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loved by the moon (riddle, leona, and azul x f!reader)
requested by @lydiacallas: Can i ask for a Moon Goddess like!Fem!Reader? Like they have magic linked to the moon, they have like- this ethereal, pure and calm vibe of the moon itself and their voice is calm too. Maybe their hair is a bit glow in the dark? With Malleus, Azul, Lilia, Riddle and Leona, please and thank you very much! 🥺✨
warning: minor spoilers to book 6 + somewhat long imagine
note: reader uses she / they pronouns + is in the same grade as the boys !! this is very overdue im sorry 😣 and i based some characteristic and abilities to moonlight cookie and princess luna guilty as charged 😔 + malleus and lilia part will be in another post!
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·˚ ༘ riddle rosehearts (2nd year ramshackle dorm leader)
"the decision of all professors and staffs of night raven college falls in favor for miss (name) (last name) to enroll here - exempting them from the all-boys rule. she will be in charge of the ramshackle dorm during her stay here."
riddle does not understand how on earth were you able to stay in the school and always hold yourself with such grace, he couldn't explain why your presence seems to be similar to vil like you were oozing of calm vibes
you were the total opposites - he is more accustomed to fire while you specialize in water magic*. he lose his rationality quickly while he had never see you even falter during the time you two were classmates + he always abides by the rules while you do what ever you want
"you are not allowed to sleep in class!"
"it's not sleeping, i am just resting my eyes..."
"you must not pick flowers from the garden on wednesdays."
"riddle, i am not under the queen of hearts rules."
and riddle actually holds a one sided grudge against you for that + makes it his mission always to remind you of the rules, going on about mini rants to which you nodded to while reading your books
typically, riddle would've mention something about the rule of the queen of hearts but he was strangely quiet. you see him looking down at his notebook, lost in his world. and that surprised you because never you would've thought you would know this side of him.
"no rule trivia for today?"
"...huh?"
"there is something on your mind, no? why don't we talk about that instead our usual trivias."
as time passed by, you and riddle gradually close friends to the point that heartslabyul treats you like their saving grace whenever riddle goes on a rampage, even more when you became second years
when the first overblot happened, it was the first time he saw your face, usually so calm, crumbled like dust when the blot manifested into a large phantom
"hahaha! the law in this world is me! not even you, (name), can stop me!"
"i'm not letting you go so easily, riddle. rules are meant to protect your people, but you don't realize you are using them to suffocate them. you even hurt my dorm mates, enough of this!"
riddle was sure you wouldn't speak to him again because you weren't there the moment he woke up. he tried asking trey and cater if you were avoiding him, but they could not answer him. the next few days, he didn't even get to talk to you.
then he found himself admiring nrc at night time, breaking his own rules, maybe it's okay to let is slide for now. as he needs some time to think
absentmindedly wandering around the school grounds, letting the cool breeze feel his skin, riddle had his hand brushing through the thick bushes until they got pricked by a stray thorn
"ah-" he hissed, holding up his pricked finger. it was just a tiny injury that's nothing to worry about. the injury was nothing compared to what he saw next
"riddle? what are you doing this here at this hour?"
riddle spotted you sitting under the tree where silver usually takes his naps, surrounded by bunnies as they piled around your lap.
after days of not seeing each other, riddle thought he was going crazy because the last time he saw you, he knew pretty sure that your eyes and hair do not have that silver glow - it was like you were the moon itself
"is it my fault that your eyes and hair changed?"
"oh, this is awkward... " you look at the bunnies trying to hide behind you, being scared of riddle's sudden appearance, contemplating about something before sighing in defeat. "i think i owe you an explanation. but first, can you keep a secret?"
this confused riddle very much. what do you mean explanation? did something happen while he was out? before he could even think of it, you were already in front of him - your point and middle finger placed on his forehead.
'the moon has come out to play, now bid your worries away.' a comfortable feeling of cold wrapped around riddle's body, feeling the fatigue from his overblotting disappear, the weight on his shoulder being gone and his pricked finger healed. while riddle stared at you in shock, you finally reveal your true appearance and float around him like a curious child.
"would you believe me if i told you i am the descendant of the moon goddess?"
... oh. OH !!
prepare for him because this little goldfish right here is most likely a fan of reading books about your kind + cue the sparkling eyes
and oh my god are those butterflies he can feel in his stomach? or maybe he is just hungry but he only feel that way around you though. oh well !!
** okay so i think reader will be compatible with water magic because the moon has this gravitaional pull right which cause the high tides and low tides... and riddle is fire!
·˚ ༘ leona kingscholar (3rd year transfer student)
"kingscholar, think of this as your punishment for the spelldrive incident. i would gladly take miss (name) for a tour but alas, there are countless of papers that needs my attention."
leona knew that there is something like a cloak of mysteriousness around you the moment you appeared in the college mid-year as a transfer student from rsa
just you don't interfere with his plans and he will also stay out of yours but it turns out he was assigned by the crow to take you around
"... wow, do i look like a punishment worthy chore?" you sigh, shaking your head in disappointment before turning to leona and he could swear he could see your eyes glowing for a moment when you stare at him.
"i take it that the dorm leader of savannaclaw will be my tour guide?"
"just don't lag behind." giving you a shrug before he started walking ahead of you. despite his short descriptions and tour around the school, leona is thankful that you didn't seem to be a nosy type of person, just a little on the calm and reserve type than most people he knew.
doesn't understand how people seems to look starstruck whenever you walk by them i mean you are attractive yes but not being able to move? that's different
it also turns out you share most of your classes! maybe crowley was really punishing him for the incident as he was stuck with you, being your babysitter.
but you almost look like his babysitter + quickly became one of the most tolerable people in the school and he doesn't mind having you around
"leona? let me bother you for a moment, can you help me with this problem?"
"oh that?" the lion lifted his head and stared at the paper you were holding before waving his hand in dismissal. "remember the activity we did as partners? that's the one."
"..." you squinted your eyes and leona could see them literally glow in purple light causing him to blink several times if he was seeing it right but it disappeared quickly. "oh i get it now, thanks."
"do your eyes really glow like that?"
"huh? i don't know what you are talking about."
you were not the nagging type - letting him hide and snooze off behind you during class and surprisingly, you were fun to spar with during practical exams + too smart for your own good
he had never seen any kind of fighting similar to yours like your fighting style is only yours to begin with - not only you excel in defending, you never seem to get tired despite being a speedy defender.
you and the savanaclaw dorm leader spent the whole afternoon sparring with each other and by the time you notice it, the sun was already setting. "aren't you tired yet, leona?"
"you better tell me how you manage to keep up with me all this time."
you did say to keep up with you the first time we met." you twirl your spear around you before stabbing it on the ground, leaning on it and grinned at leona. "i'm just keeping my promise."
now leona was pretty sure you are not a normal transfer student + especially after fighting with you in the island of woe and it was pretty interesting how you unexpectedly exposed yourself in front him and jamil.
the moment you, who was assigned to be in the front of the group due to you having the most capable defensive powers, entered the room on the current sector, leona and jamil look at your back in surprise.
"(name)-senpai?"
"what's up, jamil?"
"... is that a normal thing for you?" the room was oozing with the presence of phantoms everywhere and there was no source of light - aside from your hair locks that are now shining like a billowing night sky of twinkling stardust, borne in a void of black and fading in an indigo moonset
"oh that's normal, we can just use it as source of light. save your magic for now."
"no wonder your magic feels different from everyone else - you are a moon goddess, right?"
leona is not blind, he just need a solid evidence to confirm his gut feeling. unique magic spells + signature spear + glowing eyes and your hair locks literally looking like that?
while fighting along side each other, leona could literally leave his back open because heknew and trust that you always have his back and vice versa
"leona-senpai, watch out-" before jamil could jump in between the incoming attack and leona, you pulled the second year by his hood deflected the attack with your spear so effortlessly.
"it's fine, moon fairy here got our backs." you hear leona said proudly before landing a critical hit on the phantom.
"aren't you glad you're stuck with us?"
everyone in school knows how two of you would make an unbeatable duo when it comes to strategies and games
and not going to lie, leona thinks so too! you are strong, smart and everything above + treats you life his closest friend and respects you a lot but you do things sometimes that are not really necessary
"are you done yet?" he couldn't help but ask, his tail thumping on the floor with annoyance while you tried braiding some parts of his hair.
you peek over his should and smiled, trying to show him the small braid that you did on the side. "yeah, it's fun braiding your hair!" after your identity being revealed, you let yourself relax more around him - when you express happiness, your hair starts glowing as it did before and small crescent like moon thingy start appearing around you
... leona find that cute + now he understand why people become starstruck when it comes to you
**you know how moonlight cookie's hair color looks like? yeah that's the one!
·˚ ༘ azul ashengrotto (2nd year ramshackle vice dorm leader)
"did you hear about the rumors? recently, students are saying that when you go to the botanical garden at night and stand under the moonlight - all your questions will be answered!"
the fact that rumors like that exists made azul irritated because it means he got competition. and having competition in the thing he do best is not fun.
so he and the twins went to investigate - how and where the rumors first started and who are most likely to be involved in the case
surprisingly enough, it all leads to a certain ramshackle vice dorm leader aka you + azul already knew you due to being the same year and his 'rival'
he considers you as his rival because you two always seem to fight for the top 2 and 3 spot every exam but for you... i think he would be hurt if you say that you like to aim for the top spot because it's fun 🤩
it was during lunch time and you were planning to eat with yuu, grim and the others when all of a sudden, someone blocked your way out by leaning on the door. "(last name) can i ask a bit of your time? i would like to ask you regarding an important matter." the ever so charismatic azul asked, his usual charming smile on as if he wants to do business with you.
"oh, hi azul. what is it about?"
"how delightful! do you happen to know the rumor about your unanswered questions will be answered as you stand under the moonlight?"
"there is a rumor like that? under the moonlight? why the specifics?" one thing that azul observed about you is that your emotion reflects on your eyes. call it his gut feel but just one look and he already knew you were telling the truth
"a pity... it seems like i am back to square one."
"... maybe i can go help you out? i am not that busy these upcoming days."
and so azul's little group grew in numbers consisting of him, you, yuu, grim and the twins. oddly enough, it was actually fun to hang out with you
azul never got to interact with you that much before and only knew information about your through papers and from what he heard from people but being with you right now exceeds his expectations
"if headmaster crowley is similar to crow... do you think he likes to hoard shiny things?" you suddenly whispered it to azul one day in class, your mind clearly wandering and not paying attention to what professor trein is writing on the board.
"what is with the random thought?"
what is we leave a trail of shiny things and create a trap, that would be really funny."
you were an oddball. sometimes you will joke around with him and trying to make him laugh during class. there are also times where he couldn't explain the calming feeling he had whenever you are around + he could never even feel any other intentions from your actions as if you genuinely want to become his friend
it took him a while to notice how you always seem to stand out and become the embodiment of grace and elegance - a confident yet modest person who knows what you want
you always help him out in solving the rumor mystery but there is something that made you look suspicious → you always go back to your dorm before sunset
it's not that he wants to take up all your time but the way you stand firm of not being able to join them during night time and saying how dangerous it is made him suspect you of something
so he went alone wearing his ceremonial robes (the twins are taking over his duties for a while i know very unbelievable but imagine) to investigate the botanical garden and there he saw you run inside - a trail of silver light following you behind
and when azul went inside to stand in the spot, trying to think of what to wish until he hears a familiar voice ringing in the building
"say your wish out loud and the moon will light its way to you."
"well, now this is marvelous. can i see one guiding my wish for me?" azul looked up, trying to call out for you, even looking around to see signs of you. there was a moment of silence before he heard you sigh and in an instance, you appeared before him, avoiding his look.
"i thought i told you to let it go?"
after finding out you were his competitor - he didn't really feel annoyed at all! rather he was intrigued on how you were able to do it ...? you help the students find the answers on their own in their dreams?!
seeing your hair glow in silver light in the dark reminds him of himself as some octopus also glow in the dark just like him!
"azul, do you know that i really admire you?"
"me? what is there to admire about me? i do nknow i have a remarkable potential but compared to y-"
"no, seriously. you don't need to compare yourself to me. having to do all these business related work AND studying at the same time? you should appreciate yourself more."
... do you want to make him cry on the spot? hearing such words makes him happy but hearing it from you aka one of the people he really admire and yes he admits he admire you as a rival - his emotions are going haywire.
even if he is smart, it will take time for azul to realize that his admiration is just growing stronger and stronger each day and bloom into something else
#twisted wonderland#twisted wonderland x reader#twisted wonderland imagines#twisted wonderland headcanons#twisted wonderland scenarios#twst scenarios#twst imagines#riddle rosehearts#riddle roseheart x reader#leona kingscholar#leona kingscholar x reader#azul ashengrotto#azul ashengrotto x reader#faeryarchives#a.twst#a.heartslabyul#a.savanaclaw#a.octavinelle#twst x reader
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How? (College AU! Trafalgar Law x Gn!Reader)
Pov: You're a college student at the Grand Line college, thanks to how far you originally lived you had to get an apartment close by resulting in you rooming with Trafalgar Law which raises a few questions along the line...
Warning: Corpses (briefly mentioned), Morgue, Curse words, bare chest(?), but besides that it's mainly fluff (enjoy!)
This fic has a part 2! Here
You have been a criminology student in the Grand Line college for the past two semesters. Thanks to how far away from home your building was you had to get an apartment close to your classes.
This brought you to share a dorm with your current roommate, Law: a reserved Medicine Student that seemed really close to bursting at any given point of time... That or fainting near to your house due to lack of sleep resulting in you being framed for attempted murder (cops aren't always that smart and you knew that).
It took a while but after a year and a half you managed to get on friendly terms with Law, well as friendly as you could get with someone as cold and distant as him. Your friendship basically consisted of you both complaining about the medical and juridical system, sometimes you getting under his nerves, and hanging out in his room while the two of you study for your so feared finals.
He was never one to talk much so you did most, if not all, of the talking although neither you nor him mind... It was nice for a change.
You've come to discover that besides you, Law didn't have many friends, he had a few scattered around as you came to meet, and befriend, Bepo, Sachi and Penguin: Three of his closest friends. Learning this was a bit depressing according to you but then again looking at Law you really got to understand why plus, they say it is better to have few friends that are loyal than having plenty and they are all fake right? So you just shrugged it off and was happy for him.
What didn't seem to get into your brain was how this man was still single...
Yes, sure he was cold but whenever he cared for you thanks to your random injuries or thanks to the dangers you faced whenever you had to go to the morgue for practices that doubt always rose up.
Your doubts were confirmed one time as you were walking down the hall and a crowd seemed to form around a window area. You were pretty sleepy so you didn't pay it any mind until you heard quite a squeaky voice yell into your ear.
"LAW LOOK OVER HERE!"
You physically cringed at the loud yell... But wait... You blinked for a bit...
Did she...
You quickly turned your face towards the window only to find out that what the crowd was watching was none other than your roommate... You froze at the sight.
He was playing basketball with Sachi and Penguin, it was a casual play through, you could tell thanks to the relaxed demeanor the three of them had, your eyes focused on Law... His forehead had some sweat rolling down his skin, he was wearing a tank top showing off his strong arms covered in tattoos that you rarely got to see and... Did you get a glimpse of a chest tattoo?! If it wasn't for the window you're sure as hell you would've fallen off the building thanks to how close you were leaning to the edge...
You quickly shook your head and walked off even more confused than before.
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A few days later you were hanging out in the living room as you waited for the oven to beep signaling that the cookies you had impulsively made were done.
It was a Sunday in the morning so you didn't have much to do and decided to have a chill day with some cookies, a blanket and a random movie you were probably gonna fall asleep to. Your mind was wondering when you suddenly heard the door to the bathroom open with a light thud followed by footsteps approaching what you thought was Law's room, you looked out of the corner of the eye to find Law looking for you on your bedroom... The problem? His chest was bare... All he was wearing was a pair of sweat pants. Your eyes widened as you noticed him approach you on the couch with a sleepy look on his face, his tattooed hand resting lazily on the back of his neck.
"Hey do you have any more sunscreen? Mine ran out..."
Your eyes wandered through his entire body. His chest was covered with a heart tattoo that went from his collarbone down to his bellybutton, it was quite the sick tattoo you had to admit, he had abs that could be envied by a Greek god thanks to how marked they were... Your mind started racing with confusion as you looked back with a blank stare to a pretty confused Law. He snapped his fingers in front of you.
"Earth to Y/N-ya"
"YEAH I'M AWAKE!" You yelped, he couldn't help but sigh as he stood mere inches away from you.
"Jeez... What the fuck has gotten into ya'...?" He placed his hand on your forehead "You haven't been sleeping right?"
You quickly leaned back avoiding his contact as your face flushed a bright red, much to his surprise. You closed your eyes rubbing the bridge of your nose, silence was the only thing that surrounded the two of you as he looked at you very confused.
"How...?"
"Hm?"
You quickly jolted up to face him, if he had a shirt on you would have pulled on it but he wasn't so your only option was to squeeze his face with your hand and pull him closer. This action made Law blush a bright red as he looked at you confused.
"How are you still single?!"
"HAH?!"
His mind started racing as he tried to understand the reason behind your actions "Pardon?!"
"You heard me! Like..." You let go of his face and let yourself fall onto the couch with a grunt as you hid your face on your hands. He looked over at you with a raised brow, a sigh escaping his lips. "All I did was ask for sunscreen..."
"And you're half naked!"
"Don't be a baby... You've seen more naked bodies than me, what is a half one have to do with-"
"They weren't alive man! That doesn't..." You grunted
At your words he finally understood where your reaction was coming from, a soft chuckle escaping his sadistic smile.
"Pervert..."
"Shut the fuck up!"
He laughed very loudly this time making you even more flustered. "Just tell me where your sunscreen is" He said softly, a hint of amusement still on his voice "I need to take care of my tattoos"
You raised your arm and pointed towards the direction of your room "Second drawer, in the hello kitty bag..."
You didn't even turn to look at him but you knew he was smirking like the little asshole he was, clearly enjoying how flustered you were thanks to him.
"Thanks..." He muttered quickly and walked over to your room, the footsteps signaling you that your interaction was over.
Suddenly the oven beeped snapping you back to reality and out of your thoughts...
"Oh right the cookies..." You muttered as you stood up and headed over to the kitchen, you could still feel your cheeks burning up as you remembered the image of your roommate's half naked body. You could even feel your mind going numb with the image.
"You made cookies?" His yelling voice made you jolt up just as you were taking the cookies out of the oven burning yourself in the process.
"SHIT!" You yelled out as you dropped the cookie tray on top of the kitchen counter with a loud clank noise coming out of the impact, Law almost bursted out of your room as soon as he heard you curse with a worried look on his face.
"You okay?!"
You gave him a thumbs up as you rubbed your hand "Yeah..."
Although you told him you were okay he quickly approached you and took your hand into his, making your heart skip a beat at the sudden contact.
"It's a light burn..." He answered softly, stroking your skin with such care that you were surprised by it "Let me get some cream and you should be fine..."
As he walked off your gaze followed him with clear curiosity in your eyes... He quickly got back from the bathroom and started placing it on the small place you had burned yourself, his hands avidly stroking your skin. Once he was done a small smile formed on his lips as your eyes narrowed.
"There..."
"My point still stands..."
"Huh...?"
Your words confused him but the same question still lingered on your head as you looked at him, the cold feeling of the cream on your skin making the sting of the burn go away in an instant. You then sighed and turned around to focus your attention on the cookies.
"You want some...?"
He nodded silently in response, a small smile still on his lips as he found your level of confusion amusing in some way.
Maybe the mystery of how he was single would go forever unsolved...
But that morning you sure as hell had a great time enjoying those cookies together...
It almost made it seem like you were a couple.
But... Nah that wouldn't be possible...
Right...?
#trafalgar law#one piece#one piece x reader#one piece fanfiction#one piece fic#trafalgar law x y/n#trafalgar one piece#trafalgar law x reader#one piece fluff#trafalgar d law x reader#one piece au#oneshot#one piece scenario
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wish i had a river (part two)
here it is, the part two i said i wouldn't write.
if you missed it, here is the first part - wish i had a river
this is very much an eddie munson fanfiction, it's mostly from his perspective and follows his story through his eyes and actions. 'you' are mentioned and seen in this fic, but for the most part, it's all eddie all the time.
cw: minors dni, adult themes, some smut references. angst. hurt/comfort. lots of mentions of poverty/hunger, sleep deprivation, all around eddie having a bad time. cigarettes/mild drinking but nothing inherently like -- bad? idk. unpopular ship mentioned. i did NOT proof read this.
The alley behind Macy's was a safe haven. Cold, a blue black, poorly paved, with nothing but the dumpters of other stores and the rats to keep him company. Eddie nursed a cigarette on his third smoke break of the night, two bad customers away from a total nervous breakdown. His anxiety built higher every day, every rush, every icy road report -- more people yelling, more people stressed out, more car accidents he'd have to clean up. Wayne's been in an out of the doctor's office more often and it's looking like he might have to retire early. The cigarette loses it's flame and he curses under his breath when he goes to light it again, the nicotine soothing his lips and tongue with a slow steady burn.
You never got to decorate cookies together on his impromptu 'sick day', you hadn't returned any of his calls. Not that he thought he was off the hook or anything, but he did basically write you a fifty two page love letter. If he had the time he'd come by your apartment to apologize in person but at this point exhaustion had started to over stay it's welcome. He could barely make it to the pharmacy on his nights off to get Wayne's medication. The guys at the auto shop could tell something was starting to go very left, 'cause why was the youngest guy there the one who couldn't keep up anymore?
And Eddie really couldn't keep up anymore.
At least his commission in the shoe section was doubling daily.
The cold bites his cheeks while he finishes his cigarette, tossing the butt on the dirty, uneven pavement and crushing out the flame with his work shoes. He rubs his eyes, heavy and swollen with lack of sleep, with scrubbed fingernail hands and sighs. Just another hour and he can go home, just another hour and it's not a closing shift, he can go home at seven like normal people with regular jobs.
He drops his coat off in the cubby area upstairs, stopping in the bathroom to splash some cold water on his face. He inspects himelf, eyes half closing in disappointement while he does -- he looks like a shell of himself. He hadn't picked up his guitar in months, didn't turn the radio on anymore -- opting for silence since it was so rare for him to hear between Macy's, the shop, and Wayne's breathing machine at night.
He takes his hair down, shaking out the curls that had at least dried into waving perfection last night, and gives it a shake before putting it back up in a neat ponytail. His bangs sit on his forehead, a few strands framing his now gaunt face. He practices an awake smile in the mirror before he completely deflates -- one bad interaction, one rude look, one snap from a boss, and he'd lose it. The rawness sat in a lump in his throat, a grenade of tears ready to blow if the pin is even so much as nudged.
The door to the back rooms squeaks open on its hinges, revealing the never ending click of boots, heels, sneakers, and men's shoes on the sining tile of Macy's walkway floors. In the beginning, the scent of the perfume section across the way and the bright lights of jewelry used to be an assault on his senses -- but as Wayne says 'You can get used to anything.'
"You good, Ed?" he hears, and turns his head -- it's Angie. Angie is his favorite coworker because she makes the best and meanest jokes about people. If it wasn't for some nights closing with Angie he would've left this job a long time ago. He'd been keeled over in laughs with a duster in his hand so many times that it almost seemed wrong to abandon her there.
"Yeah," he furrows his brow at her, "Should I not be?"
"Some pretty boy's been looking for you," she says, nodding over to the boots section, "You got another business I don't know about?"
A grin stretches across her frosted red lipstick'd lips, crinkling her overlined and spider lashed eyes. She's what Eddie and the guys at Forest Hills would have called 'trailer park pretty' if she was thirty years younger.
"They would be so lucky, wouldn't they?" Ed smirks back, eyes following her nod and landing on a head of beautifully coiffed chestnut hair, "Harrington?"
Steve's eyes perk up like a golden retreiver, a winning smile spreading across his face with a flash of white teeth in it's wake, "Hey, Ed!"
Angie gasps when she realizes who it is, "Oh shit! Is this the guy that --"
"Shh, shut up Ange," Ed huffs, waving her off while Steve comes up to approach him.
"Hey dude, I was hoping you were here. I uh, got a pretty big collection to get tonight so I figured -- you know, I'd come say hi and ask for your help." It's frustrating how pleasant Steve is. How warm his demeanor radiates to others, his candor, the way that he stands. It's annoying that a denim button under a cozy green sweater looks good on him. It makes Eddie sick that he can pull off wire-rim glasses and still look his age, that he smells like spice but not in a cheap way. A twinge of fear shook in his chest when a seed of assumption planted itself in his head -- was this why you weren't answering his calls? Was Steve Harrington smothering you with Christmas spirit every night?
"Yeah, man, sure," Eddie responds like the world isn't sitting directly on his shoulders, which -- he observed -- were not nearly as broad as Steve's, "How can I help you?"
"I need like, four pairs of Moon Boots," he shrugs, "Guess they're in style again? My sister's and nieces want matching pairs so like -- two in a size 8 and then, if you have it, two in a size 4 kids?"
"What color? We have white, purple, black, some metallics," Eddie lists on his fingers, "Well, maybe not black -- those probably sold out already."
"You got silver? Pink, maybe?" Steve shrugs, "I'm just trying to get these wrapped by tomorrow."
Christmas Eve. Ed had almost forgotten.
"Let me see what we have and I'll bring it out," he offers. He wants to ask about you but it seems too obvious. You must have talked about the fight or about him in general, how else would Steve know he worked here? How else would he know to come looking for him.
Moments later, Ed comes out with four boxes, "I have two in silver and two in pink -- so it looks like your nieces will be matching and your sisters will be matching. Does that work?"
"Oh shit, that's perfect," Steve smiles the same winning smile. Eddie wonders for a moment what it feels like to smile genuinely, it's felt like years since he had. He guesses that when you're Steve Harrington, you must get to smile pretty often. Rich, girls love him, former captain of the basketball team, has a masters degree, painstakingly handsome -- no wonder you called him after your fight. Damn, he would too.
"Is that all?" Ed asks, reaching up to run a hand over the five o'clock shadow speckling his chin.
"No, actually, sorry. I need some like, work boots, if you sell those here -- is that okay?" Steve asks.
"Work boots like, how? Like construction?" he asks, "You're a teacher, Harrington."
"Yeah but my uh, my roommate -- he's not in construction but he's on a whole bunch of terrain for work -- desperately needs good shoes for that," he explains.
"What's he do?" Ed asks, guiding him over to the display of Timberlands and Doc Martens.
"He's a photojournalist -- he's all over the place," Steve answers, "He's worn his sneakers down to the sole and like, swears their okay --"
"Jonothan Byer's is your roommate?" Eddie asks, making the connection. He'd only known him from their photography class they shared in Eddie's second senior year, but he knew enough to know he went into journalism shortly after college.
"Yeah," Steve nods, running a hand through his hair.
"Hm," Eddie looks over the shoes and looks up at him, "If I can be honest -- he's gotta be quick on his feet, right? These are gonna be too heavy for him to be walking around in. You might just want to get him some higher quality running sneakers. There's a Foot Locker downstairs if you wanna check that out? A lot of our sneakers are sold out until next week."
"Hmm, shit," Steve clicks his tongue, "Well um -- could I maybe try a pair?"
"Of Docs?" Eddie asks with a laugh.
"Yeah, of Docs -- I can be hip and cool, too, Munson," Steve's faux defense is charming. Eddie wonders what else you find charming about him.
Part of it feels degrading, kneeling down in front of Steve, lacing and relacing each new and different pair of boots he tries on -- but at this point he's buying seven pairs of shoes and the commission alone will cover at least a month of groceries so he's not complaining.
"So you don't hate me, huh?" Eddie asks, slipping a lighter weight Timberland over one of Steve's argyle socks.
"Why would I hate you?" Steve cocks his head, amber eyes catching in the light.
"Oh, did she not talk about it?" Eddie flushes. Why would you talk about him? Your loser mechanic (maybe ex) boyfriend who works at the mall, and at the auto shop, and sometimes sells drugs.
"Your fight from last week?" Steve raises his brows, "Yeah, she talked to me about it. But I woudn't hate you for that."
Ed tightens the laces up his foot to his ankle with care, "Why not?"
"I mean, you're doing a lot right now," Steve shrugs, "I think it can be hard when you're teaching little ones, especially this time of year, to not get caught up in the magic -- you sort of popped her bubble. But y'know, it was sort of a reminder to her that not everyone has it so good."
"She didn't deserve me yelling at her like that, though," Eddie shakes his head, he can feel the threat of the grenade pin tugging on his heart strings. One false move. One shake. One nudge, and he'll blow.
"You're doing the best you can," Steve offers kindly. Eddie swallows hard, offering him a tight smile.
"Thanks. I'm trying, I'm--" he shakes out the tingle of a cry before tying up the laces, "I'm trying really hard."
By the time Steve checks out it's about 7:15 and Eddie wants nothing more than to go to bed. His back hurts, he's gotta make sure Wayne took his medication, he's gotta eat sleep for dinner for the third night in a row.
"Thanks so much," Steve beams, "This is great, thanks for your help."
"Yeah, no problem dude," Eddie sighs, running a hand over his face again, "Have a good holiday."
"You done for the night?" Steve asks.
"Yeah, just gotta y'know -- grab my shit and go," he shrugs.
"You wanna grab some dinner with me in the food court or something?" Steve asks, balancing the many shopping bags he'd collected this evening in his hands.
"I don't know, dude. I don't wanna keep you or anything," Eddie says. His stomach clenches at the word dinner, his body reacting like a dog who just heard the sentence 'you wanna go outside?'
"You're not keeping me," Steve assures, "C'mon, it's on me."
Before he knows it, Eddie's been corralled into a mall food court, sitting slumped over on the sticky table. He tunes out the shreiks of children, the tinny Christmas music playing in the background of the cocophany of noise that is the mall on December 23rd. His forehead sticks to the leather jacket over his forearm, only lifting it up when he hears the slap of a plastic tray being put down in front of him. He surveys the Burger King in front of him and huffs a laugh, it'd been a long time since he'd ventured into the food court. He almost forgot what fast food looked like after the past few months of thin ham sandwhiches or cold cans Spaghettio's.
"So why didn't you try to swoop in?" Ed asked, toying with a french fry before biting off the end, "When you went to her house the other night?"
He savors the oil and salt on his tongue, warm and crispy on the fry disolving in his mouth while he waits for a response.
"Swoop in?" Steve asks, shaking his head, "No, I wouldn't. We just -- we work together. She's my work friend."
"So you never thought about what the kids say?" Eddie challenges, still trying to keep it light hearted, "How the first grade teachers should get married?"
"Her classroom is across from mine and we make lesson plans together," he assures, "What the kids say is what the kids say. They're six, what do they know?"
"Whatever you say, Harrington," Eddie shrugs.
"Munson, seriously -- she's my friend. She's not my type," he offers. The way he says it stings Eddie, what's not his type about you? You're perfect. You're the best person he knows.
"The card thing though? That was cute. I'm gonna put that in my arsenal if I ever fuck up," Steve laughs. Eddie chest rattles when he realizes that Steve was still there for that. He never even knew your reaction.
Eddie clears his throat, "Did um -- did she like it?"
Steve nods with a lazy smile, "Yeah, she liked it."
"Did she say anything?" he asks hopefully.
"She cried," Steve answered, Eddie leans his head on his hands, "I know that might not be what you wanted to hear."
"I didn't wanna make her cry more," he explains, "I wanted to make her happy."
"They were happy tears," Steve encourages with a nod, "She knows you love her. She loves you, too."
"Then why isn't she answering my calls?" he asks, another fry passing his lips.
"I think she's hurt, a little embarrassed. You know how girls are, they never come right out and say it," he shrugs, taking a bite of his cheeseburger. Ketchup drips out onto the paper mat on the plastic tray with a wet plop, Eddie sighs.
"Did you end up getting anything for her for Christmas?"
"No I -- I can't afford it this year," Eddie rubs his eyes again, more swollen and aching than before. Heat beams through his cheeks in embarrassment, tinging pink and then red.
"Well I had an idea," he offers, "If you're up for it."
"Yeah, go for it Harrington. Shoot," he says, the enthusiasm was greatly lacking.
"Well her uh, her class room needs a lot of repairs and the custodial team isn't really equipped for that. The school'll either bare bones it for her or make her pay for it out of pocket if she asks," he starts, "And she told me you're really handy, y'know, working at the garage and all. So maybe you could take care of her class room this week while we're out for break. I can let you in and everything."
He mulls it over in his head, "That's a really good idea, actually. I could um, I could ask the guys at the shop if I could borrow some tools."
"And there's a bunch of wood palettes in the backrooms at Medvald's. Jon said he's happy to get them out of there for you," Steve says with a smile.
"Oh, so you already talked about this?" Eddie smirks.
"Well, yeah, kind of," he blushes, "I was asking around just to see if it was a plausible kind of thing."
"Definitely a plausible thing," he nods, taking a bite of his own cheese burger. He holds back the moan in his chest from eating something warm and mildly filling after such a long time, "Do you think she'd like it?"
"Oh, Munson," Steve shoots him the 'okay' sign, "She'd lose her mind. All she does is complain about how nothing ever works and everything's falling apart. Doesn't even have new chalk."
"Chalk I can definitely handle," he laughs, "I think I can afford chalk."
He feels a moment of calm wash over him when the van rumbles to life in the parking garage. Finally heading home and going to sleep with a full belly, finally with a plan to make you happy, finally feeling like after the new year things can go back to normal.
He flicks on the radio and doesn't even change the station when Mariah Carey's 'All I Want For Christmas' crackles through the speakers. He heard it 700 times today, happy to hear it for the 701st.
It was your new favorite song, after all.
Eddie woke up feeling slightly refreshed on Christmas Eve, the dull ache in his back mildly relieved. He fished into his pajama pants for his lighter, flicking it a few times before getting the fuse lit for his morning cigarette. He stood at the open door, bathrobe tied tight around him, and listened to the hum of Wayne's machine from the other end of trailer. The mug of black coffee in his hands had the bitterness cut by the soft sweetness of cinnamon -- that's what you always did this time of year.
'I like making it a little festive for you, honey,' you'd giggle, 'Don't be such a Grinch.'
He wished he appreciated it more, all the little things you did to try to make him happy. The faces in fruit on his pancakes some mornings, making his old favorites for dinner at your place, 'build your own sundae' nights. Scratching his head, scalp massages, hand massages. You'd call them man-icures so he didn't feel weird about you doing his nails and softening his callouses. He didn't care that it was just a manicure with a stupid name, all he cared about was your cute face when you concentrated on his cuticles. He missed your laugh, the way you tap your pen out to your favorite songs when you're grading papers or writing lesson plans, your elaborate schemes to make learning subtraction more fun. The way you're kind to everyone, all the time, constantly. When he first started taking you out he'd get embarrassed by how forward you were with people, how you'd make small talk with cashiers, or grab someone's hand to tell them their nails looked beautiful.
Maybe in a lot of ways, he wished he was more like you to start.
He took a shower and slipped on his coveralls, opting to be one of two guys in the shop today. Him and George. It was George's garage, and for the past six years, Eddie had always volunteered to be the emergency mechanic on deck on Christmas Eve. He got paid time and a half and never had to wait for the check, he'd always get paid at the end of the day.
He laces his boots before trudging down the hall to wake Wayne, taking off his machine and flipping the switch.
"I'm headed out," he whispers, "You okay?"
"Yeah, yeah," Wayne groans when he sits up on the rickety mattress, "I have a new perscription, not sure if the pharmacy'll be open but would you be able to pick it up on the way back. They called last night but I couldn't make it to the phone, it's ready I think."
"Yeah, I'll grab it on my lunch break Wayne," he softens the more he looks at him, "Have some coffee already to go for you on the table, there's a couple eggs left for you too."
"Thank ya, son," his voice is grizzly, but it still feels like home.
Eddie shivers his way into the shop, George in the office organizing some files. The day was always slow, but there were some cars still in need of fixing so he got right to work.
"Hey George," he calls, knocking on the door.
"Hey kid," he calls back, "Merry Christmas!"
"Merry Christmas, round six," he laughs back. He goes back to the break room and drops off his coat and his back pack. Normally he'd have you to look forward to later with a plate of cookies from your family's Christmas Eve party and some left overs expertly packed. You'd drive an hour and a half to bring it down to him and then an hour and a half back to spend Christmas with your family. But not before he gave you a present, or multiple presents, in the break room when George went out to get a six pack.
"Ed," he calls again, "C'mere when you're done dropping your shit."
Eddie heads over to the office, leaning on the door frame, "'Sup bossman?"
"Someone left a message for ya on the answering machine, think it's the pharmacy," he said, "Ya might wanna give 'em a call, s'probably for your uncle."
"Oh, yeah, I think his prescription's ready," he nodded, "Can I use your phone?"
"Yeah, by all means," he said, pushing it toward him, "Want me to give you a minute?"
Ed shakes his head no, "It's fine, just a quick call." He's got the number memorized by heart at this point, clicking the numbers on the grease stained white plastic buttons while barely looking at the machine.
"Hawkins Pharmacy, this is Debbie," Eddie smiles because he knows Debbie. He likes Debbie a lot.
"Hi Deb, it's Eddie, Eddie Munson," he says, "Calling for my uncle, looks like you called my work. I was gonna come by and pick up his meds on my break, will you guys be open?"
"Oh um, about his prescription Ed..." she starts, and he can hear the hesitation in her voice. The clip in the grenade buried in his chest jiggles slightly, he takes in a breath through his nose.
"What's up?" he asks, his voice his short and curt.
"Well, he changed his insurance recently, as you know and -- well there's a lapse in his coverage right now. His new plan doesn't activate until the first," she expains.
"Okay, and what does that mean?" he says, his palms sweat onto the cool plastic of the phone, his ear sticks to the receiver.
"Basically," she says, and then sighs, "His current insurance can't cover it and neither can is upcoming insurance, so the prescription has to be paid out of pocket."
"Um -- uh, fuck -- okay," he says, a chill courses through him, tightening his veins. The pin jiggles again, "H-how much?"
"For the month?" she asks, "For this prescription it's, hold on, let me check...it's looking like it'll come out to around..." she takes a breath of defeat.
"Around three hundred dollars, Ed," she says softly.
"Three hundred..." he repeats back quietly, "Is there like, is there a cheaper version cause he like..."
His voice cracks, the pin rattles dangerously while his eyes start to sting with oncoming tears, "He really needs these pills, Debbie."
"This is the cheapest option," she says apologetically, "I'm so sorry."
"I'll um, I'll figure it out," he shakes his head, "I'll come by and I'll figure it out. Thanks uh, thanks for letting me know Deb."
He doesn't wait to hear her response before he hangs up the phone, quickly leaving the office to go back to the break room. He sniffles in big shuddering breaths, sweat dripping down his back despite the lack of heat in the garage.
"Kid," George says softly, following behind him, "Hey, Munson. What's goin' on?"
He feels George's big hand on his shoulder, the soft squeeze on the muscle under his skin.
"I can't afford my uncle's medication," he says, the pin jiggles, "I mean I can, but like, if I get his medication I'll be late in paying the gas bill, but if they turn the gas off there goes our heat. Or I can delay the electric bill but if they turn the lights out he can't use his machine at night. So maybe I could like, go out tonight after this and shovel some driveways in the rich neighborhoods or -- I could -- I could --"
The pin falls.
He breaks.
He breaks hard.
Eddie's cries turn to wails, his body shaking with hunger and exhaustion and the unbearable heaviness of having to be himself. The tears pour in droves down his face while he tries to catch up with them, trying to find the words to explain to George that he's okay, he'll figure it out.
"Hey, buddy, it's okay, it's okay," George soothes, his aged face crumpling while he watches Eddie break down in front of him. He pulls him in tight, a hand plopping ontop on his mess of curls.
"Why don't you tell me what's been goin' on? You haven't been yourself for months," he says softly, "Talk to me."
George smells like Old Spice and Newports, it's a scent that's always made him feel safe. Like having a second dad -- well, a third dad, if you count his real dad. He never counts his real dad, though.
Eddie sits down at the table while George takes a couple of beers out of the fridge and places them down in front of them. He cracks them open and settles down, two sets of brown eyes meeting each other.
He begins.
"Well if Wayne was sick why didn't you tell me?" George exclaims, "I've known Wayne longer than you've lived in Hawkins, boy. I would've helped you figure somethin' out. Taking shifts at Macy's? At Christmas time? No wonder you're so exhausted."
"I mean, I'm young. I can do it," Eddie shrugs.
"Those bags under your eyes say you can't," he says matter of factly, "And y'know you shouldn't have to. You're -- damn you're a kid."
"I'm like, inching towards thirty George," he laughs.
"And what about your little girlfriend? She not helping?"
"That's..." he sighs, "That's a whole other mess."
Eddie rehashes the story he told Wayne last week and then Steve's visit from yesterday, "So today I was gonna ask if I could borrow some tools and go in tomorrow or something to fix everything up. But now I gotta figure out how I'm gonna make an extra three hundred bucks for these meds."
"How about this," George starts, "You've been workin' for me a long time. You come early and you stay late. You cover for everyone. You know -- damn -- you know more about cars than I do and I've been runnin' this place for thirty years. How about you take this week off to work on your girl's classroom and I'll see you after the New Year."
"I can't. I need to work, George, I need the mo--"
"How about," he interjects, loud and stern, "You take the week off to work on your girl's classroom and get some rest, and I will pay you for the week. It's not like you're just sittin' on your ass."
"I can do that, that's not f--"
"If you say no again, I'm just gonna fire you. Is that what you want?" George challenges.
"No sir," Eddie quickly shakes his head and shuts his mouth.
"And," the older man continues, "I will cover the cost of Wayne's pills. I'll go pick them up at lunch for 'im and drop 'em off. 'Bout time I caught up with that geezer anyway."
The tears build back up in Eddie's eyes, his mouth lets out a sputtered version of a 'Thank you'.
"You gotta stop pretending like you have to do everything yourself," George's voice holds a fatherly fondness when he gets up and tosses their empty beers in the trash.
"C'mere, kid," he chuckles while Eddie tearily gets up out of the chair and back into the dad like embrace of his boss.
"You got ten minutes, but then we got some cars to fix."
Eddie didn't tell Wayne about the insurance lapse or the pills, even though he was surprised to see George at the trailer park that afternoon. Eddie went home with his tool belt from work, his time and a half, and a little extra that his boss insisted he take with him. Wished him luck on his repairs and that he'd see him on the 2nd.
He was warned that if he didn't rest, Wayne would tell him, and it would mean hell for him at the shop.
Eddie'd already been through hell, so he didn't really want to have to do it again.
Christmas morning came and Eddie woke Wayne up to a cup of coffee and some breakfast.
"Thanks, son," he said smoothly, pushing in his chair at the table in the kitchenette, "Merry Christmas."
"Merry Christmas," he wished back, tapping some cinnamon into each of their cups of coffee.
"What's that for?" he asks before a harrowing cough bubbles out of his chest. He takes a sip of coffee to ease the ache of the rattle in his throat.
"It's just festive, Wayne," he teases, "Don't be a Scrooge."
"Doing anything today?" Wayne asks, eyes casting up to look at the old pictures of a younger Eddie sat on Santa's lap. No longer a holiday where they stayed home and snuggled, where he played with his toys, where there was magic.
"Gonna go fix up my girl's classroom as a gift," he says, picking at his nails, "Thought it'd be a nice gesture."
"She hasn't called ya back, hm?"
Eddie shakes his head, already dressed in the Black Sabbath shirt you got him that he hadn't gotten a chance to properly thank you for. The chain you got repaired hung aroung his neck delicately, the pick hitting his chest in a gentle reminder that you're still here with him. You had to be. He'd know if you just decided to be done with him.
By the time the late afternoon rolled around he hopped in his van after Wayne fell asleep in the recliner. The perk of the holidays was that he could drive around in the rich neighborhoods and no one was out to give him and his car dirty looks. No one was around to be confused that Steve Harrington was hopping into his passengers seat to head to Melvald's. No one was around to be confused as to while they were loading wood from broken down pallets into the ample trunk space.
"Good holiday?" Eddie asks.
"Same holiday it always is," he shrugs, "My parents weren't around so I stayed home. Jonothan went to California with Joyce to go visit Will so he wouldn't have to pay to fly home."
"That's lonely," Eddie mutters, "Sorry dude."
"Don't be sorry, I'm used to it," he looks out the window. Steve looks well dressed for repairs -- a pair of worn in jeans, white on white Air Forces, an Izod half zip sweat shirt -- he might as well look like a father of three, "Have you heard from her at all?"
"No -- I left her a message on her answering machine, but I think she's already up with her family. I don't know what she told them so -- I don't want to bother her parents if they're upset with me," he explains.
"They'd never be upset with you," Steve shakes his head, "They're good people."
"I'm sure they wish on a star every night that she was with you, Harrington," he jokes.
"You'd think, right?" Steve laughs, "No, she told me how much they like you. They think you're so good to her -- you are so good to her."
Steve speaks about you with a fondness that makes Eddie wonder. He softens, looking over at him while he turns down the road to the elementary school, "Do um...do you wish it was you?"
"I already told you, man. I love her to death, but she's not my type," he laughs again, but there's a pain there.
"You keep saying that but like -- are you sure? 'Cause you can tell me it's not weird," he assures.
"She hasn't told you?" Steve asks, brows furrowing.
"Told me what? Did you guys used to fuck, or something?" Eddie asks, his heart hammering, "Did you fuck the other ni--"
"No, no, Ed I'm --" he sighs, running a hand through his hair.
"I'm gay," he says quietly, "Like, Jonathan isn't my roommate he's -- he's my partner. I'm gay."
There's a silence there for a moment and Eddie shifts in his seat a red light. Oh, I'm such a fucking idiot. Of course that's why they aren't together. I thought maybe he had a weird dick or something.
"That's y'know," Ed shrugs, "That's cool with me, man. Like, silence equals death and all that."
"Oh, shut up man," Steve laughs and shakes his head, putting his hand up to stop him from talking, "Don't like, do that all shit. I'm just surprised she hadn't said anything."
"If you told her not to, she wont," Eddie's voice drops to something sweet, "She's a good girl like that. Great secret keeper. Great -- Oh, shit..."
When the boys pull into the lot, Eddie's surprised to see a couple more trucks sitting by with their lights on, doors opening at the sight of them. A gruff voice calls out from the dark, a light snow obscuring him and the name on his coverall.
"How long were you gonna keep us waiting here, kid? It's a holiday."
George's gruff voice cuts the silence, a couple of the guys from the shop chuckle in the background. Eddie smiles, a genuine, warm smile -- the kind he envied from a couple nights ago that he saw from Steve. These were people who cared about him, who wanted to help. This was, he guessed, was what Christmas was really about. This was what you were trying to tell him the whole time. His heart breaks all over again, and he swears he can feel the pulse of your heart beat in the guitar pick hanging at his chest.
By the 27th, most of the repairs had been done. The help from the guys was beyond what he could've imagined. They were able to replace part of the roof that had water damage, fix the windows, repair a cracked pane, build a new bookcase, fix the wobble in all of the desks, and yours. Now, he was just adding a new coat of paint after spending the morning chipping off all the shards of it that were falling off. In his backpack was an overflow of new chalk, pens and pencils, markers, crayons, construction paper, pipe cleaners, and glue. The guys went through their kids bookcases at home and donated a slew of new books for the room -- some duplicates, too.
He felt good. He'd gotten two nights of adequate sleep, heeding George's warning that he has to rest. He was able to buy a good crop of groceries and most of the guys from work came by to drop off so many Christmas cookies that Wayne was nervous he'd start losing his teeth too. Now, all he had to wait for was you. For you to come in on Friday and see his surprise when you dropped in for your professional development day with Steve. He wasn't sure if he wanted to leave flowers or gingerbread men with the card but he figured he'd cross that bridge when he --
"Eddie?"
He jumped, nearly falling off the ladder he was on to reattach over head light that had rusted on the ceiling, "Jesus Christ!"
He clutched his chest, letting his heart rate settle down when at the bottom of the ladder, there you stood. His face blushed pink, pulse ping ponging through his wrists at the sight of you.
"Hi, sweetheart," he smiles, "This um...this was supposed to be a surprise."
"Who told you?" you asked, looking around, "About all my stuff?"
Eddie climbed down the ladder carefully, "Steve came to the store, told me that you needed some help. I figured y'know, if I couldn't get you a present I could just -- I could make you one."
"It's not done yet though, I still have to paint and put all your art supplies away," he explains, meeting you in the center of the room. He looks at you and then at the tears in your eyes, the heat rising in your cheeks. You don't say anything, his heart races in embarrassment. Maybe it wasn't enough, maybe you didn't like it. Maybe you wanted to do it yourself.
"And um, the guys from the shop, they uh, they brought books," he says, walking over to the new bookcase, "And I uh, I built this, like, with my hands."
He painted it to match the rest of the decor, a fun bright color that would hopefully draw the kids in to read. You'd mentioned that the got bored with the same ten books and weren't sharing well -- half of the books were falling apart since there wasn't anywhere to put them.
"And uh, I got you some new chalk -- white obviously, but I got you some multi-colored sets cause I know you like to do little sketches on the board during holidays and like, with spring comin' up maybe you could do little flowers or something?" he doesn't realize it, but he's gasping through his rambled sentences. Watching you walk toward him slowly.
"It's okay if you don't like it," he assures, "You can tell me and I can fix it I just wanted to--"
Your kiss feels like a spoonful of summer warmed honey on his cold lips. It trails down his throat and into his chest, down through his fingertips and his toes. He feels your soft hands cup his face, resting against his cold prickly cheeks. He's afraid to touch your face because you haven't given him a manicure yet this week. He doesn't want to scratch you with his rough hands, so he places them around you instead, frowning when you finally break away with a soft click.
"I just wanted to do something nice," he says against your lips.
"This is the best gift ever," you whisper quietly, a little sniffle stifling your cry, "It's very nice."
"Merry Christmas, baby," he smiles, leaning in for another kiss.
"Merry Christmas," you wish between kisses.
He wakes up wrapped up in you, in your sheets, in your scent, peering at you while you sleep soundly next to him. You both had barely made it through the door of your apartment before you both had shed your clothes -- landing on the bed with a mutual 'oof!'
It had been so long since he'd been present. Savoring every soft moan out of your mouth, every shake of your thighs, everything whine, every clench, the way you'd rake your nails down his back, the way you'd pulse when he held your hand. You both laid there together after round one, eating cookies in bed (which you'd allowed just this once), while he told you everything. About how hard it had been taking two jobs, how he'd completely shut down, about Wayne's insurance lapse, about the guys at work, about Steve coming to Macy's, about how much he loved the gifts you got. About how he cried the night he yelled at you but was too afraid to face you after because he felt so awful. He listened when you told him that you just needed some time, but that you felt awful that you weren't there when he needed you.
"Need you all the time," he mumbled between heated kisses, "Never lettin' you outta my sight."
His eyes rolled and his toes curled when you took him in your mouth, letting you take the lead. He gasped and writhed, whining for more when your tongue swirled and sucked, showing him how much you missed him. How you'll always take care of him -- and he made sure to show you how he'll take care of you back.
Round three was long and drawn out, slow and sensual, close and quiet -- your boom box playing low static by the end.
Your eyes opened, stretching out when you see him sitting up in bed.
"You heading out?" you yawn.
"No, baby," he smiles down at you before laying back down, losing himself under the covers with you again, "I have the week off, so I'm intending to spend every moment I'm not with Wayne, in this bed, with you."
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Nanami Kento
tags! brief choking, piv, a mean Nanami, slutty reader, brief mention of masturbation, car sex, degradation (use of slut), orgasm denial, mention of food kink (kinda)
WC. 1651
Barbie's note... Yall, I was kinda lazy with this one, but that don't mean its bad. I like it so that says smth yk. Anyway have fun yall!! kiss kiss
You have no idea what you do to him. Turning on his sadistic switch when you step out of the house in nothing, but a two-piece lingerie set with a sheer cover-up just to water your plants and collect the mail. Your slutty and unassuming look is what makes him want to break you so badly. Did you have no acknowledgment of the corrupt people in the world? The people like him who want to break that pretty face into bits and then make you clean it up naked on your hands and knees. But hey, he wasn’t exactly the nicest guy so why would it matter to him?
You prance around in summer wear all year long. Tiny shorts in the winter, then swimsuits in the summer. Did you never get cold? He had to do a double-take when he looked across the street and saw you washing cars for unneeded money. He was sure you just wanted the attention and he was willing to give it to you, pulling up a chair on his balcony with a nice cold beer and taking in the view. Shirt see-through, jean cut-offs up your ass, and these plastic platform sandals that went clickety-clackety up his porch stairs when you came around to bring him cookies. He never ate them, the only thing he ever did was jerk off to them, his grown imagination running wild in hopes that he could just simply bring the cum-clad cookies back over to you and watch you gulp them down with seconds in mind. Seconds that he would gladly serve to you hot and ready.
Just then the doorbell rang and the suddenness almost made him cum in his pants. He had been holding it back for a while, telling himself that he wouldn't tend to that type of thing right now. If only he knew what the day held for him.
He frantically looked around his living room before finding an apron that lay across his sofa. He swung the door open only to find no one, then directed his eyeline a bit lower. You, in a black tank top, jean mini skirt, and your signature black Chuck Taylors, panting as if you were coming down from a high. Your hand rests next to his head on the door frame, your other hand on your hip, and your body covered in a thin sheet of sweat. "Thank god you answered. I desperately need your help. I would've asked the other neighbors, but they either don't like me or are too old. Plus, I think you're the fittest guy here." You stared at him for a second until you realized you hadn't told him what you needed help with. "Oh, right. I kinda need you to help me push start my car." You give him a sheepish smile, that drops when he wipes his forehead in what you assume is frustration and annoyance but is actually him trying to hide a very mischievous and impish grin. "I'm sorry. It's wrong of me to bother my neighbors with my problems. Please forgive me." You begin to turn away for a graceful exit before he puts a hand on your shoulder. "It's fine. I can do it." You quietly cheer as you lead him to your car which was only at the beginning of the block.
You hand him a pair of rubber gloves and before you can say a word, he rolls up his sleeves and gets to pushing. A gasp drops out of your mouth from seeing the muscly arms you dreamed about. His strong arms wrapped around your waist as you rode him on your couch. Or him putting you into a choke hold while fucking you from behind and degrading you. You nearly drooled then snapped yourself out of your daydream for being so silly.
You realize that he was already more than halfway to your house and you get in the car to direct it all the way.
"Wow Mr. Nanami, you've got big muscles." You yell, driving into your driveway. "Want to touch them?" He flexes, his playfulness catching you off guard. You never suspected him to return your energy or anything of the sort so you lay it on even thicker, trying to see how far you could take it. "Don't think I won't." You both smirk as he puts a hand on the top of your car. "You don't know what you would be getting yourself into if you took that next step." You pull him closer by the pocket of his apron, "I'm a big girl. I think I can handle myself, hop in."
It's all a haze of bottoms coming off until he's in between your legs with the bottom half of his face soaked from your teased cunt. He had been denying you of your orgasm for the longest, trying to make this encounter last for hours to get you to crumble in his hands. Even five minutes would be enough, but he wants to drag everything out of you for as long as he can. "Nanami..." You groan, taking a while to finish your sentence since you lost your train of thought in the last wave of pleasure.
“Please let me cum!” Breaths of air continuously push out your mouth as you grip any and everything closest to you with your eyes shut tight. He shakes his head between your legs, but it goes unnoticed so he nips at your inner thigh, “Look at me, slut.” A gasp leaves your mouth at the drop of his pet name and you lock eyes with him immediately. “That got your attention, huh?” You nod slowly, scared that if you take too much attention away from holding your orgasm, you’ll explode. You almost can’t hold it in even while crossing your legs, "Nanami please, fuck! Let me cum!" Your gaze into his eyes deepens, but he still shakes his head, “I want you to work for it.”
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You look back at him from your position on his lap with an unsure and teary expression, only to see him checking out the view of your ass. He scoots the front seat up to tip you forward and catch a glimpse of your wet pussy from behind. "Well, what are you waiting for? Put it in yourself." Your tears are painfully close to spilling out of your eyes. "But Nanami, this position is kinda embarrassing-" You cut yourself off when he spanks your ass, "Did I ask for your input? If it wasn't a question, then I expect you to follow my orders to the T. Embarrassment should be the last thing on your mind when you flaunt around in tiny skirts and tight shirts all year long." Your eyebrows raise vividly and a dopey smile etches onto your face, “So you noticed? Glad to see that my efforts haven’t been overlooked.” A deep and unholy-sounding chuckle erupts from his throat and heads straight to your cunt which now has its own heartbeat. “God, you’re such a fucking attention whore.” He begins to line himself up with your entrance since you stalled on the idea.
"Nanami, you're so mean." You pout, completely oblivious to his current actions. "I know. You can handle it though." He slams himself into you and you cum instantly with a roar of his name. Your core goes tight, heat rushes over your body, and your legs spazz while your toes bend and flex themselves to take away from your built-up orgasm. The look that Nanami gives you is a mix of disappointment and dissatisfaction and his hand slides up to your neck, “Didn’t I tell you to hold it?” You nod and the hand on your throat makes its presence known with a firm squeeze. ”Fuck. Did you just get tighter?” You hadn’t even noticed it, but another orgasm was starting to build and just as your body was starting to relax into him, you started moving again. The thought of another world-shattering orgasm being around the corner was enough encouragement for you to get moving unlike before. You catch Nanami by surprise with your sudden enthusiasm, but he easily picks up his sadistic and impish demeanor again. Asserting dominance and supremacy by grabbing you by the hips when he feels you tighten even more and working you down onto him faster. Bumpy moans of his name drag out of your mouth as you get worked closer to your release. You open your mouth to beg, but before the words can come out he grants you permission to cum. Heat spreads over your body once more and your fingers dig into the back of your driver seat almost to the point of tearing through the leather. You would’ve screamed his name if not the tightening grip on your neck as he cums with you.
You both decompress and his hands uncuff your throat and hips. Your hand comes up to your neck and you can’t help but wonder if he left a beautiful bruise for you to wake up to. He sees your caressing and takes it as concern, “Come on, I’ll take you inside and get you cleaned up.” You almost accept his offer and start to gather your clothes until you realize that you still have more juice left in you and wouldn’t mind going for another round. You get back onto his lap and start to grind down on him which instantly provokes a boner. “Oh? Done so soon?” He smirks “Don’t tell me that you’re older than you seem, old man.” Just in that sentence, you unlocked another side of him, apparently, he doesn’t like being called an old man. “You’re making it very hard to be nice.” You show a small smirk and turn around on his lap to where you are facing him, “That’s fine. I can handle it, remember?”
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More Reverse Isekai Hcs with the Twins
another one with more focus on Vash, but Nai is there too. V relationship with reader so absolutely nothing going on with the twins.
also mention a not sfw song at the very end
•Vash loves window shopping. there's so many interesting things on Earth! Vash drags you around to each store and always ooo's and ahh's at everything. obsessed with stickers and animal shaped things (especially when it comes to cooking.)
•he bought animal cookie cutters and immediately tried them out and was both slightly disappointed and dying of laughter when the cookies came out way rounder than when they went in. Vash frosts them very seriously either way, holding in laughter at how they look. he can't hold it any longer when you catch his attention, holding up what was meant to be a bear, decorated with nothing but a small 'c:' on its face. you're wavering straight face and almost serious voice saying "he chonky" has him losing it.
•every once in a while when Vash is putting something in the oven, he'll quote that copypasta "Why do they call it oven when you of in the cold food of out hot eat the food?" Nai wants to smack him everytime he says it.
•speaking of, Vash quite likes internet language. he's not excessive with using them, but sometimes Vash'll be like 'look at the doggo/pupper!' he also starts saying lol and pog. he doesn't say them in public much though. he's still trying to learn about the difference in online culture and offline culture.
•unlike Nai, Vash finds merchandise fascinating. he loves looking at plushies, figurines and charms, he thinks it's all so cool! Vash buys you all matching phone charms. it makes him so happy whenever he spots it dangling from yours and Nai's phones.
•but speaking of, Vash finds out about the figurines of himself and if he can, he's absolutely buying them. he's looking at them and is all like damn I look so cool! and rubs it in Nai's face that he has not only more, but cooler figurines.
•Vash recreates the poses of them too, aiming his finger gun at you, before yelling out a bang, lifting his arm up in fake recoil. you gasp, griping at your torso, dramatically falling to the floor. "help me Nai, I've been shot!"
Nai rolls his eyes at the two of yours antics, making his way towards you and picking you up. As he makes his way towards your bedroom he says, "I have to give her medical attention, don't bother us."
Vash's eyes widen as he gets up to follow Nai. "Now wait a second!"
•the dorks actually do know how to share you. it was a little rough at the beginning but they've learned and figured things out pretty well! they don't fight for your attention, but they do get a little jealous, and pouty if you give too much attention to the other often. they're both pretty touch starved so good luck lol. however they do read eachother well and know when not to try and get your attention from the other.
•Vash would've loved the time when mustaches and the peace symbol were insanely popular.
•speaking of mustaches, Vash once came home wearing one of those fake glasses with mustache and nose disguises. when you turned to welcome him home he responded with a serious face, "who is Vash?" you fake a gasp asking who he is and what he's doing there. before Vash can respond, Nai is getting up with a grin on his face. "well since we don't know him, we can kick him out and make sure he can never get back in."
Vash nervously laughs, waving his hands, "we don't need to go that far haha.."
Nai laughs back mockingly,"why not? you are breaking into our house, stranger."
Vash immediately yanks the glasses off, "look! its me! Vash!" you gasp and run up to him, hugging his side. "Vash! there was a tall scary stranger in here! I'm glad you're here to help Nai protect me!"
Nai watches as Vash coddles you. he'd be lying to himself if he said he hated the antics you two do. he watches you give Vash a kiss on the cheek before walking over and pulling you away from Vash. "I'm the one that protected you, why are you praising him?" he asks, staring at you with narrowed eyes. Nai may look angry but really, he just wants kisses too.
•Vash loves bees! he'll go out to the little garden he's been working on and watch as bees and butterflies come by. it's one of his favorite pastimes.
•Vash is very involved with the community. he always offers the neighbors any extra food he's made and seeing if anyone needs help. he's happy to mow someone's lawn or weed a garden and do any small chores someone may be unable to do. Vash also goes around and tries to volunteer a lot since he can't really work. as much as he likes exploring hobbies, he gets a little restless being at home so much.
•Vash wants to try eating everything and that doesn't just include meals. somehow Vash learned that dandelions are edible and the next time you two take a walk, before you truly realize it, you're watching Vash shove the yellow part of a dandelion flower into his mouth.
•but seriously he really does want to try eating different plants. Vash does a lot of research and is always giving Nai suggestions of foods to incorporate into meals.
•if Vash could, I could absolutely see him working in the medical department as a pediatrician. he loves kids a lot and he's great at playing with kids, comforting them and making sure they feel as happy as they possibly can be at the hospital. he always jokes around with them, gets to know each kid he works with and always tries to be there for them when they're sad or scared.
•likewise, I know I said Nai would work at a book store, but I like to imagine Nai could become a surgeon. he's not lost to the irony in it, that he's saving lives, but it's just something he's taken an interest in. he wants to learn about human anatomy. (idk how to explain it really but it just makes sense to me. he'd be good at it too, never gets tired, steady hands, keen eyes, very precise)
•prank Vash a little bit when it comes to the modern era. tell him that when the plane lands everybody claps and applauds the pilots. Vash almost did that the first time he went flying, he lifted his hands up, but he was confused when no one started clapping. he catches on quickly that it was a prank.
•Vash combusts if you ever sing E.T by Katy Perry. stare at him as you sing it and he'll get so red in the face. he's covering his face with his hands and curling into himself and whining out to stop.(he doesn't want you to though)
•same with if you prank him and show him that The Bad Touch by Bloodhound Gang. go up to him and tell him you have a cool popular song to show and he lights up, Vash likes pretty much all of the songs you show him. when the song starts, he's bopping his head to the beat and tells you, smiling, it's cool so far. then the lyrics start and Vash's smile immediately falls and he blushes so hard. he can't even look at you and you're laughing your ass off at his reaction.
•Nai, the boring fucker, would just raise an eyebrow at you. he either doesn't fall for your pranks or just has no reaction. shame.
#trigun x reader#trigun headcanons#vash the stampede x reader#millions knives x reader#vash x reader#knives x reader#reverse isekai
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The night we met
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A/N: The main character is 22, and Jack is 29 in this. This fic is part of a series, so prepare yourselves for the rest of it.
My heart races as I walk across the street. I already feel at home in Louisville. Maggie and Brian are kind enough to open their home to me. But having dinner with them is quite nerve-wracking.
I moved to Louisville just a week ago after I got a job as a marketing manager at Churchill Downs. I finished my degree just last year, and I'm so stoked to have my first official job in the career I want.
I met Maggie the other day when I moved in. How shocking is it that I live across my celebrity crush's parents? She was kind enough to help me unpack my things and show me around town.
All I'm hoping for is that tonight will run smoothly.
I close the umbrella when I get to the front porch and ring the doorbell. Maggie opens the door almost immediately. She looks like she's been quite busy in the kitchen.
She pulls me into her embrace, "Hi, honey! It's so lovely to see you again!"
"Hi! It's great to be here," I give her a light squeeze.
She pulls away and moves out of the doorway, "Come on in. You can hang your things up."
I walk inside and do as she says, "Thank you. Your house smells divine."
She closes the door behind us and heads to the kitchen, "Oh, those are just the breadrolls. I made soup with it. Hope you don't mind."
I follow her and place the plastic container on the counter, "Not at all. The only thing you can eat in this weather is soup."
She smiles and glances at the container while taking the rolls out of the oven, "Do you mind telling me what's in there?"
I move around the counter to help her, "It's just a few cookies and brownies I put together quickly."
"You know it's very unusual for someone your age to make something from scratch." She hands me the bowl with rolls and heads over to the soup. I walk to the dining table and place it somewhere in the middle.
"Cooking is alright, but I absolutely love baking! A little treat is always nice to have."
"My kitchen is free if you want to bake something." She passes me a few bowls to place.
"I have a feeling anything I bake here has to stay here as well."
As I'm standing there I take a look around the house. There are lots of pictures hung up against the walls. Lots of memories captured. The decor and the furniture are minimalistic yet cozy. It feels like home. I peek at the baby pictures of Jack and his younger brother, a smile naturally creeping on my face at the happy faces of the two boys.
The back door opens, revealing a chubby middle-aged man. That must be Brian.
"The water shoot is empty now! It was just a bunch of leaves blocking the way," He yells as he's kicking the dirt off on the rug.
"That's good, honey. Logan is here already. We're just waiting for the boys." Maggie comes out of the kitchen, placing the soup on the table as well.
Brian looks up at me and smiles slightly. He takes his rain coat off, slinging it over his arm, and walks over to me.
"Well, it's nice to finally meet you, Logan."
"The same goes to you." I go in for a hug.
He is totally caught off guard, freezing up immediately. I pull away, smiling embarrassingly, "I'm sorry. I should've asked."
"Oh, don't be silly. I'm glad you feel comfortable," He pats my back as he walks past me.
I head back to the kitchen to see if Maggie needs more help. I stand there nervously, spending a good amount of seconds staring at her.
"So, the boys are coming?" I tap my fingers on the counter behind me.
"Oh, yes! Sorry I didn't mention it before." She hands me a few spoons.
"No, it's fine. A little heads up beforehand just would've been nice."
My heart thumps against my chest, and a big lump in my throat grows. At this moment, I don't know what to do. My celebrity crush will be here in a while, and there's no escaping it. Maybe it's not too late to play the 'I'm sick' card.
The front door opens, and my body instantly tenses up. They're here. They're really here! I finish setting up the dining table, acting as if I don't notice them.
"Mom, we're here!" Clay's voice echoes through the house.
"Hi, sweety. Look at your beard!" Maggie rushes out to her youngest son, inspecting and kissing him.
I take a deep breath and scoop up the courage to go over and meet the guys.
Maggie practically drags Clay over to me, "Clay, this is Logan. She moved in across the street. Logan, this is Clay, my youngest son."
"Hi! It's nice to meet you." I go in for a hug, this time less eager.
His body tenses up a little, but he hugs back, "Nice to meet you too."
"I see you get this thing from your dad. Flinching when random people hug them." I chuckle as I pull away.
"You just caught me off guard, and usually, random girls don't just go ahead and hug me." He smiles and walks into the dining room.
Good. The easy part is over. Now for the hurricane.
Just then, Jack walks in. I tuck a loose strand of hair behind my ear and inhale deeply. He seems taller in person. I probably misplaced the height of his head against the wall all these years.
He shows off his toothy million dollar smile, "Hey! Mom mentioned we'd be having a guest."
"Uhm, yeah. Hi. I'm Logan. Just moved in across the street." I cut my sentences short, afraid of choking.
Instead of me going in for a hug, he pulls me in his embrace. I snake my arms around his neck, hiding my face in his chest. He gives me a gentle squeeze, resting his hand on my lower back.
He pulls back after a few seconds, but his hand doesn't leave my back, and he holds out a mixed bunch of pastel flowers, "These are from Clay and I. Welcome to the neighborhood."
"Thanks so much. You guys really didn't have to do this." I smile and smell the flowers.
His mother comes over taking the flowers from me and kisses Jack on his cheek, "I'll put these in water for you. And when did you boys become so kind?"
Clay just shrugs, and Jack chuckles. They greet their father as he enters the room, and I sit down nearest to the head. The guys talk for a bit before Maggie sits down.
She sits on Brian's other side next to Clay, leaving the seat next to me empty. I start to fidget with my fingers under the table. I give Aunt Maggie a panicking look. She smiles at me cheekily.
Jack moves away from the sideboard and sits down next to me. We all join hands and close our eyes. My heart feels as if it's about to jump out of my chest at the feeling of Jack holding my hand.
Before my thoughts can run wild, Maggie starts praying, "Father, thank you for joining us all around the table tonight. Thank you for bringing our boys home safely, and thank you for sending Logan to us. Bless this food and nourish our bodies, hearts, and souls. In Jesus' Name, we pray, Amen."
As soon as the Amens echo through the room, the men start digging into the food. Maggie stares at them in disbelief.
"Boys! We have a guest. Show some manners."
"Shit, sorry." Jack pulls himself away from the rolls.
I chuckle and shake my head, "It's okay. You must be really hungry so go ahead."
"Thank you! Finally, we have someone who understands." Clay sits back in his chair.
A long silence fills the room as everyone dishes up. A mix of excitement and nervousness fills me. I can't help but wonder what everyone thinks of me, especially Jack. I hope I made a good impression. Deep down, I'm grateful for Maggie's warm invitation, but I can't shake off the butterflies fluttering in her stomach.
Jack is the one to break the silence, "Mom tells me you're from Columbus."
"Yeah, it's basically next door. I wanted to move states, but I also wanted to stay close to my dad. Kentucky was one of the best picks." I reply somewhat shyly.
"I assume you're very family-oriented," He looks at me straight in the eyes, his blue orbs piercing through my soul. What a sight!
I dip one of the rolls in the soup, smiling at his question, "It's always just been my dad and I. My mom left us when I was 4 or 5. My dad is literally my hero. He raised me all by himself," I let out a deep breath. He really went the extra mile for me, "So, to answer your question, yes, I am very family-oriented. And please don't feel sorry for me."
Maggie takes hold of my hand across the table, "Honey, that's beautiful. I'm just shocked you turned out so girly after only being raised by a man."
I immediately burst out in laughter, "I kind of had a tomboyish faze between 4th- and 6th grade."
"Well, who would've thought?" Clay shakes his head in disbelief.
"I think I should head back home before the rain gets too much." I lift myself off of the couch, rubbing my hands against my sweatpants.
"You can't leave so soon. We've just started watching the movie." Jack complains, looking at me with a pleading expression.
Why does he have to make it so hard for me? It's like I'm drawn to his irresistible charm, like I can't tear myself away from this man.
My heart races as I grapple with the desire to stay. I did enjoy his company tonight. He's not one of those self-centered celebrities who only want attention on themselves. He was interested in getting to know me, as boring as that sounds.
"I really have to get home. Maybe I'll stay longer another time."
He stares at me intensely. As if he's thinking. A smile spreads across his face as he gets up, standing right in front of me.
"Only if I can walk you home," He goes to get his coat.
"Your mother is probably gonna wonder where you are to ask you how the movie with me went, so it's better if you stay here while I go home."
"Clay is here. He can fill her in. Now come along." He waits for me at the door.
I look at Clay, who is sprawled out on one of the couches, eyes focused on the TV. His eyes move towards me as soon as he notices that I'm looking at him, "I'm sure Mom's snoring by now, but I'll give her the agenda in case she comes down. Bye, Logan."
I sigh and roll my eyes, finally giving in, "Bye, Clay. I'll see you around."
I drag my feet towards the door, grabbing my coat and umbrella. Jack is smiling cheekily. I swear he's probably one of those people who gets what he wants. He opens the door, waiting for me to go out first. At least chivalry never dies.
The smell of raindrops fills the air. The whole walk across the street is silent, but it's as if the raindrops are providing a soothing soundtrack as we just enjoy each other's company. No need for words, just a peaceful connection in the midst of the rain.
We finally arrive at my front door, and I turn to face him, "Tell your mom thanks again for inviting me over tonight. It was nice meeting you all."
He closes the umbrella and rests on hand in his pocket, "I'll make sure to tell her. And it was nice finally meeting you too. Didn't expect you to be so stubborn at first, but you're kinda cool."
"I've always been kinda cool. So, I'll see you around?" I ask a little bit hopeful.
"Yeah, sure. See you." He smiles and gives me my umbrella, walking back down the steps. I smile to myself and unlock the door.
As I'm about to go in Jack calls me, "Logan?"
I turn around and look at him, "Yeah?"
"I'm going to the mall early tomorrow morning to get some groceries. My friends and I are watching a basketball game at my place tomorrow afternoon. Do you mind coming with me? I mean, you probably haven't gotten time to get some food this week, and I was wond-"
"I'd love to," I cut into his sentence. "I'll see you at 8 then."
"See you at 8."
#jack harlow fanfic#jack harlow fluff#jack harlow#jack harlow imagine#jack harlow x reader#jack harlow x y/n#jack harlow x oc#jack harlow x you#jackman thomas harlow
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Random Headcanons for the Scream (1996) Group
A/N Okay so I know I've been promising a bunch of fics and they will be coming...eventually. But right now I have major Scream brainrot so here are some of my headcanons for the characters
Warnings: swearing, mentions of sex, Billy & Stu being misogynistic, mentions of bullying, mentions of cheating, brief mention of alcohol, mention of murder/canon typical violence in Scream
Billy is the oldest and Randy is the youngest
More specifically the birth order goes Billy, Tatum, Sidney, Stu & then Randy
Billy & Tatum's birthdays are both in September and are two weeks apart
Sidney's birthday is in November
Stu's birthday is in late March because in my mind there is no way that man is not an Aries
Randy's birthday is only about a month after Stu's, but Stu uses any chance he gets to bring up the fact that Randy is the "baby" of the group to piss him off
For example:
Stu cuts off Randy during one of his rants about how the sinners are always punished in horror movies because, "What do you know about the sex rules in horror movies, anyways huh?! You're such a virgin, I bet you have wet dreams about Jamie Lee's breasts" Stu chuckles, blowing air in Randy's ear.
"Shut up!" Randy argues back, he feels a blush spread across his face and up to his ears.
"Aww look Billy, the baby's blushing. It is true!" Stu laughs louder.
"I'm not a baby! Your birthday is only 3 weeks before mine!" Randy pouts.
"Whatever you say, baby" Stu sticks his tongue out at Randy, devolving into a fit of laughter at his expense.
Randy has autism (I feel like this one isn't even up for debate)
Stu has ADHD and dyslexia
Tatum isn't a natural blonde:
Her real hair color is a shade of brown slightly lighter than Sidney's. She started dying her hair during junior year because she wanted to stand out more
Speaking of hair dying, Stu definitely bleached his hair sophomore year (think Tim Laflour from Senseless) just to piss off his parents
I wouldn't say Tatum is boy crazy but I think she definitely likes knowing that she can hold a man's attention
I feel like Stu and Tatum haven't been dating that long, having only gotten together about 6-8 months before the start of Scream
I also think Stu is Tatum's first real relationship
I feel like Sidney and Casey Becker would have been besties if they had gotten the chance to get closer
Tatum was always secretly a little insecure whenever Casey got brought up but if she had really gotten to know her they would've been friendly too.
I think Stu used to tell Tatum lies about Casey/ Casey & his relationship to make Tatum jealous on purpose
Literally if it wasn't for Stu then Sidney, Tatum and Casey would've been such an iconic girl group
I think in terms of distance Randy and Tatum live closest to each other, their houses are only a few blocks away from each other near the center of town
Billy also lives close to the center but heading the opposite direction from Tatum and Randy
Sidney's house is closet to Stu's with the two of them living on the outskirts of town in the more rural area.
Group hangouts & movie nights are usually at Stu's place because his house has the most space and his parents are rarely home
Occasionally Randy will host movie nights at his house but not as often as Stu because whenever the group hangs out at Randy's, Martha wants to be included
And while Randy loves his sister, they can't really watch slasher movies and drink beer with a kid hanging around
I think before Maureen was murdered the gang would hang out at Sidney's house a lot too
But after she died, Sidney found it hard to have company over because it reminded her of all the memories she had of her mom, like her baking cookies for Sid & her friends, or all the times she had begged her mom to let Tatum sleep over on a school night, and now it was too painful to try and create new happy memories in the house since she was gone
Billy always preferred hanging out at Stu's as he was finding it harder and harder to be at the Prescott's house
Each time he walked through the door he could feel his blood boiling thinking about what was going on between Sidney's mother and his father & how much of a slut Maureen was
Okay so I've found myself struggling to figure out how Randy ended up in that friend group
Because for me I think Sidney and Tatum have been best friends for forever, having been friends since the 1st grade
Stu and Billy have also been friends a long time, meeting each other in the 3rd grade when Billy's family moved to Woodsboro and the two instantly clicked.
But Randy... he feels like a bit of an outsider compared to the other boys and I doubt him and Tatum would have been friends first if it wasn't for the fact they already had mutual friends
I think Sidney was the one to introduce Randy to the group:
Like it's the 7th grade and Sidney and Tatum are a school dance (I'm imagining something like the Snow Ball from Stranger Things) and this group of popular guys come running up to them snickering being like "Our friend has a crush on you! This guy wants to ask you out... we're totally like his best friends." And Sidney can tell something is up
She sees the group of boys gesturing to this geeky looking kid sitting by himself all awkward on the bleachers and instantly knows that he's the butt of some practical joke.
"He wants to make out with you! He told me himself!" The leader of the group laughs pointing at Sidney.
"Leave us alone you creeps!" Tatum yells back, pulling her and Sidney away from the boys before they take off laughing.
And then Sidney is just standing there looking at this poor kid alone on the bleachers and before she can stop herself, she's walking over to him
Tatum is just watching her like girl wtf are you doing?!
Sidney sits down beside him and introduces herself
Needless to say Randy is shocked, like why is this cute girl talking to him of all people!?
"Hey I'm sorry those guys are such jerks! Would you like to dance with my friend and me?" Sidney asks pointing to Tatum
And then it's literally love at first sight for Randy.
Randy spends the rest of the night dancing and talking with the girls and Sidney starts to realize maybe this kid isn't all that weird and annoying after all
After the dance, Sidney and Randy start saying hi to each other in the halls or occasionally eating lunch together until it grows into a fully formed friendship
Also just because Tatum wasn't super open to Randy in the beginning doesn't mean that they're not besties now
Because they are!
I see Tatum and Randy being big time gossip buddies
Like Randy is obviously really nerdy so I see him as being the type of guy other people don't really pay attention to
Which means the more popular students will be gossiping right in front of him like he's not even there and Randy's holding on to every single word
Like one time he was sitting in the library only pretending to type up his English essay because the two girls next to him were whispering about how Christina from his biology class had not only gotten knocked up over summer break but how her boyfriend might not be the father because "Casey like totally saw her sneaking upstairs with this scary-looking guy at Steve Orth's 4th of July party"
And Randy is sitting there feeling like his head is going to explode if he doesn't immediately run and share this news with Tatum so the two can swap theories on who the mystery guy is
Stu likes to gossip too but Tatum is selective with what she tells him because he's a blabbermouth and will spread the stories all over school
I feel like the friendship as we see it in the opening of Scream didn't happen right away
Like usually it was just Billy & Stu hanging out and then Sidney & Tatum, or Randy and the girls hanging out separately
It was until freshman year that the 5 of them all started hanging out as one big group as Billy and Sidney got closer
Randy didn't want to admit it to the girls but I think he was happy at first to have some guy friends around
Although tbh Billy and Stu are more like his frenemies at best with how much they like to abuse and tease him
I like to headcanon that Randy was raised by a single mom, with his dad walking on the family when Randy was 8, leaving his mom to take care of him and Martha by herself
Because of this I think Randy can struggle a bit with his masculinity sometimes
I think before the murders he used to look to Billy and Stu as sort of guides on how to be "manly"
But as he got older, like during junior/early senior year, he started to see just how much of misogynistic jerks the two were
I think Randy is closer to Stu than Billy
Like during the rare moments where Stu isn't making fun of him they actually have similar interests in terms of movies and will chat about that
I don't think Randy ever really liked Billy as he always saw him as a sort of competition for Sidney's affection
But I feel like he tried to make an effort to get along with Billy until the start of their junior year:
Billy's mom had left him and his dad under mysterious circumstances a week before the start of the new school year & Billy had been acting a little more off than usual
Randy feeling empathetic towards him and remembering what it was like when his dad left tried to start a conversation with Billy about it:
"Hey, Billy I know we've never been as close as you and Stu but if you want to talk about y'know... your mom" Randy trailed off, glancing at Billy over the door to his locker, Billy's face unreadable. "Look I remember when my dad left I-"
Before Randy could finish his sentence, Billy grabbed him by the shirt collar, shoving him harshly into the wall of lockers.
"Listen shithead! Your father ran off with his cum dump slut of a secretary," Billy sneered his face inches from Randy's, a look of anger in his eyes that Randy had never seen before. "Don't try and fucking act like you understand any of this."
Billy let go slamming him back into the lockers and storming off, leaving Randy scared and speechless.
Billy gave Randy a half assed apology later that day during lunch, saying all the stress at home was getting to him and urged Randy to keep the whole situation between the two of them
Randy agreed but never truly forgave Billy and lost all trust in him after that
Lastly, this might be controversial but I feel like the queer relationship between Stu and Billy was one sided
Like Stu definitely had a crush on Billy
And Billy liked Stu because he was "different" and "understood him", but his feelings towards Stu weren't as strong as Stu's were for him
I kinda feel like Billy used Stu's crush to manipulate him a bit
Like Stu definitely went along with the murders of his own accord because he's sick and twisted and thought they were fun
But I think Billy sold him on this lie of how the pair would be the two sole survivors and they would go on to create a sequel
While Billy cared for Stu, he wouldn't hesitate to kill him if it meant he could get away with his plan as revenge was always what was most important to him
And one thing about Stu is that guy has a big mouth
He could barely go one day without not so subtly bragging about how he and Billy murdered Casey and Steve
I doubt Billy expected him to be able to keep the whole events of the Woodsboro murders a secret for very long
Which is why I think Billy cut him a little too deeply in the kitchen scene on purpose
Stu was just his muscle and lap dog to help him carry out his big plan
Billy always saw himself as the lone "final girl" in his revenge plot so Stu bleeding out from his wounds wouldn't have been that big of an issue to him
#headcanon#scream headcannons#scream 1996 headcanons#woodsboro#scream franchise#scream#scream 1#scream 1996#stu x billy#gay#horror movies#wes craven#90s movies#stu macher#billy loomis#tatum riley#sidney prescott#randy meeks#neve campbell#matthew lillard#jamie kennedy#rose mcgowan#skeet ulrich#martha meeks#heather matarazzo#maureen prescott#scream movie
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PJO: Things I Wish The TV Show Didn't Change/Included From The Books (spoilers)
let me start off by saying any hate to the casting/actors will be blocked on sight. the cast did amazing and i won't tolerate hate towards them
mild spoilers: now that that's outta the way...
mentioning percy having nectar/ambrosia when he woke up and it reminding him of his mum's cookies. but i get that it's hard to convey it in the show w/o narration
it would've been cool if they showed seymour the leopard too
showing how dangerous/powerful Mr D. was like they did in the books cause grover didn't have as much of a healthy fear/respect for Mr D
why tf was annabeth the athena cabin leader 😭 she was supposed to be one of the younger campers and becoming a cabin leader was meant for older campers or when the current leader died or was injured (like when will's older siblings died in the battle of manhattan and he went from the youngest to the oldest and therefore cabin leader)
i wish they showed percy being in the water when he fought clarisse and her friends cause in the books it was why he was suddenly able to overpower them when he had just learnt how to use a sword
the scene where the campers knelt when poseidon claimed him (feat. clarisse reluctantly kneeing)
changing "a kid/child of the Big Three" to "a forbidden kid/child"
the hermes cabin was not nearly crowded/messy enough
major spoilers ahead:
I'm hoping they'll show more named characters who died in the later books (e.g lee fletcher, michael yew, etc) but it's still the first two episodes and only the first season so i still have hope
im begging on my knees for them to drop hints about the traitor and show silena beauregard's relationship with clarisse so we care about her more
edit: i took out the part complaining about gabe not being abusive enough. he checks her phone without asking and spends her hard earned money for stupid things and needed his "okay" for her to go to montouk with percy. also i forgot that later percy sees him try to hit sally
that's all i can think of atm but I'll probably add more then they pop into my head. in the meantime here's the list of things i love about the show so far:
#pjo#percy jackson#annabeth#annabeth chase#percy jackon and the olympians#percy jackson disney+#pjo spoilers#percy jackson spoilers#percy jackson and the olympians spoilers#spoilers
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can i get a christmas with rooster hc 💗
congrats again my love!
a/n: ty anna!! also first time writing for rooster, but i love him nonetheless (after this i am also not opposed to writing more him hehe)
tw: mentions of death [carole/goose :((], one mention of having kids
A Very Bradshaw Christmas with Rooster would include...
*gif credit @pohjanneito
bradley 'rooster' bradshaw aka mr. christmas
when i tell you he is the most festive person known to man, i mean it
bradley 1000% pulls out the christmas decorations the second thanksgiving is over
in fact, it becomes tradition for the two of you to stay up until midnight after thanksgiving dinner to decorate your place for christmas
in the beginning, you thought it was quite silly, how seriously he took the holidays
it wasn't until after spending a few christmases with him that he opened up to you about it
"some of my best memories are from the holidays... it's when i remember my family at their happiest."
while decorating that night, you begged him to share his favorite moments with you
the far off look in his eyes and the fond smile on his lips made it clear that he missed his family more than he let on
so this christmas, you planned to make it as memorable for him as you possibly can
"my dad and i would sit at the piano and sing christmas songs for my mom while she prepared dinner. he would put on quite the show even if it was just us three at home."
you had arranged a little christmas sing along in honor of nick bradshaw
you invited the dagger squad out that night and printed out some sheet music of rooster's favorite christmas songs and gave it to penny to place on the piano
when the two of you arrived the hard deck you dragged him straight to the piano where the rest of his friends were already gathered
you sat at the piano bench and patted the seat beside you as you beckoned him over
"sing me a song, sailor," you teased
always for the dramatics, he let out an over exaggerated sigh before taking a seat next to you while his friends all hollered
bradley's eyes danced over the sheet music for "sleigh ride", quizzically, but he played it anyway
after the first song was over, you flipped through the pages and pulled out "christmas (baby please come home)" which was carole bradshaw's favorite
being as smart as he was, rooster immediately realized what you were doing and you swear you have never seen his eyes shine so bright
he played through the songs with ease and was a little sad once it was over though he didn't mind that you had shifted into his lap at the end of the night
"has anyone told you that you have the voice of an angel?" you muttered in your sleepy daze
"i've been told that i sound more like a chicken."
"well, whoever told you that is wrong because you're an angel. my angel."
if you had been wide awake you would've been able to see the tips of his ears turn red at your words
"i used to help my mom make her special gingerbread cookies. she promised to tell me her secret recipe when i started a family of my own. i never thought she'd wouldn't be here to see it."
the week leading up to christmas, you told bradley you were out gift shopping when you were really at penny benjamin's every afternoon
you asked mav if he knew about carole's gingerbread cookies, which made him light up like a child
he told you carole gave him a box every year
he unfortunately had no idea how to make them, but he did offer to help you replicate the recipe as best as he could
it's how you found yourself surrounded by twenty batches of cookies in penny's kitchen
"i think batch three tasted closer than batch seventeen."
"which one was batch three again?"
in the end, you settled on batch fourteen
maverick's wavering confidence didn't help soothe your nerves, but he swore up and down that the cookies tasted almost exactly like hers
when you finally made them for bradley, you burst into tears
"i think they need some more sugar, hun."
"so they don't taste like your mother's?"
"were they supposed to?"
he realizes his wrong choice of words when hot and heavy tears started to stream down your face
you practically crumbled to your knees then causing bradley to fall onto the floor and scoop you up into his arms
he cradles your head into the crook of his neck and whispers soft apologies into your ear
"no, i'm sorry. i knew i shouldn't have trusted mav when he said 2 cups of salt. i'm sorry they're not your mom's."
"honey, they may not taste like mom's but they're yours. and sure maybe they are a little salty, but i love them anyway because you made them."
"you sure?"
"promise. though i hope you don't mind if i give the rest of these to hangman. tomorrow how about we try to recreate them together, yeah? i think my sense of taste might be a bit better than mav's."
"and when it was finally christmas, we would get together with all of our family and friend's to exchange gifts."
the festivities of the night had finally died down with amelia knocked out on the floor while penny and maverick were cuddled up on your sofa sifting through the gifts you gave them
you and bradley were in the kitchen, cleaning up the rest of the dinner dishes
"hey honey, can i ask you something?"
"hmm?"
"did you try to replicate my family's christmas traditions?"
he must have seen the way your face immediately fell because he's dropping the dishes back in the sink and running to your side
"i just wanted to do something special for you. i'm sorry if i made you uncomfortable or sad i just thought you'd like it. i'm sorry if i crossed a line, i won't do it again."
he's cupping your face, bringing your gaze to meet his
"i did like it, hell i loved it. i was just thinking, what if we started our own family traditions? new ones?"
he gets down on one knee and the gasp you let out is so loud that penny and maverick are rushing over
"i already had a ring picked out and everything, but i can't wait anymore. i can't believe you did all of that for me. when it hit me, i realized i want to spend all my christmases with you. i want to make new bradshaw traditions with you and our own family. will you marry me?"
you crash into him, almost sending him onto the floor
he catches you with ease and you press your lips to his
when you pull away, you press more to every inch of his face, muttering an excited "yes!" in between each one
"bradley bradshaw, i will marry you."
penny and maverick gather the two of you in their arms, fawning over and congratulating you both
amelia pouts when she hears bradley completely ditched their plan and spontaneously proposed (she was still happy for you, nevertheless)
you and bradley spend every christmas after creating new traditions, eventually passing them on to children of your own
#bradley bradshaw x reader#bradley rooster bradshaw#rooster x reader#rooster bradshaw x reader#holiday headcanon sleepover
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Nothing Beats That- Eggsy Unwin x gn! reader
Okay, first ever eggsy fic! I watched the kingsman movies a few days ago and I have been debating writing for Eggsy ever since. I redid the entirety of this account because of how bad the eggsy brainrot has gotten and this is the first but definitely not the last of the eggsy fics I write lol.
However, I'm a little short on ideas as far as Eggsy is concerned so if you have anything, I will write just about anything if anyone sends a request into my inbox!
Fic type- this is just straight out fluff
Warnings- there's one mention of death
You couldn't explain why, but you'd been awake since 2:30 in the morning. You were entirely sure it was due, in part, to the eight hour "nap" you'd taken from 6:30 onward after an exhausting day at work, but the craving for brownies you woke up with begged to differ.
As such, you'd done the risky thing and visited a 24 hour convenience store in search of boxed brownie mix--you would've made them from scratch but boxed brownie mix was quicker--as well as oreos and premade cookie dough. You bought two energy drinks to sustain yourself later in the day, when 2:30 would hit and you'd find yourself awake for twelve hours and then again at 6:30, when you would've been awake for sixteen.
And then you went home, preheated the oven and got the bowl, spatula, and greased pan ready before you got to baking. By 3:45, the brownies were in the oven, a thirty minute timer set, and your heart hammering as you heard a rustle outside of the door. JB trotted over to the door and sat by it unafraid and stubborn.
You watched the lock turn as you grabbed a knife, and the anxious racing pace your heart had set off at eased a bit as you heard a voice you could've recognized even when you were half dead.
"Shit!" Eggsy cursed as he closed the door behind him. "Shit, that was too bloody loud!"
You watched JB trot over to Eggsy as you tucked the knife you held back into it's drawer of origin, small smile crossing your face as you checked the ovens timer. Twenty of the 35 minutes of required baking time for your brownies had lapsed.
Eggsy bent down to give JB the attention he craved and righted himself, jumping and giving a shout as he noticed you, leaning against the kitchen island, smile on your face as you watched him.
"Bloody hell--you scared the absolute shit out of me," he said with a laugh. "What, has four days without my rather annoying presence in your life fucked your sleep schedule? Too many nights laying awake missing me, love?"
You snorted. "I have thought about you every single day since you left, and I have indeed missed you quite a lot, but no. Took a nap and it got away from me. Woke up craving brownies, so I ran to the 24/7 convenience store a few blocks down and grabbed all of the necessities. Wasn't anticipating you til six or seven this morning, but this is a nice surprise indeed."
Eggsy snorted, loosening his tie before he took it off completely. "Merlin congratulated me on my efficiency, which he never does. Harry has given me two days off and Roxy was the most jealous I think she's ever been. It was amusing, really, but nothing beats this."
"Nothing beats what? Coming home to your partner at nearly four in the fucking morning to find the amalgamation of oreo-cookie dough brownies in the oven and your partner in a pair of your sweatpants and one of your kingsman tailored dress shirts?"
Eggsy nodded, grinning as you approached. When you were within distance, he pulled you into a tight hug. You'd not seen each other in four days, and knowing that he had two days off made the hug that much more important.
They were two days he could use to sleep, to say nothing when he noticed you in one of his sweaters or to experience the sheer joy that it was to watch you sleep, to run his finger along the outline of your lips and press a kiss to your forehead in the light of the early morning.
The days off Eggsy got were few and far between, but every single time he got a day off that lined up with yours, it was almost like you became the center of each others universes.
"Yeah," he said as the two of you pulled away just enough to look at each other "You in my sweatpants, one of the shirts I've left behind, with brownies made of brownie mix, oreo cookies, and chocolate chip cookie dough? Nothing beats that. Nothing at all."
You grinned, pulled him into a kiss and found that your heart had set itself on fire.
Your moments with Eggsy had always been and would always be some of your happiest. That night, it seemed that things were no different
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Fic Writer 20 Questions
Tagged by @luredin. Thank you!
How many works do you have on AO3?
49. which is insane to me. especially if you consider that 10 of those are actually 24 fic(let)s in one
What's your total AO3 word count?
360,722
What fandoms do you write for?
Whichever bug bites me. But the major ones are Hawaii Five-0 and Starsky & Hutch.
What are your top 5 fics by kudos?
I Would Break Into Your House Just To Put Sugar In Your Tea (H50)
think about how good these seeds have sown (H50)
If You're Waiting On Me You're Backin' Up (I'm Way In Over My Head In Love) (H50)
unfortunately, Hands (House MD) (me and Hands have a contentious relationship. many of my friends could tell you of it. i long for the day i knock it out of top 5)
Not A Booty Call (Suits)
Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?
Not usually :(. I used to respond to all of them, but then it was making me stressed out about doing it, so I made a conscious decision that i did not have to do that and now I only respond to the occasional one that I actually have a response for other than 'thank you [heart emojis]'
What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?
oh my dude. do i... do that? do I have literally any that fit that criteria? maybe To Love (Verb, Transitive) (S&H), although that should tell you how incredibly unangsty most of my endings are.
What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?
Happiest, as opposed to fluffiest. hm. different criteria. I think happiest might be either If You're Gonna Do It, Do It Right (which is actually one of my angstiest fics in its body) or I Would Break Into Your House (both H50). Or Come Take The Wheel (S&H). Or Smarties Cookies (Non-Violent) (Leverage), which literally ends with the word 'happy'. as you can tell, this is much more up my alley.
Do you get hate on fics?
I do not, although I did get a comment waaayyy back in 2013 which funnily did not mention my actual writing, which was terrible, my being 13 and only writing for a year, but did tell me that the premise of my fic was out of character. it's possible that contributed to why i'm now borderline spiteful about making fics in character.
Do you write smut? If so, what kind?
Yeah. Not a lot, but yeah. is bdsm/bdsm-overtoned a kind? That. Sometimes with feelings sometimes not particularly, but if it's with feelings it will be a truly stupid amount of feelings.
Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?
Not for years, but my very first multi-chapter >10k fic was BBC Sherlock/Doctor Who crossover. it was 2014. don't look at me.
Have you ever had a fic stolen?
Nope.
Have you ever had a fic translated?
Nope.
Have you ever co-written a fic before?
...yeah. Avengers crack!fic. the only fic from pre-2017 I'm happy to link, bc pure crack doesn't care about how good your writing is.
What's your all-time favorite ship?
Look. I would be a liar if I said anything other than Steve/Danny. Other ships may come and go but these fucked up obliviously married certified Dad™ middle-aged white guy cops made a permanent and large imprint on my mind and there are entire worm colonies living in that imprint.
What's a WIP you want to finish, but doubt you ever will?
The long Suits season 8 canon divergence fic, where Harvey's mother dies a season earlier than in canon and Mike flies back to help him through it. The first two chapters are literally like, 100 words away from being finished, so it's possible that if I ever feel the urge to watch Suits again I will drum up a truncated third chapter and post it but. it's also very possible I will not. There's a 5+1 Geraskier fic it would've been nice to finish too, but I don't ever see that happening.
What are your writing strengths?
Dialogue, humour, emotional description that's just enough to the left of normal analogies that it makes you actually stop and think about/feel it. Occasionally, punch-to-the-gut-with-softness lines.
What are your writing weaknesses?
Physical description, good lord. Especially of settings. Having any reasonable idea of how long a fic is going to be. Actually doing the work of writing in between the times where the words just spontaneously appear in my head. Not as relevant for fic as for original work, but calculating how much backstory readers actually need.
Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?
I don't know that I've ever really done it in fic, other than the occasional Yiddish word for Jewish characters, but I am doing it a little bit in my novel WIP, bc 2.5 of my MCs are Latinx and occasionally speak Spanish with each other. I think it's fine in moderate doses, assuming the characters actually would be using it, but that it should follow the same rules as pop culture references: either the meaning is broadly deducible from context, or it's not either vital to the plot or hugely disruptive of flow if you don't understand it. Also if it's anything more than single words you should probably get someone who actually speaks the language to check it for you.
First fandom you wrote for?
...BBC Sherlock
Favorite fic you've ever written?
can i say a wip. my spouse/neurological infection state of disrepair. but okay no in posted fics... ykw even though it's a fandom i am off and on with, and mostly off, and currently off, When You're Loving Me (That's When I'm Loving You) (NCIS: LA) is a solid contender. But I also am quite happy with I Would Break Into Your House being my top kudosed, I think it deserves it.
Tagging: @actingcamplibrarian @osointricate @bookwhimses @faorism @gallantrejoinder
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CAFE CUTIE - chapter 12
a few days after the not-so-subtle tutoring promo, you're pulling up a house's driveway. a girl named hyein was the first one to contact you, saying she was in desperate need of help with her subjects.
being the kind person you are, you gave her a discount. shes still a child, the rules can bend a little bit. the house looked cozy, with a nice color contrast on the exterior.
you walked up the stairs, approaching the doorstep before pressing the doorbell button with your finger. you could hear two very faint voices since they were muffled by the walls of the house.
the last person you expected to see opened the door, jake sim, stood in the doorway looking like he had just seen a ghost. he looked way different than the typical 'neat' look he showed at school. his hair was disheveled, he had on grey sweatpants, and..his shirt was nowhere to be seen.
"sorry, you can come in just give me a moment." jake spoke before rushing over and up to what was probably the staircase, hopefully going to go put a shirt on.
the image of him shirtless, leaning over a little to close to you to close the front door will forever be burned in your mind. god, you knew he played soccer but never thought that he would've worked out outside of it.
you slipped off your shoes next to the door and were surprised to see a small figure in the distance running up to you, he was practically a mini version of jake running around, only about 4 or 5 years old.
"is ur name yn?" The kid asked, toy in hand while tilting his head to the side as if he was genuinely confused. he must've heard jake when he was at the door, but you don't remember jake mentioning your name.
"yes, it is...how did you know?" you asked, assuming it was okay to set down your bag in what is assumingly the living room. you sat down on the soft sofa, while 'mini jake' climbed onto the couch next to you.
"jaeyunnie told me there was this really pretty girl at school and he-smddnsk" his talking was interrupted by jake, who suddenly in the room and covered the little boy's mouth with his hand.
"im sorry if jun caused you any trouble, hyein will be " jake did a slight bow in order to send his sincerity, "hyein will be down in a moment." in the amount of time that jake disappeared into what was upstairs of the house, he had thrown on a white tank top, and some glasses.
you nodded, while jake turned to jun once again, "junnie, why don't we make some cookies for your sister yeah?" jake crouched down to his level and grabbed jun's hand. leading him into the kitchen.
you giggled a bit at the situation he was put in, silently scrolling on your phone, waiting for hyein to come down the stairs so you could start your tutoring session.
after a bit of waiting, she finally came down and you got to work. you helped her with some math problems and gave some advice on a previous essay she wrote. you both even joked around a bit, to lighten the mood.
even though your attention was supposed to be on hyein the entire time, you couldn't help but eavesdrop on jake and his little brothers' relationship. jake was gentle and patient with him, letting him have as much fun as possible. the two of them were never not smiling around each other.
"so, are you interested in jaeyun?" hyein suddenly speaks, keeping her voice down a bit. this startles you because you weren't aware of how long you were staring for.
"huh?? ah-no im just intrigued..."
"how so?" hyein questioned, taking her hands off of the laptop keyboard and putting her full attention on this conversation.
"it's like...he acts way different at school. he's more cocky, annoying, and loud. but here he's more quiet, reserved, and also caring" just
"huh...i mean we haven't been to the same school at the same time in a while so i wouldn't really know. in middle school he was pretty quiet at school, he got criticized for it a lot by his peers, so he started being louder and more social in high school i guess."
oh. you thought, not knowing how to respond to this sudden bomb of personal information dropped on you. "he wishes he could have had a better past, but i always tell him you can't change what already has happened, you just have to learn to live with it" hyein explained.
"i guess he's not the only one who wants to re-do their past, i honestly never thought i would relate to him" you answered, before being interrupted by another voice.
"ennie! wanna play with me, please? can we play?" jun's voice startled you both, while he jumped up in down in excitement. hyein glanced at you, while you assured it was okay for her to take a break since you both had been sitting for 2.5 hours. hyein began to say her last words before she got out of the chair.
"listen, jaeyun has good intentions...he looks up to you as a person and thinks you're a natural born leader, remember that"
"i see.."
"also, don't do anything outrageous in my kitchen...theres cameras"
"what-" this entire conversation was so...informative it felt like you had just revealed all of the hidden secrets of the world. still, in deep thought, you walked over to the kitchen counter, and sitting down on one of the stools.
"...are the cookies any good?" you asked, resting your head on your palm.
"you know they are! also, i heard you guys talking, hyein isnt very quiet," he confessed, while still trying to clean up the kitchen from him and jun's previous mees.
before you could say anything, he started to talk again, "it wasn't cool of her to just spill my past i was trying to erase like that. but, she was right...i do actually admire you, you're very social and outgoing. i actually look up to you a lot"
"i mean i can't take all the credit, I admire you too sometimes, like how you're very easy to talk to since you just carry the conversation, not a lot of people do that."
"you're also very caring...especially for your siblings, i mean, i do think of jungwon as a brother, but having a younger sibling would be nice."
jake moved from his spot around the counter to sit on one of the counter stools beside you. "i don't want jun to feel lonely or neglected while he's young, i have to take care of him. hyein too, she's getting older but she'll always be the annoying ten-year-old to me."
he laughed at the last bit of his sentence, while you joined him. it was weirdly comforting to genuinely laugh together. he wasn't being annoying or obnoxiously loud like he was at school. at home he's quiet and reserved, it feels weirdly domestic.
"just..do me a favor and don't tell anybody at school okay? not even yunjin, even though i know she wouldn't tell anybody." he pleads
"i wasn't planning to, but yeah. your secrets' safe with me," you assure, subconsciously putting your hand on top of his during the moment. you can tell his eyes are genuine, in the moment he asked you to stay quiet about it.
"anyways! let's go play with jun and hyein" he breaks the silence while hopping off of his chair.
"okay, jaeyunnie."
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Harveston Kelkkarotu/Sledathon and Finnish representation🇫🇮
Hello!
Now that i've finally played through the whole event, i want to talk about all the finnish inspirations and representation i've found in this event, and there is a lot of it!
I'm finnish (Finland swede to be exact) myself why would i else be making this hehe
This is the most proper finnish rep i've ever seen aside from Lotte and her home in little witch academia. And to also make something clear, Sami rep ≠ finnish rep and vice versa, to not intertwine these two.
And before we start, because swedish traditions have as well been mixed into this event, i will be color coding anytime i'm talking about something Finnish and something Swedish
Alright lets get to it!｡･:*:
First thing's first, the name for this event that they used in the JP server, Kelkkarotu, is made up of two actual finnish words, Kelkka (sleigh, sled) & Rotu (race)
All tho the word rotu is a word used more for breeding, like ex. A dog race, while kilpailu would've been more appropriate for a sled race. Either way i think this was a really neat addition and am sad that it wasn't carried over to the EN server :,)
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Mount Moln
The game is correct that the word translates to cloud, but moln is actually swedish, the word for cloud in Finnish would've been pilvi.
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Marja
The name Marja means berry! But it is as well a pretty normal finnish name that you could find someone have.
I love meemaw Marja so much, she reminds me of my own grandma💙
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Kokko market
once again the translation is correct. Kokkon are usually seen around easter or midsummer, but can also been done off of those holidays.
It is also really common to find plenty of different home made sweets at the markets depending on what holiday or season is going on. As well as handmade wooden things, some more useful such as butter knives, spoons and cups, But also decorations or souvenirs.
I'm so happy they mentioned it as it was something i was NOT expecting.
within Finland (and a few other countries) we have a thing called jokamiehenoikeudet/allemansrätt/everyman's right. Which as Epel describes it you're free to roam public or private forests and nature, pick berries and mushrooms as well, but it all to be done respectfully of course. You are not to disturb the wildlife or nature by ex. being unnecessarily loud, breaking plants or trashing nature.
i as well really love how Epel brought up when Grim wanted to go get some himself, that he was not gonna get squat from the villagers. Cus once berry and mushroom picking season is amongst us, it's on.
A user made a fantastic post Here listing each plant Jade mentioned, and safe to say every single one can be found in Finland (an other nordic countries). Seen them all myself too! (also who brought the nestle??)
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Fika/kahvi
Even tho the idea of sitting down to enjoy some sweet treats originates from Sweden's fika, it is still very common within Finland as well!
we call it kahvi/kaffe and it's the same idea of sitting down for a cup of coffee with family or friends and enjoying some cookies and other goods. We usually do it on the weekends or free days in our family, or anytime we visit someone or vise versa.
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Foods
As again, the sandwhich cake (voileipäkakku/smörgåstårta) originates from Sweden, you will still find it at ex. Finnish family gatherings, birthday parties or other events.
FISH SOUP!
Due to the amount of lakes an water that makes up Finland, fishing is very common here and so is the food. The most common type of fish soup that you'll have here is lohikeitto (salmon soup).
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Respect for the elderly/seniors
this is definitely a stretch on my part but still think it's fun to mention^^
in finnish we have a thing called 'Teitittely', it's hard to explain as it it is not used in the english language, but rather than directly referring to you (sinä) we use a more indirect 'you' (te) to show respect for our elderly and other occasions. If or once they would prefer the person to stop, they just need to request that there is no need to be as formal.
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Pancakes
Again was very surprised out of all things that they referenced a type of pancake we have here (pannukakku which literally translates to pancake)
The pancakes that Epel is talking about look like this, and are put into the oven. it's hard to describe the texture of the inside, like a really soft sponge?
On the topic of pancakes~ i want to also mention the ones that we saw at Kokko market (that the bois mistook for takoyaki), all tho i have never seen or heard of pancakes being done the way they were in the event, during autumn or colder seasons if there is a market you will usually find at least one stall making flat (lettu) pancakes on a big pan!
which you can then buy and fill however you like. The most common fillings are apple- and strawberry jam, and/or whipped cream. And some even add sugar to them. People like to roll them up and either eat them by hand or cut in slices, kind of resembling a cinnamon roll.
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Extra thoughts
I won't be commenting anything when it comes to the clothing, as it seems that they are loosely inspired by traditional Sami attire. And not being Sami myself or having any relations to it i am in no place to comment about the rep.
but the embroidery on the outfits are a really nice and familiar touch^^
The backgrounds were lovely and had a very cozy feel to them, but didn't find any particular reference or inspiration of note.
Even tho the mix up of swedish and finnish traditions most likely was an accident, aside from mount moln it still works in our favor! be that if Epel is finnish or hecc, even a finland swede!
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But thank you for listening to me ramble on about the rep, i was genuinely surprised on how MUCH of it there was in this. If you have any questions please feel free to ask and i'll do my best to answer!
take care everyone💙
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I have always liked Avatar (2009), [hating it is mostly and mainly a USA phenomenon that has spread to the rest of the english speaking parts of the internet? the rest of the world doesn't hate Avatar 2009 the way americans do], and have little to no criticisms about it, but the ones I do have, have always bothered me. all my sentimental triplet ass wanted out of this movie was for the fact that Jake was a twin to be more fleshed out. it was to some degree the thing about him that I related to the most. like maybe show some more that Tommy existed, not just the "wow you look just like him, durh" basic line wich every identical twin, triplet, etc, has heard countless times in their lifes. I've always felt that they mentioned the fact just at the beginning to justify the plot (why Jake was there in the first place, reluctant hero and what not, and a way for him to have an avatar) and then when they got it out of the way they never mention Tommy again. not even in their birthday at the end, wich to me is baffling, I would have mentioned my brother at our own birthday if I were him. the most depht in emotion we get from Jake regarding Tommy, apart from his initial reaction when he sees Tommy in the box, is "he is dead, I know it's a big inconvenience for everyone" and "[the avatar] looks like him" (a line that gets undercut by the "nO, LOoKs liKE yOu" line) and he is never mentioned again (exept for saying that they got lucky with him because he had a marine brother). like. I know that not every twins relationship is like mine with my sisters, (that are basically my best friends and no one understands me better than them), but it must have been heart wrenching to no longer have him there, for him to no longer exist, and to have to step on your brothers path. doing it knowing that you are the one that is going take his place and his dream, wondering what he would think about you doing so. seeing the damn avatar that looks like your brother, and knowing that a little piece of him still remains after all.
(on that note, I don't think people understand that identical twins and triplets don't think they look alike even if they do. my sisters and I are identical triplets and I have never thought they look alike between them let alone I looking like them, sure we may look similar, but in my head it's more like when our brother looks similar to us, we just look like siblings. but I see both my sisters side by side and I see two different people, so I really think that Jake doesn't think that the avatar looks like him, he thinks it looks like Tommy, and he says so ("[the avatar] looks like him"). and a moment, that would've been extremely emotional if it were me, gets undercut by the utterly tone deaf "no, looks like you". no, it doesn't, it looks like (in his head) the recently deceased brother, let him have that moment in peace)
and the birthday thing. I am aware that it technically has been 6 years but come on, it's his first birthday without his brother existing, the first one they don't spend alive together [which i honestly dread to have to experience]. that deserves at least a mention. but apparently not, not even because you are about to fuse your consciousness with your brother's avatar for eternity, on yours and your brother's birtday. am i the only one that got that? is it just me? maybe they didn't have the best sibling relationship and I know that my experiences are not universal and maybe I am wishing for too much, but triplets and twins barely get any representation in media besides cookie cutter copy paste shenanigans with barely any depth of personality, if at all, that are not interested in identifying each individual sibling as an actual character besides giving them different colors, and this was such a missed potential that it annoys me to no end.
when I have re-watched the movie I always do it hoping to find more depth in that aspect of the story, that would make Jake a more realistic character, that would react or think like my experience as a triplet tells me he would regarding that aspect of the character, not just as plot justificacion. it just gives me endless headcanons. like, does Jake have any mixed feelings about Tommy dying and him getting to go to pandora and his avatar? does he ever feel guilty that he's to some degree glad that Tommy died? does he ever regret Tommy's death once he is fully immersed in tribe life? does he ever miss him?
and the endless jokes they both could have made about Tommy's avatar. he is more handsome than you, Tommy. now I have a clone that I actually like. now I can beat your marine ass.
there are really subtle storytelling moments in the movie, like if you are paing attention, you know that there are native people on pandora before the colonel tells us, the arrows in the tires of the bulldozer practically scream that to our faces, that's the first time in the movie that we get the hint of some humanoid alien life. or like how you can tell time passes because of Jake's hair growth (which is also a plot hole because, how did it not grow during the 6 years on the way?). or how people in the background look at Jake weird when they see him on the wheelchair for the first time. there are little nuances like that throughout the movie. there could have been something like that that hints at that aspect of Jake's character traits. for fycks sake, there is a damn narrator in the movie and that's Jake, it doesn't have to be subtle. he could straight up just tell us how he feels about his brother being dead.
I know the the film is not interested in analyzing or pondering the psychological and emotional state and stages of having to step into your sibling's life instead of them, but I wish it had taken the time to flesh it out more. the moments were there, they just had to execute them better?
Idk, it's just that I don't think I ever see Jake mourning Tommy and I needed/expected for it to happen? Tommy gets killed a week before he gets in cryo, so for Jake it's really only been a few days since he lost Tommy when the movie starts. and it get brushed under the rug like a prop. and I am still mad about that.
#this has been in my drafts for ages#hating avatar is mostly an american thing#twin#twins#sully twins#twin erasure#identical twins#identical triplets#avatar#Avatar (2009)#james cameron#avatar 2009#jake sully#tom sully#tommy sully#rant#avatar rant
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Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love❤ (—maddie/reyesstrand 💗)
Thank you, Maddie, I always appreciate the opportunity to self-promote (which is something I think we should all do more often)!
It took me a while to pick mostly because I have 130 Lone Star fics alone, but I tried to go with the ones I really, truly love. Which was hard because I loving a fic a requirement for it being posted at all. But I managed to select 5, eventually.
would've loved you for a lifetime
Prompt: Characters are secretly married and one of them is hurt at work
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The story of how TK and Carlos came together, and how they almost missed out on their future before it even got a chance to start.
This is a favorite because I really think that some of the descriptions are closer to poetry than any actual poetry that I've ever tried to write. It was also the first time I ever worked with a non-linear narrative, which is a technique I love. The story of TK and Carlos secretly getting married was fun to piece together and reveal in pieces. When it comes to the actual language used this is still probably my favorite thing I have ever written.
I am not what you planned
Dr. Carlos Reyes can’t stand the newest paramedic at the 126. He’s cocky, impulsive, abrasive, and — while admittedly very good at his job — a thorn in his side. Paramedic TK Strand feels the same: he can’t seem to go anywhere in this damn city without someone singing the praises of the young, talented local-boy-turned-doctor. But as time passes some of the bravado fades and their true natures are revealed. Slowly they each start to realize that maybe the other isn’t as bad as they once thought and that maybe — just maybe — there is much more to them than meets the eye.
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aka the Dr. Reyes/Paramedic Strand Enemies to Lovers AU
Each of my AUs has a special place in my heart (especially the teacher AU, which I almost picked instead) but writing this one was such an experience, and writing the enemies part of this fic was probably some of the most fun I've ever had while writing. I don't think I'll ever be over this fic, truly.
the truth is stranger than all my dreams
Marjan likes to think that she’s confident, that she can take on anything. But things are showing her that she may not know herself as well as she thinks and that the future can be a scary thing.
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A Marjan centric 2x04 Coda
Outside of tarlos and Owen, my favorite character to write about is Marjan. Because she is my absolute favorite, after all. But this one always sticks out to me because after the whole thing with Salim what struck me most was the unexpected uncertain future she was suddenly faced with, which I would imagine would feel both liberating and absolutely terrifying. So I wanted to explore that and I am pleased with how it came out.
why can't I hold on?
There is nothing in the world Gwyn Morgan loves more than her children. Loving them has never been hard, but having to stand aside as life took its toll? That was something else entirely—especially when it came to her oldest.
Or, 5 times Gwyn feared for her oldest son, and the one time she knew he would be okay
My Gwyn fic, aka one of only two fics that have ever made me cry while writing. I love Gwyn so much, and I started writing this fic as soon as she was mentioned in the show. I originally paused on it to wait until we had a better feel for her as a character and ultimately didn't finish it until they killed her, which added a whole other dimension to the writing of this. I vividly remember working on this fic while sitting at my neighborhood coffee shop as Amen came on my shuffle. I had to leave because I started crying. But, regardless of the emotional devastation, I really enjoyed filling in some blanks and accidentally creating an origin story for the coma cookies. And I love her even more after writing this (I'm still not over what they did to her, btw)
the stain you can't wash out
In Owen’s experience, guilt went hand in hand with grief.
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An(other) Owen character study that wouldn’t leave me alone after 3x16
The Owen grief fic (or one of them, at least). One of the reasons I like this one is the title, which came from a poem I attempted to write and failed. But mostly it's because Owen Strand is a mess and I love digging around inside his mind. I can't quite explain why I am so fascinated by writing fics by him but I think it has something to do with the fact that I see him as an actually fascinating character that they just don't use to his full potential. There could be some great stories told with the things they have already given the character, but they consistently make the stupidest choices when it comes to him. So I love this fic because I enjoyed reexamining his character in the light of learning about his dead brother and extrapolating how that effected him and informed everything he did from that point forward and how he masks his grief with his job, and how his work is what keeps him from going insane as it feels like penance that he is still paying all these years later. I enjoyed looking at all the parts of his life (and sketching out my idea for his first meeting with Gwyn) even if writing about his experience on 9/11 was intense.
Honorable mentions (because I can't help myself):
Stars Will Guide You Home - aka the carjacking fic, as affectionately named by @terramous
you can't hide from time - because I love the 252 crew as I imagined them here and would love to revisit them at some point in the future
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Scara's first fan? Who?
being childhood friends with kuni and scara's first (and number one) fan!! oh and manager
second pov used, lowercase intended, can be seen as romantic or platonic
s/n - stage name
"i still cannot believe you have like 23 million fans. wanna post that song we made together? we can say we collaborated!" you suggest, bringing kunikuzushi a bag of cookies. they weren't particularly special cookies but it was a brand you and kuni ate a lot as kids.
"that song? its so childish though...." kuni replies back, taking a cookie and eating it. he was currently sitting with a face mask on, reading a magazine. it was a weird sight. flashing news : trending soloist, the balladeer, reading a magazine with a face mask on while eating cookies. for sure will cause some sort of stir.
"well... if we change some stuff up it won't be so bad. its a cute song! i mean it'll add to both of our reputations. tell me this, we make it to the news, a new scandal. 'soloist balladeer and idol (s/n) : dating or just friends?' doesn't that sound cute!!!!????" you say, kicking your feet on the bed. it would make people pay attention to both of you guys and possibly get more listeners in, but would playing on people's feeling really be worth it? if they don't get hurt then.... absolutely.
kunikuzushi just looks at you as if you just told him he was adopted (not like it would've been so bad...) before scoffing and returning to his magazine. wanting to know what was soo important he ignored you, you look over his shoulder. it wasn't anything super important but it was cute. a sanrio themed bouquet, like how cute is that!!?
"really, if we hinted that we both have some connection of dating then we would both get a lot of attention! they don't know we are both each other's manager, they don't even know we know each other. it'll be okay, trust me" you say, messing up his hair. he just swatted your hand away before thinking. yes, it would be good to bring in attention, but he has a lot more fangirls than you.
the balladeer, a soloist who has around 23 million fans. a guy who gets a lot of attention and people asking to collaborate. of course he always refuses these on his behalf, you wouldn't care if he collabs with someone or not.
(s/n), a bubbly pop idol who gets by with 20 million fans. you were scouted by many companies to be in their groups, but every time you declines with the excuse, "it's not what i'm exactly looking for" (it works every time though)
it might create some drama with the people kuni decided to decline collaborating with and the fans of the companies or groups you declines joining, but it'll definitely give you a lot of positive attention too.
"alright let's do it" kuni says, finally speaking after so long. mission success?
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it worked. needless to say, with just a few pictures you guys managed to do it.
it started with simple things like : mentioning the same lines in each of your songs, wearing similar clothes, being at the same places at the same time to coincidental' gift getting. it was definitely rilling up both of your fanbases...
i might do a part two of this...
definitely a good plot line (in my opinion at least)
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