter. “I’m always early. I can be late for once.”
Besides, he thinks to himself, inching closer to you, this is so worth it.
Pride bubbles in his heart when he hears you laugh again and his smile grows impossibly wider.
“We’re almost at my stop,” you say, rubbing your thumb against the back of his hand. “We should go out. You know, instead of just meeting on the train.”
Spencer nods immediately at the suggestion. “I’d like that. Are you free on Saturday?”
“I’m definitely free on Saturday,” you respond, squeezing his hand again.
Spencer sits there with you until you make it to your stop. The corners of his eyes are crinkled and he feels happy, so goddamn happy, and he wonders how he’s lived without you. Before you get off the train, he calls your name. He relishes in the way you turn around, the confusion palpable in your eyes.
“Yeah?”
He takes a step closer to you, his face in front of yours. His heartbeat is in his ears but at the same time he feels an incredibly ironic sense of calm. In seconds, he presses his lips to yours in a short kiss. He grins at you as you stumble out of the train dazed, waving goodbye. From the window he could see you press your cold hands to your cheeks before reaching for your phone.
The smile that grows on his face when he sees your face light up his phone is embarrassing. It’s goofy and silly and he is so grateful that the carriage is empty.
“Hello?”
“You cannot–” your voice comes through the speaker and he grins again– “you cannot just kiss me randomly and then leave.”
“Technically the train left, not me,” Spencer says with a small laugh.
You’re quiet on the other end before replying, “We need a re-do on Saturday.”
Spencer has no complaints.
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NARUTO OMEGAVERSE ☆
୨୧ alpha! naruto au x omega! reader (f)
— what they would give you as a courting gift (pairing : naruto, shikamaru, sasuke, itachi, rock lee, neji)
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ALPHA! NARUTO
naruto is a joyous and energetic person, his gift are as vibrant as him. in order to court you, he would definitely take you out on some dates. ichiraku ramen sounds like the perfect place to begin his courting! it's a place which holds countless of precious memories for him and he wants you to get to know him better. he's someone who speaks his mind, so I think he'll really talk openly about his desires and interests in you, it's one of the rare times he's being serious and it's truly a sight to see.
onto a more materialistic approach, naruto will 100% gifts you plushies. he thinks it's an adorable way to connect the both of you. extra points if the plushie is the effigy of kurama! he will sometimes scent it, sometimes not. it all depends on how you react to them, he'll pay attention to your reactions and decides if that was the right move.
I also think naruto will choose a more natural and spontaneous courting, surprising you with cute and funny outings. helping you escape at night so you can both see the stars together. he'll throw cute notes at you to cheer you up during class...
overall, naruto just wishes to spend more time with you, make you laugh and smile. he really considers your happy face as a reward, it literally makes his day. he wants the both of you to know each other and grow closer.
ALPHA! SASUKE
now sasuke is definitely more reserved in his approach and less explicit about his feelings for you. nonetheless, he won't stay on the sidelines and let other alphas steal you from him. I don't think he'll give you gifts at the very beginning, he's prudent and will first and foremost test the waters by subtly scenting you at times and assess your reaction. if he considers it a green light, he'll start acting more assertive. probably a few stargazing sessions to begin with and when you start to get closer, he'll be more possessive about his courting.
I think he would give an item related to his clan. it could be a luxurious silk robe with the uchiha crest at its back. he would love to see you wear it, in his mind, it serves as a symbol of unity and pride, having his omega wear that would reinforce the seriousness of your relationship along with solidifying his potential claim on you.
in the same spirit, later into the courting, sasuke would gift you a uchiha clan heirloom. that way, he puts you under his protection and his claim on you is now strong and clear, serving as a warning to all alphas that you're his. its strengthens your bond as it's a deep acknowledgment of the importance your hold in his life.
and in fact, sasuke's gift serves as a proof of his commitment to you and your relationship and it feels reassuring to know that he considers you as a member of his clan.
ALPHA! SHIKAMARU
as expected of shikamaru, he has a pretty good understanding of omegas' nature and will therefore, make pretty good gifts. he has a pretty laidback behaviour, this is why I think he wouldn't want to make courting seems too ceremonial and will adopt a more casual approach. oh you're cold ? here's his jacket, scented. you don't even have to ask, shikamaru is just great at making things seem so normal. you mentioned you liked soft items ? here's a cute blanket he bought today, no it's not really a gift, just a thanks for spending the day with him. and it's just that. of course if you're careful you'll catch him blushing if he sees you snuggling his scarf, it's redolent with his pheromones and he's pleased to see you look so safe.
other than that, it's mainly lazy indoor dates. just you taking a few naps, progressively getting closer to each other until you eventually fall asleep on his chest.
overall, shikamaru likes to do things according to your tastes and doesn't want his courting to seem unnatural and bizarre. he tries his best to be his usual self while also trying not to get too shy, surprisingly.
ALPHA! ROCK LEE
lee is a great alpha, always cheering you on. he's very open about his love for you and he just needs you to give in. of course he knows you're more reserved and needs more time to get to know him before you can make a decision. that's why he's so patient and devoted to you during the courting process. flowers, cheesy love notes, wood sculptures with your initials... with lee it's never ending and you're always surprised with what he was able to come up with.
he will give you gifts, but he'll also often take you out on dates for fun adventures, at least that's what he calls them. genuinely thinks rock climbing & hiking are the best ideas. if he discovers you're not sporty at all, don't worry! lee is more than happy to carry you around, take your hands to help you walk through a particularly tricky path and asks you if you need a break every five minutes. he takes it as his chance to prove to you how alpha, how reliable he is. how much his unwavering determination and passion are yours only.
probably will try cooking snacks, like cookies or brownies but I don't think he's that much of a cook so it'll end up messy. you'll have to console him about this fail attempt and reassure him that you can be the one cooking for him instead!
ALPHA! NEJI
neji is a great observer, he has your tastes and hobbies all figured out and he knows how to choose the perfect gifts. he is very gentle with the omega he is trying to court and his gifts are as thoughtful as you can imagine. small accessories! after assessing what you like, he'll settle on a small hairpin with soft colours, which compliment your eyes. jewelry as well! a subtle bracelet, a ring or anything, just to remind you that he thinks about you all the time. it's a way to show people that you too are connected and that neji is already pursuing you, the others can back off.
he knows you're sensitive to smells, so probably a few candles with sweet fragrant and cute designs. perfumes? (or insence burner) as long as he likes the smell, he's buying. he loves to know you're wearing the scent he has chosen for you, it's like a pre-mark. it's not his scent yet but it's only a matter of time.
however, neiji will not force things, you'll wear his pheromones yes, but only when you feel ready and you have completely accepted him.
a delicately sewed kimono, or an item you'll be able to wear more easily, like a scarf, gloves... but! his favourite courting gift and the gift which really sealed your relationship is the cute pendant around your neck, carrying a piece of his cloth so that you always smell like him. it's subtle, but enough for the time being, he'll have plenty more time later to scent you profusely!
ALPHA! ITACHI
to. provide.
this man's main goal is to provide for you and to show you he can do it. he's reliable and he's desperate to have a chance with you. please notice him.
while getting to know him, you'll get plenty of nest items, scented of course. a lot of blankets, a few pillows and some of his clothes, he'll give it all to you. he'll even help you build your nest if you let him, he's not so sure about what he's doing but he's attentive and learns fast so you can count on him!
he'll get you food as well. you'll never be hungry with itachi. when you meet up, if he didn't already brought snacks with him, you can be sure he'll buy some later just for you. you paying isn't even a option.
just like his brother, he'll give you clothes you can wear on a daily basis with the uchiha clan crest on them. all that to assure your protection and to claim you, nobody wants to meet a jealous uchiha anyways.
he's a bit quiet at times so he'll use notes to share his feelings. it's always really touching and delicate, you know he means it.
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Hi I am begging on my knees for more of your steddie x reader it’s so good I’m crying
BIZARRE LOVE TRIANGLE | baby fever
summary: steve's got a bad case of baby fever. it's not so bad until you start getting sick with it too. eddie has to come up with a solution before all of you fall ill.
pairing: steve harrington / f!reader / eddie munson
a/n: i just realized i haven't posted anything steddie related in almost three months. i am so sorry. this is a total travesty. please enjoy this 3k blurb and find it in your heart to forgive me <3
You squint at the grocery list scribbled on a bright blue sticky note. It’s a mish-mash of all your different handwritings. Some are certainly neater than others. “This just says crabs… I think...”
“It doesn’t say crabs, you loon,” Eddie laughs from where he mans the shopping cart beside you. He’s steering the thing about as well as his van. “It says cereals.”
“No, it says a bunch of gibberish that no one can read but you,” you retort with a giggle of your own as you follow him down the breakfast aisle. “And we just need one box of cereal, alright? Singular.”
He turns to you with a cartoonish pout on his lips. “But why?”
“Because you’re like a kid, Eds. You eat the entire thing in one sitting, and then you’re absolutely haywire for the rest of the day.”
And, just like a child, the boy stands in front of the vibrantly colored boxes of cereal with a wide grin on his face.
The local grocery store was smaller compared to the others in town, but they had every brand of the breakfast food known to man, stacked in neat rows from the floor to ceiling.
Eddie’s got a twinkle in his eye as his gaze runs over them all. And even though you think it’s all boyish and hilarious, you let him have his fun.
He grew up unable to enjoy all the goodness of overly sweet cereal because bills and food with actual sustenance were always more important. Now, he’s got a halfway stable job with Wayne at the car shop, and he’s living at his own place with his boyfriend and girlfriend, and he can buy whatever the hell kind of cereal he wants.
So, as far as he’s concerned, everyone who said he’d never amount to much can suck it.
And you know you’ll let him buy the whole damn grocery store out of their cereal if that’s what he wants. It’s the least you can do for the world’s best boyfriend — a title he begrudgingly shares with Steve The Hair Harrington.
You’d give him the world if you could, but for now you’ll have to settle for a couple of boxes of Lucky Charms.
“Okay, so the OJ’s we got last time tasted like absolute shit,” Eddie mutters, mostly to himself as he crouches to peer at the lower shelves. “I saw a commercial for Waffle-O’s this morning, and they looked pretty good. But I know you like Breakfast With Barbie and Steve ate a bowl of C3PO’s every day for, like, two weeks, so…”
You stand by the cart and laugh at his rambling. You turn to look behind you with a lighthearted joke sitting on the edge of your tongue. It dissipates when you realize Steve isn’t next to you.
Instead, he’s still standing at the end of the aisle with his back to you and Eddie — like his feet forgot how to work when he caught sight of the family across the store. It’s a mother and a father, dressed in their mid-weekday finest, with a baby swaddled at their chest and a toddler bouncing in the seat of the shopping cart.
And you know it’s got the boy totally lost in his own head. You know he's picturing you and him and Eddie as that happy family — the one fills every store you walk into with baby babbles and bubbly laughter.
Steve told you his senior year of high school he wanted a baby, that he wanted six of them, and that he wanted them all with you. And you were just a stupid seventeen-year-old girl who would’ve done anything he asked you to, though you definitely drew the line at babies.
But you’re older now, and far more settled than you had been all that time ago. Steve’s ready for a family, but you don’t think you’re anywhere close.
“How about we just compromise and get all three?” Eddie finally concludes with the boxes already in his arms. He dumps them into the cart and notices that your attention is elsewhere. He realizes then that Steve’s gone too because his attention is stuck on a nice family minding their own business.
“Not again…” he murmurs to himself while you go rescue the boy.
“I’ve never seen someone so sick with baby fever in my life,” you laugh as you drag Steve back to the cart by his wrist.
“I can’t help it!” he defends weakly. “They were so cute! They were all matching and I couldn’t stop thinking about how I can’t wait to coordinate outfits with our baby. Doesn’t that sound like the cutest fucking thing ever?”
“It sounds very adorable, Stevie,” you nod understandingly and try to ignore the way your stomach twists at the thought of him and his baby girl wearing matching pastels every time they step out of the house. “And we can be just like them in five years—”
“Five years?” he gapes.
“Maybe even ten,” Eddie shrugs and nonchalantly tosses a box of Count Chocula into the cart.
“Ten years— You guys are insane if you think I’m waiting ten years to have a kid!” Steve protests with a pair of buff arms crossed boyishly over his chest. “I’m not getting any younger over here, you know that, right?”
“You’re twenty-five, Steve, stop being so dramatic. We’re just now trying to get settled. I’m still in school, you’re still working at Family Video, Eddie’s still… Eddie. Don’t you think we should have actual careers before we have a kid?”
Steve huffs and rolls his eyes, feigning annoyance even though he knows you’re right.
It’s not like he wants to keep working at the stupid store on Main Street. He keeps putting off the conversation with his dad about another job, because he puts off every conversation with his dad. He’s scared of what asking for a position at his firm will do to his pride.
“She’s right, and you know it, Steven,” Eddie tells him, then scoffs. “I mean, can you really imagine me with a baby strapped to my chest on tour?”
You and Steve both pause and tilt your heads to the side as you picture the sight, terribly in sync as always. You can imagine it, quite perfectly actually, tangible enough to touch.
“Well—”
“That’s the cutest thing I think I’ve ever heard,” Steve finishes your thought for you.
Eddie cowers at the sudden attention. “Okay, stop looking at me like I’m a piece of meat, alright? We are not having a kid right now. There’s no fucking way.”
Steve all but deflates at the rejection as Eddie pushes the cart down the aisle, desperate to escape the bubble of tension the conversation had created in the cereal section.
You smile sheepishly over at Steve and wrap your arms through the crook of his elbow, standing on the tips of your toes to press a kiss to his cheek. “He’s being grumpy about it, but he’s right… It’s just not a good idea right now— but it will be, okay? One day. Just not… to-day.”
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The day, for you, comes exactly seven of them later.
You accompany Steve on his morning run and his routine stop for coffee. You’re not quite sure how he’s still mobile because your muscles are screaming, even after the warm shower you took to soothe them.
You left him alone for all of half a second to use the bathroom while he ordered drinks for him and you, and something extra for Eddie for when the boy decides to roll out of bed.
When you return, you find him bouncing a baby on his hip — a young thing, maybe three if you had to guess, with two buns in her hair like bunny ears and a sparkly pink dress to match the bows she wears in them.
Steve smiles down at her, talking to her in a baby voice and saying something you can’t hear because you’re frozen in place. You resemble him at the grocery store a week ago, when he was thrown into a daydream so suddenly that his body all but shut down.
You look at him now, tickling the baby’s sides just to hear her giggle, and you see him with your firstborn — sleep deprived, covered in spit-up, and still the most beautiful human you’d ever seen.
You have to shake your head to remove the thought before it ruins you entirely.
Freshly jostled from your stupor, you walk over to him. “Steve… Please tell me you didn’t steal someone’s baby.”
He laughs. “What? No! She was just a little fussy, and I offered to take her while her mom looked for something,” the boy explains. You look just behind him to see the woman bent over at one of the smaller tables, sifting vigorously through a large baby bag.
“She doesn’t seem very fussy now,” you observe, eyes flitting between his and the child's and noticing they’ve both got matching grins.
“She doesn’t, does she?” he smiles, softly scratching at her sides again to make her laugh. And she does, most enthusiastically so, tilting her head back and letting the giggles spill from an open mouth.
He turns back to you, with wide eyes and raised brows and a bemused grin. “I like she likes me.”
“Of course, she does,” you scoff. “Babies always like you.”
The mom returns with a snack in hand and a relieved smile. Steve passes the baby back to her with little effort. She whines at the loss of him, though the brightly packaged treat is quick to quell her sorrow.
“Thanks for taking her,” the mother's grateful smile falters with exhaustion. “If I don’t give her the same snack at exactly the same time every day, she tends to go a little nuts.”
Steve tells her that it’s no problem, that he was a part-time babysitter at one point in his life, and that her kid was better than those little shits combined. He censors himself before the swear slips out, though.
You go your separate ways when the barista calls out your drink orders and walk hand in hand back to your place.
“Did you get their names?” you ask him before taking a sip of your latte.
“The mom’s name was Maeve and the kid’s name was Harper—”
“Holy shit,” you mutter.
Steve snaps his head over to you because he thinks you’ve burnt your mouth. Instead, he finds you with a distant smile on your face.
“Those are the cutest names I’ve ever heard. It sounds like something out of a fucking cartoon or something.”
“Yeah…” is all he can say because his mind is preoccupied with a million other thoughts. He doesn’t tell you them, obviously, but you know they’re there. The sly smile pulling at his lips makes it obvious.
“…Why are you looking at me like that.”
“Because I’m totally gonna wear you down,” he grins and brings his coffee to his mouth, sipping through his smirk.
You only scoff in response. “Never.”
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It doesn’t take you very long to realize that Steve was right.
You spend the rest of the day thinking about it — about him with a baby and how perfect he'd be as a dad. The thoughts plague you far more than they usually do. They take up the entire frontal cortex of your brain and make it nearly impossible to think about anything else.
You’re self-aware enough to beat yourself up about it.
You were just telling him that it wasn’t time yet, and you knew you were right. As far as you’re concerned, you still have another few good years before you’re ready to even start seriously considering it.
But here you are, having to calm yourself down every time the thought of Steve Harrington with a baby, your baby, crosses your mind.
You wait until the boy heads to bed to talk to Eddie about it. You find him in the kitchen, eating handfuls of Breakfast with Barbie like a maniac. You’re too preoccupied to make a snarky comment about it.
“Steve wasn’t lying,” you warn him.
“..About what?” he wonders through the mouthful.
“About him not waiting ten years to have a baby! He wants one now!” you explain through a yell-whisper hybrid. “And he told me he was going to wear me down, and he was right.”
Eddie’s eyes go wide too, like he’s just learned you caught some sort of plague. You have. It’s called baby fever, and it’s only a matter of time before the entire house is afflicted. “Shit…”
“So you have to be the strong one, Eddie.”
“Oh, god,” he whines with pinched brows. “Why does it have to be me?”
“Because I saw him hold a baby today.”
“…And this is a bad thing?”
“Of course, it’s a bad thing! My hormones went crazy, okay? It’s like my brain stopped functioning, and I started thinking with my ovaries or something! All human instinct told me to lay down and procreate the second we got home!”
Eddie laughs to himself. “Are you sure it was human instinct, or was it just you on a normal Wednesday?”
“I’m being serious, Eddie,” you tell him, a sudden solemnity to your features. “You have to put your foot down whenever Steve talks about it because I will cave.”
“Alright, alright, have some Barbie cereal and settle down,” he tells you with a playful grin.
He offers you the box and you pout for a moment before sticking your hand into it and pulling out several red and purple butterfly pieces.
The boy wraps an arm around you with his free hand. He pulls you closer and noses at the crown of your head. You sigh as you relax into him.
“I’ll take care of it, okay? I actually have the perfect idea.”
“I don’t like the sound of that,” you waver through a mouthful of cereal.
“Don’t worry about it,” he lilts with a grin, smacking a kiss to your forehead. “Let me take care of it.”
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You and Steve are tangled in bedsheets, both slowly rousing but trying desperately to go back to sleep.
You’re laying on your stomach, face smushed into the pillow you clutch to your head. Steve lays halfway on top of you — his legs knotted with yours, arm splayed over your back, and softly snoring in your ear.
Both of you noticed the lack of Eddie’s presence, but chose not to linger on it too much, figuring he must’ve gone for a breakfast run.
He returns hardly a moment after the thought of him crosses your mind. You hear the door open and shut again, then the shouts of your names entwined with a muffled barking.
You groan at the intrusion on your sleep.
Steve huffs and shifts against you, voice gruff with fatigue as he wonders: “Why do I hear a dog?”
The mixture of confusion and subtle knowing has you both shuffling out of the bedroom and trudging into the living room.
You round the corner and find Eddie standing by the door with a rowdy goldendoodle bouncing at his feet. He’s trying hopelessly to undo its leash when the thing starts to squirm at the sight of you and Steve.
Eddie’s eyes flit to the both of you when he notices you standing across the room. A smile bursts like early morning sunshine on his face. “Surprise!” he beams.
The metal of the leash clicks when he finally gets it unbuckled. The dog dashes your way, all but jumping into Steve and then spinning in circles with excitement as it tries to figure out who to accept attention from.
“You got us a dog?” the boy wonders, head cocked back to dodge the thing as it licks at his chin.
“You said you wanted a baby,” Eddie shrugs. “So, I got you a baby.”
“This is so not what a meant,” the boy grouses in response, though he’s got his arms wrapped around the dog like he’s hugging it. “I mean, it’s not even a baby— it’s huge.”
“The woman at the shelter said he was eight months old. And he is a he, so stop calling him it.”
You crouch beside Steve, scratching the dog behind his ear. He pants with his tongue sticking out, almost looking like he’s smiling. It makes you smile too.
“We don’t even have dog food. Or toys. Or a bed,” you stress. “What are we even gonna name it?”
“Well, I took care of exactly one of those things,” Eddie lilts with a grin. “They only had that gross artificial shit at the grocery store, but they did have some badass collars and an engraving machine, so…”
You and Steve peek through the dog’s golden curls and find a black band with silver spikes dotted around the neck. “Super metal, huh?” you hear himEdiejoke as you reach for the dangled heart pendant handing around the collar.
“…Ozzy?” you recite.
“See what I mean?” he beams. “Metal.”
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This is the development blog for the interactive fiction called "The Second Sight", which you can find on itch.io at the link above!
This is my first IF project, although I've been writing original stories and fanfiction for years.
I've included the story description and character profiles from the itch page below the cut.
This blog will be a combination of development info, images and music that I associate with the story, and other musings.
Fair warning, there might be spoilers from the latest chapters here, so I recommend catching up before reading too far.
Asks and submissions are always open.
You’re an urban legend in a county full of them. When you were thirteen, you were found passed out in the road by one of the local cops. No missing persons report. No fingerprints on file. No memories. Just a name.
Oh, and some bizarre psychic powers.
You're content with simplicity. You like your isolated cabin and helping Carter track down missing persons. You know that in theory there are more people like you out there, but you've never wanted to look behind the curtain to find out.
However, with the disappearance of a local teen named Casey Powell and a recent attempt on your foster father's life, your serene, isolated life comes abruptly to its end and a new chapter begins.
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The Second Sight is an urban fantasy story, where you step into the role of a psychic whose strange powers have always separated them from others. Those same powers will drag you down the rabbit hole and into a world that is both the familiar and foreign to everything you know. A world filled with magic, witches, fae, demons, and the unknown.
You can immerse yourself in the story by customizing your protagonist's general appearance, choosing how they interact with others, and whether you lean on logic or intuition to problem solve. There are three love interests planned (more may be added depending on player reception and feedback), the genders of which will be selected by the player upon meeting them.
Characters
Jacob Carter
Age: Late forties
Race: Human. Definitely.
Gender: Male
Temperament: Carter radiates grizzled, old bastard energy and despite being the least paternal person in the world, he is your adoptive father. While harsh and aloof on the surface, he is also fiercely protective of you and has bent over backwards to give a decent life to a kid that isn't even his. He doesn't talk about his life before coming to Herman County and you haven't asked him, though that might change soon enough...
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Zander/Zora
Age: Late twenties.
Race: Human.
Appearance: Umber brown skin, black locs, grey eyes
Temperament: Gentle and resolute, Z isn't what you imagine when you think of an agent of the mysterious Magic and Anomalies Bureau. Kind, soft-spoken, and exceedingly polite, Z is Carter's former apprentice and something about them puts the old man on edge.
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Renard/Rowan
Age: Appears to be in their late twenties or early thirties
Race: Human. Maybe.
Appearance: Tall and slender, white-blonde hair, and gold eyes.
Temperament: Playful and flirtatious, talking to R always feels like a game of cat and mouse and you can never be sure which role is yours. Part sad clown, part trickster, and always maddening to work with, the only things you can be certain of with R is that they probably know what they're doing. Everything else is up in the air.
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Unknown aka "The Kestrel"
Age: ???
Race: Definitely not human.
Appearance: Tall, beautiful, elegant, with black hair and black eyes.
Temperament: The Kestrel is a complete unknown. It's impossible to say whether they are a lethal ally or deadly enemy, but either way they are a powerful dreamwalker. You don't know how long they've been watching you, but you're willing to bet that it's been longer than you're comfortable with.
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Trapped
OK so most of you have probably reached my story on Quotev but since i haven’t really worked on the story here is the already published chapter from there.
WORD COUNT: 1.7K
Immediately you wake up from what feels like an extremely bizarre dream. Except the weight on your waist tells you otherwise. you’d think sleeping upright would leave your bones feeling groggy and gross. It really only felt like a heated blanket. The current position would most definitely be mistaken as one of intimacy with the way you’re practically laying on the Goetia. Did no one ever teach you what boundaries are. This is crazy for only just meeting but what can you do about it now.
In hell you can’t really tell the passage of time looking into the sky. The galaxy themed castle most definitely did not help.
This moment might’ve been the most comfortable that you’ve ever been in. Though pursing your lips, getting more chapped the longer your eyes adjust to being awake. it’s probably time to head back home. The only thing that could tell you how much time has passed was the lack of music booming in the background.
“Did you have a nice sleep, your highness?” Hearing the voice from merely hours previously still left you with such wonder.
“Sorry, this was probably extremely uncomfortable for you. I really didn’t mean to fall asleep on you” you snorted
“Don’t be!” he squeaked out “The party was a little overwhelming” Why was this man filled with such genuine niceness. It was definitely prevalent; he's never really had any outside interactions before. With the way he’s constantly avoiding eye contact but simultaneously staring into your eyes. “In fact I’m happy that you were comfortable sleeping with me!” well if that wasn’t the most innocent thing ever.
In fact it immediately broke you.
“HA bloody heavens are you bad at this.” you almost felt bad giggling at him.
His flushed face was so satisfying as you got up from the cloud seats.
“Well… I think it’s time to take my leave.” you stopped before even thinking anymore. “Actually, could you take me to the gates. I’m afraid i’ll be lost the minute I leave the room”
“Oh dear me, apologies for that. Right this way!” The flush now being taken over by embarrassment was such a sight to behold.
No one in hell royalty can you think of has ever been this timid. You could only assume with Paimon as his father you couldn’t blame him for stepping on eggshells. Him being a few steps ahead was very much awkward in all possible ways.
Flashing back to a few years ago when meeting paimon was not something you’re happy to have lived.
3 years ago
“Dad there really isn’t any point in us being here.” A small Charlie complained.
Heading towards a restaurant in the Pride ring in honor of Charlie’s birthday was a given. But having some princes and other minor royalty come into the picture was not on this year's bingo card.
“Yeah! you don’t even like any of these people” you shrugged looking through the window of the limousine.
Lucifer sat facing his kids with the most wicked smile. Him bringing them here was technically in honor of Charlie. But this was more of a lesson to her that her dream of redemption shouldn’t even be an option.
“You’ll have plenty of fun”
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“Well well well, what fine demons you’ve brought to us tonight!” This large avian creature came out of nowhere and stood in front of you to give a small bow.
Now you weren’t any pompous freak like the rest of the nobles here at this party. But from the mocking tone of his voice and the way he held eye contact with you the entire time made your skin crawl.
“So I’ve heard you sympathize with the poor now? dreadful thing isn’t it” Paimon swooped in and connected his and Charlie’s arm to their seats at the party.
As the designated ‘grumpy pants’ you can take the cake about hating this bird.
“Actually I was more into the idea of protecting the sinners that came from earth” Charlie awkwardly whistles out.
Though Charlie’s face of discomfort only got worse by his next sentence.
“You’re a woman, don’t think too much it’s not worth the time”
—-
With that man being the embodiment of all things bad. You’re extremely surprised at how courteous stolas came to be.
Approaching the door made you kinda not want to end this night out. Which in hindsight is really stupid. Like you barely even talked to this man but something about him had made you feel so comfortable. Looking at him it really hurts to see him like this at the celebration of his daughter.
“Thank you for coming to this party, I hope the next time you come to one of our parties that you have an even more splendid time compared to this one.” He looked embarrassed but not like when you first started talking. It felt more full of shame instead of the playful blush that you shared throughout the past few hours. Wow this really does suck. He's trying so hard to be put together even after that whole thing.
“It was my pleasure!” you excitedly exclaimed. Now taking a proper look at him. He looked so tired. A little broken the more you looked at him. “I don't think anyone actually enjoys large parties other than extremely shallow people. Well Bee-lzebub throws awesome parties, sometimes it's a little crazy but you have so much fun at them all the time. It's almost a health issue-”
Stolas chuckled looking at you.
“I'm sorry I'm rambling.” what the fuck was wrong with you. Weren't you classified as the grumpy sane one?
“Don't worry about it. Im very happy to have spent my night with you” however a person can be so fancy all the time is genuinely impressive. Maybe teasing him one last time wouldn't hurt too much.
“Well i had such a fun time sleeping with you, we should do it again sometime” the minute you said that you turned away and booked it to the limo. You kinda wished that you had stayed to take a look at his reaction but other than loving logic the most, leaving with a dramatic flare kept the un alive blood pumping.
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The ride home was filled with many random thoughts.
It was really now time to unwind after that whole thing. Even if it's the supposed middle of the night. Which never really did make sense to you. Hell always had a gloomy night time effect to support the night life. As a hellbourne citizen it really never set in to what was happening half the time. It's been a long night. I know having baths too often is not good for the environment but we’re not on earth right now. They can solve their climate crisis by themselves.
“You sure took a while…” the last person you thought would greet you. Lilith Magne stood at the staircase by the front door. Her and your father never treated you like you meant anything. You were the youngest. Really the only reason you existed was if Charlie fucked up. Since recently she's been more vocal about it all, your parents have been kissing your ass in hopes you'll do something about it.
You may not follow the same morals of most of your family. Like with Charlie you probably thought she made the most sense. Because if she's allowed to mess up and get a second chance from your parents then why don't the sinners from earth get a second chance? However, what are people without impurities? If that involves killing once and a while should that really be a problem? As much as he liked to disagree, Lucifer performed an act of free will when he thought humans didn't deserve to have that.
“Uh huh that's obvious with the way that im coming into the house” You really did care about her but her pretending to care now can only get on your nerves.
“Feisty are we today? I just came to greet you because cant I worry about my own child?” the little sass from definitely wasn’t a pretty look. My dramatic flare probably came from her. She said while hugging herself in delight.
“Ok you do that, i'm going to go take a bath now. You have fun with your delusional ass.” passing by her going up the stairs.
“You know you don't have to go to those parties” words full of matter a fact emotions. “Charlotte never ever gets asked to go, you're more popular than you let yourself believe.”
“That's bullshit and you know that it is” Of course she'll be saying stupid things like this. When does she ever make sense? “You guys trap me here. Half the time I go out for Charlie is the only time that I get to go outside.”
“No one keeps you here. At least I know I don't want you here” ok harsh. Your Mom and Dad only cared about themselves. Whatever, you just kept walking up to your room.
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Splashing into the hot water never felt better.
After the snoozefest of the party and then of course your mother being an actual asshole. At least the small meeting with Stolas was carrying the night.
Pop pop pop
It was so warm, maybe if you close your eyes just a bit it wouldn't hurt too much.
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“You're exactly where you're supposed to be right now.” a voice whispered out.
“and what do you mean by that?” where even are you at the current moment
“Not a lot of folks typically come here but you, you are something special.” in a void this feels really weird.
“Whatever this is, this better not be one of those things where a weird dream demon tells me i'm built differently or something like that.” ok maybe you're a bit of a pessimist but that doesn't change the fact that you were right in that statement.
“You resemble the most beautiful angel that existed” ahh my dad “You're about to change many people's lives.”
“Just remember not to keep yourself trapped”
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Gasping out of the water from that dream. The inability to drown is something you possess but the feeling of it is so gross.
Before leaving to your room you cant help but think about one thing
What is it with this story ending scenes with ominous ending lines?
#hazbin hotel#hazbin hotel x reader#helluva boss#helluva boss x reader#alastor x reader#charlie magne#lilith magne#lucifer magne#stolas x reader#stolas helluva boss#helluva boss season 2#stella helluva boss#hazbin charlie#hazbin alastor#hazbin oc#hazbin hotel lilith#hazbin hotel lucifer
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One of my favourite Sandman lore pieces I absorbed via tumblr is how, when Dream is having great sex, all the dreamers get to have glorious lustful dreams. Dream really is getting laid and making it everybody else's problem. Magnificent.
Dr. Robert Gadling is whistling an extremely cheery tune as he unlocks his office door -- which, if you had had the night he did, you would be whistling too, or possibly even clicking your heels like a demented leprechaun and wishing top o' the morning to everyone who passed. He's not doing that, but he's definitely feeling extremely good, and he sails inside, pulls up the blinds, boots up his computer, and prepares to answer some emails while he waits to see if anyone's actually going to come to office hours. It's always hit or miss, and then four days later they send a panicked question at midnight that they could have just, you know, asked. In person, in a timely fashion, when he definitely will not bite. He will never understand undergraduates.
Hob keeps the door propped open as usual, thus to project a warm and welcoming attitude, and after he's trudged through the first tranche of emails, he glances up to see one of his students loitering in the hall as if she's about to come in -- then, catching sight of him, turning scarlet and racing off at top speed. This is bewildering, since she's usually among the more talkative of the bunch, but Hob writes it off. At least until he sees several more students hovering in the hallway, who all vamoose the instant he sticks his head out to see if they need anything. This is decidedly peculiar, and he sighs deeply, grabs his mug, and heads down the hall to the faculty lounge, thus to raid it for a cup of coffee. Even more emails (and oh joy, expense reports) await, and he could use the fortification.
When he steps inside, his colleagues Bryan (Economics and Politics in Modern Germany) and Amita (Women, Caste, and Religious Practice in Precolonial India) both immediately turn bright red, clear their throats, and engage in a slightly too-loud conversation about the weather (which, given as this is London, is exactly what you think it is). Hob eyes them curiously, since while bizarre behavior is understandable from students, it is somewhat less so from lecturers. "Hey, guys," he says. "Anything up?"
"Er." Bryan is staring fixedly at the floor, while Amita has become unaccountably fascinated by the raindrops rolling down the window. "Nope. No. Everything normal, Rob. Entirely usual."
"Right," Hob says slowly, having the feeling of a man who has walked into a cave and found something large and furry that he should try not to disturb. "That's just me going, then. If I could sneak past you for the coffee pot, that'd be great -- "
He pours himself some coffee, departs in haste, and almost bowls over Philippa, Head of Department, in the hallway outside. They spring backward like a pair of opposing magnets, he manages to avoid dousing her in boiling hot coffee, and as he apologizes, notices that she is likewise determinedly not looking him in the eye and addressing a spot in midair over his head as she insists that it's fine. What the actual hell. Has everyone in Goldsmiths lost their bloody minds?
The insanely weird character of Hob's day, and the fact that even the clerk at Superdrug seems to cough unaccountably while ringing him up, remains a mystery until he gets home, finds an eager Dream Lord waiting for him already, and they get extremely distracted even before Hob can make dinner. Afterward, as they're lying half-clothed and decadent on the bed, Hob murmurs, "Well, glad you at least can stand to look at me, love. Had a very odd time of it today."
Dream's expression assumes a furtive, guilty quality. He rolls onto his back, head still pillowed luxuriantly on Hob's stomach, and stares up at the ceiling. "Ah," he says, after a very long pause. "About that."
(Two minutes of a deeply humiliating explanation later, Hob screeches, "YOU BLOODY DID WHAT?" Dream apologizes profusely and promises not to do it again. Hob does, of course, have classes and commitments for the rest of the semester, but hopefully it's not too late to change his name, once more fake his death, and move to Australia. Except, of course, they dreamed of him there too. Horrible.)
#anonymous#ask#dreamling#dreamling ff#i absolutely did see that post like 'nobody can look hob in the eye after he and dream first get it on'#so yes a+ bless
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Rendog was blown up by Docm77.
Docm77 blew up.
Hm. Joe thought to himself, pulling at the weeds in the HHH garden. Cleo lingered nearby, inspecting their own chat to read the latest death messages for themself. Ren must have been helping Doc with his worldeater. Hopefully the damage wouldn’t be too difficult to repair. Joe was no redstone expert, but he knew how finicky those machines could be-
Docm77 blew up.
Oh. Now that was bizarre. And probably not good - did that mean that there was possibly a rampaging worldeater loose somewhere? Or stray infinite TNT shooting itself across Doc’s perimeter? Perhaps it was best to avoid that area for a little while.
Doc respawned a little ways nearby, his bed likely destroyed in whatever chaos of explosions was rampaging his megabase. He glanced around the spawn plateau, puffed up beyond what Joe had ever seen from him before. Joe couldn’t blame him - a potentially loose worldeater destroying your bed was more than enough to get anyone worried. Why, if Joe was a creeper he’d imagine he’d be pretty puffed-up too just thinking about the whole ordeal.
Ren glided in from GigaPies™, throwing off his elytra as soon as he hit the ground. He immediately hurried towards Doc, hands up placatingly.
“Hey, man,'' he began, shakily. “You feelin’ okay now-?”
Doc hissed.
Doc hissed.
It was low and gravely and gruff, like it emanated from some back corner of his throat that hadn’t been used in a long time. He puffed up even more, shaking and stalking slowly towards Ren.
Oh. Doc had been the one blowing up.
That made slightly more and even less sense.
Rendog was blown up by Docm77.
Docm77 blew up.
Well that certainly wasn’t good.
Doc respawned again, looking even more distressed than before. Immediately he was puffed up, stalking in a circle and making a low growl. Joe was suddenly thankful to be a little ways away, out of Doc’s sight and apparent blast radius.
But now Ren’s elytra was lying on the ground. And spawn was laggy enough without stray items just floating around! And here Doc was, blowing up and creating new entities everywhere. It simply wouldn’t do.
But the elytra was at the other end of spawn.
And Doc stood between Joe and it.
Joe cast a glance to Cleo, who met his stare with wide, concerned eyes.
Should I go pick up the elytra? Joe tried to communicate through facial features. Somehow he doubted it was effective.
What in the world is going on with Doc? Cleo’s expression read. Or maybe it was What is wrong with your face? Joe, however, chose to take it as Joe, you are an idiot and a madman, which is probably equally something Cleo would say.
Taking her definitely not purposefully misinterpreted nonverbal communication as approval, Joe dusted the dirt from his jeans and hurried across the plateau. Behind him, Cleo made a strangled noise a bit like she wanted to strangle him, and all her snakes hissed at once in a sound quite unlike Doc’s. Huh! Isn’t nature fascinating?
Sure enough, despite Joe’s attempt to give the creeper a wide berth, his presence caught Doc’s attention. Joe scurried faster, scooping up the elytra just in time to see Ren paddling over to spawn once more. Excellent timing! Though that did not stop the fact that Doc was now hissing again, swaying in place like a very very tall, explosive, centaur-esque cobra about to strike.
Helpfully, yet another party decided to crash in. Zedaph landed, skidding across the stone as he skillfully unequipped his elytra, and then even more skillfully and definitely intentionally slipped into a roll across the ground, making an assortment of only slightly distressed bleats.
“Doc!” Zedaph announced, finally righting himself across from the creeper. He stood in what appeared to be a fighting stance, lowering his head into a bow as soon as he caught Doc’s attention. Doc watched this silently, turning to face Zedaph. Slowly, he approached.
Rather than exploding, Doc reared.
Poor Zedaph barely stood a chance. Doc, well over at least twice his size, butted head-first into Zedaph’s own comparatively tiny nubs of horns, sending him rolling across the stone once again. Zedaph seemed only momentarily shaken by this, standing once again to charge back. His momentum didn’t even budge Doc, but had allowed him to at least lock horns this time. Doc considered this, and slowly stood upright, lifting Zedaph with ease from the ground. Somehow, Zedaph maneuvered himself into a half-headstand on top of Doc’s own head, awkwardly struggling to hold onto Doc’s horns like some strange cyborg-creeper-caprine-man unicorn.
Back at the HHH garden, behind Joe, Cleo struggled to suppress a fit of giggles at the sight. Joe sympathized, a few chuckles of his own escaping despite his best efforts.
From his bizarre perspective, Zedaph cheered amicably, unhooking his horns from Doc’s and tumbling back to the ground. Doc, seeming much calmer, settled into a seated loaf beside him and rumbled lowly. Joe decided to take that as a sign that it was safe to approach now.
“Howdy,” He greeted the collected Hermits. “What in the world is goin’ on?”
Ren rubbed at the back of his neck. “I��m not sure. I went to go talk to Doc at his perimeter and the guy just totally combusted.”
“I have a theory.” Zedaph said, reclining against Doc’s second torso. “You see, when I woke up this morning I noticed I was feeling more… sheepish, if you will. In the sheep way, mind you. It was the most bizarre thing. I just had this urge to climb into my animal pen to join my flock, maybe start shoveling grass into my mouth. I almost did - it was very tempting, and the grass looked very good. But! I did not. Though the feeling is still quite present - part of my brain is unusually unnerved by Ren’s wolfy presence at the moment.”
“I’m more of a dog, really.”
“Wolf, dog, whatever. When I saw the death messages that Doc had exploded I suspected he may be having a similar experience,” Zedaph waggled a hoof. “And I believe I may be correct, given our combustible compadre’s bizarre behavior.” Zedaph gave a firm pat-pat to Doc’s back, like one might a car. Doc simply stared at him and continued rumbling, also somewhat like a car.
Ren hummed. “That’s strange though - I haven’t noticed anything off myself. I’m usually pretty attuned to when the were-brain is kickin’ in.”
“Cleo?” Joe asked. “Have you noticed anything out of the ordinary?”
“I did feel more tempted than usual this morning to turn Joe into stone. Still kind of am. But then again, that’s a relatively normal feeling for me, so not sure.”
“The three of us are on the more humanoid end of the server’s scale of mobs and hybrids,” Zedaph mused. “Presuming Doc’s condition is as I suspect, I would have thought myself and Ren to be more impacted by this than we are; perhaps it’s affecting mobs more intensely?”
“Should we go check on more of the others, then?” Cleo jerked a thumb towards the bases across the river. “We’ve kind of got more creatures than usual this season.”
Zedaph nodded. “We should make a list in order of concern, I think. If this is disproportionately impacting mobs, I’m a bit concerned for Jevin, given… well, he’s a slime.” The others made various noises of agreement.
“If our mob compatriots are behaving particularly more mobbish at the moment, should we be concerned at all about despawning?” Joe inquired. “Should we nametag Doc before we go?”
“He’s already named.” Cleo said.
Zedaph stood, placing a boat in his wake and rocking it gently against Doc, who eyed it for a moment before shuffling over to lay inside. Zedaph then grabbed a pumpkin from the garden, fiddling with it in his inventory before producing it once again. He held it aloft like one of his trophies, now transformed into one of Jevin’s easter eggs and decorated in Doc’s likeness. He handed it to Doc, who took it gingerly and cradled it close, rumbling louder.
“Alright, Doc,” Zedaph stood back, “You stay here for now, okay? We’ll be back as soon as we figure out what’s going on, and hopefully assure that Jevin is not currently a pile of goo.”
“Or at least, a less bipedal pile of goo than normal.” Cleo added.
“Yes, that. Stay safe, okay Doc?”
Doc rumbled once again, seeming satisfied with his egg and his boat, and the collected Hermits headed off across the river.
#mcyt#hermitcraft#joe hills#zombiecleo#zedaph#hermitcraft ensemble#docm77#rendog#< tagging ensemble before doc and ren to hopefully keep this out of their main tags since it's after 6 tags#theyre there but just to be safe#fanfic#chicken scratch#Mob Mentality#< the official name for this saga now!#part one of a series! aka an excuse for me to write hermits being More Bizarre Than Usual#cause its quite fun to write about mob behaviors might impact hybrid players#i see an excuse for worldbuilding and i take it#also i seem to be incapable of Not Writing From Joe's POV. whoops.#no idea for a proper name for this series so suggestions are welcome
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One of consort hob's first big deal things is a diplomatic party thing for some pantheon of gods or other. They bring booze. Hob partakes and doesn't even think too much about it because, hey, he has had 600+ years to learn to hold his liquor. But that's human grade shit. This stuff is godly stuff. So about half a glass in and he is absolutely shitfaced beyond anything he's managed without giving himself alcohol poisoning before.
And it just makes him hang off of Dream and want to touch and kiss him and fistfight anyone he thinks is looking at him the wrong way. Dream should be embarrassed by his consort, but he just finds it adorable and fortunately all of the gods mostly think it's hilarious and that he's the life of the party. Especially once he decides that his formal clothes are not comfortable and keeps trying to drunkenly strip and pull his husband into a corner.
Alsjsjdbf ok but I absolutely love this. Gonna play up the intox kink a lil bit here because 👀 I can 👀
So yeah, Hob has built up a very good tolerance to alcohol produced by humans. It's been a very long time since he got properly drunk, not just buzzed. He's gotten pretty good at pretending to be shitfaced but tonight? Oh, he doesn't need to pretend.
Dream looks away for one minute, turns back to check in with his husband, and immediately knows exactly what has happened. Hob is very pink in the face, and he doesn't appear to be able to walk straight. He's being half held up by a gaggle of nymphs who obviously think he's absolutely hilarious. And then he catches sight of Dream.
He lurches across the room and practically jumps into Dream’s arms, giggling and sloppily kissing around his mouth. Dream can't bring himself to be cross (it's not Hob’s fault really) and simply tries to keep his grip on his husband. Hob is suddenly very handsy but he's also definitely that drunk friend that goes off on an "adventure" and comes back 3 hours later with a llama and a criminal record.
Dream spends the rest of the night patiently following Hob around the party. First he wants to dance, and he ropes several gods into a very bizarre conga line. Then he wants to "dance" - what he really means is he wants to grind up against Dream and more or less get himself off in front of the whole party.
Later he claims to feel sick, but this turns out to be an excuse to crawl into Dream’s lap for more kisses. And at this point at least 75% of the party guests are equally shitfaced, so Dream relaxes a tiny bit. He lets Hob bounce and grind in his lap, listens to his cute little whining sounds, and finally allows his consort to hump his hand in front of an entire room full of gods. Hob is admittedly gorgeous with his huge dark eyes and his flushed cheeks, hiccuping and slurring about how he wants to be fucked.
Dream gets several messages thanking him for hosting such an excellent party, and congratulating him on his choice of consort. So obviously Hob made a good impression - even if he did fall asleep sprawled over Dream’s lap with his spent cock still out and proud <3
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Jojolands 13: Ohana Means I'll Set Your Ass on Fire
Dragona dropping some great truth about the absurd in this bizarre adventure. We finally got a peak behind that mask. I love it and I hate it, if you've read the chapter already you know what I mean. We'll get to that, because this right here isn't spoilery and it was such a cool nugget.
I love the way Dragona talks about the "absurd." Chance moments that alter one's life for better or for worse. The things that just don't make sense. Especially paired with Dragona opining about nearly losing their heart in the same chapter that last part about hearts being destroyed hits hard. I'm definitely sure we're looking at a trans narrative here and one we'll see play out. The chapter does a good job of implying what we need to know. Nudges at an early theory you've been changing your body with Smooth Operator. We ready? What follows is no place for beginners or sensitive hearts:
Oh HELL yes! As if I needed a reason, these two were well on their way to top Jojo status and now the dynamic duo of the Joestar Siblings are definitely there. Mean girl sets her sights on a much more timid Dragona who we now know looked way more masculine at 14 than 18. Talking physical build and not just fashion. You know, I don't expect an 18yo to have all that figured out and with this I do think we'll see her keep coming into her own. But holy shit that was fucked up and I sincerely hope we can get through the rest of this with no more sexual assault on my Jojos blorbo.
If they do...Jodio will fuck you up. Set a whole damn bus on fire! And while I'm not looking forward to having to relive the impetus in the inevitable anime adaptation, since we've already had the cop I kinda like the perpetrator being a girl here. For one because it shows a side of this kind of bigotry that often goes underrepresented. You see a little more space made typically for trans men who had bad experiences with men prior to coming out, largely because it tends to overlap with those who found a comfortable half-step in something like a radical feminist group. But this sets up Dragona pretty well for a realistic other side of the coin to that. Your experiences with bullying might make you a little skittish of girls your age, you keep a foot in this criminal world even if we keep showing you (not unlike Okiku) as someone who doesn't fit super well, all this would certainly explain why you'd gravitate towards a figure like Meryl Mei. Why there's great potential for drama if she shows a nastier side. It's all great for a trans story that justifies still figuring yourself out through it...but sticks to a fairly realistic path for a lot of young women who find themselves running with gangs.
All that said, Jodio you absolute freak. Burning the whole bus is metal, it's scruffy, he's protecting family. Doooooope. These two are fantastic and I can't wait to explore their story, their dynamic more. Jodio & Dragona's sibling bond is the beating heart of this part. As much as I love Kiku/Izo & Killua/Alluka yeah this is gonna be a banger. Speaking of, this chapter was also the second time we nudged at Jodio getting shit for looking fey too. These two are ride or die for each other and their awesome mom Barbara Ann. How this all ties into their family falling apart and their desire to become filthy rich? No need to ask...
In lighter news. They. When Meryl learns of the other lava rock that got smashed. We're all clear on who's the brains and who's the firepower in the dynamic duo right? I trust Meryl as far as I can throw her and she's a big lady. But for now everything seems on the up-and-up. Charmingman seems to have passed the sniff test and yeah it looks like he's just going to hang around. I like this new setup. Scouting a shadowy company to see if we can get more lava rock.
All in all one of the best chapters of Jojolands so far. I'm loving it, this is the exact direction I hoped it'd go. The backstory made this pretty heavy and I hope we can have more fun with this gang on the new excursion.
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Muse Dating headcanons
{𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚠𝚘 𝚊𝚜𝚔𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝙸 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚋𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚍. 𝙸 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚒𝚝 𝚍𝚒𝚍𝚗'𝚝 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚖 𝚝𝚘 𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚊𝚐 𝚜𝚘 𝙸'𝚖 𝚛𝚎𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐. }
:𝟶 𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚊 𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚠𝚎 𝚋𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚐𝚘𝚛𝚐𝚎𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝚖𝚏 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝙸'𝚖 𝚐𝚘𝚗𝚗𝚊 𝚍𝚘 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚕𝚞𝚕𝚞 𝚖𝚊𝚐𝚒𝚌 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚔𝚜. 𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚔𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚢 𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚌𝚎𝚎𝚍 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚒𝚝'𝚜 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚜𝚑 :𝟹
🅆🄰🅁🄽🄸🄽🄶🅂: MINORS DO NOT INTERACT OR BALD JIWOO IS GONNA COME FOR YOU, NSFW content, combining two requests, edging, overstimulation, muse being a tease, squirting.
*･ﾟﾟ･*:.｡..｡.:*ﾟ:*:✼✿ ✿✼:*ﾟ:.｡..｡.:*･ﾟﾟ･*
🅼🆄🆂🅴:
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He definitely chugs down 'respect women juice' every morning at 5 am religiously.
I mean, his mentor is a woman so she's bound to teach him how to treat a lady.
His attraction towards you is something he is aware of but refuses to acknowledge. Not wanting to tangle you up in his mess or just because he fear that from then on he won't ever be able to keep a straight face in front of you.
But his mentor, Supri Baster obviously catches onto what he's hiding.
It's not obvious. The signs are so small. Like the little quirk at the corner of his lips wherever he catches sight of you. The little momentary pause in whatever he's doing as you walk by. The way he seems to talk a little more than necessary whenever conversing with you. The way he's a little distracted whenever you're around.
They're little signs. Almost invisible but as his mentor, nothing can go unnoticed by her.
She makes sure to give him a little talk. Nudging him to actually make a move instead of following after you like some lovesick puppy.
So treat her with respect and treat her well.
Anyway now to the established relationship part.
He's the finest gentleman in all the lands.
If there's anything bothering you, he's ready to help but also knows when to back off and let you fight your own battles.
He's just the right amount of protective. Always talking note of your safety. Asking you if that person's actions or comments are genuinely bothering you and if you want him to do something about it.
Of course he's sheathing in anger, infuriated and over come with a desire to crush their skulls in. But what matters to him more, is what you want. You're the one being subjected to their torment after all, so it's only up to you to decide.
You get the point. He respects your choices and decisions no matter if he thinks you're being too merciful. He will make suggestions but that's as far as he'll go.
Although if said decision involves your safety, that respect for your wishes partially gets thrown out the window. He loves you and wants to live. Is that so hard to understand? He'll cry and beg on his knees if that's what if takes for you to understand.
He's an ogle-r. He stares when you apply lipstick/lip balm to your lips, watches intently as you smack your lips together and then starts to feel dizzy cause you're literally so fucking pretty.
The best way to apply chapstick in his opinion, is by kissing you.
He's so sweet it's literally making your teeth rot.
He gives you compliments a lot on the daily.
His love language mostly consists of words of affirmation and acts of service.
He always keeps his words. If he promises something to you, it's going to happen no matter how unrealistic or bizarrely impossible it might sound.
And if you do the same, prove through your actions that you do care about him and keep your word, he'll be head over heels for you. ꉂ(ˊᗜˋ*)♡
He's also a copycat. Falling under the common phenomenon among couples. He copies your unique phrases, your walking speed, your music taste etc.
One thing he's especially mindful of is to always walk behind or beside you, never ahead of you as this always helps him keep an eye of you.
Dates with him consist of a healthy balance of shopping sprees, fine dining and domestic activities.
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He gives off major service Dom vibes. But he's not boring! He doesn't just simply do whatever you ask for like a servent. Oh no no~
Remember, he's the one in control here. He's the one knuckle deep in your sweet cunny.
Be mindful of what you say to him.
If you're uptight, he's going to have a lot of fun breaking you.
He's going to make you utter every dirty desire in that sweet little heart of yours. Make you voice everything you want him to do to you. Every detail. How you want him to hold you. How you want him to sink his teeth into you like you're his prey. How you want him to shove another one of his fingers in. How you want him to fuck his fingers into you faster. How you can't take it anymore. How it's all too much for you. How you don't want him to stop.
He's evil in the way he stops just as you're tethering on the edge of falling apart, the coil in your lower tummy getting so tight that it's about to burst.
He's got the tongue of a serpent. Cooing at you, telling you that he'll let you come this time as he rubs in slow deliberate circles on your little twitching nub. You know he's lying and yet you fall for it every time.
He holds your cute little face in his hands as he licks your fat tears off your blushy cheeks, bullying his cock into your abused pussy as you keep sobbing and begging him to finally, to just please let you come.
And let you come he does. He doesn't stop until all you can remember is his name. Until you're babbling incoherent half sentences, cross-eyed and oh so pretty. He doesn't relent until you've drenched his torso, thighs and the sheets under you in your release.
*･ﾟﾟ･*:.｡..｡.:*ﾟ:*:✼✿ ✿✼:*ﾟ:.｡..｡.:*･ﾟﾟ･*
𝙸 𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚊 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚊 𝚍𝚘 𝚜𝚞𝚋𝚋𝚢 𝙼𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚠.
𝙰𝚕𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝.. . 𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚔 𝚢𝚘𝚞. :)
#eleceed#eleceed x reader#frame#eleceed frame#webtoon eleceed#eleceed muse#muse x reader#muse x reader smut
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✧ Polaris ✧ - Jotaro x Reader
PART 9: Get to Know You
— The previous parts of the fic can be found in the pinned post of my profile. Hope you enjoy! —
I rise from the dead yet again!
But sorry for the wait! College's been rough with the workload but I've managed to put out a new part! No warnings this time, just joot's emotional development and a bunch of jotaro and reader fluff interactions~
But what if I told you that there's 2k+ more story over in my AO3? It's exclusive over there because it contains my OC's lore (aka the character the reader's standing in place of here). However, I promise you it's worth reading with jotaro gradually learning to open more to you and both of you just basking in peace.
Regardless, hope you enjoy!
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Bright light dawned beyond his shut eyes.
Already? Jotaro stirred from where he lay on the grass, flexing his arms to stretch, though he did expect his left to be a bit heavy. Through his early morning squinting, he turned to the spot where a girl should be lying only to find it unoccupied and his arm free.
“Morning~”
Jotaro sat upright and turned to look at you sitting cross-legged across from him. He quickly swept his gaze over you to check how you fared- faintly flushed cheeks, puffy eyes, fixed hair, smoothed-out uniform. You appeared good compared to the state you were during the night prior but-
“How are you feeling?”
You looked up in thought, humming as you planted your hands on the ground to lean on them. “Better? But admittedly still like shit. As expected, I couldn’t sleep for long and ended waking up shortly after falling asleep but,” you glanced at him with a soft smile. “Company was able to get me through the hours.”
Jotaro nodded once at the words with the smallest of smiles on his face responding to yours.
“So yeah. I somewhat patched bits of myself back to… this.” You gestured to your body with one sweep.
“That’s good.”
You tilted your head with concern. “How about you?”
The probable bruises spotting all over his back and arms as a result of the chaotic whipping ached at the mention but he paid no attention as he shrugged with casual ease. “I’m fine.”
“Jotaro,” he paused at the mention of his name. He stared into your eyes and felt the weight of your gaze towards him. One that, paired with a gentle smile, carried an array of sentiments unable to be conveyed through words. “Thanks for last night. Really…”
You had a lot going on behind your confident strides, and to this moment Jotaro has yet to know about them. But with the shared look of trust between him and you, he was in no hurry to figure them out.
He tipped the visor of his hat down as a sign of acknowledgment and as means to cover his warming cheeks.
“Alright,” And as if nothing happened, you were up and standing with a clap and dust of your clothes. “Enough with the sappy stuff, we should head back to the others. They must be starting to think we did something freaky last night knowing them.”
Getting up as well, Jotaro rolled his eyes at the thought of the Crusaders poking fun at them for the nth time. “Definitely.” Though, by the feel of the mellow sunlight on his skin, it wasn’t too late in the morning and a bit more exchange of words would be nice before returning to the annoyance that was the group itself.
It’s been a while since you’ve properly talked to him like this after all.
“Let’s?”
He nodded, shoving his hands into his pockets.
With you leading the way back, they both returned to the main campsite and was greeted with the bizarre sight of Kakyoin dropping what looked like a literal piece of shit into a bowl Joseph’s breakfast pudding, before offering the bowl to the old man to feed the evil-faced baby with enthusiasm.
Jotaro didn’t question what the reasoning behind it was nor did he care that much, though you were about to if it wasn’t for Avdol, the moralistic guy that he was, politely telling you that infant was devious for some reason and what the other student did wasn’t entirely wrong.
You glanced at Kakyoin’s arm, read the “BABY STAND” carved on the skin, and understood, joining them to watch the whole feeding happen.
Polnareff woke up minutes too late to witness the child suffer from feces-tasting food.
Letting that be a bygone, the Foundation managed to track the group by the time the sun was high in the sky. In two separate teams, one transported the grimacing infant to a nearby village while the other brought the Crusaders to a remote island where they would wait for another vehicle departing for Egypt.
A submarine if he heard right.
The island itself wasn’t all too bad- Fine sand, lush tropical trees, and the tranquil ambiance of the sea. Jotaro wouldn’t mind waiting here. In group fashion, everyone kept themselves preoccupied to pass the time. The Frenchman ran off to god knows where, you and the older adults engaged in simple conversation, Kakyoin probably went to look for Pol to make sure he didn’t get himself into any trouble-
While Jotaro was left sitting by himself on the sand, a lit cigarette in hand when finding some temporary peace in the near-rhythmic crash of waves.
It felt… strange.
Even though he’d asked for breaks numerous times during their battles, a weight grew heavy on his shoulder at the fact that with each passing second, his mother’s life was slowly dwindling away and all the times they got blocked off by either an enemy or mundane inconveniences were seconds thrown away that could have been used to further progress this damn trip.
He took one long drag of his cigarette and sighed deeply, letting out a small plume of ashy gray into the air. All those times he cursed at her, dismissed her motherly affections, downright ignored her… Jotaro placed his hand on his nape, scratching lightly as if it would alleviate the rising guilt in him once he realized what he’d been doing.
What was this for? Why was I so mean to her when she did nothing but love and care for me? For a well-kept facade I didn’t even want in the first place? He hated that it took a life-or-death situation for him to ponder like this. Mom… I should call her soon…
“The young Joestar is in deep thought I see.”
Jotaro snapped out of his thoughts to notice Avdol taking a spot beside him. “So?” He took another drag.
“There’s nothing wrong in self-reflection from time to time,” he said. “For someone in their youth, all this chaotic fighting and constant travel must be starting to make you wish you’d be in school right now, right?”
“It’s fine,” the teenager shrugged. “School sucks and it bores me.”
“The high grades Holly-san told me you got throughout your academic years says otherwise.��� Jotaro grumbled something incoherent that he himself didn’t know what the words were. “You’re thinking of her, aren’t you?”
“It’s shitty to think about how much of an asshole I was…”
Avdol chuckled. “I’m not going to say you’re wrong. You definitely disrespected your mother most of the time all of us were in the same room together, but as terrible your behavior was-” he patted the delinquent’s shoulders. “I know you still love Holly with all your heart. You wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t the case.”
Jotaro remained silent. He wasn’t wrong…
“Toss all my other wisdom talk aside if you wish, but I hope this advice would stick with you,” Avdol turned to his clasped hands. “Holly’s still here and when you return to her, I suggest you let her know how much you love her the way you can instead of pushing her away. Cherish the ones you love while they’re still here with us.”
If it were weeks ago, Jotaro would have done what Avdol said seconds ago and dismiss this sagely talk as nothing but some sort of “respect your parents” propaganda. Oddly enough, he didn’t feel the urge to ignore his words now that he’s stuck worrying over his mother’s life.
The spark in his cigarette dimmed down to ashes. “What’s with the random inspirational speeches? You a counselor or something?”
The Egyptian smiled. “Teacher actually. If I wasn’t doing readings or fortune telling, I worked with children, especially the troubled ones, and guided them with the right knowledge and values to live through life. That is until DIO found me and I had to seek Mr. Joestar for protection.”
Jotaro scoffed. “You see me as a kid then? Is that it?”
“Are you not? You’ve yet to mature past your rough edges after all.”
He clicked his tongue, thought not entirely disagreeing with the adult. “Whatever.”
“An answer expected from you.” Avdol stood. “You’ll understand when you’re older. Who knows? You might be a teacher in the future as well if fate deems it to be.” With that, he walked back to the others and left the reserved teenager alone with his thoughts.
Yeah right… like that would ever happen. Time continued to pass as he remained sitting on the sand, mulling over what Avdol had said to him together with memories of his mother stirring in his thoughts. At some point, Jotaro had dozed off, leaning on his propped-up knee with the remains of his cigarette left somewhere on the sand beside him.
When he came to, the sun was halfway down the horizon, dimming the sky above as the stars slowly made themselves visible. He expected to wake up by himself as is the case every time he took his naps, but with one glance to the side, he found you watching the sea beside him.
You noticed him staring so you spoke. “You’re awake.”
“I assume the sub’s not here yet?” The pointed stare and silence you gave him the answer. He sighed. “Figured.”
“Mr. Joestar and I took one stroll around the place and there’s a bunch of neat little hideouts on the island you could have slept in. It’s more secluded and quiet, has enough wind to keep cool, and the grass is short enough to not be itchy,” you said. “Why choose this spot by the water?”
“Ambiance,” he said in return. “I like the sound of waves. It’s… calming.”
He took one glimpse at you to gauge for your reaction. You weren’t looking at him when you had that soft smile on your face as you had this faraway gaze facing the mellow movements of the ocean. “The waves make me relax too. It’s what helps make it so beautiful aside from its glittery surface.”
Jotaro thought about what you said to him back in Singapore. The ocean looks beautiful, don’t you agree? Fresh from his talk with Avdol, he couldn’t help but be nostalgic for a second. “Mom used to take me to the beach when I was little… usually when I felt like shit. And it helped somewhat.”
“Lucky you. My birthplace is by the sea and by this point, you already know I had a rough past. So, I’d watch that huge body of water sway with the breeze and let myself listen to the waves as a mean for comfort.” This time, you faced him and locked his gaze with yours. “Looks like we’re not so different from each other, huh?”
“You tend to overshare though.”
“But you’ve gotten used to it by now, huh?”
He shrugged. “A bit.” A bit? A complete understatement considering his level of tolerance to her numerous bouts of talk. “But it’s either that or spend the rest of lunch bored out of my mind.”
You cooed, cupping your cheek with a small tilt of your head. “Are you saying you miss the simple times of lunch with yours truly? Or am I hearing things?”
Though he hated admitting it, he thought about what Avdol said and with some heat to his cheeks, Jotaro tipped his hat over his eyes and gave one small bob of his head. Not allowing him the silence to wallow with self-embarrassment, you giggled as you shoved him lightly.
“And here I thought you wanted this bitch to shut up.”
“Don’t flatter yourself.” Jotaro looked at you this time, finding some sort of relief in the fact you blushed deeply at the sentiment despite the teasing you were fond of doing to him. “I still prefer some peace and quiet.”
“Hey I’m not judging,” you raised your hands. “Not when I also miss our mini rooftop breaks. It’s… a nice breath of fresh air. Literally.” You let out a breathy laugh, eyes closing from your smile.
Jotaro could feel his heart beat a bit faster than before. One that always came with warmth on his face, his hands turning clammy and his stomach feeling a sensation similar to that of fluttering butterflies. It happened more often the more they made progress to Egypt.
Fuck. I don’t want to think about this. He took in a deep breath and sighed, blurting out the first thing that came to mind to divert the subject away from the familiar banter. “Admitting you like the smell of smoke now?”
“Huh?”
“It can’t be a breath of fresh air when I smoke next to you every time.”
You rolled your eyes. “The winds blow them away from for most of the time so I don’t really care, but don’t think I’ve noticed you’d smoke less and less the more we hung out.”
Jotaro cocked an eyebrow and fished through his pockets, pulling out a pack of cigarettes. To prove a point, he flipped the lid open to reveal five sticks remaining inside out of 20. “I beg to differ. This is my 3rd pack this trip.”
Which was a lie. It’s his first and is this empty only because Polnareff wanted some to smoke and practice the delinquent’s parlor trick for the nth time.
“Yah!” You leaned forward to try and snatch the box off his hand. “Are you trying to kill yourself on purpose?!” You swiped again only for Jotaro to lean back and stretch his arm away from you with a smug smirk. My turn to tease. “You can’t do that now, we have unfinished business!”
“I don’t care.”
You deadpanned. “Liar. Now give me.”
Without anyone noticing, you ended up sprawled over his lap still struggling to reach for the pack of nicotine in his outstretched hand. Too preoccupied with making sure your grabby hands won’t reach it, Jotaro didn’t notice the slim strip of rose-gold creeping up behind him to snatch the box off his hold.
The delinquent clicked his tongue, crossing his arms. “You cheated.” Though you didn’t care as you leaned back with cheeky smile and tiny shimmy, pack of cigarettes now in your hand. “Doesn’t matter. I can always buy another.”
“To practice your little cigarette trick for the masses?”
“I can do 5 at once.”
“Shut up. You’re lying.”
“I can show you.”
You scoffed, tossing the box back at him with defeat. “Unbelievable. You really do have a death wish.”
Jotaro grew acutely aware of how much closer you got to him without you noticing, so close that he felt his shoulders brush against yours and the back of his hand overlapped with your smaller, softer one. His chest tightened and his pulse increased yet again beneath his aloof expression.
As the two of them watch the sun set below the horizon, he stilled as you leaned your head on his shoulder. Respecting the quiet air of the area, you said to him in a hushed voice. “I’d rather you not die on my watch. I don’t think my heart can handle any more of those.”
You said it with nonchalance and a smile, but he knew better. He slowly turned to glance at you still facing the ocean. Any trace of playfulness you had minutes ago dissolved, making way for that tone of sadness and longing to make its appearance just as it did prior to your breakdown.
Under the touch of your hand, his fingers twitched ever so slightly, wanting to graze your skin as minuscule means to soothe you. But Jotaro had a feeling you just needed company and nothing else at the moment.
He allowed you to rest your head on his shoulders, peacefully watching as the sky grew dark and its stars started to twinkle.
“I won’t.”
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Gratz on 100 followers! You definitely deserve more than just that. I'm a recent follower and I've already gone through your entire blog, you feed me the soft Tighnari content I need rn.
If I may suggest a prompt,,, Tighnari + nightmares? Hurt/comfort? Can be either him or the reader having the nightmare.
Or if you feel like doing something more celebratory, a birthday drabble of reader and him celebrating one of their birthdays? Ofc take your pick, either of those would have me jumping on my seat.
୨୧ Nightmares (100+ Follower Special)
“ when you needed him most, he was there. “
ft. tighnari x gn!reader
cw: hurt/comfort, full fic, not proofread
>> 🍁 kazuha's musings : not me writing this when I’m nearly at 300…. the support has been really unexpected so, really, thank you guys ! (oh btw I’m saving the second option for when it’s actually his bday hehe)
Tighnari was a light sleeper, so maybe that was why he so easily woke up to the sound of ruffling bedsheets and groaning. It was nearly pitch black in your shared bedroom, the only source of light being the faded moonlight soaking through the blinds. Tighnari's heavy eyelids twitched open, only a loud silence greeting his unexpected awakening.
He wasn't even sure if he was awake, muscles fully relaxed and his mind calmed, yet there was now an unanswered question; what was that sound? It must be you moving in your sleep, he thinks, rolling himself over to meet with your sleeping figure. Tighnari couldn't help but smile to himself, the light reflecting and bouncing off your hair and skin painted in a washed-out blue light, you looked so peaceful.
Yet, his sensitive ears were met with more breathless whispers and mutters. "No."
...Huh? Tighnari's eyes widen, a small pit growing in his stomach as your nonsensical words fill his senses. What did you mean by 'no'? Were you awake? Were you still sleeping? Tighnari takes a deep breath, his weary mind trying to clear itself from any panic. He was reacting too quickly, slowly sitting up from where he slept and shuffling closer to you. A soft hand outstretches to gently outline the curve of your jaw, almost as a way to gently ease both you and his heart that thumped heavily in his ears.
The comforting smile on Tighnari's face faded when he felt your legs kick under the sheets, face slowly painting in distress, that pit grew deeper, Tighnari immediately drawing himself closer to you despite the way your legs kicked at his calves.
"Hey, hey..." he breathes, nose bumping against yours, tears welling and dripping down your cheeks staining Tighnari's fingertips. "I'm here, Tighnari's here..."
Kisses pepper your jawline in light kisses, blooming and blossoming along your flushed skin. He's whispering to you, hoping that somehow you can hear him, trying to awaken you from the turmoil brewing deep within your mind. Tighnari can't do anything more than just wait, sweet nothings falling on deaf ears and his once exhausted state now wide awake. Your tears fall heavy down your cheeks, yet begin to slow as Tighnari slowly takes your hand and cups it against his cheek; he's only inches away from you, watching carefully for any change in expression.
It feels like forever that he's doing this, cradling you in your sleep and pushing away the glossy tears that cascaded like shimmered waterfalls. Sharp pains jabbed at Tighnari when your sobs got worse at times, even his own breathing uneasy as the soft squeezes of your hand grow ever so slightly tighter in his grasp. Wake up, he's getting more desperate as time passes, refraining from making frantic movements for your sake.
"Tighnari..."
His name, you're calling for him, your lover. His eyes nearly light up, muttering your name, exasperated, in return. Then, only then, finally, your eyes flutter open and Tighnari meets the beautiful sight of your irises; smiling as if he's never seen them before. You can feel Tighnari heave out a heavy breath, tickling your tear-soaked cheeks. It was bizarre, Tighnari nearly inches from your face as your mind immediately went back to the terrors you were experiencing mere seconds ago. It still felt cold, pitch black as the only thing you could do was stare back at Tighnari.
He hushes you lovingly when he sees your disarray, chest rising rapidly and heart heavy in your ribcage as more tears slip past you "I'm here," he kisses the corners of your eyes, "I'm here, sunshine..."
"T-Tighnari, it was so cold..."
"I know, I know, sunshine... Don't say a word..."
You're suddenly pulled into a deep hug, Tighnari's baggy shirt soaking with your tears. Nimble fingers run soothingly through your hair, his fingertips rubbing soft circles into your scalp. You still feel so hopeless, dark thoughts screaming, begging to be noticed and consume you whole... Yet, somehow, it was bearable with him by your side, kissing your forehead and smoothing his hands along your back. The utter care and love are radiating from him, a kind of brightness that rivals the celestial sun and threatens to illuminate the dark room draped in the moonlight.
"Look at me."
Silence passes, soft sniffles are heard from you and your head is still smushed against his chest. His hand moves to your chin, gently pushing your head upwards so his eyes meet yours. You're still crying, eyes glossed over and shiny yet somehow you feel too tired to cry, watching Tighnari frown once he saw how dull and empty your eyes looked.
"Don't cry," he smiles, kind eyes staring back with an unwavering gaze, "you don't have to talk about it."
You nod, reluctantly returning Tighnari's loving gaze--however, once you did, you swore you felt your heart twist into a million knots and burst. You could barely see anything, but Tighnari looked as handsome as ever, so, so beautiful in the moonlight. And little did you know, he was thinking the exact same thing. Tighnari's scent filled your nose while you took in a shaky breath, feeling him press your hand flat against his beating chest.
"Deep breaths, I'll guide you." you only now noticed just how dry his voice sounded, but it felt like an overflow of sweet red wine and unnamed songs that fluttered against your ears.
His heart rate was nearly erratic despite the serene smile on his face, and a pang of guilt struck your core, you must have scared him so badly. You listened for Tighnari's signal, breathing in the warm air that swirled and filled your lungs--focusing on your melding heartbeats as Tighnari counted down, finally breathing out. This cycle went on for who knows how long, just until Tighnari knew you felt better, even just slightly.
Seldom words were spoken after that, tears long dried and breaths steady. Your fingers were intertwined with Tighnari's, feeling him squeeze your hand occasionally like a message--that he's here.
He'll always be here.
#[🍁] kazuha's haiku collection#[💌] letters of songbird#tighnari x reader#tighnari x you#tighnari#tighnari fluff#tighnari fanfic#tighnari imagines#genshin fanfic#genshin impact
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Supernatural & Paranormal Sentences, Vol. 2
(Sentences from various sources for muses exploring the unexplained. Adjust phrasing where needed)
"I think this case is nothing more than a murderer taking advantage of local folklore."
"It's very dangerous to believe people. I haven't for years."
"It's been said that the fear of the unknown is an irrational response to the excesses of the imagination."
"I've always put my trust in the accepted facts. What I saw last night... For the first time in my life, I don't know what to believe."
"I have to confess that I, for one, will be locking my door tonight."
"Creatures like us are not supposed to interfere in your world."
"That's why I like you! Your ideas are weirder than mine!"
"There is still a lot about this that doesn't make sense..."
"Nothing disappears without a trace."
"You ever had the suspicion that you've been abducted by aliens?"
"I heard reports of several UFO sightings in this area last night. Did you see anything?"
"This house is supposed to be haunted."
"I'm assuming you're familiar with the early indications of repressed memory?"
"Maybe some mysteries are never meant to be solved..."
"What the hell? Was that real?"
"I've seen too many things not to believe."
"It's not places which are evil, it's people."
"I can offer you no satisfactory explanation."
"Did you ever look up into the night sky and feel certain that not only was something up there, but it was looking down on you at that exact same moment, and was just as curious about you are you are about it?"
"What would be the chances of someone like me seeing a UFO?"
"Do you believe in the existence of extraterrestrials?"
"Did you see that?"
"You ever experienced a period of missing time?"
"What you are looking at, it exists nowhere in nature. It would have to be, by definition, extraterrestrial."
"It can't be aircraft. Aircraft can't manoeuvre like that."
"I did not say that "people" believe this; I said "conspiracy theorists"."
"Just because I can't explain it, doesn't mean I'm going to believe they were UFOs."
"You put such faith in your science, but the things I've seen, science provides no place to start."
"Are you at all familiar with the phenomenon of cattle mutilations?"
"I hope you're not thinking this has anything to do with government conspiracies or UFOs. "
"I shall never forget what I saw this evening."
"You make an effort to appear conventional, but I know that you share my love of all things bizarre."
"There's something unexplainable here, but it's certainly not unidentifiable."
"You're saying that time disappeared? Time can't just disappear!"
"Fact is, we've got a cannibalised body. Someone - or something - out there is hungry."
"Why are you so determined not to believe me?"
"I thought you'd be pleased that I'd opened myself to extreme possibilities!"
"The government can't control a deficit or manage crime. What makes you think they can plan and execute such an elaborate conspiracy?"
"It's happening again, isn't it?"
#rp meme#rp memes#roleplay meme#roleplay memes#rp prompts#roleplay prompts#sentence starters#supernatural;#assorted;
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putting this here more for myself than anything. i wanna be able to look back at it in a year and see how its changed. explanations for each section under the cut
ship i loved at first sight: tara x piper.
i don't know what the ship name is. taper? pira? pira seems nicer lol. anyway, tara used to be my favourite brawler (and is still up there in my top 5) and i think the first time i saw tara x piper fanart was on reddit. it was by Xpyray and i swear to god ive never fallen in love with a ship faster. their art is so fucking good and they dont rlly draw brawl stuff anymore but i still follow them cuz their art is so so so pretty (please go follow them if youre reading this). anyway so yeah thats how tara x piper became my fav ship.
ships i initially didn't like: rico x piper, shelly x colt
imma be fr at the start i didn't really Get these ships. but after watching some of the official animations and learning more of the lore, i started to appreciate these ships more. i don't love them or anything but they can be cute
ships i don't like anymore: sandy x nita, leon x jessie, sandy x leon
there is no real reason for this other than the fact that i simply stopped liking them as i grew up. as i was making this i realised that when i was younger i used to like the ships with the kids/teens more, but now i'm 17 and i'm just not interested in them anymore. i guess thats what happens when you grow up lol. these ships are still cute, but i just don't engage with them anymore
favourite popular ships: mandy x chester, fang x buster
so a bit of background, i actually quit brawl stars for a while, i think after the gale brawl pass. i dont really remember why, but its probably because i just got bored of the game lol. i think that also played into why i'm no longer interested in the same ships as before. anyway, i came back this year during the bizarre circus brawl pass and accidentally fell in love with these two ships. honestly, i'm not even entirely sure why i fell in love with these two ships in particular. chester definitely caught my eye when i came back to the game because a) i love clowns b) i love a good troll c) i love the random XD energy chester has and d) he has super interesting & fun game mechanics. i have no interest in mandy really but then i saw One suggestive mandy x chester fanart that went hard af and suddenly i was on board lmao. on the other hand fang and buster were two characters that i took some time to fall in love with, but now they're my favourites lol it's so strange. i really don't know how it happened.
favourite rarepair: amber x maisie
i was looking at a diagram of all the trios so far because i was brainstorming ideas for who to include in a fanfic and as i was looking at it, suddenly it Clicked in my mind that amber x maisie would go hard af. like think about it. overconfident fire entertainer who gets so swept up in performances that she forgets about safety x safety coordinator with a fire extinguisher for an arm who secretly likes being in dangerous situations? come on!!!! im surprised more people havent thought of this pairing cuz as soon as it clicked for me it seemed like such an obvious pairing to do. but then again they've never interacted in any animation/promo material/etc so i guess it's not a pair people would just think of without prompting. but it's so fucking good!!!! more people need to get in on this ship.
controversial ship: none
here's the thing. i don't know any controversial ships that i can see myself shipping. the most controversial one i know is probably edgar x colette but i see them as siblings so i don't ship it nor do i engage with fanart of them. edgar and colette ships in general are probably controversial seeing as both of them don't have canon ages and it's vague enough that people are always talking about whether they're adults or minors. but i personally see both of them as older teens so i don't ship them with anyone. (to me, they're too old to hang out with the kid brawlers but also too young to hang out with the adult brawlers. it's weird because there's no other brawlers where i see them as teens, so in my mind edgar and colette both have 0 shipping potential)
ships i want to become canon the most: amber x maisie, fang x buster
they're my current favourite ships. what else to say.
comfort ship: fang x buster
i think about them All the Fucking Time. lowkey i started to project on fang a bit just cuz i like him so much. i don't even know why or how i started liking him this much but he's my favourite brawler now and it's horrible. i think the seal in the coffin was @/giveittomegay's fanart of them. THEY'RE SO FUCKING CUTE. like omfg. confident, charismatic chinese immigrant who just arrived at starr park x introverted insecure white guy who doesn't know how to approach others. slowburn where they become closer through working at the cinema and buster realises he's fallen in love basically immediately but fang hasn't realised his own sexuality (has had crushes on girls before so always assumed he was straight) and doesn't realise he's in love with buster until maisie straight up tells him. fang's confidence means he jokingly flirts with buster all the time because he thinks it's funny to tease the guy and make him flustered but doesn't realise buster gets flustered because he likes fang. fang is fucking stupid. also, i think using fang x shelly here as a conflict plot point would be so good. like, fang seeing a pretty girl and approaching her, flirting with her, etc. i like to think fang is dense as fuck and would genuinely believe he's in love with shelly despite buster occupying 90% of his thoughts because his thought process would be something along the lines of "oh, i just think about him a lot cuz he's my best friend, i'm sure this is all regular, normal bff things". and buster just fucking dying inside but not saying anything because he thinks it's none of his business and he shouldn't interfere in fang's love life. MAISIE WATCHING ALL THIS HAPPEN AND WANTING TO MURDER BOTH OF THEM FOR BEING SO DENSE. like ohhhhhh my god there is so much potential here it's fucking insane. side note: fang doesn't have anything against gay people. i like to think maisie x amber comes way before fang x buster, so fang knows gay people exist and like he is perfectly fine and comfortable being around them, he's just so stupidly dense that he doesn't realise HE is gay (or more specifically bi). he also assumes buster is straight because default sexuality and whenever fang makes jokes based on this assumption buster never corrects him. because buster is a pussy. god. i want to write this fanfic so bad but i'm so fucking bad at writing dialogue it's insane.
ships that deserve more attention: amber x maisie, brock x bibi, barley x bull, max x janet
LET ME COOK HERE OKAY. amber x maisie i already explained above. brock x bibi (i call them bibrock) is because it's noted in bibi's bio that she's secretly a huge nerd and i think it would be super cute for her to have a bf who she can indulge in nerdy and geeky shit with. to me they're both massive comic book fans who become close by playing all the superhero video games together before branching out to other games. they're console gamers btw and they get SUPER competitive whenever they're playing against each other. but they also do play coop games where they work together. usually brock is the one who does a lot of theorycrafting and tries to minmax his grind so he can get all the resources in the most optimal and time efficient way possible, whereas bibi prefers just going into fights and wrecking havoc lol.
barley x bull is because they're both restaurant owners/servers (barley has his bar, bull has his diner) and i think they would bond over shitty customers and interesting food/drink recipes. they're both also familiar with having fights break out in their establishment and are fully capable of shutting fights down, even if it means getting their hands dirty. they think they're on opposite ends of the spectrum but they're actually more similar than they realise. for sure a very slowburn romance (especially because i think bull would be denial about liking a fucking robot lmfao)
max x janet is because they're both celebrity entertainers. yeah, that's it. no but seriously i see max as someone who puts up an outgoing persona in public and is generally a very hyper, high energy person but at the same time, she tends to keep people at a distance because she's scared of intimacy. before janet, her closest friends are surge and meg. surge kind of Knows something is up with her because every time he tried to ask about her past she clammed up and gave noncommittal responses. he worries about her but doesn't know what to do about it so he just tries to make her happy in the present. meg is a kid so she doesn't realise anything is wrong lol. hanging out with meg and surge makes max happy and she considers them family, but she still has a wall up around her true self. janet is the one who is finally able to help max come out of her shell and address her past trauma. it also helps that max thinks janet is very pretty and desperately wants to kiss her. this is canon btw don't question me.
first otp: tara x piper | current otp: fang x buster
i basically said all i have to say about these ships so yeah. that's it.
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I definitely want to back up that anon who thinks jimin is still in the kitchen! In truth I think all the boys are and will be for a long time. I see chapter two as the introduction of their solo careers meaning "hey we are gonna be bts but also be ourselves sometimes too" I think every solo moment we've seen is the beginning which I'm for one super excited about. Imagine a wave of brilliant solo work one year and then phenomenal group work the next. Chapter two is barely a year in and it's already a visual and musical feast. I think jimin loves quietly preparing so he can wow us when he feels the time is right and while I too get tense with the constant radio silence I know it's cause he'll blow my mind the second he wants too. I hope people who feel as if Jimin didn't get a chance to show his true might feel comforted in that he will never ever stop wanting to gag tf out of us. And I think the sentiment holds the same for bts.
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Exactly this. Up until a few months ago I thought this was well understood, seeing as how BTS has operated till now, but clearly I was mistaken.
For posterity’s sake, to beat this dead horse one final time:
Would it be nice for each member’s release to not have any of the issues they’ve had? Of course. But it’s possible to inform the company of said issues, address what we can for issues due to various platform errors not due to the company, while not losing sight of the fact this is only 2023. We’re still only in 2023. As in, we’re literally just one year into Chapter 2, none of the guys are older than 30, and they keep saying they’re in this for the long haul. And this is the same group that has shown over a decade that their plans are most often and best executed in multi-year stints.
It’s bizarre to think a member’s solo career is over or even damaged at all in any real way because of one or more problems that happened during their first solo release. It betrays such a myopic, winner-take-all mentality that you have to be in a very specific headspace to fully buy into.
Jimin is clearly happy and working. He’s not blind and is seeing what is working for other members and what isn’t. They’re all checking out each other’s solo endeavours from time to time, cheering each other on and I’d say making notes on what they too could try, what works and what doesn’t.
If there’s one thing that’s become clear to me over the years, and even more so in Chapter 2, it’s that BTS is a team. A real team. I’ve seen a lot of k-pop groups over the years and there is no group today, present or past, that would reach the heights BTS has if any of the members sought to harm or sabotage or lord shit over the rest, with or without help from the company. None of the BTS members would put up with that shit. Their egos are too big, they’re so obviously their own people, very ambitious and so aware of it that I really wonder if people actually listen to these men when they talk. They know exactly what they’re worth, and they trust that all the other members know it too. If BigHit showed any real favouritism, BTS is the last group to allow that if it’s not something they themselves have already agreed to.
They all know what they’re doing. And if they don’t, then they’re the only people with the tools to figure it out. All the angst and anguish over this or that happening in fan spaces, has no real effect on these men sitting somewhere in Seoul planning out everything they’d like to do as solo artists and as part of BTS.
That’s my takeaway after watching them for as long as I have. I could be wrong, but I’ve not seen anything to suggest that yet. I’m not sure how long you’ve been in the fandom Anon, or what you think about other issues, but it’s nice to see you and the other Anon share this perspective. It’s a view that’s widely accepted in the fan spaces I’m in outside of Tumblr, but one that is sorely lacking in this space right now.
For no reason at all, one Jimin that I hope one day shows up in Chapter 2, 3, or 4:
Sidebar - A friend (who isn’t religious) was asking another friend recently about religion, because she’s now desperate enough to seek divine intervention for Jimin to find blonde hair dye, and to love it again.
We all know his best hair colour is black, but it’s just as true that a solid case has been made for him being a natural blonde.
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Okay, that’s it today from my gallery.
That colleague i mentioned the other day, the one that recently got into BTS and now biases Jimin, we’re meeting up this weekend with my other friend, the musician that watched the Grammys with me last year and fell in love with Jimin. That’s an example of two people still finding out about Jimin, falling in love with his music and him as a person, and starting to support him. None of the noise online actually has any real bearing on the impact of real life people still learning about Jimin through his solo music and through BTS, and becoming his fans maybe for life.
If anyone finds themselves feeling overwhelmed in fandom, please zoom out. Please take time away and get some perspective. Everything I’ve said is obvious, none of it is rocket science or gleaned from any special insight. The noise online can suck you in, to prevent that, please detach, go back to their recent and old interviews to hear what they each feel about Chapter 2 and their solo work, listen to all of what Jimin expressed during his promotions, the good and bad. You’d be left with fewer anxieties. At least, that’s the case for me.
Thanks for this, Anon.
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OK, I have to ask... do you have any headcanons - any at all - for Married!Captain x Darkiplier?
Yes, this is definitely inspired by that one piece you did a while back (and the series of pieces you'd done of them before). I know you said that the ring just *happened*, but it spawned so many brainworms for me, and I have to ask if it did for you, too. I need to know from the source himself.
Well, considering I view the Captain as some form of reincarnated or relocated DA, removed from the mirror in some way or another and ending up in a separate universe, putting Dark back into the equation like I have done was rather inevitable, being how I am. 😂😅 (Though I will confess that my using the Captain version of the viewer character in those pieces was more for the ease of allowing anyone to view it as themself, what with the identifiable gloves and not showing anything else and whatnot.)
So far as I have in terms of a timeline of events regarding these pieces, Dark first shows up sometime around when the Captain is hitting a low point in trying to fix the paradox, feelings of despair and hopelessness growing, exhaustion setting in. To the Captain - their memories of that prior life locked away at that point - it simply seemed like this bizarre yet somehow familiar stranger showed up, offering reassurances, at the best possible moment by sheer happenstance. But Dark had been watching for a while, just in case this was another of the Actor's little 'games'.
When he saw how that former DA was starting to wilt under the pressure of it all, he had to step in, despite his own worries on the possibilities of his interference having any sort of negative consequences. He found it something of a relief - as well as a disappointment - when he wasn't recognized... though the glimmer of familiarity in their eyes didn't escape his notice.
He soothed and assured the Captain, urged them back to their feet (whether literally and/or metaphorically) and then disappeared just as quickly as he had arrived, with no sign that he'd even been there at all. After a while, the Captain almost starts to think that they'd simply imagined that oddly grey man. But, as they began to bump into others that also seemed so familiar, they began to rethink that stance.
Dark appears again to give the Captain a white rose during one of the few moments of calm in the Wormhole Incident, the date the Captain had ended up in being, ironically, Valentine's Day. Despite it having been quite a long time from the Captain's side since they last saw the grey man, they still remembered that last encounter with crystal clarity... and overwhelming gratitude, for they're very certain that they wouldn't have ever made it this far without his kind words.
They could swear they almost remembered something else, though. A different appearance, a different attire, a different place, but still the same feelings of comfort and safety just being near him provided.
And then he'd handed them a white rose, the thorns clipped off, and all thoughts about that had been replaced with encompassing fluster... and the sudden, seemingly sourceless thought - brimming with certainty of its truth - that giving someone a single white rose was a means of expressing an intent to court them. Almost rapid fire afterwards came more. White symbolizing purity, young love, eternal loyalty, a lack of thorns denoting love at first sight, a single rose in full bloom proclaiming 'I love you'.
They didn't know where such thoughts were coming from, but something in the back of their mind was saying it had something to do with the man in front of them. They found it a wonder that they could even stutter out a thank you, so consuming was their fluster.
They managed to hold onto the rose for a few abrupt trips through more wormholes, but they did eventually lose it, the devastation of such more than they'd been prepared for.
Once the paradox was resolved, and everything had settled enough for the Captain to return to their cabin... they found a small vase sitting on their dresser... with a familiar, thornless white rose placed inside.
Even before the multiverse snapped back to the pre-paradox way of things, the Captain had started to remember things. Things they shouldn't be able to, for it wasn't them who had experienced them... and yet, it was. But having everything collapse in on them and Mark in the Warp Core... something about that just made all those memories more clear, dragging ever more to the surface, clicking into place like missing pieces they hadn't ever known were gone in the first place until they were finally back.
The vast majority of them were filled with a man that every ounce of their being was saying was the grey-skinned man. Damien, as he was called in their memories.
By the time they'd finally set foot on their new planet, they were starting to think they weren't going to be seeing him again. But they recalled the rose, recalled how it hadn't been 'necessary' to keep them going. If he was only trying to keep them on track to fixing the paradox, why bother with that? So, first chance they got, they took a walk off by themself, into the woods or down by the coast. They're moments away from simply speaking aloud to ask if he's coming back - hoping that he might somehow be watching - when he finally shows up.
And the first thing the Captain does is smile and call him by that old nickname they'd given him back at university.
Whether the proposal happens in this interaction or later on, not even I know because, well, it had just happened, lol. And I can see either being the case, because it's really just continuing the feelings they'd both had in their prior, stolen lives. (Whether they ever told each other or not, though I'm of the mind that they're both oblivious fucking idiots lol)
I... don't really have anything for Cap x Dark married life or anything like that. All that came to mind was this (effectively) synopsis of what led up to it. I hope that's alright. 😅 Sorry this took so long to get to, lot of shit getting in the way of me being able to properly sit down and ponder this.
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