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He Loves Me Cause I’m Cute, He Thinks I’m Pretty Funny | 2588 words 📱

He watches it back one more time after it posts, checking for typos in his subtitles and captions, and has to laugh again.

Steve fucking Rogers? His brain thought he could pull Captain America, literal superhero and America’s favorite sweetheart?

“Hello I’m a 35 year old amputee living in New York and I think that I could get Steve Rogers.”

the one where bucky posts a tiktok and steve is utterly smitten.

Summer Slipped Us Underneath Her Tongue | 10712 words 🧳

Bucky is a tour guide who enjoys sharing the rich history and culture of each city they pass through with a bunch of early-20's college students who just want to know the cheapest place to get drunk.

Except for Steve, who asks Bucky for a personal tour around his hometown.

The rest is, as they say, history.

You Make My Heart Skip A Beet | 3853 words 🧑🏼‍🍳

“I made soda bread.” Steve lets out the 6’2” supersoldier equivalent of a squeak. “Oh, I love soda bread,” he says eagerly, rolling forward on the balls of his feet like he does when he gets excited. “My mom used to make it all the time when I was growing up.” The tips of Barnes’s ears turn red, and he mutters something that sounds suspiciously like, “I know.”

Ollie Meets Bagel | 5517 words 🥯

He was a skater boy, Steve said let's get bagels, boy.

Steve wants to start doing this twenty-first century thing properly. He gets help in the form of skateboarding, skateboarders, bagels, and Sam Wilson.

Taxi | 5113 words 🚕

Bucky Barnes was, he hoped, a good taxi driver.

He's so good, he actually tries to return lost property that ends up left in his car and... well. It has some unexpected consequences involving a National Icon.

Enough said.

Leg Day | 12157 words 🏋️‍♂️

“So talk to him,” Sam says.

“I can’t,” Bucky groans. “I can’t, Sam, I. He just.” He fluffs his hair up and stares at Sam, distraught. “I want him to bench press me.”

“Okay, so it’s serious,” Sam interprets. “Got it."

(Or: The one where Sam is Bucky's long-suffering roommate, Bucky is a hot mess of a millennial, and Hot Steve spends far too much time on the Lat Pull-Down machine.)

Love In Aisle Four | 2127 words 🛍️

When Bucky needs to swing by the supermarket after a long, hard day of work, the last thing he expects is to meet a cute grocery clerk named Steve…

Coming Up Easy | 45515 words ✍🏻

“Listen, I was just thinking,” Steve says, his face open, eyebrows raised in a tentatively hopeful expression. “Why don’t you come stay at my place for a while? I’ve got an office that I barely use, and a change of scenery might do you good, right? Help you beat that writer’s block?” With a crooked smile, he adds, “I promise I’m not a serial killer.”

While Bucky would normally crack a joke about how that’s exactly what a serial killer would say, right now, all he can do is blink at Steve in surprise, heart tripping over itself in his chest. Steve wants him to come and stay at his place. In Massachusetts. Just the two of them.

"Oh," Bucky croaks. "I- Wow."

“I mean, no pressure,” Steve says hastily. “Totally fine if you don’t wanna. I just thought I’d offer, in case it might help, y’know?”

“Yeah.” Bucky ignores the little voice in his head that sounds an awful lot Nat and Becca, telling him he’s setting himself up for heartbreak. “I mean, if you’re sure, that would be amazing.”

Anywhere The Wind Blows | 8845 words 👨‍🚒🎖️

After a catastrophic fire that shakes him to his core, Steve Rogers quits his job as a Brooklyn firefighter and relocates to a cabin in the remote Canadian wilderness, wanting quiet and solitude and to maybe never have to speak to another human being ever again. He gets his wish, more or less, until a recently injured Bucky Barnes is discharged from the Army and rents the cabin next door.

The Safer Course | 7918 words | Part 1 of Won’t You Be My Neighbor 🏡

When Steve moves to the suburbs in 2033, he intends to retire from superhero life.

He does not intend to fall in love with his pain-in-the-ass neighbor.

Every Year I Have You | 7064 words | Part 2 of Won’t You Be My Neighbor 🏡

Steve set the bar pretty high, as birthday presents go.

Bucky is determined to outdo him when July 4th comes around.

Beneath The Mistletoe | 21203 words 🎄

Bucky had a bet with his sister that if he didn’t have a boyfriend to bring home for Christmas by the time he was 25, he had to give her $200 and go blonde for a year. But now he's 25, it’s nearing December, and not only is Bucky as single as ever, but he’s also running low on cash. He doesn’t exactly want to bleach his hair, either.

At least Steve is willing to upgrade their relationship from best friends to fake boyfriends.

The Settler | 52203 words 🍞

“What do you want to do?”

Steve pauses and looks at them.

What he wants is to stay with them. He doesn't have any family left, they all died before he even joined the war and became... this. Captain America turned whatever he is now. But Natasha and Sam have become his family over the years. Not just because they're on the run together, fugitives and vigilantes, but way before that too.

He doesn't want to leave that.

But he knows that, realistically, he can't stay with them and they can't stay with him.

So he looks at them with a smile and lies. “I don't know.”

OR; In which Steve retires and finally finds a place to call home.

You Can’t Put Your Arms Around A Memory | 1148 words 🐈

"Alright, Bucky," Steve slows his steps, watches his neighbour stop at the bottom of the next flight of stairs. There's a canvas bag in his hand that Steve didn't notice earlier, cream coloured with the figure of a sleeping, black cat painted on it. "Have a good day."

He thinks Bucky's cheeks pink up a bit right then and there, but Steve can't tell. He's too distracted by his pounding, foolish heart, by the way Bucky smiles bashfully, and ducks his head. The way he seems like he wants to stay.

To Believe In Tomorrow | 3959 words 👨🏻‍🌾

Bucky's mornings at the community garden get a little more interesting when the new guy shows up.

Maybe This Christmas | 24873 words | Part 1 of Maybe ❄️

Bucky’s not going home for Christmas. But it’s fine. He’s spending Christmas alone in his apartment, but it’s cool. He’s not feeling up to seeing his family after his accident anyway, plus he has to work. He’s totally fine with it. But then he runs into Steve, literally, and suddenly his Christmas isn’t looking so empty after all.

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Hurrying was a bad idea. Bucky’s foot hits a patch of ice and slides out from under him in what would have been a comical cartoon banana-peel-like trip, if it wasn’t happening to him, and he braces himself to hit the ground. This is going to hurt.

“Fuck,” Bucky screeches, but as he lands on his back, it’s not the cold hard concrete he expected, but a solid mass beneath him. Oh god, Bucky thinks as he realises he smacked into the person behind him and took them down with him.

Maybe This Year (Will Be Better Than Last) | 133868 words | Part 2 of Maybe ❄️

Last year, Bucky Barnes met Steve Rogers. Well actually, he slipped and fell on him. What followed was the best Christmas either of them had ever had. But what happens when Christmas is over and life returns to normal? What happens after the Christmas miracle?

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Bucky should have known. He did know. When things seem too good to be true, they usually are. And Steve is the best thing that has happened to him in a long time, possibly ever, so of course it couldn’t last.

Maybe This Time (I Hope I Get The Chance To Say Goodbye) | 34561 words | Part 3 of Maybe ❄️

Steve and Bucky Barnes are happily married. They've made it through some hard times and come out stronger and happier, together. Then Steve gets called on to come out of retirement for the most important mission of his life and everything changes. Everything.

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“Have yourself a merry little Christmas…” Steve starts singing along softly, and Bucky chuckles, before leaning his head onto Steve’s shoulder, always happy when he’s in Steve’s arms.

“From now on, our troubles will be miles away…” Bucky joins in.

Dancing round their living room, just as in love as ever, their troubles seem light-years away, if not non-existent.

Sadly, they’re closer than they think.

The Unexpected Gift | 9504 words | Part 1 of When Winter Comes 🐕

Steve Rogers is fine.

After ending a long-term relationship with Sam Wilson, Steve moves back to New York. He's tired and lonely but depressed? No. At least, that's what he thinks.

From the window of his apartment, he watches a dark-haired man and his service dog sitting in the park, wondering what his story is.

The Winter Storm | 2218 words | Part 2 of When Winter Comes 🐕

"If I could give you one thing in life, I would give you the ability you see yourself through my eyes, only then would you realize how special you are to me."

After Bucky and Steve confessed their feelings for each other, life has its own twisted way to challenge the most profound love.

One January Night | 4213 words | Part 3 of When Winter Comes 🐕

Before going back to work, Steve Rogers still has things to learn: 1- Depression is a bitch and the battle against it isn't an easy one. 2- Dating a person with disabilities comes with its share of challenges.

Bucky Barnes Has His Shit Together (And Other Lies He Tells Himself) | 14159 words 🔒

You’d think a guy who owns one of the most successful bakeries in Brooklyn, has a million-dollar smile and that antiquated good ol’ boy charm, blond hair and blue eyes and biceps for days, would know what’s what.

But don’t let that fool you: Steve Rogers is a mess.

Obvious | 917 words ☕

"Oh, I have a prompt! So, it makes me laugh how painfully obvious Steve and Bucky's feelings are to everyone when they're in that pining, slowburn, does-he-doesn't-he phase. But imagine Steve and Bucky working in a coffee shop together and constantly bickering, nudging and playfully flirting with each other. And all the employees and patrons are so invested in their relationship and just want them to kiss already but no one realizes that Steve and Bucky have been married since they got out of HS."

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veilder · 3 years

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Hi! Would you happen to have Convin or Reed900 fics to recommend?

Oh, hello! I can definitely help you with Convin fic recs at least, lol! Reed900, not so much, but there are plenty of blogs around that you could ask for that ship. ^_^ But yeah, I’ll try to categorize these as best I can! And give a little summary, too! :D

Longfics 75k+ (Complete)

1. Mission: Unexpected by J11nxed (@j11nxed) Rated E (violence, sexual content, language, abuse): Super great casefic with lots of amazing character development. Very funny. Probably my favorite characterization of Connor and Gavin, lol. The fic I read when I’m feeling down. ^_^

2. Golden by jarpad (@embaggins on Twitter) Rated M (dark themes, mature content, allusions to self-harm/suicide, mental health issues, language): An absolutely beautiful story of healing and overcoming your demons handled in a very respectful manner. The subject matter is very thought provoking and it brought me to tears, both cathartic and not, more than once. It’s a heavy story, but... So worth it, imo.

3. like roses, death blooms by alekszova (@ewates) Rated M (violence, rape, torture, abuse, mental health issues): A very, very dark revenge fic. Definitely the darkest one on this list. If you like heavy angst, this might be for you, though please heed the tags. A lot of this story is about the aftermath of horrific events but there are still some very brutal scenes.

Mid-length fics 20k-75k (Complete)

1. Running Uphill by NHMoonshadow (@sharysisnhmoonshadow) Rated M (violence, peril, language): The ultimate time travel soulmate AU fic imo. Absolutely top tier Gavin characterization and development. Rich backstories and relationships. Definitely some trauma, omg. But ultimately, a happy ending. Definitely a must-read for any Convin fan imo.

2. Traces by berryblonde (@berry--blonde) Rated M (language, peril, minor suicidal ideation): One of the first long fics I ever read for this ship and still one of my faves. Excellent casefic setup, very interesting premise and some very dynamic characters. Also, really A+ backstory for Gavin. This is basically a classic for anyone who wasn’t around in the early days of fandom. Highly recommend!

3. His Robin by wolfetz Rated T (drama, language): Absolutely fantastic coming of age story set in a human!AU world. Really great character work for both Connor and Gavin and their relationship through the years. Love this one.

4. A Scratched CD/A Faulty Code by consecrated Rated T (mental health issues, language): Companion pieces told from Gavin and Connor’s POVs respectively. These were also very early fics I read when I was first getting into the fandom and I love them both dearly. The characterization here went a long way towards me loving the ship to begin with. A great intro to Convin.

5. That Boy is a Powder Keg by QueenHarleyQuinn Not Rated (language, violence, mature content, mental health issues): One of the most realistic takes on Gavin going from his canon asshole self to someone who could feasibly be in a relationship with Connor. I’m definitely due to re-read this cuz I can’t quite remember the details anymore, but I know I really enjoyed this at the time. Good for anyone who likes a more antagonistic take on him.

Shortfics/Oneshots (~20k)

1. Sedum Spathulifolium by Burrahobbit Rated T (language): This fic... is so dang sweet. I’ve read it so many times. It’s absolutely adorable, what can I say? Love their dynamic here. ^_^

2. Always know that you are not alone by Liveinelf Rated T (language, drama): Another fantastic take on Gavin and his growth as a character. He starts off very close to canon here and is one mean asshole. But this fic does a great job of explaining why he acts as he does. And how he changes. Highly recommend.

3. Some things never change by berryblonde Rated T (language): An absolutely hilarious fic, lol. The view of Convin through the eyes of some rookie trainees, omg. It makes me laugh so much. XD

4. Mankind Needs More Empathy by BrightestStarInTheSky (@brighteststarinthesky) Rated T (language, drama): Some good old-fashioned Gavin-getting-his-head-out-of-his-ass, lol. I love fics like this. Need a good basis to start a relationship, after all. Apologies are in order. ^_^

5. as i see them by rekal Rated T (language, drama): Same as the previous entry, this one deals with Gavin’s character growth and how he and Connor grow closer in the aftermath. It’s lovely.

6. Sweet/Wise men say... by 99MillionMiles (@99millionmilesaway) Not Rated: Two short, sweet fluff pieces that absolutely delight me every time I reread them. And as a bonus, some beautiful art by @deep-in-mind67, too!

7. Melted Phoenix by Astrapod Rated M (violence, trauma, mental health issues, mutilation, peril): This one... This is a heavy fic. It starts off with a very harrowing description of android violence that might be too much for some folks to handle. Proceed with caution. But, if you can weather that, this is an absolutely beautiful fic about love and healing. Definitely recommend.

8. So Pathetic and So Lovely by alekszova Rated M (language, drama, mental health issues, mature themes): I think the fic’s description speaks for itself here: “ Neither Gavin or Connor think they are capable of being loved by the other, but that doesn't mean it's true.” Definitely worth a read.

9. An unexpected turn of events by Smokey310 Rated T (language): This one is freakin hilarious. Connor and Gavin and a night out at the club, omg. I love this fic to death. XD

10. As Do I by berryblonde Rated T (drama): A human!AU where your soulmate can feel the injuries of their other half. It’s the story of a lifetime together. All the way til the end.

11. because the bed’s warm and it’s cold out by voidpants (@voidpants) Rated G (no warnings): Connor and Gavin being old men together. It’s beautiful. Such a lovely take on the two of them.

Unfinished Fics/Honorable Mentions

1. Spinning Yellow by sheepishwolfy (@sheepishwolfy) Rated E (violence, language, mature themes): Amazing casefic with top-tier characterization. What’s written of it is still amazing, even if it’s not complete.

2. Amidst a Crash of Worlds by fireplanetz Rated T (violence, mature themes, war, language): A fic told entirely through letters between Connor and Gavin in the aftermath of the bad ending of the game. It’s such an awesome idea and it’s executed so well. Definitely recommend.

3. The Bet by Pence Rated T (language): Brooklyn 99-inspired DPD shenanigans. Need I say more? It’s so funny and I love the characterization of Connor and Gavin. Mostly finished, too! Just the final chapter missing!

4. Wicked by MercuryPilgrim Rated M (language, mature content): I love this one. It’s such a unique take on Connor and Gavin and it works so well, too. They are delightful here. Love the dynamic!

5. (can’t say) i don’t love you by Chibbers (@teh-chibi) Rated M (language, drama, sexual content): An angsty hanahaki!AU fic where these two idiots don’t realize they’re in love with each other. Really great writing here. Very emotional. Made me feel a lot.

And I guess I should mention that I have fics of my own, too, about half of which are Convin? You can check them out on my AO3 here! ^_^

So yeah, there we go. Those are really all I can think of off the top of my head. I know I missed some amazing works, too, alas. But at least this can give you a good start, yeah? Hope this helps @pancrystal! And thanks again for the ask! :D (Also, if I messed up any of the link or if there’re any glaring typos, lemme know. This was a lot of janky, Tumblr formatting, omg. >_<)

#dbh #fanfic #fic recs #convin #connor #rk800 #gavin reed #reed800 #gavcon #please feel free to add any onto this in the comments!#I definitely know I missed some!#and also add your URL if you like since I didn't know everybody's lol! XD #pancrystal

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give-grian-rights · 3 years

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Bets Against The Void Ch3

Well. it’s HERE. sorry it’s a bit short, if I fit in the next events then it would well succeed a reasonable amount of words. about 1500, a few words off. Reblogs fuel me 1000% more than likes. please enjoy and comment any typos ‘n stuff

my askbox is also temporarily turned back on, for this!! after a few days they’re closed, and i’ll hopefully go back to queuing up a bunch...

This is crossposted on AO3

and for Chapter 1, head here

Chapter 4 is HERE!

and @petrichormeraki Hope you didn’t forget about your Whitelist AU :)

Now that they were settled in their boats, Tommy was given a moment to realize where exactly it was he was going. And, oh shit. The builds he could see were bigger than any one solid, finished structure he’s seen on the Dream SMP.

Pockets of strange, purple clumps of spores poked out by the shore, in contrast to the rest of the island. A portion of hte island, too, was covered in the crimson netherrack. It was absolutely insane- Tommy didn’t think he’d ever seen buildings quite like them.

“...Holy...Fuck..” He voiced, breathless.

The brunnette woman in the boat beside his frowned, peering over her and Grian’s own boat. “We’re not exactly a PG server, but I think we’d all appreciate it if you tried to keep your language just a smidge cleaner,” She’d passively comment, eyes narrowing on the blond boy who turned to glare at her.

“Stress, they’re teenagers.” Grian would laugh, before the blond would be given a chance to respond. “I’ve heard Doc’s drunk ranting. We’re definitely not clean.”

She turned, raising a brow at the dirty blond. “Grian, I haven’t heard you say a naughty word, even once!” She chuckled, tilting her head.

“Sure,” he remarked agreeably, “but I was a teenager.” Giving a small, sharp smile, he turned his head back out to sea.

Tommy, huffing with effort as he continued rowing his and Tubbo’s boat, felt the fight sizzle out. His defenses dropped, too busy looking at the buildings cluttering the island. Masses of structures, all of varying sizes and designs, were impossible to look away from.

As if remembering suddenly of Tubbo’s lack of perpetual vision, he turned, nudging their arm.

Tubbo practically jumped, almost tipping out of the boat. They pulled their arm out of the water, where they’d been contently dragging their arm along, and tilted their head towards their friend. “Huh? Uh- hey! Sorry. I was spacing out. Are we there?”

“Nope,” Tommy shook his head. “But this island looks insane! Seriously, what the hell? How many of you people are there! What the FUCK is this place!” He gawked, turning back towards the Hermits. Considering Stress only gave an exasperated smile, he didn’t feel too bad with his language.

“Our Cowmercial district! Mind the, uh, terrain. We’re in the middle of handling a.. Disagreement.” Grian chuckled, a wolfish grin sprawling across their face. “Just for the principle, y’know?”

Tommy stared blankly at the back of Grian’s head, the older Brit unphased.

“..Sure, right. But no! What the fuck! I’ve never seen, like, half of those blocks before in my life! What are those buildings?” He gawked.

The strange, shadowery mansion- intricate patterns and overheads marking each wall, with scales on top. A giant chest! With..Eyes? It was twice the size of the community house! He could see four separate beacon lights! At least!

“Tubbo! There’s a- a huge ass chest with eyes! And a fuckin’ mansion, and it’s all dark and shit! Is- is that a cloud made out of glass, up there? What the fuck!” The boat was practically rocking as he cried out.

“Tommy, we’re gonna fall in, Big Man!” They chuckled nervously, grasping at the wooden walls of the boat. “Are all the buildings huge? I bet they are! I heard Hermitcraft servers always have huge builds!”

“Yes, and there’s SO FUCKING MANY! WHAT THE HELL!”

“You’ll be able to see them in time, don’t worry!” Grian chuckled, drawing his boat into the shore. “We have a lot of builds, we’re almost a year into this world. These are just our shops! You’re more than welcomed to pick up something if you need it.” He explained breezily, throwing his legs over the sides as he pulled himself to land.

“We’re sure you don’t plan on staying long, and we can’t blame’ya,” Stress added on, as Grian helped pull her out of the spruce boat. “But we’re sure there’s some necessities you’ll need.”

Grian beside her nodded, pulling up his Tablet. “I have shirts and hoodies that should fit you guys, and some other Hermits would happily pitch in. We have more than enough resources to house you two.”

Tommy, who’d already pulled himself and Tubbo out of the boat, slumped, rolling his eyes. “We’re fine. Thanks.” He tackled the last word on half-hazardly, his lips drawn down into a scowl.

“Mate, whenever your server’s ready, we’re happy to get you back. Or get in contact with your Server Admin now, even. You just need to say the word to X, and he’ll take care of it.” Stress looked over the two, her brows pinched as she looked over them.

What in the Sun’s name is happening over there to leave these two so roughed up? She thought idly, noting it in the back of her mind to bring them potions later.

“C’mon, we can get you more situated later, if that’s fine with you two. You both need to eat, asap.”

Food. Right. That’s a thing, Tommy pulled his stares away from the towering structures, naturally slipping his hand back into Tubbo’s.

The two Hermits led their way at a slow and even pace, the two teenagers trailing behind. Tommy and Tubbo both were quietly thankful for this. They were less quiet when it came to Tommy’s rambling, incoherent rants from his attempts of describing the District to his friend.

Whatever works to get them on their way, the pair of Hermits agreed, sharing a look.

It was a struggle all of itself, getting them both on track to the bakery. Tommy had poked his head in every building they crossed, with Tubbo going at an increasingly slow pace, trying to allow their Communicator to describe the complex surroundings.

They made it in decent time to the bakery, all things considered.. Tommy’s jaw dropped at the size of it, bright blue eyes surveying the large, detailed replica of a cake.

“What the fuck! There’s- there’s so many blocks! It looks crumblin’ and bitten! What shit! Tubbo! Tubbo the bakery is a giant fucking cake! It looks so realistic! Holy fucking Prime-”

“It smells so good in here, too! Wow! Does this place just sell cake? Is there enough demand, for that?”

“Wh- are those shulker boxes! What! That’s- that’s like, seven shulker boxes! Is that all just for the shit for sale??? What!”

Both of the teens were incomprehensible. Neither Stress, nor Grian, could get a word in.

“Hey! Guys, both of you, it’s alright, yeah? We have plenty of shulkers. Also, Keralis is..Yeah, probably the richest Hermit, so shulkers for his shop isn’t out of the ordinary at all.

All of us have a buncha shulkers. I’ll clear out some of mine, too, for you to have. It’d make setting up a base much easier, I’m sure.”

...Everyone has shulkers. And he’d be willing to let Tommy and Tubbo just..Have some? No way. Tommy gave a look towards Tubbo, and he could tell the other was as perplexed at the notion as he.

“You guys just.. Just have shulkers- I. Yeah. sure. Rooms with diamond armor and fuckin’ elytras lying around..Right.” Tommy took a breath, fist clenched beside him for a moment.

Tubbo, with their hand holding his arm, above his elbow, gave him a reassuring smile before turning generally towards the Hermits direction. “Thank you, like- so much?” They chuckled, sheepishly. “We really don’t need, like, anything like that. We- we should be getting back to our world soon. Hopefully- uh, probably.”

Grian frowned, humming. “Sure, but I think any Hermit that went even twenty-four hours without working on something, would lose their mind. When you go home, you could give them back. Even if you took them home, I promise that it wouldn’t be a big deal.”

The two teens shared a look. The older brit’s word may sound sincere, but they both knew better than to blindly believe someone, other than each other. Tommy shot a glare to the man, eyes narrowed.

“Yeah, whatever you say.” He scoffed. The dirty blond met his stare, unphased. A relaxed, easy smile remained on their face. Tommy didn’t trust it for a second.

Stress had begun opening some of the shulker boxes, exposing the sweets and goods inside to the starved teens. “C’mon, now. If you two want to work on some of that later, you can do that. But you’re with us, right now, and it’s time to eat. Grab whatever you’d like, Loves.”

The brunette teen gasped, tugging at the blond boy’s arm. “C’mon Tommy, do you smell that! Oh Void, this place must be lovely! Thank you for bringing us, uh, ma’am! ‘N sir!” Tubbo beams, their smile lopsided.

Tommy glanced around, towards the candy-and-sweets themed furniture in the dining area. Right. Sure. I can deal with this, for Tubbo.

#bets against the void fic #hermit tommy and tubbo au #hermit clingy duo #hermitcraft au #whitelist au #whitelist fic #tubbo underscore #tommyinnit #dsmp fic #dsmp au #dream smp #mika-posts #mika writing

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cherrybracelets · 4 years

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til the end of time

spencer reid x fem!reader / bau x platonic!reader

word count: 5.1k | warnings: typical cm violence, pregnancy and childbirth mention. other than that, all fluff and corniness

an: this is super stupid and corny; just sometbing i threw together !! i also wrote a lot of this on my phone if there’s typos don’t @ me

You had been imagining the day of your wedding since you were 12 years old, and attended your Aunt Maria’s wedding. It was the first wedding you had ever been too, and it was so much fun. Well, looking back, it was actually a very cheesy and poorly thrown together party in a cheap hotel, but at the time you were amazed.

You have attended quite a few weddings since then, much that were way nicer than Maria’s. Every one you went to, you gathered more and more ideas for what you wanted to do on your own big day (when the time came, of course.) You knew you wanted white roses in the centerpieces, vanilla raspberry cake was a must, and your dream venue was saved a thousand times on your Pinterest boards.

But, nothing ever goes as planned, right? When you started planning your wedding with Spencer, you know you would have to sacrifice a few of your ideas that weren’t exactly plausible. But you never in a million years thought you would be here.

It all started about a week ago, back in the lovely conference room of the BAU. You and Spencer sat next to each other, whispering away about wedding and honeymoon plans, the rest of the team scattering in and preparing to hear about a new case.

“I just don’t know what we’re going to do if my Uncle Mike brings his girlfriend…” you frowned, your stomach doing flips as you stressed more and more about the big day.

“Just have your mom call him and talk to him, he’ll listen to her,” Spencer assured you, squeezing your hand tightly, trying to pull all of your stress away. He hated how much anxiety all of this was bringing you. For him, your wedding was the brightest day of his future, it was all he could think about. And you felt the same, of course, but the planning was exhausting.

“Sorry to bring everyone in again, I know we’ve barely been on the ground a day, but we have a weird one today. Garcia,” Hotch motioned to the tech analyst, who smiled happily as she stood up and began her presentation.

“So, my friends, we are going to Spencer’s favorite place, Las Vegas!” She giggled, trying to bring lightness into a place that had seen so many horrors.

“Oh! I’ll have to call my mom!” Spencer smiled, always excited at any chance to see his mother.

“Let’s focus on getting this creep, first,” Garcia shuttered, pulling up multiple photos of dead bodies on the screen. “These are the two victims that we know of, Jenna Benson and Evan Perry.”

“What was the cause of death?” Morgan asked.

“Gunshot to the head. But, there are two ante mortem shots on each of the victim, one in the leg and one in the… nether regions,” Garcia shuttered, pulling up more pictures of the injuries on the bodies.

“Genital mutilation, that’s a statement,” you responded.

“And it was done before he killed them, so it’s definetly torture.”

“Do you think he could be trying to extort information? One bullet each time you don’t get a question right? You have three strikes to get it right?” JJ suggested.

“I don’t know, but these bodies were only killed a few hours apart, and chances are he’s already moved on to his next victim. Wheels up in 30.”

The group began to dismiss, Spencer’s hand still locked in yours as you left and went back to your desks.

“I’m gonna go grab our bags from the car and call my mom, you’ll be okay for a few minutes?” Spencer questioned, his eyes wide as he awaited your response.

“Yes, I’ll be fine on my own, Spence,” you giggled, rolling your eyes as you turned towards him and back at your desk, mixing thoughts of your big day and the big case racing through your mind.

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The plane ride was long, going backwards in time to reach the opposite coast always took a while. The team spoke for a bit about the case, before saying all that could be said and separating into their own comfort. You and Spencer sat close in the chairs, your head resting on his shoulder as he flipped through some case files.

Garcia had popped in earlier with the knowledge that the victims attended high school together, making these killings seem a lot less random.

“Jenna was a freshman when Evan was a senior, it’s probably unlikely they knew each other,” Spencer whispered to you, his brows furrowed as he tried to uncover something between the lines.

“I knew a lot of seniors when I was a freshman,” you shrugged, dismissing his theory.

“Yeah, but you went to a small school, everybody knew everyone. Vegas high schools aren’t like that,” he responded sharply, his knowledge of his hometown showing through.

You decided to let Spencer think silently; he tended to work best that way. You shut your eyes for a bit, only waking back up to feel the plane descending.

You didn’t know how you had managed to let time pass away like that, but the stress of everything must have been wearing you down. Spencer had fallen asleep too, his groggy eyes reopening as the plane hit the ground.

Hotch had already given you your assignments, you and JJ off to the second crime scene, which happened to be Evan’s house. The cars were there when you walked off the plane, and an extra car tasked with delivering your luggage to the hotel you probably wouldn’t have a chance to go to.

As you landed, Hotch took a quick phone call, his face making that familiar look when something happened.

“Another body?” Emily asked as he hung up the phone.

“Two. Let’s all go back to the station, for now. We need to sit down and go over everything. If he’s working this quickly, this is a spree. And we have a lot less time than we thought.”

“I’ll let the Detective know,” Rossi nodded, walking towards the car and hopping in the driver's seat. The rest of the team followed, you and Spencer walking side by side to the car that Derek had claimed as his.

“Glad I took that little nap on the plane, doesn’t seem like we’ll be sleeping for the next 48 hours,” you giggled, getting in the back seat of the SUV.

“Probably 72, if we’re being realistic,” Spencer teased, getting in the passenger's seat. He always got in the passenger's seat when the two of you were in the car with one other person. You never questioned it, but one day he let it slip that he just didn’t want the person in the front to be lonely.

You got to the Field Office about twenty minutes later, partially thanks to Derek’s driving. As the rest of the team continued to arrive, the three of you walked into the building to begin your work. You greeted the Agents and Detectives, avoiding small talk as you knew the urgency of this case. Luckily they had a room and boards all set up for you guys. Spencer and Derek began hanging evidence on the boards, as you called Garcia to get an update on your latest victims.

“Hey baby girl, what do you have for us?” Derek flirted, while neatly hanging photos.

“The two vics were actually killed previous to our two victims. Not graduates of our high school, but! One of them is Jenna Benson’s mother, Cheryl. But I cannot find a connection to the other one.”

“Her mother? So there’s gotta be some dirt in that family. What can you find?” You asked, twirling a pen in your fingers.

“I’m looking, but I can’t find much. Cheryl’s husband and Jenna’s dad, Clint, apparently left them when she was 15. Filed for divorce and just left. Other than that, they look pretty normal.”

“What about hospital records, medical stuff? Are there signs of abuse?” Derek asked.

Your phone started ringing loudly on the desk, which you quickly declined and put in your pocket.

“Sorry, go on Garcia,” you apologized, uncomfortably shoving your phone in your jacket pocket.

“Doesn’t appear so… oh, woah. This is odd.”

“What did you find, baby girl?”

“When Jenna was 14, she had a doctors appointment where they noted she was 6 months pregnant. And there’s no other documentation of it. No other ultrasounds, no birth or death certificate of said baby.” Garcia was clicking away, trying to find any trace of other evidence.

“What year was this?” You asked.

“1991.”

“So if the baby was born, they would be 29 now. Fits the profile of a spree killer,” Spencer shrugged.

“Yeah, but how is there no record of this child anywhere?”

“Children,” Garcia chimed in, her voice filled with dread.

“Come again?” Derek asked.

“According to her doctor, Jenna was pregnant with twins.”

At this point, the rest of the team had finally arrived, coming in just in time for the call. Garcia filled everyone in, each of you silently going over the facts. You tried your best to focus on the case, but your mind was still drudging over the details of your wedding. Your phone kept buzzing in your pocket, and you were certain it was some vendor or family member trying to take your money or beg for a plus one. But you couldn’t think about that, not now. You had to be here, be present. You had to catch this man.

“I have another information bomb that is going to blow your minds,” Garcia chimed in, her voice in shock as she awaited permission to talk.

“What is it?”

“In 1992, Cheryl and Clint Benson deposited two sixty-thousand dollar cash deposits in the same week.”

“That’s about how much a baby would go for on the black market,” Spencer added, his fact bringing you all to the same conclusion.

“We have to find Clint Benson, he’ll be the only one that can help us,” Rossi said.

“Do you think he’ll cooperate? That’s super illegal, he might not indict himself,” Emily added.

“We can offer him some kind of deal. If our unsub is one of the children, he’s the only shot we have at finding him.”

“I’ll work on finding the dad. I’ll talk to you guys soon.”

The team split up into smaller conversations, your phone still vibrating violently in your pocket. Spencer walked up to you, wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you close.

“You doing alright, honey? You seemed distracted earlier…” he pouted, kissing the top of your head with ease, showcasing his clear difference in height from you.

“I’m just thinking about all the wedding stuff… it’s stupid,” you answered, shaking your head in defense. “It sure doesn’t help that my phone won't stop ringing!” You groaned, ripping it out of your pocket and slamming it down on the table. The team stopped what they were doing and looked towards you, but Spencer waived them away, as if to say, ‘I’m handing this, don’t worry.’

“I’ll answer, and take care of it whatever it is. You focus on the victims, see if we can find some more connections, okay.” Spencer gave you a reassuring kiss on the lips, holding your phone in his palm and walking out to the hallway to handle your never ending stress.

You turned towards the files, trying to take your finances advice and focus on the victims. You looked at the photos over and over, trying to see if there was something you missed. Something that would make this make more sense. And then you had a thought. Something that might make this make sense.

“What if he’s looking for the dad?” You shouted, hoping someone would be drawn to your thought.

“The two men have nothing in common,” Derek responded.

“No, no. I know. But, like…” you stuttered, trying your best to organize the words into your head so they would understand. “The old man is still an outlier. But this younger victim, Evan. He went to highschool with Jenna. What if all the information he had on his dad was he was a senior at her school. Maybe he had a picture, and he’s hunting guys who might be the one.”

“If he came face to face with his mom, though, why not just ask her directly? If he is shooting them to get information, why wouldn’t she give in?” Emily questioned.

You thought for a moment, but JJ came in with an answer before your brain could think of one. Thank god.

“Maybe she wanted to protect him.”

“How would he have gotten a picture of his supposed dad though? Why would she give him a picture and not a name?”

“We’re missing something here. And unfortunately the only way we’ll find it is with more victims,” Rossi said, crossing his arms in frustration.

“And there are. Two more bodies have been found, this time much more recent. Time of death is only two hours ago,” Spencer added, walking back in from the hallway.

“And identification on them yet?” Hotch asked.

“Yeah, they’re sending their names to Garcia. It’s two more men, though. Roughly the same age as Evan. Same look as well, according to the Agent that told me.”

The phone in the middle of the table started ringing, a sign that Garcia had important information to fill your heads. Her voice always brought a kind of sweetness to your thoughts, making the whole room seem brighter.

“Garcia, what’s up?” Rossi asked her, awaiting the key to unlock this case.

“Two more victims both went to high school with Jenna. And they do look a lot alike…” Garcia said.

“Okay, can I state the obvious here. If these babies were sold, what are the chances either of them make it to 29? Most creeps buying infants don’t want them for longevity,” JJ shuttered, feeling sick at the words she was saying, but knew it needed to be discussed.

“Actually, an alarming amount of babies purchased illegally are bought by real parents looking for children to adopt. The adoption process is incredibly lengthy and difficult, and it’s even more difficult to find a newborn. A lot of… more affluent couples take this route.” Spencer nodded quietly after he spoke, something small you had always noticed about him. It was almost if he was reassuring himself that he did okay, that he said all he needed to say.

“So the only shot at finding either of these babies is through Jenna’s father,” Hotch sighed, realizing again that almost all cases came down to one cruical final piece. Clint Benson was your final piece.

“Lucky for you, Aaron Hotchner, I have found our man of the hour. Clint still lives in beautiful Las Vegas, only about fifteen minutes away from where you are now. Sending the home and work addresses as we speak,” Garcia teased, a few of you giggling as your phone’s received her information. Spencer handed you your cell back and smiled, kissing your forehead.

“I handled everything. No one will bother you again,” he assured, making you feel relaxed for the first time in weeks.

“Well, people can bother me a little, it’s still my wedding,” you teased, pushing Spencer slightly as he rolled his eyes and walked back towards Derek.

“I think we should bring Clint here versus ambushing him at home. He may not know about Jenna and Cheryl yet. It only hit the news cycle an hour ago, and they aren’t even releasing the identities,” JJ spoke, her motherly instinct always kicking in in times like these. She was right, as she usually was. It would be better to hear that kind of news here.

“Reid and Derek, go to his house. JJ and Rossi, go to his work. (Y/N) and Emily, stay here and start working on a profile based on what we have so far. Hopefully we can present something soon after we talk with Clint.” Hotch nodded at you all, making sure you all understood your tasks. You blew a kiss to Spencer as he walked out, feeling calmed by his quick smile before he was gone.

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Clint Benson was devastated when he heard the news of his wife and daughter. He still loved them both, but the guilt and shame of what happened was too much for him. According to Clint, the whole thing was his wife's idea. When she found out Jenna was pregnant at 14, she was heart broken. It was too late for an abortion, because they had only officially found out when she was six months.

“Cheryl was humiliated. Pulled her out of school, locked in her room. Didn’t want none of our friends to see her, to know what she did…” Clint sobbed, his voice tripping over itself.

“Which is why she never saw another doctor?” Hotch asked, carefully poking around for answers.

“Yeah… I kept trying to talk to her, ask her what we were going to do. Telling her Jenna needed to see a doctor. But Cheryl just said she was handing it, was taking care of all of it. I… didn’t know what to do. And then when Jenna went into labor, I begged Cheryl to take her to a hospital… but she wouldn’t. She barricaded herself in front of Jenna… until it was too late. She had them… right in her bedroom… a boy and a girl. They were so, so beautiful.” Clint was crying more, his words sounding more garbled with each passing second. You felt sick, horrible for the man.

Times like this made you wish for the distraction of the wedding. You tried picturing the suit you had planned for Spencer. The colors were perfect for him, and would match the rest of the theme perfectly. But then you remembered the guest list, and the caterer not having enough vegan options, and the open bar messing up your signature cocktail… And don’t even start with the DJ!

“Where are the babies now, Clint?” Hotch asked, his voice now rough and full of urgency.

“I… don’t know exactly. There wasn’t much information passed. Just names and cash.”

“What were the names?”

“Uh… the girl… she went to a couple named Ashley and Brian. The boy… Danielle and Andrew…” Clint mumbled, trying to remember more.

“Wait…” you whispered to yourself, something finally clicking in this case. You ran into the interrogation room, interrupting Hotch, much to his shock.

“Do you remember Andrew’s last name? Or what he looked like?”

“Uh… I think his last name started with an M… He had glasses. Does that help?”

“Hotch… our first victim was Andrew Masters.”

“Yes! Masters was his last name! Wait… victim? Did something happen to him? Is this connected to what happened to Cheryl and Jenna?”

You and Hotch looked at each other, a silent understanding between the two of you. You both knew what was happening here. Andrew Masters was killed by his own son. He was one of two babies given away by the Benson family that fateful evening. But why start murdering your family out of the blue? There was still something missing here.

“Have Garcia find out everything she can about Andrew’s son,” Hotch instructed, nodding you away as he readied himself to continue talking to Clint.

You ran into the hallway and called Garcia, looking around for Spencer, trying to tell him about the break in the case. Whenever either of you found something vital to the investigation, you always told each other immediately. You had done that since your first day on the team.

“What can I do for you, beautiful?” Garcia asked, distracting you from your thoughts about Spencer.

“Andrew Masters, our first victim, can you find anything on his son?”

“Uhh, sure. I can do that... what am I looking for exactly?” She questioned, still typing away madly in the background.

“We think he may be the unsub. Any triggers, any red flags?”

“Hmm, well here’s something. Up until two months ago, he was engaged. Can’t find a reason why it ended, but almost two months ago exactly they cancelled the venue, vendors, everything…”

“For no refunds, I’m sure,” you giggled, knowing well how the wedding industry worked. “What’s the ex fiance up to?”

“Well, she moved back in with her parents, Ashley and Brian, who look relatively normal…” Garcia responded.

“Wait, say that again. What were her parents' names?”

“Ashley and Brian Gregg.”

“Holy shit, Garcia. You’re a genius. Thank you!” You kissed loudly into the phone, hanging up the call and running towards the conference room. Everyone except Hotch was there, but you texted him to meet you in the conference room- that it was urgent.

“Guys, you will not believe this,” you finally said, after everyone arrived and was quiet enough to hear you. “Our first victim, Andrew, was the father of the son that Jenna gave away. Now, Jenna also gave away a daughter to another couple. Now, what are the odds of this. These two kids grow up, fall in love and get engaged. Talk about a trigger, finding out the love of your life is your secret twin.”

“You’re joking… evil twins again? Didn’t we already do this?” Emily laughed.

“It’s most likely just the guy. I’ll call Garcia and get her to send us everything she has on him. We gotta find this dude,” Derek instructed, leaving the room to speak to Garcia.

“How did they find out, though? Chances are the parents didn’t even know they were twins,” Rossi asked.

“Most likely not. Clint said the babies were picked up on different days.” Hotch added.

“It doesn’t matter how he found out, what matters is that he’s gonna kill a lot of people until he finds his ‘Dad’. He wants to punish anyone he thinks is involved in this crime.”

“We’ll put his picture out all over the media, and an APB on any vehicles he has. He won’t be able to hide for long. He has a mission, he’ll have to complete it.”

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Hotch, as usual, was right about the unsub. He did not stay in hiding for long. The police and FBI searched for six hours in his comfort zone, almost giving up hope, until he finally caved and came looking for another victim. JJ and Derek got to him first, trying to persuade him to drop his gun and come with them.

When it was finally all over, you felt equally ecstatic and exhausted. You couldn’t wait to crawl up onto a leather private jet chair and take an amazing nap. You were sad you didn’t get at least one night in the hotel. Something about hotels made Spencer get in a certain mood… even if you got a night away, there wasn’t much sleeping happening.

But you were grateful to be going home, at least until the next case popped up. You and Rossi were the only two that stayed back while the team went searching, wanting to be here in case any new bodies popped up. Rossi was wrapping up some paperwork with the other Agents out in the main room, and you paced back and forth in the conference room, hating the silence that was left when you were alone.

Rossi walked casually back to the conference room, and you could’ve sworn he had changed clothes. Maybe it was the extreme lack of sleep, but you could’ve sworn he didn’t look so… nice when he left the room.

“You ready to head to the airport? Everyone is gonna meet us there.” Rossi said, holding the door open for you.

“Oh, uh, yeah. Sure,” you responded, slightly confused at why the team didn’t come back here first. They usually did. But, everyone was tired and there really was no need to come back, you and Rossi had taken care of everything you needed to do to leave.

You followed Rossi down to the car, making small talk as he got in the driver’s seat and began heading away. You had only ever been to Vegas on trips for work, so you’d never really seen much of the city. It didn’t help that every street looked almost identical. You felt lost as you stared out the window, wondering how a young Spencer Reid could’ve survived in this massive city.

“Oh, before we get there, I just have to make one quick stop,” Rossi said, turning the turn signal on and pulling to the side of the road.

“Oh, uh, right now?” You questioned, jolting up as he hastily parallel parked the car.

“Yeah, it’ll be real quick. But, this isn’t a great part of town, so maybe you should come in with me…” He instructed, turning the car off and waiting for your answer.

“Um… I think I’ll be okay, Dave.” You laughed, rolling your eyes and turning to look at your phone.

“I really think you should come with me.”

“Are you not gonna go unless I do?”

“Pretty much.”

“Fine!” You rolled your eyes, opening the passenger door and getting out of the car. You stood on the sidewalk, standing angrily as you waited for Rossi to get out and walk to you.

“What are we even doing here-” you asked, turning around and getting smacked in the face with one of the cheesiest and most stereotypical Vegas chapels you had ever seen. Neon flashing lights, Elvis decor, cheap paint. It was amazing.

“Why the hell are we at a Chapel? Are Emily and JJ finally getting hitched?” You laughed, staring at disbelief at the building.

“Why don’t you just go inside…” Rossi instructed, waiting for you to enter the building so he could follow.

“Alright…” you responded, walking in the door and being immediately bombarded by JJ and Emily. They were in dresses, which made you even more confused.

“Come with us! You’ve gotta get ready!” JJ said, grabbing onto your arm and pulling you towards a door down the hallway.

“What is happening? Did we drink too many Margaritas at the taco place again…” you said, still being dragged against your will to a secret room.

And then you saw it. Emily opened the hideously pink painted door to a small dressing room, and in the middle was the single thing about your wedding that had gone right.

The dress. You found it a few months ago, and immediately knew it was the one. It was one of the first dresses you tried on, but you knew immediately it was the one for you.

“How did you… what is happening…”

“You’re gonna put the dress on, and then you’re gonna get married. That’s what's happening,” Emily shrugged, pushing you in the room.

“But… no… what about… and…” you stuttered, sitting down on the cigarette infused couch, the smell of stale smoke so strong it made you gag when you sat down.

“Okay, let’s not sit on that,” JJ laughed, pulling you up and away from the toxic furniture.

“I can’t get married. I’m not ready!” You protested, Emily stripping your clothes as you stood shocked.

“Just get in the dress, everything will be okay,” JJ assured you.

“No… I can’t…”

“Get in the dress, (Y/N), or I swear to God I will have to hurt you,” Emily joked, her eyes trying to be serious but a tiny smirk made it obvious.

“Fine. But I’m not happy about this.”

But then you put the dress on. And they were right. Everything made sense. You loved Spencer, and nothing mattered except marrying him, promising your life to him. The location, the guest list, the food… it didn’t matter. Your love mattered. He mattered.

“I’m ready,” you nodded, a few tears flowing down your cheek.

You walked out of the worst dressing room of all time, your dress dragging on the cheap shag carpet behind you. Emily handed you a bouquet of fake flowers, which made you and JJ laugh as you opened the doors to the chapel.

On the other end of a long red carpet was Spencer Reid, the one person you loved most in this world. He had on his suit, the one you designed in your head. You weren’t sure how he made it possible- you weren’t sure how he made any of this possible. But you couldn’t stop crying, a gush of hot tears flowing down your face as you walked anxiously down the aisle to your new forever.

“You are the most beautiful person in the world,” Spencer whispered to you, taking your hands as you reached the end of the aisle. JJ and Emily sat down next to the rest of the team, the only other guests in attendance. It was perfect, though. You couldn’t have imagined it any other way.

“We are gathered here today to celebrate the love between (Y/N) and Spencer,” the man said. “Thank you all for coming to this beautiful celebration. Spencer and (Y/N) have decided to share their own vows.”

“Um, I don’t have my vows,” you sighed, looking around awkwardly at the crowd.

“Should’ve memorized 'em, like I did,” Spencer winked. You rolled your eyes in annoyance, lightly shoving Spencer on the arm.

“Do we need to do all this? I mean… I know you love me. I know I love you, and I hope you know that. I know that every small thing you do makes me fall more and more in love. And I can’t imagine any day of my life without you by my side. Can’t we just skip to the I do part and get married!” You wrapped your arms around Spencer’s waist and pulled him closer.

“I just want to say one thing before I kiss the bride. Nothing has mattered more to me than you since the moment we met. I would stop the world for you if I could. I wanted to do something to take away all your stress, and although I couldn’t do it perfectly, I think this is going pretty well.” Spencer smiled goofily at you, squeezing on your hand.

“Oh, the rings!” You squealed, looking around for the small box.

“Right here,” Derek smiled, handing the box to Spencer. “Best man duties.”

Spencer slipped the metal circle around your finger, his hands shaky as he slipped it on. You grabbed his ring from the box, putting it delicately on his hand, your heart racing, still unable to process what was happening.

“Is that it?” Spencer asked excitedly, looking up at the ordained Elvis, hoping to be married already.

“Well, I have to say one thing. I now pronounce you married. You may kiss your bride!”

Spencer wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you into him. He kissed you excitedly, his lips moving rapidly with yours.

tags: @gayprentiss @blakeprentiss @bitchyreid @spncersreid @yesimaunicorn @slutforthegubes

#spencer reid x reader #spencer reid #spencer reid fanfic #criminal minds #spencer reid fanfiction

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thesevenumbrellas · 4 years

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Hi. Just want to submit an opinion (well, analysis) about the wigs and styling in s2 since everyone is talking about it on your blog.

I've worked with wigs a lot for years now, both because of cosplay and because I often work as makeup artist and model, specifically in the alt and pin-up/retro scene. I've done a LOT of vintage pin-up modelling and live shows inspired in the 40s, 50s and 60s.

So, I can tell you the s2 wigs are actually really good in general, they just aren't always properly styled for the specific actors wearing them and in some cases they got a like too ambitious with characterization and choose something that wasn't feasible in the long run (*cough* Swedes*cough*) but hoped we wouldn't notice. Not everything was perfect but most people are looking at the wrong things.

The lacefronts the Swedes wore are particularly tricky and weren't properly glued to the hairline (which, fair, with fibers that pale it's very hard to hide the natural hair and look real at the same time without bleachin the actors' natural hairs). Axel's style choice in particular was a big faux pas, with something that pale you don't want the hair combed back like that. So yeah, we can nitpick at those but I honestly feel bad for the styling department when it comes to the Swedes.

Klaus's guru beard was sooooo sketchy, I've worked with beard prosthetics (on other people) for cosplay and that one did in fact tick me off (should have just covered his actual beard with a fake instead of trying extensions, ugh) but it didn't last long so I'm trying not think about it...

The extensions for Klaus's long hair are actually really good quality but in the first episodes there was a small failure in hair texture- Robert's hair has a natural curl that makes it bushier and coarser when straightened and the extensions, even teased, were too straight and flat to blend in naturally, they probably looked really good right off the styling chair but a few hours into filming the coarseness of his natural hair definitely started to stand-out, it was a bad stylistic choice, they should have stuck with curls all around. However, in later episodes they corrected this by just giving everything some messy curl and it worked better. It wasn't a case of bad wig, it's a case of lack of foresight.

Diego's hairstyle was pretty good for the time period but failed in the sense that he'd never be able to grow that much hair in three months, his specific s1 short hair would make him standout a lot in the 60s but they failed to have timing into account. I don't think this was a styling department fail though, I suspect Diego was supposed to arrive MUCH earlier in the original script and they must have changed it halfway through production and just didn't bother to change the hair because they probably had already started filming and just thought nobody would notice.

Also, we have to have time period in account- young Klaus had the perfect 2006 emo hair, sparrow!Ben is not actually wearing wig, that's his real hair just styled in a terrible mid-2000s look with too much hair wax...

But let me talk about my specialty as someone who works in the pin-up circuit:

Handler's wigs are perfectly coiffed for the 50s/60s looks that she's emulating, even that very obvious fake wig part/seam in her bleached hair with the purple military dress is typical of retro wigs and for her bleached looks it's a necessary evil (more realistic seams and scalp texture wouldn't be able to hide/mesh with her real hair and weren't used in that time period anyway), meanwhile her brunette wigs are actually flawless (and at least one of her brunette looks is not a wig at all). I don't think they were ever trying to pretend that Handler's wigs were her real hair, not with the constant styling changes, so as wigs go they are pretty great.

And finally- Allison. Allison's wigs on s2 are perfect BECAUSE they look exactly like 60s wigs, back then black women couldn't afford (both moneywise and because how damaging the techniques of the time were to their natural hair) to straighten their hair every day, it was too much trouble but the straight look (and the bangs and the beehive) were so in fashion that most black women just wore a specific style of wig on their daily lives, it was a common practice and I think Alison's hair is supposed to reflect that. It's not actually supposed to look like her real hair or a modern wig, if they wanted that they'd do one of the classic puffed up bobs see at Odessa's which took immense amounts of hairspray to keep them together but were still easier than straightening and more realistic to achieve in a wig, those wouldn't fit Allison's age or style though so I think the longer straight/wavy wigs with the bangs were a good choice.

So... That's my two cents, I don't know if it's useful to anyone and writing this whole very sleep deprived so pardon my typos.

#The Umbrella Academy #tua s2 #wigs #submission #tua s2 spoilers #tua spoilers

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embryos-first-heartbeats · 3 years

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so... I tried salvia

Yup, I finally did it. I smoked something for the first time. After a lifetime of not being a smoker, I inhaled that shit. It wasn’t easy, I coughed, a lot. I still don’t like smoke. But what I do like is salvia. Damn. People aren’t fucking around when they say that salvia is strong... and weird as hell.

My first experience with salvia was actually chewing it, the taste sucked hardcore and I really didn’t find the effects to be strong enough (granted, I only used a small amount to test how my mind and body would react to the new substance), it went well enough but I wanted to move to the next level: smoking.

It was a few days to a week later that I was finally able to try smoking it, and I had to look up videos on how to even use a bong. I had this tiny cheap thing that I bought off of Amazon because I wasn’t even sure what I was looking for in a bong. I started by putting some plain leaf in the bowl and smoked it, it was truly awful from a physical perspective. Mentally, I definitely felt... different. I tried a few more bowls and closed my eyes and in my head I got some interesting faint 3D tunnels formed out of static. They were spinning. But I also got an image of some evil face grinning maniacally (tbh it looked kind of like the jerma sus meme but it wasn’t super funny because I’ve gotten an evil grinning figure before, off morning glory seeds)

I wanted to smoke more but there was another person in the house, she was going to leave for a few hours soon though so I waited until after she left to continue my experiment. I put on a long YouTube compilation of music from one of my favorite artists. I smoked a little bit more plain leaf but I quickly decided I wanted something more intense. I have a gram of both 10x and 20x, so I got the 10x out and put a pinch of it it into the bowl, lit it, and decided to put my mind into the hands of this new substance. I wasn’t expecting much... but then it hit me. Yeah, it hit me and I was pretty amazed by how quickly I went from mostly sober, to diving into deep hallucinogenic water. It was like DXM and nitrous all at the same time but way stronger than either one.

I kept pulling my hood over my eyes to block the light out, and I took my glasses off, which felt amazing and natural, like scratching an itch and that it was exactly what I needed to do at that moment. I pulled my hood over my entire face but I kept thinking I didn’t want to somehow make it hard to breathe. My entire vision morphed into this three-lobed formation of the little bit I could actually see, repeated on continuous lines in a clover shape. I felt a little overwhelmed, like I had done something that I wasn’t really supposed to do, since I told the other person I wouldn’t try 10x by myself. But at that point I could feel myself sink back, and I felt like I was on a boat in the ocean being rocked gently by waves. I moved my hands back and forth in front of me, mimicking the feeling.

At the end there were these faint 2D panels with these cartoon ape characters looking back at me, like I was supposed to follow them. It started to fade and I opened my eyes, sat up, and the first thing that came into my mind was some nonsense about “hairy gorilla soda bottles”. After it faded a bit more, I looked at the bong just thinking “holy shit!” I felt really good but it was way more than anything I’d experienced before that point. I knew immediately that I wanted to do more.

The second time around, when I started to enter I got a faint vision of a purple cartoon hippo looking over a book that was also a farm with a sunrise, I was a part of a class but I kept disturbing the class by moving around too much. The vision changed and became a lot more vivid, there were these purple and white teddy bears made of hollow rolling tubes, and I was one of the tubes. The tubes were rolling but also moving like on a conveyor belt or something. I was going to get pulled into the “inside” of the teddy bear and I was annoyed by this because I knew it was going to be too dark to see anything in there, and I wanted my “outside” time to be longer.

After I was sucked in there was this version of a house made of those rolling tubes, it was flat, and two of my family members were in front of it, they were also made of tubes and their arms, legs, and bodies were super thin and featureless, I don’t think they had distinct faces either, and they were both reaching into the middle of the front of the house with their “hands” touching. I just wanted to go inside the house. Then I was on this pinched oval type thing, I could see the whole thing and one part looked closer than the other, where there were repetitions of the room I was in, linked to this bicycle chain structure, with gaps between them, on a black background. This was all I could see, but I was also on/in it and it was my what I felt my face was. It kept looping over and over and there was this word/sound/concept that kept repeating and it was really frustrating for some reason because I had to keep repeating this loop. I felt stuck during this part and didn't know when it was gonna stop.

The final scene was this neighborhood of cartoony 2D houses made of thick, round, rubber looking tubes. They were soft and squishy looking. There were families in the houses and grey metal doors underneath each one. I called this place Book Land because it reminded me of a children's book, where everything is gentle and pure and bright. I talked to the dad of the first house and he told his wife about how I wasn’t able to get through because I had to pee too much, but my door was open a little bit. I asked him if he could see me and he said no, he had never seen me even though he knew about me before because the door is open sometimes. There was a close-up of a cartoon purple kid, who looked like from a child’s drawing, but made of the round tubes. She was smiling and looked happy. I was able to open the door enough to get my hand through, it was all purple and blobby and made of tubes like everything else. It stretched across all the houses and I felt like I was doing some kind of educational lesson about sharing “my kind” with the people of this world.

After I came out of it I had to piss really, really bad, so I rushed to the bathroom as quickly as I could, I’m not sure if I just drank too much water while trying to smoke or what, but it was way more intense than usual for me. In the bathroom I was still pretty in it because I kept thinking about Book Land like it was a real place, and I wasn’t sure if me using the bathroom was real or just a particularly normal/realistic part of the trip.

I went back to my smoking spot to go in one last time. I knew I was reaching my limit, though, so I didn’t want to go overboard. Very shortly after smoking it, I got up to pee, I don’t even think I had to at this point, I think I was just unconsciously repeating something I’d done several times before. I kept thinking about Book Land and I also felt like I was in a weird cycle and that everyday life was just a weird cycle and getting up to pee was a part of it. I could see repeating rainbow fractals on the carpet as I walked to the bathroom and I was super happy about it and thought it was totally normal. I remember when I was in the bathroom I kept trying to talk to myself, but it was pretty much only mumbling and partial words that came out.

When I was done I sat down but got up again right after to look at the carpet, because I could see this 3D simple three-lobed snowflake like pattern repeated on the carpet wherever I looked. I kept moving around to see it at different angles and it looked totally, convincingly 3D no matter where I looked. I loved this to no end and just kept looking at the patterns for several minutes. I thought that I should put my glasses on to see the fractals better, but when I did they simply disappeared. At one point an advertisement came on since the video with the music I was listening to had ended, and I became really angry and paused it, saying “NO!” really loudly. I thought to myself that “the children in Book Land cannot be exposed to corporate propaganda like advertisements. The children in Book Land can only be exposed to pure information.”

After that, I admired the carpet patterns a bit more, then I wanted to go outside. As I went to go outside, I kept looking at the floor the whole time, searching for more patterns, and when the flooring switched from carpet to a flat, wood patterned floor the fractals disappeared. So I was a little annoyed at this and continued making my way outside. I saw one of the cats and thought she was cute, but she didn’t have any fractals on her so I wasn’t super interested in that moment. Then I saw a clover leaf and said “Yes!! There it is!! That’s it right there!!” and sat down on the step to admire this leaf, which really did resemble the three-lobed vision from the start of my adventure, and it looked like the patterns I saw on the carpet as well. I sat there looking at the leaf and looking around, thinking to myself as the salvia wore off more and more.

Over the next couple hours I sat down, thinking about my trip and how intense everything was. I felt really good and at that point I knew exactly why people said that salvia was weird as hell. I kept thinking about the visuals, the feelings, and about Book Land. I hastily wrote some notes down on my computer, which I referred to when writing this, as despite the typos and weird wording, it had the most raw translation of my experience that I could get. In all honesty, I felt pretty accomplished for trying something new and not shrimping out over smoking for the first time, or shying away from how daunting salvia can seem. I knew what I was getting into before I started and I wasn’t taken by surprise at any point.

I know I’m going to try it again at some point, but I’m definitely not going to rush my way into it and push myself too far too fast. I have a huge amount of respect for this drug and the last thing I want to do is screw myself over by getting cocky.

#salvia #divinorum #salvia divinorum #drugs #trip report

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genuinelydecimated · 3 years

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I kept you at arm’s length (bkdk playlist)

Time: 56 mins.

Link: I kept you at arm’s length.

This is a bkdk playlist, but it isn’t really romantic like the one before. This one deals with the inevitable conversation(s) that need to happen between these two about their past. I don’t know if this is what you expected or hoped for, but I hope you enjoy it regardless.

This is broken into two parts, with song 7, Vas by jigger finn, as an interlude of sorts. Because this playlist is set for a conversation story, the songs do not flow into each other in a musical way. Each song deals with or touches with topics I think they’d talk about, e.g. being classmates, their mistakes, how they feel about each other (admiration, loathing), how they feel about themselves (insecurity, uncertainty, a need to be perfect), and whether they’re willing to try again.

Song list, lyrics (the reasons I chose them), and notes below!

1. Wavin’ by Stephen

“Even if we’re falling from the stars, yeah I really care about you. I care a lot about you.” “This is me, this is me. You can take it or leave, ‘cause I know what I’m not.”

2. C U Around by PWR BTTM

“I’m looking forward to the day when I can see your face, and not wonder what it was I did that made you run away.” “But I noticed you looked down. I hope you’re okay, I’ll see you around.”

3. An Honest Mistake (feat. Lizzy Land) by Mating Ritual, Lizzy Land

“Don’t look at me that way. It was an honest mistake.” “I swear I never meant for this.”

4. The Beach by The Neighbourhood

“I can admit, I am not fireproof. I feel it burning me, I feel it burning you.” “If I meet you in the middle maybe we could agree.”

5. Void by The Neighbourhood

“I now I need you to feel the vibe I need you to see the point.” “Now you’re just settin’ me off, so I’m tryna lose you.”

6. What Happened to Us by Harbour

“I’ll fail just to learn a little more.” “If I could sing just one more song to you with hopes that I could maybe change your mind.”

7. Vas by jigger finn (the interlude song)

“Oh no, I really shouldn’t stay.: “Will you talk to me again?”

8. Need To Be by Memphis May Fire

“I wear my heart on my sleeve for everyone to see that man I want to be.” “My heart is heavy and torn, weighed down by all the mistakes and the chains I’ve worn.”

9. Maybe by Kahone Concept

“My head’s bigger than my brain. It’s just sick and tired of fighting in my headspace.” “Hey, maybe... Maybe I am not the man you see.”

10. Bridge Back to Your Heart by The Beach

“If our time came back around, tell me, would you hear me out? If we knew what we know now.” “Did we rise and fall too soon? It’s been so long, I can’t remember.”

11. Dancing After Death by Matt Maeson

“If I don’t get better than this man in my skin...” “If I let go, would you hold on? Would we fly? Is it safer to just say that we tried?”

12. Untitled (For Now) by Oliver Daldry

“’No one alone can do it alone,’ you say.” “I’m sorry for leaving. I’m sorry I push you away.”

13. The Black and White by The Band CAMINO

“’Cause I spaced myself from you ‘cause I got tired of hurting you, but now I’m hurting too.” “Call it a rivalry, call it a fight. Call it what you want.”

14. Take Your Time by Vance Joy

“You look, but do you really see?” “I let you figure me out, tear all my fences down. We’ve been so tired.”

15. Cold Sets In by World’s First Cinema

“I hate it when the colds sets in, but I love the way it draws us closer than we’ve ever been.” “I hate it when the story ends, but I’d love to start again?”

The songs are arranged in an order, so on first time playing please put it in order if you can! As stated before, song 7, Vas by jigger finn, is the interlude between the two main parts. It’s broken in parts because realistically, I don’t think Bakugou and Midoriya would only have one conversation about everything that happened. It would take a lot of them, so many different conversations, to let themselves and each other move forward on the same page.

This playlist took me so long to be confident in. I love the second part of the playlist, and I’m learning to love the first. I think the concept of ‘The bakudeku conversation playlist,’ was easier as just a concept, and when I tried to put it into something real, it quickly fell apart. It was hard to find songs that I believed fit, while making it within what they would talk about, and keep it at around an hour. This was hands down the hardest playlist so far. But I’m quite happy with how it is, and I’ve been inspired to create a bkdk animatic for one of these songs.

As usual, the final song is your conclusion, and you can interpret it however you wish. But... I think I projected my set narrative too much on the last song, so my personal conclusion would be easier to tell.

My next bakudeku playlist will be completely and wholeheartedly filled with love. Not like the first one where it was sad in some parts (which you can find in my spotify tags if you haven’t seen it already :D), this one will be a lot of ‘wow, I love you with my entire being, how lucky we are to love.’

sorry if there are any typos, i am so tiiiired

#robaroo72 spotify #bakudeku #bkdk #decchan #dekubaku #katsudeku #what other ship names does this ship have oml #bkdk playlist #bakudeku playlist #yeah I'm in a bkdk brainrot

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samwisethewitch · 4 years

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a real witch reviews the arcana (aka that phone game based on tarot cards that keeps showing up on your explore page)

I’ve been seeing The Arcana all over Tumblr and Instagram for several months now, and since I am a Genuine Real Life Witch™️ and have been reading tarot for several years now, I thought it would be fun to play the game and review it both from a gamer perspective and a witch/tarot reader perspective.

Spoiler: I really, really like it.

Please note that I have done virtually no research into the developer or development history of this game. This review is based purely on my experience from my playthroughs.

So what is The Arcana?

The Arcana is a fantasy/romance visual novel created by Nix Hydra Games. A visual novel is an interactive, text-based story with static visuals, so it’s almost more like an interactive graphic novel than a video game. Honestly, visual novels remind me of those “Choose Your Own Adventure” books that were really popular in the 1980s and 1990s more than anything else.

(Note: I recently learned that a visual novel is NOT the same thing as a dating sim, although the two genres are similar and do sometimes overlap. Dating sims... simulate dating. That’s really all there is to them. Visual novels typically have a more plot-focused story, and may have other stuff going on besides the romance.)

The story of The Arcana follows the player character, a magician’s apprentice living in the fictional city-state of Vesuvia, who is enlisted to track down a suspected murderer. Where the story goes from there depends on which route you choose to play. There are currently six routes, each with a different love interest. Each route has its own unique story, although obviously there are some overlapping elements.

Sam the Gamer’s Review

Like I mentioned, The Arcana is essentially an interactive novel, so I’m reviewing it the way I’d review a book. So, let’s just run down some of the typical book review questions, shall we?

Is the content good? Yes. It has gotta be difficult to juggle six parallel storylines and make all of them equally compelling, but this game pulls it off. There were parts that genuinely had me in suspense, other parts that had me giggling at my phone, and some parts that were (intentionally) frustrating. I’m really impressed with how each route is totally different from the others -- not just in content, but even in tone. For example, Portia’s route comes across as much more lighthearted and fluffy, whereas Julian and Muriel both have a lot of angst in their respective stories. It’s really well done.

Are the characters well-rounded and realistic? Again, yes. Okay, “realistic” may be a bit of a stretch in some cases Vlastomil but all six of the main romanceable characters have fleshed out personalities that feel natural within the story world. The side characters in this game are also really interesting, although I do wish some of them had bigger roles in the story.

What about the technical stuff (dialogue, grammar, etc.)? For the most part, it’s pretty good. The dialogue flows naturally, and different characters have different speaking styles, which is a little thing that makes SUCH a big difference. I noticed a couple of typos, but nothing too crazy.

The gameplay was pretty good. The only real mechanic is choosing one of two or three dialogue options at certain points in the game. There are a couple of places in each route where these choices are timed, but other than that it’s a very stress-free gaming experience.

Another thing that impresses me from both a writing and a gameplay angle is the multiple ending mechanic. Your choices matter in this game. Each of the routes has an “upright” ending and a “reversed” ending. I’m not exactly sure which choices affect the ending you get, but I’ve only managed to get “upright” endings so far, and I didn’t have to do anything special to unlock them.

Sam the Witch/Tarot Reader’s Review

Honestly, I did not expect this game to be as accurate with its depiction of magick and the Tarot as it was.

Each character is based on one of the Major Arcana, and I feel like they did a really good job of matching their personalities to their cards. Nadia is based on the High Priestess so she’s very intuitive and intelligent but tends to be distant and hard to read, Julian is based on the Hanged Man so he feels the need to sacrifice himself for others (with lots of gallows humor along the way), Lucio is based on the Devil so he’s a fucking bitch all about power and excess, etc.

I reeeeaaalllyy like the use of “upright” and “reversed” endings instead of the typical good vs. bad endings -- based on upright vs. reversed meanings of Tarot cards, of course. I also really love that the reversed endings aren’t 100% negative, just like how reversed cards in readings aren’t necessarily negative.

I don’t wanna spoil anything, but I also really like how the upright endings deal with the upright traits of that character’s Major Arcana card, while the reversed endings deal with the reversed traits of that card.

This game also includes some pretty realistic depictions of witchcraft and magick. Obviously because it’s a fantasy world there is fantasy magic involved, but astral travel is a major theme in pretty much every route, and the way it’s depicted in the game is very similar to my real life experiences with it.

There’s one character who is a kitchen witch and makes homemade enchanted food with magickal herbs, which made me feel warm and fuzzy because it reminded me of all the times I’ve used kitchen magick to make charmed food for myself and my loved ones.

Tarot readings are obviously a big deal within the story world, but there’s also a character who uses runestones! Which I think is neat!!

They mention some real-life magickal plants. Myrrh being used for protection comes up a lot, which, in case anyone was curious, is actually one of the common uses for myrrh in spellcraft.

They clearly did their research and honestly I’m thrilled.

Other Cool Stuff About This Game

It’s probably the most queer-inclusive video game I’ve ever played. Right off the bat, you’re given the choice to choose between he/him, she/her, or they/them pronouns for your character. The pronouns you pick do not affect the story in any way.

All six love interests are romanceable no matter what gender you play as. Which means this is canonically a universe in which everyone is queer. Hell yeah.

Two of the six current romanceable characters are women, and one is nonbinary. The routes for these characters are just as well written and romantic, with just as many wink-wink-nudge-nudge innuendos, as the men’s. There are also multiple nonbinary side characters.

Also! Racial and ethnic diversity in the main cast! And the main characters all have different body types, which is another nice touch.

This is nerdy as hell but I love how the different cultures and ethnic groups in the game are based on real-life cultures? It’s just one of those little things that makes my heart happy.

The art style is pretty as fuck.

In conclusion: I feel like this review is overwhelmingly positive but I just genuinely can’t think of any major criticisms of this game. It’s fun, it’s free, there was clearly a lot of thought put into it. I was really pleasantly surprised. Everybody go download it and play it. You’ll have a good time, and afterwards you’ll understand all the memes.

P.S. I know people are gonna ask so: I chose Julian for my first playthrough because he’s tall and goth and has messy hair and that’s honestly all I look for in a man. Now that I’ve played all six routes, Portia’s is probably my favorite because it’s so cute and wholesome and I just really want a soft bookworm girlfriend, please. Lucio’s route is a close second because after seeing him as an antagonist in everyone else’s routes it’s actually really interesting to see his story told from a sympathetic angle! But like I said, I’ve played all six routes.

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outropeace · 3 years

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elotito tagged me on this so i’m gonna do it for her <33333

1. describe how you first started writing and when you first posted

i began to write in general since i was around 14 like any other emo kid kdjdjsks and o began to write fics when a friend asked me for one as a birthday present. it was written in a hurry and it’s not my favorite but i really enjoyed doing it. i posted that exact same fic on their birthday

2. which of your characters do you typically resonate most closely with? do you base any characters off of yourself?

it depends the fic i guess. and not really, i think the closest i’ve been to do that is in the rockstar au (coming to the @bottomlouisficfest very soon), i put one or two of my old insecurities in h so he could connect better and wouldn’t be persieved as just an asshole-y dude cause i don’t like that and louis don’t deserve that uwu🌸

3. where do you often find inspiration?

music, movies, tiktoks (DONT JUDGE KDKDKS)

4. has quarantine helped or hindered your writing process?

before the quarantine i had around 3 wips, now i have 8

5. do you listen to music/noise while you write or do you prefer silence?

i listen lofi youtube playlists shjdkld

6. what is your biggest writing pet peeve in your writing or in general?

me repeating “Oh...” over and over again through tall my fics, it shouldn’t be legal

7. describe your ideal writing setup

rainy day, good coffee, comfy sweater, my cat besides me, arely sending texts about teeth/imessage games, snacks

8. favorite time of day to write?

nights (it’s usually when i have time)

9. favorite genre to write + one you’d like to try writing in the future?

i’d LOVE to write a thriller

10. do you struggle with writer’s block? how do you typically overcome it?

i just leave the fic for a bit, i don’t really like to push myself about this cause i’m just doing it for fun

11. what is the easiest part of your writing process and the most difficult?

the easiest is the dialogues, i could write pages and pages of just dialogues in hours and the hardest is the smut dhjdd

12. how do you come up with original characters? (if applicable)

it depends, is the antagonist? i ask myself how’d i feel if i were them, like a third party just trying (and usually failing) to get in between

13. what is your favorite and least favorite word?

i like “wet” i just... yeah.... and least favorite i don’t really know tbh

14. what is one thing about your writing that you’re really proud of and one thing you hope to continue working at?

i like that people conect with the characters because i always put a lot of effort in making them realistic (as much as i can), i make them flawled and sometimes even messy but with good hearts and intentions, all of them are (even the antagonists). and my grammar OH MY GOD MY GRAMMAR

15. what work of yours has your favorite ‘verse/world building? how did you come up with it?

hands down the ice prince fic. and funny thing is, i already had my prompt for the fic fest but i just couldn’t stop thinking about one particular prompt about a bratty prince and an alpha who hated omegas and the amount of POSSIBILITIES that had. two days later or so, the mods of the fest gave us the opportunity to pick another prompt if we wanted and the rest is HISTORY

16. what font and size do you write in? single spaced or double?

11 and single

17. what is a typo(s) you find yourself making consistently?

baby do we have TIME FOR THIS ONE?

18. (if applicable) do you separate fic writing from fandom?

yes, always 100000000%

19. what emotion is your favorite to write? which is the most difficult?

angst, sadness, anguish, sorrow, jealousy, i love to hurt hearts. and it’s not an emotion but after they get together it’s really difficult to me to actually keep going (oh god dkdkdkkdd)

20. what is one thing you hope readers always take away from your works?

that that’s okay to fuck up, that no matter the circumstances you have to respect your partner and TALK WITH THEM and that a person can be successful, independent and a badass while being soft and a c*mslut

21. what is the best and worst writing advice you’ve ever received?

i think “write whatever you like, you’re not being paid for it anyways” is the best and only advise i’ve actually listened to

22. which one of your works would you most want to see turned into a film/television show?

it’s complicated cause my two favorites are abos and idk how that would work dkskkss but the ice prince and the alpha/alpha fic

23. do you write scenes chronologically or out of order?

chronologically but i have a document apart where i write everything that comes to my mind at the moment, that one is A MESS

24. how do you handle criticism?

i think good, if it’s respectful

25. what is the advice you would give to someone who is looking to start writing?

trust yourself, have fun

26. what kind of feedback on your work always makes your day?

ANY type of positive feedback makes my day tbh

27. which fic ‘verse of your own would you most like to exist in? which fic’s characters would you most like to befriend?

none tbh dkdkks and louis, obviously

28. what do you always enjoy getting asks about/wish people would ask about more?

about my stories, i love when people just come to rant to me about certain things the characters did and ask me why they did it

29. what has writing added to your life? how has it changed you?

it relaxes me a lot. i just can write for hours and hours and it just feels nice and in some way exciting

30. why do you write?

refer to question 29 kdkdkxk

boost yourself + tags!

1a. share the last sentence you wrote

from the exes to lovers au:

The second hiccup of the night came in the form of his ex smiling to a boy sitting next to him on a couch. The boy had gorgeous, dark and wild hair, clear hazel eyes and a pretty pouty mouth. Their body language screamed attraction and that they both were ready to devour each other. Louis was familiar to the smile Harry was giving to him, bright and seductive, ready to give anything you asked for.

2a. describe the wip you’re most excited about

right now i’m very excited for the happiest season au, my “cliche story” au and for my exes to lovers au dksks i’m excited about a lot of my wips i’m so sorryjdjd

3a. share the piece of dialogue from one of your works you’re most proud of

from the alpha/alpha au:

“I’m not giving up on love,” He softly touched the hand that was still grabbing his thigh. “To me, love is like flowers. Each one needs a special treatment, if you give an orchid the same treatment you give to an iris, the orchid will die. Same thing with love. I’m not giving up on love, I’m just changing the treatment. We might not be an orchid, but we could make such a pretty iris.”

4a. share the best first and last lines from your work(s)

favorite first line from the sugar baby au:

Powerful people only end up with powerful people. The rest are just playthings in their lives. Louis Tomlinson was many things, but he wasn’t anybody’s plaything.

favorite last line from the ice prince fic:

“Who would have guessed…” Harry whispered after a while, smiling against Louis’ lips. “the dragon finally got to keep the princess.”

5a. link the last fic you read

HAYLEY’S MASTERPIECE

6a. link the last work you published

that’d be the ice prince fic

7a. link to your ao3 (if applicable)

hereee

8a. someone that inspires you

louis teheeee

9a. a comfort fic/work that you’ve been grateful for this year

god, again, there’s so so many of them, like the amount of authors i’m so grateful for, the list is infinite but these are a few that comes to my mind

all elote’s (@defencelesst) fics makes me really really happy and never fails to give me a cozy/wintery feeling, her louis IS THE MOST PRECIOUS THING ON EARTH AND HER HARRY IS JUST PERFECTION, i’m in love with her descriptions and how she just takes you THERE. hanis @loulicate-recs always makes me smile so fucking hard. ris @falsegoodnight fics NOW.... well.... ris fics they make me smile but also make me want to throw my phone to the other side of the room BEST OF BOTH WORLD IG. MAR’S FICS (loubellies on twitter, idk their @ here i’m sORRY) ARE LITERALLY ONE OF MY FAVORITE AUTHORS AT THE MOMENT, such a pretty louis IM SO IN LOVE WITH MAR’S LOUIS ITS UNFAIR

10a. other writers that you’d like to tag!

omg i’m probably so late to this and idk how many of you have actually done this so here goes nothing @allwaswell16, @runaway-train-works, @greenfeelings, @kingsofeverything, @thepolourryexpress, @larents

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minsugapie · 4 years

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Mary’s Song: part 16b (3034 words) - Fighting

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Jeon Jungkook wasn’t just your anime-loving, manga-drawing, hair-pulling, ex-neighbour. You hadn’t even spoken to him since he had moved away. But the world worked in funny ways because...

He was probably the reason you were still alive.

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“And our daddies used to joke about the two of us

Growing up and fallin' in love

And our mamas smiled, and rolled their eyes

And said, "Oh, my, my, my””

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I feel so much internal embarrassment after writing this but yolo I guess… but uh yeah, this is SMUT so do with that what you will.

**also this is unedited so sorry for mistakes. we all know im the queen of typos as it is...oof

• • • • • •

You’d just finished messaging Coven about what your plans were for tonight, and how you would go about it. However, your nerves were still on high-alert. Jungkook had denied you a few times now, and you knew that if this didn’t persuade him, then you’d be devastated.

You realized he had his reasons, but you wanted him now. He was making it extremely difficult to continue being friends. There was just a point where you needed to evolve. At least you were sure that you’d go crazy if you had to keep pretending like you hadn’t been head over heels for this boy since you were six…even with the large speed bump in between your meetings.

You sighed, finally getting up from the bed and deciding to do something. Jungkook was working at the desk in the living room, so you knew you wouldn’t be interrupted by him as you got the room, and yourself, ready. The first thing you did was make the bed tidy up the space, making sure that it was tidy before heading into the bathroom. You locked the door and stared at yourself in the mirror for a white a few minutes. You listened to a full song that Jungkook was drawing to before you took a deep breath and started the shower, getting your razor, shampoo, and body wash. You wanted it to be as perfect as possible; you wanted to look as perfect as possible. The shower that only normally took you a few minutes took longer than usual, and you hoped that he hadn’t realized. You spent extra time brushing your teeth and blowdrying your hair, too.

Who were you kidding? He didn’t notice anything when he was drawing.

You were again staring at yourself in the mirror, wondering if you should’ve put on makeup or not. You decided on makeup (but not an aggressive amount) because you wanted to have the whole experience of the beautiful lingerie that Cherry bought you. You thought it would look incomplete without it.

Rushing back into the bedroom after you finished getting ready, you only briefly took a peak into the living room to see what Jungkook was doing. He hadn’t moved. Maybe he’d slouched over slightly, but that was it.

Digging into the back of one of the drawers in the dresser that Jungkook bought for you, you found the box with the present inside. You took it out carefully, pulling it out and taking a good look at it. You wondered if you could even pull it off…if he would even like it. However, before you could back out, Cherry’s voice floated into the back of your mind, telling you that you were beautiful and that he’d love it. It was enough for you to drop the towel and put it on right then and there. It wasn’t the most comfortable thing you’d worn, but it wasn’t too bad. You let your fingers feel the fabric draping down your body and you hummed it approval. It looked exactly like the first time you’d tried it on, if not maybe slightly better after all this mental preparation that you did.

You hung the towel on your hook before taking one last look at yourself in the mirror. Yes, this would have to do. Taking your thousandth deep breath of the day, you made both your hands into fists and whispered, “Fighting!”

There was a change of plans because you decided that calling him into the room wouldn’t get his attention like you wanted, so you changed tactics. Instead, you tiptoed out to where Jungkook was sitting, trying to be as quiet as you were able. Instead of just walking in front of you, you peeked your head over the side of his shoulder, taking a peak at what he was drawing. It was Honey, not that you figured it would be anything else. She was the main character of his webtoon. Yet, you’d noticed recently her becoming even more realistic…

“You smell nice. Did you have a shower?” He asked, not taking his eyes off the tablet.

“I got ready…are you busy?” you asked, moving one of your hands around to his front and resting it on his chest. You briefly felt his heartbeat increase, giving you a slight boost of confidence.

“I’m just drawing,” he answered, but you noticed his pen stop moving as your hand moved down his chest to feel his muscle. “What are you doing?” He added before you could answer. He grabbed your hand from on his chest and pulled you around so he could see you from the front. As soon as you came into view, he froze.

“What do you think?” You asked, waiting for any sort of reaction from him that wasn’t only his face the was void of emotion.

“What is that?” He asked, clearing his throat. You noticed his eyes wander around, stopping briefly on your breasts before forcefully moving back to your eyes.

“Cherry bought this for me for Christmas,” you admitted, taking a small step towards him. He hopped out of his chair so quick that it almost fell over. He was acting as if you touch would set him on fire.

“Cherry…” he swore, taking a step back again. Licking his lips once, he continued, “But why are you wearing it right now?”

You cocked your head to the side, pushing some hair behind your shoulder. “What? You don’t like it?”

“No!” He answered a little too quickly. Realizing his betrayal, he added, “But shouldn’t that be saved for when you’re going to do something?”

Now you took another step towards him, grabbing his hand. He didn’t move; it was like he had no idea what to do. “What if I told you I was going to do something?”

“What do you mean?”

“…with you.” You finished, pulling him backwards towards the bedroom you shared.

“Wait, what exactly is happening right now?” He asked, looking around the apartment like he needed to look at anything else but you.

“You’re a smart boy, Bun, can’t you figure it out?” You asked, knowing you would eventually succeed when he tightly closed his eyes and threw his head back while still letting you drag him to the bedroom.

“Honey, I can’t,” he said the dreaded words again, running his free hand through his wild hair.

“If I hear that one more time,” you warned, pulling him closer to you.

“What do you want from me?” He asked, eyes still closed.

“D-do you not want to? Don’t lie to me, either. I can tell when you’re lying.”

He opened his eyes and made a face. “That’s what you’re worried about? That I don’t want to? Look at yourself, Honey, of course I want to. This is just so complicated.”

You took his arms and spun him around, sitting him down on the edge of the bed. “It’s really not…just stop thinking so much about what you think I want and do what you want for once.”

He stared up at you with his lips slightly parted. He seemed to be paralyzed for a minute, so you grabbed his hands again and led them to your hips. His eyes snapped to his hands, and he started to move them across the soft material. The material bunched under his palms as his hands move up towards your breasts. You stepped closer to him, making it easier for the both of you until he unexpectedly pulled you down onto his lap. “Is this what you wanted?” He whispered, moving in towards your lips.

“I want more,” you confidently admitted before kissing him.

“How much more?” He asked after moment, moving your hips to tell you to grind into him.

“Do I even need to answer that?” You asked, taking his bottom lip between you teeth playfully.

He groaned into your mouth, and you smiled in response.

“Fuck, Honey, you don’t even understand how much I’ve thought about this moment,” he revealed, flipping you over and pushing your back into the bed. “Remind me to thank Cherry unnie next time I see her…This thing is not coming off tonight.” His eyes roamed freely around your body now, and you let your arms fall to your side, allowing him to do whatever he wanted for a minutes.

His fingers lightly traced from your lips down your chest and between your breasts, lips following closely behind.

“She knows it’s being put to good use already,” you breathed, trying to remain steady as his hot lips started to press kisses on your hips.

“She knows what’s going on?” He asked, spreading your legs apart and brushing his nose over the lace underwear.

“Why do you think Jimin and Tae left in a rush?” You struggled to concentrate as he played with you. “I asked them to leave.”

You squirmed, trying to keep focused. In a second, Jungkook stopped all movements and hovered above you. “What exactly did you say to everyone?”

You bit your lip to try to stop yourself from laughing at his confused expression. But now you wanted some power over him. Before you answered, you pulled at the bottom of his hoodie, trying to tug it over his head. You flipped him over, taking the chance to admire him for once. “I told them that I wanted to have sex with you, so they needed to be out of the house,” you shrugged, watching in delight as his skin got goosebumps from your light touches.

“You’re naughty,” he groaned.

You leaned back down to his face and whispered huskily, “Have you thought about me when you’re all alone before? In the bed? In the shower?”

You heard him visibly swallow.

“Have you thought about me taking you? Or my tongue stroking you?”

He still couldn’t answer when you dipped your hand between your bodies and into his sweatpants. You watched his facial expression in curiosity when you cupped him, simultaneously palming him and rolling your body into his.

“Answer me, Bun,” you demanded, wrapping your fingers around him harder as leverage.

“Holy fuck yes, ok, I do,” he managed, and you loosened your grip slightly.

You kiss his collarbone and neck before putting your lips against his ear, “Are you sure?”

“Yes! And it’s only you every damn time.” His hands were holding your hips to keep any sort of stability.

“Because I’ve thought about you before,” you continued, starting to pump him.

“Y-you have?” He was breathy, letting you do whatever you wanted to him.

“Sometimes when you’re not home, or when you are, I like to imagine it’s you and not my own hand…” Jungkook’s digits slipped into your panties, pushing them aside as he started rubbing you.

Your lips found his again, and he eagerly pushed his tongue against yours. It was a sweet moment, both of you letting the other do what they wanted, but Jungkook pulled back sooner than you’d hoped when you felt him start to buck his hips into your hand. “You have to stop,” he said before throwing his head back and pulling your hand from out of his pants.

When you finally take a look at his face, you see his flushed cheeks and red lips. “Did I do something you didn’t like?”

“Oh not at all. I just want this to last to the actual sex part,” he admitted, rolling over to find a condom in a drawer near the bed. You were under him, smiling as he seemed frustrated at not finding the box right away.

At his distracted state, you let your fingers slip into the waistband of his sweats, guiding them down the curve of his bum and hips…and you did let your fingers linger on the hard muscle for a little longer.

When he finally acquired the little packet, he pushed himself off you to take his sweats all the way off and put on the condom. You watched in fascination as Jungkook’s was illuminated by the last bits of sunlight, pinks and purples from the sunset giving him a beautiful glow on the already gleaming skin. His hands deftly put on the protection, hands not missing a beat as if he’d had a lot of practice.

When he finished, you let your eyes linger on his stomach. He really was one of God’s favourites.

“Are you sure you don’t want to take this off?” You asked, gesturing to the garment that admittedly didn’t actually cover much.

“It stays on,” his voice was lower than it had been a minute ago. He’d regained his composure. “But these come off.”

His fingers hooked into the sides of your panties and pulled them down your waist.

“Listen, Bun, if I forced you into something that you didn’t want…”

“I’m literally already naked and wearing a condom, and you’re going to ask me that…just shut up,” he laughed, positioning himself between your legs.

You waited, already having a better time with Jungkook than you had with Nic. When his hand went around your back, you took him in and grabbed his back to hold him close.

“My seventeen-year-old would not have believed what’s happening right now,” he admitted, looking down at you.

You couldn’t focus on any of his words again, trying to adjust to him as quickly as possible. You knew he was uncomfortable as you forced him to stay where he was for a moment longer, but as soon as you told him to move, he obeyed. Slowly, he began his thrusts but sped up soon. You didn’t mind, having gotten a lot out of him earlier.

Jungkook’s hands removed yours from his back and he pushed them down beside your head, linking his fingers with yours. His thrusts were successful in winding you up, knowing that neither of you were going to be able to hold out much longer.

“Honey, I can’t hold it much longer,” he breathed into your shoulder, teeth gently biting the skin.

You let yourself go as soon as you heard his voice, not able to effectively breathe or answer him. All you were able to do was breathily moan his name.

“Fuck, it’s over,” he groaned, thrusting into you a few last times, effectively riding out his own orgasm.

Jungkook’s face during this most vulnerable moment was a blessing to see. You said it once, and you’d say it again, he was one of God’s favourites. There was simply no way that one man could look so deliciously appetizing at every moment. You were exhausted, but if he asked, you’d go right into a second round…you were in no position to deny him.

But he didn’t. He immediately fell beside you on the bed, catching his breath.

“Fighting,” you whispered.

“What?” He asked, looking into your eyes. You stared back at him with equal intensity.

“Doesn’t matter.”

Jungkook grabbed your cheeks, pulling your face to his. His lips found yours, and he smiled. Three long kisses were placed on your mouth before he asked, “Should we order some food?”

• • • • • •

“When was the last time you had sex with Nic?” Jungkook asked out of the blue, playing with your hair. You were laying together on the couch, and you were comfortable positioned half between his legs, half in front of him. There was a movie playing on the tv and the finished takeout on the coffee table, but you were barely paying attention.

When you hesitated, he clarified, “I mean enjoyable sex.”

“Maybe eight months…it was too long,” you revealed, hiding your face in his sweater, which you’d gladly changed into afterwards. “So I guess a thank you is appropriate.”

You felt his chest move in laughter. “There’s no need to thank me, Honey. It was good for both of us.”

When it was silent for a minute, you shyly asked, “When was the last time you had sex?” Why were you being shy around him all of a sudden? “Be honest with me, Bun. I know you’ve gotten around.”

“I don’t get around that much, but the weekend before you called me was the last time,” he admitted, shifting so the blanket was covering you better.

“How many people?”

Jungkook breathed through his nose hard before saying, “Why are you asking questions that you won’t like the answer to?”

“I’m just curious,” you answered, playing with his hand that was around your waist.

“A lot.” He thought he’d get away with that but you were adamant about knowing for some reason. You knew you shouldn’t have been so curious, but you were…

“Bun…”

“I’ve hooked up with a girl every time I’ve gone out, okay. I don’t know how many I’ve had sex. Is that what you wanted to hear? Are you mad? Disappointed? Disgusted?” He huffed, seeming frustrated.

“I’m not any of those things. I was just curious because Cherry and Yoon told me that you’d never been in a serious relationship.”

“They’re right.”

“Why? You obviously have enough people that find you attractive…”

“I guess it just wasn’t meant to be. There may have been someone in the back of my mind that I couldn’t stop thinking about. She’s kind of a pest and asks too many questions, but she’s cute.” He cuddled closer into you, spooning you. His lips were pressed to the back of your neck and you realized that he was done talking. Actually, in only a few moments, his breaths became deeper.

He’d fallen asleep.

Had you been on his mind the whole time? Even after he said those mean things to you? You’d managed to repress your feelings for him while you were with Nic, but now that he was gone and Jungkook was your present, you knew that they were deeper than you’d anticipated. When the heated feelings of tonight wore off, and you two talked about what had happened more seriously, you wondered what he was going to say.

Jungkook was your past. Jungkook is your present. Hopefully, Jungkook would be your future.

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The Amazing Museum: Event Translation Ch6-10

I like this event story~ Other than that, I don’t have much to say except that Epilogue might need to wait a bit, enjoy~

The Amazing Museum Ch1-5 / / Ch6-10 / / Epilogue

Disclaimer:

A3! is owned by Liber’s Entertainment

Translator’s Note: I translated the Museum’s Director to ‘Chief’ instead of ‘Director’ because I’ve been using Director for MC. It’s just to differentiate them.

On the play, they keep changing the person who’s reading the narration, so it’s not a typo.

Tsuzuru:

…I guess a museum after closing hour has this kind of atmosphere.

Director:

Maybe it’s because the electricity’s on despite the absence of people.

Homare:

The mysterious feeling is everywhere.

I think I can create some poetry here!

Tsumugi:

Ahaha.

Homare-san, that’s not the purpose we’re here you know.

Homare:

Chief, I’m grateful that you listened to my sudden request.

Chief:

It’s not a problem, I’m also really looking forward to the public reading session.

There are some exhibits inside that you can touch, please take a look as much as you like.

I will be in the annex beside this building, you can call me when you’re done.

Director:

Understood.

Sakyo:

Ho, there are more substantial exhibits than I thought.

Tsumugi:

Right. Moreover, it’s quite spacious…

It’s like we can actually spend the whole day here.

Kazunari:

The museum at night somehow feels very mysterious!

Doesn’t it feel like an incident might happen here!?

Chikage:

You might not be wrong, look.

Kazunari:

Eh!?

Something’s written on the wall.

“Be careful of the Eyes of the Unknown”?

Homare:

Ah, the Chief said that it’s a graffiti made by a famous painter.

It seems that it’s written before I knew it.

Tsuzuru:

Eh, this graffiti?

That doesn’t seem to be the case…

Director:

Woah, there really are a lot of things on display…

Kazunari:

Ah, there’s a floor guide over here.

Chikage:

Fossils, Japanese Karakuri Puppets…

There seems to be an alien mummy too.

Director:

Woah, amazing! This is a fossil of a carnivorous dinosaur right!

Sakyo:

But there’re some metal fittings on the bone.

Tsumugi:

It seems to be a replica.

There’s a small caption written over here.

Sakyo:

It’s a well-made replica.

Kazunari:

So coolz!

Tsuzuru:

I was researching about this museum online, but as I thought, the amount of information that I can get are so different when I’m actually here—

Actually, it might be a bit too much…

This place closes early since it’s located in the middle of a mountain, that’s why I’m grateful to get the chance to come here.

Homare:

It’s thanks to the chief’s flexible response.

Tsuzuru:

Yeah. I have to say my gratitude to him later.

Kazunari:

Woah, I thought it’s a precious stone, but it’s actually just a bug!

Tsumugi:

It seems to be “World’s Strange Insect Specimens” corner.

There’s nothing but bugs that I’ve never seen before.

Sakyo:

This doll… A Karakuri Puppet that grows its own hair?

Why do they even display such a suspicious looking thing.

Kazunari:

If you say things like that, you might get cursed and disappear!

Look, it’s written here, “If you meet its eyes, you won’t be able to go home”.

Eh?

Sakyo:

What’s wrong?

Kazunari:

Ju, just now, the doll was looking this way…?

Sakyo:

Of course not.

Look, let’s just move on.

Chikage:

…

???:

…

Chikage:

--!!

Director:

…I think we’ve finished looking at everything.

Tsumugi:

Right.

Director:

Tsuzuru-kun, do you think you’ve gotten a good reference for your script?

Tsuzuru:

Yes, I’m glad I actually came.

Sakyo:

It’s already late. Let’s go home soon.

Director:

Then, we can excuse ourself to the Chief-san…

Kazunari:

Wait. Chikachon’s not here?

Tsumugi:

Eh? You’re right.

Sakyo:

He just went out first didn’t he.

Kazunari:

Maybe but… I’ll try to contact him just in case!

Director:

We can head out in the meantime.

…Eh? Ah, it’s not opening…!?

Sakyo:

Change with me.

What’s the meaning of this?

Even when I push or pull, it’s not budging at all…

Kazunari:

…Perhaps, we’re actually trapped inside?

Tsuzuru:

It can’t be…

Arisugawa-san, can you contact the Chief!?

Homare:

About that, the call doesn’t connect no matter how many times I tried.

Tsuzuru:

Eh…

Kazunari:

Actually me too, I tried sending a LIME message to Chikachon, but it kept saying out of range.

Tsumugi:

There doesn’t seems to be any phone extension inside too…

Director:

Then, we’re really…

Tsumugi:

Anyway, let’s try to search for an exit for now.

Sakyo:

So there’s no way out here too.

I thought we could go out from here if the window frame comes off.

--!

Karakuri Puppet:

…

Sakyo:

…This doll, was it here just now?

???:

Sakyo:

…!?

Tsumugi:

Eh? I thought I heard Sakyo-san’s voice from over here…

…?

This graffiti—

“He who doesn’t lose his curiosity despite having knowledge”?

This… Fufu, I see.

???:

Tsumugi:

Eh…? Umph!

Kazunari:

We can’t find an exit at all.

Tsuzuru:

Anyway, Furuichi-san and Tsukioka-san went to that corner earlier right.

Homare:

They haven’t come back, maybe they found something.

Director:

Should we go and find them.

Kazunari:

Agreed~!

Tsuzuru:

Eh…? No one’s here…?

Director:

That’s weird. It doesn’t seem that we can find an exit around here too…

Kazunari:

Ahaha… It’s like, they’re disappearing one by one…

Tsuzuru:

This is not an occult.

But, where did the two disappear to…?

Homare:

There are even things like the Mankai 7 Mysteries in the dorm.

It might not be strange for mysterious things to actually happen.

Tsuzuru:

…I’m a bit surprised.

I thought Arisugawa-san is a more realistic person.

Homare:

There are things in this world that can’t be explained with my knowledge alone.

Director:

Maybe they already moved on from this place.

Let’s try to find them in another place.

Tsuzuru:

You’re right.

Kazunari:

Wai, everyone, don’t leave me behind~!

Tsumugi:

…Kazu-kun.

Kazunari:

Eh? Tsumutsu--!?

Tsuzuru:

Eh, where’s Miyoshi-san?

Director:

I thought he was just behind us…

Tsuzuru:

As I thought, there’s something off with this place!

Anyway, let’s move away from here!

Homare:

But the fact that everyone disappear here means that there’s something here.

Director:

It’s true, it does make sense…

Tsuzuru:

…! There’s something written over here…

“He who doesn’t lose his curiosity despite having knowledge”?

Director:

There might be some hints hidden behind those words.

*ground shaking sound*

Tsuzuru:

That, what sound is that…?

Director:

…!!

Homare:

What…!

Tsuzuru:

The dinosaur fossil replica, it’s heading this way!?

Homare:

We will be trampled if we stay here!

Tsuzuru:

Le, let’s run!

Director:

Wah!

Th, the wall’s turning around--!?

Ky, kyaaa!

Tsuzuru:

Director!?

Homare:

Director-kun!

Tsuzuru:

She’s not there… Did she just disappear…!?

Homare:

As I thought, there’s a secret behind this wall—

*ground shaking footstep*

Tsuzuru:

Ru, run away!

Homare:

Oh oh, wait for me, Tsuzuru-kun!

Homare:

Ahaha! Isn’t this delightful, Tsuzuru-kun! The ancient creatures are running away from the dinosaur too!

It’s like I’m inside my dream once again!

Tsuzuru:

This is not the place to say that kind of thing!

This is bad..!

Homare:

That’s the door that didn’t budge earlier.

What to do, Tsuzuru-kun. If we stay like this we’ll get trampled by the dinosaur and that will be the end of us.

Tsuzuru:

Damn… Ple, please open up!

Tsuzuru:

…Ugh!

Chikage:

Oh, he’s out.

Kazunari:

Ahaha, Tsuzuroon screamed so loud.

Sakyo:

You did well on the escape.

Tsumugi:

The two of you, good work.

Tsuzuru:

Eh, what…?

Kazunari:

The Dokkiri’s a big success!

(TLN: Dokkiri refers to hidden-camera surprise prank.)

Tsuzuru:

Do, dokkiri…?

Homare:

Let us explain to you how everything works.

Actually, the Chief here was my old acquaintance from a certain magazine project.

I got the OK when I asked for an assistance to produce the script.

Tsuzuru:

…You mean, everyone here is an accomplice?

Director:

Sorry for tricking you.

Tsuzuru:

Ha, hah…

Homare:

The moving dinosaur, and the building structure with the hidden mechanism too, they were all the Chief’s hobby.

Tsuzuru:

Eh… Seriously…

Homare:

But you get to experience something that you normally wouldn’t have right.

I’m sure you wouldn’t be able to run from a dinosaur if you’re here during the day.

Tsuzuru:

…Of course.

Homare:

Fossils don’t move. Dolls are not supposed to move.

You can surpass those fixed concept anytime, as much as you want.

That is, I feel, one that makes a creation process interesting.

Of course, provided that you already achieve the required knowledge and experience.

This is the support that I wanted to convey to Tsuzuru-kun the previous time.

Tsuzuru:

Surpass the fixed concept…

…Arisugawa-san, thank you so much.

Perhaps, I got too fixated because it’s unfamiliar to me.

Somehow, the ideas are coming up now!

Homare:

Yeah, this looks promising.

Kazunari:

Tsuzuroon’s back to life~!

Tsumugi:

That’s great, Tsuzuru-kun.

Sakyo:

Geez, what a troublesome guy.

Chikage:

You said that, but you were quite worried about Tsuzuru-kun yourself.

Director:

(The thing that Homare-san wanted to convey…

I’m glad that it’s properly conveyed to Tsuzuru-kun)

Homare:

Everyone, the day has finally arrived.

Sakyo:

The number of customers is good.

Chikage:

It’s great that the script was made in time too.

Kazunari:

Tsuzuroon worked hard to the last minute after all~!

Tsumugi:

That’s the power of his concentration.

Tsuzuru:

Thanks to everyone.

Director:

(The only thing left was to move forward with the script without any regret…)

Tsuzuru:

…

Director:

Tsuzuru-kun, are you alright?

Tsuzuru:

Yes. It’s just because it’s a kind of performance that I’ve never done before, I’m quite excited to see whether it will succeed or not—

I might be able to see an unknown scenery unfolds before me, that’s why I’m really excited.

Homare:

Getting to know the unknown and experiencing things you never do before will never get old.

Tsuzuru:

Yes.

Everyone, please enjoy today’s performance as much as you can.

Kazunari:

Alright!

Tsumugi:

Yes!

Narration (Tsuzuru):

This is a story about a museum on the outskirt of a town.

Ryuuhou (Tsuzuru):

Welcome to the Night Museum.

I’m Ryuuhou, the Chief.

Tonight, I will bring you on a tour at this museum.

Ratsutou (Homare):

I’m Ratsutou, the assistant.

Everyone seems to be ready ♪

Kougetsu (Sakyo):

Why do I have to take the trouble to change into a uniform?

Ryuuhou (Tsuzuru):

Why I wonder, it’s so we can differentiate ourselves from the customers and the exhibits.

Fukitani (Chikage):

That’s obviously not the case isn’t it.

Ryuuhou (Tsuzuru):

On the tour this time, we will introduce the content of each of the display items to the customers.

Fukitani (Chikage):

The case of Fukitani and.

Kougetsu (Sakyo):

Kougetsu.

Narration (Tsumugi):

The two would lead you through the exhibition room called the dark unknown zone.

Ryuuhou (Tsuzuru):

I’ll leave it to the two of you with the glasses to continue from here.

Narration (Tsumugi):

Inside the item that the Chief introduced was a horrifying alien mummy.

Kougetsu (Sakyo):

Alien mummy?

Fukitani (Chikage);

Why this kind of thing.

Ryuuhou (Tsuzuru):

There’s a secret behind the eyes of this mummy.

Narration (Tsumugi):

The two people who were wondering whether it’s real, went ahead and look straight into its eyes…

Kougetsu (Sakyo):

Arrgh!?

Ryuuhou (Tsuzuru):

It was said that people with bad eyesight will improve their eyes when they look into this light.

Kougetsu (Sakyo):

My eyes will die instead if it’s this bright!

Fukitani (Chikage):

I wear glasses for show so there will be no effect on me.

Hoshi (Tsumugi):

The case of Hoshi.

Narration (Kazunari):

This man requested to the Chief to present about a living creature.

Ryuuhou (Tsuzuru):

If that’s the case, you can introduce her.

Narration (Kazunari):

The one to be introduced by him was a Karakuri puppet with a beautiful black hair.

Hoshi (Tsumugi):

What’s this, it’s just a doll isn’t it.

It’s not alive, it’s a man-made item.

Ryuuhou (Tsuzuru):

Then, I’ll give you an admission ticket to the Museum.

Narration (Kazunari):

When he complained, the chief took out 5 admission tickets from god knows where.

Hoshi (Tsumugi):

What do you expect me to do with that kind of thing.

Ratsutou (Homare):

This doll grows its hair every day.

It’s a secret that only people who has taken it before know.

Ryuuhou (Tsuzuru):

By the way, on the third Saturday of each month, we have to hold a haircut show for her without fail.

Hoshi (Tsumugi):

…For a non-living being, it really doesn’t sound like one.

Takanashi (Kazunari):

The case of Takanashi.

Narration (Sakyo):

This is a story of a boring man, who fails to express his interest in anything due to his knowledge of the world.

The Chief was getting that man to introduce a special exhibit.

Ryuuhou (Tsuzuru):

I’m sure you can’t help but to be interested in this thing too.

Takanashi (Kazunari):

I’ve seen dinosaur fossils a lot of time before.

How can I even get more wisdom from this.

Narration (Sakyo):

The moment that the man said that he was not impressed with it, bang, a loud sound was heard.

Takanashi (Kazunari):

Eh?

Narration (Sakyo):

And when the man looked up—

Raaaaaaawr!!

The dinosaur opened its mouth wide and tried to attack him.

Customer A:

The fossils really move!

Customer B:

What an amazing force…!

Director:

(Alright, the customer’s reception is good.

We consulted the Chief about moving the fossils, I guess it’s the correct choice)

Takanashi (Kazunari):

U, uwaaaaaah!?

Ryuuhou (Tsuzuru):

Don’t anger him please!

Otherwise he will swallow everyone whole.

Ratsutou (Homare):

Well, if you get swallowed, you’ll only be left with the bones, there’s no way to survive ♪

Narration (Chikage):

In the end, the museum was closed safely that day.

Ratsutou (Homare):

You work well today ♪

Ryuuhou (Tsuzuru):

Yeah. Then, let us go back to our position too.

Narration (Chikage):

With that said, the two returned to the pedestals in front of the fossil, “The Figure of Knowledge” and “The Figure of Curiosity”.

Tsuzuru:

Hmm. I don’t know where I should go for the next holiday.

Homare:

Oh, I know this author.

It seems that he has been gaining a lot attention overseas recently.

Tsuzuru:

Hee, that sounds interesting.

Maybe I should try to go to this exhibition.

Director:

Ah, Tsuzuru-kun. What a perfect timing.

Tsuzuru:

Director:

I managed to get in contact with Tadoru-san just now, I’ve received the report that “Encounter with the Unknown” session was a big success.

Tsuzuru:

Really!

I’m so glad…

Director:

It’s not only the public reading, the tour where you perform with the museum’s exhibits was very popular with the customers too.

The unusual exhibits have become a trending topic, the number of repeating costumers has definitely increased.

Chikage:

Speaking fo which, the exhibits which can be taken picture of have become a trending topic in the social media.

Tsumugi:

Fufu, it was worth the effort.

Director:

I told Tadoru-san to tell us if he still need more help.

Sakyo:

Why not.

It might become a good advertisement for our company.

Kazunari:

Hi hi! All attention to Kazunari Miyoshi!

Tsuzuru:

Uwa, Miyoshi-san… What a proclamation.

I have a bad feeling somewhat.

Kazunari:

I have received this from the Chief, it’s the security camera footage of Tsuzuroon’s Dokkiri’s operation.

Tsuzuru:

I thought so!

Kazunari:

Since we’re all here, let’s go and watch it ♪

Let’s all gather in front of my PC~!

Tsumugi:

Ah. This is Chikage-san isn’t it.

Tsuzuru:

He’s staring at the doll so intently…?

Director:

What did Chikage-san find at that time?

Chikage:

Ah, actually, I thought there’s a camera hidden inside the doll’s eyes.

Chief:

…

Chikage:

--!!

Kazunri:

Ah, Chief-san!?

Homare:

What are you guys talking about.

Chikage:

Yeah. The director appeared after I was left behind by the other 2, I was talking to him about the Dokkiri operation.

Then, I went out using the hidden door behind the shadow over there.

Tsuzuru:

So that’s what happened…

Tsumugi:

This is… Sakyo-san?

Sakyo:

“…This doll, was it here just now?”

Chikage:

“--"

Sakyo:

“…!?”

Kazunari:

Uwawa, Frooch-san just fade out in the dark!

Tsuzuru:

The way Chikage-san appeared is just too scary isn’t it.

Sakyo:

Honestly, I even felt his bloodlust.

Chikage:

I thought Sakyo-san will fight back if I didn’t do it seriously.

Tsuzuru:

Somehow, did you just say something scary?

Director:

(Let’s not go there…)

Kazunari:

It’s Tsumutsumu!

Sakyo:

“—"

Tsumugi:

“Eh…? Umph!”

Homare:

Sakyo-san too, you executed it well.

Sakyo:

I just have to lie in the dark and pulled him in isn’t it.

Tsumugi:

Ahaha… I was actually quite surprised then.

Kazunari:

“Wai, everyone, don’t leave me behind~!”

Tsumugi:

“…Kazu-kun.”

Kazunari:

“Eh? Tsumutsu--!?”

Sakyo:

“—"

Tsuzuru:

I was completely deceived…

Kazunari:

At that time, I really thought that I got kidnapped you know~

Sakyo:

My bad.

Tsuzuru:

I see… I guess it really looks like that.

Anyway, what a large scale Dokkiri…

Director:

About that… Actually, we also didn’t know about the content of the Dokkiri.

Tsuzuru:

Eh!?

Homare:

I did say that I need everyone’s cooperation for the commencement of the Dokkiri, but I never told everyone in detail because I thought it would be good to have some reality in it.

Tsuzuru:

Then, isn’t this just a live reaction!

Kazunari:

Ah, this one! This is definitely the main highlight.

Sakyo:

It’s Minagi and Arisugawa huh.

Kazunari:

Ahaha, Tsuzuroon’s screaming so loud!

Tsumugi:

Homare-san’s laughing so much on the contrary.

Chikage:

He’s completely enjoying it.

Tsuzuru:

That’s enough… I was really desperate at that time.

I really thought I could die for real.

…But, I guess it’s something that I can’t experience anywhere else, I think it has really become a good experience now.

Regarding that… Thank you so much, Arisugawa-san.

Homare:

You’re welcome.

#a3!#a3! act! addict! actors!#a3! event #a3! translation #homare arisugawa #kazunari miyoshi #tsuzuru minagi #chikage utsuki #tsumugi tsukioka #sakyo furuichi

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the-knights-who-say-book · 4 years

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Book Review: Sugar Summer

Rating: ★★★★★

Blurb: Esther “Sugar” Applebaum isn’t overjoyed to be spending the summer at a sleepy resort in West Virginia—until she meets Mara, an older, gorgeous, acid-tongued dance instructor. Mara’s dance partner, Tristan, is getting top surgery, and she needs someone to fill in for him at a showcase. Sugar is the only volunteer.

Learning to look, dress, and dance like a boy means spending a lot of time with Mara: listening to her, arguing with her, touching her... and suddenly Sugar's feeling things she’s never felt before. But falling for a girl, especially one who doesn't particularly seem to like her, was not in Sugar's summer plans. What's a girl to do?

SUGAR SUMMER is a lesbian retelling of the '80s classic DIRTY DANCING, like you've never seen it before.

Hannah Moskowitz is one of my favorite authors. Her books are always funny (even when they're also sad) and have strong, unique character voices. Sugar Summer is a chip off the old block.

One thing I love about her books is how her characters have flaws. Yeah, all good books have character flaws, but Hannah Moskowitz is really good at writing them. Her characters think things they're not proud of, and speak without thinking, and act out in teenage angst. They're real, and that means they really grow.

I love that Sugar is emphatically uncool, but Hannah Moskowitz also understands that nerds are not, like... an oppressed minority. Sugar is sheltered in so many ways, and that's addressed. She has to learn a few hard lessons by sticking her foot in her mouth first (and hey, so does Mara. The two of them teach each other). She has to realize that she can't swoop in and fix everything by snapping her fingers. And in learning that, she also learns that she likes girls, and that she's capable of more than she thinks she is. She's capable of being her own original person, and not just whoever people want her to be.

Like Dirty Dancing, Sugar Summer a story in which a girl’s sexual awakening is intertwined with social awakening. That core of the story hasn’t changed. But this version is more Jewish, more full of women, and and far more gay.

And while it's still a main character/secondary cast story, Sugar's development is less individual than Baby’s. Instead, it's tied to and influenced by a host of complex secondary characters, my favorite of which is Tristan. He's more present in the book than the character he replaces from the movie, so you really get to see his friendship with Mara and how close they are, and the trust they have for each other is so beautiful. He's also a sweet and important support to Sugar's lesbian awakening—LGBT solidarity, you love to see it!

It's just... queer community. I feel like this book really shows how queer people are drawn together and stick together, partly out of that vague gaydar that drags even people that aren't out together, partly because people just coming out gravitate to people already out for guidance, and partly because you need each other for comfort and protection. It takes a while, but Sugar, Mara and Tristan eventually click together like atoms bonding. Sugar needs them, and they're there for her.

Plus, in signature Hannah Moskowitz fashion, sibling relationships are really important. It's about the quiet support you get from them without even realizing it, and the way society pits girls against each other, and how the former trumps the latter if you let it. Also, it's just very realistic.

My one gripe with the book is the typos. Sugar Summer is self-published, which I didn't expect to be a problem. I read and loved another of Hannah Moskowitz's self-published books (the rest are traditionally published) and had no issues with it. I'm sure both books were professionally edited. But someone dropped the ball on final edits for this book—I wonder if it's been fixed since I read it? I believe self-published authors can do that.

But I am really too full of other thoughts to be mad about typos. Because when you change the kind of people a movie is about, you change what it means. Dirty Dancing made important points about women's rights and needs with its minor character who needed money and time off for an abortion. Sugar Summer replacing that with Tristan getting top surgery makes similar but different points about trans rights and needs. Sugar falling in love with another girl makes her parent's negative reaction to her summer fling mean something else. And her love interest being a woman of color gives it different overtones when an entitled guest tries to have her fired, adding the intersections of class and race to a movie that had only dealt with the former.

Basically, Sugar Summer gives the old classic more complexity, more depth, and more bittersweet teenage self-discovery.

#sugar summer #hannah moskowitz #book review #lgbt reads #f/f romance #booklr #dirty dancing #queer retelling #ownvoices #Abi reads Sugar Summer #Abi's Book Reviews

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surveys-at-your-service · 3 years

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Survey #438

“i won’t let you die, keep you alive just to remind you of what you are not”

What is your favorite card game? Probably Magic: The Gathering, even though I'm not great at it. I just ADORE the artwork, mainly. Is YouTube one of your favorite websites? Yeah, given I'm constantly on it. Does your mother have a sister? If so, what’s her name? Yeah, named Kelly. What are you doing tomorrow? I'll be going with Mom to the pool at the gym. She goes Tuesdays and Thursday, so I'm going to start joining her to help ease soreness from my exercise days. Would you ever want to go to Africa? It's high on my bucket list! I am DESPERATE to visit the KMP and photograph and pet and pamper the meerkats. :') Last time you went bowling? Not since I was on a date with Girt. Would you ever want to own a bakery? Noooo, I don't enjoy cooking of any sort. I'm way too impatient. Do you like to text? It's funny, I don't enjoy it as much as I used to. I make typos too much and autocorrect only wants to work at the WRONG time, it seems. I'd still rather text than actually talk on the phone, though. You want your next pet to be what? To be realistic, it'll probably be a western hognose snake. I REALLY want a tarantula, but Mom absolutely will not allow it for as long as I live with her, lol. Trust me, I've pestered her about it. Would you rather be a vampire or a mermaid? Eh, probably a vampire. Do you prefer white or black electronics? Black. Do you like Nerds candy? Yeah. Is your favorite animal something you can have as a pet? I could write a college-length essay on why you absolutely shouldn't, but it's sadly legal in some countries. Thankfully, not America. What was the last classic novel you read? Did you enjoy it? Oh yikes, I have no idea. Name three movies which have a soundtrack you really love: Spirit: Stallion of the Cimarron, Tarzan, and The Blair Witch Project: Book of Shadows. What’s the scariest video game you’ve ever played? I know it's super cliche, but I genuinely found Outlast terrifying. As well, SCP Containment Breach is a game I can't even play because the jumpscares startle me too much, lol. They're just too loud. Do you own any pet fish? What kind of fish are they? No. I'm not really interested in keeping fish as pets. What is the most irritating thing that a boyfriend or girlfriend has ever done to you? Tyler wanted to talk CONSTANTLY. Barely even two weeks in and he got all bent out of shape over there being days we just didn't text. Like dude, especially this early in a relationship, I don't want to talk 24/7. He acted like we were together for years or some shit. Like sorry I want alone time. That relationship was just a bad idea. Have you ever known someone who was in an abusive relationship? Sadly. Out of all of your friends/relatives, who would you say has the best vocabulary? Probably Girt. He's just in general very smart. When yawning, do you cover your mouth? If out in public, yes. If you had a garden, what would you plant in it? Would you actually tend to it, or would it wind up neglected & withered? I could NEVER maintain a garden, but if I had the motivation and tolerance for the heat, that'd be nice. I'd love mostly flowers, and a grapevine would be pretty! Plus some strawberries. Do you like peanut butter? Yeah, definitely. What about marshmallows? Yep. How do you roast your marshmallows? They have to be BARELY brown at all. Like it has to be the liiightest toast. Do you eat s’mores? Ugh, hell yes. I really want some now, thanks. Own a lava lamp? No, but I'd love a pink one. :( Or black. Own any sort of glow-in-the-dark room accessory? No. Ever done something sexual in public? No, I have common decency. Do you like the taste of squid or eel? I COULD FUCKING NEVER TRY EITHER. Slimy or rubbery stuff like that is such a massive no. Ever date anybody in middle school? Yeah, Aaron in the 7th grade for a few months. Did you like to get dirty when you were little? I think I did. Like I know I loved speeding through mud puddles on my bike as a kid. Own anything that has to do with dragons or unicorns? I have a lot of dragon decor. Ever wanted to be a vet? Yep. Ever written your number in a public bathroom or a school text book? If so, did anyone actually call you? No. What type of weapon do you prefer? Uh, none...? I don't like weapons. Is there something that you haven’t told anyone that you actually would like to tell someone? No, not really. Would you rather watch a full season of American Idol, or So You Think You Can Dance? The latter, by far. I used to love that show. I really enjoy watching dances. Have you ever worn boxers? Pretty sure no? Last hickey was from? I've only gotten to that point with one person, you can figure it out. Have you ever put a kick me sign on the back of someone? No, that is so rude. Are there any inappropriate pictures of you anywhere? No. I've never taken an inappropriate picture. How many times do you tend to sneeze in a row? Two or three. Karma; believe or don’t? I don't believe it's a thing. I wish it was. Ever changed a diaper? Once. Or maybe twice? No plans on ever doing that again. When you see anything smaller than a quarter on the ground, do you pick it up? I don't even pick quarters up, really. Can bald guys ever be attractive? Um, yes? Do you like hugs? Yessss. Would you ever donate blood? Yeah, I have before. I'd just have to get better about drinking water so I don't faint. Are you keeping a secret from someone who needs to know the truth? No. Ever had the opposite sex over when no one was home? You make that sound so scandalous, lmao. Yeah. What is the last song to make you cry? "Another Life" by Motionless In White. Have you ever kissed someone in the rain? Yeah. Have you kissed someone with braces? No. Are you anyone’s first love? I don't believe so. Anything happen to you within the past month that made you really happy? I'M LOSING WEIGHTTTTTT. :') The gym is paying off! Is there a person of the opposite gender on your mind? That's kinda a permanent thing. He's always there, even if only in the back. Who was the last person to wink at you? My cat, ha ha. Did you parents know what gender you were before you were born? Yes. Are any of your really close friends pregnant right now? REALLY close friends, nope. Are you for or against inter-racial relationships? ... You know it's 2021, right???? This never should have been controversial. Have you ever been addicted to something unhealthy? Well, there's caffeine... When the holidays come around, do you watch holiday movies? No. When was the last time someone insulted you? What was the insult? I don't recall. Do you say “Happy Holidays” instead of “Merry Christmas” in order to avoid offending people who don’t celebrate Christmas? I honestly just say "merry Christmas." Have you ever made/played with a sock puppet before? Yes. Have you ever seen a waterfall (aside from in a fountain or other manmade things)? Only small ones. Are you a frequent sufferer of heartburn? Yes; I actually have a prescription for chronic heartburn. If I don't take it, I'll get heartburn to the point I come near tears. How many different colleges have you gone to? Three. How much stress can you handle? Ha, not a lot at all. What is one thing you thought you’d never do but have done or are doing? I'm 25 and feel like I've just... wasted so much, and I continue to. I never thought I'd make it to this age and to have gone so short a distance in terms of being a successful adult. Have you ever disowned a friend or family member for their beliefs? I've stopped being friends with people, yes. Do you ever feel like your life is too boring or predictable? It 120% is. Do you think you will die happy? To be honest... I think no a lot of the time. Do you like looking at pictures? Yeah. Are you a submissive person? Very. Do you believe the dead can have connections with the living? I do. What are your views on the death penalty? I support it in extreme cases. Once you prove to be a thorough monster that deeply endangers other humans... you don't deserve life. We as a society have to work together, not destroy one another. Do you like horror movies? Why or why not? Yeah! I like the thrill of them. Would you ever be able to become a vegan? No; I am FAR too picky with my food. I want to be vegan, but I just wouldn't survive. What was your favorite toy as a child? I had a whole story based around some plastic dinosaurs, alligators, deer, and Pokemon figurines. Who was your first best friend? What is your favorite memory of/with them? Are you two still friends? Brianna. I don't know what my favorite memory is... We made a lot. We're Facebook friends, but we don't talk anymore. Would you rather hang out with someone who is always high or someone who constantly wants to get drunk all the time? High, I guess. Drunk people I think get sloppier and, in some cases, angry. The (few) high people I've been around have just been chill and friendly. How did you meet your newest friend? I'm not entirely sure who I consider to be my newest friend. The last time you kissed someone, were your arms around their neck? I don't think so? I'm pretty sure I was just hugging her around the waist. You have to get a facial piercing, what do you get? I've mentioned how I wanna get my nose re-pierced in multiple surveys. Do you straighten your hair? No. When is the next time you will see the person you like? Who knows, dude. I really want to be able to walk for two minutes without feeling like I'm dying before I go to an airport again, and even more importantly, even as a fully-vaccinated person, I want Covid to chill out before I travel again. And who the fuck knows when that'll be since people don't want to listen to goddamn professionals. Did you get to sleep in today? I actually slept through my alarm and was late to gym today. :x Your first dog? I was born into the family with a collie named Trigger, but she passed when I was a baby, so I don't have any memories of her. We got what I want to say was a Rottweiler mix named Angel at one point, who I consider our first family dog, but she was born with that disease that some puppies have where they just... die. Who I consider MY first REAL dog was Teddy. <3 Stood loyally by my side as my furry son and most devoted friend for around 13 years. Do you prefer mint, citrus, or cinnamon toothpaste? Mint. Are you one of those people who are always cold? No, I'm always hot. Have you done anything sneaky lately? No. Have you ever had feelings for someone and thought “This is the person I want to be with forever”? Yeah, twice. Do you keep notes, drawings or letters that people give you? Of course! Have you had a significant other that you never kissed? Well, boyfriends, but I wouldn't count the ones I haven't kissed as truly "significant other"s. Has anybody ever dated you only for your looks? I don't think so. Do you have any handshakes with anybody? Nah. What are you listening to? "Necessary Evil" by Motionless In White & Jonathan Davis. Would you take back your last boyfriend/girlfriend? Yeah. Who is your favorite band? How long have they been? Ozzy Osbourne. Since middle school. Who is your favorite author? I don't have a fave. Do you like cheesecake? BIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIITCH- How did you meet the last person you kissed? YouTube, back when it had more social aspects. Do you wake up cranky? Not usually, no. I'm actually in my best mood in the morning. Have you ever met your favorite band/singer? No, but holy fuck would that be awesome. I want to thank him for his music so badly. Do you have a good relationship with your parent(s)? Yeah. Has the last person you kissed ever been to your house? My old house, yes, but not this one. Do chickens have feelings? Yes. Have you ever been to a spa? Yeah, even though I really wasn't interested. I just went with Colleen because she invited me. I appreciated her wanting to hang out and include me of course, so I was happy to go, but it's not something I'd do of my own volition. The last time you were in the fridge, what were you looking for? The lemonade. Favorite South Park character? I don't have one, given I'm not interested in the show. How often do you have to shave? When/where I shave grows back FAST, so frequently. Ever go ghost hunting? No but omg I'd love to. Someone date me just to go do this together one night lmao. Do you have any family in the military? No. Can you talk to your mother about most things? I know I CAN talk to her about absolutely everything, but I don't always. Would you ever homeschool your children? If they wanted it and it'd be beneficial to their health and educational success, then yes. Are you afraid of change? Oh boy, am I. Who’s your favourite character from one of your favourite books? I'll go with The Outsiders, in which case I remember it was Dally.

#survey #surveys #random questions #lyrics: ''necessary evil'' by motionless in white (ft. jonathan davis)

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Phone Sex AU: Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5

continuation of the above fic! thanks so much for the support on the original post! i apologize for any typos or mistakes; it’s late and i’ve got insomnia. this one is 3.7k words of filth for ya

Tag list: @strawberryparkers, @hoe4parker, @deliciousflapbanditfarm, @idontfeelsogoodmrspock, @srrnnrrs

Warnings: 19-year-old Peter. Phone sex, anal fingering, masturbation, dirty talk, daddy kink, praise kink if you squint.

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Peter bit back tears as he threw his backpack down hard onto his bedroom floor and locked the door behind him. The stain on his hoodie reminded him of his failure from that morning; mixing up chemicals in his lab had resulted in a full-building evacuation, and his entire chemistry lab had no problem letting everyone know he was to blame.

It certainly didn’t help that Flash made one of his stupid livestreams wherein he broadcasted Peter’s fuckup to the entire school. He was a laughingstock, getting snotty remarks shouted at him all day while walking between classes.

Hey, Parker, where’s the fire?

Blow up any labs today?

Can you come to my 12 o’clock midterm and set fire to Professor Strange’s desk, too? I didn’t study for it and I’m totally going to fail.

Peter shed his dirty hoodie and shoes and tossed it across the room before flopping onto his bed and forcefully groaning into his pillow. He wanted to suffocate himself in it and scream so loud his neighbors would hear it. Every instance of mockery from the day stabbed at his ego like knives until he couldn’t bear thinking of it anymore.

He needed a distraction. Fast.

Studying? No, it just reminded him too much of his laboratory fuckup. He thought about working on his grad school thesis, but again, his mistake kept creeping up with each thought of schoolwork. Peter pulled his face out of the pillow only to pick it up and pull it over the back of his head. Smothering himself to death sounded as good a distraction as any.

The phone nestled in his back pocket vibrated, and Peter pulled his head out from beneath his pillow to check his incoming caller. Aunt May from her cell phone. He answered, giving her a greeting that easily covered up his frustration from the day.

“Hey, May. Are you on your way home from work?”

“Hey, Pete!” May said, and Peter realized he could hear a crowd in the background. “No, I got invited to dinner with some coworkers, so I’ll be late home. We’re getting Mexican. Do you want me to bring you home anything?”

“No, thanks,” Peter said with a small smile. At least May was having a good day. “I think I’ve still got some Chinese leftovers in the fridge. Have fun and call me if you need a ride home.”

“I’m not gonna drink, Pete. Night!”

Peter hung up and returned to his wallowing. At the very least, May wouldn’t be around to witness his lowest point in college.

He peeked out from where he had buried his face into the pillow and stared at his cell phone. His mind immediately supplied him with the memory from a few weeks ago of how he had jerked himself off while a complete stranger had cooed and called him pet names, told him how good he was, called himself Daddy. Peter had been completely blindsided by the things that phone call had done to him.

Not that he was complaining. The word felt so good rolling off his tongue.

“Daddy,” he murmured to himself, eyes slipping shut at the bloom of heat at his cheeks.

Teeth sunk into his bottom lip. May wouldn’t be home for a few more hours, and the bottle of strawberry-flavored lube certainly wouldn’t use itself. Neither would the brand-new “realistically-styled” didlo he had bought online and hidden in his room when the package had arrived. He had yet to use it.

Who better to help me break it in than You-Know-Who?

It was a better distraction than studying, that was for sure.

Peter didn’t know exactly what his Daddy looked like. He was an older man, that much he knew, with dark hair that was going silver from stress at his temples. (He had called it “a curse of age” until Peter told him how much he loved his Daddy’s graying hair.) He kept his facial hair neatly trimmed and always drank whiskey when he worked on the hotline. Peter definitely imagined how his mouth would taste if he could get his tongue between the older man’s lips.

Not knowing what he looked like didn’t stop Peter at all from trying to imagine him. He had even googled celebrities that shared the sparse details he was given to see if he could conjure up a face that matched the voice in his ear. Nothing fit so far, but Peter wasn’t one to give up.

He did know the man’s real name, though: Tony. Generic enough that looking the name up on social media produced hundreds of millions of results, but personal enough that Peter could feel somewhat closer to the person on the phone.

His stomach climbed up into his throat as he found the hotline’s number in his call history and redialed it. This part was nerve-wracking. He had no problem moaning into the speaker and getting himself off with someone in his ear, but having the anticipation of waiting for the hotline operator to answer his call gave him restless butterflies in his stomach.

There was a click on the other end, and the woman’s monotonous voice spoke through the speaker asking what “fantasy” he was looking for. It was maybe the fifth time he’d heard the cold open for the hotline and he still couldn’t get over how utterly uninterested she sounded while delivering it.

“Um, I’m looking for a specific person, actually,” he said. “Extension forty-six?”

“Hold, please.”

Peter felt himself relax as the hold music began playing. Getting past her was the hardest part; here, he moved on to someone who didn’t judge him. Or, at the very least, didn’t sound like they were judging him. Peter didn’t have to hide. His Daddy let him be unashamedly himself while they fucked.

The line finally connected, cheesy saxophone music abruptly cutting off in his ear, and Tony’s smooth voice purred at him through the earpiece. “Hey there, sweet thing.”

“‘Hey there’ yourself, Daddy.”

“Well, well, look who it is,” he said, laughing, while Peter bit back an excited giggle. “I haven’t heard from you in almost two weeks, baby boy. Where’d you run off to?”

“Just living life,” Peter answered. He moved to lay down on his stomach and prop his head on a folded arm, ankles crossed and resting on top of his abandoned pillow. “But I missed you.”

The growl that answered sent chills up Peter’s spine. His skin lit up.

“I missed you, too, Pete. I’ve been rather lonely since our last talk.” Peter liked to think that Tony was sincere, that he genuinely looked forward to Peter’s calls. It certainly helped that he recognized Peter’s voice.

Peter sighed contentedly and relaxed into his mattress. This was exactly what he needed after such a shitty day.

Tony seemed to pick up on his uneasiness. There was silence, probably drinking from his glass, before he said, “Heavy sigh, baby. What has my boy so worried?”

My boy. God, Peter was so fucked.

Peter intended to lie to him, but he liked pretending that Tony worried about him. It was hard to deny the man anything when he spoke like that, right in Peter’s ear. He supposed he could be vague enough, not going into too much detail so as not to take up too much of Tony’s time.

“I just fucked up at school,” Peter said. He repositioned himself to run fingers through his hair. “It was a public fuckup, so it’s not like the only people who know are my labmates. Hell, my advisor probably heard about it, too.”

“I’m sorry you had such a bad day. Anything I can do to make it better?”

Peter had hoped he would ask, and even if he didn’t, he knew just how to segue their conversation in his favor. “There is one thing I can think of,” he said, then lowered his voice to add, “Daddy.”

“Yeah, baby? What can Daddy do to make it better?”

Peter chewed on his lip before answering.

“I want you to fuck me.”

He could hear what might have been a choking sound on the other end of the line and tried not to smile at himself. The thought of surprising Tony by making demands made him a little lightheaded, but in the best way. He pushed himself up to kneel on his mattress while waiting for Tony’s response.

Tony groaned once he got a hold of himself. “That what you want, huh? Want Daddy to fuck you so hard you can’t think of anything else but his cock inside you?”

Peter held back a whine and nodded before remembering Tony couldn’t see him. “Yes, Daddy, I want it so bad.”

He was already growing hard in his pants, and he put a hand over his crotch to palm at the bulge there. He gave himself a few gentle squeezes but nothing more than that; Tony liked control, liked knowing that Peter listened to and obeyed him, and he didn’t want to come too quickly. He did roll up into his palm, though, to keep the ache from overwhelming him.

“What do we say when we want something, Peter?”

“Please.”

“That’s my good boy.”

Peter scrambled across his mattress to the nightstand drawer where he kept his lube and new toy. The lube still had the plastic seal around the cap, and he had to stop himself from excitedly ripping it off with his teeth. He returned to kneeling on the bed, the phone pressed tightly to his ear while he waited for Tony’s instructions.

“Tell me what you’re wearing, pretty boy. I wanna know what I’m tearing off you tonight.”

Peter looked down at himself, wincing at the shirt he was wearing. It was corny, a red short-sleeve shirt with the words If it wasn’t for physics and law enforcement, I’d be unstoppable written across the chest. Ned had gotten it for him for his birthday as a gag gift, not expecting Peter to unironically wear it in public. On his legs was a pair of dark skinny jeans.

He really didn’t have anything sexy in his closet.

Tony never seemed to mind. Even at Peter’s vague answer of just a t-shirt was enough to get a groan from him.

“I bet you’d look good in one of mine,” Tony said into his ear while Peter made quick work of removing his jeans and underwear. “You’d have it falling off your shoulder, barely fitting in it. God, you’d look so delicious, though.”

“Your T-shirt and nothing else?” Peter supplied, and he rolled his hips down into the mattress. “I wanna wear that instead. Can you imagine me like that?”

Tony hissed between his teeth and praised how good Peter would look in a black AC/DC number. Peter sucked his bottom lip into his mouth and ground against his bed again. God, what he would give to actually wear it, straddling Tony’s lap, with a hand larger than his climbing up his thigh and underneath the shirt’s hem. He whined at the mental image now seared in his brain.

“Yeah, baby boy, I definitely can,” Tony said, and Peter hoped he was getting himself off with that image. “Fuck, keep that shirt on, will you? Look so fucking good in my clothes. The only thing better than having you naked.”

Peter moaned and rocked down onto his mattress again, the black and red bottle of fruity lube catching his eye. His mouth watered at the sight of it. He needed something inside of him, and he needed it now.

“Daddyyy,” Peter whined. He reached for the lube. “I need you.”

“Need you too, baby. Want you so fucking bad.” Tony’s voice sounded so rough, so wrecked, and it was all because of Peter. That thought went straight to Peter’s dick. Peter was sure he could have come on that thought alone, no stimulation necessary.

“You got lube?” Tony asked, and Peter confirmed it, popping the cap open where he knew Tony could hear. “Get yourself nice and wet for me, baby. Open up for my cock. I’m gonna fuck you so good, it’s gonna ruin anyone else for you.”

Peter scrambled to get onto his back and set the phone by his pillow on speaker. The lube was cool on his skin as he dribbled it out onto his fingers; the artificially sweet smell of strawberries flooded his nostrils and aided in his hormone-drunk high. He licked a small stripe of it off his fingertip and hummed at the taste. It wasn’t as sweet as it smelled, but the flavor was there.

Unprompted, Tony’s voice came through the speaker: “Spread your legs for me, honey, let me see that sweet little hole of yours. Fuck, can I even get my fingers in you? You’re so goddamn tight.”

Peter’s mouth fell open when he reached between his thighs and the first finger breached through. Instead of a moan, a breathy, high-pitched noise squeezed itself from his throat. His head fell to the side, eyes locating his slim black cell, and he pressed the finger in all the way until his knuckles brushed against his ass.

Each breath was accompanied by a quiet exhalation as he slowly fucked his finger in and out of himself. He clenched his eyes shut. Maybe, he thought, he could pretend it was Tony’s finger pressing into him, another one sliding in beside the first to work him open, teaching his body to welcome the pleasant intrusion. But he knew it was his own fingers by the ache in his wrist and their slender and long size. He liked to think Tony’s would be bigger, thicker, much more pleasurable compared to his own.

Tony moaned next to his ear, and with his eyes closed, Peter could imagine the man was lying next to him and watching his face contort in pleasure from being fingered open.

“God, baby, you feel so fucking good.” Tony groaned on the last word. Was he working himself in his fingers or just acting? Either way, it set a fire in Peter’s chest.

Peter let out a desperate whine and bucked his hips up onto his fingers. “Please,” he begged, opening his eyes. He half-expected to see his Daddy there and was disappointed to find only his phone, still mid-call. “I’m going crazy, Tony, I need you.”

“Yeah, baby boy, I know. I got you.” Tony hissed, high and sharp. “You good to take my cock now? Let me hear you.”

A dejected whimper left his lips as Peter pulled his fingers out of himself. The empty feeling that accompanied their removal was an unfamiliar sensation. He grabbed for the dildo still at his feet and slicked it up quickly. Peter made no attempts to be quiet, and Tony chuckled.

“So eager. Tell Daddy how long you’ve been waiting for him to fuck you.”

“Day one,” Peter admitted as he moved to lie on his stomach and prop his ass up in the air on his knees, cheek now shoved into his pillow, with the dildo held awkwardly between his legs. The mattress dipped and bounced beneath his struggle to find balance. “I’ve wanted you since day one. Wanted you to pin me to the bed and fuck me until I couldn’t stand.”

“Be careful what you wish for.” Tony’s voice held a promise Peter could only wish to be kept. “I’m gonna put it in now. Slow and steady. I want you to feel every inch of it as my cock splits you open.”

Peter followed his instructions, pressing the head against his unused hole and prodding it with wet and sticky fingers until he could nudge it past the tight rim and inside. His breath caught in his throat with the initial penetration, and the pleasant slide and pressure of the silicone dick pushing further inside of him ripped a moan from him. A litany of Daddy, Daddy, yes, Daddy, please poured from his lips until the fake balls of the dildo laid against his own.

Peter let out a heavy breath muffled by the plush pillow on his cheek.

He’s full, so full. Every inch of it Tony’s.

His fingers curled into his bed sheets when he shifted, and the head pressed against something that sent liquid fire through his veins. Peter nearly bit his tongue from the shock of it.

“Daddy,” he cried, pulling the phone closer. On the other end, he swore he could hear Tony’s breath hitching as though he was working himself over, masturbating to the sound of Peter getting himself off.

“Good boy, taking all of Daddy’s cock,” Tony said into the phone, and the praise went straight to Peter’s neglected dick. He managed to resist touching it, ignoring that ache to shove his fingers into his ass. Now, he was so hard he hurt. “How is it, knowing only your Daddy can make you feel like this?”

Peter’s mouth opened but no sound came out. He moved his hips, not daring to do anything more without Tony’s permission.

“Fuck me, please,” Peter keened.

“I could never say no to you, baby boy. You want Daddy to be rough with you?”

“Yes!”

Peter’s fingers struggled to find a steady grip on the edge of the dildo; so much lube, the smell of strawberries permeating each breath he took, that he couldn’t get the silicone to move the way he wanted. It took some doing, but he managed to lock his fingers around the shaft and pull it out of himself slowly. With how awkward the angle was, his shoulder now digging into the mattress, he couldn’t manage to pull more than half of the fake cock out.

With a quick flick of his wrist, he shoved some of the dildo back into his hole. He gasped as it pulled at his rim. Some more lube slicked its way in and out of him, until he could start a steady pace.

Tony sat patiently on the phone and listened to each sound he made. In turn, Peter focused on the other man’s breathing and groaning. He worked himself up to a steady rhythm of the cock pushing in and out of himself, hard enough to make his bed squeak beneath him. He shoved the dick into himself hard, hitting his prostate with the head, and bucked his hips.

His cock begged for attention. He kept his other hand clutching at his pillow.

The squeaky mattress, the sloppy squelching of the generously-lubricated dildo pushing into him; Peter wondered if Tony could hear all of it over the debauched moans and pleading. The word Daddy almost exclusively left his lips with each thrust. Pleas of harder, faster were met with permission to fuck himself that way.

Tony’s admissions were scattered amongst a nearly-endless stream of praise. “So tight, baby. I can feel every inch of you on me. Just for me, aren’t you, baby? You’re made perfect just for me. I’m going to come inside you and eat it out, watching you squirm on my tongue. You’d take it so good, baby boy, like you always take me, and you’d fucking love it. Every inch of you is so goddamn perfect.”

Peter thrust his hips again to seek some sort of reprieve from the endless throbbing between his thighs. The things those words did to him…

“D-Daddy,” he stuttered as a hard thrust sent stars blooming behind his eyelids. “Daddy, please, I’m so close. I’m gonna come.”

“Come for me, Petey,” Tony said. He sounded like he was straining to smother his voice, holding back. Was he trying not to moan into the speaker?

Peter didn’t have time to dwell on that thought. His other hand gripped his dark cock so hard that his legs shook, and he was barely three pumps in before he spilled over his hand, strands of spunk tangling between his fingers and dripping down onto his bedsheets. Peter nearly screamed, Tony’s name on his lips as he buried his face into the pillow to drown out the sound so May didn’t get an awkward confrontation with the neighbors later.

He jerked himself furiously, the dildo pushed in as far as he could physically fit it, until the pain overwhelmed the pleasure. The sharp sting from the head of his dick under his fingers made him tear his hand away from himself.

On the phone, he could hear Tony had gone silent, breathing heavily. Peter frowned at having missed hearing his Daddy come, but made sure he was heard as he licked the sticky mess of seed and strawberries from his hand. That earned him a pained groan.

“Fuck, baby, I don’t have that kind of energy anymore,” Tony said, and Peter couldn’t hide his laughter. “But I appreciate the effort.”

The dildo took some work but Peter eventually pulled it out and tossed it onto the floor. He would have to remember to clean it before he used it the next time, and maybe find a better hiding place for it than his sock drawer. That one time May came close to finding it was the closest Peter had ever come to having a heart attack. He wasn’t looking for a repeat performance.

Peter laid on his side on the bed to purposely ignore the puddle of his release still resting on top of his bed sheets. Nothing grosser than laying in it, he thought.

“Thank you, Daddy,” he said after he caught his breath. “I needed that.”

“Anything for you.” Tony chuckled on the other end. “We should probably wrap this up. I feel guilty knowing you’ve paid a good chunk of cash for tonight.”

I want to stay, Peter thought, but he caught himself before the words left his lips. Instead, he just agreed with a quiet, “Yeah. You’re right. I’ll catch you later, Tones.”

“Hey, now, don’t sound so disappointed. I could never ignore your calls, my sweet boy. I’ll always answer for you.”

For once, Peter’s thankful Tony can’t see how his smile didn’t quite reach his eyes. He bid Tony goodnight and hung up. One breath, and then two. He really needed to clean up; his sheets and toy needed to be washed, and he needed a shower.

May still wasn’t home when he started the washing machine and when he finished bathing. He caught his wet-haired reflection in the mirror and tried not to cringe at just how disappointed he looked.

“He’s a sex line operator,” Peter said to himself while pushing wet curls from his forehead, “nothing more.”

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