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Common character archetypes in literature
Character archetypes are universal patterns of behavior, personality traits, and motivations that are commonly found in literature, mythology, and other forms of storytelling. They are often used as a shorthand to help readers quickly understand and relate to a character's role and purpose in the story.
Here are some common character archetypes:
The Hero: The hero is a brave and noble character who goes on a quest or journey to achieve a goal or overcome a challenge. Examples of heroes include Odysseus in Homer's "The Odyssey" and Frodo in J.R.R. Tolkien's "The Lord of the Rings."
The Villain: The villain is an evil character who opposes the hero and tries to prevent them from achieving their goal. Examples of villains include Darth Vader in "Star Wars" and Iago in Shakespeare's "Othello."
The Mentor: The mentor is a knowledgeable and seasoned figure who directs and encourages the protagonist throughout their adventure. Examples of mentors include Gandalf in "The Lord of the Rings" and Obi-Wan Kenobi in "Star Wars."
The Trickster: The trickster is a mischievous character who uses their wit and cunning to achieve their goals. Examples of tricksters include Loki in Norse mythology and Hermes in Greek mythology.
The Damsel in Distress: The damsel in distress is a female character who requires saving from a hero. Examples of damsels in distress include Princess Peach in the Mario video game series and Sleeping Beauty in the fairy tale of the same name.
The Wise Old Man/ Woman: The wise old man or woman is commonly portrayed as having immense wisdom and expertise, and often acts as a mentor or guide to the protagonist. Examples of wise old men and women include Dumbledore in the Harry Potter series and the Oracle in Greek mythology. Such archetypes have been frequently employed in literature over time to communicate universal themes and concepts about human existence.
The Innocent: The innocent is a pure and uncorrupted character who often serves as a symbol of hope and goodness. Examples of innocents include Dorothy in "The Wizard of Oz" and Boo Radley in "To Kill a Mockingbird."
The Outcast: The outcast is a character who is rejected by society and often feels a sense of alienation or isolation. Examples of outcasts include Frankenstein's monster in Mary Shelley's "Frankenstein" and Hester Prynne in Nathaniel Hawthorne's "The Scarlet Letter."
The Temptress: The temptress is a seductive female character who lures men into danger or temptation. Examples of temptresses include Circe in Greek mythology and the character of Delilah in the Bible.
The Scapegoat: The scapegoat is a character who is blamed for the problems or issues of others. Examples of scapegoats include Tom Robinson in "To Kill a Mockingbird" and Piggy in "Lord of the Flies."
The Rebel: The rebel is a character who challenges authority and often advocates for change. Examples of rebels include Winston Smith in George Orwell's "1984" and Holden Caulfield in J.D. Salinger's "The Catcher in the Rye."
The Everyman: The everyman is a relatable character who represents the average person and often serves as the protagonist in a story. Examples of everymen include Bilbo Baggins in "The Hobbit" and Winston Smith in "1984."
The Wise Fool: The wise fool is often portrayed as someone who appears to be simple-minded, foolish, or even insane, but who possesses insights and wisdom that are not immediately apparent to others. Examples of the wise fools include the protagonist in "Diary of a Madman" and Yorick in "Tristram Shandy".
The preceding list outlines the typical character archetypes found in literature. Can you determine which archetype best fits your characters?
If you want to read more about The Wise Fool archetype, click here: The Wise Fool - Who is that?
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Good Luck, Fermata Tower (18+)
pairing: fire-lookout!seungcheol x female!fire-lookout!reader
genre: firewatch au LMAO, smut (MDNI), soo much angst, COMFORT, fluff
description: after the death of your roommate you have to find a greater purpose to life. what better way than to became a fire lookout with a surprisingly charismatic neighbour tower?
warnings: this fic is a lot, please read ALL warnings. SUICIDE, implied suicidal thoughts, major character death 2x, reader goes through grief, so does seungcheol, AGE GAP, RADIO SEX??? LMAOOO, dirty talk, petnames, cockwarming, pentrative sex, strength kink, f. and m. masturbation (mutual?), PINING TO THE HIGHEST DEGREE, MENTIONS OF DOING DRUGS/DOING SHROOMS, talks of drowning, if u know the game i think you'll be able to visualize the beauty of this way more, intensive writing on the scenery and the emotions, LMK IF I FORGOT ANYTHING PLEASe
quotes from babygirl (@joshibambi): "im getting out lana", "im just gonna be making animal sounds", "can we make this into a play so i can perform this?", "OF ALL THE THINGS THAT COULD MAKE ME CRY IT WAS THE DESCRIPTION OF HIS HOT ASS FACE"
wordcount: 13.9k
a/n: HAPPY BIRTHDAY SEUNGCHEOL. i love this fic. the writing is a little novelly for a fic, but i was so passionate ab this whole firewatch thing and i got SO INTO the arcs and their personal losses and i just really love yn and seungcheol. i hope this was worth the wait and i apologize for not finishing sooner. all my love, beefboy
You and Mingyu meet at college at some parkour club that you’d both joined to make friends. You face-plant into the pavement and knock out a tooth and Mingyu takes you to a nearby hospital. You click instantly.
You and Mingyu spend every moment together - you help him and he helps you. Mingyu is smart, you realize. He knows all the formulas in your mathematics course by heart. You tell him he’s smart and he says that no one else seems to think that.
You and Mingyu are best friends. You have matching necklaces that complete a heart.
You and Mingyu party together and when you get too drunk, he carries you down the halls, home. Sometimes at night he sleeps in your bed.
Your friend group thinks you’re dating, but you think you and Mingyu are something much more earnest than lovers. You think Mingyu is your soulmate.
You piggy-back ride Mingyu at graduation and you give him a peck on the cheek when he shakes hands with the dean.
You and Mingyu become roommates. You binge-watch terrible movies together and hold drinking games. It’s hard to admit some of your favorite memories are from watching the Alvin and The Chipmunks trilogy.
The night before it happens you and Mingyu eat dinner together that he cooked. You see his snaggletooth every time he smiles.
You’d almost lived together for two years that morning. He usually wakes earlier than you, but he is nowhere to be seen. The apartment is oddly still. You feel trapped.
You enter Mingyu’s room.
You think he’s asleep. You leave him alone.
Two hours later you grow worried. You enter his room to find him in the same position. You shake him. Mingyu doesn’t wake.
The doctors say a case like Mingyu’s is extremely rare - he was in great shape. You’re not sure if that’s supposed to make you feel better.
Mingyu’s funeral is grim. His death is so terrible, says the pastor, because it’s so domestic. You think it’s terrible because he is - was - the brightest, most amazing person to walk the earth. His parents want you to hold a speech, but you can’t find the words. You think you might sob if you go up there. You sob anyway. The flowers form a ring on the floor of the church and your soulmate is dead.
You can’t sleep anymore. You imagine him dying, left arm numb, alone in the dead of night and choking out your name, reaching for the thin wall that separated you. You cry for a whole month. The apartment is cursed so you live with your parents.
One day, you see an ad for a job in the paper.
You take it.
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“Hello?”
Static stormed the tower-house when the other end cut off.
“Are you there?”
Your eyes frantically darted around the cabin. It was no more than a 13 foot rectangle and yet your tired eyes couldn’t find the radio, churning out a gruff voice.
You’d just arrived, barely turned on the generator to allow light in. It was nighttime. The park’s dips and peaks were veiled in blue; the silhouettes of the trees, forking out in long, thin spikes, were navy and the lake Fermata was the brightest, glittering pearl from the moon above. Stars twinkled knowingly at you.
There. A flash of yellow in your blurred vision. You picked up the worn, dirty radio in your heavy hand, pressing at its side.
“Yeah, hi, I’m here,” you breathed out tiredly. You let go of the button and a small bit of static spoke back to you.
“Y/n?”
“Mhm.”
“I’m Seungcheol. I’m in Bay Valley Tower. It’s to the east. Saw your light turn on,” His voice was gruff, laced with sleep. It had a rasp at every vowel, strings of vocal chords straining to spit out the words in between sticky ropes of bile.
“It’s nice to meet you,” you said. You had nothing else to say. The flimsy, one person bed beckoned to your tired body. You moved, like a doll, one limb at a time, into its harbor, collapsing into the thin mattress. You laid on your side, moonlight shining in from the window by the door.
“Yeah, yeah,” he said, carelessly. Impatient in tone, you imagined he’d probably been through this a hundred times before. “So,” he sighed out, deeply. “What’s your problem?”
“Hm?”
There was a shooting star, dancing across the sky in that moment. You watched it, shuffling onto your back with half-closed eyes. Stardust sprinkled from it on the open, empty sky.
“People here are all running from something. So what’s your deal?”
You sighed, watching the star’s open path. It could go anywhere, you thought. Then you moved your arm, holding the receiver to your mouth.
“Listen, Seungcheol. I’ve been hiking for two days, so I’m gonna go to bed now, okay? Hopefully you’ve found some manners by the time I wake up,” you mumbled, then let go of the button (it had a harsh, grainy texture for some reason), and laid your hand, radio in it, limply at your side.
You heard a raspy chuckle from the other end. You had no energy to be angry.
“Alright, Fermata Tower,” there was a smile in the anonymous man’s voice.
There was a pause. The sound of the fierce breeze carried whiffs of autumn, as it lulled you to sleep. You had almost fallen into a black, snow-buried slumber when you heard the radio crinkle again:
“Fermata, do you see that shooting star?”
You had no energy to respond, radio spewing static in your open hand. Thankfully, Seungcheol seemed understanding.
“That’s good luck. So...”
A moment. You and Seungcheol watched the sky-dancer, apart.
“Good luck.”
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“You’re awake!”
It was Seungcheol’s voice. Transformed by the orange hues of daytime, he sounded much more alive than the night prior.
“I can see you sitting at your desk.”
Indeed you were sitting on your desk - a flimsy wooden thing, which looked like it had come form a yard sale - studying the map of the massive park. There were simple cartoonish figures to indicate stresses of trees and drops in the terrain, and rock quarries and waterfalls and lakes. You’d delicately pointed out your own position with red marker, scribbling ‘me’ by it with a heavy child’s hand.
It was cold - the thin boards did not do much to ward away the heavy wind, hooting creeping in the cracks. It smelled like pine needles and tea, as you’d just boiled a lavender on the kettle. IT sat, heating your fingers where it rested beside them in a mug left behind by the previous firewatchman (it read: “don’t talk to me before I’ve had my coffee”).
The radio clattered against the wood when you clumsily picked it up.
“Didn’t know when I signed up for this that I would be dealing with a stalker,” you joked, smiling small when you heard the man on the other end let out a hearty laugh.
“Hey, don’t go labeling me just yet, kid.”
“Kid?!” you said incredulously, dropping the marker that you had been so diligently using to scribble excellent comments on your map (latest was: “maybe cute bears”). “How old are you?!”
“I’m 37,” Seungcheol said.
“Oof.”
“Hey!”
“I’m kidding!” you laughed, dropping your pen and leaning back in your seat. The view was beautiful. You could see the lake, surrounded by a rippling sea of trees, each top reaching for the sky, like you. “I’m 27, I’m getting up there with you.”
“Just a small decade.”
“I’m mature for my age.”
Seungcheol chuckled on the other end of the radio. You spun around in your chair (it creaked horribly - it sounded like a pig at the sight of a cleaver) surveying each square of the forest from your windows. You narrowed your eyes, trying to spot his lookout tower.
“How come you can see me but I can’t see you?” you mumbled, now standing to try and see, but it was drowned out by the sheer volume of pinewood. Seungcheol grumbled on the other end: “I should be East.”
“Yeah, fuck, I forgot to tell you, I think I dropped my fucking compass on the way here,” you ran a hand through your hair and frown.
“Uh, shit, you’re gonna have to pick up a new one, bud,” he said and you slumped. “Well, if you’re facing the lake - Fermata Lake, I mean - I should be to your left.”
You followed his instructions. You faced the lake, then took two loggy steps to face left, then squinted incessantly at the horizon. Not dissimilar to a crowd in Times Square, the trees stood toe to toe all across at every inch you spied. The pines zagged upwards like Giza, and culminated into the biggest mountain in the park, just under the sun. The mountain loomed overhead where you finally spotted the lookout tower, like a monster crouched over its prey. You tried to shake off the thought and focus on the lone, floating tower in the pit of pointy trees.
“I see you, Bay Valley,” you breathed into the radio.
The tower looked much more lonely from so far away. It was different when you were in it, but with the miles-long stretch between you two, you found it looked so small and feeble. You could make out the light turned on within it, a rectangle of burning orange. The shooting star must’ve crossed directly between your two towers.
“Attagirl,” Seungcheol smiles. “Do you see me waving?”
“No, what the fuck.”
“I got binoculars.”
“Ew, you are a stalker!”
“It’s for bird-watching!” Seungcheol informed you, offense in his tone. You cackled into the radio. “I like watching birds, thank you very much.”
“Jeez, can’t believe what this job does to people.”
“I liked bird-watching before I got this job,” Seungcheol said.
“You’re so white,” you grinned.
“I’m not even white!”
You and Seungcheol both laughed, joyous hiccups interrupted by bursts of static and 3 miles of rocky terrain and pine needles. You squint at the sun, traversing and dipping under the jagged hedges of the tree-line.
Your head lolled over to spot between the desk and doorway, where you’d dropped your orange backpack (a peculiar color, come to think of it - same color as the lifejacket they deploy on airplanes when everything has already gone wrong). Now it was flopped onto its side, zipper ripped open and knick knacks and crumbs at its mouth, spilling onto the floor.
“Where do I get a new compass?” you asked, looking at a yellowed book sat beside the backpack.
“Uh, shit, gimme a sec,” Seungcheol mumbled, and before his radio cut off, you heard, briefly, the itchy scrambling of papers, and the sound made him seem a lot more real. “We have these, uh, supply boxes scattered around. ‘M readin’ this, uhhh, fuckin’ info-thing.. Should say which of them supposedly has a compass.”
“Sounds like you really know your stuff.”
“Get off my ass, Fermata.”
You heard papers rustle again and a small bump before the radio cut off, as if he put the radio down on the table. You awaited, arms crossed over your pink and gray striped hoodie, and staring at sundown. Orange flooded the sky, as if it were all engulfed in flames and this was really hell.
“Uhhh, okay, I got it! There’s one down at Eleison Valley? The code is 1-2-3-4. That’s actually the code to all of them.”
“Secure.”
“Shut up.”
“Well, I can get some exploring done, at least,” you frown, spying a not-so-casual hike on the dotted surface of your map, when you tangoed back to the table, fiddling with the edge of the paper.
“Yeah. You should probably do it tomorrow though. Sun’s coming down.”
“Yeah. Can’t believe I slept that long.”
“Don’t feel too bad about it, kid. I was knocked out for, like, two days after the hike out here. It’s a miracle you’re already awake.”
“Thanks, Bay Valley,” you sighed, leaning back in your seat with some strained shuffling. You watched, eyes half-lidded as the sun fully disappeared behind the curtain of the park. Its light still roamed the sky, where it hid. Half dark blue, half red, the sky twinkled at you and your insignificance brilliantly. You tried not to think about how lonely and floaty your lookout tower must look from afar. Everything feels big when it’s close enough.
“You’re welcome, Fermata.”
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“You think I could eat any of these mushrooms, BV?”
“BV?”
“Bay Valley.”
“Ah,” Seungcheol sighed on his end of the radio. You were trudging through the undergrowth in your new hiking boots, lifesaver-colored backpack on the plates of your back, weight pushing through the fabric of your jacket. “No, I don’t think that would be wise.”
“Damn it. Was gonna get hella high,” you joked, eyeing another cluster of snow-white mushrooms under the shade of a tree, sloping along a gnarly root. Your crunching steps in the loose dirt came to a halt - there was a dropoff. The cliff cut off like a broken chocolate bar and a sharp rockwall supported it to the next layer of earth.
The path was snaking down towards the lake. You’d circle around and climb up towards Tri Forks Tower, where eventually the climbing heights would bowl into Eleison Valley - a flower field, supposedly (in the map a little flower icon alerted you of this).
“If I die from this rockwall, please, tell my family I love them,” you grumbled, fetching an itchy, frayed rope from the depths of your backpack. Squinting at the high sun, pale drops of sweat forming around your forehead, you slung it over the hook. The park was littered with these - rusted old things that were leaning forward from years of heavy hikers’ tugging. This one was particularly bent.
“You’re so dramatic,” came Seungcheol from the speaker.
“Am not, man, these rocks are like fucking knives!”
“Such a drama queen. A real Primadonna.”
You huffed and puffed as you lowered yourself down the cliffside. Your boots pressed flat against the jagged rock, biceps burning as you held yourself up and walked down the side of it. The whole world was with you, sideways, and you would’ve stopped to appreciate it were you not sure you would pass out doing so.
“Holy shit,” you said to yourself when you were finally on stable ground and not spider-manning the mineral deposits of the park. You put your hands on your hips and squinted at its imposing open jaw.
“You down yet, Queen B?”
You panted, grimacing, when you tugged the rope hard and it leapt down like a flying snake: “Yeah, I’m down.”
You continued padding through the forest. The earth was dry and it was summer, but the wind was harsh and it cooled your stovetop-skin as you walked along a rock quarry, Fermata Lake hiding behind the covers of huge, flat bulwark. You listened to the cacophonous call of the forest: rustling leaves and birds.
“I had a friend - uh, friend of a friend, actually - who, like, got high as fuck off mushrooms and had a bad trip,” you said, mouth to the mic of the radio, as you studied the cover of the leaves.
“Yeah? What happened?” Seungcheol hummed.
“She said that, like -- fuck,” you breathed, scrambling over a particularly rocky rock. “She said there was, like, like her house flooded. Like, water just came gushing in and the whole house was, like, underwater suddenly and she.. She thought she was gonna drown. And her fuckin’ kitchen turned into, like, a coral reef or some shit, I don’t know.”
“Shit,” Seungcheol seemed much more alert now. You heard him put something down on his table (you imagined it was just as shitty as your own). “I didn’t even know that was possible.”
“It’s fucking crazy. Don’t do drugs, man.”
You turned past the quarry and was met with the sight of the huge, gaping hole of Fermata Lake. Strangely oval, the lake was flanked on all sides with thick pineland, except for a slight angle where grassy hills turned upwards towards Tri Forks Tower.
The water was much more green up close. Algae sloshed up the side of the gravel-earth, willing you into the murky depths.
You stared at it for a while. You thought maybe you could make out someone standing at the bottom of the bowl-shape.
“I’m at Fermata Lake,” you said then, and then started walking again.
“Good job! And you haven’t even died at a drop off yet,” Seungcheol joked and you laughed.
“God, you’re such a jerk. I bet you’re fuckin’.. Watching birds right now like a nerd.”
“Okay, rude-”
“Why don’t you go outside and be productive?”
“I’m looking for fires,” Seungcheol snarked back. “The binoculars are multi-use.”
You let the conversation die down for a bit, focused on the walk. It was peaceful when you let it be, but at times you came to feel like you were being swallowed alive, or like the looming figure of Aluralura Mountain was pressing its boulder-brawn in between your shoulder blades. The air in the forests was thicker, so you stayed persistent in your path, as you climbed up the clearings and spotted Tri Forks in the distance.
“Hey, uh, Y/n?”
The sudden intrusion of Seungcheol on the radio had you jolting, dropping the radio into the earth (thankfully it was fine - here the earth was softer and it dipped under your boot and water pressed out from the mull). You bent over and picked it back up.
“Jesus, you scared the shit out of me!” you scolded, wiping mud off the yellow plastic of the radio.
“Oh, uh, sorry..”
It was only then that you noticed a meekness in Seungcheol’s voice. You, of course, had not the furthest idea what he looked like, but he sounded like he was holding a knife behind his back. You furrowed your brows and stared down the radio, as if it would give you answers. There was dirt clamoring the yellow, where your fingers had held on.
“What’s up?” you said and sounded fakely bright.
“Well, I just-” he cut himself off with a cough, one that reached those stringent, thinning vocal cords and brought back the rasp. “I wanted to apologize. For the other night. I mean, when you came to the tower.”
You didn’t respond, only furrowed your brow and looked out across the sun-lit moor. There was a deer traversing across the grass.
“Uhm. Because. I was- I was kinda drunk, uh, when you came, and I know I was kinda pushy about, you know, why you came out here and all that.”
“OH!” you exclaimed and the noise ended in a laugh. “Please, Seungcheol. Don’t worry about that. It’s fine.”
“Okay, good,” he mumbled.
The flower field came into view after climbing a particularly steep hill and it was a flower field - not just cartography myth.
It was all sunflowers and catmint - a huge, long stretch of purple and yellow splotches, stemming from green, untamed grass - stretching as far as you could see, disappearing into a hill at the far horizon. You were sure the smell of pollen went for miles, flowerdust sprinkling the air in heavy coats. The path you were following split the field in two, a dry, boring gravel streak, but you saw, faded from sunlight, a once deep, now light, ashy brown box at the right side.
“I found it!” you shrieked into the radio, a newfound strength gearing your legs into a sprint. “Fuck, yes!”
“Good job, Fermata!” there was a smile in his voice.
“Thank you!”
You were also smiling, when you went up to it. It was rectangular and made of planks, held together by a metal loop and a padlock. Like everything else, it was dirty and ravished, and you felt a faint worry at the sight of scratch marks on its side. You clicked in the code: 1-2-3-4.
The interior of the box was mostly empty. To your horror the first thing you saw was a porn magazine, which you did not dare to touch; then you saw a granola bar, which you did touch and stash away in your backpack, without any regard for how old it may have been; then came the compass, small and cheap metal and pointing out that you were, in fact, facing Northwest.
There was another item in the box. You did not initially see it, as it was taped to the interior of the lid, but when you raised your eyes, you saw it. It was a piece of paper - a note.
Grimacing, you ripped it off where it was blowing violently in the wind, holding it tight between your fingers and smudging dirt along the untainted white.
It read:
‘Hey, Cheol. If you head up the path there’s a family of raccoons! I left this granola bar here so you could feed them! From Jun.’
“Hey, Seungcheol?” you said absently, staring over the blue, scribbled ink, worn out from months of rainwater dripping in through the planks. He hummed on the other end of the line. “There’s a note here for you. From a, uh, Jun?”
“Oh.”
There was a pause that you couldn’t decipher - maybe you could have, had you been there with Seungcheol. Maybe if you could read his face, his body, you could’ve known what it meant. But for now you just stood in the breeze. It was picking up, getting angrier, hurling at your clothes and hair, banishing you from the field. The flowers dangled uselessly.
“Do you want me to read it to you?”
Silence.
“No, not really.”
“Oh, okay. Uh, who’s- who’s Jun?”
Silence.
“The guy who used to work in Fermata Tower. Before you.”
“Oh.”
Every second was longer than the last. You wish you knew what it all meant, but you sensed in Seungcheol’s curtness that he was not taking questions currently, and so you looked around the quickly graying sky and the suddenly spiteful wind and folded the note away in your jacket pocket.
“I’m gonna head back now,” even your voice was rocked by the wind.
Seungcheol didn’t respond.
You left Eleison Valley alone.
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This was where it was supposed to be - greatness. Not success, but something greater, larger, more alive than you could ever be. You thought you’d find it in the mountains, the valleys, the lakes and the forests and maybe that had been naive of you - to think that nature and earth could give any sort of meaning that death had taken away from you. These shadowed parts only served to make you feel smaller, you realized. The mountains glared at you, the forests swallowed and spat you out.
You couldn’t sleep. The image of Mingyu’s outstretched hand was back and you could almost see him from your flimsy bed, lying on his back with a tanned hand out for you. You left him alone, just like you always had.
Burrowed under the veil of your thin blanket, grabbing at it with clumsy hands, you turned your back to Mingyu’s corpse on your floor.
A prickle sauntered up your back. It was that emotion that something was creeping closer, something was out to get you. That you would feel a cool, dead hand on your back and when it would spin you around his face would be there, and he’d look nothing like himself; he’d be pale and purple around the mouth and his eyes would be sunken and dark and all the glitter he possessed - that he used to possess - would be gone and something menacing, like a hungry mountain, would have replaced it.
You thrashed, suddenly, to look back at the corpse. It was still there. Hadn’t moved an inch. Deja vu.
Thoughtlessly, desperately, you fumbled for the radio wrapped up the sheets of your bed. Your fingertips found the plastic hardware, and it bounced at your eagerness, before you pulled it along the sheets and up to your mouth.
“Seungcheol?” you gasped.
When did you start crying? You decided you must’ve been crying all night and maybe you’d cried so much that your brain had stopped registering the feeling of wet tears.
There was a pause. A long one. So long, you started to really become aware of the cries of the wind, the patter of the rain and the endless mumbling of the trees (and the gargled, bubbling blood rising from Imaginary Friend Mingyu’s half-open mouth). Then static spoke back to you:
“Yeah?” his voice was so raspy, you registered that you must’ve awoken him from his sleep, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care. Your nails dug into the radio and you pressed it into your chest, holding on tight.
“I can’t sleep,” you whispered, words full of shaky air. There was another pause and for a second you feared that Seungcheol might’ve gotten angry and gone back to bed. But he spoke again.
“Are you okay?” You heard rustling on his end, and you imagined him standing up from the bed, looking out at your lonely island of a lookout tower. “Do I need to trek over there?”
“No!- no, I couldn’t ask you to do that,” you protested, then trailed off.
“... Are you crying?”
You squeezed your eyes shut: “I just- d’you remember what I said? About my- my friend’s friend who- who had a bad mushroom trip?”
“Uh, yeah, I remember. Her- Her house flooded, right?” Seungcheol’s voice was tainted with thorough confusion, but not annoyance. Never annoyance.
“Well, I just-” you sputtered and sighed. You almost wanted to stop talking and give up when Seungcheol stayed quiet on his end and drew the words forward: “It’s so stupid. Sometimes I just- I just feel like that. Like you’re drowning, everywhere you go. You know?”
Your voice was stringent with nervousness, and you picked at your nail, wrapped around the radio in the shallow dark.
“It’s not stupid, sweetheart,” he mumbled. It was amazing to you how gruff and tough Seungcheol turned soothing and caring so fast. The nickname felt like a warm hug, and you almost didn’t register the sound of fabric rustling once more. “I’m coming over.”
“N-No!” you gasped sharply. Your eyes flickered down. Mingyu watched from the floor, eyes glazed over from death. He smelled foul.
“Can you.. Can you just- talk to me?” you whispered helplessly, and Seungcheol quieted down, seemingly weighing your proposal.
“Okay. Okay, sweetheart, I’ll talk to you,” Seungcheol whispered soothingly, and for God’s sake, you didn’t even know what he looked like, but the rasp in his voice, and the comfort and warmth that sung out the speaker of the radio had your heart clenching in your chest. “What do you wanna talk about?”
“Um, I don’t know,” you sniffled. Seungcheol only softened his voice and sat, awake in the middle of the night, comforting you.
“Can I tell you about birds?”
He told you about birds for 45 minutes before you fell asleep (something he had predicted would happen); he told you about how pheasants are known for their striking colors and how they have excellent eyesight; he told you how he saw a nightjar just before going to bed that night, and how they’re incredibly hard to spot; he told you about Barrow’s Goldeneyes, and how they’re the funniest little guys, and he loves them, because they glow purple in the sunlight; he told you about g…
Oh. You must’ve started dozing off.
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You weren’t sure when it changed, but at some point you looked out the window, and the mountain looked a lot more like yourself.
You were getting better, happier, you were waking up with more energy, you were bubblier. You weren’t entirely sure you could blame it on the park though. For two months you’d had your job and for about two months, every once in a while, you’d radioed Seungcheol at night, and without any question, he’d tell you about birds.
It sounded stupid the more you thought about it, but his voice lulled you into a comfortable sleep even on Mingyu’s most insistent nights.
You’d wake up and patrol your area, then you’d settle back in for a couple of hours, watching out for fire hazards and guests in the park, before you’d patrol one more time. Then you’d go to bed.
This was not the type of job you took to make friends, but somehow Seungcheol had become the reason you woke up everyday. Everyday you looked forward to walking through the woods with his voice on your radio, and you looked forward to making him laugh and him making you laugh.
“Seungcheol, I’ve got eyes on what I’m pretty sure is a Red-breasted Merganser, come in.”
This morning you were up extraordinarily early - for you, that is. You weren’t certain what exactly prompted this early rise (maybe you were finally sleeping right thanks to a certain rough-throated man?), but nonetheless you’d enjoyed the view of dawn along the undergrowth and had eaten half-warm oatmeal in bed with an open book. Now you were bored and craving the attention of your only forest-companion.
Seungcheol didn’t respond like you were expecting though. When the radio crinkled in response, you heard him panting on the other end and thumps, like he was picking it up off the floor.
“That’s… That’s great, Fermata. I’ve gotta get my.. My binoculars out,” he heaved for air and fumbled clumsily with the sensitive mic. You cringed at the sound.
“What are you doing? Why are you so out of breath?” you asked. A twinge of worry slipped out in your tone. Was he okay?
“I’m, uh, working out,” Seungcheol chuckled, and he seemed to finally regain composure, clearing his throat sheepishly. “You’re not usually awake to hear it.”
“You work out every day?”
“Sure do - gotta be prepared to knock out a grizzly,” he grunted.
You leaned back in your seat, a less than amused expression on your face, because a twirling strand of fire danced up your chest and settled into your cheeks. Why was it suddenly so hot? Fire spread across your nerve endings and twinged you red in the apples of your cheeks. You ran your hands over your face to soothe the sizzling.
This was ridiculous, you thought. Seungcheol was not making you blush. You didn’t even know what he looked like! He might as well have had an eye patch and a mohawk. But even as you halfheartedly scrutinized yourself, your thoughts clouded over the idea of sweet, attentive, raspy Seungcheol with big arms and thighs and a sculpted chest and-
“Are you- are you, like, buff?”
The question left your lips before you could stop it. Your voice broke halfway through the sentence and you let go of the button with an embarrassed hiss, like a kettle huffing out air. The embarrassment, that was potent and squeezing at your chest, worsened when you heard Seungcheol’s throaty chuckle on the other end, limp and dry.
“You’re curious today, aren’t you?” he mused then, smirk clear from the tone and pronunciation of the words, and you squeezed your eyes shut because why was his voice and the thought of him and the warmth coming through the radio speaker suddenly bothering you so much?
The truth was you hadn’t masturbated in months. With everything going on, you simply hadn’t felt the urge or the want. But, it occurred to you, now that you were slowly becoming a functioning human once more, the urge was returning hot and fast in your core, and, of course, your only companion with the raspy voice and the attentive words and the apparently muscly body was bringing forth this urge with ease.
You pressed down the urge, taking a deep breath before you pressed the button once more. You were not going to masturbate to the thought of Seungcheol - not Seungcheol who you only knew by voice, who had been nothing but caring and sweet to you. You could not corrupt the preciousness of your companionship with your lewd, depraved thoughts.
“I’m just curious what you look like. Unlike you, stalker, I don’t have binoculars!” That sounded a lot more like the you that had not just gotten wet at the thought of Seungcheol’s bulging muscles.
“Hey! The power of the binoculars is limited. I can only really see your silhouette, nothing fancy,” he defended and then right as you were about to respond, he knocked the wind out of you again: “And yes, I’m pretty buff, if I do say so myself.”
Ugh.
You went the rounds that day and got through another day without having to complete fire protocol, ending out the evening with a pack of instant noodles your family had so graciously sent you (Seungcheol scolded you: “That has no nutrients!”). However each step through the forest and each slurp of noodles and page of your book was plagued by the latent fire inside you. A burning occupied your abdomen fueled by the echoing morning voice of Bay Valley Tower.
By nightfall you gave in. You were only a girl. This didn’t have to change anything, you thought, as the park turned plum purple. You settled into bed in your pajamas, sitting upright against the frail wood wall and letting your hair bunch on the rattling plate of glass. Your eyes moved to and fro, bouncing over the now lived-in cabin and taking in the dark void of the farest corner.
Briefly, you fiddled with your radio in your palm. You could call Seungcheol and- wait, why would you do that? No, no. You packed away that wicked thought - it only served to make you feel more guilty. No, instead you slid down the wall to lay in your pillow, now positive you were alone.
An owl hooted outside and you slipped your hand into your underwear.
It was surprisingly easy to surrender your consciousness to the lust (and you had, God bless your soul, stayed wet throughout the entire day). It clouded you over, as you began rubbing up and down your pussy, ghosting over your clit to dip down to your glazed slit. Your eyes squeezed shut and you conjured your best doll-replica of Seungcheol.
In your dream he was a faceless mist, but he had a carved upper body, and from the fog surrounding his head spewed his voice - dripping in warmth and comfort, as you imagined it was his toned arm reaching between your legs and pumping into you.
Your other hand snaked down to your clit, where your hips canted off the bed. In the whirl of thrusting into yourself and rubbing tight circles in your clit, you realized, lip bitten raw under your prying teeth, that there was no reason to hold back your moans. It was only forest and wasteland for miles - and surely Seungcheol would not hear you in his floating snow globe.
“A-ah, Seungcheol,” you wantonly murmured, burying your head in your pillow and sighing lazily. A flush had crept up your neck, where your chest expanded to allow for air. The pleasure was immense - probably more intense, since it had been quite a while - warmth spreading in your lower stomach and culminating at your throbbing clit. Recklessly, you moaned and thrashed as you fucked yourself on your fingers, hiking towards your orgasm. “Seungcheoool-”
“Y/n?”
You froze.
Maybe you’d imagined it. Still, your fingers were stopped in their tracks, simply resting on the warmth of your folds, itching to continue. You sat up in bed and tried to ward away the creeping panic. Your heart began to gallop to the beat of a siren.
The air had been starched when you finally pulled your hand out of your underwear, hot cheeks and glistening hands all over, when you began searching for the radio.
“Y/n, are you okay?”
You had your back hunched over the edge of the bed, searching for the little yellow receiver, when his voice came again in a thick forest of static. You snapped your head to under your comforter, where the noise was slightly muffled.
In a blurred panic, you threw the comforter off of you and spotted the small radio by your calf, and you scrambled to pick it up. When the dirty plastic touched your cheek, you stopped, sighed a shaky, hot breath, and closed your eyes.
“Yeah, I’m, uh, I’m fine. What’s up?” you let go of the button and cringed at your own disheveledness, the breath and shake in your voice. You pressed your forehead radio-front in a silent prayer.
There was a hesitance to Seungcheol when he spoke next: “... You were calling for me, you sounded in pain?”
This was certainly the worst thing he could’ve said. You would’ve rather he told you he spotted a bear at the foot of your tower, trying to eat you! You must’ve accidentally kicked the radio and hit the button, you decide, and you damn yourself for keeping it in the bed - of course, shit like this would happen!
“I was…-” (If only you were a better liar), “- pranking you…”
Seungcheol huffed out in amusement on the other end and you wanted to jump off the railing to the lookout tower and break your neck. “You were pranking me?”
You gulped with a decidedly dry mouth. “It was a bear attack prank.”
Seungcheol was smiling: “Yeah?”
You were not: “Yeah.”
There was an entropic silence, where you thoughts came rambled and pleading in your head: Please, just let this go, please, just let this go, let’s pretend it never happened, let’s-
“You wanna know what I think you were doing?”
Seungcheol’s voice had dropped an octave. The smile in his voice was gone and there was something menacing and commanding about him now. In the moment, overcome with a cocktail of guilt and shame, you could not discern if this was anger or lust - the first seemed fitting.
“I think you were fucking your little fingers thinkin’ about me,” he hummed and in response you whined and squeezed your eyes shut. The shame encapsulated you. “Shh, shh, calm down, I’m not mad, honey.”
Blinking through rapidly forming tears, you opened your eyes to stare, dumbfounded, at the radio (as if it were Seungcheol and you were not several miles apart). “Really?”
“Not mad at all. Jus’ think you should’ve told me if you wanted my help,” he tutted on his end and, God, he was so nurturing and comforting and he knew it, and it was so sexy. Your pussy, which had vaguely throbbed from the negligence throughout, was now screaming for your attention, hole clenching sadly around nothing.
“I thought you wouldn’t want-”
“You’re crying again, baby,” he must’ve noted from the hoarseness of your voice and the sniffles that accompanied every syllable.
“Just want you so bad,” you sobbed, now shamelessly slipping your hand back into your underwear and sighing dazedly in relief when you touched it again.
“Need Seungcheol to take care of you, huh?” The smile in his voice was back.
“Yeah.”
“Bet you don’t want me talking about birds now, hm?” he chuckled (at his own joke), voice low and raspy. “Are you touching that pretty pussy?”
“Mhmm,” you responded lazily, floating high on the sound of his voice and jolts of electricity they sent as you worked up a pace on your clit once more. The pain of the interruption ebbed away.
“Good girl, hm?” He knew. “Getting off to the sound of my voice, eh? Don’t even know what I look like.”
“Hng- k-know you’re b-buff,” you gritted out, voice coming in sharp breaths. Your body moved languidly, back arching off the bed and hair coming out in choppy strands on your pillow. Seungcheol scoffed out a laugh: “Like knowing I could just fold you in half? Fuck you into tomorrow? Hm?”
You let out a loud, dumb whine of his name. It was a total inability to get over his words; how melodious it was, and yet, how contradictory the smoothness of his words were to the strained nature of his thrumming voice. And the worst of it all was how confident he was - you supposed hearing someone else masturbate to you would be a confidence boost - and how the arrogance swelled out in the most comforting, nurturing way. Each word felt like a hand on your body, like a caress that sent shivers down your spine.
“Fuck, princess, say my name like that again. Please.”
“Seungcheol!” you obliged mindlessly, legs shaking on either side of your glistening hand.
“Shit, I-” he grunted, and you heard a fumbling of fabrics on his end. Your nerves spun in excitement at the thought of him getting hard at your voice. “Can you put two fingers in the pretty pussy - it’ll feel like one of mine, baby.”
You cried out when your fingers entered yourself, pads of your fingertips rubbing against your walls. Outside of the windows, the park was an empty wasteland of mauve and orchid, and the Fermata lake was brilliantly alive and dipping under the three-quarter-moon.
“Wish it was your pussy wrapped around my cock right now,” he grunted, and he’d lost breath and composure and if you knew what his face looked like, you would imagine it sweaty and twisted up and a red-lipped ‘o’ letting the jaw slack.
Resuming your earlier motions (double-handing your own kitty), you felt your orgasm lurking in the pit of your stomach, a tight-wound knot being ripped apart. You were panting into the cool air, creating silver-clouds in your tower-home. “A-ah, want you inside me so bad, Cheol- shit! Gonna- gonna cum-”
“Yeah? You gonna cum thinking about my cock inside you baby? Thinkin’ about me just bouncing you up and down like my little fuckdoll?” His speech ended in the prettiest moan you’d ever heard, and you imagined every well-defined, flexed muscle under the moonlight and the thought had your whole body jerking and shaking and when you closed your eyes the stars stayed with you, white and glimmering under your eyelid.
The strangled moans of your orgasm sent Seungcheol over the edge - at least from what you could tell. His dirty talk turned into strings of curses and moans and grunts until the radio went dead, and all you could hear was your own labored breaths and the faraway hooting of a horned owl.
The silence flatlined the excitement into nervousness. Your lip was almost automatically caught in your teeth and you glanced over the radio beside you through your lashes.
Oh shit. What the fuck had you done?
“Uh, did you-” the smell of sweat shot up as you shuffled in your sheet to grab the radio once more. “Did you, uh, cum?”
Oh fuck. You just made it way worse.
The silence from the radio was much louder than any response, but when the receiver did finally crinkle with static, the sound of laughter exploded from it.
“Don’t fucking laugh at me, BV,” you scolded, but you were smiling and relief flooded you like water overflows Fermata Lake during heavy downpour.
“I’m sorry,” he hiccuped on the other end. “It’s just-.. ‘DID YOU CUM?’”
“Alright, I’m going to bed now. You suck,” you quacked, and even though you were alone you thought to suppress the gentle tugging at your lips into a sharky smile.
“DID YOU CUM?”
He sounded pretty when he laughed.
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“I can’t believe I have to hike down here to confiscate some fireworks.”
Your grumble came from the forest beside Fermata Lake. You were walking down a patch of dirt revealed from years’ of trampling feet, dewy sprigs of grass arching into the mud. A group of (presumably) teenagers were firing fireworks down near the edge of your assigned territory.
“They’re a fire hazard!” Seungcheol squawked obviously, and you huffed in your boots, preparing to climb down a rocky slope.
“I know that! It’s just everywhere - the website, the signs - don’t use fireworks!” you complained. Seungcheol hummed absently on the other line: “Go teach those suckers a lesson, Fermata!”
“I will,” you said, agitated.
“Just don’t fuck with their personal belongings. Last thing we need is a lawsuit. Again.”
“I won’t,” you said, deflated.
Even in your most angered moments, you could hand yourself over to the gentle forest. No longer were you protruding into a bubble, straining to get through a barrier that was urging you out, but you were absorbed into it, like you were one of its own.
The forest was lush with pines and brown and green moss painting bark and rocks, and the grass leapt higher than your knees, as you trudged further and further in.
SWOOOOSH!
A firework propelled into the sky about 100 meters away, and you watched its ignited trails of smoke before it exploded into a fest of sparkling blue and gold. You huffed out in anger at the sight. The sky wasn’t even fully dark - it was merely a muted blue evening.
“Did you see that?” Seungcheol came from the radio-speaker.
“Yeah, I’m right with them.”
As you padded closer the smell of wet pine cones and coltsfoot accompanied the sound of distant voices - indeed, they sounded juvenile. You could make out at least two girls and at least one boy, although their voices were hard to distinguish, the way they echoed in between the grid of trees.
“Hey!” you yelled, as you creeped just close enough. Their voices hushed and you saw their frightened faces lit by handheld, Target-bought flashlights when you peeled back the screen of a bramblebush. They were gathered together amongst a tent, flashlight lighting the plates of the faces ablaze in cool white.
“Cut it out with the fireworks, alright?” you huffed and your anger melted a little when you saw that they were indeed just kids - maybe 19? They seemed to have nothing to say, and so you scanned the beer cans and the scattered backpacks and finally caught sight of a bundle of rockets in the grass. Your brows furrowed, and you picked it up with a sternness.
“Hey, that’s ours!” one kid chimed, but he made no move to stop you, really, as you trudged angrily back to the bush you had come from.
“Not as long as you’re in our park, man. It’s a fire hazard.”
“We’ll take them back home-”
“Goodnight!” The desperate plea fell on deaf, tired ears. You just wanted to eat dinner, so you disappeared out on a trail of pine needles and valiantly ignored the trail of curses and insults following you. You could care less.
“I got the fireworks, Seungcheol,” you sighed tiredly and your eyes were dark pits and your face was relaxed, if only to conservative energy.
“Good job, Fermata.”
You were not in the talking mood. Maybe Seungcheol could tell by your tone of voice; maybe he could hear it in your sigh; but Seungcheol piped up again: “You know, if you need some energy for the hike back, there’s a supply box - uhh, 52? - if you head upwards instead of towards Fermata Lake.”
You wanted to be grumpy, you really did, but the thought of a salivating, expired, delicious, out-of-date granola bar had you changing course to the slowly gaining hill of the forest.
It was weird. This was probably the closest you’d ever been to Seungcheol’s tower. Under the prickly cover of pine some mile in the distance, you could see a glowing square, perched over the treetops by long, wooden pillars, support beams crossing the middle. You couldn’t help but wanna go up to it. There had been an unbearable magnetic pull to his tower ever since that night however long ago. You decided to stay the course for Supply Box 52.
“I can practically see you from here,” you commented, and the tower was becoming a beacon as the evening mulled darker and darker by the minute.
“Really? Hang on,” he did not let go of the radio-button, and so you had the pleasure of listening to the ruffling of fabrics and thumps on the floor. “Can you see me flexing in the window?”
“You’re such a dork,” you laughed, and the sound bounced off the pines and traveled up to the rock of the nearby Aluralura Mountain. “No, I’m not quite that close.”
“Damn it!”
“Yeah, it‘s a real shame,” you muttered, smiling, and then you caught sight of the supply box up ahead. The hill flattened out once more (to which you breathed a sigh of relief) and the box was perched on the edge facing the path that began onto the cliffs. This was Seungcheol’s territory - cliff sides and all. “I think I see Supply Box 52.”
“Open that bad boy up.”
You entered the code, scrolling the mechanisms one by one until the numbers read 1-2-3-4 (you still thought this combination was ridiculous), and when you opened the lid it creaked horribly, worn from the weather.
The wind was harsh that day, and a note, identical to the one you’d found at Eleison Valley, broke off its tape from the mean pushes of the wind. Instinctively, you grabbed it as it started to fly off, and your hand closed around it and crinkled it under your fingers. You looked at it with knitted brows.
Wordlessly, you tucked it in between your side and your arm, redirecting your attention to the goodies in the supply box. 52 held a rope and a map and another directory for supply boxes and, to your exhausted delight, a box of grandma-looking caramels. You took the whole thing and stuffed it into your bag.
As you shuffled, you put the note between your lips, stuffing the plastic container of gold-wrapped, sugary candies in between your rope and your own map and a coat for possible rain. When you zipped it up, the fabric of the bag warped grotesquely to fit the various items you’d brought.
You pulled the note back out from your lips. A small wet patch of spit lingered on the paper, as you unfolded it.
It read:
‘Hey Seungcheol,
If you find this, I gotta go be with my mom now. I’ll miss you forever.
From Jun.’
The wind blew kisses on your back like the presence of a ghost.
“You find anything good?” Seungcheol’s voice peeked through the static of the radio. It had been quiet for a while. You couldn’t take your eyes off the letter. The ink was smudged and slurred.
“Uh, caramels, actually,” you said, eyes dancing over each slope of ‘forever’. “Like, granny caramels.”
You put the letter away.
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A week later and you were looking out of the window at pouring rain. The sky was smothered by a duvet of dark gray clouds, and the rain was coming harder than you’d ever seen. It was like thousands of bullets pelting into the ground and turning it soft and muddy, and the drops hit your roof like the nonstop click of a keyboard.
"Rainy season, huh?” your mouth was to the radio.
“Yeah. We’re gonna be staying up all night to watch out for lightning. Fire hazard.”
“Shit, I should make coffee.”
“I’m way ahead of you.”
The lightning came and thunder followed. The sound was enormous and terrifying. It grumbled like a hungry beast and the sound bounced off of every mountain-wall and echoed from all sides. You felt very small, wrapped up in a blanket at your desk, a steaming cup of coffee by your side and your fire extinguisher evacuated from its holder to stand beside you, all red and shiny aluminum and rubber nozzle.
“Did that look like it hit a tree?” you asked after seeing a zig-zagging bolt of lightning hanging a little too low over the crowns. Your voice was louder than usual - this night was a game of overpowering the screaming rain. It was some 1 AM.
“Uhhhhh, shit. Maybe. We’d see the fire, but it’s possible it’s at the root.”
“Fuck,” you whispered. “Was that yours or my area?”
“Uhhhhh-”
“I’m gonna check it out.”
Determined, you let the radio fall on the table, as you fumbled for another sweater. The knitted fabric slipped over your other sweater, and then you were wrapping yourself up in your raincoat.
“Maybe I should go - it’s slippery right now, it’s dangerous as fuck. You could fall and hit your head, you know. I think it was closer to me anyway, so--”
“Seungcheol, I already have my coat on, I’m going!”
And indeed you were going, despite the grumbled protests of Seungcheol. Your coat blew in the hurricane wind as you stood atop the cliff, looking down at the cascading water, that’d all race down to the sinkhole that was Fermata Lake. Through the clouds, there were no stars to trade glances with, not even ghosts.
You fought headwind the entire way, your hair flowing wildly and your coat threatening to unbutton at the will of the blasts. The ground under your rainboots had become mud and the further you trudged into the forest, the more the mud crept up your yellow shoe, slinging over you like liquid ropes.
“I’m going down the drop off again!” you were screaming to overpower the wind, radio to your mouth before you dropped it into your pocket and retrieved your bag to regather your rope.
“Be careful!” Seungcheol commandeered bitterly, muffled from your pocket. “It’s slippery as shit! Radio me immediately when you’re down, so I know you’re okay.”
Even as your face grew wet and sore from the whipping rain, you scoffed. A gloved hand shoved into your pocket, brought the radio back up to your red lips: “Stop being such a pussy!”
“Say yes, Y/n!”
You rolled your eyes. “Aye, aye.”
“... I’ll take that, asshole.”
Wet as a wipe, you slung your rope over the hook and prepared it in a slew of motions you’d by now memorized. Although, you noted your movements were awkward, somewhat impaired by the layers of fabric that encased you. Stubborn, you stood before the hook, grabbed onto the rope, and began walking backwards.
Your booted foot curled around the edge of the cliffside, and with the tightened rope you began your careful horizontal walk. Raindrops pelted your face like a clenched fist, but you only blinked away the water and tried to focus on stepping carefully down the side of the rockface.
KRRRRRRRRKKKKKK!
You screamed girlishly when your rope snapped from the hook, and you watched it come flying out over the ledge, before you realized, horrifically, you were already falling.
It was barely a second, just one blurry image of the weeping sky, before you were on the ground, groaning in pain. A pulsing ache creeped up your spine, and you twisted your body in the mud to put the weight on your side. You sighed into the mud, dirt on your squished cheek.
The rain was uncaring of your unfortunate situation, as you laid pathetically in the dirt, body scrunching up like an elastic, while your shadow was cast by sudden bursts of lightning. Panting, you pushed yourself up by your arms and felt blindly for your-
Where was your radio?
Your pocket was deflated and empty, and you scrambled in the dirt, desperately, pushing yourself up completely to scan the area. You noted how the pain subsided into a small, dwindling soreness, thanking whatever God for your layers of clothing and the softness of the earth.
There. A flash of yellow in your blurred vision, aided by another strike of lightning atop Aluralura Mountain. You picked up the worn, dirty radio in your heavy hand, pressing at its side.
“Hello? Seungcheol?”
There was no static to indicate your message had been relayed, and the usual red digital numbers telling you what channel you were on was gone, a simple, black screen remaining, mirroring your muddied face, twisted in anguish.
“Fuck this,” you hissed, standing up on two legs. You looked back up to where your lookout tower was still ablaze, a yellow box in the heights. The rope was fucked. You had to go down anyway. Huffing, you started walking.
You marched through the undergrowth, crossing through unpathed forest to reach the destination. It was near a hollow marked on your map, and so the expedition, although scarier, more empty and dark without Seungcheol's warm voice, was mild.
Wet petals brushed your face from rows of bushes, and even through your gloves the cold left your fingertips numb. You sniffled in the dark.
You found the hollow, then you found the tree. There was, indeed, ash going up the side of it, seemingly stemming from a smaller bush in the clearing, but the fire had been long put out by the insistent rain, and partially you felt disappointment that you’d trekked all the way out here, only for there to be no real danger.
Heavier than ever, you turned your gaze to the glowing hut in the distance.
You almost wanted to go back to your own hut, to turn your back to Seungcheol’s glowing tower and forget this ever happened. The anticipation of seeing him - of him seeing you - was a tall wall to overcome. But, you realized, not only was his tower closer; you also needed help.
Your radio was fucked, your rope was fucked and moreover, you needed to be sure you hadn’t done irreparable damage to your back. With water dripping over the ledge of your hood, you began walking towards Seungcheol.
Rainwater cascaded off the edge of the trees and the consistent dashed dots looked like tiny glass orbs in the light of Bay Valley Tower. It was intensely quiet for a while - it seemed like every bush-tailed critter of the forest had scuttered away to hide from the rain and the echoing growling of the sky.
“Y/n!”
You were so tired you almost could’ve missed it. Each layer of fabric weighed you down and the dirt smearing your cheeks and hands and fabrics could’ve melted you right into the earth. But indeed, a voice - so familiar it almost hurt - was calling to you in the dead of night.
“Seungcheol?” your first call was not a call, but a whisper, as you peered into the thick grooves of the forest. Then, your senses returned to you and you screamed as loud as you could: “Seungcheol!”
“Y/n!”
You and Seungcheol called for each other, syllables echoing off the huge, towering presence Aluralura Mountain. Getting closer and then closer, and then you could see the figure of another raincoated person, shaded by a hood.
“Y/n? Oh, thank God!” He ran to you, swimming in the rubber of his red coat and pink lips peeking over the closed hood.
It was a little paralyzing. He was so beautiful, you didn’t even know which speck of his shadowed face to look at. Tan, wet skin and big eyes from which the longest, blackest lashes you’d ever seen sprung. Most notable were his fuzzy, blocky eyebrows sitting over his brown eyes, fine wrinkles springing from the corners (you’d like to think you’d helped create some of those). His lips were big and bright and pouty, but it was wiped away when he smiled at the sight of you, and you could die, because a dimple indented itself in his cheek at the motion.
“Are you okay?” his smile faded when you said nothing, only stared at him, and then stared at where his thick fingers wrapped around your arm. He leaned into you and God, you hadn’t seen him before this very moment, and now he was leaning over you and he was so close and he smelled like pinewood, and you were pretty sure you smelt exactly the same.
You lowered yourself from your daze, trying to follow the pattering of rain atop both of your hoods. “Uh,” you gulped, finding his eyes, “yeah, I jus’... I thought you were joking when you said you weren’t white.”
His laugh. His laugh was even prettier in person and it had the same rasp and the same disapproving hint to it that it had had at all your other jokes. “You’re unbelievable, you know that, Fermata?”
“Bird watching is crazy, man.”
He smiled and studied your face for a moment, still leaned over you and thoroughly ignoring the rain and the thunder and the dirt on your boots. Then the smile faded, just a little: “What happened to your radio?”
“Oh- oh my God! Do you- do you remember my first day? The drop off! I fuckin’- fell down, my rope came undone on the hook! My radio was knocked the fuck out, it was crazy, I’m gonna need a new one-”
“Are you okay? You fell?” Seungcheol’s strong eyebrows became furrowed and the sight was so utterly mesmerizing to you. You waved him off: “I’ll be fine, please, I just want to get out of this weather.”
Seungcheol did not seem to entirely believe you, but nonetheless he grabbed your hand - in his own rough, used one - and started leading you upwards (“If I don’t hold your hand, how can I be sure you don’t fall down another drop off?”).
Time was not as agonizingly slow by his size, and the tower seemed to propel towards you and the hands on your wristwatch seemed to move backwards. Not before long, you were climbing up the stairway with Seungcheol’s iron fist on your wrist, so as to prevent you from falling down something else (you had a feeling that he would not let this go).
“I’m gonna make us some tea,” grumbled Seungcheol when you arrived.
“Yes, please,” you murmured. Your coat was folded beside you, starry raindrops soaking into a blanket thrown over his bed.
It was warm in Seungcheol’s tower house - he had half a brain to put an electric heater in the corner of the room, unlike you - and it was only the sudden embrace of warmth that had you looking out into the park and realizing you would have frozen to death if you’d stayed.
There was a warm glow from a naked bulb in the ceiling (you guessed Seungcheol had put it up himself), an old rug full of sand-corns, and a shelf with various books. Seungcheol also had a small kitchen, a desk and a bed, just like you. The layout was exactly the same, but sitting down on Seungcheol’s bed, you noted he must’ve made some alterations. Your fingers pulled at the white of the mattress - it was his own and it was much softer.
When the electric kettle (a rusted, iron old thing) was cooking, Seungcheol turned to you sheepishly and unzipped his coat. You waited in secret anticipation for his supposedly smoking-hot bod, but were disappointed to see another sweater underneath it.
Seungcheol stopped the kettle and took two large mugs from his cupboard. These, he placed on a carved tray (you thought he might have made it himself from pinewood), and then from a small, wooden tea box on his countertop, he produced two bright yellow tea packets, which he gently placed in the mugs. Then he poured in the water, steam traveling up to open his pores and whatnot.
“Do you want anything in yours?” he asked, not really looking.
“Uhm. No, no, thank you,” your hands were folded in your lap.
He only grunted in response and left one tea untouched, then took a clear, plastic container of honey from an array of unrefrigerated condiments, and squirted half the bottle into his tea. He sniffled when he was done, grabbing the tray and turning to you. Tonight, Seungcheol was uncharacteristically nervous.
“Can you-?”
“Hm?”
“That little- little table over there-”
“What?”
“Can you grab it?- For- for the tray?”
“Oh, yeah, sure.”
The tea sat on the tray and the tray sat on the foldable table and you and Seungcheol sat before them on the edge of his bed. You took the hefty mug in your hand and took a slurp, looking over at him from the rim. Seungcheol looked at you awkwardly. He did not move for his tea.
“I should take a look at your back,” he said.
“What? Why?” you quacked disapprovingly. “You fell on it,” Seungcheol reminded you.
You shook your head silently. “I like your hut. It’s way better than mine.”
“I’ve been here longer,” Seungcheol shrugged. You looked at him and he seemed displeased - this would not have been a big deal were you speaking to him on the radio, but his aura was much more commanding in person - something about his eyes, you thought. You had to look away, settling on your mug again (there was a cartoon dog on it).
“I suppose that’s true,” you murmured. Seungcheol stared into the side of your face and his obvious concern for you weighed down at your muscles.
A gentle pause where rain pattered his roof.
“Are you okay?”
You glanced over, nervously: “Tired.”
He bit his lip: “Maybe I should’ve made coffee... Can we put instant coffee in tea?”
“Seungcheol, I wanted to ask you something,” you said and put your mug down on the tray again with a small ‘clink’. Seungcheol rubbed his hands over his trouser-clad thighs, nodding, maybe more nervous than you. The warm glow of the bulb made him even prettier and all was warm and dry in the hut, even though rain was falling down in thick curtains just outside by the troughs. “It’s just..” you began, “you’ve been so avoidant about this.. Jun guy..”
Seungcheol’s sigh interrupted you before you could finish: “He was just the guy that worked here before you.”
“I found another letter.”
Seungcheol’s furrowed expression softened and he looked at you with big, glassy brown eyes, hidden under a waft of choppy bangs. What was that in the shine of his pupil? Fear? Vulnerability? Sadness?
“It was about- it said he was gonna go be with his mother and that- that he would miss you,” you explained and your voice was snotty and throaty, and your eyes averted to a folded napkin beside a half-eaten slice of bread. A fly circulated it hungrily.
Seungcheol’s lips made a tight line, dimples poking out pathetically. He cleared his throat and you heard the strain in his vocal chords once more (and it was so real because there he was - right beside you).
“Me and Junhui came here together. We’d just finished college and we didn’t want-.. We didn’t want to be adults yet. Like, an office job, wife and kids,” he began and there was a tremor about Seungcheol tonight. “I don’t think he was made for a job like this though. I think the loneliness got to him.. Think he just lived with it ‘cause he could tell I liked it.”
You nodded along until he wasn’t speaking anymore. Then a thick silence absorbed the two of you, a patch of moss drowned in the downpour.
“His mom was dead, so..” he whispered. Tears gathered at his waterline like a string of stars. “So, yeah, he went to.. To be with her.”
“I’m so sorry, Seungcheol,” you whispered and the echoing whispers of the storm bouncing off the rock faces of Aluralura mountain beckoned your hand onto his woolen sleeve. “I had no idea.”
“They never found his body, you know? He’s just out there, somewhere,” both you and Seungcheol turned your heads out to the pitch black expanse of the massive park. Your mind wandered to every crook and crevice you’d seen out there, wondering if a dead body had hidden behind a quarry rock. “Fuckin’ terrified I’ll find him one day. Just… Rotten.”
You didn’t know what to say. What do you say? Even though you’d stood in a similar situation - losing a friend - you couldn’t find anything that could ease his pain, the pain that was now tinting the light blue and dulling the sound of the rain. The whole room was pulsating. Luckily, it seemed Seungcheol had something more to say. You watched his lips pucker as the words tried to leave his tongue, then watched them draw back.
“He used to.. He used to say this thing. It reminded me so much of what you- you said that night about, uhm, your friend’s friend. He used to say that- that sometimes he’d wake up in the middle of the night and he’d just be.. Totally.. Convinced that he was at the bottom of Fermata Lake and he was drowning,” Seungcheol’s voice broke one too many times and his jaw clenched. “God, I was so worried. Jus’ thought I couldn’t- I couldn’t be the reason that happened again.”
“I…” A tear slipped down your face and your hand left Seungcheol’s arm to wipe it, furiously.He turned to you pitifully, the broad width of his shoulders hanging low. “I’m sorry- you weren’t meant to feel that way-”
“It’s okay. I wanted to help,” Seungcheol grabbed your hands in his, a deep frown on his lips.
You stopped the tears, face burning hot and wet when you looked up at him again, calmed. His thumbs stroked over the backs of your hands. The pads were rough and beaten.
“Y’know it was sort of the same for me,” you said. Seungcheol waited for you to talk patiently and with a small, encouraging smile, as warmth streamed from his hands into yours.
“Yeah, my- uh roommate - best friend - died. And I couldn’t stop thinking about how I found him, like, his hand was just outstretched towards- towards the wall to my room, and he must’ve just lied there while his heart was giving out and I wasn’t there-... And I found him the next morning like that and I thought he was asleep and I left him there. Again. And I just can’t stop seeing him everywhere and for a while I was afraid that he would move, you know, like, start crawling towards me or some shit, but I think now I’m actually more afraid that he’ll never move. I think that’s the joke or whatever, he just won’t move, he’ll just be there the way I left him- and I guess- I guess, I thought I could find some sort of higher purpose out here, but I just can’t.. I feel more as though.. Like, it was these things that took him away from me, these fundamental parts of- existence. Like all the cliffs have evil faces and they want to take me too, and maybe I did want them to take me, but not- not anymore. I don’t know if that makes any sense?”
You peered up at Seungcheol through your lashes, wet and heavy. He was frowning, hands gripping yours tighter.
“You don’t want them to take you anymore?” he asked quietly. You shook your head. “How so?”
“Honestly, I don’t think it has much to do with me or the park. I think-” you gaze flitted to Seungcheol and he smiled knowingly. You scoffed and smiled too.
Although you both were fully clothed (Seungcheol annoyingly so), it felt as if all the layers had been stripped away one by one; sweaters and trousers, skin and meat and bones. All there was left were two brightly glowing hearts in front of one another.
“It’s okay,” he whispered then. “You don’t have to say it.”
You rolled your eyes: “I think it’s because of you.”
He grinned, wrinkles crinkling the corners of his eyes and cheeks bunching up in shiny, red fat. You poorly suppressed your own grin and the two of you leaned into each other when your eyes hooked, laughing into each other's shoulders.
“You’re so dumb,” you complained, forehead scratching against the stiff, knitted threads in Seungcheol’s shirt.
“I think- I think we both jus’ get dumber together,” you could feel his smile into your neck and the hot stream of air that bounced against the skin.
Right as you were about to pull away, Seungcheol’s arms wrapped around your back and pushed you back into him. You giggled at the motion, but with little thought your own arms wrapped around his back too, and your knees clashed where they met.
“Seungcheol?” your voice was muffled by his neck. His only response was hum, that ruminated from deep in his throat right by your ear. You pulled away until you were staring at his face.
Each thick stroke of eyebrow hair, each long, black eyelash and each mole dotted on his softly aging skin was crystal clear then. Your hands wrapped around his biceps and felt your heart buzz at their pronounced carvings under the wool. Seungcheol smiled down at you in a sort of adoring way.
“I think-” you began, then felt stupid, then felt idiotic and cowardly. “I don’t know- I think we should kiss now?”
It came out as more of a question than a statement.
Seungcheol gravelled a laugh and his eyes became all squinty and he pursed his lips as if it concealed his amusement in any way at how you squirmed beneath him and your face heated up.
“I think you’re right,” he nodded and you could barely register the feeling of joy that exploded in your chest, before Seungcheol’s pillowy lips crashed into yours at the same instance as a crack of thunder.
The lightning was a flickering show to the performance of yours and Seungcheol’s passionate kiss. His lips molded to yours and yours to his, warm and chapped and your hands couldn’t help but wrap around the soft planes of his cheeks - to pull him further, to keep him with you.
Seungcheol grappled for your hips, and you moaned in a sort of discombobulated agreement, as he, with shocking ease, pulled you into his lap. His hands on your body, stroking and pressing into the meat, left a burning ghostly trail behind it.
“Can I be honest?” you mumbled in between bitten kisses and panted breaths. “You’re hotter than I imagined.”
Seungcheol smiled into the kiss at that: “You too, baby. Now you get the real thing, hm? After fucking your sweet pussy thinking about me?”
You whined in response, hips canting down into his and head dropping into the warm crook of his neck. You licked mindlessly at the skin, rolling your hips into his. Seungcheol groaned and steel hands halted your eager core.
“Desperate so quick?” he quirked, and you cried out because how could even begin to describe how hot it was that he could entirely still your movements so nonchalantly? You swallowed before you tilted your head from the safety of his neck.
“I have waited so fucking long for your cock, Cheol. I need it inside me now,” you said seriously, and it was his turn to swallow the rising viscous in his throat, before he nodded and pushed you off his lap to remove his trousers.
You saw the way the metal of the belt reflected the light, as he (almost angrily) began journeying it off his middle, and you took the hint, beginning to discard your clothes. Your first sweater fell to the floor, then the next followed, and then you were stomping the floor to rid your soaked trousers. Another article of clothing that was soaked - your panties! And embarrassingly so, you thought, watching the slick, wet patch as you lowered the material to the floor.
Only then did your attention return to Seungcheol, now fully naked in his hut with windows on all sides, and you audibly gasped.
His torso was one huge slab of muscle and meat. The skin was relatively pale, pronounced pecs and his arms were like tree trunks at his sides. His thighs were fucking huge, indentations of muscles peering through his skin, as he impatiently worked his boxers off.
He halted though at your gasp, smirking cockily before returning to his work.
“Is it as good as you imagined when you came thinkin’ ‘bout me?” he muttered as his boxers slid down his calf. Too busy staring at his girthy, leaking cock sprouting between his legs, you neglected to answer and Seungcheol continued in a deliberately raspy tone: “Jus’ thinking about your pretty moans, my cock’s aching for you, princess. You’re not gonna come warm it up, beautiful?”
“Yes-” you stumbled over a treacherous boot, “yes, I am!”
“Good girl,” Seungcheol rumbled, bemused, as your knees floundered into the mattress and back into his lap. Seungcheol seemed to have other plans, however, because as soon as you had found your footing, and his warm hands were sliding up your back and his neck was craned up to you, breath hitting your breasts, he raised you and flipped you over, so you were digging into the mattress and he was above you. The shadows only served to define the chisel of his arms further.
His hand slid down your soft thighs, settling in between your legs to run two fingers through your folds.
“Your pussy is so pretty,” he whispered, somewhat mesmerized at the slick coating his fingertips. You squirmed impatiently and he shushed you, ever so gently: “Shh, baby, I’ll take care of you.”
Immediately following up on his promise, the two fingers snaked down to your sensitive, pulsing hole, prodding gently. You wiggled and whined, one of your hands (which had been gripping his bedsheets) stopped him at the wrist. He stopped, eyes flitting up to your flushed, shiny face questioningly.
“I wan’ your cock now. No prep,” you scowled, strands of hair sticking out messily. Seungcheol frowned.
“I need to-”
“I’m wet enough, please, been thinkin’ ‘bout this since-..” you cut yourself off with a frustrated sigh, eyebrows knitted together in frustration. Seungcheol couldn’t help but smile at how fucked out you were already, so precious, all beautiful and naked and womanly.
“You sure?” he asked, voice matching the depth of the thunder. You nodded eagerly: “Please, please-”
“Okay,” he murmured, sticky hand leaving your burning pussy in favor of pressing it against the underside of your thigh. At the command of his strong hands, your body folded in half and the realization of your position had you crying out pathetically. “Anything for my beautiful baby.”
My. His. The word choice had you clenching around nothing, all spread out for him while he lined his pretty, red cock up with your entrance.
“Gonna feel real full in a minute, yeah?” he said absently, watching intently at how your pretty pussy was splayed out and ready and aching for him, mind reeling at the sight of you and the smell of you and how you felt under his hands.
And suddenly it was there - a mountain of pressure building around the head of his cock as it pushed inside, bursting when he pushed in a little further, until he was fully nestled inside. Seungcheol was not unaffected, body curling over yours animalistically with a deep, throaty groan. You, too, had to squirm and moan wantonly, as your body shone under the bulb.
“You’re so tight, pretty,” Seungcheol managed, face scrunched up, as his pelvis met your pubic bone. His hands gripped your shaking legs once more, fully folding you in half and you cried as the movement invited him further inside, feeling him brush the spongy spot inside you.
“Feel s’good!” you moaned, even as he hadn’t moved yet, and Seungcheol’s hands squeezed you in response.
Experimentally (perhaps fearful, as you had rushed into it without preparation), Seungcheol thrust shallowly and was pleased at your broken cry, so he did it again and then again, and then he was building up a rhythm and your sultry moans were slipping through the cracks of the hut and bouncing off the walls of Aluralura mountain and echoing twenty times over.
There was nothing sweet about the pace of Seungcheol’s hips. He was pistoning in and out with an impressive agility, huffing over your folded body. It was desperation; the way your nails raked over his back and his sloping arms, and sweet, little whimpers and your pussy choking his cock.
“Sweetest, prettiest-” he squeezed his eyes shut and groaned, stomach caving inwards and clenching. “Fuck, cutest, little princess being stuffed full of my cock.”
“Love your cock,” you babbled, “Love- love your cock, love you.”
The words slipped out as if they were nothing, but their meaning was solidified by your raking hand sneaking up to his neck and pulling him down into another sloppy kiss. Tongues melding and spit trickling down your chin as he hummed into your mouth in the most wonderful way.
“Love you, too. Pretty, funny, sweet girl-”
“A-ah, ‘m gonna cum soon,” you warned, voice nothing but a breath, and your face pleasured, scrunched up in the dead of night. Your stomach was a well of pressure.
“I know, baby, I know. Squeezing me so tight,” he soothed, hands running up and down the plush underside of your thighs, as his hips continued their unrelenting pace. “Come on, cum on my cock.”
“Fuck, fuck, fuck, Seungcheol-” a string of curses and his name followed as your pussy clenched one last hard time and your cum seeped out around his thick, veiny length.
Holding his own orgasm at bay, he clenched his jaw and gritted out: “Where d’you want my cum?”
“Inside!” you mewled, overstimulated and sore, and legs still pressed to your chest, clammy and slick.
Seungcheol would’ve made a snarky remark was he not already cumming at your words, white seed painting your insides and spilling out around his softening length. He thrust a couple more times, relishing in the sounds of your fucked-out moans before he’d emptied himself, and he dropped down beside you.
Due to the nature of a one-person bed, you and Seungcheol were both pressed close to one another, covered in sweat. Your panting, huffing breaths synchronized and you stared into each other's eyes, all wild and blushed.
“Holy shit,” you whispered, brought back to reality by a distant calling owl. You were still in the park, you realized - not some other pleasure dimension like one may have thought. Seungcheol smiled giddily.
You looked out into the wasteland, and your eyelids and limbs (draping over Seungcheol’s big, pretty body) were suddenly heavy. You yawned.
“D’you think we have to stay up anymore?”
Seungcheol watched you gauging the pinelands with starry eyes. “You can go to bed,” he offered gently, “I’ll stay up and make sure the storm’s over.”
“Are you sure?” you mumbled, but you were already settling into the domes of his chest, closing your eyes. Seungcheol looked at you and thought you were adorable.
“Yeah.”
“Can you stay here?”
“Yeah.”
“Can your dick stay inside me?”
This prompted a laughter blooming all the way from his chest, where your cheek bunched up against the skin. His arm was wrapped around your back.
“Sure, baby.”
You mumbled something like ‘okay’ or ‘good’ or ‘thank you’, and you drifted off into sleep with his arms around you, and when Seungcheol was certain the storm had passed, he nuzzled his head into your hair and dozed off himself.
At the swimming red sky of dawn, your eyes pried open to see Seungcheol already awake, still wrapped around you.
Nonchalantly (that is to say: as if your chest was not bursting with glee), you nodded your head over to the window behind him:
“Is that not a black-billed cuckoo?!”
And Seungcheol thought that maybe you and him could find birds together elsewhere too.
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sorry i forgot to add something else 😭
i have another fic suggestion, but again, no pressure!
what about chris x reader, where chris goes with the reader to see her little baby cousin/niece and some of her family is there, but reader and chris just hang back behind them as they go on a walk and they push the pushchair together and chris gets on really well with the baby and gives her baby fever 😭🩷
baby fever - c.s
pairings: reader x chris sturniolo
summary: reader gets baby fever seeing chris and her baby cousin
warning(s): none!
a/n: i changed it up a little but the idea is the same! enjoy!
not proofread
"you sure you wanna come with me chris?" i ask for the millionth time
"yes! of course, i wanna meet your baby cousin" he says and i laugh, grabbing my keys and motioning him to follow me.
we drive to my aunts house, getting out of the car seeing her already outside
"thank you so much for watching her! i'm so late i gotta go-" she rushes
"no problem!" i smile, waving to her as her car drives off
"you ready for this chris?" i ask
"im not decoding a fucking bomb y/n" he replies and i scoff
unlocking the front door, i lead chris to my cousins room.
"hi liv!!" i say, bending to the 6 year olds height
"y/n!!" she yells, tackling me with a hug
i laugh and then remember about chris, pulling away from the hug, seeing her already look at him
she stand up walking towards him,
"can i give you a hug too?" she asks
i think my heart just exploded.
"where my hug at?" he jokes and i slap his side
well, moments over.
luckily, liv doesn't get the joke and runs to hug him anyway
she pulls away and looks at me
"is this your boyfriend y/n?" she asks and my eyes widen
"yes it is! his name is chris" i explain and she smiles
"can we go on a walk?" she asks and i nod, grabbing her hand.
we decide to walk to the beach, 10 minute walk nonetheless
after about 3 minutes, liv starts complaining about her legs not working anymore, which obviously isnt true but shes 6 so it's not like i can call her on it
"i have an idea! i can give you a piggy back ride, does that sound good?" chris suggests and her face lights up
"yes yes!" she yells and chris picks her up, lifting her onto his back
they walk infront of me and chris runs and makes airplane motions, the sound of liv's laughs echoing through my head
one day all this could be mine, ours.
me and chris staring a family.
we get to the beach and chris and liv start playing tag, chris clearly pretending to be a slow runner so liv could run away.
i lay on the sand, letting my mind drift deeper into starting my own family with chris.
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style 1989 #CL16
PAIRING: charles leclerc x reader!
SYNOPSIS: inspired by taylor swift, “style”
WARNING: angst & fluff
Midnight, you come and pick me up no headlights
“ you can’t keep calling me you know that, right? ” he sighed while piggy backing you and struggling to walk in a straight line.
“ i couldn’t help it, charles. You’re on my speed dial, you know how that goes? It’s not like this is the first time, could have just declined the call. ” you rolled your eyes but your heart is slightly beating from the close contact with your best friend.
“ can’t leave you alone, in a place like these mon chérie ” he needs to stop calling me these names while having a partner waiting for him at home.
“ sorry if i crashed your date night with charlotte, i hope she doesn’t hate me, im really sorry Charles ”
you remembered drinking few more shots after seeing charlotte’s Instagram story with him on a date night.
you genuinely felt so shitty but couldn’t help it as Charles is the only guy you’ve trusted in the whole 22 years of your life when it comes to these situations
he laughed, and just shook his head.
the whole ride to your apartment was just in silence.
It’s been a while since i’ve heard from you
Ever-since that night, you’ve removed him from your speed dial, not only that but maybe, just maybe you’ve removed him from everything except your personal Instagram.
Because, here you are stalking or maybe lurking through his and her posts.
“ You’ve got to stop that you know. You’re only setting yourself up "
you’ve recognized that voice, partly because you’ve gotten closer to Lando Norris after the one-sided fall out with Charles
You knew Lando, because he would always come to the drivers gathering and way before Charles was with her, you were his +1 (as close friends of course).
But, you’ve gotten closer with him when he was surprisingly there for you when you were drunkenly crying over Charles at the paddock bar, and you’ve realised that Charles was the only oblivious person towards your feelings.
You let out a big sigh and flipped Lando off jokingly. You locked your phone and proceed to continue on with the workload in front of you.
“ he has been asking you know? he’s always looking for you, i can’t continue lying on your whereabouts. Let it out and tell him y/n, maybe that’ll soothe your heart better and for fuck sake, stop being in the McLaren garage when you’re working for Ferrari ”
you couldn’t help but laugh at Lando’s last sentence. You’re working as Scuderia Ferrari’s as a Social Media Intern, but instead of being in their office or garage, you’re at McLaren’s trying to avoid a certain someone.
I should just tell you to leave cause i know where it exactly leads
Scuderiaferrari just posted a photo
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Scuderiaferrari sometimes we refused to think that our two drivers are fully grown adult, but then again look at their photography postures ( speaks a lot! )
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leclercluvr ADMIN VIOLATED THEM
carlost55 im screaming which admin posted this w this caption, she’s gg to lose her job 😭
ferraridefender honestly facts, admin speak facts
charles_leclerc age is just a number, @ carlossainz55 we need to back ourselves up
carlossainz55 doesn’t matter if we’re old, we’re the hottest drivers in the grid
you closed your laptop after posting on the Ferrari Instagram page and packed your things until you felt someone tapped your right shoulder
“ what’s the rush? trying to not bump into me? ” 4 letters that ran through your mind, FUCK!
you let out a laugh to not react awkwardly and shook your head
“ what are you on charles? i’m just packing, we’re working in the same place anyways ” you continue packing your things
“ i know y/n. i know about your feelings towards me y/n. ”
you were shocked at the sudden confession that you turned your body straight away to Charles direction
“ Charlotte told me, she broke up with me, she said she couldn’t be in a relationship with me knowing i would be running over to you at any moment of the day, i didn’t know how to react to that y/n ”
“ i went to Lando’s apartment straight away after the break up w cha, to find you but Lando told me you’re here and before i drove here, he stopped me and told me the same thing too y/n. I know it’s not his place to tell me your true feelings but i’m sorry y/n ”
he reached out for your hand but you couldn’t help feeling angry from the current situation that you smacked away his hands that was reaching out to you
“ Charles, you can’t do that to me. You can’t just come running over to me just because cha broke up with you and you found out i’m in l-love with y-you”
you couldn’t help but struggle to speak without the urge of crying
“ i love you, y/n. Mon Chérie, i’ve always loved you”
he whispered
“ no, you’re lying. You’re only saying that now, because you know about my feelings towards you. What about last time? What about the times i’ve tried to tell you, you’re always changing the subject mid convos. Charles, make up your mind and talk to me again. ”
you walked away leaving Charles thinking about the missed opportunity with you.
And i got that red lip classic thing that you like
y/ninstagram
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y/ninstagram promised him that this time i’m not gonna be working at the office, but instead be at the sidelines for him charles_leclerc 🏎️♥️
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landonorris what about me???????
y/ninstagram always supporting you 🧡
landonorris as you should be
charles_leclerc get your own girlfriend, stop stealing mine
maxverstappen1 finally you both had the balls huh
carlossainz55 you owe me 50
leclercluvr WAG MY FAV WAG
myworldc2 ain’t this his bestfriend? they’re dating?
carlost yeah they were close friends!!!!!!
charles_leclerc Je t'aime de tout mon cœur ♥️
y/ninstagram love you more ♥️
end note: thanks for reading, this is my first ever writing that is public 😭 i love LOVE angst and fluff reads, so here’s a lil something with everyone’s favourite driver <3 sorry for the bad french translation or grammars!
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smiling critters x reader (christmas edition !)
disc ; for the sake of the hcs , let's just pretend actual sunlight and snow get into that... DOME they live in. also lowercase intended !
DOGDAY
dogday loves holidays. especially christmas. holidays mean ; no looking after kids. It also means he gets to hang out with his friends, to hang out with you.
there's not much you can get from just around playcare, but you can get some things from out of playcare, which leads to dogday begging staff for things from the outside.
eventually, they get tired of his begging and just give it to him to shut him up, and on christmas day he tells you he has a surprise for you — then you walk to his living room to see STACKS of presents.
"all for you!" dogday chirps as he hugs you tightly. "we can hang out after, if you want to.?"
for dogday, hanging out = playing in the 'snow' all day.
CATNAP
catnap again, doesn't exactly celebrate holidays unless you force him to. which you do, every year.
you make catnap one of those itchy christmas sweaters for him to wear, it takes a bit to make him wear it but he eventually gives in.
you usually try to involve catnap in the critter's activities, which he hates. not the fact your trying; but the fact he has to be social.
either way, when playcare winds down catnap spends the night with you watching what tv shows they have and eating cookies (animal safe, of course.)
"today was.. fun."
BOBBY BEARHUG
bobby loves giving, she likes receiving but LOVES giving.
meaning on christmas not only does her love multiply, but her gifts too!
she even asked her friends to set up a mistletoe just so you could both kiss under it.
everything else aside, when the sun goes down there's nothing she loves more when it comes to cuddling with you under cozy blankets drinking hot chocolate and old romantic christmas movies.
"aweee!! aren't they such a cute couple like us?"
PICKY PIGGY
picky loves to cook. she loves to cook for fun, for her friends, and mostly you.
so when christmas comes around, best believe that you'll both be in the kitchen for hours cooking stuff as the snow falls outside.
even if they don't come out THAT well, picky loves spending time with you. even if it means a burnt cookie smell lingers around her house.
"it's okay! we tried in the end, that's all that matters!"
HOPPY HOPSCOTCH
hoppy loves being outside, so having to be cooped inside was a struggle.
but when you said you could both just gear up and go outside, she was over the moon.
you both ended up getting into snowball fights and getting sick, but hoppy found it worth it.
even if it meant having to stay inside for the rest of the week.
"hey, but I mean," she started. "it's more time with you. that's good for me."
KICKIN CHICKEN
just like hoppy, he loves to be outside in any weather.
but, he's taken consideration of what you tell him.
so just to be sure this one time.. he decided to take it slow and just walk around playcare with you, in warm clothing of course.
kickin' was usually hyper, so this surprised you. but you enjoyed it. he was happy to see the snow.
"this is nice — not running around and getting sick. pretty cool if I say so myself."
BUBBA BUBBAPHANT
bubba is mostly a stay inside person, which you don't mind. being outside is not always the answer.
that didn't mean he would just study all day though, he'd try his best to please you by watching shows, cooking (the best he can.)
all the running around and watching shows made you a bit tired, so he would let you lay down on the couch with him.
"today was great," he squeezed you a bit. "thank you."
CRAFTYCORN
crafty enjoys coloring and crafts, it's in her name.
so when it comes to christmas, everything she makes is christmas themed, and a gift for you.
she even made a little christmas city made out of paper, and you loved it.
"I made this.. and thought you would like it."
end ; am I mad that I can't for some reason use the yellow text anymore and have to make kickin and dogday share the same , just slightly different? Yes. Am I gonna update the project: fic soon? maybe. did it crash once and I lost all the progress I made? Yes. Did I wanna cry? Yes. Did I delay this because I was mad over the yellow font suddenly going bye bye?
Yes.
#poppy playtime#poppy playtime chapter 3#dogday#catnap#bobby bearhug#picky piggy#hoppy hopscotch#kickinchicken#bubba bubbaphant#craftycorn#x reader#reader x canon
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Steddie week. Day 1: Pining. 1.2k words. Ao3 link.
Have some fluff! Also, written from the point of view of the non-pining person.
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Steve is not sure how he got here. Although he’s actually not complaining. But after the end of the world part 4 (and hopefully final), Eddie Munson seems to be… courting? Wooing? Him? Whatever, he’s trying something. He was already kind of flirtatious during the apocalypse, at first Steve thought that was just a defense mechanism or just how he is. To a degree, he does have a flirty personality. But he does not treat everyone else like he’s treating Steve.
Steve is almost 99% sure that he has not opened a single door while Eddie’s around. Every time he goes to leave a room, suddenly Eddie is in front of him opening the door for him. It’s a miracle he doesn’t bow or some shit equally as embarrassing. Steve can feel the party’s eyes on them, and he doesn’t know why Eddie seems so unaware of it. In similar fashion, Eddie picks up everything he drops (he’s a klutz, sue him) so quickly that it almost looks like he hurts himself a little.
Are all the seats taken? “Have my seat, Stevie.”
Steve forgot a jacket? “You look cold, here’s my jacket.”
Steve mentions being thirsty? “I’ll get you some water!”
His car was in the shop one time, so Eddie picked him up for movie night at the Wheeler’s. When he dropped him off, he didn’t just make sure he got inside from the comfort of his car. No, no, that wouldn’t suffice. Eddie walked him to the fucking door.
Also, the pet names. God, there’s so many! One would think Steve is a fair maiden in the 1800s with the amount of terms of endearment he’s subjected to on a weekly basis. Angel, sweetheart, darling, honey, love, and even goddamn beloved. Who the fuck uses beloved? In this day and age?
Steve has not had this much attention, since, well, ever. Eddie seems to notice every single thing he does or says. One time he mentioned in passing how much he likes cool ranch Doritos and the next week Eddie showed up at Family Video with a sandwich, a bag of cool ranch Doritos and his favorite flavored soda. “Here’s your lunch, sweetheart.” Steve could only say thanks before he walked out with a wink, leaving him confused as ever.
He’s very much not confused now. He knows what Eddie is doing.
Every chance he gets, Eddie makes sure he knows how good he thinks Steve looks. He even compliments his outfits, which at first Steve found hard to believe it was sincere because come on, why would Eddie say he likes his polos and jeans if not to just get him to like him? But the more he did it, the more Steve started to notice the look on his face. If he wasn’t being sincere he was a hell of an actor because Steve could swear his eyes almost shined with fondness and/or adoration.
There’s a corner on his desk that he has designed for little trinkets Eddie has been gifting him. This has to be the weirdest part of it all because why would Eddie give him a piggy keychain? A freaking I <3 NY magnet? Has he even been to New York? Where did he get that? Steve’s favorite is this bracelet that spells ‘lovely’ surrounded by green and blue beads. Because of course Eddie knows what his favorite colors are. Ah shit, did he make that himself? Eddie should stop being this adorable, because now every time he enters his room and glances at this pile of [perceived] junk an involuntary smile starts to bloom.
Whenever they go out to eat together (as friends, Robin!) Steve goes through the same argument when Eddie insists on paying. Steve rarely wins that battle.
It all feels, weird. Steve doesn’t know how to feel about all of this. On one hand, does he enjoy all this attention? Of course. I mean, who wouldn’t. Steve is sure that if he asked any girl if they enjoyed the attention from guys that they didn’t particularly wanna date, they’d say yes. Right? It seems logical. Everyone likes to feel special. On the other hand, how is he supposed to react to all of this?
Robin’s told him that he needs to say something. That it’s gone too long. Just to reject him already, or something along those words.
Steve hasn’t.
He can’t seem to bring himself to burst this bubble. To break this kind of spell that he apparently has on Eddie “the freak” Munson.
A freak, though? Eddie’s not a freak at all. If the people that gave him that god forsaken nickname got to know him, they’d sure regret it. Steve’s sure. Because he’s a lot of things, but not a freak. Incredible considerate, for one. Thoughtful and passionate. He’s amazingly kind, and so full of love it sometimes looks like he can’t even contain it all. Most of all though, he’s ridiculous. Greatly so. How does someone go this long, treating a person this special, wooing, basically spoiling them, without asking anything in return? Steve has been sure for a while that Eddie Munson has been trying to get him to like him back. He’s going about it in a ridiculous way.
Eddie Munson is ridiculous.
He’s so so ridiculous.
What’s even more ridiculous is…
It’s kinda working.
“What’s your approach here?” Steve questions. Eddie’s over at his house tonight. They were watching a movie and Eddie just randomly got up, brought over some popcorn and a blanket. Which he put on Steve’s feet because somehow he knows they get cold easily.
Eddie sits beside him. “What do you mean?”
“I mean, you’ve been doing this for a long time. Are you ever gonna…?” Steve trails off. He may have started this conversation, but he really doesn’t know how to ask what he wants to ask.
A flash of recognition crosses Eddie’s face but he quickly schools his expression. “Am I ever gonna… what?” He smirks. The fucker.
“You know what.”
“I really don’t.”
Steve rolls his eyes. “I know you know I know what you’ve been doing. Don’t play dumb.”
“That’s a lot of knows.”
“Be serious.” Steve gives him a look that he hopes conveys how much he wants answers.
“Just say what you mean, then.” Eddie looks down, he looks kinda nervous and Steve feels just a tiny bit guilty about how abruptly he brought this up.
“Are you… gonna ask me out? Anytime soon?” Eddie looks up and although he seems taken aback for a second he just smiles after it.
“Do you want me to?” He tilts his head and puts on his most innocent act.
Steve hums. “What if,” he clears his throat and looks away, “What if I say no?”
Eddie nods like he’s considered this and every other scenario. “Don’t worry about it. I’m not asking you out yet.”
Steve frowns. “Then why…?” His brain catches up and takes notice of the last word of that sentence. “Not yet?”
Eddie shakes his head no. “If I do it,” he searches Steve’s face. Steve doesn’t know what he’s looking for, it takes a few seconds but he seems to find what he needs to say, “When I do it. It’s gonna be because I’m sure you’ll say yes.” Steve doesn’t know what to say. Or if he should say anything. He feels breathless. “And it’ll blow your pretty little mind, honey. Can’t believe you thought I’d do it with karate kid on the background.”
They settle back down, and that seems to be the end of that. Eddie seems content with that for now.
Steve though? It seems like his insides have started bubbling with anticipation. Without asking him for permission, no less!
@steddie-week
#it’s still the 22nd where I live#literally 10pm I barely made it#steddie#eddie munson#steve harrington#eddie x steve#steve x eddie#stranger things 4#stranger things#steve harrington x eddie munson#steddieweek2023#mer writes sometimes#ficlet#will I do the whole week? idk#steddieweekprompts
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Love on Screen
Welcome to my Streamer au :-) Episode One, also on ao3 (Preferred format)
Steve sighed as he opened his laptop, clicking on the ‘Youtube’ icon and pulling up his channel. He likes his job, really he does. But so many people do the same thing that he’s honestly running out of ideas. Luckily, his subscribers seem to enjoy the weird ass shit he’s been putting out lately. In the last one, he’d made a bed out of cheese for his cat, the only issue was, was that she wanted to eat it, and if you don’t know, cat’s are lactose intolerant, so what started as a stupid video turned into him vlogging how to clean cat diarrhea of a carpet.
His subscribers thought it was hilarious, paying no mind to his discomfort, moreso worrying about piggy, his cat, and how her tummy was doing. She’s fine. Just a little dramatic. So with a lack of ideas, he goes lives. “Hey. How’s it going, chat? Look, I really need some new ideas because honestly, I’m bombing here.” And like always the chat blew up with responses, ‘call robin!’ and Steve snorted, “call Robin? Fine?” He picked up his phone, tapping Robin’s contact and waiting for it to ring.
“What?”
“That’s real nice, Rob. What a way to answer your best friend.”
“You aren’t my best friend, Nancy is.”
Steve scoffs, “Whatever, say hi to chat!”
“Seriously? This is the content y’all like? God, give him good ones, like getting a life.”
“I have a life, okay? Just because I don’t-”
“Your life consists of bugging me and Nancy, now get off live and think of some real idea’s, Steve!” Her tone was accusatory and Steve didn’t have a chance to answer before she hung up on him. He sighed, looking into the webcam, “Well. You heard her. I’ll talk to you guys later. Bye chat!” He ended the live and shut his laptop with a huff. He pondered for a moment, before deciding to scroll, what better way to come up with ideas than to scan and see what’s trending, right?
He knows it’s a lazy tactic but, hey. He’s been doing this for years, there’s only so many ideas a brain could hatch. Maybe he could play a new game? Nah, he’s played all the good ones. Maybe he could play a really bad one just for giggles, maybe that’d be fun? It’s not fair! Robin and Nancy use their lives as content! Steve’s life was boring! Maybe it was worth a try, and so, a dumb little morning vlog was in the works.
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And okay, so it turns out maybe his subscribers are somewhat interested in his life. How was he supposed to know? He wakes up, answers emails, makes breakfast, works out, and that’s it! It wasn’t anything special. He felt… Boring.
And yeah, the video did well but he still felt like he fell flat. He was supposed to be funny! So in his fit of doubt, he decides to scroll a little bit. (A bit of mindless scrolling didn't hurt anyone, right?) Wrong, Steve. It hurt a lot of people. But either way, in his attempt to bury his feelings he came across a video titled “Freak Rage Quits and Then Cries,” and Steve was a little apprehensive. He doesn’t really do the bullying, mean girl content, well, at least not like he used to. (He was a different person then). But he clicked on it anyways, and holy shit. He was funny. And really hot.
And soon enough, Steve fell down a rabbit hole. He couldn’t get enough of this guy, he was cute, and charming, and somehow chaotic in a way that made Steve weak in the knees. (And look, the liking guys thing was relatively new, but the whole ‘attracted to chaos thing’ came out of left field). Well, if he’s being honest, it really didn’t. When he thought he had a crush on Robin it was her chaotic energy that really got to him, which was surprising seeing as his ex before her was very much the opposite. But as it turns out, chaos is like this guys whole brand. Eddie. That’s his name by the way, goes by corrodededdie on twitch, which honestly, fit him perfectly,
Steve didn’t get the guys subscribing count at first, over 1.5 million (which is almost as many as Steve), but he gets it now. He doesn’t understand how someone could make him fall in love, over video. It was a bit ridiculous, really. Luckily for him, corrodededdie struck the inspiration bucket and Steve fell asleep with some new concepts floating around in his head. And yeah, maybe they were a bit more chaotic than what he usually did but… Oh well. Blame it on his new muse.
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Eddie grinned as he waved goodbye to the stream, he’d just finished a 12 hour long long haul that he did on a dare because some troll in the chat said he wouldn’t be able to do it. And well, Eddie runs off spite, so of course he made sure to do it, and do it right.
So here he was, 12 hours later, absolutely exhausted. He’d started the stream at a nice time of 6pm. That meant he’d have to stay streaming and making actual content, not just farting around on his phone, for 12 hours. It seemed easy enough.
It wasn’t.
Right around the eight hour mark he started to get pretty restless. He’d already played all the games he had within his reach like, twice, and he was honestly really sick of talking about himself, so he made the courageous decision to ask the chat for suggestions on what he should do. (That was especially dangerous since at the time he was doing it, which was 2 am, was the time his especially creepy subscribers like to join and torment him by suggesting really gross stuff. And not like eating dog food gross). But luckily someone in the chat, named ‘dustybun04’ came through for him, suggesting a channel by the title of ‘Steve goes to Hell’ and well. Needless to say, it wasn’t what Eddie was expecting with a name like that.
It was mainly this guy doing different hair techniques and making weird shit for his cat. He has to be honest, ‘dustybun04’ really disappointed him. He was under the complete impression that this guy was going to be some metal badass that played COD and killed zombies. But… It wasn’t. “Oh come on, dustybun. This guy?” And the chat lit up.
Dustybun04: watch the one where he makes a chees bed for his cat it made me laugh so hard i threw up.
And that caught Eddie’s attention. So there he was, at 2 am, pseudo stalking this guys channel looking for a very specific video. And he makes sure he’s mic'd up so that the stream could catch his candid reaction. “Mr. Piggyyyy, look at what mommy made you,” and Eddie had to pause the video. The guy called himself ‘Mommy’? Oh god, who was this guy? He snorts, looking at the camera like he’s on ‘The Office’ before turning the video back on. And as much as he hates to admit it, he was crying with laughter by the end of the video.
And so the 12 hour long stream turned into him doing a deepdive review on ‘Steve goes to Hell.’ And he wasn’t disappointed. He could tell that his viewers were ready to move on to something else, but Eddie couldn’t help it. He was just… Enamored with the guy. Eventually though, around the 11 hour mark, Steve ran out of content for Eddie to watch. So he reluctantly decided to bother his best, dear, friend, Nancy. She ran a channel with her girlfriend and they were so disgustingly cute that it almost made Eddie want to barf. He picked up his phone and dialed Nancy, waiting with a mischievous smile on his face. “Eddie? It’s… 5 am, why are you calling me?”
“Say hi to chat!” He cheered, far too loud and excited for the early hour.
“Ugh, Eddie. You’re the worst.”
“You love me, Wheeler.”
“Wha’s goin’ on?” Oh shit. Did he wake up Robin? “It’s just Eddie baby, go back to sleep. You woke up Robin you fucking asshole. I’m going to kill you the next time I see you.” Yep.
She hung up on him with a huff, “Isn’t she a charmer, folks? Okay…. Let’s see.” Eddie muttered to himself, scrolling mindlessly, looking for something to get him through the last 30 minutes. “Okay… Thirty minute stretch guys. What should we do?” And then it happened. ‘Steve goes to Hell has uploaded a new video.’ “Awh, shit guys. Steve goes to Hell has another video,” He dragged out the ‘o’ far too excited for a channel he just found of a guy he knows virtually nothing about. “Wake up with me? Ew. God, he’s so cheesy. Let’s watch” And it turns out it was actually pretty cute.
And yup. There it is. Eddie has a new crush on a guy. A guy who happens to look super hot when he wakes up and by definition out of Eddie’s league. He sits and watches silently, enraptured with the way this guy lives his life, waking up so god damned early. As the video comes to an end, so does the 12 hour stream. “Well, shit guys. We did it. Actually, I did it. You guys did nothing. Anyways. It’s been fun. wheeliemike, suck my dick, and fuck you for saying I couldn’t do this. Alright. Thanks for chilling with me!”
And that brings us up to speed. Eddie slumped back into his gaming chair, breathing out deeply. “Shit. I am never doing that again.” He slid out of his chair and trudged over to his bed, flopping down onto it and groaning loudly. He was just about to succumb to the sweet release of sleep when his phone chimed. ‘Steve goes to hell just subscribed to your channel.’ And oh fuck. Oh fuck, was he watching? Shit. Well. His heart was beating too fast to go to sleep now, may as well instagram stalk the guy. Like all normal people do when they develop a new crush.
#seriously nervous about posting this#ngl#steve harrington#eddie munson#steddie#best friend robin#robin buckley#minor ronance#streamer eddie munson#youtuber steve harrington#steddie fic#social media au#steddie streamers#steddie streamer au#streamer au#steddie fanfic#best friend robin buckley#background ronance#stranger things#no monsters
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WELCOME TO PLAYTOWN/POPPY PLAYTOWN- CHARACTER REFERENCE #1.
CATNAP NUITLUNE- DESIGN AND DATA.
Information data:
Name: Catnap NuitLune.
Age: 24
Height: 320 mts/10'4 fts.
Species: Smiling critter creature. Cat (Maine coon cat).
Occupation: private detective.
Genre: male (he, him).
Sexuality: anthro.
Magical usser type: cursed.
Birth place: Gasetúde (Playgrounds).
Birth day: august 8th (not real birthday, it's just a symbolic date).
Personality:
He is usually a reserved, quiet man, little bit sarcastic and to a certain extent withdrawn and in his world. Because of his type of work and the night schedules he manages; It is common to see him asleep during the day anywhere in his work clothes at the Piggy family restaurant or near Kickin's cabin (or in general keeping him company while he rests with one of his friends).Although he usually seems to be a lazy person, and some of his own comments towards himself; He is someone who puts the people he cares about above his own well-being and is loyal to his friends to an absurd degree.
On the other hand, topics such as his family, his past in "beta-unit 1006" or the "prototypism" tend to make him uncomfortable and he will skip the topic immediately or pretends he needs another cigarette (even if he's smoking a new one)..
A funny gag with him is that he usually appears out of nowhere in favor of the situation and scaring everyone at the same time while repeating «it's not my turn, but...»
about his work and daily life.
He is a As mentioned above, he is a private detective who, due to his predilection, works the night shift (which is why he spends the rest of the day half asleep). He works for the detective agency "Mob Inc." Therefore, his way of dressing in civilian clothes at work does not have many differences and he maintains a dark color palette. In that agency he works only with Mr. Mob (founder and chief financial officer) and his "brother" and day shift colleague Boxy Boo.
He ended up getting entangled in the world of detectives due to an altercation in his youth where he tried to steal the wallet of who would be his boss and was given two options: hand him over to the police or work for him and have a formal job.
"Magic" data (and other skills):
like a cursed, it has the standard abilities that they generally have without the need for it to be activated =
- improved brute force.
- hyperdeveloped senses.
-permission and knowledge of handling weapons of his rank.
But, this can be activated when your body is under a very high stress situation or in a situation of extreme danger.
His curse has 3 phases=
Phase 1: activated.
His body begins to secrete and expel poppy smoke (a reminder that poppies are an inhibitor of magic, and for beings like witches it is a lethal poison) through the respiratory tract and his character, due to the pain it causes, becomes aggressive and alert. ; If panic does not take over, he can deactivate it voluntarily.
Phase 2: controlled/stable form.
It's the shape they wanted to achieve when they experimented with it in the first place.
His body begins to adapt to the poppy gas and has a "mild growth spurt"; The gas also goes from being just a sleeping pill to a tool to generate illusions in its favor and can generate the gas or poppy substance in a more solid way in its claws or fangs. His attitude also changes, becoming more sinic and playful; like a hunter who enjoys torturing his prey.
He can be reasoned with to a certain degree and if he realizes that he has hurt someone important to him he can revert to his activated form.
If he spends too much time in that way...he can get out of control.
Phase 3: uncontrolled/ unstable form.
It is what went wrong and made him consider a failure.
If he spends too much time in his controlled form the Poppy Smoke itself "takes over" Catnap's body, giving him the grotesque appearance of a skeletal cat surrounded by smoke; the only trace of his actual body being his eyes and mouth injected with poppy gas.
You can't reason with him...
You can't fight him...
You can only do two things = run away and pray that his energy runs out quickly so that he returns to his base form.
Medical notes:
-He is under strict medical treatment so that one day his curse cannot affect him.
-Even though he is stable, due to his physical modification, his body feels the need for the poppy substance; So as contradictory as it may sound, you are allowed to smoke a certain limited amount of cigarettes solely made from these flowers while investigating an alternative for his case; His trademark is "the hour of joy."
-Bobby is his designated therapist.
other random data:
favorite food: niçoise salad «un delice~♪».
Favorite dessert: beignets «i love desserts, mais;the beignets are my biggest weakness».
hated food: militar cookies «...bad memories...».
smell: lavender + poppy.
strength: loyalty, insight, thirst for research.
weakness:self-deprecation.
favorite physical appearance: star-freckles «everyone loves the étoiles, Right?».
hated physical appearance:«that stupid mark».
person you respect most: kickin «I owe a lot to that stupid coq»
person you don't want as an enemy: Bobby «She's scary when I'm not on time for treatment... and boy, nothing scares moi».
hobby:sleeping and gossip.
Some crush?: ... «Mr. Witcher».
#poppy playtime au#smiling critters#catnap#poppy playtime catnap#Welcome to playtown#poppy playtown#poppy playtime
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The muppets Show: Life in the boarding home series
PILOT
"whos that wocka agent?"
Disclaimer: at the end of the Journal pilot episode, i'll write the characters like what are Main ones, mentioned ones or the supporting ones, And the villains. And i'll tag the characters that had most voice roles. I wont tag all the characters that were mentioned, And I really want tumblr to make a update where you can tag more than 30 tags- And i'll even write the song name and who is created by.
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The intro starts with the muppets boarding home showing on the screen, And kermit Opens the door:
Kermit: its the muppet Show Life in the boarding home! Starting with fozzie for this pilot!
And the music in the background is the muppets Show theme but more energetic, everyone are shown in the House doing their activities while singing the muppets Show theme song:
"its time to play the music,
Its time to light the lights!
Its time to get things started in the muppets boarding home tonight!
Its time to put on makeup,
Its time to dress up Bright!
Its time to raise the curtains in the muppets boarding home tonight!
Statler: why do we even live here?
Waldorf: I guess we'll never know.
Statler & waldorf (together): its like a kind of torture to have to live in here.
The camera Shows Kermit infront of the door
Kermit: But now lets get things started! ♪
Miss piggy: why dont we get things started?~ ♪
Fozzie: Its time to get things started! ♪
Then the camera shows all of the muppets in the muppets boarding home sing at the same time:
All muppets: ♪ On the most sensational, inspirational, celebrational-
Welcome to the muppets boarding HOOOOOOOMEEEE!!! ♪ ♪ ♪
Then gonzo tries to play a tune on the trumpet but then a Badge comes out saying: "secret wocka bear"
Gonzo: what the?-
Then fozzie snatches the badge
Fozzie: OH! thats mine! Hahahahaha!
Then the title card of fozzie dressed up as the "secret wocka agent" shows up with fozzie's voice saying: "who's that wocka agent?" While the instrumental of the lazytown song called "man on a mission" is playing.
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The camera shows the muppets boarding home. The camera shows inside the kitchen of the boarding home, there were only Kermit, miss piggy, gonzo, Pepe And Rizzo in the kitchen, others were probably either in their rooms or outside.
Kermit: hey, where's fozzie?
Pepe: probably fantasizing about being an famous comedian, okay?
Rizzo: well, he is one, Pepe.
Pepe: well, okay, but still, okay?
Then Rizzo slaps his hands on the table And glares at Pepe
Rizzo: CAN YOU LIKE STOP SAYING "OKAY" AT THE END OF EVERY SENTENCE YOU SAY!?!?
Pepe, smirking: eeehh.... No, okay!
Rizzo: UGHHHH!!
Then fozzie comes from upstairs And he is carrying an poster with The wocka agent bear on it.
Fozzie: hiya, Guys! I have an AGENTY thing to tell ya! Hehehehahaha!
Gonzo: oh, what is it, fozz?
Fozzie, who has a big exciting smile on his face, he shows the poster of the wocka agent bear on it.
Fozzie: This is the wocka agent bear!! And he is in OUR TOWN!!
Kermit, miss piggy, gonzo, pepe And Rizzo stare at the poster for a few seconds And then they start laughing, but Kermit was chuckling
Kermit: oh, fozzie... Wocka agent bear doesnt exist! He is just a character from the comic for our town.
Miss piggy, laughing loudly: yeah!! And if he even existed, he would call moi to go on a date with him.
Kermit And fozzie stare at miss piggy with an awkward look on their faces
Miss piggy: what!? Im just joking.
Fozzie: wait! What do you mean that he DOESNT exist? He does!
Rizzo: oh, really? You Got proof, fozz?
Fozzie, sweating a little bit: well... I, uhhh...
Kermit, miss piggy, gonzo, Rizzo And pepe start laughing loudly again And even nearly falling off their chairs. And fozzie has a sad expression on his face.
Fozzie: Aww.... Looks like they dont believe me.
Fozzie sighs And goes upstairs to his room again, And then chip the IT Guy was going downstairs while Seeing fozzie going upstairs And he sees Kermit, miss piggy, gonzo, Rizzo and pepe laughing loudly.
Chip: uh.. can you Guys Shut up? Zondra, Ubu and I are trying to do our show, And you're interupting us with your loud laughing.
Kermit, miss piggy, gonzo, Rizzo And pepe stop laughing but they are still smilling And have tears in their eyes from laughing
Kermit: oh, sorry, chip. Fozzie was trying to tell us that the "wocka agent bear" exists-
Chip: yeah, yeah, whatever. I dont care. But PLEASE Shut up and be quiet! Again, zondra, Ubu and I are tryna do our sho-
Rizzo, smirking: oh, when you mean THAT, you mean trying to sabotage us, right?
Then chip started sweating
Chip: uhh... No? We- youknowwhat? Whatever.
Chip started to walk away while staring at them but then he bumps into a wall And breaks his glasses, And he looks down at those broken glasses.
Chip, his eye twitching from annoyance: oh, how great.
Chip takes his broken glasses And runs upstairs again. Then Kermit, miss piggy, gonzo, Rizzo And pepe started laughing loudly again And even fell from their chairs while saying: "OW!!"
Meanwhile with fozzie, he was in his room And he was still looking at the poster of wocka agent bear And he sighs
Fozzie: I wish others would believe that you're real, Mr. Wocka agent bear..
Fozzie was still looking sad And then he Got an Idea And he gasps
Fozzie: oh, shucks! I can be the wocka agent bear! And then the others will believe me!
Then fozzie points at himself
Fozzie: fozzie, you're a genius! Why thank you! Wocka wocka-
Then he puts on a black agent hat And he speaks in the voice he had as foozie on muppets 2011
Fozzie: wockaaaaa...
-
The camera shows the outside of the muppets boarding home, And it shows Hilda with her Bag, And then kermoot jumps infront of her
Hilda: oh!
Kermoot: Gimme yo Bag, Lady!
Hilda: oh why there's no way that i'll give you MY Bag!
Kermoot then sighs
Kermoot: welp, you made me gonna do it!
Kermoot then snatches Hilda's bag And runs away
Hilda: HEY!! MY BAG!!
But then fozzie- I MEAN! wocka agent bear shows up and he puts a bear trap on the walkway And kermoot steps in it, yelling loudly And dropping the bag
Kermoot: YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAOOOOOOOO!!!!! OH GOD!!!!!
All the muppets look outside the windows And see the scenario And some gasp
Wocka agent bear (fozzie) takes the Bag And he gives it back to Hilda
Hilda: ah! Thank you, dearie!
Wocka agent bear (fozzie): your welcome, ma'am. Its my Job to protect everyone And solve mysteries.
Everyone in the muppets boarding home looked amazed And shocked because they thought that wocka agent bear REALLY exists
Gonzo: Woah... Fozzie was right! Wocka agent bear DOES exist!
Fozzie Heard that And he was proud of himself for dressing up as wocka agent bear to make others believe that agent wocka bear DOES exist
Wocka agent bear (fozzie): well! My Job here is done.
Then wocka agent bear (fozzie) runs away somewhere near the muppets boarding home, but the muppets didnt notice that he went there somewhere near the boarding home
Then fozzie whispers to himself
Fozzie: oh boy! I cant believe they believed it! Now they wont make fun of me!
Fozzie Chuckles And he takes off the wocka agent bear clothes and he hides them behind his back and he gets back to others, who are still looking outside And chatting about wocka agent bear
Fozzie: hiya, Guys! Whats going on?
All of the muppets look at fozzie And smile
Kermit: fozzie! Wocka agent bear really does exist!
Fozzie: really!!? Woah! See? I told ya he does exist!
Yolanda: definetly! I even have a picture of him giving Hilda back her bag!
Yolanda shows the picture to fozzie
Fozzie: Woah! He looks just like on my poster!
Yolanda: he sure does! He looked so hot!!
Pepe: not as hot as me, okay!
All the muppets groan And roll their eyes as Pepe Said that
Pepe: wha??
Fozzie: oh boy... Im very glad you Guy believe me now! See?! He does exist!
Kermit: well, it looks like he does, fozzie.
Fozzie: well! I'll go now to MY room! And be happy about you Guys believeing me!
Fozzie laughs And he goes inside the House And goes upstairs to his room
The muppets were still looking outside through the windows, or balconies or Doors, And miss piggy gasps, she Got an idea
Miss piggy: oh moi!! We should sing about this!!
Some muppets say: "yeah!" And some groan, especially chip
Chip: im not in the moo-
The starting music of the lazytown song "man on a mission" starts (they all are gonna dance And sing like the characters from lazytown in that episode with The song)
♪ ♪ ♪
Miss piggy: ♪ quick and suave, no one knows who he was, he's a-.. shh!
Gonzo, rowlf and janice: ♪ Secret ageenntt.. ♪
Miss piggy: ♪ with phones on his feet, he's a Spy you cant beat! He's a-... Shh!
Gonzo, rowlf and janice: ♪ secret ageenntt.. ♪
Miss piggy: ♪ if you've Got his back against the waaaaall... You'll discover he's not there at aaaaaaaaaaaaalll... ♪
Gonzo, rowlf and janice: bam! Bam! ♪
Annie sue: wocka agent bear! ♪
Gonzo, rowlf and janice: bam! Bam! ♪
Kermit: he's everybody's hero! ♪ X-ray vision, a bear on a mission, he's a- ♪
Gonzo, rowlf and janice: bam! Bam! ♪
Gonzo: wocka agent beaaar... ♪
♪ ♪ ♪ (Zoot plays the saxophone)
Miss piggy: gadgets galore, no one knows whats in store, for the-... Shh! ♪
Rizzo, Pepe, yolanda, gonzo, Janice And rowlf: secret ageenntt.. ♪
Miss piggy: saving the world, And getting the girl, he's a-... Shh!
Pepe: secret agent... ♪
Rizzo, Pepe, yolanda, gonzo, Janice And rowlf: bam! Bam!! ♪
Annie sue: wocka agent bear! ♪
Rizzo, Pepe, yolanda, gonzo, Janice And rowlf: bam! Bam! ♪
Kermit: he's everybody's hero! X-ray vision, a man on a mission, he's a- ♪
Rizzo, Pepe, yolanda, gonzo, Janice And rowlf: bam! Bam! ♪
Miss piggy: wocka agent- beaaaaaaaaaaa... ♪
Kermit: piggy! Piggy, piggy. Stop! Its over. Piggy, stop!
Miss piggy stops singing
-
Meanwhile with fozzie, he was in his room And he looked proud of himself for making other muppets believe that wocka agent bear is real
Fozzie: I cant believe the others really believed me! This is the best Day of my Life!!
He was still very proud of himself
After a few hours, it was night, everyone went to bed except for fozzie, he wore his wocka agent bear clothes and he again has the voice of wocka agent bear (foozie from muppets 2011) And he whispers to himself
Fozzie: its time to solve mysteries.
Then he Got out of his balcony And was outside the muppets boarding home, about to solve some mysteries
Fozzie- I MEAN, wocka agent bear, was going around the muppetown, And then he saw an shadowy figure from behind the trash cans
Wocka agent bear (fozzie), whispering: ah-ha!
Wocka agent bear started walking fastly towards that shadowy figure And he jumps on it, trapping it
Wocka agent bear (fozzie): I GOT YOU!!
Then it shows that it was Bonzor, the "fantastic", wearing his acrobatic clothes but they looked more darker
Bonzor the fantastic: hah! You Got me, Mr. "Wocka agent bear". But I Got my friends with me.
Wocka agent bear (fozzie): hahaha! Really? Let me see them.
Bonzor smirks And he snaps his fingers, And then lots of roosters come out from behind some places, like shops, trash cans, bushes, trees... Etc.
Wocka agent bear looks around And he sees roosters surrounding him And Bonzor, Bonzor kicks wocka agent bear with his legs, making wocka agent bear letting him go.
Wocka agent bear (fozzie): OW! you are strong there, boy.
Bonzor the fantastic: I am?
Bonzor Chuckles And smirks again And he flexes his muscles
Bonzor the fantastic: why ofcourse I am! Hahahahaha! ROOSTERS!!! ATTACK HIM!!
Then all the roosters started bitting And attacking wocka agent bear while he is Screaming And yelping in pain
Wocka agent bear (fozzie): OW!! AAH!! OW OW OW! OH THAT HURTS-
And suddenly some muppets like selena, Tammy, Hilda, Cliffy, cliffster And a few others from their own houses opened their Windows And peeked outside And they gasp And look surprised, but Bonzor ran away with The roosters before they noticed them.
Wocka agent bear was laying on the ground with bruises And scratches, but he wasnt very far away from muppets boarding home, even the muppets from the boarding home Heard the Screaming noises And they all gasp loudly as they saw wocka agent bear from a little afar
Wocka agent bear (fozzie): goouhhhhh... That Hurt, A LOT!
Then he immediately Got up and ran away And he hides in the shadows, with other muppets in the boarding home being confused, concerned And scared. And a few muppets from other houses being surprised And scared. But cliffster recorded the whole thing.
Cliffster: Holy... Toledo.. this is awkward.
Meanwhile with The muppets in the boarding home, they were all chatting And talking about what happend
Kermit: oh gosh... That didnt look good! He Got very Hurt by those roosters.
Gonzo: wait! Those were Bonzor's roosters!
All the muppets: really!?!?
Gonzo: yeah!
Rowlf: wait! Where's fozzie? He isnt here.
All the muppets were nodding And they were confused too
Miss piggy: oh that bear's probably sleeping.
Kermit: well, maybe. We should back to bed too.
Then all of the muppets nod And went back to sleep.
Wocka agent bear (fozzie) Got back to the muppets boarding home And he looks up at the balcony of his room.
Wocka agent bear (fozzie), whispering: aw, shucks... How do I get UP there now?
He looks around And sees ladders, he takes them And theyre even high to get to his balcony. He started climbing, until bean Bunny noticed him from outside the window of his And the jim Henson hour gang's room, he gasps And screams
Bean Bunny: WOCKA AGENT BEAAAAAAAAR!!!!! HE'S THERE!!! GUYS!!! WAKE AAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!!!!
The other six in the jim Henson hour gang immediately woke up and look at bean And then out the window And see wocka agent bear (fozzie) outside with The ladders And climbing up
Vicki: w-what the!?!?
Wocka agent bear (fozzie) looks at them And he does a wildtake And he screams
Wocka agent bear (fozzie): WHAAAAAA!!
And then he falls off the ladders while Screaming in pain
Wocka agent bear (fozzie): YAAAAAAAOOOOOOOWWWWWWW!!!!
Wocka agent bear is on the ground And he sits up, again with some scratches And bruises
Wocka agent bear looks up and sees bean, digit, Clifford, Vicki, Lindbergh, Waldo And Leon looking down at him from their window
Wocka agent bear runs away And hides in the shadows immediately
Leon: god! Can we have ONE normal night in this town!?
The next Day...
Everyone were woken up, (note: fozzie did make it inside his room, he succesfully Got inside) And they were downstairs in the kitchen eating breakfast. Then fozzie Got downstairs
Fozzie: mornin', everyone! Was your night "wockatastic"?? Aaaaaaaah!
Fozzie giggles, And the muppets groaned and they were watching the news with wocka agent bear on it after being attacked by roosters
Fozzie: so, uhh... What are you Guys watching?
Pepe: you didnt hear it!? Wocka agent bear Got attacked by Bonzor's roosters last night, okay!!
Fozzie gasps as if he is shocked, but the others dont know the truth
Fozzie: what!? Thats horrible!
Miss piggy: yes.. its horrible Seeing your idol being attacked by ROOSTERS! Hmph!
Bean Bunny: And we literally saw him last night with ladders!! And he tried climbing to your room, fozz!! Clifford, digit, Vicki, Waldo, Lindbergh, Leon And I saw that!!
The other six in jim Henson hour gang noded
Fozzie: really!? I didnt see that!
Kermit then noticed fozzie's bruises And scratches, And it looked like wocka agent bear's scars
Kermit: uhh... Fozzie? Where did you Got those bruises And scratches from?
Fozzie: oh! These?? Well...
Fozzie was sweating a little bit, trying to come up with an good excuse
Fozzie: I Got bitten by mosquitos! Yeah.. And I uhh- scratched a Lot! Yea-
Other muppets were looking at fozzie with suspiciousy in their eyes, especially miss piggy And kermit. Miss piggy slaps the table with her hands
Miss piggy: are you sure!?
Fozzie: ofcourse I am! I never lie!
Kermit: well, okay, If you say so...
Fozzie: welp! I'll go now, Guys!!
Fozzie then Got upstairs to his room again very quickly
Kermit: I feel like he is hiding something...
Miss piggy: me too...
Other muppets nod and agree too
It was night aga-
Chip appears infront of the camera, looking closely at it
Chip: WAIT! STOP! PAUSE! how is it already night if it was morning?!
I, who was the narrator of the story, spoke up:
Emin (me): well, chip.. thats called: "TMS:LITBH logic", shirt for "the muppets Show: Life in the boarding home logic", man.
Chip: well... I guess THAT makes sense to some others, but not really to me!
Emin (me): well, then STOP COMPLAINING And let ME finish, m'kay?
Chip rolls his eyes And sighs
Chip: Fine.
He gets away from the camera
Anyways, it was now night in the muppetown again...
Other muppets in the boarding home went to sleep, while Meanwhile with fozzie, he was in his room again and he put on his wocka agent bear clothes again And Got outside from his balcony
Wocka agent bear (fozzie), again in his foozie voice from muppets 2011: time to solve mysteries..
He was walking sneakly around the muppetown And he saw that there werent any mysteries that he can solve, he sighed...
Wocka agent bear (fozzie): oh, shucks... There isnt any crimes or mysteries I can solve, nor help anyone.. i'll just go back home..
He sneakly Got back home, but at the front gate, he Heard a noise from the bush
Wocka agent bear (fozzie): Huh!?
Then suddenly, Bonzor And kermoot came out of the bush, And kermoot had a bandage on his foot because of the Bear trap. They were both smirking evilly
Kermoot: we Got you now, Mr. "Wocka agent bear"!
Bonzor the fantastic: HAH! we indeed do!
Wocka agent bear (fozzie): you two!? Well, it looks like this is one VS two, right?..
He put his black hat a little bit over his face to look more mysterious And to make his face look shadowy
Kermoot: ofcourse it does, bear!
Wocka agent bear (fozzie): well then go on!
Kermoot And Bonzor look at each other And smirk, And Bonzor snaps his fingers And yells loudly
Bonzor the fantastic: ROOSTERS!!!!!! COME HERE!!!
Yet again, like last night, the roosters occupy all the sides And corners And they surround fozzie. And wocka agent bea- i mean, fozzie, speaks in his normal voice again.
Fozzie: uh-oh....
The roosters jump on fozzie And attack him again while fozzie screams loudly And yelps in pain
Fozzie: OOUH! EEEH!!! AAAAAA THAT HURTS!!!
Bonzor And kermoot were chuckling. Then suddenly, the muppets look outside their Windows of the boarding home And AGAIN see "wocka agent bear" being attacked by Bonzor's roosters, And fozzie's sunglasses And hat fall down, revealing his True form, And he screams loudly for help
Fozzie: HEEEEEEEELP!!!! SOMEONE HELP MEEEEE!!!! MR. WOCKA AGENT BEAAAAAAAAR!!!!!!!!
All of the muppets from the boarding home gasp
All the muppets: Fozzie!?!?
Kermit: I KNEW he was hiding something!! FOZZIE!! HANG ON!!
Then suddenly, an shadowy figure that looked like a bear, maybe... Real Wocka agent bear!? He comes out of the shadows And he had his face shadowed, except for his eyes And sunglasses, and he speaks up in his voice of foozie from muppets 2011 And he had a deadly look on his face
Wocka agent bear: ...leave the kid alone...
The roosters stop attacking fozzie And look at wocka agent bear, kermoot, Bonzor And all the muppets look at the REAL Wocka agent bear, and fozzie gasps
Fozzie: IT- IT- IT'S WOCKA AGENT BEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAR!!!!!
Some whatnots (from muppets Show) And muppets who lived in their own houses looked outside their Windows to watch the scenario
Then the instrumental from Garfield game tango toss (high quality) comes on And wocka agent bear attacks kermoot first, with a "POW!" on the lips and fists
Kermoot: AHH!!!
Kermoot falls on the ground, wocka agent bear looks at Bonzor, who is sweating
Bonzor the fantastic: UHH... IT- IT WASNT MY IDEA!! I SWEAR-
Wocka agent bear gives a "POW" on bonzor's lips with his fists to Bonzor
Bonzor the fantastic: AAAAH!!
Bonzor falls on the ground too, And both kermoot And Bonzor sit up, And bonzor's roosters run go Bonzor And hide behind him
Wocka agent bear: now... You two leave this kiddo alone, before I didnt do something to you two And the... MOOPETS...
Kermoot And Bonzor nod And they get up and ran away, And bonzor's roosters run away with them
Bonzor the fantastic: AAAAAAA!!!!
Kermoot: RUN YOU ACROBATIC ALIEN!!! RUN!!!
Fozzie gets up and he looks at wocka agent bear with a huge smile on his face, And the muppets get out of the boarding home And walk towards fozzie And wocka agent bear
Fozzie: I- Its really you!!! You're wocka agent bear!!!
Wocka agent bear: mh-hm, I indeed am. And you're not. You pretended to be me, kiddo. Thats not wockatastic for my fans, y'kno?
Fozzie: uh, well... Im- uhh... Im very sorry if I pretended to be you, Mr. Wocka agent bear... Its just that you're my wockatastic idol! And im your wockatastic fan!
Wocka agent bear nods
Wocka agent bear: I understand that, kiddo. But thats not very wockatastic towards your friends too.
Wocka agent bear points at the other muppets that are standing outside the gate of the boarding home, And they were all looking at fozzie, they were sort of angry at him.
Fozzie: oh... I-...
Fozzie sighs
Fozzie: im sorry, Guys... I just wanted to prove you all that wocka agent bear DOES exist, but I more made you all angry... And I made wocka agent bear look bad...
He looks down at the floor And he looks sad And guilty, Kermit And the whole muppets gang then dont look Mad anymore, they now look like they were calmed that fozzie was brave enough to say the truth. And wocka agent bear puts his hand on fozzie's shoulder.
Wocka agent bear: you know, kiddo? You're very brave because you Said the truth to your friends, now THAT'S a thing that a good fan And friend would do.
Fozzie: r-really?
Fozzie looks at wocka agent bear
Wocka agent bear: ofcourse, kiddo. And I respect you as my good fan. And now, Im very proud of ya. Im sure your friends are too.
He looks at Kermit And the whole muppets gang and they all nod And look happy that fozzie Said the truth
Fozzie smiles And then he nods
Fozzie: Woah! It looks like i learned a wocklesson this night! Hahahaha!
Some muppets groan from that joke but they Chuckle too
Wocka agent bear: ya sure did, kiddo. And im proud of ya. And never forget, I know my fans' every move, especially yours now.
Fozzie nods And hugs wocka agent bear tightly
Fozzie: m-mm! Thank you, Mr. Wocka agent bear! Wocka wocka wockaaa!!
Wocka agent bear looks surprised from that tight hug, but he hugs fozzie back
Wocka agent bear: wocka, wocka, wocka.
Then wocka agent bear looks at fozzie
Wocka agent bear: well, before I go, want an autograph, kiddo?
Fozzie: I would love that!
He takes out his poster of wocka agent bear and he signatures on it
Wocka agent bear: im glad to see you happy now, kiddo. Good luck kiddo. I hope we'll see each other again like how I do see my other fans.
Fozzie: ooohhh I cant wait to see you again, Mr. Wocka agent bear!
Wocka agent bear smiles a little bit like a faint smile And he waves a little bit And runs away back in the shadows
Fozzie had the biggest smile on his face And he jumped up and down from joy
Fozzie: MMMMMMM I MET WOCKA AGENT BEAR!!!!
Kermit: ya sure did, fozz! But you still lied to us tho.
Kermit crosses his arms the rest of the muppets gang did And they look at fozzie
Fozzie: well... I Said I was sorry! I wont do that anymore! Promise!
Kermit And the whole muppets gang smile And Chuckle And they all hug together
Gonzo: well! Lets go inside, im kinda sleepy-
Everyone nods And go back inside the muppets boarding home
Meanwhile a little bit with wocka agent bear, he had a few pictures of fozzie disguising himself as wocka agent bear, And he smiled a little bit And chuckled
Wocka agent bear: Im glad that kiddo learned. I hope i'll see that brave comedian bear again.
-
And the instrumental of lazytown song "man on a mission" plays while the credits are on:
The screens shows the "the end" screen
Created by: Emin Muslich (eminsunnytoons123)
Main characters that mostly spoke: fozzie, Kermit, miss piggy
Supporting characters that spoke more: Pepe, Rizzo, gonzo
Characters that spoke a few Times or once/Sang a few Times: Janice, rowlf, Leon, yolanda, Leon, bean, Hilda, cliffster, Vicki, chip, the rest of the whole muppets gang
Characters that have been mentioned by the characters or narrator but didnt spoke: Ubu, zondra, Tammy the red haired whatnot, selena the brunette haired whatnot, Clifford, digit, Lindbergh, Waldo C Graphic, Cliffy, Zoot (except for playing the saxophone)
Villains: Kermoot, Bonzor the fantastic, bonzor's roosters
Guest characters: Wocka agent bear
Music/songs: man on a mission instrumental From lazytown And muppets' version of the song, tango toss theme from Garfield tango toss game
I hope y'all enjoyed this pilot episode I made for TMS: LITBH i literally worked on this pilot episode nearly this whole Day ^///^;
I'll make the episode 1 of season 1 on Friday =^_^=
And this is for all my besties/Sisters And brothers/pen pals:
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andreil being domestic in front of the foxes
Everyone is so surprised to see these two being soft! -A
latest foxes react asks
Foxes react to coupley Andreil here
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Foxes walk in on cute andreil here
more foxes react
andreil having incomprehensible convos here
andreil + pda here and andreil casual pda here
kandreil coming out to wymack/the foxes here
andreil secret marriage here and secret marriage/relationship here
‘It's a Home’ here
‘I Found’ here
‘A Dad By Any Other Name’ and ‘small as a wish in a well’ here
‘you're here and you're you’ here
‘it starts like this,’ ‘Love's an Endgame, but It's Not a Game,’ ‘hedge your bets,’ ‘can you keep a secret?,’ ‘The Bet,’ ‘We aim to win,’ ‘They Look Like The Stars,’ and the tumblr posts here
‘Andreil Massages Turned War…’ here
‘andrew minyard’s gossip sessions with david wymack’ here
‘What everyone doesn't see unless they look close enough.’ series: part 1 here, part 2 here, part 3 here
‘Secret Privacy’ here
‘simple romance,’ ‘call it what you want,’ ‘The Foxes Date Night,’ and ‘Andrew scares the waiter’ here
‘Consequences of Coaching’ here
‘they match’ and ‘baby, baby’ here
‘Better than a Blanket, Your Coat’ here
‘Surprise?’ here
and more
‘night by night’ here
‘you make my heart shake, bend & brake,’ ‘we'll be the last ones dancing…,’ and ‘you, forever, everyday.’ here
‘Calling All My Lovelies,’ ‘for a heart beats best…,’ ‘Not boyfriends,’ and ‘Neil calling Andrew cute nicknames’ here
‘I'll See You in My Dreams’ and ‘Seeing Stars’ here
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‘Same old fresh air’ here
‘never stood a chance’ and ‘You've Begun to Feel Like Home’ here
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‘Dare You,’ ‘never have i ever…,’ ‘Too Drunk,’ and ‘Here.’ here
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‘The Love We Lost (then found)’ here (completed)
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canon compliant, post canon Minyard-Josten rivalry here
details of Andreil being intimate go public here
andreil in a magazine here
‘Professor Neil’ series here
‘Stop Me If You Think You've Heard This One Before’ here
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tw: scars
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Chapter 86: Three times Andrew couldn't help but smile and one time he chose to.
Chapter 100: foxes react to neil buying the maserati for andrew
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Headcanons for being Jiraiya's sister
the results of staying up late and letting your random side decide what to post on your blog.
★ First off, I just wanna say he thinks you're scary 😭
★ You don't play any games if/when you catch him spying on women.
★ Whenever Tsunade's too tired to whoop his ass, you'll do it for her!!
★ Even if you get onto him about being a perv .. you're his sister so it makes sense you pick up some of those perverted attributes. you hide it very well though because you know very well that jiraiya would not let you live it down 😭
★ You two are pretty distant ngl. But whenever y'all randomly see each-other while walking by you point at him (like that spiderman meme 💀)
★ You met Naruto and sometimes Jiraiya gets a little jelly whenever you treat Naruto like a little brother (and u can't help it, he's too cute)
★ But nah you hit him on the head whenever he pouts like a baby and then give him a lil side–hug
★ YOU TWO CAN'T TAKE ANYTHING SERIOUSLY. jiraiya will say something that sounds oddly sexual and then you two will have the most intense staring contest then proceed to laugh like idiots 😭 especially in tsunade's office, she'll just wait until yall are done with one of those red marks on her head
★ Dinner is so fun. You feel guilty for stealing Naruto's frog wallet but you and jiraiya get drinks or something. You don't even discuss the Akatsuki's whereabouts most of the time, just random stuff.
★ When Naruto's asleep after training you two take a quick cloud–watching break and laugh whenever one looks like a butt or something lmao
★ He's not too protective of you since you can damn well take care of yourself but if someone insults you while you're away he'll slap them for sure.
★ He likes to annoy you.
★ "[name].." he pokes your cheek, examining your peaceful sleeping face to see if it would stir. His favorite passtime is waking you up from your slumber while you two are together. His eyes hold a childish glint in them as your eyebrows subconsciously furrow and your hands, that lay beside you, splay out a little more.
★ He does the same action once again, this time his finger pushing more into your flesh. He gasps a little and retracts his hand as your eyes snap wide open right after as if anticipating for him to poke you again. He's aware of how grouchy you are whenever you're woken up, so he takes a step back and raises his hands in front of himself as if telling you to wait. He definitely wasn't expecting for you to actually wake up. "Hello there, dear sister."
★ You show him no mercy as your eye twiches, and like a monkey reaching for a banana, you jump at him and knock him to the floor, giving the hardest punches you could muster. Your eyes are as red as a demon's and that's not because of your tiredness. "DON'T! WAKE! ME! UP!"
★ yeah my creativity goes wild whenever i imagine things.
★ But anyways, he loves embarrassing you. Like giving you piggy–back rides in public. You hate how Naruto finds it amusing. You growl (which sounds pathetic considering that you're on your brother's back) whenever he laughs.
★ Yeah, you embarrass Jiraiya too. You call him things like Ji–chan or Froggy–boy. Its funny whenever he crosses his arms like a kid and tells you to stop it.
★ He thinks you're cool. You've been through so much with him, from fighting enemies to beating his ass for spying on women, he couldn't ask for a better sister. (He'd never say this out loud.) And that's why he swears on his life that he'd always be there for you until the day he dies :(
★ 8/10 brother. Goofy and annoying but still cool.
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Hello, amazing person.
I am asking for yet again another WHB headcanon from you because I cannot sleep and would like to know; How would our dear demons sleep ? If they sleep at all.
We know for a fact that at least Hades' demons share a room, Barbatos talks in his sleep (from Foras' daily chat), that Stolas needs his pillow... (Stolas' daily chat) but how do you picture the rest of them ?
Do they wear fancy pajamas or stay naked ? Do some of them require a plushie or a special pillow, even drag someone to cuddle with ? Do they even have actual beds or sleep on a couch instead ? Do they sleep on the side of the mattress or with splayed limbs like a starfish ? Tell me everything.
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🪰anon sent me a request. I cannot ignore it. Even though they are also making me take a (terrible) test to figure out my second gender. They just keep distracting me from my important task of finishing my OC splash pages. My brain is fried, but I shall respond 😤
Is it bad if I think Andrealphus sleeps with his eyes open? Like, maybe not fully, but at least partly. Like, they were so badly injured when he was young that I feel there was a period of time where he couldn't properly close them, so he learned to sleep with them open to some capacity. Also don't think he can sleep in the same room as other people because he never knows who may stab him in the back/unsure he will wake up to them still alive. He has trauma, man... Also, he sleeps in the clothes he wore all day.
Bathin sleeps perfectly still and can sleep anywhere. In his travels, he has had to sleep in some strange, small, and/or questionable places so he's learned to roll with the punches.
Gusion counts sheep for fun. Except he counts in weird paterns. Think... He'll count by primes (2,3,5,7,11,13,etc) or squares (1,4,9,16,25,etc).
Naberius sometimes sleeps in puppy form. He also sleeps naked.
Bael hasn't used his own bed in so long that it has gathered dust.
Valefor somehow goes weight training in his sleep. I'm not sure how that's possible, but he has.
Eligos bed is filled will stuffed animals of only the highest quality. They each have a name and a backstory. They are absolutely perfect, not a stitch out of place. There are so many that they are used in place of pillows. Also, he has an absolutely insane bedtime skin/hair routine to make sure he wakes up as cute as always. He, of course, has the most adorable sheer pajamas.
Bimet sleeps cuddling an old school piggy bank.
Marbas sleeps tied to his bed. It's his thing. He enjoys it very much.
Dantalian sleeps in an Ebenezer Scrooge outside. I cannot explain this one. It's just a vibe.
Phenix wakes up to ruined sheets every morning because he can't escape endless orgasms even in his sleep. Yes, he sleeps naked. He also has super soft sheets. Like, the softest.
Astaroth's snake is free roam at night, but he always wakes up to it already cuddled around him because it's looking for warmth (and love).
Paimon will never allow anyone to know it, but he wakes up a hot mess every morning and spends hours getting himself put together.
Getting near Leraye while he sleeps? You will be cuddled and he won't let go.
I feel like Glasyalabolas sleeps sitting up? I don't know why, but I can picture him in a chair, arms crossed, and very stoic in his sleep. He wakes up the second someone enters the room and will wake up. Light sleeper things.
Bonus: Solomon never slept alone. I don't think anyone would let him. lol
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Just Let It Be~ J.Q
Anonymous asked:
Hi!! I love ur stories!! They really make me feel something and I appreciate your writing a lot!! I was wondering if you could do a JQ x reader where the reader is part of the cast of House of the Dragon and she and Joseph have been dating for about a little over a year now but they havent made it public yet. The both of them got thrown into fame over night so they’re both like each others comfort person when it comes to handling fame and the anxiety that comes with it. The rest of the cast of house of the dragon like to tease her about him in interviews with saying how much they adore him and how undeniably hot he is without mentioning his name (and the ST cast do the same with reader) but the fans start to grow suspicious of them so they decide to make their first couple appearence together at the dior show in Paris. Her co-star Fabien Frankel is also there, but the crowd goes so wild over them that they both need to protect her from it before she literally gets trampled :)) thank u!!!! Keep up the good work xxx
Author's Note : Thank you so much lovely, that means so much to me <3
" You look a little stressed. When are you seeing your man?" Emma asked as they walked over to you watching you run your fingers through your hair as you let out a sigh. It has been stressful day today with filming and you would be home tomorrow for a couple of days to see Joseph.
Joseph and you have met over a year ago through a mutual friend who thought you two had to meet and you would be perfect for him. As soon as his eyes met yours, he was smitten. You never met someone as beautiful as Joseph.
No one knew that you were dating Joseph, you both liked to keep you love life private. Your cast mates from House Of Dragon and his cast mates from Stranger Things knew all about you and Joseph.
But it doesn't stop them from teasing you from time to time. Same went to Joseph.
" I'll be home tomorrow to see him"
" She can't wait to for a stress relief" Matt, your co star teased as he wiggled his eyebrows up and down with a smirk on his face.
" Leave the poor girl alone, Smith" Fabian says as he wraps around you, " but we all know she won't be getting any sleep" he teased, your cheeks reddened as you pushed him away. He threw his head back laughing with Matt as the two loved to tease you the most about your love life.
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Joseph's head turned at the sound of the door being unlocked, the jingle of your keys brought a smile on his face as he headed out of the kitchen to peek around the corner.
You walked into the share apartment as you rolled your suitcase in leaving it by the door, removing your shoes and putting them with the others by the closet door and hanging up your coat once you have it off.
You set your keys in the little bowl right next to Joseph's keys with your phone on the little table. A small smile lights up on your face seeing the picture next to the key bowl. Joseph was giving you piggy back ride while you were looking at him and he looked at you with a smile on his face.
" Hi love" you heard Joseph greet you as you were two busy staring at the picture. One of your favorite pictures in the apartment of you and your boyfriend. Your head turned seeing he was leaning against the wall with his arms folded across his chest.
" Hi there" you made your way over to him, he dropped his arms that crossed his chest as he wraps his arms around you and pulls you close to him. You lean up brushing your nose against his as you look into his brown beautiful eyes.
" I've missed you" you mumble against his lips, wrapping your arms around his neck and playing with the little hairs at the back of his neck by his hair.
" I've missed you more" he captures your lips with his as they move as one. You have missed the feeling of being in his arms, the feeling of his lips against your own, the way he smiled and looked at you, the way it felt right when he was around and you missed when he told you he loves you.
You pulled away as sniffed the air.
" Are you cooking?" you asked. He nods.
" I wanted to make dinner for you. I know how stressed you must be" you rose your eyebrow at that. You never mentioned it to him how these past few days have been difficult.
" Where did you hear that?" he shyly smiles as he shrugs pulling away. You squinted your eyes at him as you watch him rub the back of his neck with his cheeks turning red.
" I might of texted Fabian.." He shrugs but turns his back as he heads back to the kitchen remembering he was cooking still and it wasn't done. You follow him to the kitchen watching from the door way as he stands besides the stove.
" Fabian?" He nods as he looks over at you briefly before goes back to cooking. " Why Fabian?" He points a spatula at you.
" Because Matt would of asked me about our plans and then would tease me how much you have me wrapped around your finger"
You giggled.
" I would of texted Emma but she would just get Matt in it two and the both of them would never stop"
" Right" you chuckled as you made your way over to him and wrap your arms around him as you laid your head on his back.
" Why don't you go get comfy love? Wash up and everything you need while I finish? I'm almost done, then we can get dinner and we can cuddle in bed? How does that sound?" He asks as he looks at you over his shoulder.
" Sounds perfect just like you" his cheeks paint the color red as he brings one of your hands that were latched around his waist up to his lips, places a kiss on top.
You were perfect.
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" We are here with Emma D'Arcy, Matt Smith, Fabian Frankel and Y/N L/N. Some of the cast members of House Of Dragon" the interview said with her card in her hands as she sits in her chair. You sat in between Fabian and Matt. " How are you doing?"
" Thank you for having us" you say. They all chorus in that they are good and that they were ready for this interview. The interviewer had asked about the show, how everyone was getting a long, tried to get some spoilers and shared laughs.
Then she turns you.
" Y/N, since coming onto the show, you have been such a sensation with your character. You're every where, fans adore you and the press loves you. How does all of this feel?"
" It's wild how overnight everything changed in my life. I'm still not used to all this love, from the fans and from my cast mates who are so sweet and wonderful" you reached over to pat Matt on the chest, he smiles over to you. " I don't think I am ever going to get used to this feeling, it blows my mind how much my life sky rocketed. I can't never thank enough for the support. It brings me to tears and makes me so happy how much people adore me.. thank you.."
Your eyes brim with tears as you talk about it.
" Awe we love you" Fabian says. " You're one of the best" he adds.
You put your hand on your heart as you pout a little.
" Thank you"
The interview asks Matt a couple of questions, laughs with him as she moves to Fabian then to Emma and then to you.
" I got to ask Y/N. Are you single?" Fabian smirks in his chair with his hands folded in his lap. Matt does to as he leans his head on his head, smirking behind his hand. Emma giggles. The interviewer is confused on what's happening.
" No I'm not" you answered.
" She got a hot man in her life" Emma says as they shared a look with you. Your eyes motion for them to not say anything.
" He's quite the looker" Matt jokes, Fabian agrees.
" Such an eye candy" Emma giggles. Your cheeks are beet red as you look down at your lap.
" He's really really really really really really pretty. I adore him so much, he's been my safe place whenever I"m anxious or feeling down. Honestly, he's made me the better person I am today and every day I'm thankful to have someone like my boyfriend by my side through it all" you say when you look back up.
" Awe" Emma gushed putting their hands together hearing you gush over your boyfriend.
" She's in love" Matt and Fabian say together.
" I am" you smile wide, nibbling on your bottom lip.
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Joseph had an interview with Jamie today too, he was a bit busy when you got back to the apartment missing hearing him greet you with a kiss or a hug. That man is your everything.
You had folded some clothes back in your shared closet with Joseph and answered some emails before Joseph walked into your shared bedroom. He wore sunglasses on top of his curls, he wore a white shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbow with jeans and he wore that shy smile you love whenever he looked at you.
" Hi lovely" he greets you as he opens his arms. His fingers wiggle as he waits for you to walk into his arms and when you do, he buries his head into your hair breathing in your scent. He loves coming home to you and feeling like everything is better.
" How was your interview? you asked as you look up at him. His hand reaches up to brush your hair behind your ears. Immediately your heart flutters at his action.
" It went well, they asked about you" he says. You raise your eyebrow asking him to go on. You were interested in where was this going.
" They asked if I was single and who had happened to capture my heart"
" I hope you didn't say my name. I mean we did agree to not let people know" He nods, his lips ghosting against your forehead.
" Don't worry love, I didn't. Jamie on the other hand had called you that I have a hot girlfriend waiting for me at home. He called you sweet as a cupcake and cute as a button too" He scrunched up his nose because at the time Jamie said this, he felt a green monster knocking.
" Sweet as a cupcake? Where did Jamie get that?" He shrugs, a small frown is on his face which you take notice. Your hands up his cheeks, " You know your the only one I love and want to be with"
He nods.
" Stop frowning and pouting. I was asked about in my interview too"
" Oh?" Joseph title his head to the side a bit as you reach up to remove the sunglasses on top of his head and walk over to the small dresser laying them there with the others.
" Don't worry, I didn't say your name or anything else. Matt, Fabian and Emma had told them how hot my boyfriend is and that I was in love"
He made his way over to you as he wraps his arm around you and puts his head on your shoulder as he kisses it.
" Are you?" you turn to look at him over your shoulder giving him a look like what kind of question is that. He chuckles as he shrugs loving to hear that you love him.
" You know I do. With my whole entire heart and being"
" To the moon and back?"
" To the moon and back"
" Forever?"
" Forever" you nod turning in his arms as you go on your toes to kiss him.
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The fans have been getting suspicion about you and Joseph, they had comment on the photos you post on social media that you were maybe dating Joseph. They had put two and two when Jamie talked about how Joseph had a hot girlfriend at him and your cast members told the interviewer that you had a hot boyfriend at home. It was if those words were clues for them.
Some pictures were posted on the internet of you walking with a man with a baseball cap, and sunglasses covering his eyes. Joseph had done his best to cover up when the two of you went out that date to a small cafe.
You had seen some of his fans and yours with the shirts they were wearing. But no one came up to take pictures or say anything. Later that day, photos of you and Joseph emerged on the internet. But you could not tell it was Joseph.
You had shown Joseph the picture.
" Maybe it's time I get to show the whole world how beautiful my girlfriend is? I want to be able to show you off" he sits besides you on the bed. He takes the phone from your hands and placed it on the small table. Joseph turns back around and takes your hands in his.
" Are you sure? We did agree that we wanted to keep our relationship private" He nods, bringing your hand to his lips and kisses it.
" I know love, but I'm ready for the whole world to know how much I love you. That you're mine, I want to show you off and talk about you without secrets. I'm ready if you are"
" I'm ready too" Joseph's eyes beam with happiness as he tackles you on the bed peppering your face with kisses.
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Flashes of the camera, shocked looks on faces and the yelling was all you heard and saw as you showed up with Joseph in Paris for the Dior show. Your eyes squinted at the lights as you shield yourself from the cameras.
" Love, are you alright?" Joseph asks as he looks down at you, stopping for a moment. He let his assistant know that he needed a moment. You moved your head away from his shoulder to look at his concern eyes.
" I'm okay" you nodded, taking a deep breathe" He laces his fingers through yours as he waits for you until your ready. He can see how you needed a moment to yourself.
A hand places on your back. You turn your head to see the face of your co star and close friend Fabian.
" What are you doing here Fabian?" He stands by your side offering you a small smile.
" I'm here for support, Joseph told me that you were going to be here with him. The both of you were coming out the world"
You turn to look at your boyfriend as he is talking with his assistant, he is leaning down as she whispers something in his ear but his eye lock with yours. They are filled with love and reassurance that it will be okay.
" I love you" you mouth to him. He smiles as he reads your lips.
" I love you more" he mouths to you.
" I'm ready" Joseph laces his fingers with yours and Fabian is behind you as the both of them walk with you. You can hear the screaming, the gasps and the photographers shouting for you to pose with Joseph.
One of your favorites that you did with Joseph was his arm wrapped around you as he looks down at you while you look up at him. His brown eyes are shining with happiness.
You took one with Fabian, but once you were done, Joseph went back to your side as he leans down whispering into your ears.
" Fabian is going to come with us, there are going to be many people love. Hold onto my hand, Fabian will be behind you if anything, everything will be okay" he kisses your cheek as he walks with you, sending Fabian and nod too, as a thank you.
You saw some fans trying to reach Joseph for a photo but they saw you too.
" Y/N! Joseph!"
" Oh my god they are together! I'm so happy!"
" Joseph! Y/N! A picture" Joseph and you both leaned over to take a quick one while you were walking. Fabian's hand falls on your back as he says, " come on, there are more coming."
He looks back to look at the fans rushing to you and Joseph.
Joseph looks back at you to see if you were there following, you were and he sends you a smile as you two continue to walk. Once the both of you found your seats, Fabian is on your other side as he said he would be there making sure your okay.
" Thank you so much for this, for being here and for being here to support us" you tell him. Fabian nods, " I just want to make sure you are okay. I'm here for you"
You turn back to Joseph as he looks around and you reach for your hand to lace your fingers through his.
" Tomorrow, the world will know I'm yours" Josephs look down at you as he leans over to kiss your cheek. His facial hair tickling your cheek causing you to giggle.
" And I'm yours. Whatever the world throws at us, we will do it together"
" Together" you nodded.
#joseph quinn x you#imagine joseph quinn#joseph quinn x reader#joseph quinn imagine#joseph quinn#joseph quinn x y/n#joseph quinn x fem!reader#jewls writes
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what would remus contact name for sirius be and vice versa?
this is just…..,me projecting. and i got carried away and it’s so long. you’ve been warned
i think sirius is an emoji girlie and remus’ contact name would be “💞🥰✨🫶🤭 baby 💖🥺💞💫🫣” or some random nickname/pet name that changes once a week that he comes up with while drunk & remus pretends to hate but actually enjoys.
idk like one time they were leaving a new years eve party & sirius got smashed & had to be bodily removed from the vicinity and taken home, and eventually remus just let him go piggy back bc they were getting absolutely nowhere fast & sirius was so giddy ab being carried by his big tall bf that he launched into the most horrific 20-minute rendition of just the “he’ll be a strong man” bit of “i can make you a man” from rocky horror which like…..definitely didn’t fit the occasion & remus very much bitched ab being compared to rocky. and when they woke up hungover the next day remus was like “thank god he was too plastered to remember that” but then sirius rolled over & snuggled up real close & pressed his nose to remus’ neck all sweet and said so so softly “he’ll be a stroooong maaaaan” and remus is like oh god oh fuck oh no please but it’s too late, and then next thing he knows his name in sirius’ phone for the next week is “😈💪👅strooong maaan🥵❤️🔥🤭” until he thinks of something new
but the contact photo always stays the same & it’s a grainy black & white pic of sirius practically climbing on top of remus in a photo booth & kissing his cheek all cute & it’s been sirius’ favorite pic of them for like two years bc remus is smiling so so big & it makes his little heart melt every time he sees it
i think remus would use emojis very sparingly all around and almost always only with sirius, so his name in remus’ phone would be something sweet and simple like “Sirius 💕” or just “S ♥️” but sirius steals his phone often to take selfies as a gift & change his contact name, so sometimes remus opens their text thread & finds that sirius’ name is “light of my life💖💞♥️❤️🔥💕” or “✨💫my most beautiful and perfect love ✨💫”
half the time the name is too long to be completely visible in imessage, so one day he goes to text sirius ab meeting for lunch and finds “❤️🔥🔥🥵hot & sexy bf who loves me so so much & wants me so bad & needs me to fuck him on our…” and the rest is cut off. he just laughs it off bc he’s a good sport and as always he goes to check his camera roll bc sirius always leaves selfies behind when he does this but he opens the app to find about twenty incredibly salacious photos and two videos waiting and he has to put his phone down for a solid three minutes, then just sends sirius a text that says “i fucking hate you” and sirius immediately knows what it is so he goes “👹👅😈❤️🔥” and then remus says “come home for lunch” and that’s that
but remus’ contact photo for sirius is a picture sirius took of them at the park last summer when out of nowhere he’d said “oh my god remus come here look how pretty the lighting is” & then took about four hundred pictures of them lying under a tree. they left the park with mild sunburns and a bigger icloud storage subscription on remus’ phone
#u ask tortoise answers#anon#tortoise writes a novel ab an ask for no reason#<- that’s the ramble tag
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I've finally watched the Muppets 2011 with my dad, and it was a blast!! I love its sense of humor (seriously, that Muppet man joke had me CACKLING), and it's so heart-warming in its simplicity and having a good time despite the trials the Muppets went through... I feel like I can't wipe this smile off my face (ehe)
Do you have any other Muppet or puppet media you'd recommend? I thought I'd ask you since you're the resident puppet expert, and I've been wanting to get into more puppet-related stuff :P
OH YAYYYY I’m so glad you liked it!!
And I do have other Muppet/puppet media I would recommend, thank you so much for asking (and gosh I am incredibly flattered you consider me the resident puppet expert). This is going to be LONG (sorry about that in advance), so under the cut it goes!
First off, I’d recommend the sequel to Muppets 2011, Muppets Most Wanted! It’s about the Muppets going on a world tour after getting back together in the previous movie, only for a criminal mastermind named Constantine (who looks exactly like Kermit) to hijack the tour, sending the real Kermit to prison and pretending to be Kermit so he can hide from the law and use the tour as a chance to steal the Crown Jewels. It’s a really great comedy heist that’s also an INCREDIBLE musical, and it has the same humor and sense of heart that Muppets 2011 has. I haven’t seen it in a while, but I have incredibly fond memories of watching it with my sibling when we were younger, and I think you would really enjoy it.
I would also recommend the original Muppet Show! I haven’t finished watching it yet (I’m on season 4 of 5 at the moment) but it’s a really fun show that serves as a love letter to old vaudeville theater and is just consistently entertaining. There’s no overarching plot and you can pretty much watch any episode in any order, though I would suggest that if you’re interested in checking it out, you watch the Harry Belafonte episode first - it’s regarded by a lot of fans (including me) as being the best episode of the series, and gives a very good idea of what the rest of the show is like.
(Also I HIGHLY recommend you watch the pitch reel for The Muppet Show, which you can find on YouTube here. It’s not essential viewing by any means, but it’s very funny and gives a bit of context for what the field of entertainment was like at the time the show was pitched)
The original trilogy of Muppet films are also absolutely stellar. The Muppet Movie is the story of how the Muppets got together, The Great Muppet Caper is essentially an AU where Fozzie and Kermit are brothers working for a newspaper and trying to prove Miss Piggy innocent of a jewel robbery, and Muppets Take Manhattan is essentially an AU where the Muppets were all friends in college and are trying to put on a show in New York. The original trilogy films are really fun in my opinion because they play fast and loose with what’s real and what’s fake; Kermit admits at the beginning of The Muppet Movie that it’s only an approximate retelling of how the Muppets actually got together, and the other two movies in the trilogy are telling completely separate stories than the main Muppet timeline, with The Great Muppet Caper even having an entire song devoted to telling the audience that it’s just a movie and that it isn’t actually canon. They all have INCREDIBLE soundtracks, too, the songs from these movies are some of my favorite Muppet songs ever.
Fraggle Rock isn’t really considered a piece of Muppet media anymore, since when Disney bought the rights to the Muppets they didn’t bother buying it as well, but it was originally a Muppet production and all of the stuff I watched as a kid referred to it as a Muppet production, so I’m counting it as a Muppet production still lol. Fraggle Rock is an absolutely amazing show on all levels; the puppetry is great, the songs are all stellar, the characters are so well-written, and despite being a show aimed at kids it never talks down to its audience, handling serious issues like death and prejudice with the respect they deserve. It’s probably best to go into Fraggle Rock as blind as possible (unlike The Muppet Show, there is an overarching story, though you don’t really find out that there is one until towards the end of Season 1) so all I’ll say is that it’s probably one of my favorite Muppet productions ever and that the finale, without exaggeration, made me cry for 30 minutes straight. There’s also a Fraggle Rock reboot called Fraggle Rock: Back to The Rock, and while I personally don’t think it’s as good as the original series, it’s still REALLY amazing and you can tell that the team working on it really cares about the og series. If you do end up watching Fraggle Rock, I’d recommend the reboot as well!
Getting into a bit more obscure territory here, but Tales From Muppetland: The Frog Prince is very near and dear to my heart. It’s a Muppet retelling of the Frog Prince fairytale, with the twist that the princess has been cursed by the same witch that the frog prince has been cursed by! The relationship between Prince Robin and Princess Melora is really cute, and it’s clear that the two of them really care for each other. I love the changes that it makes to the original fairytale, too; I mentioned the twist of Melora also being cursed, which gives her and Robin the chance to bond and leads to a very sweet song about finding someone who understands who you are and what you’ve gone through, but the story is also altered so that Robin explains why he needs Melora to kiss him instead of hiding the fact that he’s a prince from her - she doesn’t believe him, but I’m glad they made that change regardless. The witch is also a really fun villain! She’s reused from a previous Muppet production (Tales of The Tinkerdee) that was meant to be a pilot for a planned show but was never picked up, and I’m really glad she got a chance to shine in something that was actually officially released.
Sam and Friends is the first ever Muppet series, debuting in 1955, and while most of it is unfortunately lost media there are a couple episodes you can find online! I really like Sam and Friends (I have a book all about the making of the show), and I would recommend it both as a way to look at how far television puppetry has come and as just a genuinely very entertaining show in its own right - plus, the episodes are only 5 minutes long, so you can get through all the available episodes pretty quickly. My personal favorite episode is “Powder Burn,” a parody of the show Gunsmoke.
Emmet Otter’s Jug-Band Christmas is probably one of my favorite Christmas specials ever, despite me only watching it for the first time this past December. It’s a very earnest and emotional story about a family (Emmet Otter and his mother Alice Otter) living in poverty after the death of Emmet’s father. Both Emmet and Alice want to be able to give each other a good Christmas present, so they both enter the local talent contest on Christmas Eve in order to win the cash prize without telling each other. The soundtrack is done by the same man who did the soundtrack for The Muppet Movie (Paul Williams), and is just GORGEOUS - it manages to be silly and heartfelt at the same time, and does some really interesting stuff with the instrumentals, like having a kazoo solo during one of the more somber songs which somehow actually works! Like Fraggle Rock, it it isn’t afraid of tackling serious issues like death and poverty, and like Fraggle Rock, it made me bawl like a baby.
Finally, I would recommend both the documentary Of Muppets and Men and the Jim Henson Hour episode “Secrets of The Muppets” (I sadly haven’t watched enough of The Jim Henson Hour to give a proper recommendation, but from the little I’ve seen it’s very good). Both of these tackle the behind the scenes of working on the Muppets, with Of Muppets and Men being about the making of The Muppet Show specifically and “Secrets of The Muppets” being a general overview of the stuff the Muppets had done up to that point. I completely understand if you don’t want to see the behind the scenes workings of the Muppets (my mom doesn’t like seeing that kind of thing either and I get why), but if you do want to see it I can’t recommend these two enough. They do an excellent job at introducing and highlighting the skills of the troupe of Muppet performers, detailing specific tricks of puppeteering, and showing how everything comes together.
There’s definitely more Muppet media I want to recommend, but if I did so we’d be here FOREVER, and I still haven’t gotten to the puppet media recommendations! This list does serve as a pretty good starting point though - if you like Frog Prince and Jug-Band Christmas you’ll probably like the rest of the Tales From Muppetland specials, if you like one of the original trilogy of Muppet movies you’ll probably like the others in the trilogy, if you like Sam and Friends you’ll probably like the Muppets’ appearances on shows like the Ed Sullivan Show or the Jimmy Dean show that they made during that period, etc. Most of this stuff is on YouTube or the Internet Archive, but if you’re looking for something specific and can’t find it, let me know and I’ll do my best to locate it 👍
AND NOW AFTER 50 MILLION PARAGRAPHS WE ARE ON TO THE PUPPET MEDIA IN GENERAL RECOMMENDATIONS
I have to start this list off with my favorite movie of all time, The Dark Crystal. It’s a fantasy epic done entirely with puppets, and it is utterly gorgeous. All of the puppets are so detailed (I had the absolute blessing to see some of them when a local museum held a puppetry exhibit and the sheer amount of tiny details you can’t even SEE in the film are incredible), the world is so richly developed, the soundtrack is absolutely top-tier, and the amount of innovations in puppetry that this film causes are mind-blowing. There are traditional puppets, people in suits, radio-controlled puppets…the list goes on! I cannot recommend The Dark Crystal enough, it means so much to me and is probably the reason I’m so obsessed with puppets in the first place. It also has a prequel on Netflix called Age of Resistance - like the Fraggle Rock reboot, I don’t think it’s as good as the og, but it’s still absolutely stunning and the team working on it clearly cares about the world of the original film. Sadly, the prequel was cancelled after only one season :( I still recommend it if you like the film, but just go into it knowing that it’s gonna end on a cliffhanger.
The Little Shop of Horrors movie has an absolutely AMAZING puppet in the form of Audrey II, the film’s main antagonist. There are multiple Audrey II puppets, as the character grows throughout the entire film, and the biggest one required over 50 puppeteers to operate. There are no opticals or blue screens used for Audrey II (except for one scene at the very end of the film that they had to reshoot), and the effect is mind blowing. Little Shop is an absolutely incredible film overall, too, and thankfully doesn’t use Audrey II as a selling point or a gimmick - the puppet is incorporated very naturally into the film, and you appreciate the puppetry much more as a result.
I haven’t watched Labyrinth, but my sibling has and they really like it! From what I’ve seen of the puppetry, it’s really well done, and the movie seems very fun. Sorry I can’t give a better recommendation than that lol.
If we’re counting stop-motion animation as a form of puppetry (which I personally do considering the models are typically referred to as puppets), then I absolutely recommend checking out the work of LAIKA, which includes productions such as Coraline and Kubo and The Two Strings. I also highly recommend Wendell and Wild, made by former LAIKA supervising director Henry Selick, as well as Guillermo del Toro’s Pinocchio. All of these films are stunning, and they absolutely deserve the hype that surrounds them.
This one is a bit more preschool-centric, but when I was very little I was OBSESSED with Johnny and The Sprites, and having watched a bit of it again recently, I feel it still holds up somewhat for older audiences. It’s a show about a musician named Johnny who moves to a house in the woods in order to focus on his music only to find that the house is next to Grotto’s Grove, where a species of fairy-like beings called the Sprites live. The series is focused on Johnny teaching the Sprites about human stuff and the Sprites teaching Johnny about Sprite stuff in turn. It’s a very cute and charming show :3
On the complete opposite end of the spectrum is Mystery Science Theater 3000, a show about a man trapped in space with 4 robot companions and forced to watch bad movies as part of an evil science experiment. It’s very goofy and very immature at times, and 99% of the time you need a guide to understand the stuff they reference, but it’s great regardless, and despite being very simple the puppets are really well-designed. Unfortunately, one of the characters is named after the ethnic slur used against Romani people in the show’s original run; it wasn’t done out of any intentional malice and the creators changed her name when the show was revived and viewers expressed their concern, but if that sours your opinion on watching the original show I completely understand.
Don’t Hug Me I’m Scared is a classic, and for good reason - both the original webseries and the tv show riff off of and play with the stereotypes of traditional children’s puppet shows, while still clearly respecting the art of puppetry and giving it their own unique spin. It’s definitely on the spookier/gorier side of things, so MASSIVE content warning if you want to check it out, but DHMIS is very good and I adore it.
And with that, this very very very VERY long list comes to an end. I definitely didn’t mention everything that I wanted to - there are some excellent pieces of puppet media, like Starkid’s Starship, that I just haven’t gotten around to watching and thus can’t properly recommend - but like with the Muppet section, I’d suggest using this as a starting point. There’s a TON of puppet media out there, and this is just scratching the surface!
I hope this list helps, and that you find something on here that you enjoy :D
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