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lostalioth · 2 years

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𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬 𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝

→ premise: the handcuffs hanging on eddies bedroom wall interested you, you wanted to know why he had them. eddie didn’t know your curiosity would lead you to begging him to use them.

→ pairing: eddie munson x fem!reader

→ warnings: eighteen+, smut, begging, restraints [eddie uses the handcuffs hanging in his room], nicknames [princess, my girl, sweets], very small mention of satan and bi!eddie, a lil perv!eddie

→ a/n: 04 kinktober gimme feedback pls

Everything about Eddie Munson intrigued you from the very moment you met him sophomore year. things like his untamed curls, scared fingers from playing guitar, his inked skin. Skin littered with both stick & poke tattoos and professional ones he had done in the city. from his hobbies, music taste, and style to the handcuffs hanging on his wall.

You'd never actually step foot in Eddie's room until now. You’d been inside his trailer more times than you could count but never anywhere past the kitchen. Eddie had gotten used to your curiosity about him and all your questions. He actually found it quite cute, though he'd never tell you that.

He was quick to indulge your inquiry about what his room looked like. Eagerly jumping off the couch abandoning the movie currently playing, he grabs your hand pulling you to the kitchen. With his signature bow and a wave of his arm and a polite “after you princess” , he directs you down the dark narrow hallway. Failing miserably to hide your excitement your eyes lit up and you nearly bounced down the hall to his door. Eddie leaning up and following behind but not before stealing a quick peek at your ass as you pass. He secretly did that bow quite often around you simply to check you out. It was hard to resist, you in general are hard for him to resist or say no to. That being why he was so eager and willingly to fulfil your request.

Eddie’s room fit him more than you could’ve ever imagined. Dark and warm and filled with everything eddie. DND dice, sheets and sheets of campaign ideas and lord of rings book scattered all across his desk. Music posters plastered on all available wall space that isn't taken up by his guitars. His bed was unmade and in disarray which was unsurprising like the smell that filled his room. His cologne, the hint of weed and smoke. A smell you’ve grown oddly accustomed too and possibly fond of.

Something shiny catches your eye on the wall next to his closet, next to one of his guitars hung a pair of handcuffs.

There’s no time to stop the gears turning in your brain and the river of questions flooding out your mouth.

“Eddie, why do you have handcuffs?”

“How’d you get them?”

“Did you steal ‘em?”

“Is it a decoration thing or a kink thing?”

“Where’s the key for them?”

“Can I try ‘em on?”

Before you even noticed you had gravitated towards the shiny metal cuffs, and began playing with the latch and chain connecting each side.

“Woahhh alright slow down with the questions there sweets-“ before eddie could finish his sentence he had finally registered all the questions. Specifically the last one, you wanted to try them on. Now a thousand and one questions were going through his head. Did you wanna try it as a kink thing or a curiosity thing? Did you mean you wanted him to put them on you? And why in the hell was it making his pants much tighter all you did was ask questions.

“Is it a decoration or a kink thing?” You sighed and settled on one question at a time. Eddie shook his head trying to clear it, he walked over to you where you stood holding the cuffs. You looked so dough eyed and innocent despite what the latter half of what you were asking implied. He cleared his throat and adjusted his pants quickly. “It’s both but more of a kink thing and I thought they looked cool and kinda metal just hanging out in the open'' his voice sounded nervous and a bit shakey. The two of you had discussed sex briefly but never kinks and what either of you enjoyed. That is a line Eddie cant cross, if he knew the things that turned you on that got you riled up he'd never be able to get it out of his head. Especially if he knew he was one of things that gets you extremely riled up.

His answer made your stomach turn in a good and bad way. You felt slightly jealous of all the possible girls or guys he had used them on, but also his answer then implying he was dominant and that excited you. “How’d you get ‘em? Did you steal them?” You look up at Eddie waiting on an answer trying to hide your excitement and Eddie can feel his knees almost buckle cause he can see it. Confidence starts running through his veins and it comes across in his answer. “I might’ve stole ‘em mighta’ bought them you’ll never know princess” he smirked as he leaned in, his face much closer now to yours. His breath sent shivers down your spine, it smelt of spearmint and smoke.

“Where’s the key?” Your words came out a lot more rough and shakey then your last question. Eddie leans back and heads towards his bed, you not far on his heels looking like a lost puppy.

He pulls open his bedside drawer and rummaged through it a bit. You notice a box of opened condoms in there alongside a thing of baby wipes among other random items.he finds the small silver key, a little key that gives eddie a lot of power.

“Can I try 'em on?” You whisper under your breath suddenly, a lot less confident than when you spit it out the first time.

Eddie was rock fucking hard by now and parying to god, ozzy, satan anyone that you wouldn’t notice. Images of you laid out on his bed, face in his pillows and hands cuffed behind your back filled his head. He’s screwed, he’s so close to the edge of that line, one step and he’s over…

“Um nope!” He spits out fast and nearly rips the handcuffs from your hands, placing them back in their spot. He shoves the small key in his pocket and begins pulling you out of his room where all he can see when he looks around is all the places and ways he wants to fuck you while your hands are restrainted. This was a bad idea, very bad idea. “Well you’ve seen my room now, gave you the tour, it's small and messy, nothing special” he mumbled pulling you back towards the couch. His face flushed and very hot.

The only thought on your mind was if the handcuffs would be as tight as Eddie's hand was around your wrist and if it would feel the same.

Eddie had forced you to stay in the living room and watch the movie with him until you had to get back home to do homework. He drove you home, it was a silent ride besides his heavy breathing and your squirming in your seat, thighs squeezed together.

For weeks all you could think of was wanting to feel the cold metal tightened around your wrists, and what Eddie was capable of doing while you were restrained. Sometimes you felt cursed having such a curious mind. The thoughts made focusing harder and harder, especially around the boy that caused this. Eddie and his stupid handcuffs.

“Ah there's my girl!” Eddie beamed at Dustin and Mike who stood in front of him at his locker talking to him about tonight’s hellfire meeting when you came speeding up to him. Without saying a word you grab Eddie's wrist and drag him down the hall and out the exit behind the school where he parks.

“I’m guessing that means hellfire is canceled if our dungeon master just got kidnapped?” Dustin nervously chuckled as him and Mike stood dumbfounded, staring at the now empty spot Eddie was occupying. Mike simply shrugs, equally confused.

You hadn’t said a single word to Eddie besides “drive” and “trailer park” after you were both seated in his van. Too scared to question you he quickly starts the car up and begins driving away from the school. He was confused why you were making him go home, you knew he had hellfire today so he didn’t wanna mention it again. The both of you drove in silence until he pulled into the small grass area he and Wayne had decided as the ‘driveway’ in front of the trailer. You're the first to get out, walking around silently to his side, swinging the driver's side door open. Grabbing his hand now not his wrist and pulling him out, which was easy. He didn’t ever buckle his seat belt and even though Eddie could easily plant his feet and keep himself in place, he followed behind you letting you pull him.

You pulled the boy all the way through the front door, passed his uncle getting ready to leave. You give Wayne a polite smile and wave as you pass. “Hey sweetheart, Hey Ed’s” he greeted his nephew with a confused look not expecting him home before he headed off to work. Somehow he didn’t question you pulling his 5”10 nephew through his own home.

You hear Wayne shut the front door just as you pull Eddie through his bedroom door. The boy felt his palms get suddenly sweaty which he knew you could feel, and his heart started beating faster. He was mostly confused to start but now he was nervous, why were you pulling him into his room. He wasn’t dreaming right? Cause Eddie has had a dream like this, except that ended in things that best friends definitely don't do.

You grab the handcuffs off his wall and shove them into his chest, not dropping his hand. His eyes widen and he looks at your hand pushing the metal to him. “Handcuff me eddie, please” the sound that came out of your mouth when you said please sounded so pretty. Eddie had to shut his eyes tight and open them back up quickly to double check this was real. His adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed hard and squeezed your hand. “What? No sweets i'm not gonna handcuff you” he chuckled, still nervous and wishing slightly this was a prank even though your request made his cock twitch in his jeans. He shallows thickly and adjusts the collar of his hellfire shirt that feels like it's 2 sizes too small suddenly.

“Eddie, please handcuff me. Handcuff me i can't stop thinking about it” you tug on his hand that you’re holding and it pulls his body closer. Eddie tries chalking your last statement up to your curiosity even if he feels hope spark in his heart. He shakes his head no and is mumbling it over and over under his breath. the next thing that comes out your mouth makes him choke on his words.

“Please Ed’s handcuff me, handcuff me to your bed and do whatever you want to me please” you whine and tears brim your eyes threatening to spill.

Your plea lingers heavy in the air, eddies deep brown eyes nearly turn black from his pupils dilating. You wait impatiently for an answer fidgeting with the rings on Eddie's fingers.

Eddies tightrope walking the line, about ready to fall to the other side. Your glazed over lustful eyes looking at him through your lashes tips him over the edge. “Fuck it” he groans and drops your hand grabbing the handcuffs. You're quick to follow behind him as he goes into his bedside drawer to grab the small key. “Clothes on or off” he asks, his voice only a small bit more confident again.

“I told you i want you to do what you want to me” you were the one feeling nervous now as you sit on his bed. It felt soft on the back of your thighs, your skirt swaying up a bit as you sat and riding up. Eddie's pants tighten around his cock as he twitches in his boxers. “Then shirt and bra off now before I cuff ya’ princess” he leans down so his face is level with yours. You stare at Eddie as you peel your shirt off your body and unhook your bra, discarding it on the floor alongside your shirt. Eddie grunts and palms over your exposed tits, surging forward to kiss from the spot just below your ear down your neck, across your collarbone down to the tops of your breasts.

Dropping the handcuffs and key on the bed Eddie pulls away, resting his forehead on yours. “You said I can do whatever I want sweets, does that mean I can kiss my girl?” He smirked softly as his lips ghosted over yours waiting. “Please eddie, please yes” before you can continue your begging he pushes forward. His lips soft and plush against yours as you gasp softly, allowing Eddie to slip his tongue in. Years of pent up lust and yearning being released in one passionate and desperate kiss. A kiss so hard that if eddie was dreaming it was bound to wake him up. Your mouth tasted so sweet, Eddie thinks he just became addicted, you were better than any drug he could buy. Slipping his hands around your waist he pushes your body back against his bed. Sliding them then up your sides, lifting your arms as his hands slide up. He lifts them above your head.

*click*

Before you could even register it your hands are confined in the cuffs. The chain behind one of the slats in his headboard, trapping your hands and arms above your head. Eddie takes about a million mental images of you splayed out shirtless on his sheets, hands cuffed and a fucked out look already plastered on your face. he didn’t know if he’d ever get to see it again but, oh god was he gonna have fun.

Maybe crossing lines isn’t so bad after all.

→ a/n: the beginging of this was much longer than intended so there isnt much of the ‘good stuff’ but maybe after kinktober if you guys want a pt. 2 ill do one!!!

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iicheeze · 2 years

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𝐏𝐎𝐕: 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐑𝐄𝐅𝐔𝐒𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖𝐋𝐄𝐃𝐆𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔'𝐑𝐄 𝐈𝐍 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐎𝐘𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑.

Inspired by the song; It's Not Like I Like You.

Childe or Tartaglia X Tsundere Gender Neutral Reader | High School AU

a/n: SORRY FOR EVERYONE WHO TOLD ME A MISTAKE I MADE HERE I WAS HALF ASLEEP AND I DIDN'T KNOW 😭 THANK YOU FOR TELLING ME THO

It all started when your second year of high school started. You expected another normal high school year. Just much more difficult lessons and possibly new students and teachers. It's not like you're gonna need to pay attention to their names or whatever.

Until that new kouhai (underclassmen) from Snezhnaya High moved to Liyue High. The very same high school you attend. Of course, you were planning to just ignore him and just focus on your academics and friends.

Until he confessed to you.

Out of nowhere.

In the middle of a bustling hallway.

In front of everyone.

“ You're absolutely beautiful.. Be my lover? ” He crouched with one knee, kissing your hand.

“ HELL NO!!! WHO EVEN ARE YOU?? ”

Ever since that encounter, he's been courting you in any possible moment. He'll find you during lunch time, class breaks, mornings before the school starts, even after school!!

“ You look great today, senpai! However, it'd look better with me beside you. ” “ Shut up!! ”

“ Do you wanna eat lunch together, senpai? I can feed you and maybe you can feed me as well! ” “ No way in hell I will!! ”

“ Senpai.. I might need tutoring in History. Can you teach me?? ” “ I'm busy!! ” “ But I just heard that you're free this weekend- ” “ Shut up!! ”

He flirts with you, talks to you, and even asks for tutoring every now and then, only for you to harshly reject him.

Of course, a lot of girls bash you for this. Calling you unpleasant nicknames, making up rumors about you which is obviously isn't true, and even push you to lockers. That's the least of your concerns, though.

It's the ginger's fault!! Ever since he came into your life, it's been disastrous like there's no tomorrow!

You hate every second of interacting with him. You hate everytime he talks to you. You hate everytime he sometimes helps you with your problems. You hate how he flirts with you, pointing out the little things about you that you've never paid any attention to. You hate how he makes you feel accompanied. You hate how he makes you feel all warm and fuzzy on the inside. You hate how he was always there for you, even in unwanted times.

Wait a minute.

No way.

Are you falling for him?!

No way! You refuse! There's no way you're falling in love with that stupid kouhai of yours!!

Plus, you know how the other girls look at him. He's probably a playboy, anyways. Yet, you can't help but feel a thousand arrows going through your heart when you thought about what he could be doing with the others.

He could treat others the same as you. There's no way he fell in love with first sight. It has to be a trick of some sort.

You refuse to acknowledge that you're in love with that stupid ginger.

This is probably just a puppy crush. That's right! It's probably just a small crush. It'll pass soon. You don't actually like like him! Bleh. Love. It's not like you have time for it anyways!

It was just another day in Liyue High. As your English lesson teacher, Ms. Lisa, left the classroom. You knew it was a break between lessons. As you then expected your stupid kouhai coming through the sliding door.

Yet, he wasn't there. His bright ginger hair is nowhere to be seen. Nor is his signature smile. Surely he's just late, right?

But no. Your biology teacher came as 10 minutes had already passed, with your kouhai nowhere to be seen. Wait a minute, why are you expecting him in the first place?!?! Stupid [Name].

Time passed by like a snail trying to win a race with a turtle. It felt slow, and unmoving. Usually it passes by like a breeze. Is it because your mind is always occupied with Tartaglia's annoyingness? Tch. Whatever. He's probably just pranking you. Take your mind off of him, goddammit!

But then another day came, and another, and another. Yet Tartaglia was nowhere to be seen. You even took the time to go to his classroom! But his seat was empty. Confused, you asked one of his classmates.

“ Oh, Childe's sick. I heard he got a heavy fever. Probably because he fought with someone in the rain. I don't know. ”

Oh. No wonder he isn't here.

Tch, stupid ginger. Always going through stupid stuff. You've always prevented him doing his stupid ideas, solely because he always tells you before he does it.

Once school ends, you went to the Pharmacy to buy medicine. No, you aren't worried about him. You're just being a decent human being. No, you're not making him chicken soup because you're worried that he doesn't have the appetite to eat. You're just having normal human decency! There's a difference.

Finally knowing where Tartaglia's home is, thanks to his teacher, you immediately visited him.

Two taps were heard as you knocked at the front door. The door then flew open, revealing a ginger-haired woman who seemed to be in her middle ages. “ O-oh! Hello, I'm [Name]. Tartaglia's senpa- ” You were about to introduce yourself, but your sentence was cut off by the woman.

“ Ajax's lover!! ” She squealed. Giggling happily. Heat rose to your cheeks, shocked of her statement. “ W-What!! No, no!! I'm his senpai!! ” You profusely denied. “ Oh, don't worry dear!! You don't have to be shy!! ” “ I'm not- ” “ Come in, come in!! I'll lead you to his room!! ” Before you could even finish, Tartaglia's mother took your arm inside the house, leading you to his room.

Not even 2 minutes in, and you were already in ‘ Ajax ’s room. With his mother giggling at the other end of the door.

“ Oh? Senpai! What are you doing here? ” Tartaglia sat up from his bed, sweat dripping down from his forehead. Geez, what a terrible view. And even you wouldn't insult him.

Ok, maybe just one insult.

“ YOU IDIOT!! YOU ABSOLUTE MORON!! WHY DID YOU EVEN FIGHT SOMEONE, LET ALONE IN A HEAVY RAIN!! ” You hit the ginger at the arm, yet light enough not to actually injure him.

“ Ow, ow! Sorry, senpai! Ahaha! I just can't help it, you know? ” He laughed, before a series of coughs came out of his mouth. Causing you to face palm.

“ Geez, lie down you blockhead. Don't force yourself. Especially when your sick! ” You urged, pulling the taller male to the bed, forcing him to lie down.

“ Christ, you look terrible. ” You added, pressing your hand at his forehead to check his temperature. “ Geez, hot. ” “ Dang, not now, senpai! I know I'm hot but still- ” “ Shut up!! Not that, you fool!! ”

A moment of silence was shared, with Tartaglia's chest going up and down. “ So.. Ajax?.. ” You called, “ Hm? ” he responded. “ I didn't know your first name is that. How come you've never told me? ” “ You never asked. ” A slap made contact with Tartaglia's stomach.

“ Oh and, I didn't know you'd care for me enough to visit me when I'm sick. I always thought that you just view me as an annoying playboy, but I guess even you miss my presence, huh? ”

It was supposed to be a tease, and you know that.

So why the heck are you getting shy over it?!

“ I'm not!! I'm just being a-a decent human being! That's all!! There's a difference, you bonehead! ” Even though that was your usual remark, it wouldn't hide your obvious blush on your cheeks.

Obviously, Ajax noticed this. And he couldn't help but laugh over it.

“ .. And.. At first, I did view you as an annoying playboy. I've never received this kind of attention so I got suspicious of you. But.. I guess I did like your company. Not to mention that you seem really genuine around me. ” You muttered, yet loud enough for the ginger to hear you.

“ Oh.. That explains why you're always like that. Haha! ” “ Shut up, you idiot ginger. ”

“ Well, if you're still suspicious of me. We can spend time together. I mean, all the times we've interacted are always about me. Now, it's your turn. I've always wanted to know more about you, now's your chance! While I'm stuck on this bed though. ” Ajax stated, giving you his signature smile.

“ .. Alright, then. What do you wanna know, huh? But first, have you ate? ” “ .. Yes. ” “ Yeah, no, I'm not believing that. I made chicken soup. ” “ Wow, for me? ” “ No!! Don't get the wrong idea!! ”

Part 2?

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cassidyyswift · 2 years

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stuck with you || eddie x fem!reader

Summary - Eddie's in hiding while being chased down by the whole basketball team and the group proposes that someone stays with him. Nobody else wants to stay, so they volunteer you. No way you're staying with Eddie "The Freak" Munson alone. You finally give up and just stay, and you finally realize maybe he isn't as bad as you thought.

Word Count - 1.2k

A/N - definitely some sort of angst in this one, thinking enemies to lovers fluff? anyway this is my 2nd time writing and I think it might be better? still not sure!

Warnings?? - anxiety (from reader), enemies to lovers, angst?? idk!

"We've got groceries!" Dustin sings, as we all file in and see Eddie coming out from under the tarp. "Thanks you guys really, I don't know how i'd be surviving out here without this honey comb cereal and a yoohoo. Truly." he replies, snarkily, but still graciously taking the food. "We think that someone should stay here with you." Dustin says. "Yeah like as a safety precaution." Robin adds, "But who wants to stay?" The whole room goes quiet. Everyone in the group turns to me standing in the back. "No. No way. I'm not staying here with Eddie "The Freak" Munson, are you kidding me?" They must be crazy. "You know y/n," Eddie says, getting out of the boat, "i might sell drugs occasionally and play a fantasy game for fun, but that doesn't mean i'm a freak like everyone says." He winks at me, as if that meant something else. "You know I really don't care who you are or what you are but there's no way i'm staying here-in this boathouse, with you- alone." I reply. Everyone still seems to be glancing at me, as if they are set on me staying here. "You know what? Fine. I'll stay. But you-" i begin, pointing at Eddie, "stay away from me." i finish "anything for you darling-" the nickname made my stomach flutter. Why is Eddie Munson making my stomach flutter? He isn't, it's just nerves. It has to be. "She's feisty isn't she?" He whispers to Steve, winking and hitting him in the chest slightly. He's not that good of a whisperer considering I heard him from the whole other side of the room. I'm so wonderfully excited for my next few days-or weeks-spent in a boathouse with Eddie Munson. Woohoo.

The party leaves and the realization sinks in. I've barely ever been this close to him before alone and he's on the whole other side of the boathouse. I look at him, his face glowing in the moonlight, and he's actually quite pretty. He catches my glare and I look away quickly. "Do I have something on my face?" he asks and I whip my head around "What?" I reply. "I was asking if I had something on my face, it seemed like you were looking at me a lot for some reason." Oh god, he noticed. "I was just looking at how dirty you look that's all, you really need a shower to be honest." he starts to walk over at me. "That's why you were smiling too?" he laughs, and my breath catches in my throat. His laugh. "No, I was smiling because you look funny." I reply, trying play it off. "You don't have to act like you hate me you know." he says, basically standing right in front of me. "I'm not pretending, it's totally real because I 100% do hate you." i say, sticking my tongue out making it a joke. "You stole my signature move!" he says laughing and sticking his tongue out, copying me. I laugh and the second I do I regret it, he looks at me with such joy but I feel wrong. I don't want to be cracking jokes with Eddie Munson, or do I?

"Well, it's getting pretty late, we can go up to the house to sleep" Eddie says. I nod in agreement and follow him up the path to the house. "Well since there's only one bed, i'll let you take it and i'll take the couch. alright?" he asks me, and I reply, "that's fine with me." I get into bed without saying another word. Every time I close my eyes, it's as if I hear something crawling outside or a low growl. I toss and turn and start to sweat, tears prickling at my eyes. I get up out of bed not being able to control my sobs and decide that my only hope is Eddie. I feel my way to the couch, since the only light I have is the moonlight shining through the windows. "Eddie.." I whisper. I see him open his eyes, and he looks shocked that i'm sitting in front of him right now. "What's wrong?" He see's that i'm crying and immediately sits up. "Nothing I just- I just wanted to ask if you could come sleep with me, I can't be alone right now." I whisper to him and he softens up. "Are you sure you want me to?" he replies. "Yes, please." I whisper, and he follows me into the bed. I go to the right side, and he goes to the left. I lay down with my back facing him, not wanting him to hear my sniffling. A minute or two goes by and I feel him turn toward my back and scoot closer to me. "Are you still awake?" he whispers, with a slight rasp in his voice. "Yeah, I am." I whisper in reply, my back still facing him. I feel him start to cuddle me, with his neck right on mine. "Goodnight sweetheart." He says, and gives me a peck on the cheek. "Goodnight Eddie." I say back, and he doesn't move from his position and neither do I.

I wake up to sunlight and birds chirping, and for a second I wondered where I was. I turn over and see Eddie still peacefully sleeping and then it hits me. I totally forgot I asked him to sleep in here with me-what was I thinking? One day he's my enemy and the next day we're sleeping in the same bed? I can't lie, I did enjoy it a lot even though I knew I shouldn't. Maybe he wasn't so bad after all. "Goodmorning." eddie says, me totally forgetting I was still watching him sleep. "Goodmorning sleepyhead" I say, laughing at how his hair is all frizzed up from sleeping. He gets up and tries to fix his hair, and I just realize that he's shirtless. I couldn't see anything last night because it was pitch black! "I can make breakfast if you want!" he calls from the kitchen, and i'm already making my way there.

He's not an amazing cook, but it could've been worse. "You know, you're a horrible cook." I laugh, and he busts out laughing. "Yeah, yeah I know. But, hey! I tried!" I can agree there. "You know Munson, it's really not so bad hanging out with you. I really like you- I mean. I really like being here with you." he looks at me and smiles. "You what? Sorry, can you repeat that again?" i let out a huff of air. "Don't get to cocky now, huh?" He looks at me. Doesn't say anything. "What is it?" i ask him, curious for a reply. "You're really beautiful, you know?" he says. I blush, and begin my totally sarcastic reply. "I totally didn't know! Thank you so much for telling me, I truly had no idea!" I say, flipping my hair over my shoulder like a model. He laughs at me and walks over to where i'm sitting. Eddie grabs my face. I almost stop breathing. "Can I kiss you? I mean I really want to but I don't want to if you don't want me to beca-" I interrupt him by smashing my lips into his. He holds my face, and doesn't break the kiss. I laugh and break the kiss just to say, "You know Eddie, you aren't who I thought you'd be. I'm really happy to be stuck with you." He smiles at me and pulls me back in.

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hdmiwire · 1 year

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making “we” statements

wc: 3937 this is only slightly more proofread than the draft lol. part one of this story is here if you would like to read it first, although it isn't super necessary.

The airport is hot and crowded, the sounds and smells of tourists coming and going is overwhelming. I rotate my phone in my hands nervously, watching carefully for the green leather suitcase on the baggage claim track. Pulling my eyes away from the track for a second, I scan for my dad’s signature white suit in the crowds of people waiting to claim their loved ones. Still not here, I think, letting out a quiet groan of anxiety as I turn my attention back to the parade of luggage. It's a good thing too, because just as I do my suitcase is moving by, just in front of me. I reach out to grab it at the same time as someone else and jump when my hand makes contact with theirs, which is adorned with many golden rings and long lilac nails. They grab the suitcase and set it on the ground between us, and I turn to look at them.

“Great minds think alike I see,” the stranger says with a soft chuckle. I can’t speak, taken aback by the person in front of me. She’s several inches taller than me, her blonde hair pulled back to reveal the bright pink underside. My face starts to burn when she smiles down at me, showing off the gap in her two front teeth.

Nodding my head, I prepare myself to figure out our suitcase conundrum when another of the same green suitcase comes rolling by on the conveyor belt. She grabs this one as well, placing it next to the other one between us. I lean over to check the baggage tags and see which one is mine, hoping to get this over with and get out of this hell hole before I say something stupid.

I pull up the handle of the suitcase that belongs to me, getting ready to apologize for the mix-up when both of our phones begin ringing at the same time. I nod at her as I scurry away to try and get somewhere I can actually hear whoever is on the phone. Pressing the green answer button and bringing the phone to my ear.

“Hey! Maddy, good you answered,” it’s my dad, and he sounds a little out of breath.

“Dad? Is everything okay? Why didn’t you call from your cell,” I wonder, before realizing that he’s probably in his office still.

“Yeah, I know, sorry. Listen, my morning meeting ran over and I have another one in a few, so I’m sending a car to pick you up and take you to the apartment, okay?” There's a long inhale before he continues, “Also, a good friend of mine who lives in the same building is in this next meeting, and his kid was supposed to be getting in from Italy at the same time as you. Her name is Amanda, try and find her and get her to wait for the car with you, okay?” I can hear someone knocking on his door as he finishes his ramble. I agree, asking what she looks like so I know who to be looking for, and my stomach drops when the description he gives is of baggage claim girl - great, this is exactly what I need on my first day in New York.

Swallowing my embarrassment, I hang up the phone and turn around to try and find her again, only to see her looking directly at me. I smile and wave awkwardly, shrugging in a “small world, isn’t it?” kind of way. Her shoes click on the tile as she strides towards me, still grinning. I clear my throat before finally opening my mouth to speak;

“So, Amanda, is it? Sorry for the whole… awkwardness of earlier.” The heat is burning up my face again, and I want to throw myself into the sun. She seems to not be bothered by my rambling and just keeps grinning at me. Briefly, her eyes scan me up and down and I fight the urge to hide myself, regretting my decision to wear sweats on the flight.

“Mandie is fine,” she says, green eyes boring holes into my soul as she holds out her hand. I accept her handshake, introducing myself as Maddy. The next fifteen minutes are spent reveling in the similarity of our nicknames and getting to know the most basic information about each other, while we wait for the car to arrive. By the time the car is pulling into the airport, I know that Mandie is twenty, has a twin brother, and is also starting at F.I.T. in the coming spring semester. Once we’re in the car, I feel myself starting to nod off, exhausted from the stress of the airport and the looming dread of the twenty missed calls from my mother. Leaning my head back on the leather of the car’s seat, I allow myself to drift off and think back to the events of the last few days.

When I open my eyes, I’m sitting in the living room with Mom and Mags, staring into the roaring fireplace as the two of them process what I’ve just told them. I know that neither of them will like it, but I just hope that it doesn’t reset what Mom has been trying to do.

“Madison you can’t just leave! You… where will you even go? What are you thinking?” My mother’s voice is grating, although I hear genuine concern in it for the first time since I was very young.

“Marie, she's an adult, and you knew this was coming sooner or later. You can’t keep trying to clip her wings.” Mags is the only voice of reason in the house currently, Mom and I are both too strung up on emotions after our conversation the other day. I’m still reeling from her attempts at apologizing, unsure if I’m really ready to forgive her for icing me out for all these years.

Mom sighing guides me back out of my thoughts again. “I know, Magnolia, I know. I just… there’s still so much I have to say,” she says earnestly. Turning my gaze away from the fire, I finally look at her. Her hair is unkempt compared to her usual state, having let her usually pressed hair go untouched for longer than is normal for her, and her light eyes are brimming with tears. I jerk my head away and stand up, hugging myself.

“Mom… I know, and I’m sorry I just can’t. I love you, you know that, and I don’t want to hurt you, I just can’t be here anymore.” My words come out shakier than I wanted, and I curse myself for allowing even thinking that anything I could ever do would compare to what she put me through.

She scoffs, “What do you mean you ‘can’t be here?’ What is ‘here?’ This house? This room? This family?” The last word is punctuated with a gesture to Mags, and it stings. There it is, I think, it’s over. Her words are painful, and to even insinuate that I don’t care about this family is insane. I try to steady myself with a deep breath before I speak again; just because she’s aiming below the belt doesn’t mean I have to.

“You know that’s not what I mean, and you also know that I’ve always wanted to go be with Dad. Georgia has never been the right place for me, there’s nothing here that can move me forward,” I take another deep breath, fighting the tears that are bullying their way to the surface. “The ticket is bought, my boxes are shipped, and Dad knows I’m coming. I’m leaving Monday, and that's it.”

Neither of them have anything to say after that, and I hope it stays that way. My phone buzzes once, twice, three times before it starts ringing, but instead of Childish Gambino playing from the speakers, there's a foggy voice calling my name.

“Maddy! Maddy! Maddy, wake up we’re almost there!”

Jolting out of my sleep, I find myself face to face with Mandie. She looks frazzled, her dark brows furrowed and nose scrunched in concern. As I blink away the dream and memories of my mother’s face, I realize that her hands are firmly planted on my shoulders, the cool metal of her rings seeping through my shirt. I straighten myself up, clearing my throat and hoping that she can’t sense the rapid thumping of my heart against my ribs or see the heat I feel on my ears.

“Sorry,” I mutter, turning to look out the window just as we roll under the covered entrance of my dad’s apartment building. I can still feel her eyes boring into the back of my head, and I briefly wonder if she’d been watching me sleep the whole time. The driver puts the car in park and steps out to open her door for us to climb out.

“Alright ladies, welcome home!” His chipper voice is loud and grating on my ears, but I smile and thank him as I clumsily climb out of the car behind Mandie. “Ah, Miss Carver? Your father asked me to give you this.” The driver holds out a forest green lanyard with two keys and a keycard on it, presumably to enter the building and the apartment. I take the lanyard from him, and as I feel the weight of the keys in my hand, tears begin to well in my eyes at the thought that I had finally made it here. Swallowing my feelings for now, I thank the driver and make my way to the back of the car, where Mandie is, to grab my suitcase.

I look down at the keys in my hand again, turning them over. One has “ELV'' carved into the front, the other “PH15-B.” The fifteenth floor? Jesus, Dad. The one labeled ELV is an odd shape, and it almost reminds me of the keys that came with those little book fair diaries. It's just the top of a key with a small, hollow tube on the end.

“You good,” Mandie poses, cocking her head to the side as she takes in my face.

“I’m great.” I can’t help the grin on my face, because I really mean it this time.

We make our way inside, Mandie waving at the front desk attendant as she guides me through the lobby, towards the elevators. The lobby is massive, the ceilings reaching higher than anything I’ve ever seen. The exterior of the building seemed old, but inside its all white, black, and gold, an ultra-modern vortex in the middle of New York. There are two elevators on the far end of the lobby, the one on the left has a sign over it that reads “PENTHOUSE ACCESS LIFT” in cursive, curling letters. The bronze doors slide open a few moments after Mandie pushes the button, and we step inside its mirrored interior. Mandie gestures between me and the floor selection buttons, and I snap out of my awe-induced haze and place the elevator key into the little round spot labeled with the number fifteen, pushing in. As soon as I do, the elevator surges into motion, taking us up to the fifteenth floor.

“So,” Mandie starts, breaking the thick silence with a question. “Georgia, huh? What's that like?”

“Very… southern. But it's nice, good trees there.” I cringe internally at my own words, staring down at the tiled floor of the elevator and praying it would move faster. Mandie hums, looking up at the mirrors on the ceiling. We spend the rest of the elevator ride in silence, only interrupted by the beeping of the elevator as we pass the other fourteen floors in the building. As we reach our floor, the elevator lurches, and I nearly fall over at the force, reaching out for Mandie on instinct. Quickly, I jerk my hand away as she giggles, asking if I’m alright and saying that I’ll “get used to it.”

The doors slide open again, and we’re met with a hallway that resembles the lobby, a few chairs and tables along the walls leading down to a large window directly opposite the elevator. We step out of the elevator, its bronze doors closing once again to wait for the next person who calls on it. In the middle of the hallway, there are two doors on either side of us, one reading “15-A” and the other “15-B” in the same font as the elevator sign in the lobby.

“I trust you know how to unlock a door, right Maddy,” Mandie muses, and hearing my name come from her mouth makes bugs crawl up my spine and I shiver, shaking them off.

“I- uh, yeah, I’m good,” I smile at her before picking up the door key on the lanyard, and sticking it in the door. Before Mandie can do the same, I hear her door fling open and a woman cry “Amanda!” in a thick Italian accent - not the kind that you hear in movies, but a real accent, only obtained from a lifetime in Italy. I turn around and see a shorter brunette woman squeezing Mandie, and I assume it's her mother. Smiling at the scene, I return to the key and push the door open, getting smacked in the face by the scent of orange Pine-Sol as I step inside. My grin grows as I imagine my dad running around last night, scrubbing anything he could reach, just like he would before we had people over when I was a kid.

I close the door and lock it behind me, hanging my keys on one of the hooks next to the door before taking my sneakers off, knowing Dad would kill me if I tracked dirt on his clean floor. I pick the shoes up and make my way into the house, pulling my suitcase behind me. Just beyond the short entry hallway is the living room, the matching gray couches and chairs looking straight out of the Ashley Furniture catalog. I walk through the living room and into the kitchen, taking in the stainless steel appliances and granite counters before my eyes land on something that feels out of place. On the refrigerator door, there’s a piece of Hello Kitty notepad paper hanging from a laughing emoji shaped magnet, both of which were part of my gag gift for Dad’s birthday last year. I smile, taking the pink piece of paper down and sitting at the island counter to read it, leaning my elbows on the cool surface.

“Maddy,

First, welcome to the ‘Big Apple!’ I’ll take you around all the hot tourist spots this weekend, after you’re more settled. Speaking of, the guest room is down the hall, just past the kitchen. Sam got you all set up with new sheets and pillows and whatnot, and all the boxes you shipped should be in the closet.

I had my assistant run this note to the house after I called you earlier, I probably won’t be home until 5 - 6 at the absolute latest, promise. Sams out of town with his band, so he won’t be home until the end of the week.

There's probably only White Claws in the fridge, I need to go grocery shopping, but the number for a really good Chinese place is in the drawer next to the fridge. Knock yourself out kid!

Love, Dad”

His little letter warms my heart, and I feel the smile creeping up my face again. I hop up from the counter, leaving the letter there and turning down the hallway past the kitchen. I walk past a bathroom before coming to the door at the end of the hall, taking a deep breath as I twist the knob and push the door open. It's dim at first, light filtering in through a massive window that's partially covered with a sheer set of curtains. I flip the light on, blinking at its brightness for a second before my eyes adjust, and I can take in the room properly. It’s decently sized, a large queen bed sits up against the far wall, covered with white sheets and a mossy green comforter, and a desk sits in front of the huge window. I leave my suitcase by the door, and make my way to the bed, sinking into the soft pillows as soon as my head hits them.

I wake up a few hours later to a chirping noise coming from the kitchen and I sit up, trying to process where I am. I hear the door close and the chirping stops. Probably a security system, I think, standing up and stretching.

“Maddy? You here?” I hear Dad calling from the kitchen, and immediately I burst out of the room and down the hall, tackling him in a hug as soon as he’s in arms reach. He spins me around like he used to when I was a kid after he came home from a long day at work. When we stop spinning, he pulls me close, and we both just stand there, holding each other for the first time in almost a decade. After a few minutes, he pulls back, holding me at arms length and taking in my face.

“My god girl look at you! You look just like Mom,” he says, shaking his head, a large grin spreading across his face again.

“That's what everyone says these days.” I’m not sure that he actually hears me, too busy taking in the fact that his little girl is all grown up now. I do the same, raking my eyes over his face. He looks the same as he does when we FaceTime, just a little more mature in the real world. His dark beard is occasionally interrupted by a speck of gray, and there are a few more wrinkles by his eyes, but overall he’s the same as when I was little. After a moment of us just observing each other, he clears his throat;

“I smell like corporate, let me shower and then we’ll talk for real, yeah?” I nod, and after he disappears past the living room and into his bedroom, I go back towards mine, deciding that now is probably a good time to finally call Mom back. Before I make it to my door, there's a knock at the front door, and I jump a little.

“Will you get that, Maddy? It’s probably Ronen.” Mandie’s dad… awesome, I think jogging over to the door so he doesn’t have to stand there waiting. I open the door, expecting to just see one man, but there are suddenly four people in front of me; Mandie, the brunette woman who I assumed was her mother, a guy who looks almost like an evil mirror version of Mandie, and a taller, blonde man wearing gold, wire-frame glasses.

“Ah hello,” the man with the glasses says, throwing his hands up in excitement, “you must be Madison! I’m Ronen Volta, your father’s business partner. This is my lovely, lovely wife, Celina, and my son Adam, and - well you’ve already met Amanda, yes?” Ronen smiles as he gestures proudly towards his family, and his wife flushes at his sentiments.

“Yes, yes I have. It’s nice to meet you all I- would you like to come in?” I feel very awkward, still wearing my clothes from the plane, and I’m suddenly very aware of my choice to not rebraid my hair before I left home. I step to the side so the four of them can walk in, and Ronen smiles even wider, taking Celina’s arm as the pair make their way inside, followed closely by Mandie and Adam. Adam doesn’t speak, cutting me a stinging look when he walks by, and Mandie just shrugs, muttering something about how he’s a prick. The five of us sit down in the living room, talking about everything from the flight to Georgia to starting school in January. Eventually, Dad comes out of his room, apologizing for the delay and announcing that he ordered Chinese for everyone. This causes Ronen to laugh and applause, and Celina smacks his arm, reprimanding him for being so loud. When the food arrives, we relocate to the dining table, eating and laughing and catching up as if we were all old friends.

After several hours of laughing and eating and drinking, Ronen and his family take their leave back across the hall, inviting us over for a “proper dinner” next weekend. Dad shows them out, hugging Ronen and exchanging a peck on each cheek with Celina before closing the door. On his way to the living room, he takes a detour to grab two White Claws from the fridge, tossing one to me as he flops on the couch, letting out a long sigh.

“Love that family to death, but lord can Ronen talk your ear off,” he says, cracking open the frosted beverage and slurping up the bit of it that gathers on the lip of the can. Then, he turns to look at me, watching as I do the same with my can.

“Did anyone ever tell you about the day that I actually told your mom I thought I was gay?” He asks, but I don’t respond. He isn’t really asking, he knows the answer is “no.” “It was the day before your ninth birthday party, and you were sitting in the kitchen licking the beaters from your cake. I thought Marie’s head was going to explode, but then she just started crying instead. She didn’t yell, didn’t cuss me, didn’t say anything other than ‘how could you not tell me.’”

“I know,” I say, remembering back to that day, hearing only the snippets of what Mom was saying to him out on the back porch. He sighs again, staring out the windows behind me before he continues.

“Yeah, I figured. I probably should’ve handled the whole thing better, but there's only so much you can do after nearly three decades of denial, you know?” He looks at me again, and I just nod. After that, he chugs the rest of his drink, slamming the can down on the dark wood of the coffee table.

He stands up, groaning and saying, “You’ve had a long day, we’ll talk more in the morning, alright kid?” He reaches a hand out and pats my cheek before picking his can up and walking to the kitchen. He drops it in the trash and then makes a beeline for his bedroom, calling out “I love you” over his shoulder.

As soon as his door closes, I let out a breath I didn’t realize I was holding, raising the ice cold can to my lips again. I stand up and walk over to the window that the dining table looks out of, looking down on the streets of New York. It’s probably only like 10 o’clock, but even still I’m amazed at the bustle of life that's happening just below me. Cars are rolling by, people are marching in an uncoordinated parade down the street, and the light coming from the other buildings around me seems to make the whole world glow brighter. As I smile down at the passersby, I can’t help but let my mind drift back to Mandie. I don’t know how, or why, or for what reason, but she seems to have wormed her way into a part of my brain that I didn’t even know existed until I bumped hands with her at the airport this morning.

#hdmiwire #short story #realistic fiction #wlw fiction #wlw short story #3k words #original chracters #lgbt short story #lgbt fiction #i like it #m&m

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millenniumproductions · 2 years

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Hi! This is for Akusai Day. Keep in mind I still believe the theory that Isa is Subject X but instead of being in a cell, she had an actual room in the castle.

Title: Dancing Isn't So Bad After All

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"Come on, Reno! Why do I gotta be here?" Lea asked while holding a glass of sparkling water.

The fourteen year old wore a white dress shirt with the two top buttons undone, a pair of black dress pants, black loafers, and his signature yellow and red plaid fringed scarf around his neck in place of a tie.

Lea had never liked the parties that Ansem the Wise held because he believed it was just a way for Ansem to flaunt his power to the people.

"Cuz you should enjoy the finer things in life once a while," Reno, Lea's older brother by three years, replied while taking a bacon wrapped sausage from a tray held by a passing butler and popped it into his mouth, "Also, I heard from a friend of mine that there was a cute girl living here who I think is your type."

Unlike Lea, who tried to dress semi-formal, Reno went all out. He wore a full-piece black suit with a red tie to match his face tattoos and black combat boots with red laces.

Before Lea could ask who it was, the other guests stopped talking and the orchestra stopped as the man himself appeared alongside his apprentices.

"Hello, everyone. I thank you all for coming tonight. May we continue to maintain the peace of Radiant Garden!" Ansem said as he held his arms out to emphasize his words.

Once he finished his speech, he crossed his arms behind his back and stepped down the stairs, the Apprentices following him and everything resumed.

Lea groaned as he chugged his glass and put it on the table behind him.

"High and mighty asshole..." he muttered as he walked away from Reno while he flirted with a woman with blonde hair, blue eyes, and wore a hot pink strapless dress and high heels.

Suddenly, Lea bumped into the backside of a girl who seemed to be the same age as him but was a little bit shorter. She had long blue hair that was put into a bun with a black ribbon.

"Aw, jeez... I-Im sorry. I didn't mean to-" Lea stuttered as he began to apologize.

The girl turned around but didn't look disturbed.

All of a sudden, Lea's words became caught in his throat. The girl was beautiful. She had the same green eyes that he did but her skin was a bit paler than his. She wore a sleeveless, pale blue dress with a translucent layer of fabric over the skirt, held by dark blue ribbon. Going down each side was a black textured pattern, matching that on either side of her chest. She also wore black ballet flats, white silk opera gloves, black teardrop earrings, and a gold thin-chained necklace with a dark blue crescent moon shaped pendant hanging from it.

"You don't need to apologize," the girl simply replied.

Lea coughed and pulled on his scarf out of nervousness. The two of them stood in silence for a few seconds until Lea asked a question.

"So, uh... This your first time?"

"No... I've unfortunately been dragged to these events everytime," the girl answered as she rolled her eyes that were accented with pale blue eyeshadow.

Lea realized this might have been the girl Reno was talking about.

"I'm Lea. Got it memorized?" Lea said as he added his famous line.

The girl giggled a bit as she replied, "Isa."

"Isa... That a nickname?"

"No. That's my name. Or at least, that's what I can remember."

Lea was shocked. Did Isa have amnesia and that was why she was living at the castle?

He immediately felt sad for her as he said, "Sorry."

Isa seemed to glare at him for a moment and said, " Don't be. I've gotten used to it."

The two stood in silence again and merely just watched the other guests. Suddenly, the orchestra began to play a waltz. While some people began to walk to the tables where the food was, others stayed to dance with partners. Lea brightened up and had an idea.

He held his hand out and, as princely as he could, he asked, "Shall we dance, milady?"

Isa hesitated at first, but took his hand and replied, "You may."

The two of them walked hand in hand to the middle of the floor and began to step to the music. While the two of them felt happy in this moment, the other guests began to whisper to one another.

"Isn't that Reno's little brother?"

"You mean the crybaby?"

"Can't believe he's dancing with the amnesiac moon freak."

While Lea tried to ignore the insults that were being thrown at them, Isa glared at them, causing the guests to quiet down from fear. Once the waltz ended, Lea let go of Isa and began to walk away, but she stopped him.

"Are you alright?" Isa asked, who seemed to be honestly concerned for him.

"It's fine. I'm used to it," Lea responded, trying to blink away the tears that started to prick his eyes.

"You're clearly not fine. No one should verbally abuse others like that," Isa stated, once again her honestly showed through.

The two of them walked downstairs to what appeared to be the door to the outside of Ansem the Wise's castle.

"But it's true. I AM a crybaby..."

Isa suddenly started to pet Lea's spiky red hair, as though she was trying to calm down a sad puppy.

"W-What are you doing?" Lea asked while he started to blush.

"I hate seeing you sad. I rather see that stupid smile of yours always," Isa answered while she also began to blush.

In response, Lea smiled.

"Hey Isa! Where are ya!" a male voice yelled.

Isa flinched at the voice and sighed.

"That's Braig. I have to get going," Isa said as she curtsied to Lea and began to walk back upstairs.

"W-Wait!" Lea said as he grabbed Isa's hand.

Isa stopped and looked at Lea.

"What is it?"

"Can we... hang out more? I-I mean if you want! I don't wanna force you or a-anything!" Lea stuttered as he blushed again.

Isa smiled and, without him expecting it, kissed Lea on his right cheek.

"Of course. I look forward to our next meeting," Isa said with a sweet smile.

She waved goodbye as she went back upstairs.

Lea held his cheek with his hand as he sighed with bliss.

"Hey, Lea," Reno said as he walked downstairs.

He noticed Lea's lovesick state and asked, "You okay?"

"Yeah... I think I found the girl I wanna spend the rest of my life with..."

#akusai #kingdom hearts #akusai day

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the-lost-beast · 7 months

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About: Chapter 6, part 1

Elund and Carine 🐦

Our generic Rito people? Nope sir. Elund is Revali's main opponent, as said in the narratives. He will appear more often at a certain point, but for now he's not important. Like Revali, he can't stand being second in everything and envies the Rito Champion a lot, making the most out of each of their training sessions to try and beat the Champion. Unfortunately for him, that never ends the way he'd like. Elund is named after the puffin, which in Icelandic is said lundi (j'ai cherché l'oiseau mardi mais la vie y'avait pas). So he is a black and white Rito. I might draw him later.

Carine is the town's bowmaker. She made a quick apparition in Chapter 3 but she had no name or appearance then. She will not be as important as Elund and will probably stay a background character. Carine is a 🥁🥁🥁 canary! Bright yellow, my favourite colour. Will probably draw her as well.

Bel and Rev 🍁

These two have work to do with each other (especially Bellam). Their scene together is important because it shows Bellam isn't just a complete and unfair asshole. He knows he did wrong and actually acts to make things right, acknowledging his fault. Revali is capable of being mature enough to accept Bel's apology, even though he will disguise his feelings and act as if he doesn't care (he does)

Kíran and Bellam 🥀

hehe.

You see now how Bellam can be a tad oversensitive when it comes to Kíran... Well Kíran is just the same. No spoilers, but his past experience with Bel affects how he sees Revali, and that might explain why he´s being so hostile towards the Champion.

Kíran 🌫️

As said in his character design sheet, he cannot fly, a change that was made very recently. This has not kept him from becoming an excellent warrior. He is respected by other Rito but rarely ever shows up, preferring his own company... and now his child's. His signature weapon is the boomerang, which he learned in Lurelin.

Oak 🍂

Akah-El's nickname is Oak. It will be introduce far into the story but it's shorter so now you know. There's a reason their name is hyphenated and I will not reveal it now.

So Oak is visually impaired and has glaucoma and tunnel vision. I am trying my best to write them as accurately and respectfully as possible, so feel free to point out any blunder. They can see and fight, but according to the setting they're in, their sight might get worse.

I cannot reveal much about them for now. Oak is happy to have found Kíran but this is all very new to them (them both, actually). They don't dare to call him dad just yet. We're working to that.

#the lost beast #botw fanfic #zelda tlb #trivia #behind the scenes #chapter 6 #kiran #revali #bellam #oak #elund #carine

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castle-dominion · 1 year

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4x2 heroes & villains (https://scriptline.livejournal.com/40160.html)

I like how the transcript calls him "creepy guy" even tho we get his name Watched this ep with my older bro. He has a lot to say about jewish comic artists & police interference.

*Deep male voice* wouldn't the creep be weirded out seeing someone dressed like that? *casually cuts the guy's hand off* *somehow able to cut him in half even tho that's not exactly possible* (actually I just wasted time researching & watching videos, idk if it is possible to cut someone in half if they are standing up, but u can cut em crosswise for sure.)

Why that knife rick? RC: I seem to remember asking you to make me an E.T. Halloween costume and you told me you didn't know how to sew. MR: Details. Besides, you were 32 at the time. The point is, proper wardrobe helps an actor connect to the words. (won't clip)

Poor rick, he just wants his daughter Lol I skipped my grad, ran & hid by climbing up a giant storage crate. So valid bestie (password sharing) MR: Lady Beckett, my lord. Richard, are you crying? RC: No, it's the onions. RC, next scene: Okay, I'll admit, it wasn't just the onions, not completely. I mean, she's gonna be gone in a few months. My little girl. (could clip but I'm low on time)

[They approach the body halves, covered in yellow plastic on either side of a pool of blood, feet sticking out.] Lanie <3

Ok so what kind of steel is it? A lot of japanese steel will actually break or chip if it hits bones, so it might not be best for chopping someone in half but it definitely broke off

Swords are so good so cool. JE: Tyler Ferris. He just got out of Sing Sing a year ago for sexual assault. KB: Okay, we got any witnesses? JE: Yeah. The girl he was in the middle of assaulting oof (I shouldn't find that funny, I know it is tragic & it really sucks, but I'm allowed to find humour in my pain & past.)

Poor gal still has blood all over her She's right lol Lol the "touche"

Love mrs ferris Don't get me wrong. I never expected my boy to end up in two hunks, but I always knew one day he'd end up there laying on a slab. KB: Do you know if he was involved in anything that might've gotten him killed? Ferris: Well, I certainly expect so. Is "ship coming in" a figure of speech?

KB: Ma'am, um, I'll need the names of all the enemies your son may have had. Ferris: You're gonna need a bigger pad.

As cops, Ryan is right. As people, Esposito is right. JE: Well, maybe a sword is a justice system. So true bestie.

KR: This other guy have a name? JE: Yeah. Tony Valtini. *KR perks up* This guy's got a record, too. KR: Damn right, he does!!! (won't clip) I remember Valtini from back in Narcotics. The guy is totally Mobbed up. You know what else, his family owns this meat packing plant out in Jersey. Tony's nickname: Tony the Butcher. JE: I bet he split a few sides of beef in his day. except you usually split the sides carefully, not with one big swing. ugh this is going to be a long episode if I keep bringing up culinary school.

TV: I am a legitimate businessman. Castle it's not funny. KB: You never reported an attack. TV: I don't like to be a burden on law enforcement. *casually shucks his pants*

(just one buttock) JE: The sword of justice, bro. It's going to end up being esposito. (NEW FANFIC IDEA BABES) (ryan & his signature mug. it's the little things in the show) Mum & lil bro watch superhero shows so this episode was great with the two of them the hero (probs not super) looks definitely very male

KB: She didn't think that we'd believe her. And, quite frankly, she's right. probs delusional, probs right. Def has something going on castle. reminds me of the time the school got a mascot & then the two furries in the school accidentally outed themselves to each other bc they recognized the work. Castle writer moments, & he's not too far wrong red marune is so adorable I love him. isn't that redundant? LARRYBOY ryan *watching the caskett argument from the distance* cyclist *gives rick a delivery in the middle of the bullpen*

Ryan really is becoming castle jr, the nicknames on the wiki were right Just marvel? No dc no dark horse no anything else? I just listed the mainstream ones. Castle was quick putting together that vigilante board (need to pic this) JE: *sus* KR: *interested* JE: they're make believe KB: All driven by the death of a father or loved one Gates is kind of right But then Castle actually had a point Castle chill XD

RC: hardcore skjdflsdkfsljdk KB: Elektra RC: Ah. A ruthless assassin who hides from her emotions. KB: No, maybe it's because she's got badass ninja skills.

RC: Ah. Try billionaire industrialist Bruce Wayne, A.K.A. The Dark Knight. He's brooding, he's handsome, and he has all the coolest toys. You are the billionare non-cop crime solver, castle. (won't clip) (lol I had my french keyboard on so my apostrophe didn't show up at first)

I love mike hoover. Well castle wasn't the one who actually wrote the graphic novels, heh. kind of a chronically online nerd but I love him so so much. Love his hat too. Which one?

There is a T in vigilanTe (I used to say vigilanté but now I say vigilantie like everyone else) Nice, webcomics. Unless the hero is the writer babes

JE: Yeah, well, whoever he is, I can't connect him to any swords either. I pray we nail this dude before I have to call every store on that list. KR: I thought you were kind of rooting for this guy? JE: That's when he was Joe Citizen taking it to the bad guys. Now he's just some nimrod in a suit. (making espt call a bunch of stores) KR: Ah. You gotta give him props for spirit, though, right? I mean, haven't you ever wanted to be a superhero? Going out there, prowling the city, knocking some heads? JE: I do that now. ew cops & their hero complexes. castle acab moments. (but still clipping)

did CSU not find it? Why is it perfectly timed that lone ranger aka LR is here rn? (looks like he could be a woman in theory) hella cool parkour tho Fun timing esposito calling right then. Has he been called espo yet? I don't much like the name. I feel like "sito" are the stressed syllables. (dw dm, he gets called Zito/'Sito later.) Also in her phone he's just esposito, no first name? Also why didn't she just decline the call? Espt talkin p slow today huh.

lmao I love this kid so much. He's so silly & adorable. superheroes have a billion different villains bc they had to start putting them in jail with cops & there was never allowed to be any tragedy or escapes where the villain got away. or so big bro says Chad: My father's in miami

Neither would lone vengence! Comic book characters aren't real, okay? I love chad he's so adorable & sweet I was about ready to hang up my tights for good "lone" Poor chad. There are def going to be A Ton of these characters. Remember Jumping Jack? & Mere do well?

GATES I told the Mayor we had our man. BECKETT Yeah well, you shouldn't have done that. GIRL YOU SAID THAT TO HER FACE IN THAT TONE

Not looking at the writer?

castle printed them out? Alexis is so pretty Did she ever get that motorcycle/scooter Mum got classes that would count to dad's drama minor or philosophy major that also counted to her education major or whatever mum's minor was, & she got classes that would count credits for her major+minor but would also count for her friend's major. But anyway ew math castle isn't wrong but like... AC: Why does everything I do have to make sense? Why can't I just do what I want once in awhile? That's all you ever do.

That's some intense yoga. Yk, yoga is not just workouts, not just funny positions & stretching, not just low impact training, yoga has a spiritual component to it & it makes me just a bit upset that ppl don't even know that let alone respect it.

FInally anagram I was right! trace the IP or smth?

wait the captions said faris this time. is it ferris or faris? the transcript has both lol THE WHAT NOW COMICS I was not expecting slutty schoolgirl comics to make an appearance here. Mild mannered is "out of the ordinary" for him lol. Mom: He was different. Wore a suit. Castle: As in, mask and cape? Mom: Jacket and tie

oh yeah a crime reporter? Definitely ryan sounds like castle rn i love it KB: *sips coffee* JE: *watching from the phone* RC: *raises eyebrow* RC: The student has become the master. Or at least, he tried. Actually, for a truly Castle-esque theory, it has to be fully thought through. (yk I might clip this) KB: Since when? KR: I did think it through! (mr detective man) *ryan & castle bouncing off each other now* (I said a bit ago that castito & ryckett were decent but now I'm looking at especkett & rystle & have been often this season during my normal watch through. idk anyone's ship names I'm making them up every time I say one & they often sound bad or end up different esp with esposito bc his name is twice as long as anyone else's)

man's a FULL ass hero tyvm! (tho only a half assed superhero bc superpowers don't exist) RC: Hmm. That is one block away from Comicadia. JE: Mm KR: Mm

I love the comic bro kid

VG: Really. Our killer's a writer? RC: Well, writers can be men of action. VG: I've yet to see that, Mr. Castle. VG: So, he's a journalist like Peter Parker? KB: Actually, Peter Parker was a news photographer. RC: Yeah, our guy's a little more like, uh, Clark Kent. And he's mild mannered, just like I…predicted. VG: *the look* I like how gates at least communicates with becks this time.

PW: That's just a--a character I create. It's not someone real.

I'm sure he can still write comics from prison... Left-handed Castle writer moments

Hand was before...

protecting someone obv RC: Because Paul is protecting the real killer. Paul is the writer, Lone Vengeance is the subject. That's their relationship. (to Beckett) It's you and me, all over again. But I'm Paul and you're Lone Vengeance. KB: Really, Castle? Is that how you see me? Like a sword wielding killer? (No, a crime fighting machine!) RC: Depends. Will you be scantily clad? KB: In your dreams. (probably will be tbh) JE: Not to rain on your comic book fantasy, (clipping) Esposito's shirt is so boring. Personally I would wear it but not to work. Collarless long sleeve, neutral colour

wall's obv a fake bro. remember the magician's lair? Oh wait it isn't even a secret room it's a thing of swords & that's it LV def looks like they don't need to be male rn & dun dun dun a woman & dun dun dun it's a cop

Ryan's shirt is ugly & he doesn't have a tie. Why?

KR: Can you believe it? Lone Vengeance, sword wielding killer, ends up being one of our own. JE: I don't know. Maybe she had her reasons. KR: Whoa. "Maybe she had her reasons"? What happened to" nimrod in a suit"? (after "woah nimrod? what happened to sword of justice?") JE: Well that's before I knew she was a cop. wow acab much

her being a cop is cool, she WOULD know how to clean the blood up, probably, AH: Someone killed my dad. Nothing'll ever be enough. But doing what I do makes me feel better. I respect it actually, I can see it, & the mirror with beckett is great

BECKETT You crossed the line, Ann. HASTINGS Don't pretend like we're so different. BECKETT Let's talk about Tyler Faris. HASTINGS Didn't you lose your mom? BECKETT We're not here to discuss that. HASTINGS Didn't you shoot the guy who killed her right here in this precinct? The bullet that you took, isn't that connected to her murder, too? Because that's the rumor. BECKETT I am not like you! I didn't chop a man in half! HASTINGS Neither did I.

AH: It wasn't from my suit. And the only reason I wanted it was to figure out who's behind this. she's a cop so it's cool she canvasses & learns & is friends with a crime beat fellow, I would watch a spinoff of those two. Or a mini series. I've said, castle could have used a few mini series episodes.

good ep bro but I was working or writing when castle went to turn the board over & beckett just Stopped Him like "no hun, we're not doing that rn" (or it was the ghost hunting the ring episode)

When did they grab the cousin's prints?

KB: Ann, you're a good cop. And you've got somebody who cares about you. Don't be so driven by the past that you throw away your future. Take care.

RC: Well, a murder solved and a notorious hoodlum off the streets for good. I call that a solid win. VG: I agree. All because of the hard work and dedication of this team. RC: Thank you, Captain. That means a lot. VG: Of police officers. (XD) Team of police officers, Mr. Castle. Detective, about Officer Hastings. She, uh, fled the alley when you ordered her to stop. Some reason you're not pressing any charges? KB: VG: I think that, given the number of folks wearing that costume, we can't prove that it was her in that alley. Or anywhere else, for that matter. (I thought she was very by-the-book) KB: Exactly, sir. VG: She's a promising officer. That said, it'd be bad for all of us if Lone Vengeance were to show up ever again. KB: I don't think that that will be a problem, sir.

RC: Either she just grew a heart… KB: Or she's worried about how it would look if the press found out that Lone Vengeance was one of our own.

RC: A writer and his muse, fighting crime. Just like us. *paul & ann kiss* Caskett: *awkward* (clipping)

RC: You know, even when you were a little girl, you were a serious person. I think I've just gotten used to you being sensible and mature. Even more than me sometimes. AC: Sometimes? RC: Point taken.

Emotional family moments, dad moments, advice, & so much cute stuff! love love love!

AC: I know. Especially if we move in together. RC:

I don't think I have time for another one today. Sad.

#castle 4x2 #castle 4x2 quote #castle 4x2 spoilers #still must be clipped

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I originally posted this on my Wattpad account but I've decided to also be active on here! If you see any misspellings then please do tell me. Nonetheless I hope you enjoy it~!

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•°☆°• Bennett Fluff Alphabet •°☆°•

A = Admiration (what do they absolutely adore about you?)

The fact that you love him even though he often brings misfortune wherever he goes, makes him fall head over heels for you everytime again.

B = Body (what is their favorite part of your/his body?)

Your hands, he loves it when you caress his head, back or literally any other body part of his with your soft hands. It feels like true home. He doesn't really like any part of his body, Bennett is rather insecure about himself, his misfortune doesn't help with that. Please be patient with him and assure him that he's precious.

C = Cuddling (how do they like to cuddle?)

He loves to be held by you. While sleeping he'd definitely enjoy being the little spoon. You holding him close to you will make him melt when he wakes up. Other than that he also love to snuggle his head into your neck while you wrap your arms around each other.

D = Dates (what does their ideal date with you look like?)

Him being the unlucky boy he is, he would rather have a date with you where it's most likely very safe. He doesn't want to intentionally bring any trouble to you. A picnic in the wild, for example, could easily attract some monsters nearby. He'll most likely would like to have a date with you in his or your own home. What can possibly happen there? He thought.

E = Emotions (how do they express emotion around you?)

Open. He's a very open person to you. If he's sad, then he'll seek for comfort within your arms. Where's the point in hiding if you're gonna find out anyways?

F = Family (do they want one? If they do, when?)

He sure would want one with you, though due to the fact that he's quite young, it'll take a while.

G = Gifts (how do they feel about gift giving?)

He would give you the world if he could. He loves giving you gifts, whether if it's homemade food or something else he made himself, he'll proudly present it to you. Even though it may doesn't look the best. Tell him you're proud of him and he'll be the happiest person in Teyvat.

H = Holding Hands (when/how do they like to hold hands?)

There's no second he wouldn't try to hold hands with you, even if it could get a bit embarrassing in his opinion. But he'd even try to hold your hands during a battle. He loves to intertwine your fingers too! A sucker for your affection.

I = Injury (how would they act if you got hurt?)

Of course he'd be worried sick and would blame himself and his bad luck, even if he wasn't the cause at all. Definitely would try to patch you up but he'd bring you to a decent healer just to be extra sure and not to worsen things.

J = Jokes (do they like to joke around with you or prank you?)

He will joke around with you, you're technically partners in crime. Bennett would prank you but only in small and harmless amounts. His pranks towards you are more the kind of cute ones.

K = Kisses (how do they like to kiss you?)

You often initiate the kisses. He's still a bit shy about all that romantic stuff, so give him some time. You giving him some pecks on his forehead and or cheeks will make him flustered and he'll be at loss of words.

L = Love (how do they show you they love you?)

By many ways actually. Little presents, affection and of course saying it to you, often even with a cute little stutter!

M = Memory (favorite memory together?)

When you admitted your feelings for him as well. He never thought you would ever love him back, he's so clumsy, how can someone as great as you return his feelings? He thought they're unrequited, so you can imagine his happiness.

N = Nightmare (what is their worst fear?)

You leaving him because of his misfortune. He's a little insecure about it and you leaving him because of it will tear his world along with his heart apart.

O = Oddity (what is one quirk they have?)

Definitely his bad luck. Even though he dislikes it, it's a very cute trait to him, that not everyone has to this extend. And let's be honest, bad luck isn't always that bad!

P = Pet Names (what do they like to call you?)

He suffered less and less from his bad luck since he's with you, so a nickname he'll give you will be his lucky charm. But he'll also call you his precious sunshine, because that's what you are to him. You lighten his day and mood every time he sees you.

Q = Quality Time (how do they like to spend time with you?)

Alone at home during nighttime. He likes to be with you alone during a calm moment in his or your home at night. He can watch you without worrying about monsters or any other people that could ruin the quiet moment. He can admire you without any interruptions while he's in your arms all cuddled up to you.

R = Romance (how romantic are they? Clichè or rather creative?)

Considering the fact that he's quite timid and has bad luck, he's rather creative and romantic in his own ways. He'd try to put those little sticks with his signature thumbs up in a heart shaped food he made you. Probably his Teyvat charred eggs.

S = Secrets (how open are they with you?)

There's no secret you don't know, he'll tell you even the most embarrassing ones. He fears that if he kept things for himself, it would only cause trouble between you two, so he is very open about secrets to you.

T = Time (how long did it take you to get together?)

Quite some time. He was, and still is, shy considering those matters, he had to built up the courage first. You almost even decided to confess first, if he wouldn't anytime soon!

U = Upset (how do they act when you're upset?)

He'll get even more insecure. Was it something he said or did? Or perhaps it's because of his bad luck? He'll try to talk with you to understand why you're upset. If it really was something he did, then he'll be dejected but tries his best to never do it again for you. Nonetheless, if it's because of someone else, he'll confront that person, no matter if it's a knight or any other high person, no matter how frightening they look, he'll stand up for you. You're his everything after all.

V = Vaunt (what are they proud of? Do they like to show you off?)

He's proud that you're his. He can't help but feel glad that you love him too. Showing you off happens rather unconsciously. Like, he would talk to his friends about how great you are and how kind, but not to make them envy him or anything, he simply does it because he's happy.

W = Warrior (how do they feel about you fighting? Would they fight for you, beside you, etc?)

Worried. Everytime you fight he is feeling proud and worried at the same time. He would definitely fight for and with you, trying to protect you with everything he got.

X = X-Ray (how well are they able to read you?)

At the beginning he's a bit dense, one could say, but after some time he'll learn your body language and will be able to read you like an open book.

Y = Yes (how would they propose to you?)

He's young, it'll take him some time to build up enough courage to actually ask for your hand in marriage, he was super shy when asking you out, so this is gonna be a huge challenge for him.

Z = Zen (what makes them feel calm?)

As said before, he loves getting affection from you. Cuddling with you will make him calm down and relax. Yet alone you being beside him calms him down greatly, he feels much more confident and at ease knowing there's someone who loves him even though he has such a bad luck.

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#fluff #fluff alphabet #genshin impact #bennett #genshin bennett #genshin x reader #bennett x reader #alphabet #he is so precious #protect him at all costs

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v-hope · 5 years

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His members tease you/him because of hickeys

Pairings: OT7 x Reader

Genre: Fluff, crack

Request: "if requests are open, could i request a maknae line (or ot7) reaction to where the other members notice that he or you have hickeys and teases you about it? tysm you're my favorite writer"

Kim Seokjin

“Wow, wha–” Jeongguk's eyes opened wide after catching a glimpse of something dark by your hips as you had been foolishly dancing around together on set. “Noona, put your hands up again” he demanded.

“What? Why?” you frowned.

“Just do it”.

Still not knowing what this was about, you complied, and that's exactly when your boyfriend's eyes fixed on you from the table, almost choking on air.

“Babe, no! Put them down!”

“Oh my God” Jeongguk's expression let both of you know it was too late already. “Now I understand why Seokjin-ie hyung has been so energetic while shooting today” he giggled like a little boy.

“Jeongguk!” Jin scolded him, and you knew, if it weren't because he couldn't move from the spot they were about to film him in, he would already be physically fighting the maknae somehow.

“I don't know what that twisted mind of yours is thinking right now, kid” you placed your hands on your waist. “I only hit my hips with my desk yesterday”.

Yoongi snorted by Jin's side at your shameless lie. “If ‘my desk’ is a metaphor for Jin hyung's lips then sure”.

Min Yoongi

“You had a good nap I see?” Namjoon cocked one of his eyebrows.

“Huh?” Yoongi frowned, standing by the entrance to the living room. “Oh, yeah. Really good one” he simply said, making his way over the kitchen.

“Oof, he's thirsty” Hoseok was the one to speak up as he watched his hyung go over to the sink, “it must have been one of those naps that actually leave you more exhausted”.

“I just told you it was a good one” he pointed out, chugging his glass of water.

The two boys laughed to themselves, leaving him clueless as ever.

“Oh, we know” Hobi giggled. “Must've been a really great one if you got a hickey out of it”.

Yoongi let out a sigh at the realisation, putting his glass down as he turned his head to the side so he could shamelessly ignore his friends.

“Wow, look at him showing off his mark” Namjoon pushed it further – the way Yoongi's cheeks turned a slight pink making it even funnier for them.

“Did Y/N also get a mark out of this nap, hyung?” Hoseok teased.

A smug smirk curved up Yoongi's lips, not moving an inch as he listened to them throw comments back and forth; not wanting to deal with their bullshit yet actually taking pride in this.

Jung Hoseok

“Aish, Hoseok-ah!” Seokjin threw his head back in frustration as soon as they got off the car at the airport. “You said this wouldn't happen again”.

“Huh?”

“The hickey on your neck?” Jimin smiled cheekily. “You do know a mask isn't going to cover it, right?”

Hoseok's hand instinctively went to the spot he knew you had left ‘something to remember you’ last night. “I'm wearing a turtleneck” he frowned.

“Should've worn a hoodie, bro” Namjoon patted his shoulder, standing next to him so they could start posing for the cameras waiting for them outside the airport.

“Just turn your head to the opposite side of the cameras and you should be in the clear” Tae smirked.

“Or someone just give him a scarf” Joon proposed.

“Nah, it's okay” Hoseok shrugged, dipping his hands in the pockets of his jacket. “I have a girlfriend and I'm leaving her for a whole month, anyone with two brain cells would know what happened last night anyway”.

It was too late to do anything at this point, which is why Hoseok decided to do the one thing he did best: own it.

Kim Namjoon

They always say it's all fun and games until someone gets hurt. In this case, that was exactly what your boyfriend had been telling you and Jimin, over and over, as you ran around the stage whilst Jin rehearsed his solo for that night and Joon watched from the seats in front.

“Jimin, ah! Shit, that hurt!” you whined after you had turned around and one of your shoulders hit his body.

Told you.

“Are you alright?!” he worried instantly, his hands going to where he thought hurt. That's when he saw a pretty visible blue mark on your collarbone. “Oh my God, I'm so sorry” he freaked out, “I didn't mean to–”

“Jimin” you laughed lightly, “it's alright”.

“No, but there's a bruise and–”

“That's a hickey, you idiot” Yoongi shook his head in amusement.

“Oh” Jimin let out breathily – his previous worried look instantly turning into a cocky one. “So it was not caused by pain, I see” he wiggled his eyebrows, making you roll your eyes.

“I'd say it's the opposite, right Y/N?” Yoongi smirked.

“Quite the opposite, in fact” Namjoon confirmed, finally arriving to your side and pulling you closer by your waist; only then the heat reaching your face.

Park Jimin

“I'm here, I'm here!” Jimin said exasperatedly as he entered the car, having to sit alone on the front row since he was the last one.

“Always late, God” Jin shook his head in disappointment.

“I slept in, sorry” he apologised, clumsily searching for the seatbelt.

“You know” Yoongi spoke from behind as the car started to move, “Y/N was at the dorms this morning for some reason” Jimin tensed up, hurrying to fasten his seatbelt. “Such a shame you didn't get to see her”.

“You sure he didn't see her?” Taehyung joined in after having caught up on his hyung's intentions. “And that she has nothing to do with those poorly covered marks on his neck?” he teased, leaning forward to poke said spot repeatedly.

Jimin said nothing, instead fixing his eyes in front of him as a proud smile curved up the corners of his lips.

“No wonder he slept in” Jeongguk smirked.

“Man, I wish I had a best friend like that” Taehyung sighed in a longing way.

“Girlfriend” Jimin mumbled sheepishly, fidgeting with his hands on his lap.

All six of them shared astonished looks before they started obnoxiously cheering for their friend, only making his cheeks flush furiously. It was about time.

Kim Taehyung

“Y/N!” Hoseok let you inside the dorms, walking with you to the living room where the rest of them were. “You arrived earlier”.

“Well, yeah” you shrugged, “Tae asked me to”.

“So you can help us set everything up for the party?” Namjoon asked from the sofa.

You gazed over to him before your eyes fixed on Taehyung. “I guess so” you lovingly mirrored his smile.

“Great!” Jimin went to grab your hand. “You can help me– oh my God, you got a hickey” everyone but Taehyung gasped right there, making both of you roll your eyes. “Who did that to your pure, innocent soul?”

“Fuck off, Jimin” you glared at him, “just tell me what can I help you with”.

That had seemed to make him snap back, nodding his head before he dragged you to the kitchen. The rest of the guys looked at each other with open mouths.

“That was one huge hickey” Jin looked over to his members, having Yoongi agreeing in astonishment.

“Wow” Jeongguk breathed out, “I didn't know she was seeing someone, I wonder who did it”.

“Why?” Taehyung smirked. “You want me to give you one, too?”

He laughed as everyone was frozen still, tauntingly doing his signature V sign before he stood up and walked over to wrap his arms around you from behind.

The thing was, you had never even tried to hide your relationship; his members were just too dumb to notice the pretty obvious signs.

Jeon Jeongguk

“Woah, Jeongguk-ah!” his six members exclaimed the second the maknae entered the dressing room, leaving him completely baffled.

“Noona is going to kill you” Yoongi smirked, glancing over their stylist on the other side of the room.

“What'd I do?” Jeongguk wondered.

“The question is what didn't you do with Y/N, apparently” Jin shook his head as he crossed his arms over his chest.

Jeongguk remained confused for another second until his hyungs’ eyes looked down to his neck, near his collarbone. That's when it hit him.

“Aish, I told her not to leave m–”

“Jeon Jeongguk!” he flinched at the sound of their stylist's scolding tone. “Do you have any idea of how long it's going to take me to cover all those marks?”

“No, no, don't get mad at him” Hobi interrupted as Guk was about to apologise, placing an arm over his shoulder, “Guk-ie just wanted a little love”.

Jeongguk snorted at the sound of the nickname you called him. “Noon–”

“Like this” his second attempt of an apology got cut off again, this time by Hoseok teasingly pecking his chest in a way that had Guk trying to push him off immediately as everyone else laughed.

The stylist shook her head. “Hoseok, stop imitating Y/N” she turned around to walk away; her words bringing red tint to the maknae's cheeks – especially when she teasingly added: “And Jeongguk, let's go cover those love marks of yours”.

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Songbird

Requested: Sid x Female!Reader

Request Summary: “Could you maybe write where the reader meets Sid at Sirens (She isn't one of the "monsters" she just meets him there) when him and Nancy are doing a job for Fish like kidnapping someone.”

Gotham was not the kindest place.

Anyone who spent more than a car ride down the main street could tell you that.

From the high crime and poverty rates, to just walking past a dark alley way and hearing whats going on.

To live here, or even survive, most Gothamites did some unsavory things to get by. Whether that was guaranteeing their safety or making people fear them enough to not mess with them.

You did what you could, to the best of your ability and to the best of what you felt would keep your dignity intact.

Hell, Even the police department did shady shit.

It was a rainy and gloomy day in Gotham on that Sunday. But when was it not?

Currently, you were trying your best to not get soaked. The rain hit hard against your umbrella as you walked down the sidewalk with a purpose.

With every step though, the paper in your raincoat pocket felt like it was gaining weight. Soon, it felt as if it would tear through your pocket and crack into the cement sidewalk.

The way you kept your head, just like most of Gotham, was through information. Except yours was a little on the sweeter side.

Most the information you got, recieved or intercepted, was due to your job at the mayors office as a secretary. It paid enough itself, but the information you got paid even more.

You managed to master subtlety...being a ghost...

But as you walked into the Sirens, all you’re met with is blasting music and flashing lights. It was honestly sort of to debilitating.

Definitely not your scene.

You had only been told so much about this job. All you were asked, was to bring information about the upcoming election and to come to the Siren bar and lounge. At first, you were going to decline.

But when you saw the familiar signature, your heart had stopped.

Fish Mooney was one of the few leaders in Gotham that kept her promises when it came to protection. She liked to keep her integrity and promises. So whenever you had given information to her, for reasons such as protections she never faltered.

After that, you didn’t need to ask any questions or have any doubts after you knew it was really her.

Shifting through the bouncing bodies and dancing drunks, you eventually find your way to a back table.

Just as described in the note that was slid into your mailbox, it described two people would be waiting there. One with a mask hiding half her face would be waiting and she’d have one other with her. A guy with wild eyes and tattered clothing, looking as if he’d just been dropped by a tornado.

When you finally reached the table, it was almost like clockwork. Their eyes flicked over to you, and watched you like a hawk as you stood infront of the table.

“You’re Songbird?”

Feeling your cheeks heat up a bit, you laugh as you cover your mouth.

While most would feel intimidated by their stares, you met men with stares just like that who held no real threat behind them.

But as you locked eyes with the one sitting, to see if he held the same, your breath was caught in your chest for a moment.

He didn’t look you up in down with eyes that would make rats run back to their holes, but a gaze that told you he was taking you all in with curiosity.

“She..she still calls me that?”

You finally broke your gaze with the man and looked to the girl. Her brow rose in suspicion as you sat in the booth.

“Care to explain why?”

With a tight lipped smile, you watched out of the corner of your eye as the wild haired kid slid to sit directly next to you. His eyes having never left you for a moment...

“As you may have guessed Im an informant. Back when she ran most of Gotham I worked solely for her. That was just her cute little nickname.”

“Cute...”

Looking back over, he finally broke his gaze with a smirk as he folded up his hands on the table.

“Did you bring what was asked.”

“ ‘Course!”

Reaching into your pocket, you stopped as you turned towards him...

“What exactly are your names? Or what you go by atleast?”

As you held the the paper forward with a grasp of two fingers, you pulled it back as she reached for it.

“Names, please. I’ve gotta get something out of this.”

You watched as her eyes widened and she looked to the man sitting next to you. He only reached to cover the growing smile on his face as he looked between the two of you.

You watched as she huffed, and crossed her arms before gesturing to herself.

“Im Nancy, the one thats got the shakes next to you is Sid.”

Running your eyes up and down her, you leaned against Sid with your shoulder before leaning close.

“She always like this? So uptight.”

This time he actually let out a laugh, and it made you smile. It was a charming laugh, fitting his boyish charm.

“I think its the suit.”

With a slam of her hands against the table, you jumped a little. She had shifted from annoyed to mad, and this is when you sat a little straighter.

“The paper...now.”

Sliding the paper across the table, you swallow and look down at your lap.

“What exactly do you need with this man?”

“This all you have? I though we asked for a file?”

“That is a file! A location for a file! You thought I was actually going to give you the file? I sing, I don’t fetch.”

With a slam of your hand, suddenly you felt a hand wrap around your face and turn your head.

Being this close to his face, allowed you to get a closer look into his eyes. It seemed as if his pupils were...vibrating?

“Well? Get on with it!”

As he let go of your face, you watched him smile. He leaned against against the booth, and put one arm behind his head before putting another around your shoulders.

“Well, she did say she would bring us information about a file. Didn’t say anything about an actual file.”

With a huff, you watched as she stood and stomped out of the bar. It almost seemed as if the crowd parted for her.

But then a subtle touch to your arm lead you to look back at Sid. He didn’t seem fazed at all by her temper tantrum.

“Shouldn’t you follow her?”

He laughed, and tilted his head to see her leave before shaking it.

“Hm, I have a more pressing matter in front of me.”

You laugh, and watch as sparks fill his eyes cause of it. So he was just as intrigued as you.

This job helped you read people, and it was certainly aiding you now.

“So, You know my name. Can I get yours?”

As you reach up and grab his shoulder, you watch as he tilts his head with a wink.

“Hmm, maybe next time.”

Before you’re fully out of the booth, theres a sudden gust and the boy sitting next you is now leaning over you with a toying smile.

His hand leans forward, and runs his knuckles over your cheek.

“Ill get you to sing someday...”

With that, he’s gone.

Leaving you wishing for the next time Mooney calls in hopes of seeing him again.

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#dc imagine #gotham x reader #sid gotham #sid x reader #gotham imagine #dc #gotham #imagine #oneshots #request

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juicemitio · 5 years

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Alright I went to Louisville Galaxycon and saw Travis and Clint twice, for their worldbuilding workshop and their Q&A. Here's some interesting stuff I learned (I didn't include stuff they talked about that's pretty common knowledge or they talked about on the last ttazz)

Graduation

Fitzroy was originally going to be a jock that was weak bc he no longer had a team, Travis told Griffin that that didn't really work for the world so they reframed it as him training to be a hero, was great academically and behaviorally, but had a problem no one had seen before and no one felt like dealing with. It specifically wasn't "barbarian fails bc he can't keep his rage in check," it was that no one was willing to deal with his magic so they shipped him off

Someone asked Travis to explain fitzroy's magic, so from the DM's mouth- he's a barbarian subtype with elemental magic which has a random effect while raging, which we haven't seen yet (path of the wild soul if you want to look it up and see what he can do) and he took a feat which gives him the ability to cast 3 cantrips of his choosing. What I thought was interesting was that Travis described Fitz's magic using the word "elemental" twice, even though that isn't specifically stated in the path of the wild soul entry

Travis knows Argo's secret and is very excited about it

Clint has a pirate fiction book he reads every night before they record to get into the headspace to play Argo, he told us the name but I forgot it

There is one small little concept that made the whole of graduation make sense to Travis and is what the arc will be about, and he only figured it out a few days before recording. Obviously he didn't tell us what it was

Originally it was going to start with everyone starting at age 11 and slowly killing the other kids off, but Justin didn't feel comfortable playing a game surrounded by kids dying

The accounting scene is already one of Travis' all time favorite taz scenes

The pegasus scene informed Travis on exactly how he was going to treat the firbolg

Also Travis referred to Justin's character exclusively as "the firbolg," which means "master firbolg" is solely a thing going on with the npcs in the game which I find hilarious. They just all decided to give him a dope title bc he deserves it, meanwhile no one will call Fitzroy "sir"

To Fitzroy, social threats are an extremely real and serious thing, like the Biggest thing to him (we were talking about what characters found threatening in the workshop, for context)

There's some big concept/idea that comes up in the next episode that travis almost let spill and had to quickly stop himself from saying it

Someone mentioned eating breakfast in their question in the workshop and Travis goofed on it for a second, then said "cereal world" suddenly, and Clint had to pick up the question bc Travis had to take a second to make a note of it in his phone

Travis started brainstorming graduation in March and they recorded the first episode in October, and his main job in that time was working on graduation

Before Buckminster was adapted for graduation he could not fight at all, if he got into a fight he would die, he poured everything into charisma and could talk his way out of any fight (even the big bad of the game he crit 20d his check and the big bad walked away from the fight)

Travis is really into psychology and how if you assign a label to someone they're going to act more like it (ie you tell a kid they're amazing and smart and talented and they become more like that, you tell a kid they're annoying and dumb and a problem they become more like that), and how that was a major contributor to play into hero/villain/sidekick/henchperson dynamics, you get assigned this arbitrary title of good/evil/subservient and you become like that to fit the role, and then the inevitable pushing against that mold

Travis is fully aware of his story being compared to harry potter and he doesn't care bc it's apt (people in a school arbitrarily divided into four groups and one of them is the Bad One), also he knows people describe it as "sky high meets Harry Potter meets my hero academia" and he actually finds that really flattering bc he thinks that sounds cool and like something he'd want to watch

On that note, Travis is a self-identified Slytherin and he's always upheld that the reason Slytherin is depicted in a bad light is bc Rowling decided she didn't like them, and he's always sympathized with the idea of a first year Slytherin working their ass off following the rules and doing their work and getting points, and Dumbledore rewards three idiots for breaking like every rule and pulls the trophy away from you. This was a big inspiration for graduation, of one group getting a bad rep and being portrayed as evil for literally no reason

Amnesty

Clint & Travis's favorite scene they've ever done together was Ned & Aubrey's final scene together

Aubrey and Dani do move in with each other at the end of amnesty

Balance

Travis' main emotion around taz is pride and he's most proud of the scene in stolen century with the spirits in the robots, bc they had to record it a second time bc it got way too dark and ended in a really grim way and about 20 min after they finished they all decided that they weren't happy with it, that it didn't fit the tone, he's really proud they didn't just leave it be and they took the second pass at it to make it right

I'm pretty sure he's talked about wanting to kill Magnus off at the beginning before but he mentioned that it was only at the end of petals to the metal he actually realized he wanted Magnus to live, bc Hurley had to sacrifice herself to save Magnus bc Magnus had been so reckless, that hit Travis really hard. Travis realized that Magnus' recklessness was getting people hurt and so Magnus did too, so Magnus become a bit more cautious and took up rogue training to try not to get anyone killed again

Dust

Dust wasn't designed to be anything more than a one off and the workload was completely unsustainable, the document of notes for dust was about 100 pages and only about 10% of it got used

The reason Travis loved it so much was bc it was a mystery and he found it really fun

Commitment

Clint would love to revisit commitment, but probably not in podcast form bc he didn't find himself really being in the moment as much bc of all the different things he had to keep track of, he'd like to see a comic adaptation/continuation if possible

It was based of a comic he wrote that never got published bc the company producing it failed (he still cashed his paycheck) so he reused it bc he still liked it a lot, it was about how America was founded as a monarchy instead of a democracy and what that changed in the usa's (united sovereignty of america's) history, and how people now were fighting to establish a democracy. Also there were cowboys and spaceships and other cool stuff he put in there bc he liked it

General adventure zone

The reason why they're are able to do romantic relationships w/o being weirded out by it (they joke about it but they don't actually care) is bc it's never done in an explicit or sexual way and since it's the decision the characters would make to pursue the relationship then that's the decision they make. He reframed it as it wouldn't be weird if a family were writing a script together and there was a romance and one person wrote lines for one character and the other wrote lines for the other. He did mention that two siblings playing characters in a relationship as actors on screen wouldn't be cool though

They sometimes get comments that some of the stuff they do is "fanservice," but they feel that they owe their success to their fans and they owe some to them

They are both aware of and proud that Justin is the best at character creation, Clint specifically really was talking about how Justin's strong suit is definitely character creation and characterization

General mcelroy stuff

They walked pretty close to me when they entered the stage room for the q&a and like… they're short, like shorter than you think

Travis referred to his unborn child as "baby dod" (I'm not 100% certain but I'm pretty sure) which I looked up and is a nickname for George, and given with their older kid being named Barbera and nicknamed BeBe and Travis talking before about how he and his wife like classic names with cool nicknames it makes sense

Travis had an earing in his right ear, I didn't get to see his left ear and I couldn't tell if it was an actual piercing or a fake, it looked really good though. Also his tinted glasses look a lot cooler irl than they do in pictures

Clint told the teenage mutant Ninja turtle story with the signatures that griffin told on mbmbam, but Clint remembered it as happening at King's Island, not Disney. This story was prompted by the question of the biggest lie he ever told his kids, and he only came clean about this a few months ago

Travis told a story about how he finished a videogame when he was younger and was so excited that he picked up a plastic knife, yelled "throwing knife!" threw it directly at Griffin who dodged it and it hit and shattered a window

#taz #taz graduation #taz amnesty #taz balance #taz commitment #taz dust #travis mceloy #clint mcelroy #mbmbam #mcelroys #also i left out the actual worldbuilding tips bc the workshop is something you pay for and it wouldnt be fair if they wanted to do it again

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i have yet to listen to the bsides you recommended but i've watched the mvs (plus i'm fine) and you were right, they really are aesthetically pleasing 🌸 actually in time of sorrow the red haired rapper lowkey gave me zico vibes for a second wgdgzf (in a good way tho). can you tell me who was the one with the blue umbrella who started the bridge part in unbelievable? also the one who sang right after him sgdff. looking forward to the profiles!! as long as it isn't too much effort for you tho -🍪

ooooo !!💕💓 how did you like the songs (the ones with mvs)? the red haired rapper is hanse btw!💗😂 oh of course! he’s byungchan, and the one who comes after him is heochan uwu 💝💞

no i actually enjoy making profiles lol 😂💗 gonna go ahead and introduce the members to you! 💞💕💖

they’re under Plan A ent and debuted on november 9, 2016.

Seungwoo (24.12.94): leader, rapper and also a vocalist. a multitalent uwu 💕 he’s the dad of the group 💝 he’s really hardworking and once said that he feels like he needs to stay strong for his member bc he’s the oldest 😭😭💔💝 // the youngest in his family but the leader so basically a little brother in charge 😂💖 also he’s very annoying 😂he’s always screaming in a very high-pitched voice (someone stop him..). Super Athletic,, like.. the other members are scared of him bc of that…. he needs to chill 😂 also w e i r d (watch the mole story video (put on eng cc))

Seungsik (16.4.95): main vocalist. he’s the mom of the group 💓 also the official potato of the group (i think subin was the one to first call him that)😂💖 a silly dorky baby uwu 💕💝💞 king of smiling (honestly his smile lights my whole universe up) and being weird 💗💗 the Iconic otter face. Just a happy sunshine boy we don’t deserve 😭😭💗

Heochan (14.12.95): Main dancer and a vocalist 💞 he’s the uncle of the group 😂💖 weird boi… he’s always standing at the back looking straight at the camera like he knows something we don’t 😂😂 he has a signature hand gesture that makes him look like either a tour guide or a teacher lol 😂 the #1 subin fanboy 💗💗 A dork like the rest of them uwu 💕 his childhood nickname was dinosaur bc “he looks like one” lol (he does a dinosaur style peace sign in every pic fdhurfjdsgh) 😂 his role models are beast/highlight (he’s a fanboy uwu)

Sejun (4.5.96): vocalist, visual, face of the group. he’s the oldest son of the group. LOUD AF!! always making weird noises… 😂😂 LOVES eating 😂💗 too extra for this world,,, someone save him pls.. // lowkey cursed highkey an angel uwu💗💓💖 in reality shows seems shy but irl is a big mess 💖💞

Hanse (25.9.97): Main rapper. he’s the second oldest son of the group. okay so… we don’t even know.. this bitch is weird af….. usually silent but when he opens his mouth you’ll wish he hadn’t. Like. Why. what’s wrong with him?? also this creepy baby aegyo. he’s like the laziest person ever ( i mean relatable but still.. honey..) always judging the other members even tho he’s as weird as them (if not the weirdest member lol) 💕😂😂 never even tries, he’d just rather be home chilling than doing anything else 😂💖 Also loves subin very much and is now competing for the #1 subin’s fanboy title 💞💞 another boi doing weird noises,,, yikes what’s wrong with victon?? also another Extra boi (we do love those extra ass babies 💕💕) hanse being himself and the other members dying of laughter.

Byungchan(12.11.97): vocalist, visual. he’s the second youngest son of the group. tall skinny legend 💝💝 Also weird af (at this point who in victon isn’t..) kind of uncle-like. The king of gg dances AND sexy dances 💕💕 Honestly by his looks you’d think he’s normal but no. 😂😂Almost never seen in victon videos.. where is he???? Always gets what he wants, like he knows he’s cute and uses it for his own good 💓😂 Super weak, also uses that for his own good lol 😂 needs strong leader seungwoo’s protection uwu 💞💞 a cutie

Subin (5.4.99): vocalist, maknae. he’s the youngest son of the group. talk about maknae on top,, sigh 💔💔 Like the other members love and adore him So Much and he knows it 💗💗💗 pretty done with the members 24/7 lol 😂 he’s used to their shit but still the most judgemental member 😂 sorry for the viewers in behalf of his older members lol // made the other members kiss for his bday wish UWU!! 💕💕 The pink prince of victon (the other members gave him this nickname during unbelievable era and isn’t that like the cutest thing??)💖💖 THE CUTEST BOY UWUWUWU

and yeah that’s all (well not all but i didn’t want to make this too long)

victon’s official yt channel

their kprofiles profile

some important videos:

victon’s sexy time (put on eng cc)

victon’s dance cover

seungsik’s singing cover

2seung and hanse’s bad boy (by red velvet) remix

victon ‘그냥 나오면 돼’ Making M/V

subin’s graduation

this mess of a video lol (put on eng cc)

my fav fan youtube channels for victon:

victon subs

hansevicton

nikki jang (they also make videos about other groups)

series to watch:

victon’s born identity // ep 1. (all 16 episodes are available on 1thek’s channel with eng cc!!) ep 1 & 2 actually feature their older sister group apink uwu!!

me7nam // ep 1. their pre-debut reality(all episodes also available on 1thek’s channel with eng cc)

okay so this is A Long Post but i just wanted to say that they have lots of original songs and covers on their official yt channel (such as the bad boy remix) and they’re so talented UGH i’m a proud stan !!!!

and yes they’ve come up with the family positions (mom, dad, uncle, sons) themselves and they’re like one big soft family as they’ve said themselves UWU (okay now i’m making myself cry i love them sm!!!)

sfjhefas i should stop now this is getting too long

#okay i really enjoyed making this and i hope it's helpful #what i hope the most is that you'll fall in love with these idiots #anyways here you go!! a lot of fun videos to watch lol #cookie anon #asks #victon #my victon profile

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muggle-writes · 5 years

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Rules: Answer 21 questions and then tag 21 people who you want to get to know better.

tagged by @elizabethsyson

Nickname: Muggle is my nickname, but when I went by Muggle in person for more than a month at a time, it naturally got abbreviated, usually to Mugz

Zodiac: Aquarius

Last movie I saw: into the spiderverse (same answer as last time. I don't watch that many movies tbh except around Christmas. unless YouTube counts in which case... music of some sort? idk links for the next answer)

Favorite musician: changes by the day. I've kinda been in an acapella and/or folk music mood recently so the Maccabeats and Peter Hollens are in my YouTube and Spotify history a lot recently. also I'm eternally in awe of Forte Handbell Quartet (eta a longer video; i recommend skipping to the techno piece or the Jurassic Park theme)

Last thing I googled: "vine why are you buying clothes at the soup store" (my wife hasn't seen it; also i can't find the vine because apparently it's a much bigger meme than I realized). before that it was "chgrp not root" because work and group permissions are useful when they work

Song stuck in my head: well for most of the day when I haven't been actively listening to something, it's been the Pokemon RSE route-walking music. (but that somehow happens frequently when I'm in the no-music-no-internet room at work, as I was for most of the day, and I don't know how I accidentally trained my brain to make that connection). right now, surprisingly, I don't have any background music playing in my head. I think it's because the humidifier provides just enough white noise that my brain doesn't feel the need to provide its own

Other blogs: my main is @muggle-the-hat and I'm a mod on @why-do-neurotypicals but we've gotten one ask ever so that blog has been dormant for a while. I have a bunch of other sideblogs, but they're all small and I use different screen names on each of them (enby life: no idea which name suits me best so I may as well try them out) so i feel like it would just confuse things to link them.

Following: blogs matching all the themes of my sideblogs, (including this one, which is writeblr), korean langblr, jumblr, assorted fandom blogs, authors of my more favorite fanfictions (some overlap with other categories), and irl friends and acquaintances (including one fandom blog turned irl friend)

Do I get asks: on my main if at all, which isn't really surprising because i have hundreds of followers there and maybe 60 followers combined among the rest. but I get asks far less often than I reblog ask memes so... I'm always happy to get more. I do get tagged in ask games more on this one, but writeblr is actually vaguely organized about tag lists so that makes sense. also I used to get tagged a bunch on my main and I rarely could find the posts again to follow up when I had time to answer.

What I’m Wearing: pajamas. staying warm and cozy

Lucky number: I don't remember what I said last time, but I like a lot of numbers. 64 is a good number. recently I've been debugging software in which 0x3E is my lucky status number and 0x0E taunts me. (um, decimal 62 and 14). Also my other favorite number i can't share until it's no longer the combination to the lock to the Secret Room. (or realistically never because opsec and i shouldn't make public the types of parents we use for that combination lock), honestly I aim to be like.... ah, I'm sure the anecdote involves G.H. Hardy but i don't remember on which side. anyway one mathematician remarked to another about how the id number of the taxi he rode in was sadly uninteresting, and the one I aspire to be like, argued "what are you talking about, this number is interesting because ______" and I'd like to be able to do that for any arbitrary number thrown at me. (hi yes math is good, history is hard, math history is interesting yet i still forget the people even if i remember the math. except when things are named after people, but that tends to be, like, Euler and LaGrange and other people who did lots of cool science things so i remember the methods and the names of the methods separately which never helps)

Amount of sleep: ....depression both screws with my sleep schedule and means I always feel like I need more sleep except when I wake up at 5pm and feel like I've wasted the day. so yeah. I can never get enough sleep

Favorite food: yes (why do I have to pick a favorite?) uh, chocolate in most forms, many other sweet things, red meats (especially if served with potatoes), curry (especially if it has "too much" ginger), fresh-baked bread, chai the way my favorite local Indian restaurant makes it (spicier with just a little bit of sweet, which is the opposite of what i can get from the mocha machine at work which is wayyy sweet with a hint of spice but that inferior chai is still superior to coffee so i drink too much of it). also vegetables which I really don't eat enough of: sauteed zucchini and onions, roasted broccoli

Dream trip: dreaming requires creativity and tbh I funnel that mostly into my writing instead. I wouldn't mind going back to Korea for another visit though

Dream job: my current job is pretty good when I feel productive and when my debugging tools actually produce data maybe??? (they were not being helpful today. but i still mostly like my job.) dream job is probably this but with seniority and confidence and double the salary (while living in a similar area of the country; I wouldn't want to double my salary by moving to work for Google in California and having less available after rent than I do now)

Describe yourself as aesthetic things:

the smell of old books

the first glow of sunrise (the sunrise painting the mountains pink and gold)

a rainbow in the spray from a waterfall

the flicker of distant lightning (watching a thunderstorm fade into the distance)

this picture

Random fact: about me or about the world?

how about a combination answer: when we got our new handbell music this season, we only looked at half the pieces our first rehearsal and afterwards I tried to look up one of the pieces we hadn't gotten to on YouTube because it's got a weird time signature and I wanted to get a feel for how fast it would go and how strict the counting is...... except it turns out we're the first group to ever play the piece. it was commissioned recently but seeing my conductor's name on the page didn't tell me how new it was because he's super prolific. (the fact that it was on printer paper without the publisher's graphics should have been a giveaway but it's only the second time I've been among the first to play one of his pieces so I think I can be excused for not realizing)

Languages: mostly just English, but I took Spanish for years, so I can hold simple conversations in it. I can almost read sound out Hebrew fast enough to keep up in services, and I know some random Hebrew vocab but comparatively no grammar. and I took Korean in college, enough that I can recognize sentence structure but I can really only speak tourist-Korean, though I can sound anything out (if it's typed. handwriting is hit or miss.) in both Hebrew and Korean (and Spanish tbh but i don't often listen to Spanish music) I'm very proud when I can separate the words enough, listening to a song, to translate them without looking up the lyrics. also I tried to learn Japanese from Duolingo when it was new, but I still hadn't gotten the kana straight when it started progressing to kanji so that was a rough time and I went back to Hebrew.

tbh I "dabble" in "language learning" which really means I start a million courses on Duo and stick with none of them. with the notable exception of French, which I acknowledge is super common and probably a good idea to learn but the spelling and pronunciation seem so arbitrary I'm scared to look close enough to learn it properly, and I've never particularly considered starting the Duolingo course for French

I think I lost a few questions, because that's only 18 answers. whoops.

um... who to tag

@abluescarfonwaston if school hasn't drowned you in work yet and @copperscales I'm interested in both of your choices for lucky numbers especially.

... wow I'm blanking on other mutuals I haven't tagged recently. as usual lmk if you'd like to be edited in, or just answer the questions and tag me back, that's great too.

#tag games #i really like that 'describe yourself' question can we keep that around as a poetry prompt?#i think you also tagged me in a 'last line' tag game but i still haven't written anything #my creative energy has been (a) low and (b) directed specifically into generating matching titles for my purimgifts fics #i'll participate if i still remember by the time i'm doing 'real' writing again or you can just tag me the next time that game comes around

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blueneonlightshow-blog · 7 years

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Tom’s Dating Advice

Marco looked around, still surprised by how modern Tom's home looked despite being in the underworld. While the cave had a red tint to it, there were arcade machines against the wall, the ping pong table he played against with Tom when he kidnapped him, a kitchen, living room, and a nice furnished table. If it weren't for the torture devices hanging from the wall, he'd say it looked almost nice to live in. The boy turned around as he heard Tom enter the room once more.

"So can I get you anything? Blood? Tormented souls? Hearts of the damned? Sparkling water?"

"Uh… I think I'll take the last one."

Tom opened his refrigerator, revealing several bags of blood, raw meat, glowing red orbs. Grabbing some sparkling water, the demon sat back down on the couch, tossing the drink to Marco, and continued to play his video games. "So what's up? Want to play another round of Space Ninja Extreme? I promise I won't cheat this time."

Marco rolled his eyes. "First of all, you always cheat. You never not cheat."

"I played fair last time."

"You melted my controller when I was winning."

"It's a legitimate strategy."

"Second…" the boy continued. "I'm actually here to talk about Star."

The demon raised an eyebrow, looking at him with his three eyes. "Why? Is something wrong?"

"Um… no, not with Star…"

Tom returned to his game, trying to dodge his opponent's attacks. "Then I'm sure you can handle it. Besides, you lived with her for a year. I'm pretty sure you're used to whatever she throws at you. Metaphorically, of course… and literally I guess... OOOHH! Look at that combo!"

"Ugh, Tom. C'mon. I need some help here."

"Why? I thought you said nothing's wrong with Star."

Marco shifted uncomfortably, distracting himself by watching the TV. "Well… there isn't…"

"Okay… well you better spit it out, cuz you're kind of distracting me from winning- Oooooh! Almost got me," he cheered.

Marco sighed. "Alright… so… Star and I are about to have our first date and-"

Tom lunged at Marco, dropping his controller and grabbing Marco's shoulders. The game played a sad note followed by a game over title card on the large flat screen TV. "Whoa, whoa, hold on. You're dating Star!? You two finally confessed!? Since when!?" he asked, shaking the boy.

"Get off!" Marco slapped his hands away and straightened out his hoodie. "She had this whole song thing and… look, I'll tell you later. I just need some help here. We're about to go on our first date tonight and I have no idea what to do! We hang out as best friends all the time, but now that we're… you know… together… I don't know what to do for our dates. And I don't want it to be the usual stuff we do, so I was hoping since you used to date Star, maybe you could give me some advice?"

"Why me? I'm sure you two will be fine. Just do what you normally do."

"Yeah, but… I don't know, can you help me out here?"

Tom nodded. "So what you're saying is you're too stupid to know how to date Star. Don't worry, man. I got you covered."

Marco glared at the demon. "Gee. Thanks, Tom. What would I do without you…"

He laid an arm over the boy's shoulder and walked him over to the couch. "Now lemme tell you how I used to do things. I was a real lady killer back then."

"Is that a pun or are you-"

"First tip! Get Star some flowers. She love flowers. I think."

The boy gave Tom a quizzical look. "You gave flowers to Star?"

He shrugged. "Well, I tried. Here's the story of our first date."

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Tom spiked his hair up, trying to keep the perfect signature shape he always had. He wore his usual ripped shirt and dark pants, trying to keep it casual for the date. He looked at his watch, growing more impatient as time went on. "Ugh, where is she?"

He heard a sigh behind him. "Hello Tom."

He turned around and saw his 'girlfriend' Star Butterfly in her blue sleeveless dress. "Star!"

"Yeah, yeah, it's me. Let's just get this over with."

"Look, I know your parents set you up on this whole thing, but trust me, I'm not that bad of a guy. Here. I brought you flowers."

Star gasped, her eyes sparkling with joy. "Really!?"

"Yeah, check it out." He revealed a bouquet of roses slowly burning away into a stiff shell of charcoal. The demon breathed in the smoke and sighed. "Isn't it just wonderful?"

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"You burnt your flowers…?"

"Yeah? So?"

"That doesn't sound very romantic."

Tom scoffed, crossing his arms. "What are you talking about? What could be more romantic than burning flowers? It's fleeting, it's ever-changing, it's warm, it's-"

"Tom, I don't know how things work down here in the underworld, but I'm pretty sure flaming roses aren't romantic…"

"Shows what you know about dating."

"Hey, for your information, I had a girlfriend before Star and I got together."

"Oh yeah? And how'd that work out for you?"

Marco scratched his head. "Uh… well…"

"Exactly. Now, as I was saying…"

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Star was appalled by the burning bouquet. She waved her hands in the air, trying to blow wind onto the fire, but only managed to make it grow brighter.

Tom on the other hand was somewhat confused by her actions. "What are you… ohhhhh I get it. You want it to burn brighter! I got you, Starship." His eyes began to glow red. He channelled his energy into his hand, creating a roaring fire engulfing the roses. "This does look better!"

"TOM!"

He jumped back, startled by the princess's sudden outburst. "What?"

"Why did you burn those flowers?"

"I thought that's what you wanted! You were trying to make it bigger, weren't you?"

Star threw her hands up in the air. "Why would I want to make a bigger fire?"

"What's wrong with bigger fires? I think they're pretty cool."

Star sighed. "Whatever… let's just… get on with this date…" She pulled out her dimensional scissors and reluctantly entering through the portal.

"Uhh…. geez what's wrong with her?"

Tom followed after her, finding himself in Quest Buy. Several Mewmans, demons, monsters, and animal-like creatures ran through the busy intersection of the dimension with the occasional buyers being chased down by their killer gift cards. He let out a light chuckle, always finding it amusing to see someone making that mistake.

"C'mon, Tom, let's see what we can find around here," Star called out.

He smiled, making his way towards the princess. "Sure thing, Starship."

"Don't call me that."

"Aww, but it suits you!"

"Shhh shhh shh shh shush shush shush. No. No nicknames."

Tom huffed, the heat around him becoming slightly warmer from his annoyance. "Fine."

The two went through several isles of intricate products ranging from toys to weapons, food to potions, and much more. To any ordinary bystander, a trip to Quest Buy was always a treat. They could get anything in the universe and more in this one shopping dimension, but for Tom, it was a total bore. None of these things really entertained him. They were mere distractions to him, but Star seemed to enjoy window shopping. As much as he wished she had picked a better date spot, he did enjoy watching Star be amazed by each product on display-

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Marco rolled his eyes, letting out a sigh. "Alright, alright, get on with it."

"Hey, don't interrupt me, I'm in the middle of the story!"

"Well, can you at least tell it a little faster? I kind of have a date with Star soon." He pointed at his watch, trying to get Tom to hurry up.

The demon ignored his request. "Every detail matters, Marco. What? You don't want to hear my advice on how to date Star?"

"I'm not sure if you swooning over Star is an important detail. Also… Starship? Really?"

He smirked. "Oooohhhhh, getting jealous are we?"

Marco scoffed. "What!? I'm not jealous! What would I be jealous of?"

"Heh, right. But man, she sure is something though, isn't she? Beautiful, funny-"

"Next."

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"Oooohhhhh! Look, look! It's the newest edition of my all time favourite comic!"

Tom looked at the cover page before realizing what he was looking at. "Oh, this thing. Seen it. Ending's kind of lame."

Star looked over to her date with a confused look. "You've read it before? But it just came out today."

"I know the guy who makes the series."

She gasped, her eyes lighting up with excitement. "You do!?"

"Yeah. I paid him a visit a while ago. He was overdue for the underworld anyway."

The eagerness disappeared and was replaced with disappointment. "You… reaped his soul then?"

"Yup. All part of my job. Pretty cool, right?" he bragged, leaning against the bookshelf.

Star shook her head, rubbing her temples. "Okay… so… the guys dead cuz of you. Great."

"Don't worry, he told me the entire story before I brought him to my place. The main characters fight each other, but end up working together and saving their dimensions."

"TOM!"

The demon jumped. "What!?"

"You just spoiled the ending to my favourite comic!"

"No I didn't! That was just the set up for the bigger ending. Their dimensions fuse as one in the end."

Star glared at her date. "..."

"..."

"Yeah, this isn't going to work out."

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"Wow, you're a terrible boyfriend."

"Oh yeah? How do you explain the fact that we went on five other dates after that?"

"Did Star ever ask you to go on any of those five dates or did you just bribe her parents?"

Tom opened his mouth to retort but soon closed it. "...Shut up."

Marco rolled his eyes. "Alright, so… lemme go over your notes. Star love flowers, preferably one that isn't on fire, likes to dimension hop, and I should enjoy the things she likes."

"Yeah pretty much."

"Tom, that's all stuff I already knew when we were best friends."

"Yeah, I know. Why do you think literally everyone thought you two were already dating?"

"Wait, they did?"

"Look, I'm sure you'll be fine. Just go on your date or whatever. You're gonna be late."

Marco looked at his watch, realizing that he was late by two whole minutes. He panicked, sloppily patting himself down, trying to find where he left his dimensional scissors. "Gah, c'mon where is it, where is it!?" He reached into his back pockets and pulled the scissors out, quickly thanking the demon before tearing a portal back to Earth. "Thanks a lot, Tom, I'll see you later!"

"Uh-huh."

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Marco appeared from the portal, his eyes adjusting to the sudden brightness and vibrant colours of Earth. He looked around and saw Star waving at him in the distance, running towards him.

"Hey, Marco! Sorry I'm late. I was talking to Ponyhead about something and got kind of held up," she quickly said, trying to catch her breath. Little did Marco know, Star was doing the exact same thing as him, getting dating advice from Ponyhead before meeting up.

"Haha, n-no problem!"

The two stared at each other, a blush beginning to form on both their faces. This was the first time they would be meeting as an actual couple instead of best friends. Neither of them knew how this worked.

Star cleared her throat. "S-so…"

"So…"

"...Movies?"

Marco nervously smiled. "S-sure."

Star smiled back. The two began to walk over to the theatres side by side. Marco glanced at how close their hands were and moved closer to Star's side, hesitantly tapping her fingers with his. She responded by shyly wrapping her pinkie around his, the pair far too shy to publicly hold hands. They looked at each other with red faces and smiled.

Tom was right. He didn't need to worry. The two would find a way to make it work, just like all the times before.

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