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sometimes i think abt dkos and be disappointed, such pretty art but the story sucks ass imo....maybe if i reread it itll be better idk :/
#lik oh fuck this is so cool#'bruce wayne is hal krypton' man..#what happened to him being some fucking guy#i like him regular#john conctantine looks cute tho so theres that#i dont call him cute ever thats like the first time#*constantine#damn#and the part where kal and brice fight is kinda weird to me idk why like whats the point#did i miss something#im starting to think that im reading this for the art rather than the plot#harley quinn looks hot theres also that#the robins are fucking cool#alfred looks so fucking rad#the outfits in that comic is so delicious i want them irl#character designs are fucking cool..story? ..meh...#cy’s mindless chatter
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I really lost an entire fucking WEEK to being sick huh like hrrrGGGG i had STUFF to DO. also i felt slightly better today so i tried to like gung ho do stuff and honestly im exhausted from doing like two things :(((( AND i have to be at stupid fucking work at 8 am tomorrow DDDDDD:
#yes i am WHINING but i literally had THINGS to DO#i have like three major sewing project to try and get done in uh. seven days. and im still sick. and im working everyday this week#also my paycheck is a good almost $300 less than it should've been bc i was SICK for a WEEK#im genuinely like. angry.#also had to fucking bribe one of my coworkers to fucking go in to work to cover my shift#bc he was like. oh yeah i know i literally promised you less than 12 hours ago to go in but now i like. don't wanna. im tired#FUCK OFF???#im so annoyed im like that's not how any of this works. and this was like. less than an hour before the shift started he was like#well i don't like. want to#and im like cool. great. super cool.#*mentally adds u to my list of entirely unreliable people*#sorry for tag rambling i just feel like garbage#i missed seeing nightvale live because i was sick#this was the first week were i was supposed to have like loads of time and do some fun things and get some stuff done that i had had in lik#over a month?#so i was. excited. for naught.#anyway uhhh bite kill bite bite bite kill
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i got pulled over and i have to go to court i think
#she came up and i was shitting myself and then she was like just letting you know you have a tail light out:) and i was so relieved and then#she asked for my license and then she came back and was like so your registration is super expired and im giving you a citation. and you#have to call this number#and theres no fine listed but like. i think i literally have to go to court. and theyre definitely giving me a fine there right? idk i#looked it up and i think the lowest i could possibly get is 200 dollars but it could be like a thousand.#it literally says that if i dont call they will issue a warrant for my arrest how fucking insane is that#the cop had a tattoo on her arm that said 'ill keep you safe' keep me safe from what my big bad expired registration#keep me safe from having a good day. or having a savings account. cool thanks#do you think if i like. fake my death and name her in a suicide note and like put in it that my last wish is for someone to tell her it was#her fault. that would probably sufficiently emotionally scar her right#also im kind of worried abt my job i think they did background checks when i got hired and idk if this is smth that would effect it but lik#its not just a ticket i think its literally a crime. like i think i have a record now and i dont know if im allowed to HAVE that at my job#im probably just doom spiraling ik but like.#i just feel so STUPID like i knew it was expired i just keep forgetting and putting it off and oh ill try and do it in the next couple week#and ive been doing that for MONTHS#but also WHY is it that serious who CARES if a vehicle is registered. does it literally matter at all like genuinely how could it effect ou#society. like how am i harming anyone.#whatever. im an outlaw. ive been watching cowboy movies and romanticizing outlaws so i guess this is what i get. im an outlaw and i am goin#to go register my car.
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looking at the event list trying to figure out which cards i want to save for,,
#orz#telling myself i dont give a shit about the cards i SWEAR#😭#michi tag#the fucking#archery cards are so pretty#specifically kaitos and shizukus#oh my god#but literally right before that is akitos focuse event#i can survive without those cards actually but after THAT is the new years liks and ohhh my god#tbh all i care about is ans card in that set#tsukasas is really cool but also really monochromatic#so i cant see shit#anyways i still really want the gamer cards so ill still save for those#but i was really hoping to get touyas focus event cards too but on second look theyre not worth pulling#as in i want them but i can survive without#i only actually care about touyas card anyways#anyways after the archery event i think ill save for uhhh samsa#and THEN the next wedding event im getting that fucking honami card mark my words#idk how much longer i can convince myself i dont actually care about the cards but if i stop i might actually drop money for this and like h#like hell im doing that. i have standards
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Mileesss
They’re in the same highschool and have a crush on each other.
She was the second highest in her class, overachiever, but there was someone who was always above her. Miles Fucking Morales. She studied day and night but even then she'd get 99 while he'd get 100. And what really got her was the fact she never saw him study. It vexed her dearly. With his puffy hair, cute chuckle, glimmering eyes, sweet smile- no.
He was always either hanging out with his friends or sketching something in his book. You'd once once saw him with a blonde girl but that was the only girl he'd ever seemed to hang around with and she randomly stopped coming to school and he seemed sadder. Darker.
There was something about him she wanted to figure him out but he didn't even know her name. Even now they were in Math and she could help glancing across at him through her locks pretending to check the time on her phone. It hadn't moved a minute.
He was sketching. She wanted to ask him what he was sketching but couldn't find the words or the confidence. He looked so calm and at peace.
"And the answer is what? Mr. Morales," The teacher, Mr. Quinn had given her a little fright.
"3," he said, not even taking his eyes off his sketch.
"That's completely- wait what?" Mr. Quinn was shocked.
"The answer is 3, right y/n," You felt your stop. You looked at him, his eyes still on his sketch. You scanned the board quickly and nodded.
"Yeah it is," your ears were ringing. You've never heard him say your name before. It was beautiful.
"Good job Mr. Morales," The teacher went on with the lesson. After the class, you went to your locker which was a few rows from Miles'. You were so deep in thought you didn't notice when you bumped into Miles. Your books almosts spilling over.
"Oh hey sorr-” I look up to see Miles. “Miles, hi, sorry,” you try to walk around him but he stops you.
"Hey hold up, wanna hang after school? " Miles asks there's a sort of hope in his eyes, begging you say yes. You'd never seen that before.
"I- uh yeah sure."
So here you were standing in front of Miles house wondering how many times to knock. You raised your hand and hit it once and before you could hit it again the door swung open. Miles stood before you in a faded basketball jersey. There was a random afro comb in his hair, he was probably in the middle of coming his hair.
"Hi."
"Hey." he opens the door wider and ushers you in. "Do you like tacos? They're spicy."
"Yes please." you say as he hands you a plate, you realise how much his house smells like him and with the taco just added to it. Unbeknownst to you he was watching you eat. He liked how you weren't all careful and how you even asked for more, his mom was in the corner nodding her head.
You both played video games in his room, and you passed out later on Miles shoulder. When you woke up you were wrapped in a blanket, Miles' back to you. His headphones in, drawing something. You got out of the bed and giggled at how dorky he looks. the cool black boy in your class you made you blush in chemistry. You looked over his shoulder, met with a pen sketch of you! Your breathe on his neck brought him back and he turned.
"Hi-i"
"Hello." you say as you grab the book flipping through it. He tries to stop you but you get out of his grasp skimming through, you see sketches of that blond girl the name Gwen beneath them, above them or behind her with random spiderman stuff around her, you almost give him back the book till you reach the other half of the notebook which is just you. Smiling, laughing, mad, all of it.
"Miles…" you pause staring at yourself. "These are really good, you're so talented."
"Thanks, I- erm, you're a great er- muse and I- lik- admire er- yea I"
"It's getting a little dark. I should go…" Miles looks like he just died inside, for a second you lose your mind and kiss his cheek. "I had fun Morales, hope you're not letting me walk back alone."
"I'll take you home." you smile and follow him out of his room, outside it chilly. You fold your arms and he tosses you his jacket.
"I don't want you freezing on your way home." your heart is in your ears.
He walks you home and waits for the lights in your room to turn on before leaving. You wave at him through your window. He waves back He's in love.
#miles morales x reader#miles morales smut#miles morales fanfic#miles morales fanfiction#miles morales x y/n#miles morales#spiderverse#miles morales fic#Miles Morales fanfiction#Miles Morales fanfic
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꣑୧ ݁.﹒𝓜𝐄𝐄𝐓 𝓜𝐄 𝓗𝐀𝐋𝐅𝐖𝐀𝐘 .ᐟ
𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐢𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐧 ┆ 𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮
ઇ ˚ ݂ ֹ ꒰ miguel o’hara 𝓍 fem!civilian!reader ꒱ ! ۟ ׅ ♡
˒ ♡ ៸៸𓂃 𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚 ˖ ׁ .ᐟ after reconciling your feelings for miguel, you have to confess and you don’t give a shit anymore.
˒ ♡ ៸៸𓂃 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒕 ˖ ׁ .ᐟ angst, fluff, slight violence, jealousy, love confessions, arguments, swearing, slapping (only once and not in a sexual manner), making out, suggestive at the end 【 mdni 】
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it’s been 5 days of heartbreak and it still fucking hurts. it’s a wound that will take a long time to heal, unsure how long or if it’ll ever heal. you try your hardest to forget but it still lingers in your heart, your shattered heart caused by that asshole.
while still suffering a broken heart, life didn’t pause. work has been your main priority, mainly as a distraction but it’s still your responsibility and life. coworkers still showed concern but didn’t want to overwhelm you with their pity. you’re still mopey but not entirely gloomy like a few days ago. the sarcasm and jokes return, your usual self. coworkers and even your boss were happy to see you like that. you may still be hurting inside but laughing and talking with your coworkers does put a smile on your face.
as you back up your tote bag prepared to leave, someone calls out your name. swiftly turning around, your eyes land on a coworker. tall brunette, probably around 5’11 or 6’0, got some muscle but not super jacked, usually wears glasses but seems to be wearing contacts, and a light beard.
“oh hey, enzo.” you offer a soft smile.
he mirrors your smile as approaches you. “hey, how are you? you doing okay?” a hint of concern laced in his tone, head tilted a little.
“eh, not so shitty like before.” you shrug. “but i appreciate you asking, truly.” a smile graces your lips.
the male nods slowly, rubbing the back of his neck with one hand. he seems to be a bit nervous which confuses you a little. “i know you’re going through something right now and you don’t have to agree!” he reassured in a nervous tone.
you raise a brow at him with a tiny smile, knowing where this is going but you want him to say it. to be honest, enzo kinda looks cute when he’s nervous.
“i just wanted know if you… if you wanna grab lunch together?”
oh. your eyes perk up.
enzo keeps rubbing his neck, a bashful smile gracing his lips as he speaks. “there’s this diner that recently opened and i know you’re a sucker for diners so… i thought you wanna try it out with me.” his eyes finally meet yours, anxiously waiting for your answer.
he’s asking you on a date.
honestly, you’re not sure if you’re up for dating considering you’re dealing with a heartbreak, despite that it wasn’t even a real relationship. enzo is a sweet guy, respectful and smart, also attractive. you two shared tiny conversations from time to time.
would one date hurt?
fuck it, why not.
“okay sure, i’ll love to.” you answer with a smile.
enzo’s eyes widen drastically. “wait, really?” he couldn’t hold back a dorky smile.
you chuckle at his reaction. “yes.”
“okay, cool!” he clears his throat after realizing how overly excited he was. “tomorrow at noon? i’ll pick you up. does that work for you?”
you nod with a little smile. “works perfectly.”
afterwords, enzo offered to drive you home, despite your many objections. the man continues to surprise you, opening the door for you like a gentleman. you say your goodbyes with a wave before heading inside your apartment building, enzo watching to make sure you enter in safely before driving away.
reality hits you when you open the door, you have a date with a coworker tomorrow.
welp, can’t be moping forever.
but little did you know a pair of scarlet eyes observing everything from an orange monitor, miles and miles away in a tall building.
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it’s been 5 days and miguel still feels like shit. his already damaged heart still hurting. his workaholic antics grew worse, almost participating in every mission just to stop his mind from thinking of you. however, it fails every time. miguel still occasionally checks up on you through the monitor he has of your street and apartment building. those ruby eyes follow your tiny figure when you walk to and from work. sometimes he really wishes you’d drive instead but he knows you like to walk, despite the heels you would wear sometimes. even though it’s not the same to see you in person, watching and protecting you through a screen he’ll accept, as long as he still sees you, still apart of his life even from far away.
observing the monitor, his thick brows furrowed when your tiny figure doesn’t appear on screen. he saw you heading to work, why aren’t you returning home? those thoughts pause when a car pulls up to your apartment building. his eyes narrow in confusion until he saw a familiar face popping out of the car. you, stepping out of the car with the help of some guy miguel has never seen before.
his face turns into a frown at the sight. who the hell is that guy? miguel doesn’t like what he’s seeing. with the touch of his fingers, he zooms in to get a clear look at this guy. his heart sinks as he watches you smile at this random wimp. when you wave at him with that same smile then head inside, miguel lowers his head in disbelief. his heart stings.
it was only a matter of time until another man waltzed in to capture your heart. a replacement much. and miguel hated it, being replaced so easily.
but what if he’s overthinking? maybe that guy is simply a friend. offering you a ride home is a kind gesture from a friend. that seems reasonable. there is nothing more than that, right? just friends.
oh miguel thought completely wrong.
that same guy pulls up to your apartment building the next day and waits outside. hunched over his desk, miguel observes through suspicious eyes, pondering what this guy’s intentions are. then, his heart drops. you step out of the building, wearing a cute white dress along with a pair of little heels. a matching white bow in your hair and a bit more makeup to emphasize your appearance than usual.
you look so fucking beautiful. that little white dress makes your appearance so angelic. as you walk, it’s like an angel stepping onto earth from heaven.
his mind starts racing. why are you dressed up so nicely? then, realization kicks in.
you’re going on a date.
miguel’s heart breaks, more than it already has been. with an aching chest, he watches the guy open the passenger door for you like a gentleman. well, at least he’s treating you well. those crimson eyes follow the tiny vehicle until the screen vanishes with a trap of his finger. miguel couldn’t watch anymore. the sight of you all dolled up for a man that isn’t him, going out with him, leaves an aching feeling in miguel’s heart. he shouldn’t be acting like this, he knows that. you were never his and he was never yours. but why does it feel like it was?
it was a simple friendship, nothing more. yet, his heart says differently. you were more than just a friend, more than a regular civilian. it was more because miguel’s heart would beat so damn fast whenever you’re near. when you look up at him with those pretty doe eyes. when you smile or laugh, it brightens up his day in a heartbeat.
miguel has been infatuated with you since.
and now he lost you because of his own actions.
“miguel, you coming?” the familiar voice of jessica snaps him out of those sorrowful thoughts.
taking a deep breath through his nose, miguel shuts off the monitors and hops off the platform. “yes, let’s move it.” with a tap to his gizmo, a colorful portal appears in front of him. he walks through it, his colleague following him to join the others for the mission. those images of you with that guy consumes his mind. this mission will distract him.
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the diner is super cute and vintage. it’s 50s themed, teal chairs and tables with pink walls. you and enzo sit in a booth in the far corner. glancing at the menu, you decide to choose the basic choice. a classic cheeseburger with a shake of your favorite flavor. enzo orders the same, much to your surprise.
“hey, i need to use the restroom real quick. i’ll be right back.” enzo said as he gets up from the booth.
“okay.” you hum with a light smile as you watch him walk away, leaving you alone.
the background music keeps you entertained. classic 50s music. pulling out your phone, you scroll on social media while waiting for enzo’s return. scrolling through through numerous videos of memes and other stuff, you come across a video of a couple. it’s shows cute moments between them. their relationship seems to be so sweet, honest and true. the way the man treats his lady with caring touches, gazing at her with hearts in his eyes. how she reciprocates those feelings and gestures. the cute hugs and kisses. they seem so deeply in love.
you can’t help but imagine you and miguel in those scenarios. oh shit — miguel. you thought of miguel while watching that video. it brought tears to your eyes as you remember all the moments between you and miguel. the hangouts at your apartment. the first night he hung out and you two shared coffee. him stopping by one day to make sure you didn’t get into trouble and snacked on a concha with you. the unforgettable rainy night when you switched him up. the day he dogsit daisy, giving you a tulip as a thank you gift for helping him. hanging out at HQ.
you didn’t even realize a tear trailing down your cheek, slightly ruining your blush. wiping it away with the back of your hand, you hope no one saw.
that’s when you finally realize.
you love miguel.
no matter how hard you try to forget him, now matter how pissed you are at him, he constantly on your mind, in your heart. you love him.
you finally allow your heart to speak for you.
that’s when you tell yourself again: fuck it.
getting out of the booth, you make a beeline to the door. enzo returns from the restroom, perfect timing. he watches you in confusion as he approaches you.
“hey. what’s going on?” he asks, slightly concerned.
“i’m so sorry, enzo. something came up and i gotta go. i’m so sorry for wasting your time and going through this effort for me.” you flash him an apologetic smile before bolting out the door, leaving the male confused and a bit heartbroken.
part of you feels guilty for leaving enzo hanging like that, ditching him to go find another man. you’d have to explain to him one day.
right now, you’re focused on finding miguel.
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passing through the streets, you make your way back to your apartment so you can take your car to HQ. as you make pace, you hear faint sounds of webbing and kicking from a distance. looking up at the rooftops, you find several figures in a fight with some lizard creature. familiar hues of red and dark blue captures your eyes, your heart skipping a beat. without wasting a second, you bolted to the building and go up the stairs of the fire escape. as you make it to the rooftop, it’s a full blown asskicking scene.
your eyes immediately land on the lizard creature, who’s being punched and kicked by two spider-people, ben and hobie. looking around, you find the one man who’s been infiltrating your mind nonstop.
“peter, aim for his head!” the classic shouting from miguel never surprises anyone. he was too occupied with the anomaly to notice your presence from afar.
“i’m trying!” poor peter b. tries following his orders, aiming for the lizard’s head with his webs.
as the asskicking continues, you make your way over with a frown. stopping at a few feet away from the chaos, you yell out with much anger.
“hey, asshole spiderman!”
that familiar voice makes him freeze, shoulders and back tensed. the one voice that’s been haunting him for days. very slowly, miguel turns around to see you standing a few feet away. his pupils dilate drastically, mouth agape underneath his mask. there you are, standing in front of him in all of your glory for the first time in five days. five fucking days of purgatory. there you are, wearing that beautiful white dress that makes you appear like an angel. miguel can feel his heart pounding in his chest.
adoration was replaced with concern because you’re in the middle of a fight. he doesn’t want you to get hurt again. no fucking way that’s happening.
“what the hell are you doing here?!” miguel exclaimed, the eyes of his mask widen in shock. “you need to get out of here, now!”
you stand your ground, frowning. “i’m not going anywhere until we talk!”
miguel stares at you in pure disbelief. “you need to go! i’m not asking you!”
“well too bad! i’m staying right here!” you fold your arms across your chest, standing in your sassy posture as you glare at him.
jesus christ. you’re so fucking stubborn and kinda stupid. he runs a hand over his face, sighing out of frustration. the last thing he needs is arguing with you, especially during a mission.
“why?! why can’t you just listen to me for one second?!” his mask disintegrates, revealing his pissed off face. “why are you here?!”
“porque té quiero, you pinche puto!”
your confession echos, leaving everyone speechless, even the fucking lizard variant. you stand there staring at him with bloodshot eyes, chest heaving due to heavy breathing. miguel stares back with wide eyes, a shocking expression illustrated on his face.
you love him?
miguel can’t comprehend those words. you actually love him? you love him, a chaotic man like him? you share the same love, feelings he has for you? his heart began beating faster, a sign of love.
the fat silence makes you feel a bit awkward, considering you just confessed your love in front of everyone. it was even more awkward since miguel didn’t respond or uttered a single word, only staring at you with those gorgeous crimson eyes. rubies staring into your own eyes, glistening in the sunlight.
you roll back your shoulders awkwardly. “okay, bye.”
swiftly turning around to walk away from embarrassment, you take one step before something wraps around your waist and yanks you backwards, twirling you in the process. a gasp erupts from your throat as you collide with a wall or at least something sturdy. feeling breathless, you quickly look up to find miguel towering over you, one hand wrapped securely around your waist, holding you close to his chest with no space between you two.
“cabrón.” you playfully hit his chest with a fist, knowing it doesn’t affect him but you’re pissed so.
he gazes down at you with pure adoration, heart beating faster than ever. he’s been wanting to do that for so long just to see your pissed off expression. definitely worth the wait. the corner of his lip curls up, forming into a smirk. just as your lips part open to say something else, miguel stops you by quickly leaning down and smash his lips against yours.
the moment you two have been yearning for.
you finally get to feel those plump lips. damn they feel nice, you melt into the kiss. miguel, on the other hand, is on cloud fucking nine. your lips taste so sweet, just like he imagined. god your lips are addictively sweet and soft, something that leaves a man yearning for more. your lipgloss sticks into his lips but he doesn’t give a shit. he tilts his head to deepen the kiss, earning a soft moan from you. it feels like it’s just you two, the rest of the world doesn’t exist like a blur. just two people intertwining their souls in a lovely moment. the sunset is a cherry on top, illuminating a dreamy scenery.
the dreamy scenery fades away at the sounds of whistling from the distance. an annoyed groan escapes miguel’s lips as you part away to look at the other spider-people from across. peter has the biggest shit eating grin, rooting for you two while mayday giggles in the baby carrier. jess simply smiles at you two, feeling like a proud mom. ben is dumbfounded by the sight, jaw dropped and eyes popping out of his face. hobie just smirks, winking at you. he’s finally glad you two got your shit together. they all got the memo, mainly due to miguel’s heavy glare, and leave through the portal with the captured lizard variant, leaving you and miguel alone.
“i—“ he looks back to you but is cut off by a slap to the face. his cheek now flushed and stings, gingerly rubbing it with one hand.
“don’t ever do that shit again.” you threaten, glaring at him with piercing eyes.
miguel knew exactly what you meant; the web lasso. but it was mainly for everything he put you through. a low chuckle spills from his lips before his expression turns sorrowful. “i’m sorry… for everything. for hurting you and pushing you away. i didn’t mean anything that i said about regretting meeting you. i’m happy that i met you, fucking grateful. i was just scared of losing you, losing another...” his shoulders sag, a small pout on his lips, hurt in his brown eyes, mimicking a sad puppy. “i know it’s a weak excuse but please believe me i’m sorry. you don’t have to forgive me, just want to tell you how sorry and regretful i am.”
emotional tears began forming as you look up at him with sad eyes, heart aching at his words. of course you forgive him because you love him and you believe his words. “you fucked me up good.” you chuckle halfheartedly and he frowns. “i cried over your dumbass.” you watch him pout more, making your heart flutter. “but that proves how much i care for your dumbass.” you playfully nudged his chest, eliciting a chuckle from the man that you love.
“lo siento, mi alma.” he gently cups your cheek with a hand and you lean into his touch, his heart skipping a beat at the sensation. “i hated that i made you cry and i never want to be the reason ever again.”
“i know.” you flash him a sad smile. “you have a lot of making up to do, tonto.” you playfully glare at him.
the corner of his lip curls up, forming a smirk. “oh yo sé, hermosa. i promise to make it up to you in best possible ways.” he states wholeheartedly as he leans in and capture your lips with his again.
you smile into the kiss, wrapping your arms around his thick neck, standing on your tippy toes. his hands come down and wrap around your waist, gently pulling you closer against him, leaving no space between. your lips intertwined in a dance, relishing the feeling of his plump lips against yours and your soft lips against his. tilting his head a bit, miguel deepens the kiss as his tongue sneaks in and licks your lips for passage. you happily accept, opening your mouth which miguel doesn’t hesitate to invade with his tongue in a hungry manner. the soft moan leaving your lips couldn’t be held back. he groans in response. his broad hands roam over your back, up to your small shoulders blades then to the curve of your spine before resting right above your ass. you shiver under his addictive touch, becoming putty.
miguel couldn’t resist anymore. he palms your clothed ass, eliciting another soft moan from you which drives him crazy. he grows more touchier, gently groping your curves through the dress, feeling your soft body in his palms. the makeout session grows a bit spicer. using his gizmo, he opens a portal behind you. grabbing the back of your thighs, miguel lifts you up and carries you in his arms. a muffled squeal leaves your lips before turning into a giggle, tightening your grip on his thick neck as support.
carrying you in his arms, miguel steps through the portal, determined to show his love for you.
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on the peppinos, postgame
i like to think the peppinos are pretty good friends now, but that certainly wasn't always the case. in fact i think they were both pretty terrified of eachother for a good couple months or so after the tower's fall. here's a moderately-sized ramble on how they went from one end to the other, with some extra thoughts on their current dynamic.
peppino's deal here is pretty obvious. being anxious and afraid of everything all the time is like his main character trait, but frankly he has every reason to be terrified of fake pep even aside from that, given the... you know. the everything. everything that went down in and around their fights, and just the nature of what fake peppino is-both as a general horror creature and also, specifically, as some kind of fucked up parody of himself that exists for reasons unknown to anybody. the only reason peppino let fp hang around in the first place was out of fear of pissing him off and getting attacked if he did try to take some action to Remove him. he tries his best not to invoke that, and stays far away from fake pep.
but fake peppino is also pretty terrified of peppino for the same reasons- he's really only ever seen peppino at his most violent, he's already gotten his ass kicked twice, and what's more he's acutely aware that he's on borrowed land and borrowed time out here. he only went to pizzeria in the first place out of instinct and because he didn't really have anywhere else to go without the tower, but he knows damn well that this is not his turf to be hanging out on, and that peppino has every right to defend it if he wants. he tries his best not to invoke that, and stays far away from peppino.
unfortunately, neither of them are perfect at that, and both of them are peppinos, so...
their paths do tend to cross on occasion. fortunately, neither of them actually want to fight again, so these run-ins never escalate to conflict, and end with them both scrambling away as quickly as they spot the other.
as it goes, time passes and they get more used to eachother at a distance; fake pep being naturally curious and poking around despite his reservations, and peppino sorta noticing fp is skittish whenever he ventures a bit past his usual boundaries. with that and the fact they've never actually had any violent encounters with eachother, peppino eventually catches the vibe that "oh maybe this thing isn't just here to menace me''. there is definitely still the aspect of "why the fuck is this freak here and what does it want" to deal with, so he doesn't drop his guard entirely, but he does go from ardent avoidance to more a... neutral observation.
and it's a bit of a positive feedback loop; fp seeing peppino being less Reactive about him means he's less worried about being Retaliated Upon & thus a bit more venturous still. perhaps even enough to be seen Inside the restaurant...?
from here it doesn't take long for peppino to start seeing fake's, uh, utilitarian benefits. he eats the rats so it's free pest control, and noise seems really afraid of him too which is funny as hell, so pep just kinda starts going lik ''oh lmao ok maybe this is kind of cool''.
for fake pep i think it was just... the first time peppino showed him any kind of thanks or congratulations for such. a moment of "??? does he like that?? does he like me?? do i not need to be afraid of this guy???" and so this is where fp starts trying to Deliberately interact with peppino a bit, and things just kinda grew from there.
i think it's neat because while peppino may have been the first to get over his fear and technically 'be accepting' of fp [shockingly???], it still takes the both of them because without fp trying to Initiate something, i really don't think pep would have ever gone out of his way to Give A Shit or achieve anything besides a mutual tolerance.
it is also so funny because like. i think peppino still is not seeing his end as anything more than a tolerance. sure, by now he knows fake pep likes him a lot, but as far as he's concerned he still only keeps fp around because he's '"'useful''", and because he thinks "ohhh i guess this guy is just never gonna leave ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ i guess there is nothing i can do about this ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ ¯\_(ツ)_/¯" when in reality it would take very little to drive fake pep off, and also, i need to reiterate, peppino has very much already beat fp's ass twice [when fp actually WAS trying to fight no less!], and could very much do it again if he actually wanted to. he just doesn't want to. he isn't actually any more stingy towards fp for all this, but it also means like, he's never going to give fp an actual "name" because that would be waaaaaay too direct an admission.
i wouldn't call peppino emotionally Stupid or immature, but i like to think he is often very....oblivious of his own actual state even when LITERALLY everyone else knows otherwise.
fp knows bc peppino lets him get away A Lot Of Shit and even openly solicit affections, gus knows bc peppino actually defending fp and/or making an effort to work him with is an insane leap of faith/trust for this man to have made, every random customer who sees the two buddying around knows, hell even noise knows [and is terrified of it] bc why the hell would the most panicky man on earth casually have a freak fucking beast around in the first place?
and nobody really tries to press peppino on this because he is stubborn. it's a good bit of denial, but it's also partially him thinking he's just being logical; "why would i be mean or try to chase him off if he's beneficial?"
if you asked him whether he was gonna give fp a name he'd get all defensive and probably straight up say some shit like ''noo you know how they say if you name it you'll get attached'.' dumbass. you are already attached.
we all know peppino is a nervous animal but really i think they are both nervous animals. pep is a nervous prey animal who's mostly stressed out and afraid for like, self-preservation reasons; and fake pep is a nervous predator animal like a cheetah who needs constant companionship and reassurance or else he's Also going to be very stressed. and they're like weirdly good at covering this for eachother & so trust the other way more than they probably realize.
for peppino it's as simple as "if this guy was going to hurt me he already would have", perhaps with a bit of extra "if this big scary thing is on my side maybe i'll have less to worry about in general" [i mean this mostly in the powerful allies "oh he can kill things for me" sense, but i'd like to think there's a bit of a confidence boost in the sense of "if i can overcome/make peace with this maybe i can overcome other things too" somewhere in there as well]
for fake pep I think a lot of it is that peppino is like completely incapable of hiding his emotions. it makes him very easy to trust in that regard, and for a guy as Unsure about everything as fp is it's very good for him to have that kind of straightforwardness. there's never any guesswork with peppino; if you are doing something he doesn't like or makes him uncomfortable...you will know it. and for the same, on the rare chances he's showing approval, you can be sure that's genuine too.
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Steel in Her Veins, Chapter: Twenty-Two
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Characters: Fem!Reader x Roronoa Zoro
Chapter Twenty-Two: The Doctor Just Pinched Me
“What did you just say?!” Sanji sputters, a cigarette spat airborne from his lips. You furrow your brow at the cook.
“What do you mean, what did I say? I said ‘let me play with your—‘” Realisation dawns on you and you swear even your blackened arm sizzles in humiliation. You reflexively bark out a nervous laugh. “Oh, for fuck’s sake, Sanji.”
Usopp, on the other hand, bursts into laughter, doubling over as he struggles to catch his breath; you shoot him a scowl and shove him hard, but his resounding cackles only intensify. Meanwhile, Sanji's stunned expression slowly morphs into a shit-eating smirk, and you can practically see the gears turning in his devilish head.
"You…dirty-minded fiend." The cook wriggles his eyebrows. "I didn’t know you had a thing for doctors."
Zoro whips his head around so hard you think for a second, he’s actually snapped it off. He glares at the cook, frustration colouring his face from his lack of understanding. “What you talking about?”
Sanji, undeterred by Zoro's glare, flashes a smug grin and leans back against the railing, crossing his arms over his chest. "Oh, nothing much, just that Raya wants to play with Law’s sword."
Yet again, Usopp breaks out in belly-aching laughter, his knees knocking onto the floor. “Oh, this is the highlight of my day!” he gasps.
“Sanji? Can you shut up now?” you scowl, feeling the familiar smell of your hair singeing in embarrassment.
Zoro furrows his eyebrows and blinks obliviously. “Yeah, it’s just a sword. What’s it to do with doctors?”
“Tch. Meathead,” Sanji grumbles under his breath, flicking his cigarette butt into the sea before strolling back into his kitchen.
“Zoro…” Brook gapes at the samurai. “Surely, you get it…you know…maybe try putting the words into a different context?”
His brows knit together in a knot of confusion, his gaze bouncing from one smirking face to another like a befuddled spectator at a carnival sideshow.
Then, like a slow-motion replay of a pratfall in a comedy of errors, realisation begins to dawn on Zoro. It starts as a flicker of recognition, a tiny flame of understanding struggling to ignite amidst the murky depths of his mind. He blinks once, twice, his expression morphing from bewilderment to incredulity in the span of a heartbeat.
Suddenly, it hits him like a ton of bricks, and his eye widens with the sudden revelation. And with all the subtlety of a charging bull, Zoro turns his gaze upon Law, his eye shooting daggers with the precision of a seasoned marksman.
"Already preying on our crew-mate, Law?" he roughly mutters out, his tone clipped short.
“Oh my God, I didn’t mean it like that!” you exasperatedly exclaim, hands flailing in the air. You turn to Law, desperation in your eyes. “I didn’t mean it like that.’
Law, ever composed, merely shakes his head with a small smirk. "I know."
"Okay, okay, so, what about it?" you quickly press on.
He glances down at the sword in his hand, then back up at you, his lips twitching with the hint of a smirk.
"You want to play with Kikoku?" he asks, the corners of his mouth lifting into what was, you suppose, an attempt at smiling. Regardless, you nod eagerly, your eyes lighting up with joy; Law looks at you in curiosity before the next set of words part from his mouth.
"I want to know why first."
You shrug nonchalantly, trying to play it cool despite the sword-like butterflies that are totally geeking out in your stomach. “I like swords."
Zoro scoffs hugely hearing this, while Usopp snickers at yet another one of your sentences, earning him a humongous slap on the head before you swerve around to Law and hiss, “You did that on purpose!”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he smoothly replies, his eyes fixing on you with a twinkling gaze. He looks down to his sharp-bladed partner, twirling her body under the sunlight like a marionette. "If there's even a dent on her, I'll be teleporting you into different pieces."
You meet his gaze with determination, a smirk rising on your lips. "Fine with me."
With a nod to you, the doctor turns to your old furry friend, making your heart squeeze again at the fact that he’s really a few steps away from you. Soon, you'll be able to talk to him. To see how he's lived, t know where he's been, who Law really is to him. And, of course, to ask where Zepo is.
“Circle the rest up and bring them on board. I’ll explain the situation to them later.”
And with a firm, “Aye, Aye, Captain!”, Bepo turns to you, giving you a large, meaningful grin - in a way that wordlessly says, 'we need to talk!' and goes to climbing over the deck, only slowly descending from your sight.
Law looks at you expectantly, his sword extended in the air between the two of you. “Let’s go, then.”
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As you and Law make your way up to the crow's nest, you can’t help but analyse the weight of Kikoku in your hands, its presence so thrilling, yet so bashfully reclusive. You can’t wait to see if you’re able to talk to her, to see what she’s really like, whether she's happy with her owner or, rather, incredibly displeased.
You steal a glance at Law, who walks beside you with his usual deadpanned demeanour, but you can't help but notice a flicker of amusement in his eyes as he watches you.
Reaching the crow's nest, you open the door and step inside, the familiar scent of wood and metal greeting you as you enter your side of the workshop. You gesture for Law to take a seat on one of the refined stools, and he does so with a raised eyebrow, his gaze lingering on the array of gadgets and contraptions scattered around the room.
"A gym and a workshop?" He comments, his tone casual as he begins to push his sleeves to his elbows. “Interesting design choice.”
You laugh a little, lovingly spreading your hand across your desk. “We have a living skeleton as our bard, and our Cyborg lives off of cola in his stomach-fridge. Wouldn’t say this is the weirdest one out of them.”
Law exhales a breath from his nostrils, not quite wanting to commit to laughter, yet still not being able to control his reaction. “Fair enough. It’s a nice set-up you have here, regardless.”
You nod in agreement, a sense of pride swelling within you at the compliment. "Thanks. It’s my baby, in a way."
Law nods, his eyes flickering to you and your arm, and before you can pick up and begin to truly get a sense of Kikoku, he ‘rooms’ it to his lap with a flick of his inked finger.
“Hey!” you snap, glaring at him. “What about our deal?”
“I'll take a look at your arm first," Law simply says. “The deal’s still on.”
Rolling your eyes, you begrudgingly comply, pushing up your sleeve to reveal the blackened charcoal of what used to be your arm. And with a soft tug, Law examines it closely, his cold fingers deftly tracing the contours of the markings as he murmurs to himself in thought.
"Well, it is a transformation," he concludes after a moment, his expression grave. "But it's different from any I've seen before. I’m going to do a few tests to understand what we’re dealing with."
You shrug, stuffing a wrapped sweet you found in one of your desk drawers in your mouth. “Do as you like, but only if it doesn’t interfere with my work.”
He purses his lips, looking deeply into your skin. “Do you have any Devil Fruit powers?”
You nod. “I do. The burn-burn fruit, specifically.”
“And can you still use them?”
“Why don’t you have a look?” A shit-eating grin begins to grow across your face before fire from your hand explodes into Law’s face – albeit you used the harmless version of your power, Law glares up at you, his eyes blown into massive saucers.
“What the fuck were you thinking?” He snaps, staring furiously at you.
You wince and inhale sharply, your upper arm punishing your childish shenanigans by pulsing angrily through you. “You’re supposed to be laughing, Law. I was trying to mess around.”
Still unamused, he looks down to your skin. “So, in short, you can use them, but it hurts like hell.”
But just as Law’s getting into the groove of his expertise, you both hear heavy footsteps cramming themselves in the entrance of the door, and you turn to see Zoro loudly stumbling into the crow's nest, his expression unreadable. Your eyes widen as he looks at you, a flicker of suspicion crossing his face.
"What are you doing here?"
Zoro shrugs nonchalantly, though there's a hint of defensiveness in his stance. "Working out," he mutters, his gaze flickering between you and Law.
You raise an eyebrow, pushing the sweet in your mouth into the corner of your cheek. “You don’t normally work out around this time.”
“I don’t remember you asking me these types of questions, either.” And with a twitch to the samurai’s eyes, he stands from afar, facing you and Law, and peels his shirt off.
He flings it in the corner of his gym, his eyes never leaving Law’s, as he begins to stretch out and flex his arms. “Got a problem?”
Law’s mouth twitches upwards slightly. “Thanks for the entertainment, I’m sure my patient’ll need it.”
You slap a hand on the side of your cheek, definitely not entertained by any of this. “Is this another dick-swinging contest I’m gonna have to watch?”
Law chuckles softly, a hint of amusement dancing in his eyes as he looks at Zoro. "Looks like it," he remarks, his tone light yet tinged with a touch of irony.
You shoot him a sideways glance, a smirk playing at the corners of your lips.
"Well, let's hope it doesn't turn into a full-blown showdown," you quip, your gaze flickering between Zoro and Law. You dramatically sigh, earning an eye-roll from Zoro. "May I remind you that you're dealing with a wounded patient, here?"
"Please," Law and Zoro both mutter.
As Law begins to conduct his examination of your arm, Zoro's presence looms in the background like a silent sentinel, his watchful gaze never wavering. You can't help but feel a pang of annoyance at his intrusion, yet there's also a strange sense of comfort in having him nearby, like a lion you’ve so begrudgingly befriended. Always on your shoulder, always watching, always growling.
Law, unfazed by Zoro's presence, focuses intently on his task, his movements precise and calculated as he ‘rooms’ in a set of his medical equipment that you assume was salvaged at the last second from his sinking ship. Then, he prepares himself to conduct the tests on your skin.
As he lowers his head closer to your blackened arm, his hands rub together in sanitiser; the smell of distilled alcohol wafts into your senses and a tiny part of anxiety wedges into the depths of your stomach. What are you both going to find out? Or – will the tests come back inconclusive? You don’t know. Honestly? You're not sure if you want to.
“This might hurt, so breathe deeply for me,” Law’s voice intrudes into the babbling of your thoughts as a mild warning, as he gently places your hand over his palm, his other hand resting over the skin. With a silent nod, you inhale and grit your teeth, ready for the familiar pulse of pain to ring through you, to turn your world upside down yet again.
And he pinches the skin at your fingertips, hard. A pause. He pinches again, but in a different section, a lot harder this time, from the way his fingers are turning white from pressure. Pause.
And nothing.
You blink, looking down at a curious Law as he pinches at the skin yet again, his eyebrows furrowed as continues to observe your reactions.
He raises his eyebrows. “You’re not pretending to feel anything, right?”
“Not at all.” You huff out a laugh, looking as intrigued as him as you flex your affected hand out over his. You cock your head, deep in thought.
“The contusion appeared from my hand first, so compared to the rest of my arm, my hand should be just a bunch of…dead, old cells. Which would make sense - that I'm not feeling anything at your attempt of contusions. Weird that you tried to bruise me, Law," you mutter, giving him a side-eye at his odd idea of doctorly testing. You then begin to prattle off on more of the medical knowledge you once used to know from your heart. From way back in Wano. From both the books they gave you, and the books you would steal. You continue, your voice now softer, more thoughtful, as you talk more to yourself than to him.
"But how am I still in control of it? How are my muscles still convulsing, if they're supposed to be dead? Shouldn’t I be unable to even move my hand, let alone use my powers?”
Law looks at you, leaning back in his chair. He retracts his hand, folding them into a tight cross, and continues to stare at you with an emotion you can’t quite place.
You stare back at him, then awkwardly look around the room. Was it something that you accidentally said?
“…What?” you mutter.
He smirks, carefully looking at Zoro and then to you. And with the lowest, quietest voice, he mutters the next few words in the stilled air between you two.
“Bepo was right. You really are her. Kozuki Raya.”
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I woke up with Poly!Sinclair rot dancing with s/o.
Enjoy.
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Welcomed reader: @sketchy-rosewitch
Song mention: Devil's Backbone, The Civil Wars.
You’re in the House of Wax, dusting, and dancing by yourself to your noise canceling headphones. It’s been a long as time since this place has seen a good cleaning, and you just wanted your lovely Vincent’s art to shine because he’s just a good artist and he’s just so fucking beautiful at what he does.
Lester comes in with Bo, looking for a place to cool off. The Louisiana heatwave is beating them down, and the AC in the wax house is always on and cooling. You catch Bo’s eyes as you dance to a slow song in your headphones, not knowing they were there. Bo stop and watches you with amazement. He going into the fake kitchen and whistles for Vincent.
“Y/n’s dancin’, Vin. Com’ watch.” He holds a grin as Vincent comes up the steps.
Lester sits in a folding chair and watches you sway, his eyes looking over you as if he was in a trance.
‘Do you know how perfect you are, y/n?’ He wonders to himself, sighing contently. He rested his chin in his head, elbow learning on a knee, as he watches your hips and body, eyes all lovey dovey. ‘Goodness, you’re perfect.’
The twins stand behind their little brother as they watched you dance in the halo of sunlight and dust. You started humming to the song, then whisper the lyrics...
"Oh Lord, Oh Lord, I beggin' you, please. Don't take those Sinclairs from me."
Yeah, you changed the lyric from 'sinner' to 'Sinclairs', but it's true as you dance to the song, your eyes ghosting over the little figures.
Bo grits his teeth and took brave steps towards you, your back still turned to him. You just look too good to be true, and you looked too good not to be held. His rough hands wraps around your hips, and you yelp at the touch, jumping out of your skin. The wheel around and almost punched Bo in the jaw, but he dodged it, stepping back.
"Easy there, Rocky," he drawls, holding up his hands to show he was unarmed. "Just Bo. That's all."
You pull an earbud out and looked at him in disbelief. "The fuck, Bo! You scared me!" You held your chest. Your eyes looked over his shoulders, seeing Lester snickering in the chair and Vincent holding back a laugh. You relaxed and giggled. "Almost nicked ya."
Bo rolls his eyes and takes a step forward to you. Without saying a word, he places a hand around your lower back and held up your hand. "Dance wit' me, darlin'," he says slow, his southern drawl echoing in his chest.
You blush and let him take the lead. You slow danced to nothing, his eyes looked into your eyes, roaming over your body and arms. He doesn't need to say anything as he dances with you, keeping you close to his chest, but his hands were loose and snug. You two stay like this for a while, him swaying you in the sunlight. you rested your head on his chest and smell the oil and aftershave leather from this morning's shave still lingering. Once he got you facing away from his brothers, he smirks, nods, and spins you.
Your free hand caught rougher hands as you were pulled into Lester's arms. "Hiya, sweet pea," he said with his goofy smile. "Mind if I hav' 'is dance?"
You managed a nod as his hands wrap around your waist, arms around his neck. His curls were sticking up from under his hat from sweat and the heat. His puppy brown eyes swaying you as if you two were high school lovers, and that's okay. He didn't take control like Bo's lead, but it was more of a comfortable lead as he stole a kiss from your lips.
"Ya lookin' like a dream," he whispers, kissing you again, nice and slow. "Really likin' ya, y/n. Make everythin' good n' betta." His voice stays soft as if he's afraid to scare you. "Yer' beautiful." His eyes shifted up and he smiles. "Looks lik' Vincey wants a turn, sug."
As soon as he says that, Vincent stood next to you and him, his wax face emotionless. Lester steps back and kisses your hand, letting you go to his older brother. He leaves the little dance floor as Vincent held up your hand and tuck his hand behind your lower back just as Bo did.
He takes lead, the dance feeling more like a waltz that you've seen in a movie, but he didn't let you trip or fall. Your eyes stayed up to watch Vincent, feeling his lone blue eye on you and a smile creeping over his lips. He's imagined dancing with you hundred of times, and to be doing it now felt amazing. Your figure in his arms as he danced with you, holding you close and careful like you were glass... you're just too good for him. For his brothers. For this dead town.
His warmth was comfortable as he lifts your face, waxed lips kissing the crown of your head. He spins you, and your hand is caught by Bo's, taking you back were you started. He steals a kiss then spins you again, Lester catching you in his arms, kissing your cheek, and passes you back to Vincent without his mask, his real lips kisses yours, then spins you again, leaving no one to catch you. All three of the brothers stood next to each other, looking at you in the sunlight's dress and dusty crown floating in your hair. They smile at you, Bo and lester taking off their hats, the bowed to you. You blush and return the guester, bowing your head towards them and lifting up to meet with their gaze, their eyes roaming over you as if you were a marble statue in a rose garden.
"Y'all make one heck of a dance partner," Lester drawled, giggling to himself, putting his hat back on.
Bo's blue eyes light up as you watched your smile. "Might as well marry ya, darlin'."
Vincent's hands move, signing, 'You're a good dancer, muse.'
You blushed as you take up your duster, the AC sending chills over your arms. "Thank you, boys. I... I never danced with someone before."
Bo shook his head at those words. "We'll always dance wit' ya, y/n," he flashes you his charming smile, "I promise ya that."
Lester nods in agreement, his brown eyes lighting up. Vincent placed his mask over his face, his hands then taking yours, pulling you into his chest. You lay your head against his shirt and sways gently again.
What a dance you'll be having. Taking each step at a time with a lion, a wolf, and a coyote. Gentle steps, humming bird. Gentle steps.
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Baldur's Gate 3 Companion!Tav Ask List
What if your Tav was a recruitable companion, instead of the main character? (contains major spoilers for the game, and for some dark urge runs as well)
General
Where can your Tav be recruited? Are they first encountered on the Nautiloid, or in the Nautiloid crash region? Or are they not recruitable until a later act?
afhiri would be recruited in the crashed nautiloid near the dying mindflayer!! you'd find her looking around at the floor for her flute, they'd be rushing about back and fourth but not actually grabbing at or moving things around to see if it's under anything - just lots of staring and hoping it'll suddenly pop out, they'd also be yelling out "where are you? where did you go?!" "pspspspsp come out!!!" and other various things fdlfdkgdg yes yes there's a mindflayer about but there's more IMPORTANT THINGS .. when recruiting them you can be like "so that mindflayer over there" and afhiri will let you know they hadn't even noticed it <3
Do the other companions have special comments or reactions upon recruiting your Tav?
scene.. afhiri is still obsessively looking for her flute. its almost like u didnt just recruit them
gale: "well they're certainly.. enthusiastic. we best keep an eye on them else we may lose them... hm." accepting he's about to become a babysitter
shadowheart: "are you sure it's wise to bring them along? they'll be more of a hinderance than a help." literally does not want afhiri here
astarion: "wonderful, you've recruited an actual clown! at least we'll have some on road entertainment." completely sarcastic btw... also doesn't want afhiri here
lae'zel: "chk, if nothing else they will be decent cannon fodder in the battles to come." ALSO doesn't want afhiri here.. fuck man
wyll: "what a delight afhiri is, it's good to have someone around who can find the joy in things despite our predicament." happie :)
karlach: also looking around for the flute now. been dragged into it
Does your Tav have any comments or advice when you recruit other companions?
@ gale: "oh my god he came out of a rock!!!!!!!" eyeing him up intensely.. "A CLOWN!!!!!!!!!!" proceeds to lose her shit
@ shadowheart: "she's quite pretty, isn't she? i like her toy! i wonder if she'll let me play with it too" ^_^
@ astarion: eyes him up and down "i think i've seen him before...." never mentions this again and if u ask them about it they're like huh??
@ lae'zel: doesn't really have anything to say.. "lae'zel looks pretty cool" with a big smile :D
@ wyll: "I'M SO GLAD YOU BEFRIENDED WYLL DID YOU SEE HIM AT THE GATE DID YOU SEE HIM STAB THAT GOBLIN WITH HIS QUIPPY ONE LINER HE'S SOO COOL HE WOULD MAKE SUCH A GOOD PERFORMER I WONDER IF HE'S EVER BEEN ON STAGE BEFORE!!!" bursting at the seams
@ karlach: "it would have been a crime to kill someone so hot..." nods sagely. misses the literal irony in her statement
What sort of general actions raise or lower their approval?
in general afhiri is super easy-going and befriends people who don't even like them.. ^_^ so losing approval will be harder but that doesn't mean raising is super easy! afhiri is just very nice to people in general!
raise:
helping tieflings
helping the poor, the downtrodden and lower class
being disrespectful to authority figures!
making jokes and doing silly things (includes lying)
performing! (you gain a lil bit of approval on performing even if you're bad)
lose:
siding with the goblins (this is the largest approval hit)
hurting + killing animals
not taking new opportunities (refusing to do quests, attacking enemies before letting them talk, etc)
being a stick in the mud with a pole up ur ass!! have some fun!!
scolding her for her antics or otherwise talking down to her
you can honestly view afhiri's approval as similiar to sera from dai if you're aware of her general likes and dislikes !!!
Are there any instances where your Tav can permanently leave the party, depending on player character actions?
no, but afhiri really won't like you killing the tieflings. they don't really give a shit about the druids but heavily empathises with the tieflings and this is the literal only time you can make afhiri genuinely angry at you. it's super easy to convince afhiri to calm down and stay however, and you can even gain the lost approval again depending on how you approach her at the party!!! (manipulation goes a long way <3)
Do they have any secrets that can be revealed? What are the prerequisites for this secret coming to light?
afhiri doesn't necessarily have secrets, but you CAN learn that the afhiri you know is essentially a persona. it requires maximum approval and very specific dialogue choices - afhiri will reveal to you that they're running from themselves and they don't plan on stopping. if you try to encourage afhiri to accept who they are and stop running, you'll take a large approval hit and afhiri will cut the conversation short and you'll take small approval hits if you ever try to bring it up again ^_^
Do they have their own personal quest that spans the course of the game? Can it take different branching paths depending on the choices the Player Character makes?
they do but not in a typical sense.
act 1: getting afhiri a flute, once you do this you'll unlock new bardic abilities for gameplay and combat! afhiri will also be seen playing the flute in camp ^_^ you can only pursue afhiri's romance once a flute has been gotten.. other instruments don't work !
act 2: you will get a sweet scene where afhiri tells you she's written a song about you and wants to perform !! afhiri will sing and dance and play their flute for you and the song will be from a selection of pre-made ones based on various decisions made in act 1! at the end of the performance you'll be given options that allow you to continue or end the romance ^_^
act 3: you've forced afhiri to return to where she's running from :) afhiri will, if your approval is high enough, mention her family. you Cannot visit, but if you encourage afhiri to pop in to see them they will Without you. if you ask afhiri how it went they'll be super dismissive and just say it was fine with a smile, afhiri won't say more even if you press the issue. it won't be satisfying and will likely get "i wish they did more with this" "did they cut visiting her family?" "that was pretty shit"
though there is some stuff that kind of counts if you keep reading ^_^
What do they say when the Player Character asks them to stay in camp? How about when the Player Character asks them to come adventuring again?
stay: the biggest wet eyes and pout you have ever seen. you are going to make the clown cry. their bottom lip is wobbling. oh my god. if you confirm they are indeed staying they snap out of it immediately revealing it was a manipulation and just sulks like FINE
come: THIS PROVOKES PURE JOY!!!! afhiri is bouncing and resisting grabbing you (where their hands instinctively go to grab changes if ur romancing!) biggest smile ever. gonna play their absolute best for you u will NOT regret this!!!!!
Does your Tav have any escalating conflicts with one of the other companions, like Lae’zel and Shadowheart’s knife-fight?
no but afhiri will have escalating flirts :).....
Are there any unique NPCs associated with your Tav that can show up during the course of the game?
hehe.. yeah <3 candor
candor will appear and if you agree, will join as a camp companion! (ideally they'd both be companions but that isn't what this is ABOUT) you get a scene in each act where afhiri and candor interact with each other and you can chime in with your thoughts!!
act 1: they meet again for the first time since tadpole, afhiri jumps into candors arms and they have .. a moment. that feels invasive to watch. this is a scene that makes you think afhiri is Not available for romance ^_^ afhiri asks you to allow candor to come with you!
act 2: you accidentally walk in on them talking quietly by themselves. afhiri is resting her head on candors arm and it has its hand on her leg... another moment where you think afhiri isn't actually available.. extra drama if you're romancing afhiri !! this is the moment where you can ask about them, you learn about afhiri being poly, you're given the option to end the romance if you're not comfortable.
act 3: takes place after afhiri's act 3 quest, meaning you need that approval to see this! afhiri and candor are having a heart to heart about being back in the city and about afhiri's wild magic!! this is when candor confesses to afhiri that it's been protecting afhiri from wild magic for longer than originally thought. you can chime in, side with afhiri, who is upset specifically because she believes candor could have done more, befriended her sooner, helped her with her loneliness and troubled childhood, or side with candor, who believes it wasn't its place to interfere and only chose to eventually interfere because it felt it had to for afhiri's continued survival - it wasn't required sooner because afhiri wasn't in danger despite the hard life they were living. you also have the opportunity to not get involved, either by not taking a side and seeing BOTH their points, or by walking away.
in order to see afhiri's TRUE FULL QUEST!! u need to bring candor as a camp companion :) fuck everyone who refused candor to join. especially if they did it out of possessive jealousy of afhiri!!!!!!! PUNISHMENT!!!!!!! (yeah. gamers wouldn't like me)
Are there any moments in the game that trigger unique dialogue for your character? (Like Gale’s anecdote about the barfight after you save the goblin prisoner)
the first time you perform ^_^ so it requires you to either be a bard, get the instrument proficiency feat, or just play a random instrument you find very badly! so it's pretty missable!
no matter what, even if you're bad, afhiri gets excited and wants to play with you!! you also gain approval ^_^
Story Specific
How does your Tav advise the player character when it comes to the Dream Visitor?
afhiri has no advice :) it was just a dream man idk. did you eat something funky
How do they advise the player character on Raphael?
raphael looks like a rich snob with too much money so afhiri DOES NOT LIKE. so afhiri will, not really getting what's going on, not want you to take the deal on the fact that he looks like a prick they should rob instead
How do they react to Astarion biting the Player Character?
afhiri, not knowing or understanding what a vampire is, "did you at least ask for consent"
How do they react to the Player Character letting Abdirak whip them?
head tilt of curiousity and naivity until there's blood and you're screaming and then they're looking around like what the fu
How do they react to the Player Character taking their first tadpole power?
afhiri will think it's kinda icky but won't comment beyond that!
Will they stay with the Player Character regardless of siding with the goblins or the tieflings, or is it possible for them to leave the party permanently?
they'll stay!
What can they be found doing at the tiefling/goblin party?
performing! afhiri will be playing her flute in her idle animation ^_^
Do they have comments on who the Player Character chooses to spend the night with?
i'm gonna say no because i highly doubt afhiri fucking noticed or fucking cares. like if you approach afhiri and you're like HEY.... DID SMTH NASTY LAST NIGHT WITH WHATS ER FACE. yeah afhiri's interested now... but in general afhiri is not shoving nose where nose is not wanted. act 1 too early for afhiri to be a prying bitch
Do they have unique dialogue if the Player Character lets them die when they steal the Blood of Lathander?
probably smth really dumb like. "well that was bright!!!! anyway hi :D"
How do they react if the PC licks the dead spider in the Gauntlet of Shar?
"did it taste good? can i lick it?" you're both dead on the ground
What do they say if the PC tries to force them to go up on stage with Dribbles the Clown?
this is the best moment of afhiri's life. feels kinda nervous because oh my god, oh my god, it's DRIBBLES!!! this is their moment. their moment to prove themselves. FINALLY! FINALLY THEY CAN SHOW DRIBBLES THEY ARE THE BEST CLOWN!!!!! afhiri is PUMPED. this moment is EVERYTHING. this is the afhiri's nightsong moment, afhiri's ritual.. you get the point
Is it possible for your Tav to be kidnapped and replaced by Orin? How is Orin's deception revealed? How do they react to the PC rescuing them in the Temple of Bhaal?
afhiri cannot be kidnapped because afhiri would simply dodge orin. u cannot kidnap a circus weirdo. however i could have some insane thoughts about orin ATTEMPTING it and giving up with frustration :)
How do they react to the PC either allowing Astarion to ascend or convincing him to spare the 7000 spawn?
afhiri does not grasp what this means. afhiri cannot visualise 7000 souls as 7000 living breathing people - except they're not they're uh. dead. anyway. afhiri can't do it. so will afhiri react? no. very like "huh?" and no one will take the time to explain . gale might explain later at camp. then its "huh..." and u got nothing else cuz THEY CANNOT VISUALISE IT ......
How does Tav react to the PC becoming a mind flayer? Can they offer to become one themselves? Does their reaction change if they’re romanced?
afhiri would give a very chill oh that's cool!! that's pretty sick!!! ohhhhhh !!!! awesome !!!!!! type of reaction. would not offer however because afhiri don't understand what the fuck goin on thinks ur doing it just for funsies. cuz u wanna. ^_^ romance would get no other reaction beyond maybe a line about being curious how u kiss each other now and also what those tentacles do
How do they react when the Dark Urge first reveals their amnesia and murderous thoughts to them?
afhiri don't rly know what amnesia is. once u explain its very oh..... okay..... F. reaction. emotionally stunted and unavoidable gamer reaction. murderous thoughts? very haha and then what. afhiri doesn't take this Seriously.
How do they react to the Dark Urge killing Alfira?
see this will make afhiri very sad because ALFIRA BARD FRIEND. WEARING A FUNNY JESTER OUTFIT. ALFIRA :HANDSHAKE: AFHIRI!!!!!! so afhiri would be sad to find out alfira is dead but likely would not believe the durge did it because durge is friend :)
If romanced, how do they react to the Dark Urge trying to kill them in Act 2?
i basically just answered this huh. haha and then what :) its so funny how i keep saying afhiri don't take shit srsly. like afhiri would not believe ur actually gonna try and kill them. they're just vibing and think ur being a bit kinky
Romance
Is your Tav a romanceable character? Are there any specific requirements to romancing them?
afhiri is romanceable and without the flute from her act 1 quest the romance is locked out entirely. if you enter act 2 without giving the flute, romance is locked for good!
Does your Tav need to be flirted with to start the romance, or will they approach the PC themselves if approval is high enough?
afhiri needs to be flirted with at least once for her to see you in that light. if you don't keep flirting, afhiri will approach you!
Are they a polyamorous or a monogamous option?
poly!!! if you ask afhiri to be mono it will ONLY work if you didn't recruit candor or you sought to drive a wedge between them, so they never reached a romantic point, however they will STILL be very close and intimate, otherwise afhiri will say no because candor is too important to them.
afhiri will accept poly with every single companion no questions asked ^_^
Do they have a special romance scene at the tiefling/goblin party?
afhiri does!! you approach them and they're all exhausted and tired but immensely happy and in their element because they've been playing and performing the entire party, and you talking to them is giving them a short break. if you ask, afhiri will come to you after the party when they've finished performing and everyone's going to bed!
the scene will be you and afhiri by the water. u sit down and afhiri gives u a private session thats a much more delicate and gentle song just for u . she doesnt sing its just a tune. (note: if u romance her in act 2 she will play this same tune but this time will start singing a song she wrote for u) u then talk a lil bit about the party and everything uve been thru so far. afhiri is pretty useless during it but its used as a way to show the player how disconnected afhiri is. afhiri acts as escapism for the player from the story!
Does the romance have different branching paths, or just one route to take?
it'll have just one path, but micro changes (like small dialogues) based on candor things!
How do they react to the player character breaking up with them, or choosing another character over them?
hmm.. afhiri would ultimately be very chill about it. theyd be sad about the fact you cant hold hands and cuddle at night and kiss and stuff anymore. and theyd ask if you CAN still do that stuff but as friends (offering a fwb alternative!!!!) if you say no theyll be fine but a tiny bit moopy because they had fun with you and liked being close to u. but ur not gonna get no grand statements or tears from afhiri! and would be happy for you if u found love with someone else c:
What questions can Zethino ask the PC about Tav in the Love Test?
question one: what kind of performer has afhiri always dreamt of being?
available answers: a bard, a clown, something unique and different
something unique and different is the correct answer! no approval changes.
question two: afhiri has left their life behind on nothing but a whim, what is afhiri running from?
available answers: responsibility, their family, dribbles
dribbles is the correct answer and gains approval! if you select responsibility or their family it will also be considered correct but will gain disapproval.
question three: what does afhiri need the most?
available answers: to grow up and act like an adult, freedom, to become the best clown in the world
to become the best clown in the world and freedom are both correct. no approval changes!
If they’re poly, do they have a reaction to the PC engaging in a relationship with Halsin?
down for it. down to be a polycule. down to also date halsin. down for threesomes. down for it all!!!!!!!! afhiri a free spirit baby.
How do they react if the PC has sex with Mizora? The Emperor? Haarlep?
GET IT!!!!! GET IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! afhiri doesn't really have any concept of like. sleeping with a devil or an incubus is like, realistically a bad idea, so its just. DAMN YOU FUCKED THAT HOT PERSON?? NIIIICEEEE!!!! high fives!!!!! with the emperor its just the same thing. you got laid? fuck yeah. high fives!
Will they join in with the PC and the Drow Twins, or no?
ABSOLUTELY!!!!!!!!!!!!! AFHIRI IS DOWN!!!!!!!!!! u have got the most giddy tiefling right behind you, going 'eeeeee' with excitement, bouncing up and down looking at you with large pleady eyes CAN WE PLEASE? CAN WE PLEEASSE??? I REALLY WANT TO!!!!!!! if tav says no you bet ur ass afhiri is hanging around there like hehe can i anyway
What are Tav’s plans for the future? Do they propose to the PC, or is marriage not something they’re interested in?
afhiri is an independent soul .. doesn't wanna get married ... doesnt rlly wanna move in either.. being with afhiri longterm is accepting uve got a partner whos adventurous and wants to explore and see the world and meet new people!!! now afhiri WILL settle down after years together because afhiri will lowkey become commited with you without labels - if YOU involve labels thats just gonna push afhiri away. so just be patient with her.. like a stray cat who sleeps in ur house and eats ur food. one day they'll just stay if you're patient with them!!!!!! also being with afhiri is accepting her free spirited nature... afhiri is gonna date and sleep with other people, AND YOURE ALLOWED TOO!!, so afhiri long term is not for anyone who wants the domestic monogamous life
#fray.txt#oc afhiri#ok this took me forever but i finally fucking finished#im not tagging anyone cuz its SO LONG and it was an ask game first#pls let me know if i didnt answer smth or left smth unfinished. i cannot read thru this again LOL
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We all know you would be a shark if your were an animal, but the real question is what kind of shark would you be?
OH MY GEEEEE YES LEMME YAP ABOUT THIS GIRL I COULD TALK CIRCLES ABOUT THIS OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OKAY OKAY OKAY
my all time fav pookie when it comes to sharks are tiger sharks. they are just so gorgeous and also i think it's so funny that they will legit eat anything. like these sharks have been found with LICENSE PLATES in their tummy liks bro you eating cars??? cool
but also whale sharks are so so majestic and gentle giants and im hoping for my 21st to go to mexico and swim with them bc that's the DREAM frfr
but then we got little babies like epaulette sharks who can LITERALLY walk on land like hello good sir????? also pajama sharks are so pookie coded like the most pookie to ever pookie frfr OH and lemon sharks like yes fruity get it
AHHHHH and we cant forget our flexible kings the threshers!!! also their eyes look so goofy all the time i love it. constant fish eye lenses for eyeballs which is funny bc they ARE fish!!!
OH OH OH and my mamma's favs are makos. i think they are kinda fugly but honestly?? they just a good orthodontist and they're set for life-
ummmm and who doesn't love a good old fashioned scalloped hammer head???? like, bro is legit ethereal with his little bumpy head and his inability to see straight in front of him lmao
wait- what was the question again????? jkjkjk
ughhhhh i can't pick lmao i love them all so much. (except great whites and bulls but that's just bc they are 1. a basic answer and 2. bull's genuinely scare the shit out of me bc they have so much fucking testosterones in their bodies and also can go from salt water to fresh water and i always thought they'd be in my local lake, even tho we are legit three hours from the ocean lmao-)
im probs gonna go with tiger sharks bc i think it would be fun to eat a license plate frfr
*bows as im boo'ed off stage and tomatoes are thrown at me*
#this yap session was sponsored by shark week lmao-#screaming in marine bio#return to sender ౨ৎ#all my love ౨ৎ#loved this question frfr!!#thanks for letting me yap
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Fade Into You, Chapter Two: Holy Ground
pairing: nyc bookstore owner au!ezra (prospect) x f!reader
rating: M (nothing much here really besides reader’s pining and ezra’s charm, definitely ooc ezra but it’s an au so who cares!, talks of money/wealth/privilege, a situationship forming in front of our eyes)
wc: 2.7k
a/n: just as a disclaimer, these chapters are going to range in length. i know some people really love short chapters and some really love long ones, but i’m trying not to focus so much on word count anymore, just gonna try to stop when it feels right (to me)! but i’m sure once we start seeing their relationship evolve, so will the length of each chapter.
series masterlist | previous chapter | FIY PLAYLIST
Mid October
“I feel like these are only ever good straight out of the oven.” Jay was standing in your tiny kitchen, taking a tray of store bought frozen Halloween cookies out of the oven.
“Yeah, as soon as they get room temperature they get hard as a fucking rock,” you agreed, sitting cross-legged on your beat up leather sofa with a bowl of popcorn on your lap. Halloween was queued up on your TV, the big light off with only the orange and yellow glow of the string lights you’d hung on your TV to illuminate the room. As Jay walked over with the entire pan, setting it down on the coffee table, their phone started to ring, the sound of a generic banjo filling the room. “You gotta change your ringtone.”
“It’s for the bit,” they said, tugging their phone out. “It’s Ezra.”
Your head whipped up to look at them, your eyes wide with interest as she pressed her screen to accept the call, putting it on speaker.
“Hey Ez, you’re on speaker,” they said.
“Hey, just calling to see what you’re up to,” he replied.
As Jay filled Ezra in on the movie marathon the two of you had been having since noon, you mindlessly shoveled popcorn into your mouth, watching the screen as though his face would appear if you willed it hard enough.
“Is that the girl you were telling me about?” he asked after hearing Jay mention you by name.
“Yeah, you two need to finally meet,” they said, giving you a wink and a nudge with their elbow.
“Well, I just got back in town and was going to invite you to meet me for a showing of Practical Magic in the park in an hour, but if she’s up for it, she can come and we can finally introduce ourselves properly.” Your eyes widened and head began to shake in a silent plea for them not to accept as Jay turned to look at you with a wide smirk, their amusement over your crush evident in their voice as they ignored your anxiousness and let him know that the two of you would be there before hanging up.
“Oh, I’m gonna puke,” you groaned, squeezing your eyes shut as you let your head fall back against the sofa. “I don’t have any time to prepare myself! I don’t even—what do I even—fuck.”
“Jesus, it’s just Ezra. He’s just a forty-four year old man who’s scared of commitment, not the fuckin’ messiah,” they teased.
“Yeah…you’re right,” you nodded, taking a breath of composure before standing up to walk over to your closet. “Alright. Super chill. ‘Hey Ezra, totally haven’t been fantasizing about you for the last month or anything. Super chill to meet you.’”
“Oh lord. I really do not get straight people,” Jay sighed teasingly, and you gave her a cocked brow as you turned around.
“Who said I’m straight?”
The city had finally started to cool down, the brisk autumn breeze hitting your cheeks caused you to shiver as your navy knitted sweater did its mediocre job at keeping you warm while you walked through a lamplit Central Park with Jay at your side, their pale skin turning pink on their cheeks and at the tip of their nose.
The park was still full of life even in the pale moonlight; lovers strolled together hand in hand to the soundtrack of giggles from children on the playground as their parents looked on, or a few lonely souls sitting in contemplation on the park benches, wondering where they lost that childish joy. You liked to try and imagine their lives, the happiness and the sadness looming in their history weighing on them in a way you could only ever imagine and never feel. Sometimes if you thought enough about these faces without names, you could feel your heart breaking for them and tears would swell in your eyes, but tonight you couldn’t muster the energy to ruminate on anything but your own life—of the anxiety you felt over finally meeting this character you’d created in your mind.
“Oh, there he is.” Jay’s finger pointed at a park bench where a lonely looking man sat scrolling through his phone, the blue light glowing on his face. “Ez!”
Ezra looked up, a smile growing on his face as he stood, tucking his phone away into his back pocket.
“Jay bird,” he greeted them, pulling them in for a fatherly hug. “Missed ya.”
“Missed you too, old man,” they teased, pulling away to point at you.
“Hi,” you smiled, holding your hand out for him as you gave him your name.
“Ezra—nice to meet you.” You felt a stab of insecurity in your stomach as his eyes bounced across your features for a beat, suddenly feeling all-too aware of each flaw you picked apart in the mirror just that morning. “This isn’t a line, but the way your eyes are sparkling right now is making it hard to look away from you.”
“Oh?” was all you could manage, your heart’s quick patter making it hard to think of anything clever to say, Jay’s chuckle finally pulling his attention away.
“Quit it, she’s shy,” Jay scolded, swatting his shoulder playfully.
“Is that right?” he asked, one side of his mouth lifted in a smirk as he turned back to you.
“Unfortunately,” you blurted nervously, earning a deep, crackly chuckle from him that helped to warm you up better than the wool covering your body.
“Hang out with Jay’s crowd long enough and soon you won’t be,” he said, turning to Jay. “Let’s go find a place to sit.”
You walked beside Ezra, Jay on his other side, and found yourself counting each step and breath as his warmth radiated against your arm. You wanted to lean in, slide your arms beneath his leather jacket and hold him so close that you could hear the beat of his heart, but for now, you stuck to counting your steps.
“So fill me in,” he said, his elbow nudging yours. “Who are you?”
You took in a necessary breath and shrugged.
“Not sure yet,” you answered honestly. “I’ll be sure to let you know when I figure it out.”
Ezra chuckled and nodded, a permanent smile on his face as he kept his eyes forward.
“Well, tell me what you know so far,” he urged before pointing at an open spot in the grass in front of the large projector screen.
“Uh, well, I’m a writer—“
“See, that’s good information,” he grinned, shrugging off his backpack to unpack a blanket. “What do you write?”
“Some poetry, some fiction,” you said, watching as he and Jay laid out the blanket.
“I’m going to go get some food from concessions, you two want anything?” Jay asked.
“Yeah, just a beer,” Ezra said, tugging out a twenty and handing it to her. “And whatever our writer friend wants.”
You smiled at him before looking to Jay. “I’m okay, thank you. Are you sure you don’t need help?”
“No, you two get acquainted, I’ll be fine.”
You gave them a subtle look of terror, only earning a reassuring nudge of their head towards Ezra as he took his seat on the blanket.
“So you’re a writer,” Ezra said, his eyes following you as you awkwardly sat down at the furthest corner from him, crossing your legs to take up as little space as possible. “Is that how you met Jay?”
“No, I actually met her in your shop,” you said, finding the courage and confidence to meet his eyes.
“And we haven’t crossed paths yet?”
“Well, we sort of did once—the first time I came into the store, but you were leaving so it makes sense—“
“You must’ve caught me on a bad day,” he interrupted. “Those eyes aren’t the kind of eyes I’d normally forget.”
“Still not using a line?” you chuckled.
Ezra smiled, looking down at his lap before meeting your eyes again.
“Not a line if it’s sincere,” he said, shrugging with a smile as he turned to look around at the crowded park, each group talking amongst themselves like the world consisted of just them, just like it felt with you and Ezra. “Are you from the city?”
“No, I just moved here,” you said, continuing on about your hometown and the stark contrast in environment.
“How are you liking the change?” he asked, leaning back to rest against one elbow.
“It was overwhelming at first, but in a good way.”
“How do you mean?” he probed, full of sincere interest.
“Just…the thought that I could be anybody here—it’s overwhelming but an exciting kind of overwhelming. I’ve just been trying to figure out where I belong in the midst of all this energy.”
Ezra’s smile grew into a grin, his eyes batting fondly at you as he watched you mimic his position, your body now achingly closer to his than it had been just seconds prior.
“What about you?” you asked in a whisper, turning your eyes to face the projector screen that started to glow with the start of the movie.
“Too long of a story to tell right now,” he whispered back with a smile.
“Make room for me,” Jay said as they returned with two beers in one hand and a tray of nachos in the other, nudging their chin at you to scoot closer to Ezra. You obliged with both hesitance and eagerness, once again counting your breath as his arm brushed against yours. “Here, can you pass Ez his beer?”
“Sure,” you said, grabbing the cold bottle and handing over to Ezra who sat on your other side, his warm fingers brushing against yours as he accepted it.
“Thanks, honey,” he whispered, and although the endearment caused your head to buzz, it seemed to be something casual to him, as if he called all of his friends these pet names. A good chunk of you hoped that wasn’t the case.
After the movie, Jay made up some excuse about going over to a girl’s house, leaving Ezra to walk you to the subway, his jacket over your shoulders even though you insisted you were fine (you weren’t).
“So,” you said, breaking the silence between you as you walked through the park to get to the 96 Street Station to catch a subway headed for your neighborhood in Harlem. “Are you from here?”
“I am,” he nodded, stuffing his hands in his pockets. “Born and raised. My family is sort of…I guess we’re old money. Or, they were. I’m just a bookstore owner.”
“With more money than God,” you added, earning a laugh.
“I’m trying to get rid of it,” he replied, shrugging.
“You don’t like being rich?”
“I recognize it’s a very privileged problem to have,” he chuckled. “But no, I don’t really care for all of it. I just don’t see why one man with no kids, no family, should have so much while other people are struggling. So, I spend every single day trying to pawn it off on other people, try to help distribute the wealth.”
“How’s that working out?” you asked, your eyes fixed on his profile as you walked, the streetlamps illuminating his skin every few steps, bathing him in yellow glow.
“It’s a surprisingly difficult thing to accomplish, at least with an accountant like mine,” he chuckled. “Sometimes I just settle for not making any more money. I price my books specifically so I don’t make profit, I let people stay in the apartments my family owned rent free. My father’s rolling in his grave, I’m sure.”
“How did you guys get so rich?”
“Prospecting,” he said, glancing over at you. “My great-grandfather owned a lot of land that had a lot of minerals and stones, or…something. I never cared enough to ask questions.”
“What an odd life you live,” you teased, earning a playful nudge from his elbow as you rounded the fence to walk into the subway tunnel.
“Tell me more about you,” he prodded, keeping his body close to yours in a display of protection as a strange man began to stare at you too much for either of your liking. “What are you writing?”
“Well, it started as romance, but then I scrapped that once I started really thinking about the character and what she wanted. I figured it wasn’t love she craved. What she really wanted was to prove to her mother that she was capable of being loved. So, that led me to where I am now, just a story of a mother and a daughter and all the traumatic shit that goes into that relationship.”
“What a beautiful mind you’ve got,” he said, his eyes on you as you looked down at your shoes with a bashful smile. “Do you know how it ends? Do they heal? Or does it stay broken?”
“Well,” you lifted your eyes to meet his, a playful smirk on your face. “I guess you’ll have to wait for me to write and publish it to find out.”
“My best friend owns an indie publishing company,” he shrugged. “Just let me know when you’ve got it finished and I’ll help you get in contact with him.”
“Oh, you don’t have to—“
“I like helping people who are passionate about what they do,” he interjected. “And I can see how much you love what you do, it’s what makes your eyes sparkle like that, even in this shitty subway light.”
“Are you always this good with your words?” you asked, bumping your shoulder into his.
“I sure try to be,” he smiled.
“Well,” you lifted and dropped your eyebrows. “Makes it hard for a girl to tell if you’re just being friendly or if you’re flirting.”
Ezra studied you for a minute with that closed mouth smile that he always seemed to wear, his eyes bouncing across your features even when you looked away from him in a fluster.
“I’m not…a partner,” he said, a careful lilt to his voice. “I don’t believe in…lasting things, at least in lasting love. I can’t be a partner to you. I’m the guy people sleep with until they find their partner.”
“I’m not looking for a partner,” you said, unsure of where you found the courage. “So, if that’s what you’re worried about, don’t. I’m new to this city, to all of this. I don’t want to jump into anything, I just want to…I don’t know…live a little.”
“Well, here,” he said, reaching into his pocket to pull out his phone. “Let’s trade numbers and just…see what happens. No pressure, no expectations, just call me when you need a friend, or…something more if you feel like it.” He smiled. “Whenever you feel like it.”
You only grinned and nodded as you typed your number into his phone, feeling as though you’d stumbled onto some sort of prize you weren’t qualified to win. You tried to silence the voices inside that screamed at you for even daring to believe that a handsome, kind, self-aware, rich man like Ezra, with a world of opportunities at his fingertips, would want you. You knew that you had your own value, your own beauty and intrigue—you were a prize, too.
“Can I take the subway with you?” he asked as you handed his phone back. “Not—I’m not trying to follow you home or anything, I just don’t want to stop talking yet.”
“You want to ride all the way to Harlem and back with me? Just to talk?” you laughed.
“If you’d let me,” he smiled. “I think you’re interesting, and hard to read, and…well, I guess the best word for it is captivating.”
“Where does ‘beautiful’ fit in to all of that?” you joked.
“I knew you were beautiful the second I saw that sparkle in your eyes,” he said, his eyes flickering to your lips. “That’s not what captivates me, that’s obvious. What I find uniquely interesting is your mind, your thoughts and where they come from, and especially the way you string those thoughts into words. That’s…that’s captivating.”
With no room to argue and no words to describe what his words meant to you, you offered him a simple smile and nod before the two of you were filing into the subway, that dirty tile floor becoming holy ground in the matter of a second.
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what do you like most about writing each south park character?
Oh MAN I love this question! I’ve only ever written from the perspectives of Stan, Kyle, Kenny, Cartman, Butters/Marjorine, Craig, and Tweek, so I’ll be focusing on those seven!
Stan I adore making him a massive simp like ohhhh my god Stanley Down Bad Marsh my son hes kind of a loser sometimes and we love him for it! He’s definitely one of my favorites to write and I project onto him a good deal and have a few running gags with him, like a lot of the time I put him in clothes that I actually wear, have him reference media I enjoy, make him vegetarian every single time, just… Stan. What an icon. I love when he’s just so Done with the shenanigans around him too lmao
Kyle is my other favorite, easy, like he lends himself out so well to serve as the voice of reason and there’s so much to do with his character over every au! The majority of my Kyles are very empathetic to a fault, mostly idealistic in their worldview, very introspective, which is super fun to explore! It’s also fun to delve into his hypercritical side, when he portrays a false confidence that he doesn’t feel, when he’s everyone’s go-to. I really enjoy writing style because like yeah they’re in love, but they’re best friends at the root of that, and it’s important to me that their relationship is built off that bond.
Kenny! Dude Kenny is such an inherently complex character, whether you factor in the immortality or not, but he’s so interesting because he’s kind of a comic relief character on the surface, but holds this deep melancholy. He’s another favorite of mine to write and I have so many headcanons for him, like how he’s incredibly good at reading people, super good at making friends and cheering people up. Also I LOVE making Kenny unhinged as shit, like he is my vessel for inappropriate jokes and out of pocket comments, just so much eccentricity because he deserves it damnit! King shit. Or princess shit, perhaps ;)
Ok Cartman, I had SO many hang ups writing Cartman when I first started. I had absolutely no clue how to tackle him, because I don’t really like writing truly evil characters, and when I was super new to sp fanfiction I thought that was the only way I could really do him, that or leave him out. But YALL!!!!!! Once I realized I could write him as actually caring for his friends but just being an abrasive fuckwad for the hell of it, everything changed!!! He is SO GODDAMN FUN TO WRITE like the Cartmanisms are delightful to come up with and he is EASILY one of my favorite characters to include now! His commentary is fucking hilarious and he will deadass just say anything, I can’t BELIEVE I spent so long avoiding writing him bc he’s a blast and the most unserious guy you will ever meet also he absolutely reads fanfiction that guy is devouring dead doves. One of these days I’ll make a list of my favorite cartmanisms I’ve written.
Butters/Marj, so I don’t necessarily have more of an attachment to either version, but I think my favorite thing about writing them is the speech pattern! Butters has more of a hesitant way of talking and that’s honestly super fun to translate into writing. I like making them a really nurturing character, like as the station medic in ATLCTS, but also pretty gullible to shit like pyramid schemes like in the OrangeJuiceVerse. Another character that I hesitated to write from for a hot minute because I wasn’t sure how I wanted to go about it, but Butters/Marjorine is really fun to switch up the rhythm of the prose!
BY FAR my favorite thing about writing Craig is giving him pointless beef with Stan, like when this mf does not care about shit except his bf and stripe it’s so fucking funny to me. In In The Truly Gruesome I had SUCH a blast making him so quick with the comebacks and the nonchalance like bruh he is so damn funny for no reason that’s probably one of my favorite Craigs I’ve written. His relationships with people in his life are really cool to explore too, like in the later OJV he’s really good friends with Kyle, and their differences in personality that au are super cool to work with!
Similar to Butters, Tweek is fun to write because of the distinct speech and thinking pattern! His prose, the slight stutter and hesitation, like you can tell when it’s Tweek talking. That’s part of the reason I alternated chapters in Broken Bottles From Apartment 2 between him and Kyle, because of the juxtaposition of their ways of thinking and talking. Whereas Kyle is concise and deliberate, Tweek is more scattered and sporadic, which is an interesting contrast!
Aight man that’s it for this ask, I hope I made some semblance of sense, thank u for asking about this!!!
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Galactik Football season 3 rewatch, eps 10 - 12
Episode 10:
So we open up with Yuki getting mad at Micro-Ice and thinking Zoleen is his girlfriend, and Mice is dumb enough to not reject that claim when she asks him directly if they're going out. He also barely acknowledges Yuki's birthday despite previously rehearsing this dramatic confession of love to her. Thran and Ahito are literally, and I mean literally the only Snow Kids that don't have any love drama going on (I know Mark's got something coming) and every single one has revolved around love triangles, whether misunderstood or not. I can't take this anymore, I'm at my limit.
Anyway, *hits play again*
Since when did this Cyclops dude have a wholeass funded show, when he wasn't even a proper journalist before?
WOOWAMBOO RETIREMENT RUMOUR?! SAY IT AIN'T SO!
Oh christ this is the start of the Sinedd parents arc isn't it. Holy shit they try to stuff so much into this season. But happy we finally got the backstory on Sinedd with him not being born on Akillian!
I can barely watch this segment holy shit it's just so awful (in universe, I mean, not the writing). Not just because I know they're con artists but it's so sudden, Hush Sharky making a whole spectacle of this on live TV in front of an audience and Sinedd had NO IDEA that he was going to meet his freaking PARENTS. WHO HE THOUGHT WERE DEAD ALL HIS LIFE. This emotional and insanely personal moment being used for entertainment fits with the corporate hellscape that the show takes place in, but what the hell. He has the full right to be pissed at Sharky.
Not the con artist parents running off immediately when the ground starts shaking 😭 Parents my ass
lol of course Micro-Ice has to fall in the cake. I think they use him for slapstick too much in this season
Tbf I quite like the villains in this season, it's an interesting dynamic with Lord Phoenix having his own motives but losing control of Vega
Sinedd's reunion with his parents is a pretty sweet moment if it weren't for the fact that IT'S A LIEEEE ToT.
Aarch yelling at Artegor about Adim... all this drama...
THE GIRLS ARE FIGHTIINNNNGGNGNGG and it's so silly
This is how I picture it
Is that the fucking Netherball music
The little TV spots with Yuki and Mei talking about each other before the match are cute! Makes the world feel more lived in and gives us some more interactions between the girls, even if not directly face to face here
I like Mei berating Sinedd for taunting Yuki when she's injured but... girl. He was always like this. You knew this. Why are you surprised?? They never actually showed him becoming a better person, just that he suddenly liked Mei and convinced her to join the Shadows. And Mei does not strike me as a poor judge of character so why would she date him....?
Wow Elektras not letting Mei through to help her friend? Why? They were literally celebrating her birthday together tf??
Poor Yuki, what a shitshow of a match for her although she did score a goal (I'm guessing the Breath is more powerful than the Elektra's flux since she's running in to attack). Loved her lil' chat with Mei though, I will say this season gave us more of the girls in the team being friends which I really do appreciate.
Here for the other Shadows players cooing and awing at Sinedd with his parents, I want to see more of what the team dynamic is like since they seemed to welcome him quickly back in season 1
Thran coming through with his tech knowledge!
Episode 11:
Does Bennett just carry a harmonica on him all the time haha
Harvey fought in the flux war?? ok cool lore I guess?????
Corso wondering whether to trust Sonny just because he didn't bring up Magnus straight away is a bit weird? I just feel that with all they've been through, it would take more for Corso to start questioning his faith in Sonny. This is also like, a 5 minute plot point that goes nowhere so why???
Tia talking with her parents about her concerns is an improvement from what their relationship used to be like in season 1, it's good to see!
Oh so Mei is a striker now. Is this implying that Mei's decision was influenced by her mother? Weren't we over that?? Still kind of sad to see her mum dismiss the SK and seem like she's still the same. Mei probably feels she'll never be good enough for her.
Not Sinedd complimenting D'jok just to be polite to Maya 😂 But what do you mean they haven't met yet? It's literally this season (I think?) that shows Sinedd was friends with D'jok when they were young kids! Maya hangs out with Mama Ice at the cafeteria as well, there's no way they've never interacted before!
Yeah Tia, it WAS stupid of you to be jealous of Lun-Zia. Weird though bc the show previously implied Lun-Zia liked Rocket but turns out she had a boyfriend all along?
Aarch: Artegor?
Aarch: I'm sorry we started a bit earlier today, I forgot to mention it
Aarch you're such a petty bitch 😭
Oooo Micro-Ice is up for kick-off. Seeing them antagonistic towards each other is so sad :( Although season 1 Micro-Ice would have found a way to roast D'jok lol
I just realised team Paradisia and the Elektras probably have visors so they can have more diverse character designs in the 2D animation, while still copy-pasting models in the 3D scenes lol
Go Mark! Why did the goalkeeper run out from the goal I don't know anything about football
Nice to see Mark and Micro-Ice working together and having fun
D'jok's plan being to pass to Nikki-4 because the SK will think he's too selfish to let someone else score is so fucking funny
Oooo you don't get penalty shootouts that often in GF
I do love and miss sassy D'jok
Nikki-4: I guess you'll always be a Snow Kid at heart
D'jok: At least I've got one
Bold claim with the way you've been acting, D'jok
Niki-4 threatening physical violence on D'jok lmaoo I guess she is a cyborg but it's weird D'jok actually held out until now with the way he's been acting towards the SK. Why does he suddenly now have a moral dilemma?
Episode 12:
Now to rant about the Ahito betrayal plot <3
Ok this how to beat Ahito thing is dumb from the get go. It's treated like some big secret and it would be a big betrayal to reveal it, but that's not how sports work. They could easily have figured out his weak points by just watching a load of videos of his saves, in fact they SHOULD have been doing this anyway – the best teams don't win just by playing their best, but by knowing their opponent's strengths and weaknesses and being able to exploit that! It's not dishonest it's just... how it works! Rocket was doing this back in season 1 when he was suggesting tactics!
So to treat it like a big betrayal to reveal something that's easily obtainable public knowledge is dumb. And also, they're treating this as if knowing a player's weakness is some magic key that means they can definitely beat him if they exploit it, which is... also not how sports work!! It's not like he'll definitely fail to save your shot if you hit in a certain way, and it's not like he can't adjust his play after you score a goal. It just.... it makes no sense!!
It was also kind of weird to hear D'jok talk about wanting to win honestly when he was fouling Warren last match and got scolded for disrespecting the game, they made it look like D'jok fully only cared about winning now, whatever the cost, but now suddenly he's having second thoughts and doesn't want to betray a team he's been shit-talking all this time?
I also don't like that what made him cave in the end was mind control, it takes away a lot of accountability. It also would have fit more for D'jok to continue doing anything it takes to win, so he can realise he's wrong later and that he's just been using that to run away from his feelings. As stupid as this “betrayal” is, it should have been his low point showing how far gone he is, his big mistake, that he can then work up from.
Rant over <3
Nork, commenting on a player's health problems is just rude
Of course Rocket starts feeling ill the second he has to go up
THRAN SCORES!!! Nice to see him do some shots
Goooo Lun-Zia! She's been a good addition
Last season I got sad that Micro-Ice was the first to flunk his shot, please don't let me down this time
YESSSSS
D'jok: Ahito always jumps in place, a little more to the side he's gonna leap to. He can't control it, it's stronger than he is!
And THAT's the way to beat him? Totally foolproof? Bruh. If all the SK knew this and it's sooooo easy to score against him once you figure it out, surely Aarch should have.... I don't know, helped him train so that he doesn't reveal which way he's jumping as easily?? THIS IS EASILY DISCOVERABLE INFORMATION GUYS THE POINT OF TRAINING IS TO IMPROVE ON YOUR WEAKNESSES
NOOOOO TIA OF ALL PEOPLE???!!! I HAD TO TRADE A MICRO-ICE GOAL WITH THIS? 😭😭😭 It happens though. Also weird she's the first to use her flux so far for this like, it's penalties. You don't have to conserve your energy, just use the goddamn Breath!
TT^TT Nooooo they look so devastated :( On the other hand, kind of crazy it took three seasons for them to actually lose an important match lol it's been win win win the whole time so far, so kind of refreshing.
I want to cheer on Mei for putting Sinedd in his place after shit-talking the Snow Kids but like, girl, HOW IS THIS SURPRISING?! HE'S BEEN LIKE THIS IN EVERY MATCH YOU'VE PLAYED AGAINST EACH OTHER, YOUR LAST INTERACTION BEFORE SEASON 3 WAS HIM PUSHING YOU TO THE GROUND AND THREATENING YOU!!!
She thought he only hated D'jok and now she's realising he's just nasty to everyone? Girl where were you when he was bullying Micro-Ice on your team lol. I mean she didn't care back then but she does now! Mei is not dumb, writers
That was a pretty good pick me up speech, Aarch
The animation makes this kind of funny out of context but, Artegor hesitantly reaching out to Aarch but then thinking better of it... aarrrrgh </3
Quick shoutout to the background designs in this show, they look really cool and I love how it's futuristic while still being colourful and bright. There's some beautiful art of the natural scenery too
What's up with reporters immediately wondering if a team is done for, or the coach might be resigning, after ONE loss? They're still GF champions, losing once doesn't mean it's all downhill from there
Adim standing up for her man <3
In this dub he calls her Mum-Ice lmao. So I guess it is just Mama-Ice? I do prefer the novelisation with her actual name, she's not mum to everyone, although I wouldn't mind having -Ice at the end of a name being some family tradition or cultural thing. Also love seeing her hanging out with Maya!
Poor Kernor just can't eat her ice cream in peace huh 😭
Aww Mama-Ice's speech is so sweet
Aarch needs a new start now more than ever? Why exactly?
Norata dancing in the back <3
Holy shit, Brim Simbra actually intervening?
Oooooo secret supplier guy was Harris all along, who would have guessed?
Huh looking at the ending screen of this youtube upload, I didn't know Robotboy was Gaumont animation too! Well probably Alphanim back then
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Mardi Gras Mayhem Chapter 8: Liam
Series: Mardi Gras Mayhem (click the link to read each one in order!)
Fandom: TRR
Pairings: none, this is a guy’s weekend
Summary: The TRR lads celebrate Maxwell’s 21st birthday in New Orleans during Mardi Gras. What could possibly go wrong?
Chapter Synopsis: Liam gets waylaid by a not bachelorette party
Word Count: 1,417
Rating: MA
Warning: language, plenty of sexual innuendo
This is part of a collaboration written for @choicesprompts March 2023 prompt.
The brunette’s shirt read “most likely to get drunk” and Liam was pretty sure she was already there.
“Look what I found!” she crowed to no one in particular.
“Is he a stripper?” the only redhead in the group asked as she peered closer at him.
“What? No!” he protested, “I’m a pri- a prince…i..pal…principal, yeah, that’s what I am!”
“Oh, what kind of school? High school?”
“Sure.”
“So cool! I remember high school!” the brunette chirped.
“Course you do!” the redhead quipped, “It was only like six years ago and if memory serves, didn’t you have a thing for the principal?”
“Whatever,” she waved her hand dismissively in the air before turning to Liam and making introductions, “Anyway, I’m Valerie and this is Mindy. Sara is the ex-bride but I dunno where she’s gotten off to.”
“Ex-bride?” Liam blinked in confusion.
“Yeah, ex-bride!”
“I thought this was a bachelorette party…”
“Oh, no honey!” she laughed, “this is a divorce party!”
“Oh!” Liam had never been more confused in his life, “I’ve never heard of that…”
“Well, it’s a thing! Or it should be anyway! Men are such fucking pigs! Present company excluded of course,” she gave him a wink before throwing back the drink another one of the women had just sat in front of her.
“Who’s your friend?” the new woman looked to be a few years older, her hair a lighter shade of brown, and she was eyeing Liam up and down in a manner that made him feel suddenly self-conscious.
“Is it….hot in here?” he asked as he peeled off the hideously sparkly atrocity of a jacket Max had forced him to wear.
“It could be,” she answered, “they say the best way to get over a man is to get under another one. Wanna help a girl out?”
“Oh! I…ah…are you Sara?”
“I am! See?” She thrust her chest out and pointed to her slogan, “Most likely to get divorced” before extending her hand to him, “And you are?”
“My name is Liam,” he stood up, took her hand, and kissed the back of it, “It’s a pleasure to meet you and I hope I don’t offend you but I must respectfully decline your most generous offer on the grounds that you are just coming out of a relationship and most assuredly only made the offer from a place of pain and anger. It would be ungentlemanly of me to take advantage of you in such a state.”
The room had gone quiet as every woman in it stared at him with widened eyes.
“Holy shit!” Sara breathed out.
“What? Did I say something wrong?”
“No, you did not!” A blonde exclaimed, “Hot damn boy! Handsome, fit, employed, smart, and respectful? You could straight up fuck any woman in this room right now!”
“I…ah…that was not my intention…” He slowly retook his seat.
“We know!” Valerie stage whispered, “And that makes you prime boyfriend material!”
Murmurs of agreement rippled through the room.
“Husband material!”
“Damn straight!”
“That boy could get it!”
“More men should be like you, honey,” the blonde told him, “I mean…some bozo at the bar earlier was trying to convince me he’s a prince! I mean, can you imagine?”
Liam’s head snapped up, “blonde guy?”
“Oh yeah! You’re the guy whose pants he was shoving his hands into!”
“That would be Leo. He’s my brother.”
“That douche is your brother?”
“He’s not so bad once you get to know him. He’s just…exuberant.”
“If you say so.”
“He shouldn’t have told you he’s a prince,” Liam said, “he likes to joke around a lot, but underneath he has a heart of gold, really.”
“Hmm,” she mused, “he was pretty hot.”
“Yeah, he gets that a lot,” Liam nodded, “Like, a lot! He’s definitely the handsome one!”
“Oh, now don’t sell yourself short, Liam!” Sara shoved her way in between him and the blonde and took the seat next to him, “I think you’re very handsome!”
Murmurs of agreement again broke out throughout the room.
“Stop! You guys are making me blush!”
“Oh my God, you’re too adorable! You stop!” Valerie pushed him playfully.
Sara pushed him from the other side, “Don’t listen to her! Never stop! In fact, tell us all where to find more men like you!”
“All right everybody!” Mindy jumped up and yelled, “Time for our next stop….karaoke!”
“Oh…we’re leaving?” Liam was pulled from his seat and drug along with the group out of a back entrance that was only accessible from the private room.
He never saw the king’s guards that burst into the room from the bar moments after he exited out the back.
Two blocks later he found himself in a karaoke bar with flashing neon lights, a decent-sized stage, and even more drunken women that wanted to talk to him. He blushed at all the attention and spent the next hour laughing, drinking, listening to karaoke, and talking to multiple women as they took turns coming to his table to ask him for dating advice.
“Come on Liam, it’s your turn!” Valerie exclaimed as she held the mic out toward him.
“Oh, no…no, I couldn’t possibly!”
“Ah, come on!” Mindy wheedled, “you don’t have to be good at it, bad singing is the point of karaoke!”
“Do it for me? It’s my party!” Sara begged.
“Okay, okay, fine, I’ll do it!”
Liam climbed up on the stage and gave a perfect rendition of “Seven Bridges Road” by the Eagles.
When he was done there was stunned silence followed by thunderous applause.
“God damn! How can he be that hot, have a real personality, and fucking sing like that?”
“That’s it, I’m ruined for all other men, and he hasn’t even touched me!”
“Hey, Liam,” a very inebriated woman whose name he hadn’t caught leaned over and slurred, “I’d throw my panties at you but I’m not wearing any!”
“Holy crap that was good!” Sara told him as he retook his seat.
“Thanks!”
“No, I mean like good, good! Like I work in the music industry, and I could arrange a meeting for you with a guy that could get you a record contract good!”
“Thank you, but I’m afraid I must once again decline your most generous offer.”
“Really? You’d rather be a high school principal than a rock star?”
“My life is…fine the way it is.”
“But you could be rich!”
“Heh, wouldn’t that be something?”
“Well,” the blonde wearing the “most likely to get pregnant” shirt stood up, “No one can compete with that, and I have to be up early tomorrow so I’m heading back to the hotel! It was nice meeting you, Liam.”
“It was nice meeting you too, Genevieve,” Liam stood and gave her a little bow, “If you see my brother again, please go easy on him.”
She laughed, “I doubt I’m going to run into him between here and the hotel but sure.”
Liam sat patiently at his table for another hour talking to whoever approached him as the women gradually filtered out.
When there were just a few left, a raven-haired beauty shoved a cheap plastic trophy into his hands, “Here! You earned this!”
“Thank you, I shall treasure it always!”
“Fuck me, stop already!” Sara told him, “It’s unfair for you to be this perfect and refuse to sleep with me!”
Liam blushed from the top of his head down to the tips of his toes, “My most profound apologies for any offense, but my mother would be sorely disappointed in me if I were to disregard her teachings in such a blatantly disrespectful manner.”
Sara shook her head as she murmured, “So fucking unfair…”
“Do any of you ladies require an escort back to your hotel?” he asked, “It would make me happy if you would allow me the honor of ensuring you made it there safely.”
“There you go being perfect again!” Sara laughed, “But yes, it would be most appreciated.”
Liam walked with the remaining four women, carefully helping Valerie, who was indeed drunk, stay upright.
He saw them to the elevator in the lobby and then transferred Valerie into the care of her friends. He waited while the door closed, returning their waves and shouted goodbyes.
As soon as the elevator doors closed, he got directions to the Golden Lantern from the concierge who commented that the Golden Lantern was a popular destination tonight. He thanked him then hurried out into the night clutching a karaoke trophy in his hands.
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Talk about your moots; what do you like most about them (could be a paragraph or a single sentence, spread the love!!)
IM FINALLY GETTING AROUDN TO DOING THIS OKAY FDSJAKL
its too long so it's under the cut :') i just have to much love ig
MIKA (@toruro)
my mika...ah...what do i even say about her. tbh i shouldn't say anything because if i talk about why i love mika then you guys will fall in love with her too but she's MINE. jk the real reason is bc if i talked abt how much i love her i will write a whole essay BUT here are few reasons why i love mika: we just click, like i can't even remember how we went from like having one conversation to suddenly talking all the time but i would not have it any other way i love listening to mika's 30 minute voice messages and like she just supports me so much not even in a writing aspect like i can just talk abt my problems and mika will be there for me. she's also SO TALENTED??? like i will always hold her to the highest praise bc she is perfect and amazing in my eyes forever
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things that remind me of mika: coffee dates, flower fields, pretty trinkets in antique shops
BRIE (@leejihoonownsmyheart)
one of the first moots i ever made and tbh the most important one, she was the only person on this site i talked to for like months and she basically held my hand through the first few months of this blog as i figured out what the fuck i was doing and she has never been anything other than supportive. brie literally is so nice to anyone she interacts with and she just has such a sweet presence, like i love whenever we talk even if it just for a few mintues like brie really is my big sister and i will forever be greatful for her xx
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things that remind me of brie: friendship bracelets, ice cream on a hot day, blurry candid photos
SAR (@cheolhub)
me and sar's interactions are super sporadic but always so funny and i love how unhinged sar can be like she will be feral over her men and i support that like we don't talk that that much (talk to me more sar djkfsal) but like i know that it will always be such a good time
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things that remind of me sar: stars (obvi), cool sunglasses, fun wall posters
SAVV (@savventeen)
I LOVE SAVV OH MY GOD i just love talking to him like the vibes are always so chill and like he lets me bounce ideas off of them and it's so nice because i have no clue what i'm doing every and also just his fics are like a giant warm hug and so is his personality
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things that remind me of savv: pillow forts, running a successful show (theatre kids unite), board game night with your best friends
ELV (@userelv)
I DON'T THINK YOU UNDERSTAND LIKE FDJKLDSLA elv is a caratblr legend in my mind like literally friends with everyone, writes the most insane amazing fics, and super unproblematic like i am blessed to be moots with her. i just love seeing her on my feed or in my activity it makes me all giddy and happy AND she tags me in snoopy content >>> taking her out on so many arbys dates fr
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things that remind me of elv: sunflowers, honey pots, fun photobooth photos
EM (@gyuswhore)
okay so em's whole energy is just the cutest thing every i can't explain it but like literally just makes me so happy whenever we interact like UGH WE SHOULK TALK MORE but also like i just feel like em is so funny i need more of her in my life and like her writing is just so feel good to me i love it so much (also soooo talented at drawing like wtf dfjklsa im obsessed)
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things that remind me of em: golden hour, late night baking, homemade jewelry
KAI (@lovelyhan)
you guys kai is just so cute and sweet and like fjdsaklf first off their blog theme is always so cute and well put together i love it and their writing???? HOLY SHIT I ASCEND EVERYTIME I READ SMTH FROM THEM but also just in general kai is so sweet and nice to talk to and like you can see that in the way they interact with people on their blog and just how everyone loves them so much (as they should) like i would love to talk to kai more just bc like i want all the good vibes they bring
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things that remind me of kai: cute novelty stamps, doodles in the margin of your notes, linking pinkies
SALEM (@hoeforcheol)
RAHHH FDSJKLSA so brie is basically the reason why salem and i are moots and its insane because like SALEM IS SO SWEET AND SUPPORTIVE??? we haven't talked in a hot second tbh but like i fr feel like i could talk to them abt anything whenever and wouldn't feel like a bother like it's just a safe feeling around salem i love being moots with her and talking to her and just everything
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things that remind me of salem: screaming to ur fav song in the car, silly inside jokes, exploring a new city with your best friend
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