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jjunae · 14 days

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NYC ⸺ sjy

❔ spiderman pays you a visit 〡 spiderman!jake x fmr warnings! lil implications of skinship, swearing ( LIBRARY )

‘are you upset?’

‘no, of course not. do i look upset?’ you asked, teeth grit, while you aggressively flipped through the pages of your book, hardly bothered to spare a glance towards his direction.

‘i don't know. pretty, can you look at me?’ jake pleaded, and you closed the textbook shut, eyes flitting towards the window. he was always there, in his red and blue, web-themed suit. you’d, eventually, grown a habit of leaving it open, just for him.

‘don’t call me that.’

‘i knew you were mad. i promise, i'm not hurt,’ he said, his hand reaching to pull the mask off his face. you instantly jumped off your bed, scrambling over to him, to drag him inside your room. you slammed the shutters down, before turning to face him.

‘are you stupid? i’ve told you a million times! don’t pull it off, even if you’re just out my window,’ you snapped. it was evident you were irritable.

‘sorry,’ he muttered, while he flung the cloth away.

‘don’t throw your shit around my room,’ you grumbled, while he bent over to pick up the mask off your floor, quietly mouthing a “sorry”, yet again.

you looked him up and down, your eyes scanning every inch of his body. he had a bloodied lip, and a couple of scrapes and cuts. not too much, you thought, while pulling out the first-aid box you’d kept for him.

‘sit,’ you instructed, and so he did. he knew exactly where to sit; he’d been in this room at least a million times, for this very reason.

‘i’m sorry,’ he started, causing you to furrow your brows.

‘i really am. i didn’t mean to stand you up, something was happening down at oscorp, and you know jay works there, so i-’

‘wait. you think i’m upset because you stood me up?’ you cut him off, with a tilt of your head.

‘yeah? i know you’d got us reservations, and i’m so sorry. i know it meant a lot to you, so i’ll make it up to you,’ he swore, a hint of confusion seeping into his eyes.

‘jake, i’m not upset about that. i know you have a duty to fulfill,’ you murmured, hand reaching to push back the sweaty strands of hair falling over his forehead, ‘it’s just, i’m always so worried. i know i’m being silly, but i’m scared for you. i don’t know what’s happening to you, or what you’re doing. is it so hard to tell me where you are?’ you asked, your voice slightly quivering.

‘no, i don’t like calling you. what if someone traces your number through my call records? i don’t want your safety to be compromised, but i guess that doesn't make sense, yeah? i mean, you’re always exposed to danger, because you’re close to me,’ he finished, with an awkward chuckle.

‘i chose to be with you, even though i knew about you being spiderman. it was my choice, so quit acting like a hero; like you’re responsible for me, all the damn time. i’m my own human,’ you spat, grabbing him by his cheeks, looking into his eyes.

a part of you knew, he could’ve stopped your hand if he wanted to, but he didn’t. he was trying to understand you, though it was hard for him. god, if only he knew how much you loved him.

‘okay,’ he said, slowly.

‘okay,’ you nodded, letting go of him, and you both maintained a comfortable silence, while you patched up his cuts.

‘what about my kiss?’ he complained, after a pause. it was (another) habit you had, kissing him after you were done helping him out.

‘you’ll get it. be patient, spider-boy.’

and, patient he was. sim jaeyun returned home as a happy man, with pink-colored smudges imprinted on his cheeks.

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writingsonsaturn · 1 month

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Tim's fiancee gets arrested when a cop (let's say Lucy or someone) (this is after they are rookies) arrests her because she looks like a suspect they already caught, his fiancee told them she was engaged to Tim but they didn't believe her and Tim gets mad at the officer - <3

wrong place, wrong time - tim bradford

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🪐: very sorry about how long its taken me to write, had a lot of stuff to do this week lol! this ones a little short <333

word count: 850

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Waking up with Tim being gone was normal, even after he had left the military his day continued to start at 6 am sharp. Although on weekends he would cut himself some slack to hold you until you were ready to get out of bed and begin with your various tasks you two needed to get done.

Today didn’t start off any different, waking up only a few hours after Tim had, at a ripe 8:30am.

Rubbing your eyes you flung your legs to your left, your warm feet chilling almost immediately at the cold wooden flooring of you and Tim’s shared bedroom. A shiver shot through your nerves and up your spine, you sighed lightly at the shift in temperature and made your departure to the bathroom.

The spring air seeped into the sunlit room, the fresh morning breeze filling your soul with flowers and bright colors. Music filled the house whilst you finished your morning routine making breakfast and feeding Kojo.

You started out your afternoon deciding to head to the local library, wanting to return a book you had borrowed before you were charged with a late fee.

The library wasn’t full since it was the afternoon and school was still in session, “hello! i’m here to return a book” you said in a chipper but quiet tone. The librarian smiled and took the book, checking it back into the system and sending you on your way.

Your next stop was a supermarket, you had only a handful of items that were needed. Tim had run out of coffee filters this morning and you needed more shampoo, you also opted to get a new water bowl for Kojo, not that he needed one, you just thought it was cute.

As you walked out to your car you were stopped with a taser pointed directly at your torso, “get on your knees with your hands up!” a woman yelled.

Your confused manor caused your reaction to be delayed, causing the police officer to yell once again. “Get down on the ground with your hands up, now!” you immediately get down to your knees and put your shaking hands up.

“You got the wrong person, I swear! Call Tim Bradford, he's my Fiancé!” you pleaded, the cop with the name ‘Chen’ on her shirt just scoffed and laughed you off while stuffing you in the back of her squad car.

The ride to the precinct was uncomfortable, the cuffs were digging into the skin of your wrists. “Officer please, I'm not whoever you think I am. All you have to do is call Bradford, he’ll tell you exactly what I'm telling you know” you tried to plead your case once again, but it fell on deaf ears.

“Tim doesn’t have a fiancé, he was my T.O, i think i would know a big detail like him having a girlfriend” she laughed, feeling as though it was ridiculous to even entertain your words.

As you were brought into the station to get your picture taken and be put into holding, Chen passed you onto another officer and went to tell Grey about her catch.

To Lucy’s surprise everyone had already been packing up the evidence and started paperwork, “what’s going on?” Lucy questioned, “we caught the killer, she was at her parents place shooting up when we got there” Tim explained. Lucy was confused, “so if you caught the killer, who do i have in holding?” the question hung in the air, Tim looking at her with perplexed eyes.

Lucy walked Tim over to holding and that’s where Tim saw you, “oh thank god!” you exclaimed seeing Tim. He hurried over to you taking your cuffs off and waving off the other officers. “Chen, why is my fiancé sitting here in cuffs?” Tim sternly asks, Lucy looks down, stuttering and trying to explain herself.

“Tim it’s fine, she was just doing her job” you did your best to defend Lucy, “No y/n, this is not okay, if it had been anyone else this would be a lawsuit” he turned his body at you but his tone was directed at Lucy.

“Tim i’m sorry, I didn’t know we had already caught the suspect and she looked exactly like our suspect” Lucy tried to explain, stumbling over her words.

“You are going to go to Grey and explain everything, lucky for you, y/n isn’t going to file a report against you” Tim assigned Lucy, to which she scurried away. “Are you okay? oh christ your wrists,” his questions and concerns came at you with speed.

“Tim, baby, I'm okay,” you smiled trying to calm him down. Tim held your wrists in his hands, and kissed them. He hoped his love would be enough to soothe your angry red skin, “i’m sorry, this shouldn’t have happened” he persisted.

You shut him up with a kiss, “drive me to go pick up my car” your smile made him relax. “Yes ma’am” he laughed, telling Grey where he was going, and walking out hand in hand with you, still profusely apologizing.

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nyoomiin · 1 month

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roommates: part seven.

your new roommate is... odd, and recently, so are your dreams. still, despite the secrecy, the mystery, and his ice cold exterior, you have the feeling you'd waltz right into love with him. (maybe you already have before.)

pairing. scaramouche x gn!reader

tags. no warnings, slice of life, fluff, slowburn, friends to lovers, reincarnation au, post irminsul erasure

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He wears his heart on his sleeve, you've learnt during the weeks you've spent with him — these days, he's taken to accompanying you in your shop as you sew. It's adorable, really. He’s sweet and pure, and far too innocent. Someone like him must’ve had to be godsent.

That day, he's flighty and nervous, lost in endless thought.

“What's been on your mind?” you ask, placing your embroidery down.

He fidgets with the hem of his sleeve. “I don't have a name. Some people… I hear they call me the Kabukimono.”

“Want me to yell at them for you?” you huff, wrinkling your nose. Really, did people have to call him that to his face? How rude. He turns you down hurriedly, and you only laugh. “Anyway, so what if you don't have a name? You can just give yourself one.”

“Give myself one?” he parrots, curious.

You nod eagerly. “Of course! Many of the orphaned children name themselves.”

He goes silent, and you wonder if you had said something insensitive. Maybe you shouldn't have mentioned the orphans? Maybe his childhood was a sore spot for him? Maybe —

“Oh,” he murmurs. A little smile grows on his face. “Okay.”

“Kunikuzushi.”

You tilt your head, blinking at him in confusion. Huh? He grins at you, slightly breathless and dazzingly bright. “I want to name myself Kunikuzushi.”

“What a nice name,” you say, his contagious smile leaking into a smile of your own. “Then, may I call you Kuni?”

The tips of his ears dust a faint pink. “Okay. But only if it's you.”

And that was how Kuni became a name only yours.

You awaken, disoriented, with cotton in your mind and stones on your limbs. Your sleep hasn't been any good in the recent weeks, and your dreams only got brighter, consuming, as if one day you'd fall asleep and never stop dreaming. You drag yourself out of bed, massaging your temples. Maybe you should see a doctor.

Seriously, who dreams about their roommate so damn much? You can barely remember it now, as most dreams were wont to do, but you just know it had been about him.

You huff. It was probably because he's the most interesting thing to have happened in your life so far. How would he not? He was drop-dead fucking gorgeous, and had a mysterious past. His personality could definitely do with some work, but you can tell he's not all bad inside. Now, he even spends time with you outside of the apartment. In the library, at cafes… Sometimes he ran errands with you as well. At your insistence, of course.

Well, and maybe it was because you had a bit of a crush.

Just a small one.

Yeah.

You present the finished garments you've been working on to him many weeks later.

“I worked hard on these,” you tell him seriously, narrowing your eyes at him. “So I better see you wearing them soon.”

He inspects the clothes carefully, and you can tell he is impressed. They're well made, accurately at that — and they would go well with the shawl you had made months ago. You hadn't done all that research and spent all that money on materials for nothing.

He hums, raising a brow. “Don't tell me you can't afford to hire models.”

You scowl, swatting at him. “They're for you, idiot. I'm not selling them.”

“How did you even get my measurements?” he snipes back, wrinkling his nose at you.

“I don't know, actually. I just did what felt right.” You shrug. “They should fit though. Tell me if I have to alter them for you! And I swear to god if you don't wear them —”

He huffs, rolling his eyes. “Fine, fine. Whatever.”

You cheer, and it's comical how happy you get just because of something as simple as that. You've become so simple it's almost cute. In a pitiful way. You grin, though mostly at yourself.

“Kuni, you’re the best,” you chirp.

He stiffens, brows drawn into a frown. His lips part, but before he says anything, he turns on his heel and leaves.

It's utterly baffling. What has gotten into him now?

You watch his retreating figure disappear into the market, repeating the nickname in your mind. Kuni. Your dream-self had come up with it, and honestly, there was no way in hell you weren't going to use it. It was an adorable nickname, if you did say so yourself.

(“There might have been a leak in the Irminsul on the day you regained your memories,” Nahida speculates thoughtfully. “Although it shouldn't be possible for anyone to remember you at all.”

No fucking shit. “They said they learnt of the Kabukimono through a dream.”

If it were so impossible, then why was all of this happening? Why have you not changed a bit? Why — why were you calling him Kuni?

“Fix it,” he demands. Either you got back your memories or got rid of them all — he didn't care for which. Anything to get you out of this hellish limbo, of remembering and yet not. “I erased the world's and you returned to me mine. Fixing theirs will be simple, no?”

Nahida says nothing, and he growls, turning away from her lest he strikes something out of frustration. “How is it that out of all the people in this godforsaken world — it is them?”

You, who remembered. You who returned, in this twisted, roundabout way.

She catches on to his question easily. Softly, she hums.

“Perhaps, it's only because they wanted to.”)

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godlygreta · 4 months

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god is fair | j. t. kiszka

title | god is fair

word count | 7.7k

warnings | swearing, mentions of alcohol - nothing too terrible... yet ;)

author's note | i've had this in the chamber for some time now, i just lost the inspo to write, which is why i haven't in a long time. this isn't a promise that i'll post more fics as they come to me, seeing as i'm a senior in college who has a fuck ton of other things to do. there will be a part 2 to this fic, but i couldn't tell you when it's coming :)

also, very much so listening to god is fair, sexy nasty by mac miller while writing this & starting the next part, so take that as you will ;)

unedited as hell so pls excuse any mistakes !

You always had this rivalry since the beginning of freshman year. This guy, Jake, would never show up to any of the classes the two of you had together, but always got the highest grades on every single goddamn exam that your Intro to Bio professor gave out. It infuriated you.

You figured that in the spring semester, you would be freed from the disappearing boy, but you weren’t. While the teacher called roll, everyone shouted out here. She landed upon his name, calling out to the class and looking through the rows of students. He had been there for orientation, sitting in one of the middle rows, slouched in his seat.

You planned to confront him the next day you had class together, on Wednesday, but Jake was nowhere to be found. Your roommate and your friends had heard your exhaustive theories as to why he was never in class. “Babe, you sound insane. Just let it go.”

But you couldn’t.

Competition lived deep within your roots, having an entire competition with the second top student in your graduating class in high school. Though the rage held between each other was never taken far outside of the academic realm, the two of you never thought to be friends and encourage one another. Thankfully, the two of you resolved the competition when the two of you realized you would be going into two very separate fields of study in college.

Camren, who knew she was going to be a chemist from the time she first learned about chemistry, had told you she loved the competition – made it fun and kept things interesting. And there you were, going to school for Pre-Med with the same feeling. The two of you kept in contact, updating each other on the strive for greatness in college as well.

You kept a close relationship with a lot of your teachers, making sure to get on their good side before classes had really begun. You emailed most of them, especially your Anatomy and Physiology professor, Dr. Sahnya Heinz.

She was incredibly skilled in her field, leaving the active medical field to teach the new and future minds of medicine. It was a cliche line she delivered on the first day, but it encouraged that familiar competitive fire that dwelled within you.

You don’t quite remember how you came to figure out that Jake was ahead of you, but you had found out somehow from your professor, although it was an accident.

It made everything in you burn with anger and frustration. Anytime someone mentioned him, or mentioned the fact that you were second, you clenched your jaw and your teeth gritted together. Your friends had an inside joke that you were only mad because you had a huge crush on him.

“I barely even know what he looks like, Mel! I fucking hate the guy. Don’t start shit.” You’d plead, beer can in your hand in the lounge of some fraternity floor.

Over the next few semesters, you kept trying your hardest, spending most of your free time in the library, reading everything that you could to prepare for every exam. You wrote papers early, having them done at least three weeks in advance. As soon as you would be told about a new one, you’d immediately start finding sources.

You sauntered around campus, thinking that you would be way ahead of him. He still never showed up to any classes, aside from orientation and exam periods. You’d stare at him for a few moments while the teacher passed out the exam, looking over his face as much as you could.

His long hair would obscure your vision on occasion, making it hard to catch any of his features at all. From what you could see though, he had nice, full lips. His nose was something you could have stared at the entire exam period.

You watched him as he licked his lips, whispering a thank you to Heinz before grabbing his pencil from his desk and getting to work. You looked away from him as soon as Heinz put your exam on your desk, offering her a small smile and a quick thank you before getting to work.

It was almost spring break, meaning some of your assignments had been slowing, some of them had been increasing. A group of your friends from different majors told you about one of the lounge parties a fraternity on campus was throwing. “Sigma Tau has the worst lounge parties, Tamia. You know this.”

“They’re joining forces with the Delta’s though, so it’ll be better than normal! You have to come, you’ve always got your nose in a book. You haven’t drank with us in so long, I forget what you’re like when you’re drunk.”

“I don’t know… I need to work on this Midterm paper I have in Kainz’s class, it’s due next week.”

“Babe, it’s been done for weeks! You just keep editing it trying to find mistakes and there are none! I’ve literally read it five times. Please, go out with us, just tonight?”

You looked between Tamia and Mel, knowing in the end you would give into them anyways. “Ugh, fine! Tonight, and tonight only, just this once. If I don’t like it, though, I’m leaving and going to bed early.”

“You’ll have so much fun, I swear!” Mel and Tamia looked between each other, sharing expressions of excitement and happiness on their faces. You rolled your eyes, standing up from your chair.

You let them raid your closet, trying to throw something together quickly. Most of the time, Tamia and Mel never obeyed the dress code for the lounge parties, hating the idea of giving into the male gaze of the fraternity brothers. Tonight, however, was a bit different. The theme was Western, meaning it was cowboy hats and very tiny shorts.

You looked over the outfit that laid out in front of you, straw cowboy hat that Tamia had bought from Amazon (one for each of you), a pair of short shorts that may or may not show your ass a bit, and a red bandana top that Mel let you borrow last semester that you forgot to return. “I don’t know about this. I don’t even have the right shoes.”

“You forget we wear the same size, bitch, you’re going. No backing out.” They joked, tossing you a pair of white boots. “Just put that shit on while we heat up the curling iron, okay?”

“Fine, fine, okay.” You peel off your shirt, throwing on the one they picked out. Next to go were your pajama pants, which were replaced by the shorts. You kept the same socks on, knowing that nobody would see them anyways with the boots going up to the middle of your calf muscle. “I look fucking ridiculous.”

“You look fucking hot, now sit down while we do your hair and makeup,” Mel spoke, pulling out your desk chair while Tamia smiled wickedly with the curling wand in hand. You were nervous, looking at the both of them, but the good kind that settled under your skin and was left hidden behind the smallest smile.

You talked about upcoming exams with them while they did your hair and makeup, much to their dismay. They attempted to fill you in on the various drama situations going on around campus while you had been heavily plugged into your textbooks. You gasped often, finding shock and awe in some of the things they had been telling you about classmates.

They spoke about Jake, letting it slip that he had been planning on attending the party, joined at the hip with one of the girls he had been rumored to have been dating. One of the many. “Ugh, he just sounds like a douche. Gives me even more reason to hate him.”

“We’re not feeding into your delusion that he’s some douchebag. Dropping it.” Tamia spoke, putting her hands up in a surrender. Mel laughed, pulling away from you with an eyeliner pen in hand. “Maybe we’ll get you drunk enough to admit you like him.”

“I don’t like him, and I thought we were dropping the topic.” You looked at Tamia in the mirror, watching her face deadpan as she looked back at you.

“I have something hot in my hands, don’t be rude to me.” The three of you laughed, getting back into the rhythm of getting ready. You let them do their thing to you, curling the last bit of your hair and putting the finishing touches of highlighter on your brow bone.

You looked at yourself in the mirror, marveling at the job they did. You thanked them for getting you all dolled up, watching them change into their outfits. It was mostly just them taking off the sweats they were wearing, throwing them over the back of your desk chair. You took a few pictures with them in your mirror before finally deciding to head out.

The party had started a half an hour ago, walking into the party late like most people did. The three of you got in easily with matching the dress code, immediately looking for the drinks table. The boys in charge handed the three of you a free shot of anything you wanted. Mel chose for you, starting the night out roughly with a shot of Svedka.

You grabbed a Sprite from one of the boys in one hand, the shot of Svedka in the other. The three of you tapped your glasses together before downing the shot. The alcohol burned as it slipped down your throat, trying to soothe it with the taste and coolness of the Sprite. You shook a bit, throwing the cup away in a nearby trash can.

“That was fucking gross, I hate you so much for choosing Svedka.”

“I could’ve chosen something even more nasty, like Jack.” Mel laughed, leading the three of you over to a section in the lounge where you could stand a decent enough distance away from one another, instead of being piled on top of one another.

“I would have rather taken a shot of Jack, Mel.” You spoke, sipping more of your Sprite. Tamia pointed out a few of the people they had talked about earlier, letting you put names to faces.

In the midst, two of the Sigma brothers decided to start a dance battle, capturing the attention of those around them. Everyone joined in, gathering around the two guys. Mel and Tamia joined too, but you had slipped out of their grasp by telling them you had to use the bathroom.

You were happy to escape the party, sneaking out with a bottle of Smirnoff the boys had left unattended. You walked outside, taking a deep breath in. You were thankful to be met with the smell of fresh air, not smelling sweat and booze everywhere. Your peace and tranquility was ruined by someone’s voice, “Well, don’t you look adorable.”

Your head snapped towards the voice, seeing Jake sitting up against the bike rack with a cigarette between his fingers. “Shut up.”

“What? I can’t compliment you?”

“No,” you started, crossing your arms with the bottle still in your hand. “No, you can’t.”

“Why’s that?”

“Because I hate you.” Jake looked at you, up and down, taking a drag of his cigarette. You screwed off the cap of the bottle, taking a pull. You tried your hardest to not make a face, looking away slightly when the familiar sting settled in your throat.

“Why do you hate me? I’ve never spoken to you before.”

“Do I have to have a reason?” You asked, walking closer to him.

“Suppose not. But if I knew why you hated me,” he tossed his cigarette butt on the ground, stomping on it with his boot. “Then maybe I could find a way to make you not hate me.”

“Unless you flunk your next exam, I guarantee that won’t happen.”

“Oh, I get it.” He chuckled, standing up from the bike rack he was leaning against. He grabbed his cigarette butt up from the ground, tossing it into the nearest garbage can. He turned towards you, staring at you with his brown eyes. “You’re just mad because I’m smarter than you.”

“You’re never in class. You shouldn’t be ahead of me.” You glared at him, lips moving into a frown.

“Just because I’m never there doesn’t mean I’m not getting the information. I work five, sometimes six days a week. We only have class three days a week. Typically, I gotta work those days. Heinz sends me the powerpoints and the assignment notes so I never miss anything.”

“Oh yeah? Where do you even work then?” You asked.

He chuckled, fingers brushing yours that were wrapped around the bottle. “Now if I told you that, it would ruin all the fun,” he looked you up and down once more, licking his lips slightly. “Well, maybe I’ll see you and your bottle inside.”

You waited til the doors closed behind him to roll your eyes, and huff outwardly. You took the bottle of Smirnoff, turned on your heels and walked towards your dorm hall. You hated Jake. You really hated Jake.

—

Your midterms came and went. The stress decreased slightly, but only to be raised again as the end of the semester loomed around. Assignments started piling up, various papers and presentations due all around the same week. Since the end of Spring Break, you had been holed up in your room, left to your mountains of homework.

Your Microbio class had a presentation due that coincided with the research project you had been working on all semester long. Human Anatomy and Physiology (or affectionately known as BIO 312) had a major cumulative exam on the entire semester, which stressed you out more than any other homework assignment or exam you had.

Thankfully, your school held an all day event that attempted to boost the morale of the students on campus. Filled with a bunch of free things, you took advantage of everything offered.

Lined up on tables were various student organizations set up, with their own little games and prizes. A few of them had speakers that played the music they wanted to listen to, all speakers attempting to outman the other. However, the one that ended up winning was a tie dye station located in the lawn, handing out free t-shirts to dye.

One of the guys at the tie dye station had a wide smile on his face while his hands were dripping with dye. Setting your prizes down at a table where Tamia and Mel had put their things, you walked over to him. He welcomed you over with a smile, “Hey! Lookin’ to tie dye?”

“Yeah, I’m a medium.” You smiled at him, blocking the sun with your hand. He called over to Benny, asking him to pull a medium out for you. Benny handed you the shirt with a smile. “I’ve never dyed anything before.”

“Never?! That’s a crime against mankind, darlin’, let’s get this shirt dyed.” He spoke, talking you over the colors in each of the buckets. He explained to you some basic color theory, although you had remembered that from your high school painting class, you didn’t stop him; he was pretty when he spoke.

The curls on his head stuck out from the shaved sides, the gold of his earrings stood out underneath the blistering April sun. He licked his lips often, using the back of his hand to wipe sweat from his forehead. He helped you pick out the style you wanted, making sure the rubber bands were placed exactly where you wanted them. “I’ll dip them in the bucket for you so you don’t get your hands dirty.”

“Thank you. I could’ve managed on my own, but I definitely appreciate it.”

“Of course. What’s your name?” You offer up to him, before he lets out a chuckle. You question him with a pull of your eyebrows. “Jake talks about you.”

“You know Jake?”

“Yeah, he’s my twin.” As soon as the word left his mouth, you could see the resemblance; you almost scolded yourself for not realizing it sooner. They were similar, especially in their features and their eyes, although the two of them had very distinct color differences. Josh, as he told you after dropping the bomb on you, had warmer eyes, filled with caramel colored hues of brown in relation to Jake’s colder tones; his eyes were a darker shade of brown, with the occasional gleam of flirtation laced within the reflection.

He spoke quite differently from Jake, mostly just with the sound of his voice. It matched their eyes, their personalities. Josh’s bright, bubbly stature followed in his voice, almost theatrical as he spoke. “I guess that makes sense, you two do kind of look alike. Minus the hair, of course.”

“Well, of course. Mine’s better,” you liked that about him - how kind his tone was. You attempted to grill him about what Jake was saying about you, curiosity flowing violently through your bloodstream as if it lit your body on fire. “He just says that you’re second in the Bio class you have with him, and that it makes you mad.”

“It does, Jake’s never there. I’ve seen him three times, and two of those times were for exams.” Josh wrung out the part that had been soaking in the dye for a bit, watching the water fall back into the bucket.

“Yeah, it’s cause he’s working all the time, if I’m honest. Jake stays home during the week to work at the nursing home in our hometown. We don’t really have a large CNA population, most of the people who work there are highschool kids, so Jake’s really been their guy. Especially since high school, as soon as he graduated he moved to full time. All the old ladies love him.” He snorts, dipping your shirt into the blue dye.

“I didn’t know that.” You thought he was lying about where he was, which is why guilt started to eat away at you. You felt terrible for making assumptions, but you couldn’t take any of that back now.

“Jake doesn’t talk to a lot of people, but we love him anyway.” You chewed at your bottom lip, rethinking your opinion of Jake. “You goin’ to the concert later tonight?”

“Hadn’t decided. Mel and Tamia want to, so I’ll probably end up going. Are you?”

“Yeah, I think I’ll probably go.”

“Do you know who’s playing?”

“Some local band I think? I’ve heard a lot of the girls think the frontman’s pretty handsome.” He spoke with a smirk. You promised him you’d go, just to see if the girls had been right. He handed you your t-shirt to hold while he grabbed you a plastic bag. He also handed you a piece of paper with instructions on how to take care of your new tie dye.

“Make sure when you wash it, you wash it by itself. Otherwise, you’ll dye all of your other clothes and believe me, you don’t want that,” he chuckled, as if he was speaking from experience.

You thanked him with a warm smile, waving to him before returning to your room. As soon as you got back, you opened your window, allowing the air flow to travel inside. It kept you cool, allowing you to walk around comfortably with a t-shirt and shorts on. You put your plastic bag in the closet of your room, writing on your white board to remember to take it out and wash it tomorrow.

You texted Mel and Tamia, knowing that Mel would probably have some smart comeback about why you want to go to the concert. It wasn’t that you didn’t join them on nights out, you just had a lot riding on your academic success. Not only because you were the first one in your family to go to college, but also because of your mass of scholarships that only continued to flow if your GPA was at a suitable level. Anything below a 3.2, and you would lose almost all of them.

To: The 3 Dumb Sluts

Are we going to the concert tonight?

From: The 3 Dumb Sluts - Mel

Are you offering to come with us without us needing to beg and plead for you to join?

To: The 3 Dumb Sluts

Don’t make me take it back, Mel

From: The 3 Dumb Sluts - Tamia

We’re absolutely going. Come to mine whenever you want to get ready :)

To: The 3 Dumb Sluts

The doors open at 8 right? I’ll be over about 5:30-6ish. Gotta finish up this paper for Heinz real quick

You locked your phone before they could scold you for doing homework on a day that was designated for relaxation and recuperation. You pulled out your Anat and Physio binder, pulling out the sources you printed off in the library. You ran through the last one with a blue highlighter between your teeth.

You set an alarm on your phone for five o’clock, saving enough time for you to shower. You were about halfway through the last page when your timer went off. You silenced it, attempting to hurriedly finish highlighting the page. The article was placed onto your desk, highlighter returned to the cup on your desk filled with various writing utensils.

You pulled out your shower caddy, putting it on top of your dresser before pulling out your robe. You laid it over the edge of your bed, removing all of your clothes. You threw them into your hamper and put on your robe. You slipped on your slides, grabbed your caddy and traveled to the bathroom.

Underneath the uneven streams from the showerhead, you thought about Jake.

Maybe your first impressions of him were wrong. When Josh told you about the nursing home back in their hometown, you felt instantaneously bad for assuming that he just never showed up. You knew from what Jake had told you, that he had work, but you figured that was just an excuse.

You bit at the skin of your lips, hands on your shoulders as you soaked the warmth of the water in. You were pulled out of your thoughts very quickly as someone flushed the toilet, making the water fade in from super hot to super fucking cold. You hated the school’s water system.

You finished your shower quickly, drying off with the towel slightly before putting your robe on and throwing your hair up into your towel. You walked back into your room, locking it behind you. You set your caddy back where it originally was.

You threw on a pair of jean shorts that hadn’t seen the light of day since early October, pairing it with a long sleeve shirt that you had gotten back in high school for Christmas. It was plain, brown, but hugged your body well. The sweatshirt debate lasted a few seconds before you remembered how hot it was going to be outside. A record temperature for mid-April, almost 80 degrees outside.

When you checked your phone getting back from the shower, it was just barely five thirty. You texted the groupchat again, asking if it would be cool to come over a half an hour earlier than you had originally said. You knew it was a dumb question, you would always be welcome in their room. You chuckled at Mel’s response of, “Are you fucking dumb? Of course you can come over. Bring wine if you have any left! No carry-in’s allowed at the concert.”

You put your phone down for a second and slipped on a pair of shoes that were comfortable enough for you to stand in for a long time. They used to be white, but had gotten progressively dirty from the years of use. You shoved your phone in your back pocket and slid a few different bottles of wine into your backpack, separated by extra clothing so the bottles didn’t clink together.

You walked down the stairs, out the door and over to the other dorm building across the walkway. You scanned your keycard to get into the building, walking through the hallways waving to the RA on duty, McKenna. She had been in a few of your classes and was always incredibly nice.

Her room this year was actually a few down from where you were living. McKenna was a great RA, knowing exactly how to handle the rowdiness of the floor while still keeping the resident’s respect. She didn’t bother them unless she needed to, and they didn’t bother her unless needed. She kept it underwraps about the underage drinking that would inevitably happen, mostly by telling the floor they could do what they want, as long as they were quiet by quiet hours (which was around ten thirty on the weekdays, and one in the morning on the weekends).

You took the elevator to the second floor of East Sunderland, getting off as soon as the doors opened. The booths that had previously been up had begun to dissipate, bringing the plastic tables back into the buildings they belonged in. You took a last glance at the people cleaning before heading into Mel and Tamia’s dorm building.

You knocked on the door, coming as soon as you announced yourself to Mel and Tamia. The girls laughed as you walked in, looking at a picture of Mel from when they were a kid. The two of them showed it to you as you settled your bag onto Mel’s chair in the corner of their room. “Your buck teeth! Oh my God, you were adorable, Mel.”

“Oh shut up, I bet you didn’t look any better.” Mel spoke to Tamia, making the three of you laugh. “Anyways, what wine did you bring?”

“The Barefoot we didn’t finish the other weekend, and then I still had some Rose, so I brought those over too. I wasn’t sure what we were feeling.” Tamia pulled some glasses from her shelves, passing them out to the two of you. You filled their glasses with the Rose you brought.

The three of you talked specifics on the plans for tonight, hitting up another fraternity party as soon as the concert ended. There were two separate ones going on at the same time, so the two of you weighed your options over which one to go to. “The Sigs are throwing one, but I’d rather die. Delta’s throwing one, too, we’ll go to theirs instead. And maybe see if anyone’s at the Sig party that we like and stop there before heading back to the dorms.”

You walked down with them to the Athletic Department, hoping to have gotten there early enough to get a good spot. As soon as the doors opened, you were filtered through the doors, making sure that you were students with the college. The three of you half ran to the barricade, settling yourselves against it on the right side, although still somewhat in the middle.

The show wouldn’t start for quite some time yet, the three of you talked amongst yourselves about upcoming finals, what you had to do for various classes. You also found a few people around you to chat to while you waited, hearing laughter roaring through various parts of the crowd.

A few students from the Admissions Office had taken the stage, playing a random playlist of music that matched what the band was going to be playing. Rock thundered through the speakers, filling audience members with anticipation. Rochel addressed the student body, “Hello everyone!” welcomed by the sounds of cheers and screaming.

“We’ve got about fifteen minutes before the band comes on stage, so help us warm them up to the stage!” Everyone clapped, although some of the girls around you looked unenthused as they stared down at their phones. You checked yours for any text messages from any family members. You had nothing, so you put it back in your pocket.

Around four songs played before Rochel turned the microphone on again. Everyone shouted before she talked. “Well, it’s that time! Please, give a warm welcome to Greta Van Fleet!”

Rochel and the two other students walked off the stage, passing by what you had assumed to be one of the band members. He sat behind the drums, smiling and waving off into the crowd. You cheered for him along with Tamia and Mel, cheering just as loud when their bassist walked onto the stage. Both of their hair was longer, goofy smiles on their faces as they got situated with their instruments.

Your mouth hung open as you watched the last two boys walk on stage, seeing the twins. Jake’s eyes scanned the crowd as he slung his guitar over his shoulder. He found you after a moment, sending a smirk your way. You closed your mouth, glaring at him. Mel laughed at you, noticing your demeanor shift. “How we doin’ tonight everyone?”

Everyone cheered. “A lot of you might know me and Jake, seen us on campus and stuff. It’s wonderful to see all of you here, coming to support us as we celebrate the onslaught of spring! It’s been a particularly warm one today, so make sure to drink water! There’s plenty to go around.”

Jake started them off, pick between his fingers as he strummed the beginning chords to one of their songs. Some of the girls had begun to scream, shouting at Jake’s response to Josh’s little speech before he began playing. His signature smirk formed, watching the girls go crazy, eyes scanning the crowd before he found you again.

As Jake continued to play, he looked over to you any time he could. It was hard to tear your eyes away from him, enthralled by the way he looked on stage. You tried your hardest, truly, to look at any of the other boys on the stage aside from Jake but you just couldn’t. He fit the stage just right, bringing the attention away from Josh and demanding to be seen by the entirety of the crowd. He belonged up there.

Jake went to the center of the stage during his solo. Josh lingered around the drummer, keeping to himself, drinking whatever was in his cup. They kept on playing as Jake took the spotlight, everyone cheering and screaming for him. You kept silent, wanting to hear him play. His fingers worked against the frets of the guitar, not before sliding down and up it quickly.

You tried to hide the awe you were in, but your friends knew. They saw it written all over your face. The frustration and annoyance you felt when you first spotted Jake on stage dissipated the second his guitar solo began. You swallowed thickly, watching as his attention turned from his guitar to you, pointing it in your direction. Your cheeks flushed, and your thighs pressed together.

This was going to be a long night.

The second the concert was over, Josh thanked everyone for coming. His smile was wide as he waved goodbye to everyone, walking off next to Jake who had his guitar by the neck before he passed it off to one of the stage hands. Josh put his hands on his shoulders as they walked off stage.

You stuck around mostly waiting for the crowd to die down before trying to leave the building. Mel and Tamia talked about the show, saying that it was fucking dope, commenting on how excellent Jake’s playing was. You didn’t speak about Jake’s playing, mostly praising Josh for his spectacular performance. “I never expected that voice to come out of him, how heavenly.”

“Talking about me?” Jake cuts through your conversation, walking over to you with Josh not far behind. You roll your eyes. Tamia and Mel congratulate him on such an amazing performance, gushing about how sweet his guitar looks. “Why thank you, ladies.”

“Mel! I didn’t think you were going to be able to come.” He gushed, wiping his hands on the sides of his khaki shorts he had changed into.

“Yeah, well, Miss Quiet over here wanted to see her archnemesis, didn’t you?”

“I-I–” You turned your head slightly towards Jake, who had an amused smirk written all over his face. “I did not, Mellie, stop lying.”

“By the redness of your cheeks, sweetheart, I’d say she was telling the truth.” You had barely noticed that Mel, Tamia and Josh had slipped away from the two of you, leaving you alone.

“I didn’t even know you were playing.” You admitted shyly, hiding underneath a guise of innocence.

“Even if you did, you looked pretty hot and bothered by my playing.” You held the back of your arms, trying hard to maintain eye contact with him. You looked into his eyes, they were staring straight at you.

“Yeah, sure. I actually came because Josh said he was going. He neglected to mention that he was going to be singing,” you looked at Josh who wore a smile that read ‘guilty as charged’ before patting you on the shoulder.

“Hey, you didn’t ask. You just asked if I was going.” You rolled your eyes and chuckled slightly. “Anyways, Sam and Danny are gonna spend the night in my room, so I’ll have to find somewhere else to be tonight. Are you guys going to either of the frat parties tonight?”

“We’re going to the Delta party. The Sigs’ reputation is not the best, and I don’t feel like seeing whether or not it’s right.”

“That is completely understandable. I shall see you ladies there then. You coming, Jake? We still have a lot to put away.”

“Yeah, in a second,” he turned towards Josh who had begun to walk away, waving him off before turning back to the three of you. “I hope you guys enjoyed the show, maybe I’ll catch up with you at the party.”

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

“Yeah, actually, I would.” He smiled at you before joining the other boys cleaning up their amps and cords.

“Jesus Christ, the two of you just need to fuck or something. I don’t think I can handle another interaction like that,” Mel joked, making a gagging face when she finishes her sentence. You pushed at her arm, turning around and walking out of the gym.

Tamia and Mel giggled profusely about your and Jake’s rivalry. The two even started making bets on when the two of you would finally ‘get it on’, as Tamia put it. You just rolled your eyes at the conversation, changing the subject to something different.

—

The party, though filled with lots of fun and drinking, was a bust. While Josh had shown up with his younger brother and his brother’s friend, as you learned, in tow, Jake was nowhere to be found. You thought to ask Josh why he wasn’t there, but he was too busy dancing with Micah. Through the grapevine, you learned that Micah and Josh had been together since high school.

You stayed around the party for almost two hours before you wanted to go back. A small part of you had wished Jake had actually come. You wondered if maybe the two of you would get along if you put your competitive nature aside. You tried not to dwell on thoughts of Jake’s absence for too long, wanting to enjoy the rest of the night with your girls. But when you had enough of the party, you shouted in Mel’s ear to let her know you wanted to leave.

Mel and Tamia had made sure you got back alright about two hours into the party. Your legs were tired and your feet had begun to hurt. The two of them stumbled with you back to the door of your building, making sure you were inside before leaving to go back. They almost came in with you, until you insisted otherwise.

Laying on your bed with your head pointed towards the ceiling you started thinking about Jake again. What was his reason for not being at the party? Did he just make those comments beforehand just to rile you up? It seemed like the only valid reason your impaired mind could come up with.

You grabbed your phone, almost dropping it on the floor. You sluggishly opened Instagram, and searched for Jake’s profile. You scrolled through, looking at the few photos he did have on his page. Most of the pictures he had were of his guitar, or places he’s traveled. You were sent into a panic when you realized you had accidentally liked an older picture of Jake’s, one from freshman year of college. Hurriedly, you unliked it and immediately locked your phone.

That had been a few days ago.

Now it was Wednesday and your first final exam was here. It was for the class you shared with Jake, BIO 312. It wasn’t exactly final exam time, but Professor Heinz was going to be away at a conference for a week starting Friday. You didn’t mind, though, since it spaced out your other finals enough to have a decent amount of time to study for them.

You sat at your desk, looking over your notecards one last time before the exam began. A frequent look around the room and you noticed Jake walking in, going to a random seat a couple rows in front of you. He set his bag down next to him, before bending down to grab his laptop. He noticed you watching him and sent a wink your way.

You looked away as you tried to hide the rush of rosy skin that fanned over your cheeks and heated up your ears. You tried to ignore him again until at least when the test started, embarrassed that you got caught looking at him. Your phone pinged and you pulled it out of your bag to look at it, as well as turn it on silent.

jacobtkiszka wants to send you a message.

You swallowed and hit the notification taking you straight to the message.

“Person who turns their test in last pays for coffee?”

Your lips curved into a small smile, feeling your fingers type the first thing that comes to your head.

“Hope you brought your wallet with you, Kiszka.”

You put your phone on Do Not Disturb and shoved it back into your bag. The professor walked through the door, setting her things down on the desk in the front of the room. Her coffee mug still had steam coming from it, freshly poured. A quick look of her watch after getting settled and it was time to start the exam. “Okay, everyone. It’s time for class. Take out your laptops and begin your exam. You may leave when you have finished. Thank you for a great semester, and good luck.”

The questions on the exam were all ones that you knew and had studied for for weeks. It was strenuous, trying to remember everything on the cumulative exam. You had hoped it would go quickly and you would answer them faster than Jake could. Occasionally, you turned to look at Jake, seeing if maybe he was trying to look at you too.

With one question left of your exam, you click the answer and press submit after a minute of debate. You had a bad habit of second guessing yourself occasionally; it was actually the bane of your testing experiences. You hated when you felt confident about an answer, until you really sat with the other possible answers it could be.

You put your laptop back into your bag, zipped it up and noticed that Jake had already left. You cursed to yourself, knowing that now you had to buy Jake a coffee. You waved goodbye to your professor with a smile and walked out the doors. Jake sat outside of the classroom at one of the tables they had throughout the building. “Whatcha reading?”

“Josh recommended it to me, but I’m going to be honest, I fucking hate this book.” He laughed, shoving it into his bag. “You know any good coffee shops around here? I’m kind of tired of Starbucks.”

“I just so happen to know the best coffee shop in town, but it is a bit of a walk, if you don’t mind that?” You asked, walking through the door that Jake was holding before muttering a thank you to him.

“I could also drive, if you’re okay with that.”

“I’m more than okay with that,” you chuckle, letting him know that your dorm building had enough stairs; any chance you could get to use an elevator, or get driven somewhere, you would take that opportunity in a heartbeat.

The drive was short in comparison to the twenty minute walk it would have taken to get to the shop. Jake tried to offer the radio to you, but you let him play what he wanted to listen to. You didn’t know exactly who was playing, but the blues music that played through the speakers was a breath of fresh air.

Your typical shuffle had a plethora of music from differing genres, whether that be rap or old country. You hadn’t known much when it came to blues music, especially the difference between good blues music and bad. Eventually, you got the courage to ask who was playing and Jake answered, letting you know that the song was by Buddy Guy. “It’s called She Suits Me To A T. I tried for weeks to learn this song when I first started playing music more seriously.”

“This is the coffee shop, at the next corner.” You watched his hand as he made a right turn, noticing him steering with just the palm of his hand. Letting the leather steering wheel glide back to its original position in his hand, elbow propped on the door with the window rolled down.

It’s all you thought about on your way into the coffee shop, completely relying on autopilot. Your responses to Jake were almost textbook, one word sentences that could continue the conversation without much effort. “What’re you thinking of getting?”

“Oh, um, I’m not sure. I usually have them surprise me,” you admit, shoving your hands into your jacket. “Sometimes it’s good, sometimes it’s not. That’s the gamble you take.”

“I like that a lot, actually. I think I’ll have them surprise me too, if you don’t mind.”

“No, not at all.” You smiled at Jake before he went to order for the two of you. You found a place to sit in the meantime, offering a spot towards the windows so you could watch people come and go, each on their own paths of life.

By the time Jake sat down, both of the coffees were in his hand. After a few questions, Jake set the iced drink down in front of you, and the hot drink in front of himself. “Yours is an iced chai, with brown sugar syrup and vanilla. Mine is some sort of tea, I wasn’t really paying attention to what she was saying. I just wanted to remember what she put in yours in case you liked it.”

“Oh,” you spoke, bringing the cup towards you. “Thank you, that’s really sweet. Do you like your drink?”

“You know, it’s really not bad. I wouldn’t have gotten it otherwise, but it’s really not bad.”

“You hate it.”

“I hate it. It’s not good.” The two of you chuckled before you offered him a sip of your drink. “Mhmm,” he moaned. “That’s good, oh my God.”

The two of you continued small talk, whether it was over the classes you had previously taken, memories of parties from past years – anything. You shared previous high school experiences, mostly about the ridiculous things that were considered parties in your teenage years.

Conversation with Jake was surprisingly a lot easier than you thought it would be. Especially since you’ve hated him pretty much your entire college career. You figured he’d be stuck up, aware of his academic achievements and ready to flaunt them in front of anyone who’d listen.

He was the opposite. His sentences were wrapped with kindness, and the reflection in his voice seemed nothing but positive. His voice was like silk, he could’ve talked you into damn near anything as long as his voice sounded like that. It hurt when the conversation slowed, spending a few moments to take in the scene around you two, as well as finally being able to drink more of your drink (which was very delicious, it was almost like crack).

“How long have you been playing guitar?” You asked after the silence became almost uncomfortable to sit with.

“Oh jeez. I’ve been playing since I was… like three? Yeah, three.” You stared at him with eyes slightly wide, mouth agape. “What?”

“N-Nothing, that’s just a really long time. You’re what, 21 now?” He clarified that he was only twenty, his birthday roughly a week away. You poked fun at him, mentioning how you were older, even if it was by less than a year.

“Josh is throwing us a birthday party, if you want to come. Since it’ll be our 21st, we’re having it at our parents cabin on Lake Michigan. You’re welcome to bring Mel and Tamia if you’d like. Sam and Danny are going to be there, even though they’re underage, but we’re gonna pretend like they’re older.” Jake spoke with one last sip of his drink, letting the empty cup echo on the table as he set it down.

“I will let Mel and Mia know. I can’t make any sure decisions without talking to them first, but I’m pretty damn sure that they’ll say they would love to go.”

“Yeah, I don’t think they’ll say no either. They seem pretty adamant that you have a little crush on me or something,” he said, putting your cups inside of a bus tub to be picked up and washed.

“I don’t have a crush on you,” you laughed, walking out of the coffee shop with Jake. “I actually hate you, remember?”

“You may say that you hate me, but you’re not really good at showing it.”

#jake kiszka fanfic #jake kiszka fanfiction #godlygretawrites #godlygreta #pretty boy #jake kiszka x reader #jake kiszka x y/n

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joyful-soul-collector · 1 year

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ooh what's lockwood and co about should i watch it?

WAS WAITING FOR SOMEONE TO ASK THIS HERE WE FUCKIN GO BROS

So Lockwood & Co is a netflix series based on a book series of the same name. Essentially it's about ghosts and ghost hunters, but with a twist: It's set in our time, but not our time as we know it.

Basically, around the 1970s, ghosts just like. Appeared. For no reason we've been able to figure out. People would die, and their malevolent ghost would come back, especially if they died in a particularly traumatic way. They called this The Problem. The thing about these ghosts, is that if they touch you, you die, and if you make eye contact with one for too long, you become Ghost-Locked, which basically send you into a coma. We're not sure what Ghost-Locked victims see in this coma but they always look horrified so we can assume it's not great. There seem to be 3 types of ghosts: Type Ones are what you normally picture for a ghost, Type Twos can make illusions and are more powerful, and Type Threes are incredibly rare and they can talk and communicate with certain people.

Then there are the ghost hunters. Now ghost hunters are always children, usually teens, because as you grow older you lose your Talent, your ability to sense ghosts/death. There are 3 types of Talents: Seeing, Hearing, Touching.

Another thing about this world is that there's no Internet. You can see in the theme song piles of old broken computers, and I'm not sure it's explained yet WHY the internet was never invented, but we assume it's because of The Problem somehow. But this means that the newspaper and news on tv is mainly how information gets around, and any research done has to come from a library and books.

So basically in this world there are companies that pay teens to hunt for ghosts and get rid of them. The companies are usually run by adults though, so it's fraught with awful shit, they often treat these kids like they're just tools and not like they're actual people. Often the kids don't actually get paid themselves, because their parents can control where their money gets paid to, so parents will send of their kids to ghost war and rake in the money safe at home. Capitalism god ahold of The Problem and figured out how to make hella money of of it, so a lot of these companies that are supposed to help people are actually super corrupt and awful to their employees.

Unless of course, you're Lockwood & Co

These dorks look at em

50 years after the start of The Problem, Anthony Lockwood, the guy on the right, is an orphaned teenager who decided he wanted to start his own ghost hunting company, and the "Co" part of the name includes the two on the left, George Karim and Lucy Carlyle. They run their own 3 person company free from exploitation from adults, which other companies (run by adults) really really hate. Lockwood has a Seeing Talent, Lucy has a Hearing Talent, and George has a Touching Talent.

Basically, these 3 kids are hired for a job getting rid of a ghost, only they find out that this ghost is one of a woman who was murdered, and not of a guy who fell down the stairs like they thought. They look deeper and deeper into this murder mystery and keep uncovering shit that other ghost companies do NOT want them to be uncovering. Things that go beyond exploitation of kids, more murders, weird artifacts, things that might even explain the origins of The Problem itself. So Lockwood & Co decide they want to figure it all out, or die trying.

This show is heartwarming, it's funny, its mysterious, it's got ALL THE FOUND FAMILY VIBES and I think it's a real hidden gem in the piles of TV shows on Netflix. It's been in the top 10 shows on netflix for a bit, but I've never really heard anyone talk about it, I just stumbled upon it when looking for something to watch one day. All in all, yes, you should definitely watch it please please please do it, I swear to god of Netflix cancels this show I'm going to riot

#marko answers #Anonymous #lockwood & co #lockwood and co #anthony lockwood #lucy carlyle #george karim #netflix #tv shows #tv recommendations #show recommendations #tv show recommendations

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tav-marcio-leles · 3 months

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BG3 RAMBLES #1

Starts with Gale epilogue commentary and quickly divulges into how feral of a man he is below the cut

I absolutely love how Gale becomes a teacher like he's implied he's always dreamed of. But let me just go off about what happens if you choose to marry him but not to live in Waterdeep.

He's a smooth talker as always, but his word choice implies he's been having the time of his life, like a social dog set loose in a dog park/doggy daycare kind of time of his life.

I haven't seen all the dialogue options yet, but I love how excited he is to loot books during adventures. Imagine going dungeon crawling, getting a kick from finding ancient tomes to trashy novels. Actually, me too my dude. He mentions that he has collected enough literature to fill a dozen libraries? Hello?! The Tav 100% got him a Bag of Holding at some point, maybe even as a wedding gift.

I know every playthrough with Gale is different, but everything I've gathered about him amplified by my own gameplay just makes him the ultimate orange cat of a man. I swear this man gets zoomies, but its never obvious until you're standing there, eyes wide open and jaw dropped, because he did something completely feral that you did not forsee.

When he said, "I always wondered what it would feel like to be nervous", I initially thought, "Oh, Gale, beanie baby man. You have been nervous though??? Everyone has at some point?". But then I think about all the things he has said and done and just wonder... "Okay, maybe he was completely dead serious about that".

Like for example, immediately after he says he's nervous and asks for advice on what to say to Mystra, of course Marcio tells him to not give away anything. We need more information right? That and Marcio wants to cuss her out, but he knows that might get Gale in trouble, but he also doesn't want Gale to apologize to Mystra, and he doesn't want Gale to become a god, so yah know.

Not two seconds in after being terrified of this lady, he finds out about the crown's abilities and says the equivalent of, "ha ha, you're afraid of me >:)" to the goddess who is like 5 inches away from his face. EXCUSE ME? SIR? WHAT ARE YOU DOING? WHAT ARE YOU THINKING? GALE?!?! GALE!!!

Or how about when Raphael wants to make that deal, giving Raphael the crown and all that. Me thinking, "Oh, I wonder what Gale is thinking. Giving the crown to Raphael would sentence Gale to death, so—" and then Gale immediately going into attack dog mode yelling over Marcio's shoulder that Raphael is a bitch who shouldn't be given anything.

Oh! And don't forget! Lorroakan insulting Gale as being Mystra's lapdog, only for Gale to smile and calmly brag he's about to kick Mystra's ass and maybe take her domain. Gale. Sweet, sweet Gale. What the fuck are you doing?

Thank you, Gale. I never need to wonder what your opinion is.

His AI also feral (for me at least):

He's constantly climbing on top of things.

He's the only one who has managed to fall off of something and take fall damage. No idea how though. He was off screen. I just heard a scream and then saw he took 4 damage.

When he's blinded, he immediately takes out his staff like he's about to hit someone with it. No, not to feel around so he can move safely. He holds it like a baseball bat and aggressively wobbles it around ready to strike. SIR! PLEASE!

He can't spot a trap to save his life and always walks into the bombs.

Can't pass any of his history checks with a 17 in intelligence, but his boyfriend with a 9 can.

I'm sure there is more, but I only got 3 hours of sleep and wrote this after an paper for ethics. I'm losing my mind.

#bg3 spoilers #gale dekarios has orange cat behaviour #when the wizard acts first and thinks later #100% convinced he was a sorcerer before the tadpole its the only explanation i'll accept #rambles #bg3 gale #gale dekarios #gale of waterdeep #gale x tav #tav x gale

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Bg3 au where its just the gang playing dnd but its a modded game where all the companions are in the party... because for once everyone had free time at the same time [sans Minthara because she started a new job and just asked for her character sheet to be used as an npc].

Tav is a college student playing a high elf monk. Was talked out of naming their character "Punchy McFisto" by the skin of the dm's teeth.

Halsin is the manager at a hardware store and also Tav's dad. All he wanted to do was play a hot elf druid, because his friends from college used to run dnd and he never got to play a hot elf druid.

Jahira is the paint department supervisor at Halsin's store [aka she's the only one that can mix paint worth a damn] and is just playing her old college character because she found a binder with her old notes for the character and missed her. Updated her from scratch for 5e.

Minsc is the fiscal manager for the store and likewise tore his old storage unit apart for his character notes. Worked out how to just transplant his character into the story because he missed him. Only note was "do not judge me for the voice i will give him".

Lae'zel is a classmate of Tav's and took one look at githyanki and went "i'm going to make someone so indoctrinated. How integral are they going to be to the setting? A lot? Oh i need this woman to be so deeply hardline."

Astarion, another classmate, and deeply wanted to play vampire the masquerade. Adapted the character to 5e and honest to god has no idea what the scars he gave his character say. He just thought it'd be a nice hook.

Shadowheart is the youngest child of a v religious family and works as a receptionist at a dentists office. Friends with Tav from HS. "I want to be on a mission from God and it gets worse from there. What's the worst god in setting to be on a mission from while also appealing to my edgy phase. Shar? Sweet. Slap that darkness on me, baby."

Wyll works in the college library and joined because Tav and Dm invited him. His initial plan was just folk hero because it sounded fun and the warlock part and the bit with Karlach came up later.

Karlach also works in the library and is deeply excited to have been invited. Giggles after she makes her character swear because she does the voice and surprises herself.

Gale is the Dm's cousin that owns a local bookshop. Got away with his backstory through sheer power of puppy dog eyes and employing the irl Tara to stare at the Dm. Dm responded with the orb and he was delighted. Has to roll a d100 to determine how bad his arcane hunger is every time they go into a new area.

Dm hosts and is honestly a little overwhelmed juggling all the players because she honestly expected 4 at a time bc of how schedules lined up and now she's doing her best to not nuke the party from orbit by accident when scaling encounters. She does feel bad about the fetch quests later though, if only because she has to track their progress and every piece they have to go back for is another second off her lifespan.

Getting everyone in the discord for Secret Note Passing Channels was a chore if only because Halsin insisted he didn't understand until he found the bear emojis and promptly spammed the main chat with them for a bit. He apologized but Tav still died inside. Everyone calling Halsin hot in character is done to make Tav wilt.

#bg3 #au ideas

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bingbongsupremacy · 10 months

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Ghosts

Pairing: Ellie Williams x !platonic reader x Dina

Warnings: kinda asshole ghost!ellie

Summary: You meet the ghost of Ellie Williams, a dead high schooler at Jackson High. Strange way to start off a friendship.

Idea from Pinterest.

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Jackson high's been around for decades. Of course with a school this old there's bound to be some fucked up stories or legends that come with it.

The latest one is about an old senior named Ellie Williams. She died 2 years ago in an accident, way before I came into town. Of course I don't believe the stupid rumors. Frankly, it's pretty fucked up to make stuff up like that. Just let the girl rest in peace.

With a loud sigh, I set plop open my math text book. I carefully begin jotting down the questions, trying my best to remember what my teacher taught this morning.

I never seem to be able to retain what she tells me. Maybe it's her boring monotone voice or maybe it's the fact that I'd much rather be scraping my eyes out with a fork that causes me to get so easily distracted. I have to get this shit nailed though. If I fail again I won't be able to graduate.

My parents will be so pissed.

The library is empty. Who knows where the librarian is. Probably talking gossip with the office secretaries. I mean, who in their right mind stays after school on a Friday to finish school work?

Me. That's who.

Against my will of course.

The sooner I get this shit done the sooner I can go home and play some games. Come on. Just fucking focus.

" X= 930. " A voice whispers suddenly, scaring the shit out of me.

I look around for the culprit, only to be met with no one. " What the hell? " I mutter, shaking my head. A shiver runs down my spine. I feel like someone's watching me. Who though? There's no one here and there's no fucking way Jackson High has enough for cameras in the library.

I shake off the feeling and try to return to my work. It had to be my head.

I begin re-reading the problem, trying to solve it. What the fuck am I supposed to do here?

" X= 930. " The voice whispers again, this time slightly louder.

There's someone fucking here. Either that or I'm going insane.

My head snaps around to the direction of the voice. " Who the fuck is that? Jordan, I swear to god if you're fucking with me I'll kick your ass. " I threaten. I stand up, walking over to the book shelves. I peek in and out of the isles, looking for whoever was talking.

" Oh my fucking god! For the last time, the answer for 3 is fucking X= 930. " The voice yells from the table area, clearly annoyed.

I rush back to the noise, my jaw dropping.

A faded figure stares at me, annoyance clearly displayed through their expression.

" I-I can see through you. " I stumble over my words.

The figure rolls their eyes. " Yeah, no shit sherlock. I'm a ghost. "

" Ghost? "

The girl sighs, rubbing the middle of her forehead. " Now I see why you were stuck on that problem for so long. " Yes, I'm a ghost. I'm dead. My name's Ellie Williams, mighta head of me, ya? "

I swallow harshly. " Oh my god. You're fucking real. You're fucking real? "

Ellie nods, sitting on top of the table. " Yup. And I was trying to help you with your homework. Now, do you want my help or do you want to just stand there like a dork for the next hour? "

I shake my head and move towards the table. I sit back down, glancing back at Ellie every few minutes. " How are you..? "

" Here? " Ellie finishes. She shrugs. " Fuck knows. Just popped up one day. "

" How come I didn't see you a minute ago? " I ask, still shocked over the situation.

" I can control whether you see me or not. We both can. "

" Both? " I ask in confusion.

Ellie looks across the room. " D, you can come out now. "

Another figure pops up on one of the couches. Another girl around our age smiles slightly. " I'm Dina. "

" There's two of you. "

Ellie groans in annoyance. " What the fuck. We just went over this. "

" Ellie, be nice. " Dina walks towards us. " This is a lot to take in for a normal person. "

" It definitely is. " I begin grabbing my stuff. " I um, I've got to go. I have to go...water my...dog. " I nod, wanting nothing more but to get the fuck out of here.

" Ellie, look what you did. " Dina hisses as I begin walking away. " Do you really have to go? Ellie didn't mean it. She's just kind of an asshole. "

I look back at her. I chew on the inside of my cheek nervously. I glance between the girls.

Dina glares at Ellie.

" Yeah, sorry. " Ellie apologizes. " I was a little rude. "

" A little? " Dina scoffs.

" A lot. " Ellie corrects, clenching her teeth.

Dina rolls her eyes and crosses her eyes, looking back at me. As soon as she looks at me her expression brightens. " Please stay. We'll help you with your work. We haven't had very many new people to talk to in ages. It'd be so nice to catch up with someone not...dead. "

I glance at the door. Should I stay?

" Fine. " I sigh. " I guess I can stay for a bit. " I set my stuff back down.

If you had asked me what I was going to do today, talking to ghosts would definitely not be on my list.

#fanfic #fanfiction #ellie williams x you #ellie williams x reader #ellie the last of us #ellie x you #ellie williams #ellie williams x female reader #ellie williams drabble #ellie williams fanfic #ellie williams fanfiction #ellie williams x y/n #ellie x fem reader #ellie x y/n #ellie x reader #dina the last of us #tlou dina

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master-k0hga · 2 months

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| A M É L I E |

[ Category: Zareans ]

| This is probably the proudest ref I've ever fucking drawn tbh... I had to re-draw this lovely gal cuz her current re-design was a little off to me, and drawing her bust was absolutely fun so yeah that's happening... Anyways this is Amélie, or "Beaut" which is her celebrity name cuz she is in fact, a celebrity..

Also this would've been at least a month or two since I finished this when I do the mass post some time later.. So even though I'm proud of this now, wonder if that'll hold up til a couple months later when I get to the post spam..

Anyways- Amélie is another one of those old OCs of mine who's gone through massive changes, especially from when she was a fan character of another fandom I was semi into a few years ago... This is her now and honest to god, she's absolutely beautiful and I swear if anybody dares gives this post shit. I will massacre everyone and laugh while I do.

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Name: Amélie Species: Zarean General Personality: Funny, outgoing, supportive, forgetful, self conscious, posh, vocally talented Height: 15ft Relationship Status: Single

Extra Info:

"Beaut the Beautiful" is her stage name she randomly made on a whim in a sudden panic for a 'label' one day, it's kind of just stuck with her since

She is known for a variety of skills and talents within the species; Singing, dancing, acting mainly in pantomimes, fashion model, online influencer, all sorts. And despite seemingly extroverted and overall social, she actually deals with a lot of social anxiety; So she has to do all sorts of breathing and mental exercises just to get out there

She came out trans to her family roughly when she was in her teens, although her family had somewhat mixed reactions, in the end they supported her and her goals. She was officially "herself" when she got famous

Growing up she starred and took part in many things; Talent shows, school plays, all kinds of after school activities and clubs along with other events and such town. So she really has quite the experience in a lot of fields, she worked hard to where she wanted to be

She actually worked retail and working part time in a library while she was juggling career driven events and such

She stylizes, sometimes even crafts her own outfits, wigs and occasionally even the events she hosts in like concerts and such. She also has a personal assistant who is totally not her best friend she met in college

She never acknowledges her dead name or anything with the only exception being her grandmother before she passed (Emile was her grandfather's name)

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And that's it for her again, re-doing her ref was a good idea tbh because I'm really happy with how I drew Beaut here, definitely catches her type of likliness better than the previous "re-designs" I did of hers on separate occasions throughout the years I've been drawing and re-designing all my OCs... Would hope I keep at it for a long time but I feel that somehow isn't going to work forever.. I genuinely thought at one point that I'd get all my OCs fully re-done, sorted and all along with their worlds and whatnot then I can work with what I got there..

But I've noticed now that the whole of the Zarean species specifically, which I was working on off and on for like 9 or so years now, has to now be re-done completely cuz the lore was kinda all over the place without reasoning and that it just felt.. Wrong..

So yeah... I'll probably be dead by the time I actually finish any of this, I probably won't have started by the time I end up on my death bed tbh..

Especially when loads of my OCs haven't really been touched since like... Before I completely ditched DA a couple years ago.......... Oh well....-

. Amélie, Art © Me . DON’T RE-POST .

#MASTER-K0HGA #Ary / Kohga Chronicles #Ary / Kohga OCs and Works #Beaut #Amélie #Female #Trans #M to F #Zarean #Zareans #Planet Zaria #Species #Personal Species Project #Fandomless #Original Character #OC #My OC #My Art #My Character #Re-post #My art re-posted #Yeah after I at least get most of my OCs specifically related to this species out the way then I'll start properly introducing them here to #Technically re-introducing them if I was still on DA since that's where I explained and talked about the majority of the lore there but it'#kinda gone now and don't really wanna use most of it since it's very outdated and very dumb... Like I'll re-read everything that I've got #and work with what can still be used so I'll work with that.. But the rest will obviously be scrapped entirely as it's not really useful no #needed much for these guys... A lot of it was very unimportant so yeah... And again yeah #This will be posted in like a month or two cuz I wanna get all this done for a mass post at some point since I won't really be online much #Fan art will be included with the bulk too even if it won't be much of it ofc.. So don't expect loads I expect my OCs to get the limelight #here....... Anyways...

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Iris Kelly Doesn't Date - Book Review

In the famous words of Ruby Sutherland, "Read queer all year."

I am gay. So is this book. We are a match made in heaven.

Iris Kelly Doesn't Date has two main lovers, obviously, and then a circus of side characters who aren't really relevant to the romance at all. And that's fine. It's like when you're a little kid in church and you have a crush on the girl in choir. There's a whole bunch of people singing, but to you, it's only you and her. I swear I'm not speaking from experience (but I will save my religious trauma for another day).

Last year, I went into my first day at a new job. They took me into a room to do fingerprinting because this was an office that required security clearance. I was already riddled with anxiety but ya girl was pushing through. I'd made it all the way to 11 AM. I was on a damn roll. And then, the fingerprinting scanner wouldn't accept my fingerprints.

I kept trying the three fingers that wouldn't take over and over again. I began to think, what if I'm stuck here forever? What if I won't be able to keep this job? What if I died and I'm in hell and this is literally hell? Next thing I know, my heart is racing. My vision is getting blurry. I'm sweating like a possum in headlights. I puke into the nearest trash can, in front of my new boss.

Suffice to say, this was the worst panic attack I'd ever experienced. So when Stevie practically puked all over Iris, I was like, damn, she's so me.

I love the GAD rep in this book. Anxious girlies unite! And what's crazy about that first big panic attack that we see Stevie go through, is that it feels so real. I didn't notice we were even heading in that direction until it happened. That's exactly what anxiety is like for me. I don't notice my frantic thoughts or my racing heart until my body warms and I feel the vomit coming up my throat. The author has such a strong grasp on what it's like to have a panic attack that I almost had to wonder if she got inspiration from me (she didn't).

Let's talk about the spice. And no, I don't mean nutmeg. Iris Kelly Doesn't Date is sexy. Like blushing, covering my agape mouth, looking away from the screen sexy. I had to shield my screen from my cats for fear that their baby eyes would be exposed to such nasty smut, I mean that in the best way possible. I don't really read books for the smut though. It's fun and all, but I'm here for the romance damn it. I want to see this couple defy all odds to be together!

Ashley Herring Blake, I love you and your writing, but this book is too long, there are too many things happening, and there are too many characters. I get it, the fans want to see everyone from the previous books return. But I had a difficult time remembering who was who outside of the famed Delilah, Claire, Astrid, and Jordan. Everyone else was a blip to me. And between the play, the fake dating, the sex/romance lessons, the anxiety, the book writing, the New York, the Malibu trip and Adri stuff, there were just too many plots, none of which were fleshed out enough. Neither Stevie nor Iris really have the time to think and feel and take control over their stories because so much stuff is just happening to them. I like that in a YA adventure, but not so much in an adult romance. It was a lot to follow for me. I think if the author had cut some of these side plots down and fleshed out the others, it would've been a 5 star read for me. It's still 4 stars though!

Folks, this concludes my Goodreads reading challenge. I cannot believe I made it all the way to 52 books this year. At some points during 2023, I really didn't think I would make it all the way. But here we are, 52 whole books. I'm not done yet, though! I want to finish the PJO series before the year is up and maybe get through Chalice of the Gods. I have a couple library books available now too but had to delay those so I could finish this one. Keep an eye out for my best books of 2023 list soon!

#bookish #booklr #books #books & libraries #book quotes #new books #bookworm #book review #reader #reading #review #romance books #smut writing #bright falls #delilah green doesn't care #astrid parker doesn't fail #iris kelly doesn’t date #ashley herring blake #goodreads

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Hi!

Been a while since I've done a SpookyLads shot, so here ya go!! I know this should technically be in my BBS one shot book, but I'm already writing it here, so.

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Ship: Daithi harem - Daithideterroriser centered

Top: Brian

Bottom: Daithi

AU: SpookyLads

Setting: Haunted mansion

Type: Nsfw lemon

Warning ⚠️: The chapter you're about to read contains heavy swearing, tentacle sex, smut and other mentions or situations that may disturb, trigger or offend the viewer. Reader's discretion is advised. 🔞

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Daithi's pov -

Eight years. Eight years I've known him and he's never once told me anything about his robot abilities.

Yeah, Brian shows off his calculations all the time like the know-it-all he is. Yeah, he likes to detect where me and some of the lads are whenever we hide from him to ignore his bitch ass needs. And yeah, he likes to experiment in the lab with his arms and add attachments or add in new guns.

But he never does anything else! Nothing new, nothing different, nothing unseen.

I've asked him many, many times before but he never elaborates. He doesn't speak on the matter, and likes to dodge any questions about his robot anatomy.

I've always wanted to know more about it, curious as to what he's able to do. I know he can shift his arms into guns, swords—pretty much any weapon. I know that he can make fire, I know he can detect danger from a mile away, I know he can feel human electronics from even further away and—god, it sounds like we knew a lot about Brian's perks but there really wasn't!

It was all small things for convenience. Like popping the breaker in the mansion with a small flick his wrist or being able to fix the microwave in less than three seconds whenever Kevin blows it back up again.

There was nothing cool, or spectacular about those things—as helpful as they are— and I'm starting to get frustrated with this stupid thought.

I know Brian is capable of more than to what he's letting on, but he won't budge on the matter at hand!

I always ask him about it and he gives me a certain look that he makes whenever he's nervous. He doesn't want to respond to the question and I know I should respect it.

But Brian my best friend for fucks sake! I tell him everything! Literally everything!

I even told him that I was gay! Not even the others lads know that. Though I'm sure it's obvious at this point.

But that's besides the fact. Brian and I tell eachother everything. Hell, he even told me about the time he had a crush on Minx until he found out that she liked to peg men.

And that's saying a lot.

I sighed in annoyance, pouting as I crossed my arms over my chest.

I watched as Brian twisted in a few new screws, replacing the old rusty ones on his left arm.

He winced, grumbling to himself quietly before knocking on the table and holding his hand out to me, not looking away from his work.

I picked up a nearby screwdriver with a smaller head on the desk, setting it in his palm.

He mumbled a small 'thanks', before continuing his work.

I've assisted him in many things before. Machines, trinkets, gadgets, and many more. His main focus on modifying his own body.

He never tells me what any of the chips or hard drives he makes are for. Just asks me to fetch sometime for him or hand him something. Either that or find another book in Dan's library to help him out.

I never have a clue as to what he's working on, and to be frank I think he likes it that way. He likes to tease me by being 'mysterious', as he described it.

It's mentally painful.

The amount of questions of curiosity that I've been trying my hardest to hold back have been eating at me for God knows how long.

I do ask a few questions here and here—which are bypassed or unanswered— but the amount of them asked, comes nowhere close as to how many I have on my mind.

"I...I need ta do something important. I'll be back." I sighed, pulling myself off the table and floating over to the door.

I glanced over as I heard the clicking of Brian's tools stop, his eyes fixed onto me.

"And what is t'at?" He asked, looking curious yet uncaring. I shrugged, setting my hands on the dark wood of the door.

"Jus' somethin' important." I excused, swallowing nervously as his gaze dropped to suspicion.

"Right... important." He muttered, doubtfully nodding his head at me slowly. I hummed in confirmation, nodding back at him.

We sat in a heavy silence. The room suddenly feeling awkward.

I cleared my throat.

"Well t'en...see ya later!" I smiled with a small wave, turning away from his prying eyes and going through the door.

I waited on the other side for a few seconds, knowing that Brian was probably using his x-ray vision to see where I was going.

So I didn't move until I heard the soft metal clicking of his tools again.

I floated through the dark house, making my way up the flight of stairs.

I could always just fly straight up from the floors, but I was too used to following the lads around so there really was no point in taking short cuts unless I really needed to.

I moved along the long empty halls of the mansion, stoping at the two large doors. I pushed myself through the wood, glancing around to scope the area.

In the far corner, I could see a small movement. Brown hair bouncing a bit as the owner hopped off of one of the tall ladders to reach the higher books.

Just the man I needed.

"Hey Dan." I greeted cheerfully, hovering behind his back as I peeked over his shoulder at the book in his hands.

He shouted and jumped in surprise, almost dropping the small stacks of books in his hands.

"Heh, sorry." I apologized, nervously smiling at him as he tried to catch his breath.

"Jesus- you're alright Daithi. Just spooked me a bit." He admitted, giving me a soft smile.

"Ye need something?" He asked, gesturing towards his desk as he motioned me to follow. I hummed with a nod, hovering close.

"Uh yeah...I was actually a bit curious if ye had any dirt on Brian?" I asked, lowering my voice. Dan raised a brow as he sat in his chair, setting his books down.

"Dirt? What, like secrets?" He asked, folding his hands over one another. I hummed again, seating myself in the chair opposite of him.

Not lots of people knew it, but floating around as a ghost is exhausting. People thinks it takes energy to physically touch stuff but in fact, it's the other way around. It takes more energy to go through things.

It's much easier to just maneuver around like a living human.

"Like any secrets on his biology and stuff." I said, leaning forward like a puppy waiting for treats.

Dan stared at me for a moment, his face dusting an almost unnoticeable red on his pale skin as he looked down at me.

Must be really nervous to share his input on the matter.

"Daithi...may I ask why ye want ta know?" He suddenly asked, leaning forward as was I—just not as far. I simply shrugged, pouting my lips in thought.

"'M just curious. He usually tells me everythin' but he doesn't bother on t'is topic. I think he just likes ta tease me by not tellin' me." I admitted, huffing in slight annoyance.

Third pov -

Oh if only he knew, Dan thought.

Brian wasn't as secretive as Daithi thought. The little Irish ghost was just oblivious.

Brian didn't care to hide his feelings for Daithi as much as the rest of the lads did. Of course, Kevin came next, showing the ghost in affection but he never flirted.

Sean flirted. Just not as often.

Dan himself didn't do much to show his love, thinking his feelings were an inconvenience. The last time he fell in love it was with a mortal, and she died before he could tell her.

Now that he loved a monster like Daithi —who couldn't die tragically because he already did—he didn't have the same misfortune. But he still felt it was useless to admit his love.

What was the best that could happen? They get together? Hold hands? Cuddle? Kiss?

Although it did sound tempting, Dan wasn't gonna risk his friendship with the ghost. And that goes for the others too.

It was too risky to make any real moves for the ghost's heart.

"-plus, I'm his assistant! I should be allowed to know what's he's up ta, right?" Daithi asked, snapping Dan out of his daze. He didn't realize it before, but the other had been rambling on about why Brian should tell him what he's up to.

"Oh I agree. Ye deserve ta know." Dan butted in, thankful he had payed attention to the question. Or else he would have to be dealing with an annoyed ghost—and though it is cute, it's not the easiest side of Daithi to deal with.

"See! T'ats what I'm sayin'! He should be tellin' me all the stuff he's working on considering te fact tat I'm helping him wit' it all." He huffed, resting his chin on his folded arms on the edge of the desk.

Dan nodded, sliding his books out of the way and leaning down closer.

"Mhm, I understand. And how does t'at make ye feel, Daithi?" He asked softly, reaching for a comforting approach as he watched the expression on the ghost's face twitch.

"Mad. Annoyed. Betrayed. Angry. Pissed off. Like I want to smack the living shit outta—"

"Alright, alright. How about t'is. If ye feel betrayed when he doesn't tell ya what he's up to, do you know why ye feel t'at way?" Dan cut the other off, taking his question in a different direction.

It seemed to stump Daithi, pursing his lips and fidgeting with one of his locks of hair with his fingers.

He then glanced up at the vampire, looking into his red eyes as of he'd find the awnser to his question in them.

"Because we're best friends. We're supposed ta tell eachother everything eventually. But it's been eight years." He grumbled, averting his gaze and looking off to the many shelves of books lining the large room.

Dan hummed, nodding to himself as he felt he was getting somewhere.

"Hmm, and do ye tell Brian everything?" He asked, reaching his and out to brush the loose bangs away from Daithi's face. That way he won't be distracted from their conversation.

The ghost flushed slightly at the action, refusing to meets Dan's eyes when he reached out and held his fidgeting hand.

"Well...no." he admitted, seeming to realize that he in fact didn't tell Brian everything.

He never tells him anything embarrassing unless it's someone else in the story that's getting embarrassed. But if for example he couldn't digest something due to his entity form and ended up puking it up into a pile of exoplasm, he wasn't gonna let Brian know about that.

It was unnecessary and embarrassing.

"Well then, should he feel betrayed because of something ye hadn't told him?" Dan asked, continuing on with his therapist-like conversation.

He always found that misleading their questions would distract them from their real worries.

"Ye're trying to distract me, aren't ya."

Shit.

"Heh- what? No! I'm just helpin' ye see both sides of the situation!" Dan laughed nervously, shooting up straight in his seat.

Daithi glared up at him in annoyance, pushing himself off the seat and floating over the desk, getting real close to Dan's face.

"Ye didn't answer my first question, Dan. Instead you flipped it around and started askin' questions of yere own. Now spill the beans." He growled softly, his voice and expression terribly adorable despite the threatening aggression.

Dan leaned back in instinct, licking his teeth to feel the fangs grow slightly. Daithi was way too close. His instinct to mark him as a mate was overpowering. He needed to focus.

Dan heaved a heavy a sigh.

"Fine. Listen, I don't know much about his robotic biology. But I do know t'at he can do some freaky shit." He said, lowering his voice into a warning tone.

Daithi nodded eagerly, sitting himself on Dan's desk with his legs on either side of the other as he waited for him to continue.

Dan flicked his eyes down, trying his hardest ignore the vulnerability the other was presenting himself in.

Legs spread open and his body calm, his guard set down.

The sooner I respond the sooner he leaves me to my own lovestruck misery.

"I caught him in his room one time and it was dark besides candles lighting up te room. All I saw was his shadow at first, but it was... Inhumane. He looked like some kind of octopus or demonic monster. When he heard me open te door though, the extra limb lookin' things shot back into his shadow and when I saw him, he was completely normal." Dan explained, quieting his voice down to a whisper.

Daithi nodded rapidly in interest, eyes wide like a child and mouth slightly parted in awe.

Though it wasn't much, he felt like he was getting somewhere.

"But other than that, I haven't seen anything else much. He's very discreet about keepin' his body functions ta himself, so I'd be careful if I were ye." Dan sighed, crossing his arms over his chest as he leaned back in his chair.

The ghost nodded, pinning his knees together and sitting up straight like the innocent little being he was.

"I will, thanks Dan." He said sweetly, flashing him a wide smile.

Somehow...Dan doubted those words.

"Ye better. Last thing I want if fer Brian ta kill ye a second time because he caught ye diggin' fer his manual in his room—"

"He has a manual?!"

Damnit Dan.

"W-well manual? Did I say t'at?" The vampire stuttered nervously.

"Yeah, ye did. A manual...a manual fer his body? Could be..." Daithi mumbled to himself, a mischievous smile breaking to his face as he leaned back with his hands, spreading his legs again.

Dan flushed, biting his bottom lip and looking away again.

Hell, he was making himself so appetizing.

"Well, looks like 'm on a hunt for a manual." The ghost chuckled, tapping the tips of his fingers together like some kind of villain.

"Hey Daniel, do we have te-... Am I interrupting something?" Sean walked in, his elf-like ears pointing back as he caught the two in place.

Dan's face red and his fangs visible with Daithi sitting on his desk with his legs spread in front of him.

Anyone could assume the worst in this scenario.

"Ah, Sean! Did ye know Brian has a manual for his body?" The ghost perked up, shooting up from Dan's desk and getting up real close to the werewolf's face in excitement, his body floating in the air.

Sean stuttered, feeling his face blush at the sweet flowery smell of the other.

"Manual for his body? Like manuals on how to put together a computer or some shit?" He asked, raising his brow at the other.

Unlike Dan, he didn't care for being so close to the ghost. In fact, he didn't even make a move to step back.

Daithi hummed with a nod, a smile still plastered onto his glowing face.

"And guess who's gonna find it? Me! I'm gonna find it! I'm gonna find all his dirty little secrets." He giggled with an evil glare, to which just looked adorable to the other two monsters in the room.

"Well, good luck. He keeps that shit locked in a safe." Sean said, walking around the ghost to drop off the paperwork on Dan's desk.

"A safe? How do ye know?" Daithi asked curiously, following close to the werewolf.

"I walked into his room one time when I needed help with something. I saw te safe an asked him what it was. Said a manual's in it." He explained. Dan scoffed, rolling his eyes.

"More like pestered 'em about it till he told you. I could hear te both of ye's from my room." He said with a raised brow. Sean just blew him a raspberry, plopping down in the chair that Daithi sat in earlier.

"Safe...did ye see the number code?" The ghost asked. Hope gleaming in his eyes.

Sean hummed in thought, bouncing his leg over the edge of the air chair as he rubbed his chin.

"Can't say I do...but it's only three numbers like any other." He stated. He then winced, regretting his words as Daithi cheered with a happy clap of his hands.

"Great! Thank lads!" He said, floating over to the library doors in a hurry. They were then slammed open abruptly, slightly startling him—thinking it was Brian— and in came walking was Kevin.

"Oh, hi!" He greeted cheerfully, giving the ghost a not-so-apologetic grin.

"Jesus Kev, ye scared me." He sighed, ruffling the human's hair before continuing his way down the hall.

Kevin hummed happily, watching the other go before stepping into the room and looking at the other two.

"What'd I miss?" He asked. As nonchalant as ever.

Dan sighed, shaking his head as he stood up from his chair and leaned against his desk.

"Sean here practically gave Daithi permission ta rummage through Brian's room and now he might experience his second death from doing so." He explained, Kevin's eyes slightly widening as he looked over to the werewolf.

"Hey, I didn't give 'em permission, alright? He asked a question and I simply answered it." He said in defense, crossing his arms over his chest as he looked away.

Dan rolled his eyes.

"However way ye put it, Daithi's gonna go through Brian's stuff ta look fer his manual. Ye know how safe-keep he had t'at thing, so I need someone to convince him not to go in t'ere." Dan sighed, looking up at Kevin.

The human blinked, glancing at Sean in question before moving his gaze back to Dan.

"Kevin, he's talking about you. You need to go get Daithi back." Sean explained with a small laugh.

"Oh- oh! But why me?" Kevin asked, already grabbing the library doors and preparing to run after his supernatural friend.

"Because if we do it we'll just give in because we can't resist his adorable feckin' face." Sean deadpanned. Dan frowned, thinking before nodding with a slight blush.

"Essentially, yes." He confirmed.

And it wasn't wrong. Dan and Sean were more likely to give into the ghost than Kevin was.

The human just matched the same energy as him, and somehow it leveled out. It was almost impossible to make Kevin flustered. Of course, not that Daithi hadn't been able to, he has.

It was just harder considering that Kevin could literally give zero fucks about hiding his crush on Daithi.

Dan arched a brow at the human, Sean mimicking the same expression.

"Okay...yeah, good point." Kevin muttered, nodding at their silent message before heading out the library.

He ran down the halls towards Brian room, mentally hoping that the other hadn't taken a shortcut through the walls.

When he turned the corner that led the hall to Brian's room, Kevin was thankful to see his ghost friend hovering there, about to enter the cyborg's room.

"Daithi, wait!" He called, running the rest of the way over. The ghost turned his head, smiling upon seeing the human again.

"Hey Kev, ye need somethin'?" He asked politely, tilting his head in an innocent manner. It was almost hard to believe that he was about to ransack his best friend's room.

"Uh...I need help wit' somethin." He lied. He found this solution easier than trying to convince his friend not to do what he was about to do.

Daithi was a stubborn mother fucker. Probably the most stubborn of all of them. He was not gonna back down from this even if the Grim Reaper himself told him not to.

"Oh, with what?" He asked, subconsciously lowering himself to the ground a bit to be eye level with Kevin.

Daithi found it that when he wasn't looking down at his friends, they became more comfortable to share things with him. It was a psychology trick, really.

Also, because his roommates like the power of being taller when deep in a conversation. Though, he didn't mind it.

"Uh...uh- oh! I want ta put moon flowers in the empty field where ye like to hang out. It seemed like a cool idea but I don't know shit about gardening like ye do." Kevin came up with on the spot.

He felt slightly bad for lying, but at the same time, he didn't mind spending some time with the ghost alone.

Of course, it's likely that one of the lads would come over just to invade their privacy —Sean— just because they all had a huge, noticable crush on the ghost.

"Moon flowers? Like ta kinds that only Bloom when the moon shines?" Daithi asked, looking interested in the matter. It was no secret that he loves flowers.

"Yeah! Those kind. I don't have any seed though, so we might have'ta scavenge the forest fer some." Kevin said, already trying to plan ahead so he didn't seem stupid.

Daithi opened his mouth to agree, but was quick to remember why he was here in the first place.

"Oh...well 'm kinda busy right now. Maybe later or tomorrow night?" He suggested, giving Kevin a sweet smile. The human had to literally restrain himself from kissing the other, so he faked a disappointed look.

"Aww, but I wanna do it now Daithi." He whined playfully, smiling as he tried to annoy the other 'till he said yes.

But Daithi had that look that said he wasn't gonna budge from his decision. It's already been made, and he wasn't gonna change it.

"Sorry Kevin, but I promise I'll go wit' ye later." He sighed, grabbing Kevin's face and pressing a small peck to his forehead.

"Okie, bye!" He said happily, giving the human a tiny wave before flying through the thick wooden door.

Kevin didn't move, still in a daze from the little kiss.

Daithi never does that. He never kisses them. Now Kevin had a new mission.

He smirked to himself with a red face, turning on his hell to head back for the library.

He was gonna brag so much about this and annoy the living shit out of the other two.

Daithi looked around the large room, taking a second to admire the pretty moonlight flowing into the room and illuminating a beautiful highlight.

He glanced around, looking for anything that resembled a safe.

He moved over to the nightstand. Nothing.

He looked under Brian's bed. Nothing.

He then looked under his work desk and even checked around the closet. Nothing.

He huffed in irritation, feeling impatient with himself. Sean never said exactly where the safe was, so he had as to no clue where it could be. He didn't say it was hidden either though, so it had to be somewhere in plain sight unless Brian moved it.

"If I were Brian, where would I put a safe that kept a book..." He asked himself, tapping his chin in thought. He then came with realization, turning to the small bookshelf that sat kitty-cornered in the room.

He rolled his eyes upon immediately seeing a small metal box the size of his own head sitting on the middle shelf.

Of course.

He floated over to the shelf, putting his ear on the box and raising his hand on the dial. He twisted it slowly, listening to the tics until he heard a small click on the inside.

He then turned it counter-clockwise, using the same method until he head another click.

He smiled to himself, turning the dial to the right side one more time. Waiting for that single click that determined his victory.

Click.

He pulled back, opening the door to the safe slowly. In all it's glory, sat a red, dusty leather book. Three inches of pages and over thousands of papers that surely had every one of Brian's secrets written in print.

He reached his hands up, just barely grazing the leather cover with his finger tips before he heard the door creak open.

He flinched in surprise, quickly slamming the safe door shut and turning around to see the owner of the book.

"Daithi?" Brian asked, looking confused as he entered the room slowly. Daithi smiled innocently, trying to ignore it when Brian closed the door and flicked the lock.

"Hey Brian! Done wit' ye're arm so soon?" He asked glancing down at the polished looking metal plates that sat embedded into his limb. Well, they were his limb, but.

"Yeah...what are ye doin' in here?" Brian asked, taking slow steps towards his friend. Daithi felt a cold shudder run down his back despite always being cold, considering the fact that he's dead.

"Oh, just... lookin' fer a book." He excused nervously, pointing to the shelf behind him. Brian pursed his lips, nodding in suspicion.

"Oh? Me too. I needed my manual." He replied, glancing over to the safe—that looked like it had been tampered with.

"Heh, what a coincidence. Me too." He said with a visibly forced smile.

Fuck, why did I say that?!

"Yeah... Some may even say hard ta believe." Brian mumbled, his voice lowering as he crossed his arms and looked at Daithi with a sharp glare.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

Daithi knew that look anywhere. It was the look that Brian had when he was deep in thought. And usually when he has that expression, he sees right through his friends' lies and confronts them right away.

And he was right. Brian knew exactly why Nogla was here, in his room.

The evidence was concrete.

He was standing at the book case, the safe was clearly cracked open, his face was paler than usual with nervousness and he was fidgeting with his hands.

Brian knew that Daithi's wanted to know more about his biology, never getting any clear answer in return of his questions.

There was a reason that Brian never told the lads anything—especially Nogla, about what he was working.

And recently, he didn't want to tell him jack-shit because he was preparing sometimes in his system for the ghost.

Something that was secret for a reason.

"Ye really want ta know what I've been up ta lately... don't ya." Brian muttered, lowering his voice. The words came out as more of a statement than a question, seeing as it's so damn obvious.

Daithi stared in surprise, blinking a few times before nodding sheepishly.

Brian sighed, nodded his own head before gesturing at the ghost and leading him over to his bed.

Was this it? Was Brian finally gonna tell him what he's been doing these past few months?

It wasn't a secret that the robot's been working on a project these last few weeks. Researching for half the days and attaching more prototypes into his database the rest of them.

But nobody knew what he was doing. But now, was Daithi gonna finally find out.

"Ye wanna know what I've been doin'? Fine. I'll show ye. But I did try ta warn ya by not answering beforehand. This outcome is totally on you." Brian said sternly, rolling up the sleeves on his leather jacket to reveal his full metal arms.

"Wait, wha- ah!" Daithi yelped in shock as Brian forcefully grabbed his wrists and shoved him into the bed, holding him in place.

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Daithi didn't have time to question how Brian was able to touch him without going through, as he stared in fear as sharp pointed tentacle-like, metal limbs sprouted from under Brian's jacket, slithering around his back to reach the front.

"T-te fuck?! How are ye- what are ye- huh?!" Daithi exclaimed, no knowing what to ask first as the tendrils slithered forward, sliding under his clothes and grazing his delicate skin.

How was Brian's hands not going through him? How the hell was he able to pin him down like this? Why did he have metal octopus tentacles sprouting from his back in the first place?!

Lots of questions were going through Daithi's head. A lot of which he wanted to ask right now. But he couldn't find it in himself to speak.

He was too shocked and surprised, tensing up in fear as Brian's cold, metal limbs ran across his body, sending shivers down his spine.

"Ah, b-bri, what a-are...how?" He asked, ignoring the feeling on his body to hesitantly meet the other's gaze.

Brian smirked down at him, finding the blue blush that was smeared across the other's face too adorable.

"Daithi, ye really are stupid aren't ya?" He chuckled, watching a flash of offense flicker onto the ghost's face, that was quickly washed away when a metal tentacle glided across one of his nipples. Earning a wince of stained pleasure instead.

"Ye really can't give yer'self anyway anymore than ye are right now. Diggin' through my shit just to find the littlest hint of what I've been doing. How I'm built. Ye really want ta know? Then I'll tell ya..." He grinned, switching his hands for two of his metal tentacles to wrap around Daithi's wrists.

"Ye remember those paranormal investigators t'at came ta visit the house a few months back? T'ey had me thinking...since they have machines ta capture ghosts, then surely they have prototypes ta physically touch one, no?" He asked, moving his hands down to caress the others hips.

He stopped his explanation momentarily to sigh in satisfaction, loving how well Daithi's hips fit between his hands.

The ghost grunted as he felt one of the metal limbs slid around his upper thigh, wiggling his legs at the unfamiliar sensation of Brian's body between them, their crotches pressed up against one another.

"So when we scared t'em off, I took their gadgets and picked them apart. I found the initial prototype that made it possible to touch ghosts, and added it to my hard drive. It took a few weeks of research ta make it work properly all through my body, but I got it eventually." Brian continued, slightly grinding his hips into Daithi's.

The latter gasped at this, gritting his teeth to hold in the moan that climbed up his throat.

"And then, it took me a month or so ta add in a few other adjustments. Such as these." The cyborg spoke, slithering one of the cold tentacles up his friend's shirt and trailing it down the center of his body, stopping just short of the hem of his jeans.

"Tentacles. I really had no use for this whole 'being able to touch ghosts' thing, but then my mind wandered over ta ye. All te times you've pranked me by possessing my arms and making me slap myself, all the times you've been blatantly wrong and refused ta take the blame even when ye yer'self knew it, and god damnit, all the fuckin'times ye've teased us all wit' t'is body of yours." Brian growled, gripping the other's waist tighter.

He held in a whimper at the action, biting his lip as he felt the tentacles—almost unnoticeably— slowly spreading his legs apart.

"And in that moment...all I could think about was that I could now touch ye all I wanted, and ye can't float away no matter how much ye want ta. But now...I think ye wouldn't mind t'at, considering you're harder than me right now." Brian smirked, flicking his eyes downward. Daithi stiffened, shooting his eyes down to see the tent in his pants. He cursed quietly.

He hadn't even felt the pressure down there.

He felt his face flush deeply, shooting a glare up at the older male.

"Desperate, are we now?" Brian chuckled. Daithi just deepened his glare.

If anything, this wasn't his fault. Being a ghost came with it's consequences. You couldn't touch someone unless you used energy, nobody could touch you back without feeling cold to the bone, all you could feed on was lost souls and even when you could eat real food, it never really tasted the same as you could remember.

Hell, when Daithi died, he mentally cursed all heaven and hell for making him a ghost and would have rather had been reborn as an ugly, disgusting fallen apart zombie.

But he was blessed to be a ghost.

Only years later was he thankful for it, as he didn't get many disgusted stares and could disappear from a conversation in the snap of someone's fingers if his anti socialism got the best of him.

But he'd never had any sort of sexual relation in over thousands of years. He didn't even remember that his lower half had a second purpose other than to use the bathroom.

And now here he was... about to be used in that other purpose. And he didn't think he minded much—as embarrassing as it was to be in this position by the hand of your best friend.

"Shut up." He snapped, only feeling his face heat up more as Brian's smirk grew.

"Man, ye're still t'is stubborn even after I have ye pinned down like this? Admirable, really." The cyborg laughed, leaning forward to smash his lips in with the ghost.

Daithi felt a warm fluttery feeling in his chest at the action, whimpering softly at how much he realized he missed physical affection.

He easily gave in, leaning into the kiss carefully. This was his best friend, after all. He didn't know how many boundaries were laid between them.

However, the way Brian's tentacles ripped his clothes off and the way his hands were sliding up his sides made him think that Brian had no boundaries.

The taller of the two wiggled his wrists in the tight grasp of the metal tentacles holding them down, wanting to touch his friend.

He had had a taste of physical touch, and all he wanted was more. Brian was right. He was desperate.

"Aww, is my little ghoul giving in now? Well t'ats not as fun. Still as satisfying though." Brian teased with a shit eating grin. Daithi hissed a curse at him, turning his head to the side and averting his shameful gaze.

Out of all his roommates, why did Brian have to be the one to do this? Not that he's complaining or picking favorites—but the cyborg was known to tease and hold a moment over someone's head for the longest time.

No reason this wasn't gonna be different. Daithi was definitely gonna get teased about this moment for as long as his immortal life drags out.

"So shiny..." Brian muttered, trailing one of his hands down the others slim neck and admiring the ghostly glow of his smooth skin.

He leaned down and placed soft kisses to the flesh, earning small gasps and winces of pleasure in return.

"So pretty..." Brian muttered again, feeling his hands around the bare skin of the other's body.

Daithi was completely nude now, not having cared to word his surprise or anything of the sort. The only feelings he had room for, was embarrassment and want.

He wanted—no, he needed more, but he wasn't gonna go and ask for that.

He shivered when he felt Brian's large hands find home at his rear end, squeezing curiously at the perfectly round mounds.

The ghost shook in his arms, feeling shocks of pleasure with each feeling of the other that reached his body.

Wether it be one of the tentacles brushing against a sensitive area, wether it be one of Brian's hands groping softly at his body or wether it be the cyborg's breath, warming up his cold skin that hasn't felt any sort of body warmth in over years.

Regardless of what it was, Daithi felt pleasure from it. He loved this new sensation and would give up anything to have more of it.

He rolled his hips up into the other male, moaning quietly at the rough fabric of Brian's jeans rubbing against his naked erection.

"Ye're so needy. Ta be honest, I didn't picture ye t'is way. I thought you'd be cursing me out right now and maybe telling me ta fuck off, but...this is different. I like it." Brian stated, pulling Daithi's hips against his own, being rewarded with a small call of his name.

He chuckled, leaning back up to get a good view of the other. His body was now tinted with a darker blue, an illuminating blush that looked so beautiful on his pretty face.

Brian slid one of his tentacles towards his lips, brushing the metal across the opening.

"Open ye're mouth darling." Brian cooed, smirking at how quickly the ghost gave in. He was like his little servant, abiding by any demands he gave him.

Daithi subconsciously moaned when the tentacle slid between his lips and into his mouth, tip playing with his tongue.

Brian slowly thrusted it in and out, running his hands down Daithi's body until they reached his pelvis.

He carefully griped the leaking shaft, pressing on the bead of precum at the tip with his thumb.

He pulled it back slightly, admiring how much brighter and more sticky the substance was than normal semen.

Like glow in the dark slime.

Daithi mewled helplessly as Brian swirled small circles on the head of his circumcised penis, fingers stroking the side skillfully.

He brought his free hand up to his mouth, coating his fingers in saliva. He then pulled the ghost's legs further apart with his tentacles, lowering his hand towards the little entrance.

Daithi was so occupied with the metal intrusion in his mouth, that he could barely think when Brian had started to stroke his erection. He was even more unready, for when he felt a finger slowly slid inside of him.

He let a squeak escape his lips when the digit pressed into his walls, another one of the same size sliding in alongside the first.

Daithi moaned at the uncomfortable feeling, but the hand on his dick brought him back to the thought of pleasure, that he didn't even realize he has started to moan louder when the fingers brushed against the bundle of nerves inside his body.

His noises were muffled from the tentacle down his throat of course, but to Brian, they were like music to his ears.

The sounds were just so submissive and helpless that it made him feel even tighter in his pants—if that was even possible.

He slid his fingers in deeper, going down to the knuckle before curling them inside the other. Daithi arched his back at the feeling, his body visually trembling at the intense feeling.

Back when he was alive, gay sex was a sin. A crime. Of course, that didn't stop him from trying. He's had many sex relations with men, but they were all handjobs or blowjobs.

Never had he spread his legs for a man and been given pleasure down there. And never did he think he'd even get to try it.

But now, he had Brian hovering over him, pinning him in place and giving him the pleasure wether he wanted it or not.

And he did want it. He wanted it so bad. His fingers didn't seem like enough and all he wanted was for the robot to whip his fucking dick out and take him already!

But he didn't think he was gonna get that pleasure. Not any time soon at least. It seemed that Brian has planned to drag this foreplay out for as long as possible.

The tentacle occupying his mouth slid out with strings of saliva and a slick noise, a choked moan slipping free from Daithi's mouth as Brian's hands were removed.

He wiggled his hips in need, wanting to feel those fingers touching him again. Brian laughed at the impatience, running his hands up his inner thighs.

"Don't worry love, you'll get my dick soon. Just relax an' enjoy yer'self." Brain chuckled, discreetly sliding the wet tentacle down between the other's legs.

Daithi whined loudly, feeling the tip play with his rim. He then let out a gasped moan as it pushed into him unexpectedly, spreading his walls more than Brian's fingers had.

It was still thinner than any dick, but at least it was a step up from fingers. The metal felt warm inside of him—but that was a common occurrence due to the fact that he was a ghost and had no sort of heat radiation in his body.

"F-fuck, Brian...p-push it deeper." He pleaded, fluttering his eyes—unable to keep them open nor closed— as he balled his hands into tiny fists.

"Yeah? Ye want it deeper?" The cyborg asked with a grin. It was a rhetorical question, but Daithi nodded anyways.

Brain obliged, but not without a bit of added measures.

He pushed the tentacle deeper like Daithi had asked, but only a few inches. When the ghost opened his mouth to protest for more, the tentacle started to vibrate violently as well as twist and press into his walls aggressively.

The reaction was instantaneous, as Daithi moaned and gasped at the mechanical pleasure, zaps of euphoric bliss shooting up his spine.

"Oh fuck, Brian! Brian! Angh!" He cried out, jerking and jolting uncontrollably as the harsh vibration went on. His insides were tingling in places where he's never felt before and his body felt like it was a hundred degrees.

Choked gasps and moans left his lips, unable to control his noises no longer. Tears slid down his cheeks like neon, glowing water, his cheeks now a dark blue hue.

He couldn't contain his sounds no more, whimpers and squeals of pleasure following up along the rest of his innocent sounding noises.

Brian bit his lip to hold back a groan, already feeling himself gather precum of his own down in his pants.

The sight was simply too much to handle for him. The way Daithi's lips parted for each and every small or loud sound that left his throat, the way his eyes fluttered with each pump of the tentacle and the way his body seemed to vibrate along with it.

It was honestly too breath taking for him to come to realize of how long he's been sitting here pleasuring the other.

Daithi was close to cumming. Way too close to think or squeak in a warn.

"B-brian! Brian, I'm gonna- fffuck-!" He managed to get out in an unbelievably high pitch tone. His body convulsed harshly in the grasp of the tentacles still holding him down, his moans breaking into desperate, overstimulated sobs and sharp gasps.

Brian blinked out of his daze, realizing he still had the vibration on his tentacle. He quickly switched it off with a swift flick of his wrist, slowly pulling the metal limb out of the other.

The ghost gasped quietly, body still jolting every few seconds as cum continued to leak from his member, his orgasm depleting.

"Shit...got a bit carried away." Brain muttered, running a hand through his hair before leaning down and placing small kisses to the taller's tears that dripped down his flushed face.

Daithi whimpered at the feeling, hating that the gentle care made him grow hard again. Brian was quick to notice this, feeling the manhood grow against his own already hard crotch.

"So ye did like it, huh?" He chuckled, feeling his own pride grow at the flustered gaze the other had on, averting his piercing green eyes.

"Ye liked it." Brian confirmed with himself, knowing the other was way too embarrassed to speak right now.

The two were best friends. Always have been, always will be. They've seen each other at their worst and at their best.

But never have they seen each other in this sexual fashion. Now, they did. And both equally wanted more of it.

"Now how about we go all the way now, huh? Ya ready to feel what it's like to be possessed from the inside instead of doing the possessing?" The cyborg joked flirtatiously, the sound of his zipper being opened sending a delightful shiver down the ghost's spine.

Oh, he was ready. He was so ready.

"Shut up an' get on wit' it ye fucktard." Daithi mumbled in a pout and heavy blush, looking up to send a soft glare up at his friend.

Brian smirked.

"There's te Daithi I know." He grinned, aligning himself up.

"Hey uh...I need some help over here?" Brian called as he burst into the library, heading straight for the large desk in the center.

Dan perked up, glancing around for the ghost that was surely found out by the cyborg.

But no Daithi.

"Hey Brian! Uh...what d'ye need?" He asked politely, yet suspiciously. The robot seemed to be more upbeat and in a better mood than usual.

"Oh well, I need help finding a few books, if ye can. And it's sorta urgent so it'd help if ye aren't busy." He replied, wringing his hands nervously as he made his way to the front of the desk.

Dan hummed, glancing at his stack of due paperwork before nodding his head and standing up.

"Sure! I got nothin' ta do." He lied. In fact, he was busy. Really busy. But he wanted to see where this was going.

"Really? Great, I could use some help finding books on ghosts and te paranormal." Brian explained, following close behind as Dan led the way.

There it was.

Dan presumed that Brian did something bad to Daithi, and now can't undo it. Probably some voodoo or some shit.

"Oh? And why is t'at, if ye don't mind me askin'." He replied casually, leading him over to book guides for myths and legends.

Brian winced, looking around with a slight chuckle as Dan started to shift through the books—not really paying attention to what he was looking at—while still having an open ear for his friend.

"Well...sort of a funny story, really." Brian smiled with a light laugh, running a hand through his hair.

"I sorta, kinda...fucked Daithi so hard t'at he's now unresponsive." He said quickly, wincing as Dan slammed his fist against the bookcase.

"You what?!" Dan yelled, but was joined by two voices behind them. Brian turned around to see both Kevin and Sean staring at him in disbelief, both holding more stacks of paperwork.

"Brian... please, for the love of all t'at is holy... please tell me t'at ye're joking." Dan sighed with a slight growl in his voice.

Brian chuckled again, feeling a nervous cold sweat slid down his spine.

"Uhh...no. 'M not." He laughed it off. Dan took in a deep breath, pinching the bridge of his nose as he held it in.

It seemed like forever that he held in that breath, pondering over his options before slowly letting it out.

"Take me ta him." He sighed.

"Wha?" Brian asked dumbfounded.

"Take me to him, so t'at we can see what te problem is." Dan repeated, a bit annoyed that he had to repeat himself.

Brian simply nodded, too taken aback by Dan's sudden annoyance to protest.

Dan let out a shaky breath, holding a hand over his mouth to cover his erect fangs as he looked upon the sight.

The ghost was carefully laid on Brian's bed, mostly covered, but still obviously naked underneath the covers. His gaze was clouded over and his eyes were half lidded as he looked up at the ceiling, in a daze.

His body would quiver every few seconds, his hips jolting as if he still had something inside of him. His body was flushed in blue, his eyes were wet with tears and his breathing was stuttered, a few whimpers escaping every now and then.

"Damn Brian...ye really fucked em up." Sean laughed, having to hold his nose due to the intense smell of lust coming off of the ghost. Kevin nodded in agreement, biting his lip in thought before he frowned.

"So, how do we fix him?" He asked, turning over to look at Dan. The vampire shrugged dramatically, not knowing either.

"I dunno, he's not a robot. Of wait, a robot made the problem, maybe he should be te one ta fix it!" Dan huffed, shooting a glare over at Brian.

The cyborg simply snickered, too proud of himself to be ashamed.

"No. I don't think it's a health or ghost issue. I've seen this case many times." Sean muttered, tapping his chin as he walked around the bed and ran his hand through Daithi's hair.

Not a single response but a mewl.

"Really? How so?" Dan asked, ignoring the smug look on Brian's face as he looked up at his other friend in hope.

"During rut times when werewolves go in heat or some shit like t'at, we'd fuck- obviously. But after knotting and the whole mating process, ta wolf on the receiving end ended up in a state like this." He explained, plopping down on the bed and laying himself down next to Daithi.

The ghost immediately shivered at the feeling of body warmth, cuddling close to the other male and pressing himself close into Sean's chest despite his own undressed state.

The lads stared in confusion, trying to process the words.

"Uh...so t'at means?" Kevin asked with an apologetic smile. Brian nodded in agreement.

"Yeah, ye gotta dumb it down a bit lad." He said. Sean chuckled with a roll of his eyes, knowing it was coming soon if not later.

"In other words, ye fucked him so hard he needs rest and care. Lots of it. Cuddling usually helps." He sighed, wrapping his arm around Daithi's waist and pulling him even closer.

The lads still stared in confusion, not understanding how that helped at all.

"It's the 'after care' process of mating. C'mon, t'is is logic lads." He smiled with a roll of his eyes.

The guys just nodded or hummed in understanding, standing there awkwardly.

Hell, could you blame them? They were standing here, in the presence of their crush who was roughly fucked by one of their roommates. He was currently naked under the blankets and now cuddled up with one of them.

They were filled with shock, jealousy, anger, surprise, nervousness, curiosity, love- fuck, you name it, they were feeling it!

But one thing they did know, was that they were gonna beat the fuck out of Brian later.

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Hi!

A bit more smuttier than I was going for, but regardless, here it is!

I was going for a soft lemon since I haven't done it in a while but I kinda...sorta...got carried away...

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Haha, anyways this is the shot for any of my Spookylads readers in here, and I hoped y'all liked it!

Anyways, stay safe my loves. I love you all!!!

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- Jacky

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Featured or mentioned characters:

Main -

Nogla - Daithi, Nogla

Terroriser - Brian, Bri

Featured -

RTGame - Dan, Daniel

Jacksepticeye - Sean

CallMeKevin - Kevin, Kev

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JustaMinx - Minx

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ayakamiyuiii · 10 months

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i never get anything done do i um 💀 Please send requests, i write *anything and everything*, or i try. I just do not, will not absolutely no way in any lifetime write for minors, i am begging for requests, even to be nudged onto finish something i haven't, i'm begging.

meanwhile take this, what is this? i don't know myself.

i'll come back to it one day, i'm supposed to make it angsty

Your life has been filled with ups and downs, for as long as you could remember. And it had seemed luck was generally never on your side, never. If you were lucky you knew you'd have to cherish the moment, live in the moment they say. Nothing ever lasts forever now does it?.

It was one of the harsher years of highschool when you bumped into Kozume Kenma, of course neither of you were too blame, giving a quick apology before running off to class. "Hey you dro—" he'd turn back to see you were no where in sight, holding onto the book you'd just dropped figuring he'll find you later and just return it then.

You rushed into chemistry, explaining to your teacher why you were late, then hurrily running to your seat. You didn't have anything to do in your Chemistry class as per being caught up with work, though it was then when you'd noticed your sketch book is no longer with you, slightly panicked you can't help but let your mind wonder to where it is, who has it and what would happen if the wrong person had opened it and seen your sketches, they were nothing bad no! But surely, you'd get bullied at the least for liking what you do.. highschoolers are brutal to others after all.

Chemistry was over, thank god. You'd rush to the hall way you remember dropping your sketch book, of course only for it to be no where in sight, letting out a distressed sigh you turn around ready to make your way to the library.. can't really sulk over a sketchbook, can you? Just as you started walking away, someone had tapped your shoulder? Looking behind yourself and seeing once again the stranger you'd bumped into earlier, with your sketch book in hand "..I believe this belongs to you?" He looks down at you with almost cat-like eyes,

you nod slightly entranced by his facial features. "T-THANK YOU!" Bowing a good 10 times, before looking back at him. "Your sketches are..pretty cool" he says, muttering the last part an awful lot. "I'm really into [wtv u want] too actually..I've been [playing/watching/reading] it ever since it's came out.." he says, still slightly entranced by this males appearance you feel your cheeks heat up slightly, "that's wonderful! I- I've never met anyone who likes __ too!..

Oh um, I'm L/n F/n. And, you?" He smiles slightly, "kozume..kozume kenma, please just call me Kenma." He states, you nod "okay..Kenma," you hum "you've got quiet the unique name, it suits you" you smile warmly, and he swears his cheeks heat up a feverish amount.

"thanks.." he glances to you, "where.. where um are you going for your break?" you turn to him a little captivated by this male. He sighs, "My bestfriend he's.. um dragging me to volleyball practice" he looks down, and you notice. "I like volleyball, is it okay if i come along? maybe it'll.. inspire future sketches" you shrug your shoulders looking at Kenma.

he chuckles slightly, "Yeah.. they gyms always open for people to come watch.." you smile "sweet, what's your position?" you ask out of curiosity "setter" he say nonchalantly, "cool! i know a little about v-ball myself!" you say slightly enthused, he nods in response "not much of a talker? it's alright me either. I can understand your silence quite well" you giggle

"good to know i don't have to drain myself for someone" he says.

#kenma x you #kenma scenario #hq #haikyuu #kenma kozume #lol #gay men #this is a cry for help

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sleepysparkyandshy · 1 year

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Podium family

Yura: So does anyone have any healthy stress outlets?

Viktor: Screaming.

Jace: Violence.

Yuri: Tea.

Andy: Also violence.

Yura: ...Okay, so we've got tea.

Yuri: Bye now, don't forget to eat the lunch I packed for you.

Andy: Don't talk to strangers.

Yura: If anything happens, just call and we'll come pick you up.

Viktor: Don't get lost, be careful, okay?

Jace: ...I-I'm just going to the library, though.

Yura: I'm gonna do it.

Yuri: Yura, I swear to god. Don't do it again.

Andy: Do what again?

Yuri: A variety pack?

Yura: YES SO I WON'T BE EATING SAWDUST BY THE TIME I GET TO THE FORTIETH.

Viktor: The nacho cheese ones are the only good ones.

Yura: No I like the cool ranch and the sweet spicy chili ones too!!

Yuri: I guess it's better than 50 bags of nacho cheese Doritos.

Yura: I WILL DO THE FIFTY DORITO CHALLENGE AGAIN.

Andy:

Yura: Ok so when I was 16...I bought 50 bags of Doritos. Because I love them. And I ate all of the bags. And by the time I was like halfway done I wanted to die.

Andy: How quickly did you eat them all?!

Yura: Over like a week.

Andy: Holy fuck. That's. A lot of Doritos in one week.

Yuri: Yura, Don't fucking do it.

Yura: I'll do what I want, Yuri. 40 bags for $20! That's a steal!

Viktor: You've got a point, there.

Yuri: I admire your tenacity but you gotta cool it.

Yura: Ok so what if I buy it. And I don't. Eat all of them in one week.

Andy: You should do that. Don't eat them all in one week.

Jace: Oh my god I fucking remember the Doritos thing.

Jace: Yura, if you're gonna buy them just don't eat them all in one week.

Yura: ...So one day is fine.

Everyone else: NO.

Jace: Good responses to being stabbed with a knife?

Viktor: Rude.

Andy: That's fair.

Yuri: Not again.

Yura: Are you going to want this back?

Yuri: What did you guys get in your yearbook?

Viktor: 'Prettiest Smile'

Andy: 'Nicest Personality'

Yura: 'Most likely to start a bar fight'

Jace: 'Least likely to start a bar fight, but most likely to win one'

#yuri on ice #podium family #inncorrect quotes #yuri katsuki #yuri plisetsky #viktor nikiforov #oc stuff #yuri on ice ocs

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annaizscribbling · 1 year

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Needed to write something for me. Loosely inspired by the library scene from Low Battery, but for myself.

Sometimes you gotta talk it out with your girl.

CW: suicidal thoughts mention, depression, anxiety mention.

"How did you get so horrible?" She asks through watery eyes. She's so thin and frail. Her skin was pale back then, and her hair was spun into delicate ringlets that framed her face.

I just shrug for now.

She's right though. I'm horrible. So much pain, so much hurt. So lonely, so tired, so scared. What have I become? Not what little girls dream about.

"Why?" She presses again, there's devastation lodged in her throat. She's wearing a faded barbie themed nightgown. Her feet are bare. Cheap, brightly colored braclets hang from her tiny wrists.

"Life got hard, kid. I-it just happened," I tell her simply, I'm trying to smile as I do. I don't know how to explain it to her. How do I tell this frail little thing what happened? Am I supposed to recount over 10 years in just a moment? Am I sparing her? Or can I just not bear to see her disappointment?

"How?" She whispers at me. Her eyes are so glossy and big. She's so innocent. She's so precious. God, she doesn't deserve this.

"I'm not sure yet," I admit quietly, "it's big and complicated, and I get lost if I look for too long.

After a long pause, she looks up at me. Her tiny hands are tightly clasped together in her lap. Her lips are pressed together in clear distress. It hurts me to look at her. It hurts to think about where she's going.

My heart floods with pain when a tear runs down her cheek.

"I'm scared," she says, choked up with the tears she was clearly holding back.

"Me too," I whisper. My own throat starts to hurt as I look up, blinking rapidly. I don't want to cry. I don't want to make it worse. I don't want to upset her. She doesn't deserve that.

"I don't wanna hurt," she says, tiny body heaving with a sob.

"I know," I tell her. Because I do.

"Why?" She begs for an answer that I don't have. I wish I knew. I wish I could tell her a lie, but she's too smart for that. She's too perceptive. She's always been good at that. She could never be fooled.

I don't get a chance to respond, because my own tears are falling freely now.

Gazing at her face hurts. I want to cradle her. I want to reach out and cup her face. I want to shelter her soft baby skin and her angelic doe eyes. I want to brush her curls from her face and kiss the bridge of her nose. I want to hold her and shield her from the world. I want to shield her from myself.

She's so beautiful.

I look at her, sitting beside me. I want to weep.

She'll suffer like me and end up exactly where I'm sitting now.

Another sob tears through my teeth. I can't hold them back anymore. I look at her and know she'll be hurt so badly. I look at her and know one day she'll stop sleeping for a few years. She'll be so lonely that the days become a blur. She'll become numb to the world for a time. She'll blame herself for whatever she can to cope. Soon, she'll be stuck with daily fears that never quite leave. She'll want to die eventually. She'll be burnt out, beat down, bloody, and exhausted. She'll end up in places she never imagined being.

She doesn't deserve it. How am I realizing this for the first time? How could I blame her once upon a time?

I wish I could make her proud, but all I've done is devastate her.

"I'm so sorry," I say, and I mean it so deeply that my body aches with the statement, "I'm so sorry. I love you. I love you, I swear."

"I love you, too" she says back, rubbing her tears with a pastel pink sleeve.

"I know I got horrible," I say to her, now wiping my own tears, "I know. I know it looks so bad, but I'm not done yet. We're not done yet, kid. It won't be horrible forever."

She wordlessly took my hand, squeezing it tight.

"We're doing this together," I say I as I draw her closer to me.

I wrap her in my arms, holding her tight. She clings to me, and my tears return silently as I rock her gently. I hold her like I'm holding the world in my arms. I hold her against me until I can't tell if I'm hearing my heartbeat or hers.

And eventually, I'm sitting alone, hugging myself and weeping. I don't know if it's hopeless tears or hopeful ones.

Either way, it can't be horrible forever.

#anais writes #i can't tell if this is depressing or uplifting or both #poetry #sorta #tw suicidal thoughts #tw depression #inner child #short story #writing

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bookwyrminspiration · 4 months

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You are like a book character thats just. Yeah what did i expect from a name like that bnfjfjfjf

Yo on the reading tho!?? I feel the revitalized pjo interest im staring at my pjo books like. Soon soon i will get to u (THO IM MISSING A FEW OF THEM AND I DONT KNOW WHERE THEYVE GONE. THEYVE BEEN STOLEN I SWEAR) i actually have been trying to read actual books again and!!! I finished one finally!!! Only took me like a month bmgkfkfk i finished call down the hawk and my local library is ab to murder me for how long ive had it-

Dude okay so i work at a movie theater right and ive wanted to see boy and the heron so badly ive just been so busy im staring at it and like ten other movies like pls i need free time. Other than that i got baldurs gate 3 and have been wandering through a world download for a minecraft series i like. And im once again cursed by my inability to finish fics so my solution is write all of it then post and now i have like two 15k wips just sitting in my notes app ive been trying to finish for like two years T-T

I've read so many books I've started to become them, and honestly? There are worst fates. I think I'd make a good like...wise character. Like the one the main character goes to when they have a question and I pull on information I don't explain how I got and set them on their quest or something. Or they discover a cursed magic item and they're like, well Quil probably knows something useful. And then I do.

Anyway! Congrats on the reading! I actually did so much reading, writing, and drawing the past week that I gave myself a headache three days in a row. Like I legit had to just sit for an hour yesterday doing nothing. I've been meaning to read Call Down the Hawk since it came out--I actually started it back then, but for some reason I only got to the part right after the crabs(?) in the dorm where Ronan gets kicked out, and then cries(?) in the garden(?). But I fully intend to return to it, I love the world of trc. And Ronan's my favorite. so.

and the pjo thing!! i've been blasting through them at the rate of about one a day just like oh my god I forgot how much I loved these. the writing style is just so fun. currently half-way through mark of athena, but I had to stop because I do this thing every year where the first book I read is a twilight book for shits and giggles, so I gotta finish life and death before I go back to it (i'm already about 3/4ths of the way done so not a huge detour).

Oh right the boy and the heron! I forgot I mentioned that--I saw it yesterday! I'll admit it did contribute to my headache, because big bright screen in a dark room is...not great. my laptop gives me headaches sometimes, but anyway. I don't think it's my favorite ghibli film, but it had a draw to it. it's quite beautiful, and it's thought provoking in its way. very ghibli-esque.

bg3!! I haven't played myself (doesn't seem my kind of game), but I will admit I did have a few moments of just being enraptured by astarion. which is so cliche of me, but what can I say? his dialogue was funny.

good luck with all of your fics though--I've got a handful that are just waiting to be edited before I post them. but the wings au and then gift exchanges took precedent, so they've been sitting a while. but! those are over now! so I plan to edit and finally post them soon. I've also got this kotlc book 1 but from fitz's pov project in the works I'm very excited to return to :)

anyway, it is very nice to hear from you tater!! giving you the biggest high five rn o7 spicy gatorade or something

#quil's queries #a-lonely-tatertot #long post #fun fact life and death is like the only twiIight book I haven't fully read before #i've read the ending but that's it #it's nearly identical (except for the ending). it's just a genderbend #and it is. wow it's an experience #though it did affirm my gender a little out of nowhere???#one of the minor characters is named quil. and this new she/her quil is the only one who's name stayed identical #everyone else their pronouns and name changed to something else starting with the same letter #but not quil #so. name so gender neutral even smeyer acknowledges it #although there are fewer q names in the first place. but there are others. like quinn #anyway

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