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yoon-kooks · 1 year

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paw prints & presents | jjk

⛓️pairing: hotnerd!jungkook x popular!reader

⛓️genre: smut, fluff, college!au

⛓️summary: You and Jungkook never discussed Valentine’s Day plans, but that doesn’t mean the night won’t include corny Valentine’s cards and you getting down on your hands and knees in pretty pink lingerie for him.

⛓️word count: 2.1k

⛓️warnings: catdilf!jk, dom!jk, sub!reader, daddy/kitten undertones, praise kink, dirty talk, oc is a horny lil brat, dry humping, sex on the couch, handjob, blowjob, face fucking, cumshot, she swallows, oc makes another ignorant comment about earl grey tea lol

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a/n: here's a lil smutty drabble i wrote up for valentine's day! (you don't have to read the other p&p fics before reading this one)💖

You’ve been acting a little weird lately. Ever since February came around, you’ve been asking Jungkook about random shit like his favorite flower (lavender), his favorite romcom (none), his favorite day of the year (nonexistent), and his go-to boba order (you called him grandaddy for saying earl grey again). The most recent question was about his taste in lingerie (doesn’t matter because you’re hot regardless).

But whenever he asks why you need to know these things, you just shrug your shoulders and pretend like you’re too busy playing with the cat to answer him. The way you always shush the kitten as soon as he enters the room leads him to believe the two of you are up to no good.

It’s driving him mad.

At one point, he thought you might be sweetening him up for when you go behind his back and adopt another cat because “Lucy needs a friend” and “there’s a cute cow cat at the local shelter.” But something tells him you’ll save the cow cat shenanigans for another time.

The thing is, he’s not completely clueless here. As much as he doesn’t want to think about it, he’s well aware that Valentine’s Day is around the corner. It’s not a day he typically celebrates, but he also doesn’t know how you feel about it yet. If it’s a big deal to you, he’d want to do something thoughtful to live up to whatever the fuck you’re secretly plotting. At the same time, the two of you still haven’t made it official, so perhaps you aren’t scheming anything related to the most romantic day of the year. Perhaps he’s just overthinking it…

…Or not.

A few days before Valentine’s Day, Jungkook comes home from class early and sees something he shouldn’t have seen. Your laptop is out in the open on his bed, but you’re nowhere to be seen—probably in the bathroom or something. He’s always been the kind of guy to respectfully look away from what’s on other people’s computers or phone screens. But it’s kind of hard to ignore the pink lingerie set you apparently just ordered. The lingerie you normally wear is a sexy black or a sophisticated neutral. But this baby pink one, with the tiny red hearts and bows, is way cuter than what he’s used to seeing you in. It’s giving submissive vibes, for sure.

The thought of you wearing that tiny thing on Valentine’s Day would automatically make February 14th Jeon Jungkook’s new favorite day of the year. And that alone is something to celebrate.

But how exactly is he supposed to celebrate? It seems you have your mind made up on surprising him with pretty pink lingerie, but what can he provide in return without being too cheesy? He’s terrible at shit like this. In fact, one of his exes broke up with him specifically because he wasn’t romantic enough. She wasn’t wrong, but it’s not like he’s going to rewire his entire brain to be romantic enough for someone else’s liking. Maybe that’s fucked up of him. Maybe a good partner would make sacrifices and force themself to change for the sake of the relationship if they truly cared.

You’re different, though. With you, nothing feels forced. Rather, he gets an urge to do something nice for you, even if it goes against his natural tendencies. And right now, he wants to also surprise you with a little something on Valentine’s Day.

On the big day, he waits for you to leave for your afternoon class. That’ll give him plenty of time to put together the surprise. All he needs is some pink cardstock, markers, paint, ribbon, and a kitten.

As much as he hates cheesy Valentine’s cards, Jungkook finds himself pondering over what to write on the cardstock. Knowing you, it’s safe to go with something silly and funny. Thankfully, you’re an easy one when it comes to humor.

“Have a paw-esome Valentine’s Day, Mommy,” he writes in bold marker. You’ve been hesitant to call yourself the kitten’s mother despite raising her right alongside Jungkook. But it’s clear that you’re doing a good job. “Love, Lucy.”

He picks up the sleepy kitten, dips her paw pads into safe non-toxic paint, and adds her paw print to the bottom of the card like a signature. As the paint dries, he gives the kitty her first bath, blowdries her fur, and ties a pink little ribbon to her collar.

When the sun goes down, Jungkook rolls up the note and attaches it to the kitty’s ribbon like she’s some messenger pigeon. And then the two of them wait on the couch together, kitten loafing in the boy’s lap, for the door to open.

Five long minutes later, your keys jingle around as you unlock the front door.

“Go hide,” he whispers to the kitten who runs off into his room with a frisky tail in the air. She probably thinks he’s playing hide and seek with her like they normally do. Poor thing.

Jungkook makes himself comfortable on the couch again and pulls out his phone to look natural. Totally normal.

“Hi?” you say as soon as you open the door and see him sitting in the dark living room, his floating face illuminated by his phone screen. You hit the light switch as you kick your shoes off and look around for possible booby traps or jumpscares. It seems you’re very aware that the potential for a surprise is at an all-time high today. Then your eyes fall back on him. “Why do you look like that?”

“Like what?” He scratches the back of his head.

“Like this.” You do the awkward pose thing people do when they’re very clearly failing to act natural. How do you manage to make even the most awkward poses look cute? Maybe your little black dress has something to do with it. You weren’t wearing that earlier when you left for class.

“What do you mean? I’m just here, sitting on the couch with my phone.” Damn, is it really that obvious?

“Ah, so you were here waiting for me to get back from class like a dog?” you tease as you climb into his lap and set his phone aside. Your new perfume is a sensual lavender (no wonder you asked him about his favorite flower). And your dress is so short all he can feel is skin when he grabs hold of your ass. “Don’t worry, I missed you too.”

You snake your hands around the back of his neck and devour his lips, his tongue, his taste. He’ll never get over the moans you make just from kissing him like he’s the finest dessert you’ve ever tasted. Or the way your tongue just laps him up like a kitten—

“Wait,” he says after forcing himself to pull back from your lips. The urge to put his lips right back where they belong is incredible.

“No, Jungkook, I don’t have any homework that needs to get done before we…” Your words trail off as you kiss him some more and roll your hips against his crotch. You’ll never let it go that he’s “the biggest nerd in the world” for always making you finish your homework before sex. Thank god you don’t have any tonight. Because his hard cock is already past the point of no return.

The secret Valentine’s card still needs to be delivered, though. And the poor kitten is still waiting for her daddy to come find her.

“No seriously, wait a sec,” he chuckles, lifting you off of him before walking into his room to scoop up the kitten hiding behind the clothes hanging in his closet. When he rejoins you on the couch, he passes the fluffball to you.

“Ooh, did daddy give you a bath? You look so cute,” You sniff her orange fur and find the rolled-up note tied to her pink ribbon.

Your face quickly goes from curious to smiley as you unroll the note and read the silly message. Jungkook reads it right alongside you as if he wasn’t the one who wrote it.

“Congratulations, it seems Lucy has accepted you as her mother figure,” he says in the straightest face ever.

“Paw-esome?? Mommy??” you giggle, turning to the boy whilst cupping his chin. “Is that what you think of me?”

“It wasn’t me, it was Lucy,” he shrugs. “Right, Lucy?” She meows in agreement.

Then he pins you down against the couch cushions and leans in to whisper, “You’re my baby girl, remember?”

Your face is flushed with color as you nod up at him. You grab a handful of his t-shirt and pull him in. He finds your neck and leaves a trail of little marks as your body heats up beneath him.

“I love the card, by the way,” you manage to get out between breaths. “Thank you, Jungkook.”

“Like I said, it wasn’t from me.” His gives you a few more kisses while running his hands along your dress. As hot as you are in that dress, he��d love to get his hands on everything hiding beneath it. “I didn’t even know today was Valentine’s Day.”

“Liar. You suck, you know that.” You pout for half a second before your horny eyes are showing again. “Guess you don’t want to see the surprise I have for you.”

“What is it?” he asks a little too quickly. He must sound like such a simp.

You sit up, leaning your tits against his chest, and say, “Undress me.”

Jungkook lifts the dress up and over your head to reveal the same lingerie set he saw on your computer screen the other day. Except now it’s on your body. And boy does it look good on you. It doesn’t matter that he already had a sneak peek at it and plenty of time to mentally prepare himself for this. He still can’t take his eyes off of his baby girl looking all pretty in pink. And he forgets to speak.

“What do you think?” You drop to your knees on the carpet and situate yourself between his legs.

“Hot,” is all he can say before you unzip him and get your hands on his hard cock.

“Good.” You wet your lips with a sly tongue. Your hands start stroking his length up and down as you eye his tip. “It was an impulse buy the other day when I was feeling so horny for your cock.”

“Do you need my cock that badly?” he asks, his breath getting rougher.

You nod, licking your lips again. He’d normally make you wait a little longer before letting you give head, but fuck it. It’s Valentine’s Day, and his cock is his gift to you. You’re always begging to suck it anyway.

With a firm hand, he angles your chin up until his erection is staring you in the face. You wrap your lips around him and take him in until he hits the back of your throat. Your cute little gag doesn’t stop you from going right back in, bobbing your head back and forth, up and down his length. He decides to help by thrusting in and out of your throat.

When you stop to catch your breath, his glaze runs down your mouth. You make sure he’s watching when you lick it up and swallow before sucking him more. One of your hands grips his cock while the other travels down into your thong. He watches the way you rub between your legs and rock your body back and forth to pleasure yourself and him at the same time.

You savor each and every drop of him as if it’s the last. Your lips glisten and swell with pleasure as you’re hard at work with his cock. There’s no way anyone else can look this good while doing what you do to him.

“Fuck,” Jungkook groans, fucking your face faster. You moan something that sounds like his name, although it’s kind of hard to understand with a fat cock in your mouth.

At his breaking point, he pulls out and strokes his length until (most of) his cum sprays right into your mouth. You swallow it up while shooting him an awfully innocent smile. After catching his breath, he wipes up the bit of lust on your cheek and lets you suck it off his fingers. You’re such a good girl for him.

“You were so good, baby,” he praises you. You definitely need to be rewarded. “Should we watch one of those romcoms?”

“I thought you said you didn’t like romcoms.” You tilt your head. “We can find something else that we can watch togeth—”

“Pick your favorite romcom.” He shakes your suggestion off and lays you down on the couch so that you’re facing the TV. He hooks a finger on the strap of your thong and tears it off. With his lips just a kiss away from your wet pussy, he says, “I won’t be watching anyway.”

#bts smut #jungkook smut #bts scenarios #bts imagines #bts fanfic #jungkook fanfic #jungkook x reader #bts x reader #bts fluff #bts college au #nerd jungkook

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carolmunson · 3 months

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orange colored sky Eddie would get flowers for both peach and their lil Gwen

I feel like Peach (you) is more chill around Valentine's day. Not so big, not so small. She'll make dinner for him, or he'll take her out and they'll exchange chocolate or a tiny little 'I love you' type gift like -- 'I know you've been needing a new record storage case.' or 'I know you said your moisturizer was running low.' Stuff that makes you know that the other person is listening or paying attention.

But when Gwen is at pre-school and learns about Valetine's Day? Oh it's uh...it's a wrap, because Gwen loves Valentine's Day. I feel like it's so fitting for Eddie to have a little girly girl daughter. She loves pink and red so she feels like the holiday is for her and her alone. The second her teacher hangs up hearts and tells them about passing out valentine's she gets picked up and is like:

"Daddy, did you know Vawentime's Day is coming? What did you get mommy? Why don't we have and dec'rations like Miss Shonda does at school? How come we don't have flowers? Are you getting me flowers? Is mommy getting flowers? Rochelle said her mommy gets flowers from her other mommy every day," she rattles off, holding onto three of his fingers while they walk down the street toward the subway. "Um..." he starts, hoisting her up on his hip while they go down stairs to the 3 train platform, "Well, mommy doesn't really like flowers. But I haven't got a present for mommy yet. Maybe you can help me?" She brightens up, when he puts her down, bouncing so excitedly that her light up shoes twinkle as the train wooshes into the station, "I can help! And we can get dec'rations! We can-we can um-we can get hearts n' stuff like Miss Shonda has? Did you know Miss Shonda has a Valentine? She said it's Mister Shonda. But um -- " As quick as Gwen's excitement starts, it stops, her smile crumpling into a sad frown while they get on the train. He picks her up again, bouncing her with a soft coo, "Oh, Gwenny, what's wrong? We can decorate when we get home! We'll cut out some hearts!" "I-I-I d-don't have a-a-a V-vawentiiiiimmmme," she sobs, and he stifles a laugh, catching the eye of a woman across from him who is trying to stifle her own at the cuteness of his daughter. "Aw, honey, I'll be your Valentine," he soothes, kissing her cheek, "Me and mommy can be your Valentine." "You and mommy?" she asks, interest piqued, "And Auntie Rob and Auntie Nancy? And Uncle Steeb?" "Oh, absolutely," he assures, knowing that Steve would get a flight to New York for the 14th if Gwen even breathed the words 'Will you be my Valentine?' his way. "Dass a lotta Vawentime's," she mumbles, wiping her eyes, "That's too many, daddy." "So do you just want me and mommy to be your Valentine's?" he asks, pulling her tight to him on his lap when the car gets busier at the next stop. "Ya," she nods, "And we get her a ring, cause Marcus said his mommy was saying she wants a ring or a new boyfwend." Eddie and a few other train takers snicker at her lack of understanding. "Mommy has a ring, baby," he laughs, "Daddy got her a ring a long time ago before you were born. And I don't think we should look for a new boyfriend for her either." "Okay," she nods, pressing her forehead against his, "We can uh. um! We can get her somethin' ELSE! Somethin' pretty." "Yeah, we'll get her something so pretty," he agrees, "I think we'll get you something pretty, too." "Like a ring?" she squirms excitedly. "Maybe a bracelet, or something that won't fall off at the park," he offers, "We'll think of something." "Daddy..." she starts, sleep heavy on her eyes now while she settles into him. A yawn pulls at her face, scrunching her eyes shut, "I like Vawentime's Day." "Me too, Gwenny," he smiles, running a hand over her end of the day curls, "Me too."

#valentine's blurbie #orange colored sky #ocs!eddie #orange colored sky!eddie #blurbie

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sebsbarnes · 25 days

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letters to a loved one || tangerine

tangerine x reader

summary: the only form of communication you and tangerine can use when he is on a mission is email, however, as the weeks and months go by, your words have been left unanswered.

warnings: angst

word count: 1.4k

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a/n: this is a lot different than my normal works so i hope you enjoy this different format

aug 5th, 2022: i know it's only been two days since you left but i miss you so much already! good luck today, kick some ass!! mwah! xoxo

aug 15th, 2022: hi honey. i hope the mission went well a few days ago! even though email is the safest way we can communicate while you're gone i know you can't always respond even if you're in a safe house. i'm not too worried, i know how skilled you and lemon are. tell him i say hi! i can't wait for you to be home, you estimated you'd be back on the 17th so i have a nice dinner planned. <3 love you so so much my sweet tang!

aug 27th, 2022: hey tang, i can't lie and say i'm not a tiny bit worried but i keep telling myself you've been gone longer before with zero communication. maybe it feels different now because of how long we've been together. i miss waking up to you and grabbing our keys and heading out for the day. if you see this message me back! even if you can't fully respond i'll settle with a smiley face if i must! haha. oh by the way i still cooked that dinner i had planned for us, it came out soooo yummy. but it took so long omg! you're lucky i love you and i'm willing to spend 8 hours in the kitchen again. it will probably taste better this time since you will be by my side. love you lots!

sept 12th, 2022: i only just saw the news of the bullet train derailment in japan on august 5th. that was your mission wasn't it? you said the 5th. i'm worried more now, i can't lie, but like i tell you every day i know how skilled you are. even though i never want to wish you are in a hospital i hope that's where you are recovering with lemon by your side. when you get the chance please email me back, okay? i love you.

sept 14th, 2022: tangerine if you see this please email or call me.

sept 30th, 2022: i wish i could talk to you just once. one word so i know you are okay. i can't reach lemon either. i wake up every day hoping you will be laying next to me. please, please give me something so i know you are alright? anything. where are you tangerine? i don't want to keep crying but that's all i can do. sit here in our empty house and cry. the walls feel like they are closing in on me. i went to our favorite breakfast spot the other day and i got that really sweet older lady with the grey curly hair as my waitress. she asked where you've been. i don't know how much longer i can keep saying you are gone for work and people believe it... i no longer believe it either. i hate typing it out. i don't want to believe something awful happened but something did, didn't it? i can feel it in my body. please reach out to me, i miss you so much and i love you so so much tangerine, please.

oct 26th, 2022: i love halloween, you know that more than anyone. decorations everywhere, piles of candy, and everyone dressing up pretending to be someone else for the night. now i feel bad about how much i bugged you about this year's halloween. my friends keep telling me to come out and join them, but if i'm being honest it's hard to do anything these days. it doesn't help that they think you just left me, ghosted me i guess. but they don't know what you do for work and i can't tell them. so i have to listen to them talk shit about you and i sit there trying to convince them you aren't this evil guy who ditched me and never looked back. maybe i should listen, maybe it's easier to believe you just left me than admitting to myself you're no longer here. i'm holding out, i'm trying so fucking hard to, tan. maybe in some sick joke you will pop up on halloween dressed in some stupid costume with a mask covering your face and in some grand reveal you will pull the mask off and i'll be in your arms again. it's wishful thinking. well, i have to go now, i'm meeting with a co-worker. love you.

dec 1st, 2022: i should be waking up this morning with your arms wrapped around me nearly crushing every bone in my body. but i didn't. and i haven't since the beginning of august. is it cruel now to admit i think you are gone. i really think you are and part of me has thought this since i saw the news of the bullet train. i feel scared. i'm starting to forget the little things about you. i can't play back the sound of your laugh in my head. i can't really picture the way your eyes crinkled. it makes me feel ill. i don't want to forget the small details about you. i crave to whisper goodnight and i love you to you. i crave just for your body next to mine. in the most innocent forms i crave you, like the way you'd absentmindedly play with my hair or pull out my chair or charge my phone when i always forget. the simple things i'm missing the most. i didn't realize i had so many forms of love until you've been gone. happy anniversary, dear.

jan 17th, 2023: tangerine, i'm not sure why i opened this email account. it's been over a month since i've checked it. maybe it was because i heard your favorite song earlier and thought of you a bit more than usual these days. i secretly hoped there would be a new message but that's foolish of me.

april 7th, 2023: Dear Tangerine, I know you won't read this email, but I felt as though I needed to explain what life has been like recently. My friends no longer bring you up in conversation which I am grateful for. I had to stop visiting our favorite breakfast place, each time I went they asked about you, even as recently as three weeks ago. I will miss their egg sandwich that you recommended to me on our third date but it is better off I no longer go there. Work has been great, a bit busy, but good. I removed your picture from my desk at the beginning of the new year. I saw the way my co-workers would stare a bit too long at it, I guess seeing it reminded them how I never mentioned you anymore. Speaking of co-workers, a few emails ago I mentioned I was meeting up with one of them. We've been seeing each other a lot outside of work, I enjoy their company. I can never say this to them but when they kiss me and hug me I sometimes think it's you. That's wrong to admit especially since I think I'm developing feelings for them, but they will never see this. They are kind and treat me well which I know you would be pleased to hear. I packed up your clothes in my house and put them in a box. I couldn't keep looking at them. I cried so much that I don't think I can cry again for years to come. I would hug your shirts and jackets so much that they lost your smell. I regret that a bit. I opened the box a few days ago and it smelled like me. Almost all signs of you are gone now that the remnants of your cologne is worn off the fabric. I think I might sell the house. It's too big for a single person now. It's too quiet in here and it almost feels like someone is watching me, it doesn't feel safe. Maybe that's because you provided me with safety. I'm not doing much today, it's actually pretty early right now, maybe I'll cook that dinner I never got to cook for you. I haven't since that day. I'm realizing how silly I sound in my own head as I type these words. Maybe I'll invest in a journal soon.

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june-doe-event · 1 year

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Hello !! Welcome to the June Doe Ride The Cyclone event !!

This is a 30 Day Art (of any sorts !!) event that runs throughout June, however I will rb any posts with the prompts until mid July.

(Rules, Prompt List, & such are under the cut.)

Rules:

1. Absolutely no NSFW of ANY kind, the rtc kids are, in fact, kids.

2. Please tag this account in any posts (on here) that you make w the prompts !! I wanna see them !! :D

3. I'll rb posts made with the prompts from after June up until July, but after that I'm done w this acc for the year shsh

(Not a rule but just something that should be known, I have quite a few tags blocked so I might not see some posts, but I will try my best to rb all of them. If I don't see your content, send it to me in an ask !!)

This event accepts any forms of art, from drawings, to writing, to gifs, to edits, etc etc !! Be creative !!

Prompt List:

June 1st — Pride Month / Identities

Centered around any queer hcs with the choir !! Can range from coming out scenes 2 them going to pride, list is endless :)

June 2nd — Pre-Canon / Post-Canon

The choirs childhoods, right before the accident, what you think happens after the show, again, the list is endless !!

June 3rd — Favorite Platonic Relationship(s)

Maybe they're familial, or maybe they're just best friends !! Just, no romance :)

June 4th — Favorite Romantic Relationship(s)

Your favorite ship(s) !!

June 5th — Ricky's Birthday

Happy Birthday Ricky Potts !! Celebrate their birthday in whatever way you please !!

June 6th — Swapped Roles

Maybe Ocean is the most romantic girl in town, maybe Noel is the angriest girl in town !! Aka, the choir swaps titles & sorta personalities

June 7th — Legoland

The first play in the Uranium Teen Scream Trilogy !! Legoland content is ofc welcomed (& encouraged !!) for all of the prompts, but this is Legoland specific (if you don't have the script pdf & you'd like to read it, you can dm me either on this acc or on my main !!)

June 8th — Alternate Jane Doe

(Or John !!) Maybe Oceans parents never identified her, or maybe Noel was mangled beyond recognition !! Either way, someone else is left doll-like and confused.

June 9th — Someone Else Goes Back

Maybe Ocean votes Constance, or maybe the vote was unanimous like originally promised! Jane stays, someone else leaves.

June 10th — Mega Mall

The one(1) thing to do in Uranium. And Noel's personal hell.

June 11th — U-Pop

Ocean & Constance's (scripted) improv duo !! Sound off !!

June 12th — The Fair

What'd the choir get up to before the crash ? What were they doing ? What rides did they go on ? What'd they eat ?

June 13th — Uranium City

The Pride And Joy of Sweet Saskatchewan !! (<- literally a nightmare) !!

Or, something about the town itself !! It's history !!

June 14th — The Accident.

How'd they die ? What happened ? How did people react to it ? Who witnessed it ?

(If your content for this is gorey, please tag it appropriately.)

June 15th — Everybody Lives / Nobody Dies

Maybe they never rode the Cyclone in the first place, maybe they did but they survived, either way, everyone is fine !! (Or are they?)

June 16th — Religion

Ocean has three of them !! Something surrounding faith of some kind — or lack thereof !!

Alternative June 16th Prompt because I know some people may find the topic uncomfortable — Animals !!

Ricky's fourteen cats !! Penny & her love of animals !! Anything !!

June 17th — The Blackwood Cafe

The best (and probably only) cafe in Uranium !! Constance's family cafe, their pride and joy :)

June 18th — Cut Characters

Cut Character Submissions are welcome here no matter what, but this is specifically dedicated to them !! What was their reaction to the accident ? How did they die ? What was their backstory ?

June 19th — Zolar

The Fantasia Of Ricky Potts !! Anything to do with the world inside their head :)

June 20th — Songfic / Lyrics

Something surrounding a song you associate with the choir (or a certain member) !!

(Disclaimer this works for any type of art I just called it a songfic in the prompts list because it's. Easier ykyk)

June 21st — Summer

Happy Summer Solstice !! Anything 2 do with the current season :)

June 22nd — Graduation

What if they didn't die before they could graduate? How does that go?

June 23rd — Choir Event

Maybe it's last years Kiwanis, maybe it's a separate event !! Either way, they're performing again !!

June 24th — Production Specific

Instead of just general RTC, this prompt centers around a certain production !! (Be creative with it !! Use smaller ones !!)

June 25th — One Off Lines

Like how Ricky said in the 2016 previews that his mom read him the Little Prince TWENTY THREE TIMES (it was weird, he likes it), or how Ocean says that Constance 'has been a loose cannon since kindergarten' in the 2015 ver !! Anything surrounding stuff that they don't expand on.

June 26th — Jane's Dolly

How'd she find it? What if she had a different type of dolly? Just surrounding our favorite doll girl & her dolly :)

June 27th — Talia

Miss Talia Muruska Bolinska !! Is she real? How does she find out about the accident? How'd she meet Mischa? What was her life like?

June 28th — Families

The choirs' parents, them as a found family, the list goes on !! Just anything surrounding family :)

June 29th — Funerals

Because, these kids are dead, they have to have a memorial service of some sort !!

June 30th — Free Day

And, for our final day ( :( ) , we have a free day !! Do whatever you'd like !! :D

That's everything !! Feel free to send me asks with any questions you have !! :D

— Your moderator, @undescribed1mage :D

#bam !!#i really hope this does well shsh #ride the cyclone #rtc #legoland #legoland jacob richmond #legoland richmond #legoland play #st cassians chamber choir #ocean oconnell rosenberg #mischa bachinski #noel gruber #ricky potts #constance blackwood #jane doe #penny lamb

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fleshbarbie · 2 years

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failed valentines attempt - robin buckley x reader

contains: robin & reader in an established relationship, angst with happy ending!

summary: excited to spend your first valentine’s day with your girlfriend robin, you can’t help but feel hurt when you find out she’s ditching you for a certain someone.

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waking up on the morning of february 14th 1986, you couldn’t fight off the overwhelming feelings of both excitement and nervousness when you remembered what day it was, and the plans you had made for them. you were finally in a relationship on the one day that being in one was celebrated, you no longer had to wander down aisles at the store that were overly decorated in the colour pink, with heart shaped boxes of candy and teddy bears stocked in full on the shelves, wishing you not only had someone to buy you them, but to be able to actually buy them for someone else. that day had finally come.

you had been dating robin for almost four months now, after silently pining after her for longer than you could remember. you were certain you had fallen head over heels the second you met her, the way her gorgeous blue eyes connected with yours and her perfect, plump lips curved up into a welcoming smile as your boss introduced you to her as the newest employee at scoops ahoy. that day had felt like years ago now, though realistically it had been barely two. you bonded straight away, getting to know each other as you endured your first shift at the ice cream parlour with her alone. you had expected it to be quiet, maybe even awkward as the clock ticked by slowly but to your surprise, and delight, robin spoke with you as if she’d known you her whole life. the two of you spoke about anything and everything: her favourite movies, the weather, the ‘dingus’ known as steve that would be working tomorrow who, according to robin, would definitely attempt to flirt with you, what she dreamt about last night, the list went on. before you knew it, six hours had flown by and you were leaving with only one thought in mind ... robin buckley.

and now here the two of you were, in an official relationship and yet again working together in a whole new store with the boy who had become a great friend to both of you, spending summer trapped in a secret russian lair under the mall had a way of bonding people. steve was actually the one who brought the two of you together, sick of spending every shift listening to both of you talk about how much you liked the other, he actually couldn’t believe that neither of you had picked up on the fact that the feelings you held for each other were mutual. he had never seen two people more in love. so one day, he took it upon himself to trick robin into talking about you which wasn’t hard, as soon as you were out of earshot she was soon rambling on about how cute you looked in the uniform, ‘how come she can pull off everything? like, how is that actually possible?’ she had scoffed, and whilst she was distracted with the thought of you, with a mischievous smirk steve had caught your attention and gestured for you to come over, acting as if he needed help with something but as you approached, your heart wildly pounded in your chest as you caught the midst of robin’s ramblings.

“i mean, even at scoops steve! she even managed to pull off that stupid sailor uniform we had to wear, and not even you, steve ‘the hair’ harrington made that outfit look good! you know? (y/n), she’s just so naturally beautiful and she doesn’t even try. it’s unfair how she makes me feel so nervous and giggly like a little kid, without even realising it- wait, are you even listening? what are you staring at?”

she followed his line of sight, her mouth falling agape and her eyes widening at the sight of you stood only a few feet away from her, clearly having heard every stupid word that had just come out of her stupid mouth. shit.

“i’ll leave you two to talk.” steve broke the tense silence, now smug with pride at how his plan had worked and you had walked straight into his robin shaped trap. if she wasn’t so terrified about what was going to happen next, she would’ve given him a quick punch to the shoulder, she was making a mental note to not forget to do it later.

you took slow steps towards robin who was still frozen, not completely processing what had just happened, that the crush that had kept her up at night had now just been exposed to the person responsible for her sleepless nights. the fact that you’d hadn’t run, or looked angry was a good sign she guessed, or she hoped.

“hey.” you whispered, not sure what else you should say.

she stood straight, scratching the back of her neck with an awkward laugh. “uh, hey .. i thought you were in the romance section?”

you nodded, “i was, but steve wanted me to come over. thought he needed something, clearly not.”

yep. she was definitely punching him later.

“maybe if he put this much effort into his own love life, he wouldn’t be pining after half of hawkins.” robin muttered, more to herself than you but it caused you to giggle at the playful dig at your friend which in return caused her to laugh too, the tension surrounding the two of you quickly dissolving.

“um, if it means anything .. i think you pulled off that horrendous, striped sailor uniform better than i did.”

the freckled teen couldn’t fight off the warm blush that quickly showed on her face, her brain short circuited and she stuttered out a response to the flirtatious comment. “w-wow, uh, i mean, thank you, uh- i mean as long as i didn’t look as ridiculous as i felt, i have to count that as a win don’t i?”

you smiled remembering the exchange, how nervous she was during it, especially when she asked you out on a date at the end of it. and that was the begging of your amazing relationship, one that you thanked your lucky stars for each and everyday, you still couldn’t completely comprehend that she was your girlfriend who loved you. and now here you were, waking up with a whole day of fun stuff planned that included a romantic picnic date and a stack of incredibly cheesy gifts to give to her at the end of it.

you pulled up outside of robin’s house, taking a peek over your shoulder to double check that the gifts you had bought were neatly hidden underneath the blue blanket that you’d be using later to sit on. when you were satisfied that you couldn’t see them peaking out anywhere, you unbuckled your seatbelt and jumped out of your car, practically skipping your way to the front door attached to your girlfriends house. with a few knocks, you waited patiently and smoothed your hands over the dress that you had chosen for the day. despite it being february, the sun was actually shining bright so there was no need for a thick layered outfit, perfect weather for a picnic.

the door in front of you opened with a quick whoosh of air that sent your hair flying behind your shoulder, a few strands tickling your now exposed neck but you were barely phased by it when your eyes landed on your girlfriend who had clearly put in some effort for today which was made obvious by the makeup that enhanced her features and the ironed clothes, something you had only ever seen her care about once or twice. not to say that robin wasn’t someone who cared about her appearance, she always made sure to look presentable she just didn’t feel the need to put in as much time as some people in hawkin’s did but honestly, she somehow always seemed to look better than they did anyways. or maybe you were just biased.

her hair had been straightened, the blonde strands framing her face perfectly and you wondered how long it would be before she messed it all up with the amount of times she was bound to run her fingers through it. her makeup consisted of mascara, eyeliner, what looked like a very lightly applied blush and some chapstick, minimal just as robin liked it. and lastly, her outfit consisted of a black shirt that had s little bit of white detailing, paired with blue jeans and her usual scruffy converse.

“hey gorgeous, see something you like?” the teasing comment put a stop to you checking out robin, who had a playful smirk, amused she had caught you.

“nothing i haven’t seen before, sailor.” you winked, which earned you a scoff and a gentle shove at the mention of the nickname you had gifted her with a week after you’d began working at scoops.

“stop being such a dork.” she grumbled, though the amusement was still bright in her eyes. “if i had known this is what valentine’s day did to you i would’ve taken a week or two to prepare myself.”

you laughed at that, leaning forward on your toes slightly so you could grasp her hand in yours, intertwining your fingers as you nodded in the direction of your car. “come on! i have so much planned, you’re gonna love it.” you practically whined, eager to get started.

“just give me a sec, need to get my bag.” she smiled, giving your hand a squeeze before she pulled you into her house, so you were now stood by the welcome mat as she jogged further into the house to get her bag.

you waited patiently, expecting the whole ordeal to only take up a few seconds but then, the familiar sound of her house phone echoed throughout her home and you knew you’d have to wait a little longer. no biggie, whoever it was probably wanted her mom and it’d only take a few more seconds for robin to let the other person know she wasn’t home, promising to let her know that they had called when she next saw her.

oh, how wrong you were.

it was a minute or two later when robin came rushing back to where had left you, with a troubled look now taken over her before playful smile. the change in demeanour instantly had your brows furrowing in concern, what had happened?

“hey, is everything okay?”

she shook her head, “no! it’s vickie, her stupid boyfriend just broke up with her, today of all days! she wants me to come over and give her a shoulder to cry on, you don’t mind do you? i promise it won’t take too long.”

you stood silent for a moment, a little stunned at the newfound information. now you didn’t want to sound completely heartless, but seriously? robin had to go over right now? did vickie not have any other friends, preferably single ones? you felt for her, you really did, being dumped was hard enough to deal with without it happening on a day like today, but that didn’t mean she had to take robin from you. especially given the history of robin having a crush on the girl before the two of you got together.

but with robin looking at you with those blue eyes of hers, desperation shining clear as day, you didn’t have the heart to tell her no or start any argument with her about it.

so with a slow nod, you gave her the permission she was waiting for. “okay, but please don’t take too long. i really wanna enjoy today with you.”

she grinned and brought you into a tight hug, her arms wrapping securely around your shoulders as your head rested on her chest. “i swear i’ll be back in an hour, maybe even before that. i just need to cheer up, give her a few words of encouragement. ‘you’re better off without him, he’s not worth your tears’, the usual.”

you huffed a laugh, slowly pulling back from her embrace so you could give her a short and sweet kiss on the lips, “you’re a good friend rob.”

she smiled at that, her hands moving to caress your face on either side. she leaned in and brushed her nose against yours, her lips just hovering over your own. “i love you.” with that said, she leaned in and pressed another kiss to your waiting lips, this one a little deeper than the last one, her lips moulded against yours perfectly and you wanted nothing more than to stand there and enjoy it for hours, but you wanted her to get back so you could get on with your day.

so reluctantly you pulled away, smiling at the pout on her face. “i love you too, now go. you’ve got fifty-nine minutes and fifty-nine seconds left.”

she rolled her eyes affectionately, quick to give you one last peck to your cheek before she hurried off with a wave and a promise not to be long. you watched her from your spot at her front door, as she clumsily jumped onto her bike and began peddling down the street, only retreating into the house once she was out of sight.

you entered her living room, deciding to sit on her couch and watch whatever was on the television until she returned.

it had taken you three hours to admit defeat and drive home, with your heart weighing heavy in your chest and your eyes stinging with tears everytime you caught sight of the unopened gifts in the backseat of your car. you had high hopes that your girlfriend wasn’t going to let you down, and that within the hour she would’ve been back with you, rambling on about what she had said to vickie and how much of a dick her now ex-boyfriend is, but you hadn’t even received as little as a phone call from her to let you know she’d be a little longer than expected.

you had made it home and ignored the wondering glances from your family, as they watched you run up the stairs to avoid them seeing the tears that were now starting to fall down your cheeks. the safety of your bedroom broke down the barrier you had held up all the way home, allowing you to cry into your pillow at your failed attempt at making the day memorable.

maybe you were being dramatic, over emotional even, which was a term you hated using. but you had been looking forward to today since you’d entered february with robin still by your side with no hints of disappearing anytime soon. you had been planning it for a long time, wanting your first (and robin’s first) valentine’s day to be memorable, something you could look back on for years to come and smile about together, as you admired the gifts you had bought for one another. but now you were left with only sour memories, a day you had spent alone, waiting for your girlfriend to remember you existed and were waiting for her, only she never did and you couldn’t help but wonder if she cared more for vickie than she did for you.

why else would she still be with her?

you couldn’t be that mad at her, this was the first time she had done something like this and knowing robin she probably just lost track of time and hadn’t realised she’d been there hours now. but it still hurt, a lot. especially when the sky outside darkened, and the clock displayed the time in big red letters: 6:52pm ... and still no sign of robin. she’d officially been at vickie’s house nearing eight hours now, and still hadn’t bothered to even call. she obviously hadn’t returned home yet, if she had she would’ve noticed you weren’t there and came over to check on you.

you almost wondered if something bad had happened to her, why else would she still be gone without letting you know anything? but then, just before your mind began to spiral and imagine every worse case scenario it could make up, your mother interrupted your train of thought.

“(y/n)! there’s someone at the door for you!”

you jumped out of bed, your fluffy sock clad feet softening your footsteps as you approached the steps and began walking down them. you had changed into your pyjamas and cleaned your face free of any makeup when you finally stopped crying over the mess that today was, finally accepting that robin was not coming to see you anytime soon. but now she was here, at your door with a face that reeked of guilt and sympathy when she caught sight of your attire.

you took a step outside, ignoring the chills running through your body at the drop in temperature, deciding to focus on the no doubt awkward conversation you were about to have instead, hopefully your family were not eavesdropping.

“oh my god (y/n) baby, i don’t even know where to start! i’m so sorry, i’m such an idiot i swear i kept trying to leave- well i was going to tell her i had somewhere to go but everytime i was about to bring it up she kept getting really upset all over again! she just wouldn’t stop crying and i didn’t want to leave her like that, you know? it felt mean, and selfish and i just- sorry i’m rambling again aren’t i? i’m just really sorry, i just don’t want you to be mad at me.”

you watched her as she spoke, and you knew the words were genuine, you didn’t doubt that for a second. the moon did a good job at reflecting off her glossy eyes, a clear sign she was about to let a few tears fall. and when she spoke, her voice was a little raspier than usual, and it trembled at certain points, another sign the poor girl was seconds away from crying. all she waiting for was your response.

you sighed, crossing your arms over your chest and lowering your gaze to the pavement beneath your feet. “i’m not mad, robin. i just wish you had at least called me or something, why didn’t you?”

“i didn’t want her to feel awkward, if i called you to mention being longer than i intended to be she probably would’ve felt even worse about having me there. i didn’t want to upset her anymore than she already was.”

you frowned at that, yes she did have a point but that was her practically admitting she was more concerned about vickie’s feelings than yours, wasn’t it?

“so you thought it’d be better to just leave me at your house without a word? not even a five second ‘hey (y/n), i think i might be longer than expected?’ could’ve saved me a lot of waiting around.”

“i know! i know, that would’ve been the best thing to do but i wasn’t thinking that at the time. i didn’t even realise how late it was until her dad came back from work and asked if i was staying for dinner, shit (y/n) if you could’ve only felt the way my heart dropped when i realised the time.” she shook her head, as if she didn’t even want to continue the sentence.

you remained silent for a little bit, still unsure with how to feel about the whole situation. on one hand you couldn’t help but feel a little sorry for her, you knew she didn’t leave you behind with any malicious intent, it was a genuine mistake, robin just being robin and not knowing how to handle the situation when two people needed her at the same time. but on the other hand, you were still rather hurt that the day had been wasted, the day you had spent almost two weeks planning.

eventually you sighed, “it’s okay robin, we’ll just talk about it tomorrow.”

she shook her head at that, and you furrowed your brows in response.

“no, i don’t want to leave it until tomorrow. i don’t want to go home and get in bed on bad terms, i won’t be able to sleep until i know for certain that we’re okay and you’re not mad at me.” she seemed desperate, and your heart ached at the sight. you always struggled to see robin hurting, whatever the reason behind it was.

“i’m not mad robin-“

“no, you are!” she cut you off, taking a step closer. “you keep calling me robin and i’m only robin when you’re mad at me or in a bad mood, or-“

you cut her off this time, by closing the gap between you both and grabbing ahold of both of her hands in an attempt to soothe her. “babe, i’m not mad at you.”

you said it slowly, and watched her whole body relax as the world sunk in.

“i’m just, a little upset. i was really looking forward to today, you know spending time with you and spoiling you? i could barely sleep last night because i was so excited, and it’s just ... upsetting because we didn’t get to do anything.” you showed her a sad smile, and she wondered if you could heart her heart break in her chest at your words. “but it’s okay, we’ll just have to do it another day.”

“tomorrow.” she instantly spoke, barely a second after you had stopped.

“we can’t rob, you have a shift tomorrow.” you reminded her, but she only gripped your hands tighter in response.

“i’ll call in sick o-or get steve to cover for me! he will, he owes me.”

your lips quirked up slightly at that, the first hint of a smile since you had been with robin this morning. noticing your almost-smile made robin smile, relaxing even further at the realisation that you really weren’t mad at her.

“are you sure?”

“positive.” she nodded.

“okay, tomorrow.” you confirmed, “just please, don’t leave me again. i don’t care if the mindflayer itself decides to make a comeback, it’ll have to wait for us to finish those chocolate smothered strawberries i got us before we interact with it.”

she laughed, and your heart warmed at the sound. it was something you’d never get sick of.

“oh i don’t know, i think taking down a giant, spider looking monster again would be a very badass valentines story to tell the grandkids in fifty years time.”

you both grinned at each other, the usual back and forth between you both was definitely one of the reasons you were quick to fall for her. and you both knew everything was going to be okay.

#robin buckley x reader #robin buckley imagine #robin buckley fic #robin buckley fluff #robin buckley angst #stranger things imagine #stranger things x reader #maya hawke x reader #robin buckley

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cheetahsixx · 3 months

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Valentine’s day kisses (Pamela Anderson x f!reader)

It was a dream to be with Pamela Anderson.

Waking up next to her everyday was a blessing some people couldn’t even begin fathom and yet, it was linked to your everyday routine.

Valentine’s day was coming up. You used to dread this day, but for the past two years you and Pam have been together, she has turned that upside down.

The first year you were together she covered your bedroom in roses before you awoke and she cooked you a valentine’s day themed breakfast. Last year, she burned a cd of songs that remind her of you and bought you a vintage leather jacket you had your eye on for years.

Of course, for those two years you gave her gifts too, but this year you wanted to outdo her and yourself.

Pamela loves the garden in the back of your now shared home. She spends a lot of her free time there and you watch as she delicately cares for it everyday. Soft and gentle, like with everything else she does.

So for her gift this year, you wanted to create things out of her garden…… and maybe a new diamond necklace for good measure.

On the morning of February 14th, you rush out of bed attempting not to wake her. You take in her relaxing figure in the warm sunlight, before making your way downstairs into the garden.

You pick veggies for a home cooked lunch and flowers for a home made bouquet. Pam was at a shoot all day yesterday, so you knew she’d sleep in until lunch time. This gave you time to prepare the festivities.

You began to prep the veggies before throwing them in the oven and then you began to dice some tofu. While those things cooked, you started cutting the flowers you picked into a beautiful arrangement. There were roses, daisies, and pink orchids. Finally, you pull out a red box that contained a beautiful necklace inside. It was a regular silver chain with a scripted P pendant, covered in diamonds.

Almost magically, you hear small thuds on the steps as the food finishes cooking. You look up to see your girl.

“hey you” she smiles as she struts her way over to you in the kitchen. “what are you up to?”

You can’t help but smile at her. She’s in a baby blue night gown and her hair is a bit messy, but she is still oh so beautiful.

“you’re breathtaking” is all you can manage to say

she just laughs her enchanting laugh and her cheeks get covered in a light blush

You take this opportunity to hand her the bouquet of flowers “happy Valentine’s day my love, these are from the garden and our lunch will be too. I know you love utilizing it so I thought why not include it in your gift.” you smile at her, awaiting her reaction

she frowns and her eyes seem to have tears that threaten to spill

“oh god im sorry did you want the vegetables saved for something else-“

she cuts you off by embracing you as tears fall down her cheeks and you stand there stunned for a second before embracing her back.

“no its just- its perfect- you’re perfect” she says as she looks up at you with her icy blue eyes

you shake your head and wipe her tear “you worry me too much.” you chuckle “but this is what you deserve. Theres also one more thing…” you say as you reach over for the red box and hand it to her

“oh you shouldn’t have- this is too much, really.”

“nonsense, im doing too little if anything” you smirk as she smiles at you and begins to open the box

she delicately pulls out the necklace, admiring it and beginning to get emotional again

“Pam don’t cry” you reach over and hug her again before pulling away “want me to put it on you?” she nods and you smile as you take the necklace from her and get behind her to put it on.

When you finish, you turn her around gently and smile as the necklace perfectly sits on her chest. “it looks wonderful baby”

she smiles as she moves forward towards you and whispers “I love you” as she locks her lips with yours. Everytime she kisses you, thousands of fireworks always explode in the background in your head. Thats how magical her kisses have always been. As you continue kissing, it seems to get rather passionate as she makes you lean against one of the kitchen counters. You chuckle as you pull away “As much as I’d like to have my first Valentine’s gift right now, I don’t want you to eat your food when it’s cold”

she laughs but nods before pecking your lips one last time “I said I love you right?” you laugh as you begin serving her a plate of food “yes you did, I love you too.” she smiles at you as you hand her the plate. You can’t help but admire her as she walks to go sit at the dining table.

You find it hard to believe this is your life but, you would never wish for it to change.

(dt @sixxrock666 <3)

#pamela anderson x reader #pamela anderson #wlw #fluff #x f!reader #valentines day

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wordsinhaled · 2 years

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you're bodyguard AU???? I am fucking FERAL rn just fffffffffffffffff

THANK YOU ANON!!!! fully same here, i am not normal about it at all

like...

dream gives off such aloof monarch energy in 1389??? so i imagine he feels the last thing he needs is some former mortal following him around the dreaming and the waking to “defend” him. he scoffs at the entire idea!

except... when he met hob gadling in that tavern, hob was not at all what he anticipated, and dream couldn’t help feeling like he needed to save him, so he offered him the choice to come to the dreaming instead of the sunless lands. he expects the bodyguard role to be a sort of formality, because he doesn’t need a bodyguard after all, nor does he want one, and his sister thinks she knows what he needs, and... brooding huff!!!

so... dream sort of does the bare minimum for hob, which for anyone else is actually above and beyond, especially if you’re a 14th century commoner back on earth. he gives hob quarters in the palace that are humble by dream’s standards, but nicer than anything hob has ever encountered. hob gets a uniform that is made of the finest fabric he has ever touched. dream starts off sort of indifferent to him, expecting him to sort of mind his own business and be around whenever dream decides he’s needed, which results in hob having some degree of free reign to secretly hang about with lucienne and explore—as long as he doesn’t step on anyone’s toes, especially not mercurial and distant dream’s

but when hob arrives in the dreaming, he’s just fascinated by everything (i mean, imagine him just absolutely in awe of lucienne’s library; when hob died it was almost a hundred years before the printing press, and here are all these books! and because he’s in the dreaming, anything is possible: he can read them, and he can learn languages real and imagined—but he wants to put in the actual labor of learning most of them)... he loves the gardens and the vineyards and the whimsy of the dreaming. and basically hob gadling sets about quietly learning the ways of the dreaming and improving himself because that’s just hob, always striving toward something

and despite himself, dream is taken in by hob’s enthusiasm and curiosity. so dream starts taking him along for his daily duties of office. he expects him to stand in the backs of rooms quietly while dream is with delegations from other realms, and sort of linger and be nondescript while dream visits the waking world. dream is right: hob never really needs to defend him. but hob doesn’t know how to be nondescript; he’s sort of too curious for his own good—about dream’s mind and why he keeps certain counsel, about the politics and the history of the dreaming, about why things work the way they do in the dream realm. dream is exasperated with him often, and answers one in every five of hob’s questions, but there’s a part of dream that sort of starts to appreciate him, you know? this everyman, this boastful nobody from the white horse, whom dream expected nothing of—who challenges dream, and who is thoughtful even in his impertinence, and who irritates him all the time—and yet, and yet!

in my mind it’s very fairytale in vibe as well, there’s the passing of the seasons, and the weather, and dream and color symbolism, and things... you know

then of course there’s got to be some sort of very official dinner that turns out to be an attempt by another realm to stage an invasion of dream’s realm, and first of all hob shows up to this dinner in ceremonial robes and dream against all his better judgment is like, “OH NO HE’S HOT” (of course, because i love that trope, okay, pry it out of my cold hands!!!), but with dream’s particular flavor of self-denial and repression it’s more like, oh no, i absolutely shall not look at him, it does not become me!!! but maybe there’s a poisoning attempt, or the guests are armed, and hob actually does have to defend him, then, and he does it instantly and effectively and with absolute relish, so dream is like “OH NO HE’S EVEN MORE HOT”...

so then suddenly hob Is his bodyguard, but also kind of sort of his friend, and they spend long evenings together drinking the wine dream named after his sister and play chess in dream’s study and every night hob still says, “will that be all, lord morpheus?” before going back to his quarters and every night dream says, “that will be all”... until... hE dOESN’T......

yeah this got away from me BUT I AM !!!! OBSESSED

#the sandman #dreamling #dreamling bodyguard au

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candiid-caniine · 3 months

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Bug, I need advice

I want to ask my master to start using it pronouns for me (not for gender reasons- I'm staunchly they/them- but BC I'm pathetic and don't deserve anything else). I want to show him that I'm nothing more than his pathetic toy.

...but I don't want to just ask him. That would be too easy- to put it into conversation like I'm a person. I don't deserve that.

So what can I do to ask him? What show should I put on to make him stop respecting me? I want to be degraded and sobbing and a desperate leaky mess for him when I ask but I can't think of anything 😭

Assume nothing is off the table. Edging covered in drool, licking the toilet, anything.

Help,,

Thank you bug. Us leaky cunts gotta stick together.

arf this is a tough one!! obviously you know your master, but just in case it hasn't come to mind, remember that for some people this may feel like misgendering or orientation play, so it's always best to gauge your partner's limits first. (this warning isn't necessarily for you, bc i trust that this is a committed relationship w good communication, but for anyone else interested in something like this!)

here's what i would do. think of the thing that makes you cry. humiliation? pain? edging? whatever it is, think about that. for me, it's easier if i'm put into subspace slowly before whatever makes me cry is starting; i'm more open and emotional that way.

ask your master to plan a scene for you. you're basically asking him to break you, possibly in a way he never has before, so please please take advantage of his care for you--make sure you'll have ample time and supplies for any aftercare you might need; this is gonna be a tough scene, a show of devotion and ownership that is going to be intense. tell him that at some point during this scene, you're going to give him a gift somehow.

what i would do if i was doing this (pls bear in mind im a dumb fuck): i'd write it down. maybe on a piece of paper. maybe on a dog tag to attach to my collar. or go fucking crazy and have a plaque made, or a custom paddle, or cross-stitch some shit...make it unique, but tangible. here are some ideas for how i would say it:

pathetic toys don't deserve pronouns (and on the back it says "it/its")

congrats! it's an it! (im trying to riff on cringey cishet 'gender reveals' but idk if its working lmaooo)

fleshlights don't have pronouns (this prob only works if ur a bottom and he's a top so disregard if needed lmao)

dildos don't have pronouns (if ur the top and he's the bottom)

certified object (TM) (and on the back it says "it/its")

sex toy (and on the back it says "it/its")

if i was a toy 👀and u were a real person 👀would u respect me 👀or nah? (check yes or nah) and if u checked nah 👀would u maybe 👉🏽👈🏽 call me it/its? 👀 haha jk,, unless....?

omg or,, one of those like fake certificates? or a deed of property?

Here on this 14th of February, 2024, by Notarized Declaration, has been bequeathed to You, the Undersigned, a certification: that [sub's name] has been deemed a Material Object, pursuant to Code 98.706 of the Consensual Dehumanization Act, and shall hereby be referred to by "it/its" pronouns throughout any Proceedings of Consensual Power Exchange (PCPA). (Initial)___ I, the Undersigned, hereby agree to this Declaration and the Conditions elaborated herein...

did yall think i was joking about being a clownpuppy

anyway. whenever you've figured that shit out, be it a plaque, a fake contract, a dog tag, whatever the fuck, hide that shit. whatever your master has planned for the evening, incorporate it.

is he gonna tie you up and put you in a suspension rig and pretend he's livestreaming you? hide that shit in his ropes.

is he gonna make you hump his shoe and bark? hide it in ur mouth and drool it out onto his thigh.

is he gonna edge you and call you names until you cry? fam, put that shit in your holes. that is the ultimate objectification (to me): be the vase you hide your v-day roses in.

so that's my advice, basically. if you don't want to ask outright like a person, then symbolize it in your play. it's still communication, which is vital for a scene that's gonna be as intense as you want it to be, but it also fits the theme of what you're trying to tell him. come up with a basic plan for the night, then place your declaration somewhere accessible either by you or him when you hit the point in the night that you want to reveal it.

i'm so excited for you. idk if i really helped, this is just *my* style of play (read: stupidtown to the max), but regardless i'd love to hear how it goes, whatever you end up deciding!

#tw: dehumanization #advice #asks #denial #h/d

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foxys-fantasy-tales · 3 months

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Writeblr Cafe Secret Valentine Short

I signed up to give and receive a special secret story this V-Day with the @writeblrcafe event! The person I wrote a little story for will have to remain anonymous until I tag them in a re-blog of this on the 14th. So, for now please enjoy something way out of my normal style and topics! I had to scratch my head for a bit to come up with something I thought my assigned person would enjoy, so I hope you all like a little wholesome short of someone finding a pet and maybe something more along the way.

What a perfect day for a thunderstorm, and by perfect, they meant vile. Avery just had their hair cut and dyed and was currently attempting some vain protection with the thick Sunday paper. It had been left forgotten two weeks ago in their front seat next to a pack of gum approaching its first birthday. Only the ends of the faint rose gold color the hairstylist had recommended were damp by the time Avery tossed the soggy paper into the garbage. They stared at the peeling pawprint stickers on the window while under the canopy of the next stop on their list.

Friends with Fur happened to be one of only two pet rescues in operation by what they had read online, and was also closest to their new apartment. The name was also more appealing than Montgomery Pet Adoption Center. They shook the rain off and brushed the shoulders of their maroon hoodie before stepping inside.

“Hello!”

Avery stumbled back just as the door shut behind them. A smiling woman in her early forties was finishing fixing up a messy salt and pepper colored bun in her hair, but still hopped out at the first bell ring like it was a boxing match. She was a bit too short and plump to have jumped the counter, and she took their bewilderment as an invitation.

“This is Friends with Fur, or you already got that from the sign, huh? Come on in. Wipe your boots off, though I know the rug don’t look like much. Follow me.”

“Uh, yes, ma’am.”

Avery blinked a couple times before wiping their boots and jogging along after the woman who only came up to their chest at best. She turned back with another winning smile as she began to walk backwards through a couple sets of doors.

“Love the hoops. Got some just like them but the cats like to hook their little paws inside and tug. Be careful of that, especially if you try and pick up Elenor. I don’t think there’s been a day in the months she’s been with us here where she hasn’t tried to swipe me regardless. Poor thing needs a good home, somewhere more quiet for her age. You’ll see we have plenty to choose from though, so have any kind of pet in mind? For you, right? Or are you looking for a friend or a sibling or some sort? Shoot! I didn’t even get your name!”

“Uh, Avery. It’s for me. I just moved in over on Johnson Avenue. No specific pet in mind, but I’d like to walk off with something today if I can.”

Anything was better than another quiet and sleepless night alone. The ruckus from the kennels and tanks they were approaching relaxed Avery’s tight shoulders, resulting in a soft slouch that only lasted a moment. Too many times had their father told them to straighten that back or expect to look like a cartoon villain in their elder years. They slouched again anyway. Amy, Emily, and little Bobby were far off and couldn’t tattle anymore.

“Are you going to College here? You look about the right age is all. Dorms don’t allow any pets but fish and lizards if that’s the case.”

Avery snapped back to reality and passed a hand through their hair. Vaguely they could recall hearing her say her name in return and a few random facts about this building, but nothing really stuck. They bent to be eye level with a pet behind those tell-tale lattice work steel fences. The swinging door was barred, and for a moment they recalled the sensation of their pudgy childhood fingers locked around the openings as they stared out at the dusty driveway and little else but trees and a few far off houses just like theirs.

“That there is Will. We called him that ‘cause he’s willful. Always pops up barking a fit rather and likes to hoard the chew toys if he can manage. Got dropped off here as a pup a couple of weeks ago cause the family didn’t know how high energy his breed is. None of them had the time to play and walk him. Sadly, it’s a common story with a few of the pups here. That won’t be an issue for your living situation?”

“Ah, no. I’ve got my own apartment. I’m going for a degree in Communications when the new semester starts up. One week… not too long to unpack.”

The polka dotted pattern of fur was probably a fashionable choice. A dalmation would probably go off well with most people, given they were so well known. Didn’t a celeb have one, Avery wondered. Their thoughts trailed away until the pup licked their hand and woke them up for their reverie with a booming bark.

“Well, if you take a shine to the canines,” she giggled after her little attempt at sing-song, “Then you’ll need to be able to put in the care. Cats are a little less maintenance. We also have some hamsters and gerbils about. Lizards can be a breeze.”

“I was hoping for something a little more uh, well, I don’t want to have to search my place for it if I let it out of its environment alone for a bit.”

“Something you can touch, but not too wily then? Well, all our dogs right now are pretty hands on, most are, so lets scooch on down to the cats here. This way and step lively.”

Avery retracted their hand from the kennel and waved to the pup before going. So many sets of eyes were on them they slid their hands into the kangaroo pocket at the front of their hoodie. On the way to the cats, there was a call from behind that was so clear it stopped them in their tracks before they could go through the yellowed doorway. The woman turned a few steps after and laughed, which only furthered the chill down Avery’s spine.

“Heard our little songbird, did ya? Need to get her a friend, but most don’t end up here as residents in the good ways.”

“Been a while since I heard a parakeet. Mom had one until last year.”

“Oh? Well, how’d that go? People often like the same sorts of pets they grew up with.”

Avery didn’t. Their stomach turned at their imagination turning toward the sounds following them home, then back to the constant chanting of their mother’s little critiques of their appearance, of their chosen extracurriculars, of their chosen friends even. Once it happened right in front of their friends’ faces, all huddled by the television watching a movie, but not out of earshot. They didn’t come over much after that.

They walked through the doorway and past the woman to the end of the row of cats. There sat the famed Elenor with her name written in pink glitter pen as if to make the fluffy, white cat with droopy eyes somehow more pleasing. There was even a matching bow tying up some overgrown fur out of her eyes to see, the same sort Emily used to wear.

“Gerbils and hamsters are right behind that door to your left if you like.”

“No, thanks. I’d like something that will live through my college years at least.”

They winced after the thought slipped, but the woman didn’t pay any mind. She began to list the names of kittens like Itty, Bitty, and Teeny. Then there were a few older cats pointed out, but all Avery did was lift their head in intervals to nod now and again and lean to peer toward the other kennels.

Elenor growled almost like a dog, but Avery took a shine to her appearance. They wondered if their sister would still be wearing bows like that by the time they visited home for the holidays.

If they visited home for the holidays.

But their siblings didn’t have a choice. Even if they were struggling to adjust, the others didn’t have a say as of yet. Amy would get her say next year, but Emily would need to wait another six years before moving out. Maybe she’d need to wait more with the way the economy looked. They’d only managed to get out by working two jobs and letting their grades tank junior and senior year. It didn’t set them up in a great university, but it gave them a stable place to go. The apartment may be eerily quiet, but it beat arguing and sneaking around all the time.

“Elenor seems sweet on you, but are you sure? You’ve just been staring for a while.”

Avery coughed and jumped to their feet. Somehow, white fur had already gotten on their clothes, which they brushed at with a groan of defeat. Cat hair never came off anything. They learned that from their Grandma’s place. Wow. Really was like their sister just shedding on everything and claiming it. How many nice shirts did they lose that were found weeks later as her new nightshirts?

“Maybe not a cat.”

Avery sighed as they walked toward the lizard's area she motioned at briefly earlier. Their head remained low, eyes focused on the ground. They must have been causing trouble for this lady and had apologized for as much, but she just waved at it like she did everything and said it was no problem.

The woman gestured grandly with jazz hands at a tank with a few tiny turtles in it. They would have fit easily in their hand, and to Avery’s surprise the woman picked it up carefully and held it out toward them. Avery took one step back.

“A turtle?” they asked.

“A Reeve’s turtle to be precise. This one is already full size and has at least a decade ahead of him. He’s pretty fond of being picked up, which not all turtle’s are, but keep it to a short time frame. He also loves to swim just as much and gets a bit wriggly if you coddle him. Poor Jake still hasn’t forgiven himself for when he dropped the little guy on the counter a month back. Nothing but a little crack in his shell there in the side. We call him Nugget. Care requires a tank and a few pieces, but it’s not too bad overall. They’ll eat about anything. Greens, shrimp, well, I’ll make you up a list of foods if you like him.”

Avery bit their lip. There was an unmistakable cuteness as the woman set it back in and they watched it calmly swim about and drift downward. There wouldn’t be any fur, but they would have to clean a tank. The task seemed daunting from the outside as the woman began to go over certain specifications they’d need to keep in mind. However, Nugget stared at them the whole time from behind the glass.

Even though living in such a small spot seemed abysmal to Avery, the turtle seemed fine with it. Then again, that wasn’t so different from their own little studio setup that now surrounded the little critter. Avery smiled at a once sparse nook now covered in bags full of turtle supplies. They flipped on the little sun lamp and chuckled as Nugget made a beeline for it, but then groaned as they turned around and saw how many boxes were left to unpack before classes began. The soft hum of the aquarium motor and the rippling of water as their new friend swam about would have to serve as motivators.

Halfway through a box and down the lettuce they were saving for a salad in tomorrow’s lunch, Avery discovered a framed photo in their belongings. Without being able to recall packing it, their first assumption was some slight from their parents. Maybe it was a picture of them at their sixth grade dance wearing clothes they hadn’t wanted to be caught dead in then, and wouldn’t be caught dead in now. Nugget’s cheerful munching on greens distracted them for a time, so with what small bit of courage such a small turtle could offer, they flipped over the frame.

Behind shining glass still carrying the sterile scent of the store it must have come from was a photo of them with Emily on their shoulders from a few years back. Amy was in the background scarfing down a BBQ hotdog, while Bobby was still just starting to get around on his own and had somehow flipped his whole plate of chips into his curly hair. Oddly, not a single parent had been in frame. Avery couldn’t imagine them taking such a candid shot, much less keeping it. They flipped it back to find a corner of notebook paper barely sticking out the back.

They laughed loud enough that Nugget stopped eating. The paper was written on in pink glitter pen and signed off with Love, Emily in such large letters that must have been the most important part to her. The rest of Emily’s note was short and sweet.

Don’t forget us. We fight a lot, but we’ll also miss you. Maybe we could see your new place or stay over when it’s convenient? I’d like to see the city.

With the recent purchases for their new pet, there was a sizable hole in Avery's bank account, but they also knew the exact damages. Without missing a beat, they dialed their sister’s cell and waited to hear her voice. It took three tries, much to their annoyance, but when she did pick up Avery knew just what to say. They looked at their new roommate, their new walls, their new hair, and asked,

“How would you like me to buy you a train ticket for the weekend?”

#wcsecretvalentine #writeblr

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crystalninjaphoenix · 16 days

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Many Roads Diverge in the Woods - Second Run - Part Three

The Beginning | Previous

The results are in.

Your path has been decided. Strange how such a small choice can change so much. Hope you guys have fun with this route :D

The poll at the bottom to decide what happens next is only open for one day, expiring on April 14th at 12:00pm PST. Part Four will be up the next day, April 15th, at the same time.

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A moment passes in silence. “God, guys, it’s just a basement,” Marvin finally says, rolling his eyes. “Fine. JJ, give me the keys, I’ll go down there.”

JJ hands them over. Are you sure?

“I bet the most I’ll find down there is dust and cobwebs. Maybe toolboxes or something, I don’t know.”

“Sorry, Marv,” Jackie mutters. “I just... it’s weird that it’s locked up, isn’t it?”

This is more of a vacation home than a real home, JJ says. Of course they would lock everything up when they’re not using it.

“The bedrooms and bathrooms weren’t locked, though.”

“That’s cause the bedrooms and bathrooms only lock from inside,” Marvin says as he walks over to the basement door. “If they locked them, they’d have to leave through the windows, and I don’t think the ones in the bathroom open up.”

“I guess that’s true.”

“You okay with going down by yourself?” Chase asks. “It’s probably pretty dark down there with the power out.”

“It’ll be fine, I have my phone flashlight. I bet the fuse box is right by the staircase anyway—got it!” The basement door unlocks and swings open. Marvin looks back at the others. “See you in a few minutes.” And he starts down the staircase before they can say anything in response.

A couple minutes pass in silence. Chase fiddles with the controller. Jackie picks at a seam on his hoodie. JJ stays standing, pacing across the floor. But soon, the lights turn on again, as does the TV. “Oh sweet!” Jackie says. “That didn’t take long at all!”

“Marvin must’ve been right about the power box being next to the stairs,” Chase says. He looks at the TV. “Hmm. Everything looks fine. We probably lost our progress, but whatever. Wanna get started again?”

“Sure,” Jackie says.

Shouldn’t we wait for Marvin? JJ asks.

“Oh shit, wait, yeah.” Chase laughs. “We just forgot about him. Great friends.”

Schneep walks into the room. “You all got the lights back on?”

“Yeah, Marvin found the fuse box in the basement,” Chase says. “We’re just waiting for him now. He should be right up.”

“Ah, I see. He took the keys, then? I’ll ask for them back when he returns.” Schneep sits down to wait with the others.

A minute passes. Then another. Then a couple more. Everyone keeps glancing towards the open basement door, expectantly at first, and then nervously. What’s taking him so long? JJ worries.

“He probably found something cool to mess with or something,” Chase says. “Uh... I guess we can text him.” He pulls his phone out of his pocket, shooting a quick text at Marvin’s number. A few seconds pass. Jackie and JJ lean closer, looking at Chase’s phone.

After a full minute, Jackie says, “Okay, yeah, he’s probably distracted with something. That’s fine, we can just keep texting him.”

He’s clearly not getting the messages, JJ says. We should go down and check on him.

“Marvin has never been the best at answering texts right away,” Schneep recalls. “Perhaps a few more will be fine. Though if you want to go downstairs, Jameson, you can.”

I’m going downstairs, JJ says firmly. Do any of you want to come with me? Clearly, going alone is not ideal.

Chase gave JJ a puzzled look. “What d’you mean?”

I’m worried! JJ says. If Marvin’s trapped beneath a fallen shelf or something, I can’t lift it up by myself!

“Uh, oddly specific situation, but I guess that’s a good point,” Jackie says slowly. “I doubt something like that is happening, though.”

Chase sighs. JJ is clearly ready to go downstairs anyway, so there’s no real need for anyone else to go. But it would probably help assuage JJ’s worries if someone else went with him.

#jacksepticeye #jacksepticeye fanfiction #jacksepticegos #septic egos #septic egos au #jacksepticeye au #marvin the magnificent #chase brody #jameson jackson #jackieboy man #dr schneeplestein #brigid writes fanfiction #manyroadsdivergejse

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incorrectmarvelquotesss · 1 year

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Welcome to my 1000 followers celebration! I don't even know how so many of you decided to follow me and give me support throughout these few past years. This is crazy enough as it is but honestly can't get my head down from the clouds sometimes. This blog has become one of my safe places, even though sometimes there are things I wish I hadn't seen, and all of you make it that way. I don't know how many of the thousand still interact with my blog and how many are just there, but I really do appreciate every single one of you. If I could I would message every blog following me.

I wanted to do something a bit more “me” I guess. Seeing that this blog started just for incorrect marvel quotes (literally in the name) I decided that you should be able to make your drabbles/oneshots/series based on an incorrect quote that I have posted. I thought it would be fun, but I did give the option of regular prompts and some fun AUs are listed below as well. Most prompts and AUs have been found on Pinterest.

If you don’t want to participate, please consider reblogging! It might give others a chance to maybe escape their writer’s block as writing challenges have often done for me!

Rules:

Send me an ask or message with which incorrect quote/prompt you are using. Please make sure to add it at the beginning or bold it.

If you are not participating, can you please reblog for signal boost? I would really appreciate it.

You can pick an MCU character. You can also do any MCU ships, but no incest like Th*rki or St*rker.

Use any of the incorrect quotes or prompts written below

Two people per prompt/incorrect quote

Three prompts per person and one incorrect quote per person

AUs are completely optional (but definitely encouraged)

It can be a drabble, oneshot, or series

Warnings must be given properly. Any warnings that you may have missed, I will let you know and please do add it. In addition to this, I will not be accepting any dark!fics and/or any rape or anything of the sort. If you want to run something by me, by all means go ahead.

Deadline: October 14th, 2024

Lastly, please tag me @incorrectmarvelquotesss and add the tag #loveys1kcelebration

Incorrect Quotes

“When you close both of your eyes, you see darkness, but when you close one you see nothing.” / *closes one eye before reopening it* / “Did you just wink at me, you big flirt?”

“This is my life now. I have climbed this hill am now I shall die upon it.” / “Shut up. We’ve only been hiking for twenty minutes.”

“Why are you still here?” / “Because I care about you, you asshole.” (@nekoannie-chan)

“You can’t love someone unless you love yourself first.” / “Bullshit. I have never loved myself, but you? Oh god, I love you so much I forgot what hating myself felt like.”

“So, what do ya think? Good idea, right?” / “Whatever floats your titanic.” / “The titanic sank.” / “Yeah, just like your IQ did when you came up with that idea.”

“I’m so hot.” / “Yeah, you—” / *moves to stand in front of the fan* / “—I mean, yeah. It’s hot in here.”

“Stop doing that.” / “Doing what?” / “Saying things that make me want to kiss the hell outta you.”

“You’re so hot.“ / “Okay?” / “I’m falling for you and so is my zipper.”

“Where are you going?” / “Hell, most likely.”

“Stop yelling at me or I swear to god I’m gonna fall in love with you!” / *starts yelling louder* or *stops yelling*

Other Prompts

“Lean on me.” / “For support?” / “Yeah, why else?” (@marvellingdaydreams)

“Stay with me. Don’t close your eyes.”

“There’s a bullet in you. You got shot. I can see it.” / “I can feel it.”

“I want you to come if you can.”

“Stay away from her/him/they. She’s/He’s/They’re mine.”

“Stop glaring, sweet cheeks. I know you want me.”

“I hate that you’re so mad at me, but you look so hot right now.”

“Just date already! Even the cat/dog want you to date at this point.”

“Half of this city wants you dead.” / “Wow. A month ago, the whole city wanted me dead. Things are looking up.” (@nekoannie-chan)

“You’re drunk.” / “I’m still sober enough to kill you darling, so don’t push your luck.”

AUs (optional)

“You’re overdue on this book and I really want it so I’m tracking you down” AU

“When you told me your name I thought you were joking so I made a joke and started laughing before I realized it really was your name and now we’re stuck in awkward silence while I figure out how to apologize” AU

“You were waving at your friend behind me but I got confused and waved at you and now I’m dying of embarrassment but you think I’m cute” AU

“I was just getting my laundry done but then I saw you putting in what seemed like a bunch of clothes stained in blood so now I’m kind of terrified of you” AU

“Our pets banged and now mine is expecting so I should probably get to know your name and figure out what we’re doing because this isn’t cheap” AU

— masterlist —

Different Escape Plan - Steve Rogers By @nekoannie-chan

Things Are Looking Up - Brock Rumlow By @nekoannie-chan

#mcu challenge #mcu x reader #mcu writing challenge #writing challenge #marvel cinematic universe #marvel writing challenge #writing inspiration #mcu ships #mcu au #incorrect marvel quotes #mcu marvel #marvel #avengers #marvel mcu #mcu character #mcu #mcu fanfics

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theneighborhoodwatch · 1 year

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Hi! I am real new to Welcome Home and was piecing together all the stuff on the site until I realized, someone already did it!!! So thank you for this excellent collection of information! However, there was one thing I noticed that I did not see mentioned anywhere, and I am not entirely sure it is relevant but I wanted to get peoples thoughts.

The "About Us" page mentions that Ronald Dorelaine is likely the creator of the show (or Playfellow, or both?). Dorelaine is an interesting surname and I couldn't find any information about it ever having been used as a surname. I messed around with anagrams and found "R. Dorelaine" is an anagram for "Ed Lorraine", which are the first names of the famous American demonologists Ed and Lorraine Warren - specifically, their collective career is responsible for a LOT of American horror, especiallg that which seems to share some themes with Welcome Home. Most notably IMO is Poltergeist, Amityville Horror, and Annabelle.

The Warrens were Roman Catholic and often participated in cases where they were tasked with assisting in investigating and/or exorcising some kind of demon or malevolent spirit from a house that, in its own metaphysical way, has "come alive". Considering the use of some demonology references (Baphomet/Tarot/"as above so below") as well as christian imagery (the cufflinks), and the obscure nature of Home's intelligence, I wondered if this was unintentional or maybe something more!! :)

It could be totally grasping at straws, but I thought it was a cool coincidence nonetheless and was curious what people (who've been familiar with the source material longer than I, lol) might think!

OHHH - this is more in the realm of speculation, i think, but that is a REALLY interesting find... my personal theory for the time being is that "dorelaine" was chosen as a surname for ol' ronnie bc of its similarity to "darling," (or in-universe, the other way around) i don't think i can really confirm whether or not either of these are intentional yet, though - both because so much of welcome home is still either under wraps or in development, and because as much as i fantasize about being a proofreader some day, i'm not the one writing welcome home. i also wanna reiterate that the cross cufflinks were scrapped, like, Right before the website first went live, and any cross imagery seems to have been relegated to home himself - although that's still significant in this context, given the third paragraph.

also! to answer your question of "so is dorelaine or the playfellow workshop the creator of the show?" - older versions of the "what's welcome home" page listed both as the show's creator interchangeably, but after the january 14th update, it only lists the playfellow workshop as the producer/creator, meanwhile ronald dorelaine's name is relegated to the "about us" page, and with more ambiguous phrasing to boot (i.e. "he must be the creator [of welcome home and/or the playfellow workshop" rather than "he is the creator.")

tl;dr: is it intentional? i have no idea. is it a really neat observation regardless though? absolutely yes.

this whole thing, though, does get me thinking about the concept of haunted objects/locations in the context of welcome home. ever since the january 14th update, the website itself seems to be acting as a prologue to the rest of the story, and so far has been playing out as a much more typical horror story than one would expect - there's a plucky everyman research team, mysterious lost media with an even more mysterious creator, and a strange puppet (or at least, the most prominent of the bunch) seemingly haunting their website for reasons yet unknown. i believe this is intentional, though - from the way clown himself describes the project on his website, welcome home seems much more interested in the puppets' perspective than anyone else's. the question is no longer "wouldn't it be fucked up if puppets killed you?" but "wouldn't it be fucked up to be a puppet?" in that sense, i think it's strangely appropriate that our introduction to this project - to these characters - is filtered through others' perceptions of them. even wally, who you'd think would be the obvious exception, seems hesitant to reveal too much right off the bat (or equally likely, he's being as straightforward as he can be, and there's something very very important he isn't taking into account.)

i don't think welcome home is a Literal ghost/posession story, if it is such a story at all - i feel that would be too easy, almost, to have everything be explained by "a ghost/demon did it" - but i have to wonder, if we frame the events of welcome home (or what we've glimpsed of them so far) as a haunting Of Some Sort: are the neighbors doing the haunting, desperate for communication but unable to leave the town that was built for them even after it stopped being of any use to its creators? or are they themselves being haunted, their existence both sustained and horribly limited by human interference, shaped by ideals they barely even comprehend? is it both? "as above, so below" - commonly understood to be talking about celestial mechanics's effects on terrestrial happenings (the seasons, the tide, etc.) i have seen it also summarized as "what happens in a higher realm or plane of existence also happens in a lower realm and vice versa," and that is interesting, isn't it? i cannot speak to the presence of demonology in welcome home proper, as the baphomet imagery seems exclusive to some relatively Ancient concept art for a version of welcome home that has long since been scrapped, but the fact that "as above so below" seems to have survived in some form is very. smiles wide showing my teeth and gums.

#ask #truckfreaks #wh speculation #sorry for getting around to this later than usual. i made some chili that made me break into a cold sweat and then took a fat nap. very odd #ALSO sorry that this got away from me so hard lmao. i was excited as you can see #welcome home

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rockmiyabideusexmachina · 1 year

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2023 Megaman Secret Valentine Event *Signups Closed*

Wait, you say to yourself. After like 16 years, suddenly this subject header says Event and not Contest? Miyabi, what’s going on?!

Well, I’m going to flip the script a little this year and try something different, for a few different reasons: One, after so many years of romantic contest themes, it can be a little hard brainstorming something that feels different. Two, some people are more likely to participate in something a little more relaxed and not as competitive. And three, there is a certain Megaman video game collection coming out in a couple more months after Valentine’s, and maybe there will be something else art-themed planned that will be announced soonish as well... So I don’t want to creatively burn people out, either.

So, taking a note from the annual Robot Rumpus Secret Santa, I’m going to attempt a quick Secret Valentine Event instead. Help someone feel the love this Valentine’s Day through creating a Valentine’s Day gift for them. Consider this a test of sorts. For everyone who signs up, you will randomly receive an assignment to draw for another participant as their Secret Valentine.

1.) When you are ready, send me a dm/message/note via Tumblr, Twitter or dA, stating you intend to sign up to draw for someone.

2.) In your message to me, please include a wish list with a minimum of 3 individual characters or couples from the Megaman franchise that you would be happy to have drawn for you as Valentine’s gift art.

Artwork does not necessarily have to be love/romance themed, but it is preferred to fit with the holiday

Any kind of artstyle and medium are welcome. Well, with one exception. I guess since it is in popular discussion, I have to address it. The artwork needs to be your own creation. Artwork created through AI technology will not be accepted. The only AI I will accept are Akane Illustrations, but seeing as I am running this and not participating, there likely will be no reason for any of you to create AI bribery images this year, then will there?! ;p

Signups will run from today until Thursday, Jan. 12th, 2023. That gives you one week to sign up.

On Friday the 13th, Cupid Wily and I will message everyone back with their assignments, and their assignment’s wish list. Then you will have one month to create your gift art for your Secret Valentine.

Secret Valentine’s art will be due Monday, Feb. 13th, 2023, by the global end of the day.

Please send your gift art to me by that date. If you are done before that date, it’s fine to send it to me. I will then compile all the art into a homemade Valentine’s Day shoebox gallery/thread like I usually do for contests. And crossing my fingers, I will have everything posted then on Valentine’s Day, Feb. 14th. You are certainly welcome to send your Secret Valentine their art privately, before me spoiling it in the gallery/thread, but preferably not before Feb. 12th. Let’s keep it close to the holiday.

If you don’t want to participate in the exchange, but would like to draw some sort of generic “backup” Megaman-themed Valentine that we could send in case a participant can’t complete their gift, let me know.

Will there still be prizes?

Yes, I still plan to do a participation raffle, with prize money for a certain number of randomly chosen people who decide to join in. Not going to say a number/amount yet, depending on how many people decide to sign up. But bare minimum, it will be 6 winners, much like the usual top 3 for 2 categories in the annual contest. To be announced after signups are complete. *1/12 UPDATE* Raffle prizes are now confirmed: There will be 3 grand prize raffle winners, who will each take home $125 in prize money. There will also be 6 runner up raffle prize winners, and each will recieve a physical copy of the Mechanical Heart Megaman 35th Anniversary fanzine.

In order to be eligible for the raffle prizes, you simply have to complete your assignment and send it to me by the Feb. 13th (global end of the day) deadline. If you fail to complete your assignment on time, you will not be eligible for any raffle prizes.

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Any other questions, or something you felt I forgot to address? Feel free to ask.

I’ll edit a confirmed participant list in this thread as I receive them.

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my very long, incoherent, unedited, unnecessarily rambly throughts rewatching utsukushii kare s2 ep. read at your own expense 👍

I find hira’s beginning monologue so interesting, how he says saying I like you is hard to say out loud and yet he so easily says things that are way bigger than that and show so much more commitment and devotion, and he gives it away in his actions too. idk if it’s that he separates them in his head, like kiyoi being his king and kiyoi being someone he likes are two separate things of he thinks those things don’t give away his feelings, again maybe bc he doesn’t connect them. it’s just so interesting. god I wanna know how his brain operates.

also what he says about greed, being content to just watch from afar but people are greedy, and courage, ‘the sin of touching god, pretending that it’s courage’, god I love that line. the sin is his greed, that he thinks he disguises as having the courage to… confess I guess? like he wasn’t actually, in his mind, brave enough to say he likes kiyoi, instead he sees it as his greed winning over. he sees touching kiyoi, being with him, as something bad, sinful, something he doesn’t do, as it breaks his established king and servant dynamic. he shouldn’t have the right, and yet he wants it too much to listen to himself. that’s the whole hypocritical, paradoxical thing about it. he’s set the rules in his mind and he’s the one breaking them and telling himself it’s bad, when none of that is true, it’s all just cooked up in his head. the sin is the lie and the courage is the reality, he really was brave enough to show his feelings even just enough for them to register with kiyoi, that there’s real love there thats not religious devotion, and the bravery will keep coming as he chooses to let himself live in that reality instead of a world in his head that punishes himself.

I just love that kiyoi’s inherent love language is ‘ew you’re gross’, bc it’s so easy for hira to take it literally but also still love it and understand what it means. and I love that kiyoi only truly gets mad when he perceives hira to be unsure about something between them or regret it or want to take it back. like when he says ‘I was too persistent’, that’s what angers kiyoi, the self doubt, bc what they did isn’t something kiyoi views badly at all. it only makes him mad when he things hira views it that way. you can even see the difference between that fake and real anger, when hira calls him cute and he goes back to calling him gross, which we know is a sign of affection, kiyoi just gets too blushy to compute and has to bail before his feelings get out. also, you can see there’s no real fear, that it’s all more playful, bc when kiyoi threatens, hira doesn’t cower, he loves it more, and isn’t afraid to say that, no matter what kiyoi has threatened to do. he can’t help it, he just finds the threat of murder too cute when it comes from early morning, sweater paws kiyoi

the fact hira says ‘every day wanes and waxes’ only to at the end talk about how he feels stuck on that 14th stage of the waxing moon. again, it’s contradictory. he knows time passes, he knows that phase will end, but he doesn’t see that kiyoi. maybe he finds comfort in being stuck in his familiar place, the role he set for himself, maybe he can’t imagine making progress, having a reality where he is with kiyoi, for real. but the moon is already full, he just needs to step into reality and not be stuck in that picture.

also I love that the people in his photography club don’t give him a chance to explain it’s not the full moon and just talk over him, but kiyoi gives him the space to speak and explain himself. it shows kiyoi’s understanding of him, and hira’s comfort to be more confident and let himself speak. and there’s something nice about how everyone else is just gonna see a full moon, but hira and kiyoi will see that piece missing, that bit of imperfection. I think that’s quite a nice analogy for their relationship.

love that they say hira was teasing them and koyama just looks like ‘??? hira??? yeah, sure jan’

huh?? im watching this on Viki whereas I watched it previously on gagaoolala and the subtitles here are different. the meaning hasn’t been too off so far, but here it changes the meaning completely. on gagaoolala it says kiyoi was supportive of hira staying in the club, but on viki it says hira wanted to support kiyoi so he stayed. does anyone with some kind of grasp of Japanese know which one of these is right?????

apart from viki subtitles being weird (super calm instead of super cool???) I absolutely love this line, where kiyoi says how much he wants to try and be better and improve and he’s called cool for it. as someone who always had to hide that ambition and desire in him, to see him not only pursue his dreams but also be told that makes him so cool, i fucking love that. at school, it’s cool to mess about and not care, but actually caring is the coolest thing you can do

I. fucking. LOVE. possessive and protective kiyoi. it’s just one of my weaknesses, the whole i can shit on him as much as I want but if anyone else says a word against him there will be blood. it’s just. agh it’s so good. hira is someone who no one ever cared about or stood up for, and yet here’s this big, cool, popular, hot guy that sees red whenever someone says anything slightly bad against him. I just think it would send hira insane if he knew just how possessive kiyoi can be.

again there’s something so contradictory about how hira obsesses over kiyoi on screen and is not shy about it, he doesn’t try to hide what he was doing or anything, and yet he still remains so careful around kiyoi. as he said, he’s happy to watch at a distance, and it’s like he almost doesn’t realise what his reality is. he has kiyoi right there, he can see him, speak to him, touch him whenever he wants and yet he not only consumes him at a distance but actively maintains the gap. it’s like he just doesn’t get the truth that is right there. kiyoi is his, he doesn’t need to keep this separation up, yet somehow he does, either consciously or unconsciously, it’s his brain written rules that he needs to get over.

this bit!!!!! when kiyoi wants to be fed and hira just holds up the plate and gives him chopsticks. you can tell that kiyoi wants hira to feed him, it’s cute and romantic, and funnily enough it’s an act of service which fits in with hira’s perceived role, and yet he still doesn’t see himself worthy of doing so, as if touching the food his king will eat is something so impossible he doesn’t even consider it.

behind it all, this is just kiyoi dressing his boyfriend up to look cute and hot and model clothes for him and I love that.

also I love this small moment where kiyoi goes to put the hat on him, the kind of hat hira wears when he’s in his stalker mode with the glasses, the height of his subservience, and instead takes it off and pushes his hair back. it’s like he’s saying you don’t need to be that, you can be you, and let everyone see that. it’s so small and subtle but the meaning of it, that he wants hira to have the confidence to be himself, to let that out and show it off, that he thinks he’s cool and hot and amazing and wants to show him off. agh. I just can’t.

and the way he says nothing could ever bring me this much happiness, but all it also brings me fear (I think the gagaoolala subtitles were ‘all I remember is fear’ which I like more), it shows that this should make him happy, the happiest he’s ever been, having kiyoi this close, like this. so why does it terrify him? hira’s fear running throughout this ep is kiyoi leaving him, breaking up with easily him at the drop of a hat, so it’s as if, by being this close to him, that fear consumes him, is all he can think of. but I think that fear is only there bc of how he views their relationship, still stuck in their king and servant roles. he knows he shouldn’t be doing this, that this should be impossible, almost that he’s lucky and should be grateful for this but not expect it to last, bc he should never be allowed near the king for long, it’s not right. again, his brain is saying one day he’ll wake up and see you for what you are, below him, and leave you. but hira, and only hira, puts himself in that place. the truth is what hira really is is human, on kiyoi’s level. and what’s more, kiyoi is the one that we see later doesn’t want hira to leave him. he has this fear too, but for him it’s a fear of loneliness. it’s so interesting that their fear comes from these two different places but manifests the same. hira thinks kiyoi is always on the edge of leaving him, but kiyoi begs not to be left alone. they’re both terrified of it ending, when neither one of them ever would.

kiyoi’s face at 12:12 exactly. the disgust. the anger. the ‘how dare you’ of it all. and then he gets hira to feed him (still not physically touching his food) just to flex, to show ownership. man, that’s my shit.

I also find it interesting that hira is so afraid of an end, even death, that is so far away, and so unlikely in the moment, that it consumes him to the point that he can’t actually live and enjoy the moment, the fact he has kiyoi. again, he’s right there but, despite all his devotion, it’s like he doesn’t actually see kiyoi, and I can see how that would get to and annoy and hurt kiyoi the most. and he even says it. ‘Don’t live in your own world. We’re hanging out in this one’

also that he says a world without kiyoi is like death but after high school, when they didn’t see each other, he did not in fact die. but I can’t expect hira to be logical at all.

this is the bit that underpins how they are so good for each other. kiyoi wanting to support hira, not for support sake but because it’s true. that doesn’t reach hira, he thinks it’s just kindness and charity, that it’s not sincere. but kiyoi is sincere, and continues to be, but when it goes over that point, when kiyoi gets close to saying he thinks hira is handsome, and that he likes that, and hira starts to see that for what it is and not just comfort, that’s when kiyoi bails. he can’t face being that honest, but the honestly is what hira needs. they need each other. it’s right there.

and it’s there in that line too. when kiyoi calls him cool, but hira doesn’t believe him. kiyoi asks if hira thinks he’s lying, which of course his answer is no. his king would never lie, that’s bad and he’s not a bad person, he could never be. which means hira’s only feasible option is to believe him, but that goes against everything he thinks of himself, and that’s where it all starts to crumble. hira can’t love and adore kiyoi and think he’s a bad person, so when kiyoi says good things about him, he has no option but to believe them, but to believe them means he’s not the person or role he’s set for himself, so the king and servant think falls apart and hira has to face that he’s a human being equal to everyone else. that’s where the whole thing collapses, and that’s why no one else can do that for hira but kiyoi.

the same thing happens! kiyoi being flirty and suggestive only for hira to unknowingly shut it down which makes kiyoi upset. and I love this bit about him not being desperate anymore, bc hira really is so wrapped up in his head thinking kiyoi will abandon him at a moments notice to realise the real reason kiyoi is mad is bc he thinks hira doesn’t like him as much anymore, isn’t desperate, he’s grown accustomed and bored, which is so the opposite. if anything, kiyoi here accidentally fosters that godly worship, like you used to fall at my feet before and do whatever I wanted, what’s changed? And hira easily reassures that’s nothings changed, that he’s exactly that, which keeps them stuck. but the thing is kiyoi almost needs that devotion, needs hira to sacrifice himself to him for him to break down his walls. Kiyoi is the only reason hira can bring himself out of his comfort zone, so he’s simultaneously keeping hira locked in his head but pushing him into the world. it’s interesting, and I can’t wait to see how it turns out, and which one wins over the other

‘I gotta do my best’. I screamed. Again, it’s the crux of why they’re good for each other. Beneath all the panic and anxiety hira is feeling, what pushes him through is I’ve gotta do my best. Why? For kiyoi of course. He has to do his best so kiyoi doesn’t look bad, bc kiyoi brought him here so he doesn’t want to disappoint him. As I said, it’s his devotion to kiyoi that gives him the courage to go out of his comfort zone.

What’s great about this scene is how they characterise this woman and what she says, how she comes onto hira. It’s almost like she voices all the worries hira would have in a social situation like this, ‘you made them mad, they don’t like you, you were rude’. And then she tries to pretend she understands, that that’s what makes them similar. But it’s not true, no one thinks that, and Hira isn’t like that at all. she comes onto him with falsity, which is a great parallel for Kiyoi, who does understand, who gets him, and knows him. She voices everything Hira would think about himself while Kiyoi is the one encouraging him, complimenting him, trying to make him think better of himself. The way he does it is more hostile to the naked eye, but the intention, the meaning is anything put.

Hira is right. Kiyoi is about to murder someone. It’s just not him.

Also again it’s classic nonsensical hira to see Kiyoi get jealous and possessive and think oh god he’s gonna leave me.

I’m sorry, I just love pouty Kiyoi stamping through the house with Hira rushing after him. He’s a baby. I love him.

And then when they talk about it, Hira believes that woman, bc of course he would, bc it’s what he believes of himself. And to see Kiyoi, that is so mad with his possessiveness, and mad that Hira doesn’t get it, still try to correct him, even reassure him that he is wrong, he wasn’t out of place. It’s like he’s doubly mad that the woman came onto him and that she made him think like that, or even triply mad that Hira believed her and cared what she thought. She shouldn’t matter, he matters, how he feels seeing a woman coming onto hira matters, but hira doesn’t think about that bc he doesn’t see himself as important, let alone someone that could affect kiyoi’s feelings that much. I can see why it’s maddening for Kiyoi, to care and want to get mad while hira just doesn’t get it, knowing it’s bc he thinks so little of himself. how can you be mad when it’s not someone’s fault they lack self worth? agh it all just stacks on top of each other and I can’t wait to see them unravel it all.

And I kinda love that it’s not even possible for Hira to think of himself as someone that can flirt, or someone that can even be come on to. It’s like Kiyoi wants Hira to be himself and be confident, so he dresses him up to make him look cool, then he gets flirted with and he instantly regrets it. He simultaneously wants to show him off but keep him to himself, which is fantastic bc Hira just sees himself as a burden or a stain on the kings image. It’s impossible for kiyoi to think of him like that but he does and he just has to figure out how to compute that.

This. MOMENT. Kiyoi just saying ‘I went a bit far yesterday’. Like… idk that just really gets to me. Bc I so see where he’s coming from, I see how he can be frustrated with Hira, and he has every right to feel what he feels, he can be jealous and possessive, that happens in relationships. yes, it’s classic Kiyoi, so of course everything is more dramatic, but the fact he has the heart, the guilt, the maturity to admit that he went too far, I just love him for that. His patience with Hira is something I so appreciate, bc it comes from a place of such love and care. Hira is someone hard to be patient with. He has a lot to overcome, especially in terms of how he views their relationship. Kiyoi does too, but the fact he says this shows he’s consciously taking steps to be better. His feelings can be a lot sometimes and they don’t always manifest well, but recognizing that is such progress for him, and it’s the first sign of real maturity in their relationship. It’s what makes me love them and this show. The mess, the dramatics, all of it, it’s not for show, it’s not to heighten, instead it has this basis that grounds it of two people struggling and learning to express their feelings, and at least one of them now acknowledges that struggle. And I’m so proud of Kiyoi for that.

And when he says ‘I get weird when it’s about you’. Yeah. That’s kiyoi language for ‘I care about you’. Plain and simple. Bc what’s evident is that nothing can send Kiyoi into madness like Hira can, Hira himself or anything concerning or to do with Hira. And it’s bc he cares. It’s bc he loves him. It’s the old ‘ppl act crazy when they’re in love’, i just think Kiyoi is still getting to grips with just how huge and deep his feelings for Hira are.

Oh, and another thought about the moon thing. Maybe it’s not about what’s missing, maybe it’s about Hira feeling like he’s always on the edge of something complete, like just before a full moon. But he stays connected to screens and pictures and cameras and still images, when in fact life is moving around him, and the moon is already full.

Or as Hira says ‘I love him so much, it’s never enough’. Maybe that’s the basis of his construction of Kiyoi comes from, someone so deserving of love that he can’t possibly give it all himself, he’s not capable of giving him all the love he deserves, it’s too much. But again, just like how he’s stuck in the image, in the real world, his love is enough, it’s more than enough, it’s all Kiyoi needs. Just him, the full moon.

And we see that Kiyoi is getting through. Hira says ‘you’re teaching me things about myself I never knew’. Hira really is finding himself. And with any discovery, you kinda have to go on the long, messy journey before you get there. I just love that this scene acknowledges that within that mess, there’s progress being made.

And right there at the end. Kiyoi’s fear of being alone. But the thing is it’s not about Hira being a lifeline or that single person. Kiyoi has always been surrounded by people that gravitate towards him, he’s naturally popular, yet he’s always still felt lonely. But what makes him act weird, what’s foreign and new for him, is that with Hira, he’s not lonely anymore. He’s never cared about who was or wasn’t there, but he cares when it’s Hira. He needs him, specifically, to be by his side. The one that, somehow, for some reason, quenches the loneliness. Where everyone else gives him unfounded, excessive love and praise, it’s not that he cares about, it’s love from Hira he wants. And he wants it less almost, doesn’t want that unfounded devotion, he wants real love, not another fan or blind follower, but a friend, a partner, a lover.

#made by jemmo #yes this really is everything going through my head while watching a less than 30 minute episode of a show #try being in my head its exhausting #but i just needed to get it all out otherwise id go mad #i just love this show so much #i dont know how else to say it to convey just how much #it has my mind my heart my soul #it makes me insane #utsukushii kare #utsukushii kare 2 #my beautiful man #my beautiful man 2

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Seven Days ~ Chapter Twenty-Five

Seven Days - Modern Tolkien AU

Firefighter Frerin Durin died in a fire set deliberately. But after he helps his brother, Thorin find happiness, Frerin is offered a second chance. He has to prove himself worthy by righting the one major wrong in his life. Otherwise, history will repeat and he will die for good this time. The catch? He has seven days in which to do this and isn’t even certain what his major wrong is.

At least, he doesn’t know for long.

Syd Prescott has known Frerin since high school. She spent one night with him and then he vanished from her life. Now, he claims he wants to make it up to her, to right was he realizes was his major wrong. But can she trust him? And can he prove to her that she can before it’s too late?

A/N - I want to apologize for the slow updates, I haven’t been in a great headspace to write, and with all I have to do for school, my free time is going to be at a premium, so updates may be even slower. Thanks so much for your patience…

Pairing: Modern!Frerin x OFC Syd Prescott

Characters: Frerin, Syd, Gram, Nico, Holly Cassidy, Dave Brewer, Capt. Pratt

Warnings: None

Rating: T

Word Count: 3,230

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Previous chapters can be found here.

December 13th & 14th

Monday Night/Tuesday Morning

It was odd, stretching out in her bed with Frerin, with Riley curled up in a ball at the foot of it after she’d sniffed the daylights out of every corner of Syd’s room, but as Frerin draped his arm about her shoulders and pressed a kiss into the top of her head, she found she didn't mind it so much.

The television was on, the volume at maybe five, and she sighed as she tucked her head against Frerin’s chest, smiling when he tightened his arm about her shoulders. “What’s on your mind, Syd,” he murmured, his fingers sweeping lightly along her shoulder.

“I’m just… comfortable.”

“Yeah? Me, too.”

She smiled into the semi-darkness, draping her arm over his hips, her fingertips brushing along the smooth, warm cotton of his boxer briefs. “There’s something to be said about being comfortable.”

He murmured something that sounded like an agreement, then pressed a kiss into the top of her head. An equally comfortable silence descended upon them, broken up only by the sound of Scott Van Pelt’s voice as he gave the day’s highlights in sports—basketball and hockey mostly.

“Syd?”

She lifted her head to gaze up at him. “Yeah?”

“What do you want for Christmas?”

“Truth?” She sighed softly. “For this to be over with. With Tori, I mean. It bothers me that she’s back, so to speak.”

“Yeah, me, too.” His fingers went still. “You think Gram will figure out how we deal with this?”

“I do, yeah.” Syd slid her hand up along his firm stomach, along the trail of soft hair that swirled around his navel and then upward toward his chest. She had faith in Gram, and if all else failed, Syd was pretty sure she had an idea that might work as well. She just wanted to run it by Gram before she said anything to him.

The bed creaked softly as he shifted, coming up to cover her, smiling as he said, “You think they can hear us downstairs?”

“No one else is awake at this hour,” she told him. In the soft glow given off by the television, he looked almost sinister, his eyes pale slivers of ice beneath his dark brows, the St. Florian medallion throwing off flashes of light, the nazar a millimeter from his skin, the leather cord not long enough to allow for much more. “I think we’re good.”

She waited for the that feral look to come to his pale eyes, to lift the corners of his lips into that sinful grin she’d come to know so well.

But instead, he just gazed down at her. “I love you.”

“I know,” she told him, tracing her fingernails lightly along his back. “And I love you, too.”

He bent to her then, his lips teasing as they met hers. SVP melted into the background as Syd lost herself in Frerin’s kiss, which came slow and teasing and deep, and when he pulled back, he whispered, “Let’s get married, Syd.”

“What?”

“Let’s just do it.”

“Frerin, we talked about this and—”

“I know,” he cut her off softly, “I know it’s fucking crazy, but I don't know… I just feel like we should, Syd.”

“You feel like we should?”

“Yeah. It’s just… a feeling I have. And don't ask me to explain why because I don't think I can, but it’s there and I just think we—”

She silenced him with a finger pressed to his lips. “Before you pass out,” she whispered, holding his gaze, smiling as his eyes softened. “By feeling, do you mean like when you have the feeling you should play a certain number combination in the lottery or you should maybe go a different way to work than usual?”

He nodded, his, “Yeah,” somewhat muffled by her finger. He waited for her to pull it away before adding, “I know I sound nuts, Syd, but I can’t shake it. I just—I don't know. It’s just—” He drew in a deep breath, exhaled slowly, and finished with, “I’ve felt it since I saw Tori earlier. I’m worried about you, Syd.”

“She isn’t getting in here without an invitation,” Syd told him, although her confidence in that wavered as he shook his head, and it was her turn to inhale deeply before saying, “Why are you shaking your head?”

“She’s already been in here.”

A hint of silvery fear shot through her. “What?”

“Yeah, she told me, back before you knew I’d been dead, that she was here. She said you all couldn't see her, that you didn't know she was there and if that—”

“Frerin,” she interrupted softly, “I don't think anyone could get past Gram and I’ve the feeling she’s probably made sure to secure the house as best she could.”

She bit back a sigh as his eyes widened slightly, then narrowed and she wasn’t at all surprised when he murmured, “Are you guys really witches?”

“What do you think?”

He held her gaze and she held her breath as he pondered it a moment. Then, he leaned in, brushed her lips with his, and murmured, “I think I should make sure I never piss you off.”

“Well, I think that ship has already sailed and yet,” she winked up at him, “you’re still here, so…”

“Syd…”

“We don't use our gifts that way, babe,” she told him softly, shaking her head as she reached up to brush a wayward lock of dark hair away from where it fell over his left eye. “Gram drilled I into us that we should never, unless we have absolutely no choice. You can’t just go around hexing people for no good reason. Just like we aren’t supposed to use our gifts to try to split up a couple or win a man for ourselves.”

“But you could, if you wanted to.”

She hesitated for a moment, but then slowly nodded. “I could. And so can all of us.”

“Except Al.”

“No, she probably could, too. She would just have to work a lot harder than the rest of us.” She traced her forefinger along his jaw, toward his ear. As it grew thicker, his beard softened some, no longer quite as prickly as it had been only a week earlier. It was funny, but until he came back into her life, she never found beards particularly attractive. But now? She couldn't imagine him without it and wasn’t so sure she’d want him to ever shave it off.

“Syd?”

“I love you,” she whispered, her finger going still, “and I am not letting that spook get her hands on you again. And if I have to break one of Gram’s rules to do it, I will. But, you have to promise me, you will not take this—” she brushed the cobalt glass with the same finger she’d traced his jawline with—“off. For any reason.”

“I won’t.”

“Promise me, Frerin.”

“I promise you, Syd, I won’t take it off. Hell, I took off St. Florian and died in a fire. I’m not stupid enough to make the same mistake twice.”

“Good.” The television timer went off without warning, going suddenly silent as it plunged them into darkness. She glanced over at the clock. “It’s almost midnight. We should get some sleep.”

“You sure you want to sleep?”

She smiled up at him. “Are you offering me something better?”

“What do you think?”

“I think I might need a little convincing. It’s getting pretty late.”

She bit back a chuckle at the glint in Frerin’s eyes and when he bent to brush her lips with his, it was all the convincing she needed.

****

A soft buzzing roused Frerin from a somewhat unsettled sleep and he picked up his head to squint at his cell buzzing across the cherrywood night stand. He threw his hand toward it, knocking it off said nightstand and onto the floor, screen up to show his firehouse number on the home screen.

“Fuck…” He lunged for the phone, snatched it up, and managed to toggle to accept the call, rubbing his eyes with his free hand as he growled, “Durin here.”

“Rise and shine, sweetheart,” Nico’s voice was far more cheerful than was humanly possible, “it’s time for work.”

“I’m on the bench this week, Nico, remember? For taking my mask off to give to Syd at the warehouse.”

“Well, kiss your girlfriend and get your ass in here. Chief’s calling in everyone. Massive apartment building fire on the Northside. All hands on deck.”

Frerin squinted at the clock on the bookshelf across from the bed. Three-fifteen. “I’ll be there in five.”

“I knew you wouldn’t want to miss the party. Don't drive like an asshole.”

Nico clicked off as Syd stirred. “Frerin?”

“I’ve got to go,” he told her, already sliding from bed, biting back a yelp as his feet touched the cold hardwood floor. “Apartment fire and the entire department’s recalled.”

“I thought you were suspended?”

“I was and now I’m not.” He reached for his jeans, draped over the arm chair by the window, and slid into the them, then grabbed the cream colored henley he’d worn the previous day to tug over his head. Socks and boots were next and as he lifted his leather jacket to shrug into, he said, “I’ll call you when I get back to the station, okay, Syd?”

“Yeah, but… be careful, okay? You’re sure it was the department that called?”

As she said it, the scream of sirens rent the air and he nodded. “Yeah. I think this might be a bit much even for her. And I’ll be careful.”

He leaned over to kiss her, smiling as she slid her arms about him and gave him a squeeze. “Please, keep watch over your shoulder.”

“I’ll be fine, baby. Promise.” He drew back and winked. “I love you.”

She didn't look at all mollified by his reassurance, but nodded. “I love you, too.”

He didn't really want to leave her, especially with her as worried as she was, but since he really had no choice, he pulled the bedroom door shut behind him and made his way out to his Jeep as quietly as he could.

He was halfway to the Jeep, the frigid night air biting into him, the wind ruffling through his hair, when the front door opened and he spun about as Syd called, “You need a key.”

“What?”

She held out a keyring. “I’m not leaving the front door unlocked. Remember? The crazies?”

He jogged back up to her. “You sure you won’t need it? I don’t know how long I’ll be.”

“It’s an extra. And it’s yours now.”

He smiled. “I’ll see you later, Syd. Go back inside before you freeze out here.”

“I’m fine,” she said, even as she shivered. “Go.”

He kissed her once more, then turned and crossed to his Jeep. The engine turned over and when he pulled away from the curb, Syd was still on the wide front porch, bundled up in a fleecy bathrobe, looking more than a little worried.

He tried not to think about it as he hit the switch to flip on his emergency lights and didn’t so much as look in his rearview mirror as he navigated deserted streets. At the firehouse, he swung into the parking lot and put everything from his mind as he hurried inside and into his chief’s office, meeting Pratt in the doorway.

“You sure you want me out there?”

Pratt nodded as he skirted him to get to his own turnout. “If you’re up to it and you promise you won’t pull another stunt like that again.”

Frerin held up two fingers. “Scout’s honor, Chief.”

“Then get your ass in gear and get moving.”

He bobbed his head and turned to hurry out to the bay, where Nico let out a whoop. “Look who joined the party! Did we pull you out of bed?”

Holly smiled. “Welcome back, Frerin.”

Frerin grinned as he bent to tug off his boots and then moved to step into his turnout. “It’s good to be back and yes, Nico, you did pull me out of bed. But not mine. Syd’s.”

“I’ll apologize to her when I see her again.”

“That’ll totally make up for it.” Frerin grabbed his helmet and followed Nico to the truck, climbing up alongside him. “So, did you all miss me?”

“Dude, you were gone for like three days. Not even enough time to notice you weren’t here, never mind miss you.” Nico elbowed him, then his smile faded and a seriousness came to his eyes, one Frerin had never seen before. “I’m glad you’re okay, man. You gave us a scare.”

“Did I thank you for saving my ass?” Frerin replied as they pulled out of the station, lights swirling, sirens blaring. “Because if not, thank you for saving my ass.”

“I’d say make me your best man, but I think that’s going to be T’s job, isn’t it?”

“Yeah, unless Syd and I just run off and do it without telling anyone.”

Nico’s eyes widened. “You serious?”

“I’m dead fucking serious.”

“Damn, son, I never thought I’d see the day when Frerin Durin was seriously considering settling down.” Nico whistled softly. “Going to be a lot of disappointed bunnies out there.”

“I’ll leave ‘em to you,” Frerin told him.

“Leave who to him?” Holly asked, turning in her seat up front.

“Durin’s getting married.”

“What?”

“I’m not getting married yet, but soon, if everything goes right.”

“Well, that’s awesome, Frer,” she said with a smile. “I hope you have some kind of party to celebrate this.”

“We’ll see.”

“It should be celebrated. It’s a miracle, considering you should be dead.”

For some reason, his spine stiffened at Holly’s words, but before he could say anything, she turned back to say something to Brewer. Then the chill passed and he chided himself for his idiocy. Tori wouldn’t be stupid enough to jump into Holly, would she? And if she was, what if she decided to go after Brewer or Nico?

He didn't want to think about it. He couldn't think about it. He had to trust these guys. He had no other choice.

Still, he couldn't shake the feeling. At least, not until they rolled up to the twelve story apartment building at the north end of town, where almost all of the construction there was new apartment and condo complexes. The entire building was in flames, and they’d spread to the neighboring buildings as well. Just as had been at the warehouse fire the previous week, trucks from surrounding departments were arriving as well and Frerin tried to shove all of the uncomfortable thoughts from his mind as he jumped down from the truck.

Syd couldn't sleep. From the time Frerin’s Jeep pulled away from the house, her mind simply would not go calm enough for her to get any more rest. The house was cold and dark, and she sat at the kitchen table, staring down at a cup of tea that had gone cold at least an hour earlier. All she could was think about Frerin.

At five-thirty, Gram padded into the kitchen, frowning as she said, “Syd? What is it? What’s wrong? Why are you up so early?”

“Nothing… I think. I don't know. I just couldn’t sleep.” Syd rubbed her icy hands together. She couldn't get warm, no matter how thick her socks might be or how cozy her fleece robe was. The chill permeated her, almost to the marrow of her bones, it seemed. Even the hot tea hadn’t helped.

“Is Frerin still asleep?” Gram moved to the stove to put the tea kettle on.

“No. He got recalled by his house. Apparently there was a massive fire at the north end of town.”

“Recalled?” Gram turned toward her, her creased face even more so. “I thought he was suspended for breaking safety protocols?”

“He was, but they needed all the warm bodies they could get, I guess.”

The first light of daw began filtering into the kitchen and skittered along the wavy length of Gram’s silver-white hair. When she was little, Syd thought her grandmother’s hair was made of snow, because it was so purely white. Now, it reminded her of fairy floss, delicate strands of gossamer that gleamed in that pale sunlight.

But when Gram turned back toward her and that same light touched her skin, Syd was almost shocked to see her grandmother looked old. Old and tired. Worry. Tragedy. Grief. Stress. They all took their tolls over the years, but recently, time seemed to have caught up with her.

“You’re worried,” Gram said and it wasn't a question. Those sharp blue eyes knew the answer and didn't look for another one.

“I’m terrified, Gram. She’s here somewhere. And she’s not alive, so we can’t kill her off. And I know, I’m not supposed to even consider that, but she tried to kill me. She tried to kill Frerin.”

“I know. And I have an idea what might work to banish her from this plane for good.”

“I do, too, but I’m not sure it would work and I know Frerin would never agree to it.”

The kettle whistled and conversation was paused as Gram fixed them both a cup of tea. As she settled across from Syd, her hand came rest across Syd’s. “What did you have in mind?”

Syd held her gaze for a long moment. “You would be able to tell if she was here, wouldn’t you?”

“I don't know. Has she been here before?”

“Frerin said she claimed she was, when he first came back, so I guess sometime last week or the end of the previous week.” She reached up to rub her forehead. Eleven days. It had only been eleven days since Frerin walked into Miss Fortune’s Crystal. When this was all over, she was making sure she and Frerin lit out for Aruba. She didn't know about him, but she definitely needed a vacation.

Gram shook her head. “I find that difficult to believe. No one gets into this house if I’ve not given permission.”

“She’s not a vampire, Gram.”

“No, but I know the risks that come with dealing with both sides of the veil and I had a house full of teen girls at one point who had friends who thought nothing of messing with things they didn't fully understand, no matter how you and your sisters tried to warn them.”

Syd smiled as she lifted her mug. Steam curled away from the creamy surface and the heat from the cup permeated the chill bit by bit until she no longer felt it. “So, you cast a spell over us?”

“To a certain degree, yes. It was easier and safer than arguing with stubborn teen girls. So, I don't know why this Tori lied to Frerin, but she definitely lied to him.”

“Gram, do we actually stand a chance of getting rid of her?”

Gram nodded slowly. “We do. It won’t be easy, but it will be permanent. And when it’s over, you and your fireman will have the future you hope to have.”

Syd set down the mug and leaned closer. “So, what do we do and when do we start?”

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