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nogodsnomorales · 11 months

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Know that I am going to get pretty serious here, as this post is about Punkflower. I am going to talk about the age situation, the blatant racism ABOUT this ship, and to also talk about the ship itself*. There is also some talk about the shippers/non-shippers + Punkflower antis in general.

[*nothing negative! just like.. discussing it as a whole, because everybody needs to be aware of some important things. the shippers, non-shippers/people on neutral ground, AND the haters/antis.]

There is a BIG wall of text incoming, but all of it is organized to its very best at what I could do!! I first wrote this in docs, I did my best to make it not a whole chaotic mess to read through. It's a big post, but there's a lot of spacing and some text is coloured, so it will be very easy to read.

This is a very detailed and THROUGH post, so it is slightly recommended to read on computer for the best viewing experience.

[It's not needed as you can still just read on your phone/etc, I do want you lovely people to have the best viewing experience possible.]

There will be an expand button, so I will not clog your feed and the tags.

TDLR;

Dear punkflower shippers,

your prayers have been ANSWERED. DO NOT WORRY ABOUT SHIPPING PUNKFLOWER NOW 🙏

punkflower shippers, do not live in fear no more, for I am here now.

Sincerely,

tumblr user: godunforgiving

Edited Note (06/21); FYI, I am muting this! Read the edit change log at the end of this post for more information. If you have any concerns or inquiries regarding this post, do not hesitate and feel free to DM me!

punkflower talk/analysis(?) + talking about Hobie’s age

This entire post is a discussion of various things, of my own thoughts and opinions! Some of the talk is about the posts + comments I have seen other people say about this ship [mainly questioning and worried ones.] All of the pieces of information that I knew were scattered, so I wanted to gather all of what I could find, and put it in a singular post for those still worrying.

[Also where others can actually just refer to this post and just read thru here first, instead of having to spend a lot of time going through the Punkflower tag to desperately find info!]

I would have gotten this finished and posted days ago, but you know, usual IRL things slowed me down, and I had to spend my day in the ER yesterday, lol.. I’m okay as of now! Just have to take it easy, but I really did want to finish writing my ass off with this post, since I know it’s important to me and for many others out there.

Take your time to read through this, and please absolutely feel free to add any of your input/extra knowledge/anything that I should add onto this post. DMs can be the best, or just through the comments can suffice, because I can and will edit anything into this post [that is accurate aka there is backed up evidence/sources to go along with it.] If you do want to see something added here, just tell me and I'll see if I can manage!

I genuinely hope that this post can be helpful to you, as it will be helpful for me!

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Please know that; I will directly quote from many people, as all of them will be credited properly by being mentioned down below and leaving their username (that is linked back) with their respective quotes, because their own pieces of text really helped build this post! I cannot thank each person enough.

Do not be a piece of shit and go after or ‘witch hunt’ any of them. Respect their own privacy and being.

users mentioned (IOOA): @comfortingnightmare, @luvvnobo, @ghostspider-isms, @saltylemonade13, @artisan-is-bored, @bellamer, @uglynavel, @peachypea0ny (fyi, site is not allowing me to tag), @crownecromancer, @raspberryjars, @spideyzpoolsp, @hamiltonforpowerpoint

[If you are one of the mentioned people, and you want yourself to be removed or become anonymous, please let me know ASAP!]

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Notes:

If you are colourblind (some of the text is coloured fyi! colours used are blue, pink, and purple), or have difficulty reading text due to it being too small, or can't read the font, etc, please let me know! I can give you a google docs link of this entire post that is best suited for your needs. No, you will not be a burden to me. Your needs are very important, and I will want to assist with the best that I can do with that!

I, godunforgiving, am on a mix of a positive + neutral ground on the topic of shipping Punkflower. I absolutely adore the comic!Punkflower, and I am fond of ATSV!Punkflower with the way I view it. Reason why I said neutral, know that I am not against the ships by any means!! But I guess why I say that is because there wasn’t a lot of canon media to consume [ATSV!Punkflower], and I want more [Also note that I have NOT seen the movie yet.] I don’t usually ‘do’ shipping when it comes to various franchises, I guess it’s mainly just not my thing? But I do know that I’ve come to like Punkflower.

I do not ‘do’ discourses, nor do I intend to actively join them! This is my first time doing something like this / this being my first ‘discourse’, yet I hope for it to be my last. I made this post with the pure intention to help the Punkflower shippers. Do know that!! I know that many people do not like the topic of discourses, but this one and the problems I’ve seen revolving around Punkflower, I just have to say something. Bc idk if anybody else is going to [with the way I did this post], considering the mess that occurred days ago, but someone has to and has to do it properly.

I am autistic, so I may process words + information differently, or even ‘incorrectly’. So if a sentence doesn’t make sense, due to perhaps my misuse of grammar, etc, please do not hesitate to ask/reach out, and I can do my best to re-explain it to you.

Negative comments [and comments directly to this post where the person is actually spreading misinfo], will be deleted. Know that if you decide that you disagree with this post, then okay! I am not bothering you, just as I hope that you will revert to ignoring me, instead of hating on me. Please have the common decency to just be kind or even don’t say anything at all, and carry on with your day.

If you have any concerns regarding this post, do not hesitate to reach out to me.

this post was originally inspired by a friend, then originally created for @feuille-morte, but it is finished for the rest of the punkflower fans, ily all. take care of yourselves!! anything for these cute silly little guys ok (and the entire punkflower nation)

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let’s get started with an introduction.

“what is Punkflower?”

Punkflower is a slash [aka queer] relationship between two black male teenagers, Hobie Brown and Miles Morales. Usually, it is perceived a romantic relationship, as some other people only see the pairing as a platonic duo and such. I do not know more forms of Punkflower, but I will use the 'main' two forms in this post. Comic![SG!]Punkflower [SG is Spider-Geddon, a comic series first released on Sept 2018], and Across the Spider-Verse aka ATSV!Punkflower.

Think of it as the same ships with the same characters, but in different fonts.

Comic!SG!Punkflower has existed for nearly 5 years now, likely first existing sometime in late 2018 to early-mid 2019. Both Miles and Hobie are very close in age in the comics, at around 16 to 17 years old. Away from Spider-Geddon(?), but still on the topic of comics, Hobie is still 16-17 in the comics.

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“people are saying Punkflower is a problematic ship!”

The main [and probably only] source of this misinformation, is from a clip that was cropped to be posted with the intention of spreading heavy misinformation (We will get into that next.) So, as far as I am aware, and know; Punkflower antis are throwing around p/do allegations, because they hate the ship and they are outraged with people enjoying it. This hate is clearly rooted with racism, and homophobia. So, no, Punkflower is not a minor x adult ship!

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“the interview talk, what happened, and what is actually real?”

If you’ve watched the interview, you can easily see that they were talking about the brainstorming process of developing Hobie's early ideas for his character. A director mentioned that in the early concept stage, Hobie was originally going to be 19-20 [This wasn’t even our Hobie, but Prowler Hobie.]

A person cut a very small clip of the mentioned interview, and uploaded it, a clip that was EXTREMELY out of context.

The uploader cut out the part explaining that Hobie’s ‘original’ age had changed as his character was being developed.

So from this, and no context given, a lot of people were instantly quick to hate; since it was on purpose to make the entire ship, AND those who enjoyed the ship, look extremely bad. What happened was not okay, yet this disgusting behaviour is at an attempt to be justified [and those people are trying to justify literal racism and homophobia.]

“19-20 thing that the directors mentioned were Hobie’s early designs ideas but those eventually changed as his character changed. Even one of the directors said its up to interpretation plus even his VA was all hinty towards Gwen and hobie so honestly its up to you what his age is" - comfortingnightmare

As soon as the clip came out, I had started to see a number of people saying that, apparently, Hobie looked like he was in his 20s to his 30s** (while also throwing subtle/discreet hits towards the Punkflower ship), but this was after the clip came out.

**Literally saw someone on Tumblr say that he looked like 28, and trying to shut down the idea of Hobie being a teenager. Like be completely serious with me right now..

Things don’t quite add up here. This was because of WHAT Hobie only looked like, and now it just has to be racially motivated, as there are no solid explanations or reasonings for their behaviour and disgust. Those people just look bad [as they should.]

So, no, Hobie is not 19-20. Another director had confirmed that Hobie’s age is UP TO INTERPRETATION.

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[TLDR; The interview got taken completely out of context from a clip that made people start throwing SERIOUS accusations left and right.. Since more people actually later found out that the clip was taken out of context [instead of doing research], the situation died down, but people are walking on eggshells now. The haters were being desperate likely because Punkflower is a black queer/mlm relationship, since there is no solid explanation for this hating.]

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“So.. what can we interpret Hobie’s age as?”

That is where I come in! I have many reasons that can help you decide what Hobie's age is to you. And those many reasons are speculated on Hobie's age being 16-17, as many users already guess that Hobie's age is equivalent to a teenager's age. I also believe this idea, as there are many things that already support this thought process.

[But if you like.. (god, I hope nobody does) go through this list and conclude that Hobie is 18+ and continue to ship that Hobie and 15 yr old Miles (or any of the minors).. GTFOH.]

1. Hobie Brown in other media (I’m talking about the comics for instance) is commonly shown for Hobie to be a teenager at either 16 or 17 years old.

“Hobie is in fact labeled as ‘badmouthed teenager’ since 2014 and is 16-17 in the comics and that just because he doesnt have a confirmed/canonical age in ATSV, hes still in the age range of a teenager (16-18)" - luvvnobo

2. Topic of the spider-bite.

ATSV!Hobie is likely to be 16-17 years old (18 at the latest), meaning that he would have been bit at the ages of 13-15. So IF Hobie was bit 3 years ago / at 14 years old, then he would be 16-17.

Realistically, this really could have happened, considering Hobie’s living conditions! [aka what led to Hobie getting bit by a radioactive spider in the comics.] If he indeed gets bit at 14 years old (like how Miles and Gwen got bit at that age for example), then either 16 or 17 yrs old.

Again, with how he lived; if he got bit at 13 = 15-16 years old in crrnt events of ATSV. [If you don’t know of Hobie’s conditions, in the comics I’m pretty sure he, like, basically lived on the streets as a homeless teenager]

“During the "Spider-Verse" storyline, the Earth-138 version of Spider-Man is revealed to be Hobart Brown, originally operating as Spider-Punk. He is a homeless teenager who was transformed by a spider that was irradiated as part of President Norman Osborn's toxic waste dumping.” - Spider-Punk: Wikipedia

The topic of the bite / needing to know if Hobie was (x) age when he got bit, isn’t very serious, as he is already grouped with 3 kids.

3. It would be unlikely (and also weird) for a four man crew to be 3/4 teenagers and 1 adult;

WHILE ALSO implying that the mentioned ‘adult’ and one of the mentioned teenagers could’ve had something going on. [Even if nothing really happened (keyword = implying), and how Pavitr treated it in that way, implies that Hobie isn’t that much older than the three.] [I would have kept this reason combined with the Spider bite topic aka reason No.2, since it’s actually referenced off of pastelnightgale’s post, just that this paragraph alone is solid enough as a separate reason.]

4. Hobie’s mannerisms.

Note, I haven’t seen the movie, but I have seen many clips. From those clips, he’s definitely a teenager at least, it made me feel like Hobie was 16 or 17 years old. I’ve asked two of my brothers; they said that he definitely was their age [both being 17.]

“my two cents on the age debate is like. hobie doesn’t have the vibes of an adult even if his age is up to “interpretation”. like i’m eighteen and bro has definitely gotta be younger than that. he makes my “stupid younger sibling” sense go haywire." - ghostspider-isms

5. If you look up “how old is hobie brown”

You will already see many people speculating that Hobie is likely to be around the same age range as Miles and Gwen [if not a bit older.]

Again, Hobie is already 16-17 years old in the comics.

“in the spiderverse, we have seen that it is common for most spiders (gwen and miles specifically) to get bitten around 14. hobie states he’s been spider-man for three years, meaning he’s most likely 16-17." - artisan-is-bored

6. “Like if Hobie is really 19+ then why is it only a problem with Punkflower?? Wouldn’t the whole love triangle thing be a problem????" - saltylemonade13

Yes. It would be a SERIOUS problem. It also would make the other ships [Chaipunk, others with minors in them] very problematic and illegal ships. But Hobie isn't 18+.

7. Ageing down process happening to various characters in Spider Verse, and Hobie non affected?

If Gwen and the other spiders are aged down in Spiderverse, then it doesn’t make sense that Hobie was not aged down like the others.

8. Hobie literally hangs out around teenagers.

If an adult is constantly hanging out with other children, then that obviously would be the first problem. I wouldn’t really need to keep talking any more about this one. Because if a 19-20 year old was spending a majority of his time around young teenagers, ages ranging 15 through 17, and not really with anybody else his age or above, then yes, that’s already weird.

“it’s also implied that miles is jealous of gwen and hobie. why would the directors make a key plot point of the story be that hobie is a grown ass man hanging out with a bunch of teenagers? and that he might have a thing with one of them???" - artisan-is-bored

9. Genetics do not matter within age.

This is one of my most common quotes by now. Hobie is indeed very tall at almost 6 ft, yes. No, it does not mean that he is above 18+ years old. Hobie can be over 6 ft tall and still be 16-17 years old.

I have seen so many teenagers at drastically different heights, but still be the same age. Many of them being over 6 ft [180 cm], and still being in my age range, and having met a 5’10” 8th grader [aka 13 yrs old] years ago. Both of my previously-mentioned brothers are 6 ft and over 6 ft, yet they are only 17.

“people can look one age and be another." - artisan-is-bored

“hobie’s description as a character. hobie is a foul mouthed TEENAGER. that has been his description for the past five years." - artisan-is-bored

10. “how do i tell them Punkflower has been a thing since 2018 or 2019 and they have interacted in the comics (they are close in age)" - luvvnobo

11. “He has to be an adult, because he goes to pubs!!” Let’s be absolutely HONEST here.

“dude is BFF’s with the Riri of his universe, she can probably whip up a fake ID in no time and even if Riri isn’t in the Spiderverse, he still gets around and knows people. he’s definitely cool with someone who makes fake ID’s." - bellamer

What bellamer said. To add onto this, a pub is different from a BAR as well.

If you look up “what is a pub vs bar” your first result will be this.

To also add, all bars in England aren’t considered pubs.

“If you’re 16 or under, you may be able to go to a pub (or premises primarily used to sell alcohol) if you’re accompanied by an adult. However, this isn’t always the case. It can also depend on the specific conditions for that premises. It’s illegal to give alcohol to children under 5." From the official GOV of the UK website

But literally, let’s be honest here, Hobie would already know at least one person who will help him get in a pub, if he cannot do so himself. If Hobie is constantly going to pubs, then that does not mean he is getting drinks 24/7 when he is there, unless stated otherwise. Pubs focus on serving food and to give drinks [upon request] to go along with the meal.

Before 1995, children under the age of 14 were NOT allowed in pubs in England and Wales. And Hobie is definitely by no means 14. He is likely 16, or 17. He can already drink, with adult supervision, at 16 in pubs. But we know that Hobie is no law-abiding Spider-man.

12. “Hobie wouldn’t be able to own his own place!”

“it’s a key part of hobie’s comic backstory that he used to be homeless. once again, the breaking the law point still stands. wouldn’t be surprised if hobie bought an apartment with a fake ID, was squatting, or was staying in some sort equivalent of the community center that he used as his main group’s operation headquarters in the comics.” - artisan-is-bored

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I do not think that another director/anybody who worked on the movie will come out and say that Hobie is actually 18+ at this point. I CAN be wrong in the future, but right now, he is not, and there are my reasons for why I strongly agree with the idea of Hobie being a teenager.

ALTHOUGH, even IF a director comes out and says that ATSV!Hobie is actually 18+, obviously all of the ATSV!ships with him and the other minors should STOP RIGHT NOW. But as of now [06/13/23 (when I first wrote this)], and from what we already know, I do not see anything wrong with ATSV!Punkflower and my views.

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The racism revolving Punkflower is disgusting.

I’ve seen a lot of people bashing Punkflower when the whole misinfo-hobie-being-19/20-situation occurred, but ONLY with Punkflower [from what I’ve seen.] I didn’t see any of this happening to the other ships that Hobie is in / shipped with Gwen, and Pavitr.

I have not seen any, quite literally nobody, complaining about any other ship that isn’t Punkflower, and it’s insanely overwhelming and confusing?? People don’t complain when it comes to Hobie x Gwen, but if it’s with two queer black boys? Huge problem all of a sudden.

“Love how when it was Hobie and Gwen no one batted an eye but as soon as people started shipping two black males together all of a sudden everyone’s disgusted and outraged” - uglynavel

“none of y’all had a problem w gwen and hobie, but when hobie started getting shipped with miles and pav? y’all got pissed. get your racist and homophobic head out of your ass. even if hobie IS an adult in the movie, that still doesn’t mean that shipping him with miles in the comics suddenly isn’t valid. newsflash, gwen is MUCH OLDER than hobie in his universe.” - artisan-is-bored

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Other quotes, that I wanted to point out, but I didn’t sort them into a spot;

“There are a lot more weird problems in the ATSV fandom, yet people are worried about Flowerpunk and whether Hobie is of age, or not. Those problems are full on grown ass people sexualizing Miles, Gwen, and likely more. There’s already stuff about Peter B. and Miles ship, and THAT is an active problem on hand. More people need to worry about all of that instead of a guy who has an up-to-interpretation age (but is strongly, likely, a 16-17 year old if not an adult.)” - peachypea0ny

“I can’t even enjoy comic versions of punkflower without me being called a pedo or having multiple fucking comments telling me over and over that punkflower is a proship.” - uglynavel

“I’m sorry it’s just really not fucking fair what In THE ACTUAL MOVIE it can imply something between Gwen and Hobie but the SECOND people started shipping two black boys together then it became a huge fucking problem, here’s the thing if Hobie is actually older and they never say that in the movie but imply something to the audience that him and a sixteen year old girl could possibly have something between them THEN THATS GROSS I DONT CARE HOW GOOD THE MOVIE IS! But Hobie is always, in other crossovers and his comics he is around 16, he has met Miles before in canon the ship’s not new, it was just small.” - crownecromancer (Edited to make sense, by me, godunforgiving.)

“punkflower is originally a comic ship, its been around for ages before atsv, its normal for shippers to crossover into different areas where the same characters are. he doesnt have an age on his wiki and why would he be said to have a love triangle with gwen if he WAS 19/20, idk why ppl have such a problem with punkflower but not with hobie and gwen??” - raspberryjars

“this is what happens when you believe in misinformation on the internet. no, there is no age gap, because hobie does not even have a canon age. if you watch the interview, instead of 10 seconds of it, he says it was early concepts of hobie. another director has confirmed his age is up to interpretation.. so. yall rlly need to stop with this, its weird asl. this whole thing was rooted in racism and homophobia, stop spreading misinformation I BEG.” - spideyzpoolsp

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Another disclaimer/notice;

PLEASE, PLEASE STOP BELIEVING IN EVERYTHING THAT YOU SEE!! EVEN IN TIKTOK OR TUMBLR!

IF it’s a piece of information that could be misinformation revolving around Punkflower or Hobie Brown, or anything, DO find out if it is real or fake asap!

I’m using a method that I remember from my elementary school that was constantly talked about [can’t believe I’d bring it up in a post about a ship years later], however it really does pay out and work anywhere else tbh. The “Stop, Think, Act method”.

STOP = Pause, if it distresses you; then take a breath to calm down, avoid doing anything on impulse aka don't do anything without thinking carefully beforehand.

THINK = Instead of the “what is the problem, what are the options, best path forward?” in the method itself, we will reuse this but change stuff up that can apply directly to this post. So after stopping and calming down, we will think carefully and review what we already KNOW. If it’s where the piece of information is easily seen/known as misinfo, then you are good. If the piece of misinfo is affecting something that we already know, then we move onto the next step.

ACT = “Proceed with the best option. Act carefully, and revise if needed.” The best option forward from thinking, is to do research, and make sure that it is actually real, and not misinformation with lies laced within. IF it is indeed misinformation, then it is the best to alert others, with proof.

If you are thinking “But why even mention that method??” The best example to use this method is with the age discourse blowup. A LOT of people believed in the misinformation very, very fast. What should’ve happened is that the mentioned method should’ve occurred early, to help prevent most of the freak out and its damages. But many users may not have thought of that, or even know the method, so it is okay. At least it calmed down a lot as of now, just that people are now likely afraid.

[Note; I am NOT blaming anybody!! I also freaked out a bit too, but I stuck to what I already knew, until I found more information. At first I heard “Hobie is 19-20!!!!” I figured that it must’ve been misinfo through what I already knew, because adding all of what I knew and this uproar of info, it just didn’t add up from what I alrd knew. but I still researched and did my homework!! Just that more people should naturally second-guess things that they are suspicious of and also be aware of that method and to apply it online, as it is already useful in real life!]

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Wrapping this post up, finally.

It’s sad to see different Punkflower fans fight each other. But it’s also outrageous and annoying to see the plat!Punkflower shippers, who see Miles and Hobie strictly in a brotherly relationship, to throw the term ‘!ncest / pseudo-!ncest’ against the romantical Punkflower shippers.. Like holy shit, that doesn’t make you any better. Can people, please, stop throwing serious accusations against other people so nonchalantly?

These accusations are SO serious and life changing, even if it's pointed at the wrong person. But people are just too ignorant to realize that unfortunately.

“You see him (Hobie) as 19/20 who’s a big brother to the other spiders? Cool! You see him as 16/17 rebel teen amazing!” - hamiltonforpowerpoint

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End post.

Reblogs, likes, and comments of your own opinions of this post are so welcome!

Again, ily all and take care of yourselves!!

and again, if anything you think that should be added onto the post, let me know! have a great day everybody

A friend asked what’s up with the discourse, asked me to make a post, after hours of research - I absolutely fucking DELIVERED. Love you guys.

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Edit #1 (06/15); had to reformat some things since it just looked broken to me! Using the editor on mobile is a PAIN.. 0/10.

Edit #2 (06/16); an edit update! I rewrote some things (to hope to make the post sound more better), added some stuff in the notes section and some throughout the post itself, updated the crediting so the quotes used are credited and linked back to hell!!!! bc crediting others is awesome! and the post is also def over 4.2k words lol

Edit #3 (06/17); An anon told me that I was “misusing” the 'proship' term, so I edited the post. Proshitters can go to hell for all I care. To clarify, I am talking about problematic shippers. Edit #4 (06/19); oh my god 600+ notes?? i hope all of you are having an EXCELLENT month okay.. i love you guys <3 /plat

Edit #5 (06/21); I am muting this! I saw some people reply to this post, but I just do not have the ability to respond to them (Selective mutism), I did write “drafts” to them, but I do not feel like polishing it and responding. Just busy with other things, honestly! I may end up responding some time later, so yeah. If you have any concerns or inquiries regarding this post, do not hesitate and feel free to DM me!

Every once a few weeks I may check up on this post as well, until I stop altogether.

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ghostantine · 7 years

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All I must do is push names into what is there the same as when I push my knife into the stomach of a hen.

#Knives In Hens #matt ryan #judith roddy #donmar warehouse #yael farber #my edit #actually edited something #mainly removed some text and did some colour shit #loving matt's exploded hair omfg

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miyaniacs · 4 years

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Mafia AU - Bokuto x fem!reader

Chapter 6 - Unexpected Events

Chapter 5 - You are mine. ; Index ; masterlist

warnings: mentions of death and blood

Tuesday, 7pm

Ushijima left about an hour ago, he stayed quite long after last night. Strange enough you had a feeling that he felt bad when he saw all the bruises he left on your body and how you frowned with every movement.

You sigh and fall down on your sofa, pulling your blanket over your legs.

Why have I chose this life again? You sigh and look over at the plush owl.

Yeah why have you? At first you could say it was as if you were forced. Ushijima saved you this one night, that still hunts your dreams. Until that night you’ve always been naive, walking around the city at night, partying until the next morning or waking up in some strangers bed.

That night you got into the car of those two guys, they told you they just needed to ‘talk with some of their guys’. You got out of the car with them, the ‘other guys’ already waiting for them, but as soon as they saw you something changed. “We got something for us to have some fun” the one next to you said and pushed you forwards, you stumbled on the hard ground. The other got closer and you knew what was going to happen to you, but then he came. You still remember his words: “You’re here to work and not to take advantage of some innocent girl. GET THE FUCK OFF OF HER NOW!”. Then a shoot, and the guy who was feeling you up just seconds before fall down next to you. Blood running put off the wound on his head. The next thing you felt was his arm around your waist pulling you up, protectively pushing you against him, the gun in his other hand. You can still feel the warmth that filled your body in that moment. You never felt so save before.

Ushijima took you home that night and stayed until you felt asleep. The next morning you woke up finding some fresh croissants in your kitchen together with his number, saying that you should text him. And so you did.. and he asked you for one small favour. This favour was 2 years ago. You got used to all the money, the adrenaline and the fun.

“I’m so sorry Bokuto.” You say and pull the owl into your chest, feeling the tiredness taking over your body you closed your eyes.

Wednesday, 2am

Your eyes shoot open. What was this noise? Is someone at your door? Yeah there is definitely someone banging on your door.

You grab your gun and walk over to your door.

“Y/n.. please tell me you can hear me.” Wait you know this voice, but it sounds different?

You look throw the door viewer and you see exactly what you feared to see.

Quickly you open the door and help Bokuto in. Blood dripping out of a wound on his arm, his right eye is swollen and all in all he doesn’t look good, probably due to the blood loss.

You guide him to your bathroom and he sits down on your toilet.

“Can you take off your shirt?” You ask him and he nods, taking off his shirt. You grab a long tweezer and some bandages. FUCK your disinfectants are empty. “Bo, I’m sorry but I need to get vodka, I forgot to stock up on my disinfectants.” You look back at him, “Take that towel and press against the wound.” Hurrying back to your kitchen you grab the vodka and come back into the bath only to find Bokuto passed out. “FUCK!” You exclaimed and quicks check his pulse.

Okay. Everything is alright. He just passed out. You quickly clean up the wound with the vodka, which eventually gets him back to reality. “SHITT” he groans. “I need to get the bullet out. Here bite on that towel.” You hand him the towel he was originally supposed to press on his wound.

Carefully you remove the bullet with the tweezers and sew the wound together. You’re really glad you volunteered for the ambulance when you were 18. After putting on the bandage, you finally look into his eyes.

“Bo, what happened?” Your eyes filled with sorrow.

“Nothing major, one of the gangs that worked for us though it was a good idea to act up.”, He took a sip out of the vodka, “but don’t worry, I took care of them.” He lazily smirks.

“Bokuto - “ you start but he interrupts you. “It’s fine really, I can go now if you want. Your apartment just was the nearest and I needed somewhere to go and you told me that you volunteered for the ambulance so, sorry if I caused trouble.” He gets up, his face twitched in pain.

Why do all of them have to act so tough. You can’t even count the times Tosh stood in front of your door, with several wounds barley able to walk - all the convincing it took you to made him stay, it was ridicules.

“Bokuto, please stay.” You stutter. He turns around and looks down at you. “Do you really want that?” He asks. You nod and take his hand leading him to your bedroom, gesturing to your bed. He hesitates at first but then took off his shoes and lays down.

“Do you need anything?” You ask him and he smiles. “Just you in my arms.” Your heart arches and you slowly walk towards him. You sit down next to him and he wraps his non injured arm around you to pull you down on his chest. After a few seconds you shift and wrap one arm around his waist, your head rests on his chest while you throw one of your legs over his.

“Who caused them?” He asks, his fingers tracing the marks Ushijima left on your collarbone and neck. You gulp, already looking for an excuse. “Wait never mind, just tell me if it’s something serious with this guy?” He mumbles his fingers now run through your hair. “I really don’t know, it’s mainly sex but I-“ you sigh, you’ve actually always been confused about what this thing between you and Tosh is. “It’s fine, that just means that I have to take more effort in now to make you mine.” You feel your cheeks burn at his words - ‘To make you mine.’.

As if you’re in trance you look at his eyes and push yourself up, to kiss him. Finally you feel his soft lips again. Switching the position you’re now sitting onto of him, deepening the kiss. You don’t know how much practice he got, but you’re melting in the kiss, both of you not wanting to break it. Soon after you need air, he gently stokes your cheek and gives you a perk on your lips. “We should sleep okay?” You whine in response. “No baby, we sleep now, we are not in the right state to get this more heated.” He chuckles as you mumbles something not understandable and cuddle back up on him. His arm pulls you tighter onto him, his face nuzzled in your hair, as you fall asleep to the steady beat of his heart.

Wednesday, 7 am

You wake up by someone calling your name.

“Hey, y/n.” Bokuto whispers in your ear while planting kisses on your temples. “Baby, I know you’re awake.” He laughs softly and you groan. “Just a few more minutes..” You mumble and cuddle closer to him, hiding your face in his chest, shielding your eyes from the morning sun.

“Baby.. You need to get up. You have a class at 9am.” He stokes your hair and looks at you lovingly. You move your head, eyes fluttering because of the light and place a kiss on his jawline.

“I’ll just skip it.” You close your eyes again but Bokuto takes away the blankets and now you’re freezing. “OMG BO?!” Your eyes are now fully open and you look at him disgusted. “You don’t need to care about my education” you huff. Yes, you’re grumpy in the morning. Especially with the lack of sleep and your needed caffein. “Go and get ready, I’ll make some coffee grumpy.” Bokuto laughs. “Wait, let me check your arm first.” You look at the bandage on his arm, which has a light red sport showing. “No, I’m fine, don’t worry about me. It doesn’t hurt anymore.” He lies, and clearly you know that he does, but you don’t have the energy right now to discuss this topic any further with him so you just sigh and make your way to the bathroom.

Wednesday, 7:50 am

“Here.” Bokuto places the cup in front of you, while you scroll through your phone checking your messages. “Thank you Bo.” You smile, not lifting your eyes off your phone. “Should I drive you to your campus?” He asks and lifts his own cup up to his lips. “Would that be okay for you?” You now look at him. His hair is still messy, he has dark circles under his eyes, one of his eyes is still some colour of purple, his shirt isn’t buttoned up completely, leaving the upper buttons undone. “You look like shit.” You state. “Oh you were the one putting vodka on my wound, how do you expect me to look?” He rolls his eyes in a joking way before he adds ”besides I’d put on a different shirt if I were you. There is quite some discolorations showing.” You groan, remembering the mess Ushijima left on your skin and get up to put on a T-Shirt with a higher collar.

Wednesday, 8:40 am

You get out of Bokuto’s car after saying your goodbye and promising him that you won*t ignore his messages and be save and most importantly text him if you’d feel uncomfortable.

Walking towards the building your class is held in you receive a massage from Ushijima.

From: Tosh

Wait for me in the room after the lecture ends. We need to meet Kags at the Casino afterwards.

You reread the message for five times and the ‘wait for me in the room’ won’t make any sense.

“Hey Y/N!” Your best friends walk up to you and you great them putting your phone away. It’s Ushijima after all who knows why you need to wait there for him.

Wednesday, 9:15 am

The door opens and your faculty director walks in. “I’m sorry to announce that Professor Bernstein died.” All the student immediately start to whisper, all the crazies theories about his death coming up, “YET we quickly found someone who will take his place for the rest of the semester. Please welcome -“ you stop listening. You already know who he is, and now you know why your old professor has died all of sudden. You roll your eyes as Ushijimas lock with yours.

Wednesday, 1:30 pm

You told your friends that you need to talk with the Professor because of some essay you had to do. They just smirked at you “You don’t have to lie, we have eyes. He is hot as fuck, shoot your shot babygirl.”

Sadly you weren't the only one staying in the room. Around 10 other female students are circling the desk Ushijima leans against asking him question after question - or more likely flirting with him. You huff. As if anyone of them would have a chance with him. The black hair one with this extremely deep cut shirt takes a step forward and - puts her hand on his chest?

The more you watch her touching him, the more annoyed you get. You sigh loudly, getting attention. He smirks and tells the other girls off, which still try to stay ,but quickly run off as his presence changes, showing that that he was not kindly asking them.

He slowly walks up to you. “Why?” You just ask him. “It was the Boss’s idea. We’re all worried about your safety since this Bastard picked you up on the campus and also came to you last night.” By now he reached the sport you’re standing, hovering over you. You open your mouth to say something but he’s faster “Don’t worry, I know you’re just playing your role babygirl.” He gently stokes your cheek. “Shouldn't we go now? I bet the others are already waiting.” You grumble and add “You took long enough answering those questions - about what? If your muscles are real?” If you could take back your words you would. The last part was supposed to be your thoughts only. “Is my baby jealous?” He smirks. Yes, yes you are jealous. You’re not used to see other girls flirt with him that offensively. Usually when the two of you are around others it was visible for everyone that he was with you. “Now you know how I feel, when I see you with Bokuto. So just imagine how you’d feel if you know one of them spends the night at mine.” He whispers the last part in your ear. Your stomach twists simply by the thought of some other girl sharing a bed with him. Your lack of answers is enough for him to smile softly. “Exactly baby. But don’t worry. I don’t want anyone else than you.” he gently kisses the soft skin behind your ear. “Now let’s get going, the boss is waiting”

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little-mouse-adventures · 4 years

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Before We Watch: The Disclaimer Post

Alright. I’m waiting on my friend with the Disney+ account to arrive, and then we are ordering sushi, and then watching the movie. So now seems like a really good time to make some disclaimers about this whole experience. A rather large wall of text below the cut, fair warning.

First and foremost, while I am anticipating really not liking the movie, none of that is the actor’s fault. Throughout this, I will likely swear, judge the characters, yell about poor choices made throughout the movie, etc etc. But I do not blame the actors for any of that. Given that the first book was published in 2001, it’s likely a large chunk of the cast hasn’t actually read it. And if they have, they likely haven’t been anxiously waiting for this movie adaption the whole time. In addition to the cast not really knowing what they are trying to give the book lovers, I am also aware that actors have very little say in what actually winds up on screen. Screenplay writers, the director, the production team: they’re the ones who make the movie what it is, so any flaws that I get angry about are entirely on them. This goes doubly so for the child actors. I really, really hope that for those child actors, the bad reception this movie is getting doesn’t impact their long-term careers. As kids, they have even less say than the adults. Any qualms I have with the characters they play or how those characters are played are definitely not directed towards the actors at all, and that’s important to note because we’re gonna start this adventure with a review of the problems in the trailers, so we can get those out of the way and just find new and exciting problems with the movie itself.

I know I started this with “First,” but I don’t really know if the next points count as a “Second.” Mainly, what I want to talk about next is the casting/ representation of the characters, as noted in the trailers.

We have some major problems:

1) Artemis looks too kind. This has been widely discussed in the fandom already, so we can mostly summarize by saying: Movie!Artemis is not the snarky, ridiculous little shit we know and love. Bangs, really? I know it’s a kid’s movie, and actors are supposed to look clean cut all the time, but this look does not suite Artemis.

2) Butler is black. Now, I do not mean that in a negative way, at all. Especially given the current state of the world, it’s important to note that casting a person of colour is a great idea and absolutely needs to happen more. But they could have cast an actual Eurasian actor, and given someone from that group of minority actors shot in the spotlight. Sure, there might not be many that fit the canonical structure of Butler, as being nearly 7 feet tall and muscular as all hell, but still. The effort would have been appreciated. By making Butler black, you take away a lot of the inherent characterization of him. He can hardly be inconspicuous as a black man with pale blue eyes and nearly white hair. (Why does he have hair anyways? He’s supposed to have a shaved head). Additionally, this erases a lot of Juliet’s character arc, as she’s described as “being able to blend into any crowd like a native.” You can’t tell me a black girl will be able to do so; there’s plenty of places where that will stand out. In addition, cast a Eurasian man, and then do some CGI! The trailers are full of it anyways, what’s a bit more? Or go hardcore and pull a Lord of the Rings, and use physical effects to create the looks you need.

3) Holly is tall, and white. In the books, she’s nut brown, with a slightly hooked nose, an accent that sounds like a mix of everything, and all of 3 feet tall. What an excellent opportunity to cast another person of colour! And perhaps an adult as well, and do the same CGI/ physical effects tricks to make her look her proper height. Butler is supposed to tower over the fairies, be able to sling Holly over one shoulder easily. This casting makes that all a moot point, and eliminates A) the badassery of the fairies for being able to handle things despite their size B) the logic of how they stay hidden on the surface, since if they’re all adolescent-human sized, they can’t hide nearly as easily and C) any of the drama of Butler being as large as he is.

4) Root as a female. A huge part of Holly’s character arc is that she is the first female recon officer. Taking that away in the name of equal casting, and feminism, is actually kind of counter productive. The books did a great job of showing Holly as a strong female character, and how girls are just as good as boys in these kinds of situations. Making Root female removes not only that entire aspect of the novels, but also really lowers the effect of Root’s and Holly’s relationship.

5) Mulch as....most of what Mulch is. Overall, not terrible. Again with the height thing, and the skin tone. The hair isn’t bad, overall. But you can get a fake beard going easy enough, and call it a day. The CGI troll actually looks more like my mental image of Mulch Diggums than Mulch.

OKAY!

I think that’s it for the beginning rant. Most of the smaller things in the trailer (like who the hell gave Artemis a gun?) can be gone over as we watch the movie, cause trailers rarely give enough context for that shit. Christ, this got long already.

I’m going to take a quick break here to eat and whatnot, then we’ll rock and roll, with yelling, swearing, and various text posts of length.

#AF spoilers #artemis fowl #movie #rant #my thoughts

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keyboard-smashed · 5 years

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The Storm That's Brewing

Summary: they're... not in the alleyway anymore?? whoop

Warnings: kind of not really an argument?

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Chapter 8- Let's Go To The Beach

Slowly, he opened his eyes and saw sand. Sand. Sand. Sand. And water. The beach? How were they at the beach? And it was light... Morning? What was going on? And where was Roman? Had he hit him?

"You shoot lightning?" Roman exclaimed from behind him.

Virgil sat up and turned to Roman, who was still standing,

"You can teleport?" He retorted.

"Yeah!" Roman shouted.

"Yeah!" Virgil shouted back.

"Fine!" They shouted in unison.

Virgil looked around at the beach again. Luckily there was nobody around, "Anyway, where even are we? And what happened?"

Roman deflated, and sunk to he floor next to Virgil, "I don't know and I don't know."

"What do you mean you don't know? You brought us here! And you covered my eyes so I don't know what happened back there!"

Roman looked around, "Okay I think I know where we are but you will not like my answer."

"How do you know I won't like it? Where are we?" Virgil demanded.

"I know you won't like it because you don't like anything, Incredible Sulk and," He ran a hand through his hair, "We're in Spain."

Virgil scrambled to his feet like he was stood in lava, "Spain? As in Spain Spain?"

"Yes."

"Like Europe's Spain?"

"Yes."

Spain. Virgil collapsed back onto the sand, "So you can teleport."

"Yes."

"So you can teleport us anywhere-- say, for example, our apartment-- and you choose Spain."

"Well I didn't really choose Spain," He said cautiously, "I just kind of panicked. But there are worse places we could be?"

Spain. Europe. Virgil had always wanted to go. Maybe a nice holiday in a few years. Not like this.

Virgil ran his hand through the sand, "Mhm."

"I should be able to return us home in the morning, once I have regained my energy."

Virgil squinted up at the sun, hanging low in the morning sky.

Roman clarified, "Our timezone's morning."

Virgil nodded slowly.

A cold breeze whipped across the beach. A harsh reminder that winter was coming.

"You're shivering," Roman yawned, "We should get inside."

Virgil lifted his hand to confirm that he was, in fact, shivering; although he wasn't sure if it was caused by the cold, shock or just anxiety, "Inside where?"

Cautiously, Roman stood, swaying slightly. He attempted to gather his bearings. In the distance he saw the spire of the town's chapel, meaning there should be a beach house only a minute or so away. His teleportation accuracy wasn't too bad. Not great but not too bad.

"There's a beach house like one minute away; we can stay there."

"Okay," Virgil said, making no attempt to stand.

Roman stood awkwardly for a few seconds. Cautiously, he offered Virgil a hand up.

Virgil accepted the offer without a thought and followed Roman as they began to walk down the beach.

Virgil stared at his feet throughout the short walk, dragging them slightly through the sand. Roman and he walked close, occasionally bumping into one another, but they walked in silence. Virgil didn't know whether the silence was comfortable or uncomfortable; he sure felt uncomfortable but when didn't he?

Roman broke the silence first, "It was much closer than I had expected. My navigational skills truly are sublime."

"Yeah so great that we're in Spain." Virgil mumbled.

Roman huffed, but didn't argue. Out of his pocket, he produced a key which he used to unlock the door to a large, wooden beach house with wide windows. Virgil couldn't see inside the house as the curtains were drawn, but he could tell just from the exterior that the place was expensive. Was it Roman's? Did he carry that key in his pocket all the time? Did they have WiFi? Stupid question, of course they had WiFi. Still, that didn't calm his nerves.

Roman pushed open the door and stumbled in, his usual grace replaced with obvious fatigue.

Roman gestured lazily around the house as he walked through, "Living room- TV is in Spanish. Kitchen- help yourself. Bathroom." Virgil barely had time to take it all in at the pace Roman was going. He gestured to the final two doors in a corridor they'd entered, "My room. Your room. WiFi password is 'Pinnochio'. Help yourself to whatever, seriously. Goodnight." Roman disappeared into his room.

Virgil heard as Roman immediately flopped onto his bed. He opened his own door and ventured into 'his' room. It was clearly a guest room- minimalistic and decorated with very simple blues and grays. Virgil carefully removed his shoes and lay on the bed. He reached into his pocket for his phone. It wasn't there.

Virgil jolted up into a sitting position, "Shit." He checked again. And again. The checked all his other pockets, twice. It definitely wasn't there. Of course it wasn't, he thought, there were so many opportunities he could've lost it. It could be halfway across the world, or buried in sand. Virgil knew his breathing was becoming erratic and looked around frantically for anything with a steady beat to count with. Aha! There was a clock on the wall.

Virgil closed his eyes and listened for the sounds of ticking. They were faint, but present. In for seven ticks. Hold for six ticks. Out for four ticks.

After many ticks, probably several minutes, Virgil's logical thinking came back well enough for him to think productively.

He had a few options: he could go to sleep, because that panick attack had really tired him out, and deal with everything later; he could go search for his phone in an unfamiliar country with no sure way to contact anyone if something went wrong, or risk getting locked out of the house, or he could go wake up Roman.

Virgil was leaning heavily towards the 'go to sleep' option until he thought of his brother. It had been a passing 'what would Patton want me to do?' thought, but it had spurred on a whole string of tangled, non-sensical thoughts. At first he'd been mad that he hadn't thought about messaging his brother straight away. If he'd not arrived at home without saying anything, Patton would be worried sick. That was the last thing Virgil wanted. The thoughts spiralled further from there. He imagined scenarios of Patton in the morning, stressed out of his mind, running frantically around town, getting injured, getting lost... He was wasting time. The clock told him he'd been there an hour. It had only felt like twenty (hell-ish) minutes. Did he blame his anxiety or ADHD for that time jump? Both liked to speed up time and making him feel like he'd missed time. Together they made hell of time management.

Either way, the longer he waited, the higher the chance Patton would worry. That thought prompted him to get off of the bed and leave his room. But where was he going?

Virgil stood in the hallway. Opposite him was Roman's room. He could knock, wake Roman up and borrow his phone. Of course, he'd be disturbing him. And he had been so tired after teleporting them across the globe- God, Virgil still hadn't let that fully sink in- and it felt wrong waking him up after that. Surely he'd be mad. But what was the alternative? Search the beach alone? If it was easy to spot, it surely would've been stolen by now, and if it was buried under the sand who know if Virgil could find it or if it even still worked. Which direction had they even come from?

What would Patton want him to do? What would Patton want him to do?

He closed his eyes and knocked quietly on Roman's door. No response.

He knocked again, louder. This time, Roman sleepily called out, "Yeah?" and then, when Virgil said nothing, added "Come in." Virgil obliged.

Roman's room had the same basic layout as Virgil's, but bore bright reds and accents of gold, rather than the muted colours. Light streamed through a window, showing carefully placed Disney and musical posters plastered the wall above Roman's bed, occasionally accompanied with polaroids, though they were scarce. Not many other personal items seemed to live in the room, other than a couple of books on a mainly empty bookshelf. Logan wouldn't approve.

Roman still lay, mostly asleep, on his back despite Virgil being in the room. Virgil briefly wondered whether he'd imagined Roman telling him to come in, until Roman rolled onto his side and asked, "What's up?"

Virgil shuffled closer towards the bed. "Uh, well, I lost my phone at some point and I, I should really text Patton so he doesn't get worried about me. Could I borrow your phone please?"

Roman remained silent for a few seconds. He may have fallen back asleep, or his mind may be taking a little longer than usual to process everything Virgil had sputtered out, but he eventually held his hand out and... The air grew cold. Virgil's phone appeared in Roman's hand.

Virgil took a step back. He was sure the phone had appeared out of nothing. "How did you-"

"I'll explain later." Roman promised. Very tired."

"Right. Sorry." Virgil said, shifting towards the door. "Goodnight."

Roman yawned, "Phone." and waved his hand around a bit. Virgil mentally slapped himself. His forgetfulness and idiocy was genuinely impressive.

He took the phone from Roman and whispered "Thank you."

Roman grasped his hand as he pulled away. His grip was gentle, but Virgil still flinched at the unexpected contact.

Roman propped himself up lazily with his spare arm and squinted up at Virgil. "Try get some sleep. You look dead. Wear my spare pajamas. Top drawer next to the door."

"It's fine I-"

"Just do it, Barry Grouch, you'll look adorable. And could you close the curtains please?"

Virgil didn't argue. He only just managed to splutter out a quiet "Sure." as he drew the heavy Res curtains shut. He awkwardly grabbed a gray shirt and some black pajama pants from Roman's drawer and finally left the room.

" 'Night." Roman quietly shouted to Virgil after he closed the door. Virgil leaned against the hallway wall and whispered "Goodnight." back. His cheeks burned and his head spun. What had just happened?

He traipsed thoughtlessly back into his room and messaged a quick excuse to Patton, explaining how they'd run into one of Virgil's work friends and crashed at his place, and that Patton didn't need to worry. The phone was low battery, but he didn't care enough to look around for a charger, so Virgil simply texted Patton again saying that he should text Roman if he needed to talk to one of them. Then he switched it off and placed it on the nightstand.

Feeling rather rattled and out of place, but predominantly tired, the small adult changed into his borrowed pajamas. He smelt a faint fragrance of Roman's spray, and those rose candles he always burned. The soft clothes hung off of his slim figure. They weren't actually too much bigger than Virgil's usual pajamas, but his were a size too big anyway. He liked loose fitting clothes more than anything else.

Virgil drew his own curtains shut and slipped under the covers of the bed. Unlike any other night that month, he fell quickly into dreamless sleep.

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intheyear39 · 5 years

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Rainy Days and Wednesdays (Gwilym Lee x Reader)

Genre: Romance / Fluff

Rating: PG-13 for swearing

Length: 2637 words

Summary: Gwilym takes you for a drive.

Author’s Note: This was harder to write than Fleece Blanket for some reason despite having a clear prompt in mind—I’ll get to that in a sec—but thanks to the moral and creative support of my Discord, I was able to get over my first writer’s block since I started writing again (like, three weeks ago).

Shameless promotion but the prompt is from a Japanese song by a group called V6, 「意味のないドライブ」imi no nai doraibu lit. translation, “Meaningless Drive”. If you want to listen to it and/or read the unofficial translation, you can find it here. ANYWAY! I hope you enjoy it and I’d love to know your thoughts! <3

Special thanks to Ella @39-volunteers-to-space for making a moodboard for this huhu you didn’t have to and it’s already a great pleasure to proofread Kairos (GO READ IT IF YOU HAVEN’T BTW) ILY <3

Taglist: @39-volunteers-to-space @moonvinyls @grooveei @theoddowldoodle @bburellina @im-happy-at-home @dorkydeaky @seven-seas-0f-bri and one of my bestest friends Sera who knows both the song and Gwilym (and WHO HASN’T USED HER TUMBLR YET BUT TAGGING HER ANYWAY) @a--kind--of--magic

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“I’ll pick you up at six, yeah?”

You read Gwilym’s message to you over and over. He didn’t always pick you up from work, but when he did, you were always excited to see him. That’s no surprise of course—the two of you had been dating for a while now—but for some reason, it just always felt new.

At this point, you were just waiting for time to pass. He had texted over an hour ago, but all you had done was look at that message and not work. Not that your boss minded; he wasn’t here today anyway.

Yet you were still having a terrible day, and you couldn’t tell anyone about it because, you sighed, you didn’t know why.

And that’s the worst because how would you cure that?

How would you make that go away?

It’s just one of those days, a gloomy Wednesday, and so you were more than delighted that Gwilym would pick you up tonight.

Your phone buzzed one more time. Another message.

“You okay?”

It’s as if Gwilym was reading your mind at that exact moment.

You took a long second to reply, mainly because you didn’t know what to type, so your mobile buzzed again, this time continuously. He was phoning you.

“Uh, hello?” you quietly answered so that no one else in the office would hear.

“You okay, love?” his voice sounded worried, but also rather sexy. It distracted you for a second.

“Y-yeah, I’m good.”

You didn’t know why you lied, because he could always tell when you did.

“Well, you don’t sound like it to me,” he said matter-of-factly. “Tell me what’s wrong.”

“I-I...” you started, but words just wouldn’t come out. It was hard to explain without sounding foolish.

You heard him sigh at the end of the other line. “You don’t need to worry about anything,” he said finally. “Also, I’m pulling in at the car park now.”

You let out a tiny squeal, which made him laugh—and you always wanted to make him laugh—and hastily grabbed your things, pulled out your thumb drive from your office computer without safely removing it (you knew you’d regret doing that later but who gives a shit, Gwil’s here), and dashed through the halls yelling, “See you all later!” to no one in particular as you exited your office building, dashing like mad.

At the car park, you suddenly realised that it was raining. Being confined in those tight, monochromatic spaces didn’t let you see much of the outside for most of the day. Despite that, you forgot how that made you usually feel because, standing outside the car, leaning against it, waiting for you, in his dark brown jumper with his glasses on, was Gwilym. He looked delighted to see you. You didn’t hesitate to run towards him and embrace him. He just felt so warm and nice and stable.

“Hey, bad day at work?” He asked in his signature dulcet tone, touching your hair gently, playing with it almost.

“Bad day in general,” you muttered as you instinctively bury your head in his chest. He held you closer for a few seconds in silence. You were beginning to feel better about things.

“Come on, I’ll take you home,” he whispered unto your forehead, his lips touching it ever so subtly.

You groaned, slightly muffled by your head being on his chest.

“But I like it here.”

He chuckled. “I know you fancy this, but we have to leave at some point. Parking rates are expensive. Come on now.”

You decided to pull away finally. “You’re wrong, you know,” you said, and you saw his eyebrows raise in faint surprise. You placed your index finger on his chest. “I love it there.”

He gave you a kiss on the lips because, at least based on his reactions in previous situations, it was a quick way to shut you up and at the same time, he would usually find you too cute not to do it (his words).

You two finally entered the car. He started the car and drove out of the car park; the rain seemed to only become stronger, and while you thought it was peak cuddling ambiance, it also made you feel a little somber. Even though you loved the rain, sometimes the darkness reminded you of your own, and you didn’t like that. Nobody liked knowing their own darkness. You continued to muse for about five minutes more, but then, you heard him mutter ‘Damn’ to himself, taking you out of your wretched thoughts.

“What is it?” You calmly asked.

“I think I forgot my car charger at home,” he said, also trying to be calm. “Do you have a phone charger with you by any chance?”

You also left your power bank at your office in your haste, as you discovered while rummaging through your handbag. “Erm, I’m sorry babe, I left it at work.”

He clicked his tongue, “That’s all right.” He seemed in deep thought.

“Was there anything important in your phone?”

“Well, your new address, for instance.”

Right. You recently moved into a new flat two days ago, and this was actually the first time Gwil would take you there from your office. The both of you hadn’t completely memorised the route yet.

“That’s okay,” you brought out your own phone. “We can use my—“

He looked at you expectantly. “Well?”

“Shit.”

“You’re joking, right?”

As if on cue, your phone drained its power as you checked it. You were hoping to rely on your power bank too, but that option was obviously moot now. You were hitting yourself on the head mentally; after all, you didn’t even hang up after that call with Gwil.

“No, sadly,” you answer rather hesitantly with the softest voice you could. “Sorry.”

He sighed and let out a small chuckle. “Don’t apologise. These things happen. Tell you what, it’s not that I don’t remember where your residence is—I do, mostly—but why don’t we just take this time to drive around the city for a while? No phones mean,” he waited a beat, “no distractions.”

He had the naughtiest smile on his face which you rarely saw, but when you did, you felt like you were falling in love with the man all over again. This time was no different.

“So, is that a yes, or...?”

“Are you fucking kidding me? I get to spend more time with my fucking boyfriend? Fuck yeah I want to!”

He laughed, a little more loudly this time. “Let’s take a drive then. I reckon you need it.”

He reached out with his right hand and held your left hand. His touch was tender but firm, warm enough to send shivers down your spine. You then snuggled up to him, placing your head on his shoulder, your eyes closing. Now, with the rain, gloomy or not, this was definitely peak cuddling ambiance.

“You’re really loving this,” he said rather cheekily.

“Shut up and drive,” was your retort and he laughed again.

“Yes ma’am,” he responded in a cheerful tone.

You enjoyed the blissful silence that came after. Gwil seemed to enjoy it too, and sometimes, silence between you two was a comforting thing; no words needed. After a few more moments, you opened your eyes again. You went out of the city, it seemed like—cars and tall buildings were replaced by grasslands and cattle. It was getting darker, the city lights getting fewer. Where was he going to take you?

“Are you awake?” He took a quick glance down to you.

“Hmm, yeah. Where are we?”

“We’re not far off from where your flat is,” he said, as if trying to assure you. He probably heard the sudden panic in your voice. “About fifteen minutes? We’ll be back just in time.”

“No...” was your immediate response. You didn’t want this to end, because it meant that you would have to go home—it meant you had the rest of the week to face, two more fucking days, and you abhorred that feeling of absolute dread more than anything else right now.

“Oh, but you have work tomorrow, we both do.”

You groaned a little more loudly than intended, “I know, but…I don’t want to hear the truth right now. I only want to hear the good things.”

You didn’t want to get angry, not right now, especially not at him. He’s the only one you have.

“Right, I apologise.”

This time, an odd silence ensued. You both could feel it, but you thought it was better to let it go. You did say you only wanted to hear good things today.

“Erm,” he broke the silence, a bit hesitant, “you know what, you never told me what your favourite colour was.”

“What?” you were surprised to hear that question at this moment. Although, it was true—you had never told him what your favourite colour was, because, you never thought he would be interested in things like that. Gwilym was more of a conceptual thinker, an introspective kind of guy, so anything of this sort was too trivial to him. Honestly, it was cute that he’s bringing it up now. He’s trying.

“Uh, blue, I think,” you lifted your head to meet his gaze. Like his eyes. “Like your eyes.”

He blushed, but attempted to cover it up by saying, “You’re only saying that because you’re grateful that I’m spending my petrol on you.”

You giggled, “That is the least sexy thing you’ve ever said tonight.”

“Hey, you laughed! That’s my girl!”

And that’s when you realised: He was trying to take your mind off of things, distract you. He knew you were having a bad day, and he knew you didn’t want to talk about it. If you were honest, you wouldn’t know what to talk about with yourself either. He’s trying. You thought it’s the cutest thing.

And most importantly, this reminded you that he’s there to take care of you when you needed him most. Always.

“I know what you’re trying to do,” you gave him a smirk.

He chuckled, “Well, it worked, didn’t it? Besides, I do enjoy spending time with you. It doesn’t matter what we are doing. I don’t care if it’s stupid or pointless, as long as we’re both having fun, yeah?”

“Truer words have never been spoken,” you nodded and laid your head back on his shoulder.

“Oh, you know I’m right.” You laughed. He then squeezed your hand before kissing it, smiling as he did so.

You closed your eyes again. You hadn’t noticed all this time, but there had been music playing on the radio; it was turned down, but not all the way. You’d really love some music right now.

“Gwil, could you turn the volume up on the radio?”

“Of course.”

The radio DJ began, “Next up, a song from the hit movie Music and Lyrics, ‘Pop! Goes My Heart’ by Hugh Grant.”

“What in the fuck,” Gwilym was appalled, clearly, and you never usually heard him swear that aggressively.

It made you smile.

And of course, he noticed. “What’s that smile for?”

“Nothing—it’s a cute song. It’s fun!” Then, it reminded you of something that had been on your mind for a while now. “You know, you should do romcoms more.”

“What?” he was more confused than angry. “I’m bad at those.”

“No, you’re not.” you bit your lip—you wanted to say he was great at romance based on your experience, but you knew he would say that it’s different, that because it’s you. The song was fun anyway, so you decided to focus on that.

“I can imagine you dressed up as a pop star in the 80’s, wearing a white studded polo, a black scarf that can engulf you whole, studded bracelets, that checkered belt around white trousers! I mean, you pulled off Brian May’s hair; I’m pretty sure you can pull off a mullet.” You put your tongue out just to annoy him.

He scoffed, but he was smirking. “No more costumes and wigs for me for the moment, thanks.”

“But you would be so cute though!” your voice went a pitch higher as you lifted your head up to face him. “You playing the piano, singing, dancing—!"

“You like my little hip shakes, huh,” he demonstrated (but still focused on his driving). “I said I wasn’t gonna lose my head, but then, pop! goes my heart~”

“Careful with that—you’re driving! You’re mental!”

Though, you had to admit, he looked good doing it. He sounded good, too. He’s perfect.

He laughed, “Perhaps you’re right. If they decide to do a remake of Music and Lyrics in another 10 years, maybe I’ll say yes. I’ll probably be Hugh Grant’s age when he did it.”

“I’d watch a remake now, to be honest,” you linked your arm with his one more time and held it really closely. You looked ahead to watch the road; you noticed he was driving back into the city again. Your heart sank—the reality started to set in again, that you had to go back to your regular life, to the routine. You wished this could last forever. If only.

“You’re living that romcom now though, don’t you agree?” he whispered, breaking your train of thought. Without warning too, so it gave you goosebumps. The good kind.

“Not if it has to end soon,” you sighed. You were completely aware that this fun little ride had to end at some point. You knew you would face the reality of life again, that you’re not always going to be happy. But then, you also realised: You had Gwil. And that’s enough.

He made a melancholic face too. “You know what love, I’ll promise you something if you promise me that you’ll stop gloating about it. Deal?”

You hummed an answer. You were sceptical, but oddly excited about it.

“Okay, I’ll pick you up from work every day from now—"

You screamed in glee. He covered his left ear almost immediately.

“I wasn’t done yet, love!” he had to exclaim over your excitement.

“Sorry.”

“I’ll pick you up from work every day from now on, unless I have work or I’m out of town or for some reason I can’t make it to you in time. Okay? That’s a promise.”

Just in time, he parked the car outside your building. The heavy rain seemed to have turned into just a drizzle—enough not to need an umbrella—and it’s like a metaphor for your mood tonight. Before seeing Gwil, it had been sour, somber, melancholic, but now, it had become more optimistic, kind, merry. His promise was just cherry on top.

Sure, it wasn’t anything significant, but it made you excited, for the first time in a long while. That was rare.

Grateful, your eyes were twinkling. “You fucking promise?”

“I fucking promise,” his were too.

You reached out for an embrace, and he held you so tightly that you almost couldn’t breathe. It was still a good feeling. As he let go, he held your face delicately with his warm hands, his elongated fingers almost covering the sides of your face. He kissed you tenderly, and your noses touched afterwards, feeling the breath of each other in this cold, damp winter night.

“I love you,” he said, almost shyly.

“I love you too,” you said back, “and thank you for spending your petrol on me in this pointless fucking trip.”

He cracked up, “Good callback.”

“I do my best,” you bragged, shrugging.

“So, I’ll see you tomorrow, yeah?”

“Yeah of course!” you answered as you opened the car door and got out. “And Gwil?”

“Yeah?”

“Tomorrow I’ll drive. I know where we can take a detour.”

END.

A/N: A sequel may be possible? IDK. Let me know if you want one.

#fanfiction #gwilym lee x reader #gwilym lee

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jokessho · 7 years

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[Drabble] Can we fix it? ...Probably not

Okay, I have a list of 12 prompts lined up (with various pairings/characters), which I plan to get done before the end of the year (badger me if I seem to be falling behind).

Here’s the reply drabble to @50cyg’s prompt: “I’m done! You can fix it!” -Taichi and Koushiro

Not too sure about Koushiro in this one, but I don’t have the time to re-watch Adventure and Tri to get his character right. You’re getting this :P

“I’m done! You can fix it!”

“Taichi,” Koushiro started, eyeing the pink cake in front of them on the countertop. “You do realise that I have no artistic skill whatsoever, right?”

Taichi crossed his arms over his chest, also eyeing the cake. He had bought an undecorated sponge cake at the store, after a few failed attempts at making one. Coating the cake in pink icing had been easy, but the designs he wanted on it hadn’t turned out quite how he had imagined. Thus he had called on Koushiro for help.

“So you keep saying.”

Koushiro poked the icing with a fork. “Why didn’t you ask for Sora or Yamato? Or anyone that isn’t me.”

“I tried.” Taichi said, uncrossing his arms and letting them drop to his sides in defeat. “But Sora’s busy helping her mum today and Yamato’s visiting his grandparents in that godforsaken technology-no-man’s-land.”

“Shimane?”

Taichi’s pouty silence was all the answer he needed.

Sighing, Koushiro examined the cake. “What were you planning on doing?”

“Well,” Taichi smiled at the opportunity to share his brilliant idea. “I wanted to have icing-pictures of Tailmon’s evolutions around the sides and write ‘Happy birthday Hikari’ on top in fancy letters.”

Koushiro’s dark eyes widened. “Wait, those blobs are supposed to be Tailmon’s evolutions?” He was pointing to one of the oddly shaped clumps of icing on the side of the cake.

Taichi frowned. “Just the colours and general shape. What, you can’t tell?”

“Honestly? No, I can’t say that I can…”

The right colours were there, sure, but other than that, all the different evolutions looked the same.

“And that’s why I asked you to fix it; I laid down the foundations and you do the actual sculpting.”

“And I told you that I don’t have the capabilities for something like that.”

Taichi brushed him aside. “You’re the genius of the group. Look it up online or something.”

“Even if we did have instructions, I doubt either of us would have the proper skills to follow said instructions.”

“Can’t be that difficult.”

“I’m quite certain you’re wrong.”

Letting out a noise of frustration, Taichi walked to the kitchen table, pulling out a chair and taking a seat. He let his head drop onto the wood in front of him.

Shaking his head, Koushiro picked up the cake and carefully made his way to the table. He then walked towards the front door, pulling his laptop from the bag he had left there.

“You’re really going to be looking up instructions?”

“Well we need to do something. We can’t give Hikari a cake that looks like her Digimon partner exploded on the sides.”

“I know.” Taichi lamented, poking the icing with a finger.

Koushiro opened his laptop, sitting next to Taichi and slapping the tanned hand away from the cake in the process.

Taichi watched as Koushiro poised his fingers over the laptop keys. The genius paused. He turned to the brunet.

“What am I searching? How to decorate a cake? Or shall I be more specific?”

“How to decorate a cake with pictures of—” Realising that there probably wouldn’t be instructions on how to decorate cakes with Digimon pictures, Taichi changed his course: “Pictures of cats.”

With a firm nod, Koushiro’s fingers flew over the keyboard, typing in the query.

Taichi leaned over to look at the screen.

“Oh, I like that one!”

“Taichi, we cannot possibly do something that complicated.”

“Oh, then how about the one with the flowers, but make them look more like Hikari’s crest?”

“Still too complicated.”

Koushiro scrolled through the pictures, each more complicated and intricate than the next. At the end of the first search-result page, Koushiro leaned back into the chair.

“Taichi, I doubt we will manage anything other than circles with tails and ears—if we can even manage that.”

Taichi quirked an eyebrow. “Meaning?”

“We should just stick to making Nyaromons on the sides and writing ‘Happy birthday Hikari’ in plain letters.”

Taichi looked at his colourful blobs on the sides. “But she’s mainly yellow. I don’t think we have enough yellow icing.”

Koushiro shrugged, looking uncertain. “Hikari won’t mind if they’re not accurate colour-wise, I’m sure.”

Determined, Taichi stood up staring the cake down. “We are making all the evolutions! If we can make circles with tails and ears, then we can do them all, up to Tailmon. We can just make the bodies from circles: one for Nyaromon, two for Plotmon, and two for Tailmon.”

“We can try…”

“That’s the spirit!” Taichi cheered, slapping a hand on Koushiro’s shoulder. “Now get to work.” He sat back down, pushing the cake towards the shorter male.

Koushiro blinked at the cake, then at Taichi. “Um. Isn’t this teamwork?”

“Yes.” Taichi said, placing his hands behind his head and leaning back in his chair. “I put the right colour on, now you finish it up. Here,” He leaned forward, pulling off some of the icing. “I’ll remove the Angewomon icing. Just spread the other ones out a bit more and it’ll be perfect.”

Heaving a heavy sigh, Koushiro pulled off the yellow and purple icing, proceeding to try and mould the colours into something resembling circles.

Half an hour and a very bored Taichi later, Koushiro had something resembling Nyaromon on the tabletop in front of him.

“What do you think?” Koushiro asked, grinning at Taichi.

The brunet cast a glance at the piece of art and gave a nonchalant jerk of his head. “It’ll do.”

Koushiro frowned. “At least you can tell what it is now.”

“Sure, but we need to hurry; there’s only an hour or so until Hikari gets home.”

Dark eyes widened, flying to the clock on the wall.

“Taichi! Why didn’t you say so earlier? We need to hurry!”

“That’s what I just said.”

“You should have said earlier!”

“I tried, but you kept hushing me, telling me you needed to concentrate.”

True, but: “You need to help, now, too! Start working on the text, and I’ll make Plotmon.”

In his rush to get Nyaromon onto the cake, Koushiro failed to take into account the icing sticking to the tabletop. It tore in half.

“Oh no!”

“It’s fine. Just stick the halves on and blend the tear.” Taichi said, peeling off the white icing from on top of the cake. He paused. “How are we going to make letters out of this?”

“Just make straight lines or something. Nothing fancy; we need to get this done now!”

Just then, the two hear a key turn in the lock.

Koushiro turned his eyes from the front door to Taichi. “Please tell me that’s your mother.”

“I hope so?”

“I’m home!” Came a cheery, young voice.

“Shit.” Taichi cursed, giving Koushiro a look that demanded he finish the decorating whilst he distracted his sister.

In panic, Koushiro grabbed at the off-white icing, wondering how he would manage to make Plotmon’s legs resemble Plotmon’s legs. He paused, heart beating frantically as he heard Taichi ask Hikari why she was home so early. He decided to stick with his simplified plan and make more Nyaromons. Different colours would be cute, right?

“Come on, Taichi, move! I want a shower.”

“But—”

Koushiro hear Hikari’s footsteps and jumped out of his chair.

“Hi Hikari! We’re not doing anything!” He yelled, placing himself in front of the cake. “Uh, happy birthday!”

Hikari’s confused face split into a huge smile. “Koushiro, hi, and thank you! Did you come to celebrate my birthday?” She moved closer, arms offering a hug.

Koushiro raised his hands in front of himself, fending off the young woman. “Ah, I don’t know if I’ll be staying, I was just helping Taichi out with something.” His dark eyes flew to Taichi, who was making his way to Hikari.

“Didn’t you say you wanted a shower?” Taichi asked, pushing Hikari towards the bathroom by the shoulders.

Throwing an annoyed glance at her brother, the brunette marched towards her room. “You’re both acting so weird; I know you’re up to something.”

When Hikari’s door closed, Taichi rushed to Koushiro.

“Let’s move the cake before she comes back out!”

“Why is she home this early?” Koushiro asked and grabbed the cake, moving it into the kitchen, away from Hikari’s wandering eyes as she would go into the bathroom.

“One of her friends started feeling a bit sick, so they ended their outing early.”

“I will be making different colour variations of Nyaromon for the sides. Start working on the text.” Koushiro mumbled, distracted, ignoring Taichi’s reply.

“Is that the best you can do?”

“Yes, with the time we have.”

Hikari’s room’s door opened and the brunette walked out, throwing a frown at the two males in the kitchen.

“Enjoy your shower!” Koushiro shouted, getting a bewildered look from the younger Yagami and a glare from the elder.

“The hell?” Taichi asked.

“I panicked!” Koushiro said, getting back to fiddling with the icing.

Working frantically, the two managed to get three Nyaromon-resembling blobs around the sides of the cake and a ‘HB Hikari’ on top. It had taken them half an hour, which was not a moment too soon; they could hear the hairdryer in the bathroom turn off.

“Quick!” Taichi said, grabbing the cake. “Let’s get it on the kitchen table and sing to her when she comes out.”

“Need I remind you that we’re not Yamato and Mimi; we can’t sing.”

“It’s the thought that counts.” Taichi hissed, just as the cake was on the table and Hikari stepped out of the bathroom.

Taichi started singing, Koushiro joining in a few seconds late. The noise was horrible, but Hikari seemed amused as she walked towards them.

The song ended with all three clapping.

“Thank you.” Hikari smiled, moving to hug her brother, then wrapping her arms around Koushiro’s neck.

“We made you a cake.” Koushiro informed, a bit red in the face. “Or rather, we decorated it.”

Hikari, who had eyed the cake suspiciously at first, brightened up. “Oh! Well, the decorations look really good.” She squinted at the cake, tilting her head a bit. “Is that Nyaromon?”

“Yes!” Koushiro said, jerkily moving a bit further from the cake, so that Hikari could get a better look at the baked good. “I made them.”

Hikari grinned, admiring the cake. “Thank you. It must have taken a lot of effort.”

“Well, just a little bit.”

Hikari giggled, squeezing her brother’s hand in hers and pecking Koushiro on the cheek. “I love it.”

#fic #drabble #yagami taichi #izumi koushiro #ask prompt #yagami hikari #slight koukari maybe #second time posting this today but yeah things.....

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itsybitsylemonsqueezy · 7 years

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Rules: you must answer these 85 statements and tag 20 people

Tagged by: @freckledandspectacled who at least wanted to be tagged if anyone did this ^^;

Tagging: @graslistia @kristsune @felineladyy @karlimeaghan @goddamnitkastle @ratkhaleesi @weconqueratdawn @docnickie @awritersrejections @attic-nights That’s 10, that’s half ^^; the other half can be YOUR choosing xp

The Last …

1. drink: Fitz’s Black Cherry soda X333

2. phone call: Uhhhh... excellent question, probs one of my parents, needing me to be awake ^^;

3. text message: My girlfriend! X3 waiting her to arrive at the theater X333

4. song you listened to: Currently listening to Excelsior, GO LISTEN, IT’S SO GOOD!

5. time you cried: Ummm... fuck. A Prayer for Mad Sweeney, probs ^^; I was LEGIT crying I’ll have you know

6. dated someone twice: You mean... broken up and then gotten back together? No, god no. If you mean dated the same person on multiple dates, YEAH, of course ^^;

7. kissed someone and regretted it: Nope X3333

8. been cheated on: No, no, that was never a thing

9. lost someone special: Oh, yes. Who hasn’t? Sometimes death, sometimes a disagreement, but we’ve all lost someone

10. been depressed: Er... nothing I’d take to a psychiatrist. Nothing that lasted over a month, tops

11. gotten drunk and thrown up: Ha ha! NO, everyone thought I did, but no... I was just real upset about it xp haha... don’t get drunk friends, it’s not actually great.

Favorite Colors…

12. Ohhhh, shit, I get options, ummmm... that specific dark blue of the night sky

13. That blinding orange of the sun in a really spectacular sunset

14. And, a little personal, but... the precise flush of my girlfriend’s lips when I’ve kissed her too hard (no pic available)

In The Last Year Have You…

15. made new friend: Hells yeah!

16. fallen out of love: Um... don’t think so ^^; not even any shows I’ve fallen out of love with, man

17. laughed until you cried: ALWAYS, it’s like you don’t even know me xp

18. found out someone was talking about you: Uh, no... I’m intensely boring and not worth anyone’s speculation ^^; Also, as far as I know, people ain’t lying to me

19. met someone who changed you: Mmmm... made me feel a shitton better about myself, if that counts X33

20. found out who your friends are: Mmmm... possibly, mostly that I have more than I thought and I love them all very much

21. kissed someone on your facebook list: I mean... yeah ^^;

General

22. how many of your facebook friends do you know in real life: I think almost all of them ^^; any internet friends there I’ve known since BEFORE TIME and are basically my extended family (DBCA shoutout)

23. do you have any pets: Sadly, no

24. do you want to change your name: Nope, been with this weirdass thing too long, it suits me, everyone knows me by it (I mean... y’all know me as Lemon, but the RL peeps, I’m Edwina and like... it Means something, as I hope Lemon Means somethign to all of you ^^; ), wouldn’t change it ^^;

25. what did you do for your last birthday: Ate chocolate which my girlfriend provided and moved back into my VERY NEWLY renovated house ^^; it was Move Day, it was... yeah... yeahhhhh. Rough and tiring birthday ^^;

26. what time did you wake up: Uhhh... my alarm was set for 10, but I totes didn’t get out of bed til 11, like a jackass ^^;

27. what were you doing at midnight last night: Talking with my girlfriend in her car after watching the fireworks X333

28. name something you can’t wait for: Getting a job ^^;

29. when was the last time you saw your mom: Uhhh... 2 hours ago ^^; I live with her xp

31. what are you listening to right now: The end of Excelsior ^^; it’s a FUCKING LONG song guys ^^;

32. have you ever talked to a person named tom: Ummm... HMMMMM, I want to say yes. Could be wrong tho.

33. something that is getting on your nerves: ...the President? Yeah. Yeah. That guy.

34. most visited website: Tumbles. We be here.

35. hair colour: Honey blonde, technically speaking, tho quite the dark end of that scale, every stylist I’ve ever asked classifies me as a blonde tho

36. long or short hair: Short, only comes to my earlobes, thinking about trying it longer again though... we’ll see

37. do you have a crush on someone: You could say that X333

38. what do you like about yourself: Uhhhh... fabulous sense of humor xp

39. piercings: None

40. blood type: A-, I believe

41. nickname: Lemon! also Nike, sometimes X3

42. relationship status: In a relationship X3333

43. zodiac: Chinese: Monkey, astrological: Virgo

44. pronouns: She/her, but I’d accept they/them c:

45. favourite tv show: *shows falling out of pockets* Uhhhhhhhh... UHHHHHHHHH. I mean, Hannibal is... 💯 So... that, pretty much... yeah. I love many tho!

46. tattoos: None, but... I keep thinking

47. right or left handed: Right handed

48. surgery: Um... 2 really, hip dysplasia and a cist removal in my hand

49. piercing: I... why is this here twice?

50. sport: None ^^; But I greatly enjoy watching tennis and curling xp

51. vacation: Yes. I mean, House on the Rock, Wisconsin, OBVIOUSLY. All of the UK, just... all of it. I wouldn’t mind visiting Denmark or Sweden either. New Zealand tho, for real. The True Dream.

52. pair of trainers: I have New Balance... fuck you, I have bad feet.

More General

53. eating: Yes. Although, hilariously, I infinitely prefer raw fish to cooked fish. Cooked fish is horrific. Shellfish is great tho. I have weird opinions on seafood.

54. drinking: Water is good for your body friends, I also like tea and ginger ale

55. i’m about to: I dunno... try to write some shit maybe ^^;

56. waiting for: Uhhh... the end of the questions ^^;

57. want: A Job

58. get married: I’m pretty certain I will ^^;

59. career: teaching ^^;

60. hugs or kisses: Yesssss, all of the above X3333

61. lips or eyes: Yes. I mean, I’ll notice eyes first, but lips are... very important ^^;

62. shorter or taller: Dead average for an American woman ^^; Shorter than almost everyone I hang out with ^^;

63. older or younger: I’m ALMOST 25 ^^; so... make of that what you will ^^;

64. nice arms or nice stomach: Arms, oh FUCK yeah, I ain’t gonna judge your core buddy *looks at own chub* I ain’t gonna judge

65. hook up or relationship: Relationship, hands down

66. troublemaker or hesitant: Depends how comfortable I am with you ^^; And, You’ll Know which it is ^^;

67. kissed a stranger: I mean... no, I don’t think that counts ^^; Certainly NOT a stranger any more ^^; approximately 5000 kisses later

68. drank hard liquor: Yeah ^^; to my everlasting regret

69. lost glasses/contact lenses: No, unless you count fire damage as ‘losing them’

70. turned someone down: Yep ^^;

71. sex on the first date: Noooo, no no no no, not... NOPE. That is... Not A Thing I will EVER be capable of doing, no thank you ^^;

72. broken someone’s heart: I mean... maybe :/ I’m very sorry if I did

73. had your heart broken: Oh YEAH man, like... that’s part of existing for me, just a part of life ^^;

74. been arrested: No, not even close ^^;

75. cried when someone died: Yep, yes I have

76. fallen for a friend: 1000% yes

Do You Believe In …

77. yourself: I try to ^^;

78. miracles: Only if we’re watching The Prince of Egypt. Also, to give the benefit of the doubt, I think you can believe in miracles without depending on them. Like... to be fair here. I could believe in A miracle without expecting one to happen to me or for me just because I said so. Because that would be... really stupid, frankly, and possibly dangerous.

79. love at first sight: No, my general first impression of my girlfriend was “Now there’s a feminist if I ever saw one,” which, I mean, is hardly a BAD first impression. And she quickly became my Favorite Person in that class, like... I made good choices friends, I made good choices. I regret nothing.

80. santa claus: You know... I never believed as a kid, but as an adult, so much of me WANTS to. It’s a weird time.I think it goes with the miracle thing, wanting to believe the world is kinder than you know it to be, wanting to think that... great things can happen just because you believe. It sure would be nice if it was true.

81. kiss on the first date: I think I did actually ^^; mainly because... I had never kissed anyone before and I had Questions ^^; Such as How To

82. angels: Only if we’re in Night Vale

Other

83. current best friend’s name: Katie X333

84. eye colour: A lovely hazel green of indeterminate value

85. favourite movie: Mmmm! Fuck me. Well, it’s not my favorite, but I just saw Baby Driver and it’s REALLY good and I want to tell everyone to go see it. GO SEE IT. IT’S VERY GOOD. Edgar Wright did it again friends!

#Lemon things #ask Lemon #ask meme

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Character Development Questions Hard Mode 1-45 for Infinite?

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I assume you mean SOS Text / Future!Infinite so minor spoilers

1. Does your character have siblings orfamily members in their age group? Which one are they closest with?

He’s not close to his blood relatives, but he has a group of people he works with. They consider themselves a family, and are all physically in their 20s. Out of all of them, he’s arguably the closest to his boss, Hafia. She gets the most nicknames.

2. What is/was your character’srelationship with their mother like?

He’s been told that he loved her very much and would do anything for her.

3. What is/was your character’srelationship with their father like?

He’s been told that he loved him very much and that he learned so much from him.

4. Has your character ever witnessedsomething that fundamentally changed them? If so, does anyone else know?

He’s only like ~20 years into his timeline during SOS Text, so not yet lmao.

(Years down the road, he’ll watch the Observants remove a ghost’s core and vow to do whatever it takes to make sure that doesn’t happen to him- already established events in his timeline be damned)

5. On an average day, what can be foundin your character’s pockets?

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A shitton of yarn. He doesn’t know where it’s coming from, but lord almighty it’s everywhere.

several rolls of leopard print duct tape.

like, 3 boxes worth of fun-sized snickers

Sharpies in various colours, but quite a few black ones

some cool looking rocks - one’s shaped vaguely like the outline of a cat!

a bag of Honey Nut Cheerios, long since smashed to pieces

business cards with his name written in English, Esperanto, German, Modern Ghost, and Ancient Ghost that proclaim him to be a ‘world-class piece of shit’

paper airplanes, in various stages of completion

the plug and cord from an old toaster (the rest wouldn’t fit)

like, 7 decks of playing cards

Polaroids of his best friend doing stupid shit- ie, that time he got frustrated while trying to build a house of cards and brought out the super glue

ribbons, tied in various knots

a set of lock picks

a hamster ball for his pet mouse Finnegan R. Cheddar

Occasionally, Finnegan R. Cheddar

various attempts to use the yarn to make beanies, all of them bad

a book of card tricks

the ‘Bees?’ card from a Cards Against Humanity game

A plastic egg

Various items he has pickpocketed from people - photos, wallets, keys

packages of hot chocolate with little tiny marshmallows

stupid trinkets he’s made from wire, most of them bad

Polaroids of cute dogs

a list of every Observant name he knows and a shitty nickname for each of them

free-range glitter, which sticks to almost everything (it’s also eatable, mostly)

Various pieces of nicely made bread

a keychain with a volcano on it that ‘erupts’ when you press a button

a cellphone in kind of shitty condition with cool apps and pretty impressive highscore on flappy bird

And finally;

a much, much older iPhone with a severely cracked screen and an adapter that allows it to charge itself with ambient ectoplasm. He doesn’t know the password, and the lockscreen’s background is a giant middle finger.

6. Does your character have recurringthemes in their dreams?

A lot of his dreams involve either fog or a game of tug-of-war. Also bread, but that’s just because he really likes bread lmao

7. Does your character have recurringthemes in their nightmares?

Rejection. He’s terrified of what will happen when nobody wants him anymore.

(Later, he’ll see what the Observants are capable of- and on bad nights he’ll lose his friends and family by their hands over and over again)

8. Has your character ever fired a gun?If so, what was their first target?

Yep, it was an ectogun aimed at a ghost- really, when his story takes place in the world of Danny Phantom, what else would it be?

(Later, he’ll learn to use a real gun, and will hate every second it’s in his hand)

9. Is your character’s currentsocioeconomic status different than it was when they were growing up?

Currently, he’s much better off than he was when he was growing up. Which is funny, considering that he’s dead.

10.Does your character feel morecomfortable with more clothing, or with less clothing?

More clothing; he LOVES turtlenecks, but has been told that they ‘make him look like an absolute fucking nerd.’

11.In what situation was your characterthe most afraid they’ve ever been?

The first time Infinite entered the human realm, he found himself in a ruined Timeline where he was nearly killed by people who said they knew him. Hafia rescued him, and healed him up, but refused to explain. Infinite had to find answers for himself, and those answers horrified him.

12.In what situation was your characterthe most calm they’ve ever been?

The first time he met the Observants, his family quietly panicked. Infinite, however, offered his right hand for a shake and introduced himself.

He was wearing a hand buzzer.

The Observants automatically started looking for an excuse to murder him.

13.Is your character bothered by thesight of blood? If so, in what way?

His family was worried he would be, but he’s not particularly. He’s wary of it, though; human blood severely burns ghosts like him.

14.Does your character remember names orfaces easier?

Mostly faces, since he has a tendency to give people shitty nicknames.

15.Is your character preoccupied withmoney or material possession? Why or why not?

Not really. Hafia or his honourary sister, Tempest, could easily get him whatever material thing he desired, and they also have a room filled with various currencies from the past ~300 years. material things aren’t really a concern for Infinite.

16.Which does your character idealizemost: happiness or success?

Success. He’s convinced that as long as he can succeed, he’ll be happy. They world just likes to make that difficult for him.

17.What was your character’s favoritetoy as a child?

He’s been told it was a build-a-bear dog dressed a shirt covered with pumpkins.

18.Is your character more likely toadmire wisdom, or ambition in others?

Ambition, definitely. He’s more interested in people who are out there getting what they want; they’re usually more interesting, anyway.

19.What is your character’s biggestrelationship flaw? Has this flaw destroyed relationships for them before?

It’s a good thing this question says ‘biggest’ because Infinite Hour is SHIT at interacting with people and I could write a short essay on that fact alone.

He likes to test the boundaries; he insults, annoys, and otherwise harasses the people he meets until they snap at him. And he does this constantly, because a lot of people he knows refuse to snap at him. To Infinite, that’s just infuriating- so when he does eventually meet people he can push to their breaking point, well, he likes to have fun with it.

He’s ruined a lot of relationships like this, but for the most part he never saw the people he’d hurt again anyways.

(‘most part,’ I saw, as Clockwork, Pariah, the Observants, and half the cast of SOS Text glare at Infinite from a distance)

20.In what ways does your charactercompare themselves to others? Do they do this for the sake of self-validation,or self-criticism?

At the current point in his timeline, Infinite doesn’t really compare himself to others- the times that he does, it’s accompanied by a scoff and a reference to how he could do it so much better

21.If something tragic or negativehappens to your character, do they believe they may have caused or deserved it,or are they quick to blame others?

Most of the time something bad happens, he doesn’t care until it directly effects him. Then, it’s self-blame all the way.

(Later, he’ll get better at not caring, and passing the blame onto other people and even convincing them that he’s innocent. But the little voice in the back of his mind reminding him that he did this will never fully stop)

22.What does your character like inother people?

He likes people who are upfront and truthful, who are strong make an effort to go after their goals. People who don’t just sit by, who speak their mind, have a good sense of humor, and are smart. But mainly, he likes people who like him for who he is, not for what they’re heard.

23.What does your character dislike inother people?

Stupidity, whether that’s people who are stupidly brave or just not as smart as Infinite ‘over complicated is just another word for smart’ Hour. People who suck up and bend over backwards to be accepted by everyone, or who don’t know when to give up or make excuses for their inaction. But most importantly, he dislikes people who act like he’s a big deal- but only because of one story he’s heard, over and over, where’s he painted as a saint and sacrifices himself for a reason that has never once made sense to him.

24.How quick is your character to trustsomeone else?

Depends on the situation and what he knows about him. The first time he met Clockwork, Infinite had heard hundreds of stories about how amazing he was and was practically in love. Clockwork wanted nothing to do with him.

(Later, he’ll bounce across the multiverse, and assume that if he could trust someone in one world he can trust them in the next. He will be wrong, and pay for it.)

25.How quick is your character tosuspect someone else? Does this change if they are close with that person?

If all the signs point to them, he’ll put it together pretty quickly. If experience has shown that they’re not someone he should trust, he’ll be more willing to challenge them about it. Otherwise, and especially if he’s close to them, he’ll keep any suspicions locked away in the back of his mind.

26.How does your character behave aroundchildren?

He doesn’t particularly interact with children, but he finds them amusing. He’ll go along with their games, for the most part. However, if it’s a child version of his family or friends, he puts his best foot forwards. If it’s a child version of his boss (who he’s encountered numerous times), he’ll act like the perfect person and tell her to ‘remember that for later.’

27.How does your character normally dealwith confrontation?

By running the fuck away lmao.

Infinite can fight if he needs to, sure- but if it isn’t something he can handle easily, he is gone.

28.How quick or slow is your characterto resort to physical violence in a confrontation?

If he doesn’t have a choice, he’ll fight, but he normally keeps his distance. He’ll stick to stuff he can shoot or throw, and stall for time until someone else can come up with a plan.

29.What did your character dream ofbeing or doing as a child? Did that dream come true?

He’s been told that he really wanted to be an astronaut. He ended up in space once while teleporting about; it gave him a pretty bad headache and Hafia had to come rescue him.

30.What does your character findrepulsive or disgusting?

Most typically gross things. Anything that came out of a human body, anything decomposing, open wounds (bonus points if someone puts something in it), thing like that.

31.Describe a scenario in which yourcharacter feels most comfortable.

trick question; he’s permanently low-key uncomfortable.

He’s traveling through time, and comes across a group of people. He travels with them, they all playfully annoy each other, they share food and stories, they thwart the Observants or some other group with too much power, and they take him to see something amazing. He takes a picture and later retells the tale to his best friend, who replies with a story from before Infinite died. He hears the story about how his past-self embarrassed himself and smiles, knowing that it sounds exactly like something his current self would do.

32.Describe a scenario in which yourcharacter feels most uncomfortable.

Every moment of his afterlife lmao.

He’s in a heavily populated area, dressed up fancily and his hair is down. One member of his family is always nearby to make sure he behaves. People like him, and they let him know. Constantly. They call him a hero, and talk about every good thing he did before he died. He insults them under his breath, but his family makes sure they don’t hear. The Observants are nearby, waiting for him to make a mistake that they can use. Someone insults his best friend, and he has no choice but to smile and nod.

33.In the face of criticism, is yourcharacter defensive, self-deprecating, or willing to improve?

Defensive. He takes criticism as a personal attack, and gets upset with that.

If it’s criticism about how much of an ass he is, however, he doesn’t care for the most part. He’s enjoying himself, isn’t that what’s really important?

34.Is your character more likely to keeptrying a solution/method that didn’t work the first time, or immediately moveon to a different solution/method?

He’ll stick to one method until he knows for certain it isn’t working.

35.How does your character behave aroundpeople they like?

With his friends and family, there’s a lot of playful insults and stupid jokes. He makes a lot of puns. He’ll tell stories, give them nicknames, take pictures when they’re not looking, and listen to what they have to stay. He’ll push their boundaries, but will never cross the line.

With random people he happens to meet and be interested by, there’s still a lot of teasing and bad jokes. But he’ll show off his powers and skills, and talk a lot about practically nothing. He’ll play up the parts of himself he thinks they’d like, and toes the line whenever he can to see what’ll make them snap.

36.How does your character behave aroundpeople they dislike?

When around people he dislikes (particularly the Observants) he will let them know. He doesn’t take anything they say or do seriously, and mocks them constantly. He undermines any authority they have, and constantly annoys them in small ways (ie, moving everything of the Observants’ he could get his hands on a couple inches to the left after threatening to move it to the right). He’ll also casually steal from them.

37.Is your character more concerned withdefending their honor, or protecting their status?

Tough call. When you’re bouncing around a world and constantly meeting people you don’t know, status loses it’s meaning. But Infinite’s not super honorable; he’ll try to protect his image, sure, but when the going gets tough he gets going.

He has a reputation of being this insanely powerful and confusing being, though, and he does do his best to keep that in place.

38.Is your character more likely toremove a problem/threat, or remove themselves from a problem/threat?

Remove himself lmao. Infinite encounters a serious problem and you’ll have to give him five good reasons why he shouldn’t just peace out.

(‘people you genuinely like are involved but won’t like you if you don’t act’ and ‘according to what we know about this point in time you do this’ are both worth all 5 slots)

39.Has your character ever been bittenby an animal? How were they affected (or unaffected)?

He’s been bitten by a dog before, but that didn’t stop him from petting it. In his defense, it was a very fluffy puppy.

40.How does your character treat peoplein service jobs?

He’s perfectly kind to them. If he’s going to be mean to them, he’ll do it because of their personality, not their job. He has standards.

41.Does your character feel that theydeserve to have what they want, whether it be material or abstract, or do theyfeel they must earn it first?

Oh, he deserves it. He deserves to live, to see the world’s coolest shit, and for people to like him for who he is now. If you say otherwise, he doesn’t like you.

42.Has your character ever had aparental figure who was not related to them?

His family is more or less stuck in the ‘siblings’ zone, and nobody gets more than ‘severe mom friend’ parental.

43.Has your character ever had adependent figure who was not related to them?

Nope. He’d be such a bad influence, could you imagine?

(Later, his family will expand as they take in a pair of teenagers- one of which who has the same powers as him. And he’ll try, he really will, but in the end the others will serve as guardians far better than he ever could)

(But even later, as he travels the multiverse, he’ll find people over and over who look up to him. People who depend on him. People who love him. And he’ll be terrified, but he’ll fight for them)

44.How easy or difficult is it for yourcharacter to say “I love you?” Can they say it without meaning it?

what’s this? Infinite ‘constantly fucks with people’ Hour, saying I love you insincerely? Ridiculous. Impossible. He would never.

Infinite isn’t exactly someone who uses the word ‘love’ while talking to other people. If it’s about an object, or a really nice cup of coffee, he’ll tell the world that he loves it. But his friends? His family? He’d only say he loved them if they were about to die, and all he could do was run.

45.What does your character believe willhappen to them after they die? Does this belief scare them?

He thinks nothing happens after the death of a ghost, and there isn’t a single thing in the world that terrifies him more than that.

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