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sarnai4 · 2 days
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Opening Up
About opening up...Dagur kinda doesn't. (Spoilers ahead)
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This is something I've seen some fans talk about where they say Dagur would reveal personal information easily. I see where they're coming from with this. Looking at Dagur, I'd expect that too. He's outspoken, emotional, unrestrained, etc. He seems like someone who could randomly say, "I had a good cry today," and it wouldn't be anything surprising. HOWEVER, that changes for me when I look at the proof from the show. If Dagur was half as open about things as this would imply, then we wouldn't be forced to speculate so much about his past and the things that have happened to him. In another case of me spending too much time studying Dragons (probably. Still worth it), I tried to collect all the examples of Dagur sharing information. They have something in common. Each time, there's a specific reason. I'll go in chronological order.
In "Enemy of My Enemy," Dagur tells Hiccup how revenge can make you do things you didn't think you were capable. This was an interesting moment of really getting to see how the villain we saw Dagur be wasn't who he always was. It even shocked him how extreme his actions became. This has the potential to be some heavy stuff, but he didn't just outright say it for fun. He said it because he saw Hiccup going down that same path. This isn't, "I can't believe the things I've done and really need someone to talk to." It's, "I see you following in my footsteps and they led me in a terrible direction. I don't want that for you."
It takes Dagur F.O.R.E.V.E.R. to admit he didn't kill Oswald. Even as a good guy, he doesn't say it easily. In "Family on the Edge," he implies that something Heather said out of the sent her adrift, killed their dad, and tried to kill them list wasn't true, but he doesn't just say it. He writes it in the letter, admitting that and how he was worried that the other Berserkers wouldn't follow him otherwise. If he wanted to do it for emotional release reasons, he could've just said the first time or even told her way back when he thought they were on the same side. Rather than that, he puts it in a letter so that her final relative won't be quite as bad as she thinks he is.
In "Searching for Oswald...And Chicken," Dagur has two moments. First, he tells Heather how he's spent most of his life in varying stages of existential crisis. (Just wow for that. Wish we had heard more about it because that is quite the emotional load he nonchalantly dropped) Again, this clearly isn't to get something off his chest because it's not even something he brings up again. He just tells her so that she'll have proof he knows what is meaningless, hopefully getting her to stop throwing herself in harm's way to find Oswald. Later, he tells Hiccup he keeps anger, frustration, and rage to himself. This also isn't to share so much as to prove he can keep secrets and deserves to be trusted with the location of Vanaheim.
Then, we have "In Plain Sight." There, we find out he used to get bullied. He waited until as much of the last moment as possible to tell Fishlegs and Snotlout this. They had already flown from the Edge to Berserker Island and were literally walking down to meet Ansson. So, I don't think it's him wanting to share sensitive information. It's him knowing they're about to be there with the bully and since Ansson doesn't care about playing nice, it's going to be obvious that he used to bully him. This is just softening the blow a little by telling them first. Didn't really help, though, since they still laughed at him being called "Dainty." (Not cool even though I get how weird it would be to hear someone call him that)
Unless I'm mistaken, that's everything. I don't think there's another time when Dagur reveals something personal. Each of these had some deeper purpose. This is why I don't believe Dagur would start speaking about his past traumas without a prompt. Now, I'll say I do enjoy having him talk about this in stories and I support other writers who do. I just believe it takes a little nudge. He's not going to sit down next to someone and talk about his time in jail. He has literally never spoken about his time in jail in the entire show except the first RTTE episode to say that he spent 3 years thinking about Hiccup. So, it actually leaves a lot of room to be creative with what his past even has first, then what situation would get him to spill the beans.
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fuckaperioddrama · 7 days
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Lorenzo Berkshire Headcanons
Theodore Nott Headcanons
Mattheo Riddle Headcanons
Blaise Zabini Headcanons
Masterlist
Warning: Toxic / Enzo | Fem!Reader | Mentions of Cheating | Rough Sex | Dirty Talk | Manipulation | Mentions of Oral Sex (Male and Female Performing) | Mentions of Alcohol and Drug Consumption | Hints at Threesome/Foursome | Edging | Degradation Kink | Mentions of Violence
Proofread, but I'm sure there's mistakes.
Author's Note: OH! SOME OF Y’ALL ARE ABOUT TO BE REAL MAD AT ME. I feel like the other boys have a lot of grey areas. There are some things we disagree on, but generally we’re all pretty much on the same page. LORENZO BERKSHIRE??? So many different takes.
Lorenzo Berkshire first appeared in a Draco Malfoy Fanfiction. “Filthy,” by babynaomi. You can find it on Wattpad, but here’s the link. It’s completed!
The author also has a series called, “The Diary of Lorenzo Berkshire." Y’all can find the link for that here. It’s ongoing!
I’m keeping in mind how the author wrote him, but I’m also giving myself a lot of creative freedom. This is all a combination of how I think Enzo is based off of what I’ve read and also how I imagine him. I don’t want to write him exactly as someone else has portrayed him. Once again, some of you guys might strongly disagree with me and that’s okay! No one is right, we’re all just having fun.
Anyways. Without further ado…
Lorenzo Charles Berkshire!
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Lorenzo Berkshire | Physique
6’4 | He’s the second tallest in the group after Theo
I imagine him to be very broad and lean.
Broad shoulders, big chest, Like a thick Dorito, you know?
Everything about him is big
Big hands, feet, forearms, just…big
| Theo is the kind of tall where as you get closer to him you’re like, “Oh wow, this guys pretty tall.” Whereas with Lorenzo, you can see this man from 20 feet away and just KNOW. You just KNOW |
I don’t know why, he just seems like he’s into health and fitness but to an annoying extent?
Like why the fuck are you running 4 miles at 5:00 AM, Lorenzo? Go back to bed.
He puts a lot of effort into his appearance, but he's also someone who is effortlessly flawless
He tries, but even when he doesn’t he still looks perfect.
He's guy that puts you in a trance. No thoughts, just admiration.
Lorenzo Berkshire | Personality
Lorenzo Berkshire is frustrating.
He’s one of those ‘nice guys’ that reads poetry, plays piano, is into the the classics, and overall seems very aesthetically pleasing.
From afar, it’s easy to admire him. To want him.
But then you have an actual conversation with him and you end up fantasizing about punching him in his stupid, pretty face.
Mansplains.
Automatically assumes everyone isn’t as smart as he is. Even if you say you know what he’s talking about, there’s no way someone like you could possibly comprehend him.
GOD COMPLEX!
If you’re not in his friend group then you’re beneath him.
Only time he’s somewhat pleasant to people outside of his group is when he wants something. Usually sex.
Genuinely enjoys making people upset. He thinks if he can affect someone emotionally then he is automatically the one in charge in that situation and he likes being in charge.
Somehow is still popular? Everyone loves him and hates him at the same time.
Charming asshole.
There's just something about him that draws people in.
Inserts himself as a leader amongst everyone, but he can’t do that with the boys. He definitely tries from time to time, but they shut him down immediately.
He does fit into the aesthetic he portrays.
Reading by the black lake while enjoying a mini picnic he packed for himself
Loves art. I feel like he’d collect art pieces for himself and also really enjoys poetry
He is drawn toward nature and really does see the beauty in everything around him.
He’d spend a good 5 minutes just staring a spider web, admiring it’s beauty appreciating the work that went into it.
He sees a cigarette bud on the sidewalk and thinks it’s ‘poetic’ looking.
He observes the female body in all its art forms and he explores every inch of it every second he gets.
With multiple subjects. Sometimes two or three at a time.
He’s also a major party animal.
Drinking games, piercing loud music, and sex is an average weekend for him.
Never gets hungover and will burst into the boys rooms screaming GOOD MORNING at the top of his lungs after a night out just to piss them off
Despite his party boy behavior, he actually excels in school. Participates in class, high marks, etc
He's smart, but not super smart. He has to dedicate some time to study in order to keep his grades.
Can totally see him being a teachers pet. He takes pride in being favored by people in positions of power. He feels like it gives him power.
Very confident in his looks.
Keeper in Quiddditch because it feeds his ego. No one can make it past him.
Smokes weed. More of a drinker though.
Would and has done a keg stand.
Lorenzo Berkshire | Casanova
SLUT!
He has sex all the time and it’s never a secret.
He’s always talking about who he fucked, where he fucked them, and he likes to rate them too.
He keeps a mental note of who is the best at what so he knows who to go back to for certain things.
He has a blowjob person, a doggy style person, and a ‘will let me do whatever to them no questions asked’ person.
Egotistical Dirty Talker
He likes to praise himself and be praised
Listen to you. Whimpering like that already? I’ve barely even started.
It feels good doesn’t it? Tell me how good it feels.
You can't find better than this. You know nobody can compare me.
He goes on dates and has had a few girlfriends.
He loves the rush of everything being new. First kiss, first touch, first fuck.
He always cheats when he’s in a relationship with these women. He has some friends with benefits who he disguises in his social circles as just friends
He likes seeing his girlfriend fall in love with him, it makes him feel desired. But once he gets bored of her he immediately breaks it off.
It’s a complete flip too. He genuinely seems like he cares about them and then out of nowhere it’s like he just turns it off.
Will keep them on rotation though. Whenever he’s horny he texts a bunch of random people and will fuck whoever responded first.
Then when he leaves he’ll fuck whoever responded second.
Lorenzo Berkshire | Friend
Closest to Draco, but still has a unique special bond with all the boys
He’s had these individual moments with each of them that really made them closer
He’s a good friend to have,
He’s always there to help out and cheer the boys up when they’re having a bad day.
The jokester of the group and always knows how to make them laugh
He will defend his boys against anyone. He can say whatever he wants about them, but the second an outsider disrespects them he tears them apart.
He cares about them, but he has a temper.
Becomes a complete asshole when he feels threatened by one of them.
He is a jealous person and if one of the boys does better than him at something he lashes out.
Eggs them on, does petty shit behind their back like put itching powder in their underwear or hide their notes before a test.
He’s the center of most arguments in the group, but they always just punch it out and move on
At the end of they day, they love him and he loves them | Men are weird.
Lorenzo Berkshire | Boyfriend
Obsessive
He sees you as his other half
Since he thinks very highly of himself he feels like you’re some sort of a goddess to be the only woman to ever grab his full attention.
He never stops thinking about you. It drives him CRAZY
He’s always staring at you because everything about you is perfect to him.
Even when you’re stressed, sad, tired, or are not feeling like your normal self physically or emotionally he still is absolutely enthralled by you. Bad days and good days. He'll take it all. All of you every second.
Genuinely thinks you could do no wrong and will back you up in any situation.
You burned down a house? Must have had your reasons. | He supports women’s rights and wrongs.
He actually enjoys it when other guys flirt with you. He likes to watch their reaction when he walks up to you guys and claims you as his right in front of them.
Arrogant strides, one foot after the other before he yanks you to him, your eyes meeting his in surprise. He puts one hand on the back of your neck and the other on your waist as he ravenously presses his lips against yours. His tongue invades your mouth and his hands wonder instantly, groping every part of you. Your thoughts cloud as you mold yourself into his touch and all the while Enzo is staring at the guy the entire time.
The next day he finds them in some secluded hallway and breaks their jaw. He holds them by the collar, staring at them with a smile as the blood runs from their mouth.
I'm going to break one bone for each time you flirt with my girlfriend. Next one will be your neck.
You can never talk to another guy for long before Enzo is by your side and claiming you as his for everyone to see
Enzo is big on Physical Touch because it feeds his ego that he is the only one that can touch you.
Plus touching you just feels so damn good.
Pulling you into dark corners of the library and walking out with you sporting 2 love bites on your neck and at least seven on your thighs.
Hand low on your back, always touching your ass just a little bit as you walk.
Gripping the very top of your thighs when you sit together.
He always has his hand slightly under your skirt and a bit too high for everyone else’s comfort.
But if you dare try to move it, growing shy of everyone’s looks, he stares you down immediately.
Try to move my hand again, Princess. I’ll move it up higher and teach you a lesson right here in front of everyone. You want that? You want me to make you cum in front of all these people?
But if the stares bother you too much then Enzo would drag you back to his dorm so he can touch you in private.
Enzo enjoys the soft touches as well as the rough ones.
He touches you like it’s the last time he’ll ever be able to
Desperate hands clinging to you, holding your head in his hands as he kisses your forehead and rubs your cheeks with his thumbs.
Pulling you in for hugs that last forever, savoring every moment.
Slow and loving kisses every morning when you wake up and every night before you go to bed. He thinks it’s ‘good luck’ to start and end his day with a kiss.
He gets so moody if you ever wake up before him and leave without giving him a one.
He’ll storm up to you no matter where you are or who you’re with and he’ll just grab you and start smothering you with kisses.
Forehead, cheek, nose, lips, neck, wherever.
I need to compensate for my loss.
Huge romantic. Goes above and beyond.
Candlelit dinners, picnics, vacations, and he will spend days, weeks, or even months planning out every single detail.
Nothing ever goes wrong because he doesn’t let it. If something falls through then he’ll find a way to make it happen anyways. You will get nothing less than the best.
Enzo likes to spoil you
Gift Giving
While dating Enzo your wardrobe will continue to grow.
There’s just something so sexy to him about seeing you wear things he bought you.
Clothes, shoes, bags, necklaces, bracelets, etc.
Would buy you a promise ring early into the relationship because he loves fast and hard. Also because he likes to look at the ring on your finger.
And make sure everyone else looks at the ring on your finger.
He likes to let everyone know how much he spoils you so they know they could never compete with him.
But there's also moments that he saves just for when it’s the two of you, wanting the intimacy of being alone.
Without fail he always shows up at your door with a fresh bouquet and your favorite treat once a week. Never on the same day though. He likes to keep you on your toes.
Gift baskets. Lorenzo Berkshire is a gift basket man. He likes to buy you multiple things because he feels like only gifting you one item is never enough.
He would never just leave the items in the bag because he wants to have it nicely on display to you so he can see your reaction as your eyes scan all the different things.
He can and will give you the world.
Quality Time and Words of Affirmations
Enzo likes to spend time with you.
As I mentioned before, he sees you as an extension of himself so wherever he goes you go.
Sometimes you have to convince him to do things without you so that the boys can have a break.
They love you, but you see them roll their eyes as they try to talk to Enzo and his focus is solely on you.
He just sits next to you, kissing your jaw as he whispers in your ear
Do you know how sexy you look right now?
Mmmm, I love you so much.
You wanna get out of here? I'm hungry.
You’re just trying to do them a favor since Enzo would probably ruin his entire friend group if one of them even suggested not bringing you along
Enzo, it’s boys night! I can’t tag along on boys night.
Well why the fuck not?
He’s so stubborn. He can not fathom spending more than five seconds without you.
Eventually you’ll convince him to go have fun, but as soon as he’s done he’s back by your side in an instant.
That was awful, I’m never leaving you again.
You didn’t have any fun?
Of course I didn’t. Why would you even ask me that?
You’re being dramatic.
No, I’m not. You have to come next time. It's the only way Malfoy will make it out alive. If you’re with me there’s less of a chance I’ll beat him to the ground after hearing him complain for the hundredth time within the hour. Blaise had to stop me from killing him at least six times tonight.
If you’re there then I won’t have to explain to Narcissa why she can’t see her cry baby bitch of a son ever again.
You can’t help but laugh at his behavior, brushing him off before getting ready for bed.
And after any time spent without you, Enzo’s clingy behavior always becomes more intense. As soon as you wake up he's attached at the hip, making up for lost time and doing everything for you as an excuse to stay close to you
But Enzo has a funny way of doing things for you. He always incorporates a little bit of teasing into his Acts of Service
Bending down to lace your shoe and grabbing your hand afterwards as he looks into your eyes and presses a gentle kiss to your knuckle.
Flattening out the back of your ruffled uniformed skirt as you standup, grabbing your ass in the process.
Replacing your conditioner when the bottle starts to run low and leaving a note right next to it
“So your hair still feels silky smooth when I hold it while you choke on my cock.
Broom closet later?
Your Enzo”
Even though he likes taking care of you, it’s never for free.
Giving you his notes if you miss class, bringing you tea on late studying nights, or going out to buy you your favorite snacks when you ask him to
He always walks up to you, a grin on his face as he turns his head to the side and awaits his payment. You smile softly and press a kiss against his cheek.
Thank you, Enzo.
I’m at your service, Angel.
Now where’s my tip?
Lorenzo Berkshire | Committed Lover
Dating Lorenzo Berkshire is not for the weak.
Once again, Enzo loves to tease you.
Edging. Enzo will edge you for HOURS and he watches you every second
Sitting on the floor of his room, your heart thumping against your chest as you feel the pressure in your abdomen build before being ripped from of you. You cry in frustration looking up at Enzo through the reflection of the mirror in front of you. Your back is rested against his front, your legs spread wide open as he continues to pleasure and torture you at the same time.
Enzo! Please let me cum! Please!
I think I want to enjoy the view just a little while longer.
Degradation kink. Enzo prefers to be the dominant one because he loves being in control of you.
After edging you he’ll look you in the eyes as he spits in his hand wraps it around his huge, veiny cock. Up and down his hand begins to move, taking his pre-cum and using it as extra lubrication. He bites his lip as his eyes slowly move down your body. Fuck. His pace quickens and he rolls his head back, letting out the most bone chilling moan.
Beg for it.
Enzo...I need you
You can do better than that, baby. Tell me how much you need me to fuck you. Tell me how much of whore you are for me.
He lets you top sometimes.
He only does it if he’s feeling tired, lazy, or if he’s just in the mood to sit back and watch.
Arms rested behind his head as he looks up at you with a smirk. Something about watching you use him just does something to him.
Go on, darling. Do your worst.
And you do. Bouncing on his cock so hard the headboard starts bang against the wall. Pretty soon Enzo’s eyes roll to the back of his head and he’s gripping onto the sheets for the life of him as you fuck the soul out of his body.
It’s now you wearing the smirk as your boyfriend hangs his mouth open, gasping for air. He can barely comprehend a thing other than the feeling of your wet pussy moving up and down his cock
I’m not sure you can handle my worst, darling.
Enzo smiles to himself as you put him in his place. He had finally met his match and he couldn’t be happier.
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When writing Theo’s it just felt like complete thirst. Mattheo? Sad boy energy. Lorenzo’s feels very analytical. I feel like I’m turning in a research paper.
I want to write one more headcanon before I dive into some fanfics.
I want to do Blaise next, but I want to hear from you guys first? I know his backstory, but I don’t get him as a character at all? Creating one for him would help me understand him better, but y’all would be interested in that? I might just do it for myself anyways because this man deserves some love.
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marshymallo · 3 months
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i hear the secrets that you keep…
when you’re talking in your sleep
pairing: mike schmidt x gn! reader
synopsis: you’re abby’s latest babysitter, but there’s just one problem… her older brother is really hot and you may just have a crush on him. good thing he has no idea though, right?
tags: fluff, second person pov, two idiots in love (neither one knows until now), takes place after the fnaf movie, slight use of the song/lyrics bc it's more fun that way
word count: 1.7k (wow-)
a/n: welcome to 'i came up with a cute idea for a fic and then was encouraged by several people to make it so i did' otherwise known as my first time writing fanfiction. constructive criticism is welcome and, in fact, highly encouraged! i’m not a great writer and this was just for fun, but i’m always willing to improve. leave a like, comment, and reblog if you enjoy this!
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9:31 pm
it's been a few months since everything happened at the pizzeria. mike had been able to find some more jobs and even more ways to get fired from them. this most recent job had the best pay by far, but the hours were still awful. ever since he worked at freddy's, he just couldn't seem to find another job that wasn't working the graveyard shift. as mike tries to come his unruly hair, a useless endeavor, there came a quiet knock at the door. he opens it and there's you, abby's newest (and longest) babysitter and quite literally the most attractive person he thinks he's ever seen.
mike had first seen you at the grocery store, wait, no- the ice cream shop? god, he really needs to sleep more… it was both. when he worked as security in the mall, you were working at the ice cream shop in the food court. and, somehow, you always had his usual order ready for him before he had even come up to the counter. you were grocery shopping when he (literally) bumped into you. abby insisted that she could push the shopping cart just before she ran it into your side.
in that moment, mike had decided two definitive things. one: abby was never allowed to push the cart again until she was was taller than it and two: you looked really fucking cute while you were cursing under your breath so his little sister wouldn't hear such vulgar language. mike kept apologizing profusely for abby when even when you kept insisting that you were completely fine. the two of you lost track of time just talking and catching up with one another that neither of you had even noticed abby wandered off and collected the rest of the groceries by herself until she returned with a cart overflowing with snacks and sweets.
before abby dragged her brother to the register, you had written your phone number on the back of your grocery list and handed it to him saying, "it was really nice catching up with you. don't be a stranger, alright?" you hadn't anticipated him to call you that night, jumping at the sudden sound of your landline's obnoxiously loud ringing in your house.
"hey, it's mike. look, can i ask you a favor? abby's babysitter just cancelled on me last minute…" you arrived at the schmidt household not even twenty minutes later, holding some tupperware containers with food and dessert which had abby wrapped around your finger in an instant.
that fateful saturday was almost a month ago, now. mike still hadn't been able to pay you, but you kept shrugging him off. you always wore a soft smile on your face when you would tell him "i'm not doing this for the money, mike. i'm doing it because you're my friend." which is exactly what led you to where you were now: awkwardly admiring mike as you stood at his front door while preparing to watch abby for the night.
"you should really just expect me to be early by now, y'know? the day i show up late to look after my favorite schmidt is the day hell freezes over."
"your favorite schmidt? ouch… who knows? maybe one day you'll surprise us all and be just one minute late," he jokes.
"uh huh, sure…" you trail off, staring at mike as he continues to get himself ready. his curly hair fighting against him and his comb, but it looks so soft and so good on him. and he hasn't had time to trim his facial hair in a bit, but it really works for him. has being perpetually tired with eyebags ever looked so good on a man? you're so caught up in admiring him that when he turns to look at you, you avert your gaze and pretend to be fascinated by whatever was on the television.
"are my clothes too wrinkled?" he asks, one eyebrow ever-so-slightly raised as he glances at you. if looking good was a crime, mike would be given the death sentence…
"i don't think so.. then again, you're asking the person wearing an old hoodie and sweatpants…" you mention. he breathes out a laugh. "i'll take it."
mike reaches past you to grab his backpack. you can smell a hint of the cologne he put on from how close he is and god be damned if it doesn't make him even more attractive. "i'll see you when i get back," he says softly.
you let out a small "see you!" only to receive a tight-lipped smile as he gently closes the door behind him. you groan as you hand your head in your hands. you and your hopeless crush on the brother of the girl you were babysitting…
6:52 am
mike is exhausted as he pulls into the driveway with a yawn. he sluggishly walks to and leans against the front door. he can feel the sleep in his eyes and the tiredness of late hours fogging his brain as he misses the lock with his key a few times. when he opens the door, it swings open and slams against the wall from the force of his body resting upon it. shit.
you're curled up on the couch and asleep, moving slightly underneath the small throw blanket. he sets his stuff down gentler than when he opened the door so as not to wake you while tip-toeing his way down the hall to check on abby. she's asleep in her bed, tucked in and surrounded by her stuffed animals. there's a book on the nightstand indicating that the ten-year-old bargained that she would only go to sleep if you read to her. this wasn't true, of course, but abby loved to hear your tired voice read to her.
mike slowly crept his way back into the living room, just noticing the noise and soft glow of the tv as an infomercial murmurs in the background. he grabs the remotes and turns it off, the faint buzzing ceasing. you shift around again as soon as he does so, but you never wake. mike pauses his movements, awkwardly hovering over you in case you do wake up, eventually deciding you're still asleep before he quietly shuffles back to where he dropped his things. he felt bad waking you, especially since he recently found out that you, too, were struggling with sleeping at night.
he goes into the kitchen to grab a glass of water, only to see that you've cleaned the room and washed the dishes for him again. after the first time he noticed it, he insisted that you didn't need to do that for him. that he was perfectly capable of doing it himself. your response every time? "you always come back exhausted, mike. i can clean a few dishes and tidy up one room for you." he's thankful for it, for you, honestly. you just… wanted to do nice things for him. and for abby. god knows that girl loved you to death. so much so that she had even started including you in her endless colorful drawings.
mike checks the time on the microwave. 6:58 am. he'd let you sleep until 7:30. or maybe 8? he'll wake you up when abby wakes up, he decides. mike walks past you on the couch again when he hears you mumbling to yourself. at first, he thinks he's accidentally woken you up. but then, mike hears you babbling complete gibberish. he huffs out a laugh before he hears something actually intelligible.
"w…n…love you, mike…" he freezes. before he can question what just happened, you go completely silent, moving underneath the blanket once more. did he hear that right? you…love him?
all of a sudden, an alarm goes off. your alarm clock, indicating that it's already 7 am. the alarm clock you brought from home just so you could wake up early to help abby get ready for her day, how could he forget? you stir awake only to see mike frozen and staring at you from above, jaw slack and a dumbstruck look on his face. a few moments pass before he comes back to reality.
"good morning…" you mutter with a yawn. similar to how abby loved hearing your soothing voice lull her to sleep, mike loved hearing your deep and raspy morning voice as you were first waking up.
"hey… sleep good?" mike's thoughts are racing at this point, only to be disrupted by you stretching your arms above your head and asking, "yeah. did you just get back?"
"um, yeah…" he stumbles away from the couch before adding, "y'know… you were talking in your sleep…"
"did i? was it something embarrassing?" you joke, but the tense silence is the only answer you need. "well shit, what did i say?" you inquire.
"it's… nothing really. just something stupid. don't worry about it-"
"i'm going to worry about it until you tell me, mike. what did i say?" you cut him off. and it's true, you won't stop thinking about what you might've said until mike tells you. it's a fact that both of you were well aware of.
"just, um, you told me that you love me…?" mike is met with absolute silence. when he gathers up the courage to glance at you, all he can see is your wide-eyed stare in disbelief.
"is this some sort of joke?? because it's not very funny, mike-" you defend.
"what?- no, it's not a joke-" he startles at your response. "i just- …do you? …love me?"
your head hangs in your hands from embarrassment. he can just barely make out a muffled 'mhmm' and head nod as you refuse to look at him. the gentle warmth of mike's hand is placed on your shoulder as he uses his other hand to lift your chin to gaze up at him.
you stare into his eyes. has mike always looked at you with such a comforting and alluring gaze? you can feel his warm breath against your skin and you're sure that here, in this moment, you've never been closer nor wanted to be closer to mike than right now. you lean in, just a little more and…
"ARE YOU TWO FINALLY DATING?!"
aaaaaaaaaand abby's awake…
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final author's note: if you're reading this, thank you so much! this is my first time actually writing fanfiction. it was fun, but i'm not entirely sure i'll ever do it again because writing really isn't my strong suit- if you wanted to write a mike schmidt x reader using this prompt idea, tag me!! i'd love to read it! i hope you enjoyed :))
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the-kr8tor · 8 months
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Hello can you please do a jealous Hobie x reader
Where they were out at a party while at the party reader just happened to see one of her male best friends and they're like in a back room smoking together and Hobbit just happens to walk in to see readers male best friend blowing smoke in her mouth 😊🥰
You don't have to put in the smoking pot if you don't want to 😊😋
Hello hun! Thank you for your request! I changed some things, hope you don't mind!
Some drinking and smoking, a lot of cursing. 1.2k
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You feel lightheaded, the booming music pounds into your skull, coupled with the bright strobe lights, and people screaming over the loud music trying to hear each other, you feel your social battery draining with every clink of glass.
Partying seemed like a good time for the first two hours of being there, but as the night continues on, you just want to go to bed, and wash the smell of cheap beer off of you.
The only good thing about this is spending time with Hobie.
You wince when another screech of a guitar riff booms out of the speakers, you lean towards Hobie's ear, an excuse falling on your lips.
"I'm gonna go to the loo for a bit"
"Sure, love. I'll watch your drink" Hobie moves your pint closer to his while he continues talking to his friend.
You slide off the booth, fixing your shirt. Weaving through the sea of people, you try to avoid crashing into them, the wc sign looks like a beacon, beckoning you for a much needed reprieve.
Suddenly you hear your name getting called, or rather screamed at you. You do a 180 trying to find who called you.
"Here! On your right!"
You're not sure if that was for you, still you looked to your right. Lo and behold you see your old high school mate, peeking behind the doors to the bar's balcony.
"David! Is that you?!" You squint trying to find his distinguishable features.
"Yeah! Get your arse over here!" He opens the door fully for you.
Scrambling towards the door, you try to push past dancers. Finally entering the balcony, your best friend hugs you tightly, slightly lifting you off the floor. You giggle at your reunion.
"Holy shit, duck! Long time no see!" He pulls away, taking a good look at you. "I haven't seen you since graduation! You look fucking fit!"
"Shut it, you arse!" you playfully slap his arm.
"Come, it's quieter over there" he leads you towards the railings, bringing out a fancy case of smokes. "You want a ciggie?" He offers you one. You take it.
You whistle at the fancy engravings on the cigarette case.
"Wow, Daddy dearest is still paying your bills? You daddy's boy" you tease him as he helps you light your cigarette with a matching lighter to the fancy case. "Fucking hell, even the lighter!"
"Shut up! It was a gift!" He teasingly shoves you. "Do you remember when we used to sneak around chain smoking in our attic?"
"Yeah, we almost burned your dad's postcard collection" you laugh at the memory.
"So how're you?"
You two get to talking, exchanging stories, remembering fond memories, until you get to talking about your love life.
"Ooh, little duckie has a man" he jokingly blows smoke on your face.
Meanwhile Hobie leans against the doorway, watching the interaction. He got worried when you didn't come back to the table. Basically searching the entire bar, he finally found you cozying up to an unknown man.
See Hobie isn't usually a jealous person, whenever someone flirts with you, while he's sidled up close to you, egging them on.
"Can I have that drink too?"
"Oh shit, look at that black card, you're loaded bruv"
"She has two left feet, I'm available though"
"Mate, you like the Ramones too? What's your favourite song?"
"Oof, nice shoes bruv"
He does this because he trusts you fully, at the end of the day, he's the one who goes home with you. Of course whenever someone gets a little too touchy, or invades your personal space, he jumps to being protective. If they don't let up, he's more than ready to square up.
When he sees the blond blowing smoke on your face as you giggle, it's the same smile you give him, he sees the man lightly push your shoulder. Something snaps at him, his ears ring, he didn't even catch what the man said.
Hobie stomps towards you, not noticing him, you continue on smiling and talking to your friend.
Feeling a familiar arm snaking around your waist, you look towards Hobie, His eyes glare angrily at your friend, a dark aura emanates from him.
Hobie's knuckles shake as he clenches it tighter, he's ready to strike.
Noticing his emotion, you quickly try to douse his anger, but he opens his mouth before you.
"Who the fuck are you?" He holds on to your waist tighter "and why the fuck are you flirting with her?"
Some nosy people start looking towards your way. You try to speak up, but again David beats you to it.
"I'm guessing this is your man? I'm David a –"
"Fuck off, David" he barks out "stay the fuck away" he angrily points at your friend.
David gestures in surrender "alright, mate, calm down, she's all yours" Hobie already turned his back away. David winks at you, thank god, Hobie didn't catch that.
Hobie guides you by your hand, you try to explain but he couldn't hear you through the blaring music.
He brings you outside, Hobie heads towards an alley, you follow closely behind, trying to get his attention.
"Hobie! Will you stop?"
Hobie kicks an abandoned box, sending it flying across the alley.
"Shit, I'm sorry" he breathes heavily, his left eye twitches. "Fuck, you okay?" Hobie finally turns towards you.
"Yeah, are you okay? I've never seen you so angry" you cross the gap between you, you tentatively try to hold him. "Just breathe" your hands hover over his arms.
He takes a deep breath, slowly calming down. Hobie pinches the space between his eyes.
"Better?" You rub his arms lovingly.
"Yeah" he avoids your eyes, his eyebrows still knit together in anger.
You can finally explain everything "Hey, David's a close friend of mine since highschool, trust me you don't have to worry about him" you hug his torso.
"I'm not jealous"
"Sure, of course not" you cup his jaw, he finally looks you in the eye.
"I'm not bloody jealous" he huffs, looping his fingers through the belt loop of your jeans, bringing you closer to him.
"I know" you placate him "but hypothetically if you were, you don't have to worry, you're it for me, babe"
You move your hands over his neck, guiding him down towards your face. "Whether it's an old friend, or some stranger, know that they'll never replace you in my life, I love you Hobie Brown, never forget that"
Hobie looks into your eyes, searching for an ounce of dishonesty, he found none, except for love and affection towards him.
He drops his forehead on yours, savoring all the love that oozes out of you. You close your eyes as you rub circles over his neck, trying to ease the tension folded into his muscles.
"Love you too. let's go home, yeah?" He reluctantly pulls away, holding your gaze.
You nod enthusiastically, "does that love extend to apologizing to David?" You ask, testing the waters.
Hobie tilts his head, with a slight glare, non verbally saying 'why would I do that?'
Understanding what he means, you continue "I invited him to lunch tomorrow" you smile, gauging his reaction.
Hobie drops his head on your shoulder with a slight thump, he groans, realizing he needs to make peace with your friend.
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Hope you liked it angel! Thank you again for requesting, and for being patient ❤️❤️❤️
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ladychota · 8 months
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Memories
Pairing - Loki x Female Reader
Warnings - Drunk reader (lmk if you want me to add anything)
Summary - After getting drunk, Y/n seeks out the person she misses most.
Word Count - 900
A/N - I had this idea after listening to the song 'Memories' by Conan Gray on repeat so hopefully it's okay, I'm having a bit of writers block atm 😭
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You stumble down the street, not entirely sure where you're going. Okay, maybe that's a lie. You do know where you're going, but you can't seem to stop yourself. 
It's late. Very late. And it's raining, fat blobs of water tumbling from the sky and landing on your face and shoulders and clothes. A shiver ripples through your body.
Your hand trails along the wall of a building, your fingertips collecting the grime. The world seems to swerve and tip a little around you, but you don't really care. You know the way there like the back of your hand.
Before you know it, you're at that familiar chipped, black door, using the doorframe to keep you upright as you ring the bell.
It takes a moment for him to get to the door and open it, revealing to you the green eyes and ebony black hair you've missed so much. A clumsy smile spreads across your face.
Loki freezes for a moment, his brow furrowing in confusion. "Y/n? What are you doing here?"
"I just wanna talk," Your words are slow and mix together easily; just like squash and water.
"Are you drunk?" He asks now, moving to lean against the doorframe.
"Noooooo," You slur, blinking to try to keep your vision in focus. "Why on Earth would I be drunk?"
A shiver runs through you again, the rain starting to fall heavier over your already drenched body.
"Wow," You laugh, looking around at the wet surroundings. "Is your bro upset or some shit?"
Loki sighs and moves out of the way, gesturing for you to come in. "You can come in, just don't be too noisy. I don't need any more complaints from my neighbours,"
"You've got complaints for being too noisy?" You ask, knowing how quiet he is. You pull off your rain-ruined pumps and put them as neatly as your drunken brain will allow by his shoe rack.
"I actually got complaints because of Thor,"
"Ohhhh," You walk further into Loki's apartment, enjoying the familiarity. It's been a couple months since you've been here... you didn't dare come back after the break up.
You're ushered into the kitchen, where Loki brews you a nice, warm mug of tea. You sit at his breakfast bar, sipping it and feeling it warm your insides.
"So," He starts. "Are you going to elaborate on why you're here?"
"I said," You take another sip. "I just wanna talk,"
"About what?"
You shrug. "I didn't have anything in mind,"
Loki sighs and rubs his temples. "So you came here from where?"
"The club I think... or it might've been somewhere else,"
"Who were you with?"
"Nat and Wanda,"
"And what happened to them?"
You freeze, mug halfway to your lips. That's a good question. You last remember talking to them... when did you last talk to them? You purse your lips, setting the cup back on the counter.
"What's with all the questions?" You groan as your vision begins to swim. "Are you a..." You wave your hands in the air, trying to think of the correct word. "Person with the flashy car?"
"Flashy car...? Oh, a cop?"
"Bingo! Ding, ding, ding! I am the weakest link, goodbye," You place your head on the table, your swimming vision only worsening.
Loki sighs. "Okay, I think it's time for you to go home,"
"Noooo," You protest, a round of hiccups starting.
"Well, where else are you going to go, huh? Why did you even come here in the first place? I find it hard to believe that you just came here to talk," Loki's harsh tone catches you off guard - in your drunken state, you have no idea how to react.
You sit back up, your lip quivering as tears form in your eyes. "I just miss you and I wanted to see you again. I want you to stay in my memories but I can't get you out of my head! Everywhere I go it's just Loki, Loki, Loki..." You sniffle and hiccup, wiping your eyes with your hands. "I know you didn't wanna be friends or lovers but I do! I can't sleep or do anything without you!"
You sigh, silent tears falling down your face. Loki doesn't respond, his expression too difficult to read. You flop your head back onto the counter, the smell of Loki's cologne wiggling it's way into your mind and acting as a sleeping drought - in a mere moment, you're out for the count.
~★~
Loki quickly notices you're asleep, his response dying on his tongue. He sighs again, rubbing his tired eyes. It seems you'll be staying with him tonight.
Your limbs start to sag, so he sweeps you into his arms before you end up on the floor with a bleeding head. A wave of sadness floods his heart as he carries you through his apartment to his bedroom - it hasn't been long since he was carrying you to his bed, happy grins on your faces.
He places you carefully down on the bed, making sure your head rests on the pillow as he tucks you in. It's not like he would've got any sleep anyway, so he doesn't mind giving up his bed.
Another wave of sadness hits him, harder this time - he hates seeing you in such a state, your words slurred and brain mushed up from drinking to forget him...
"For what it's worth," He whispers, tucking a hair behind your ear despite you being oblivious to his words and actions. "I feel the same as you."
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Hi!!
I'm so excited for this event - I love seeing your writing, and this theme is so cute!!
For my request, may I suggest the combination of Jade with prompt 8 ("by the babbling brook"), and the emojis 🖌,🤝 and/or 🍵?
Best of luck (and have fun!) with your writing!!
*.゚+ヽ(○^▽^○)ノ゙ +.゚*
By the Babbling Brook; Jade Leech
Content; Fluff, gender-neutral reader, I allude to romance but you get to choose your ending ;)
Word Count; 700+
AN; The first of three Jade requests. I have no idea where all the Jade kissers came from, but I'm THRILLED to see it. Hope you enjoy your request! As a reminder, do not put my work — or others for that matter — into AI as it steals. Link to Masterlist
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It was a pleasant day, both in the weather — being not too hot, with a gentle breeze and fluffy white clouds dotting the sky — and in today’s activities. It was picturesque. For you see, you spent the majority of your day painting plein air by a quaint brook. You don’t really know what compelled you to grab the easel, brushes, and most likely expired paint that was just collecting dust in some random closet in Ramshackle, but you didn’t regret it. It was nice, just sitting under the shade of an aging birch tree and painting the scene in front of you. Just you, the sounds of nature, the gentle warmth of the sun, and your paints and easel.
Well, it was just you for the majority of the day. Seems like someone else had a similar idea.
“Prefect,” a familiar voice called behind you, “this is quite a pleasant surprise. I was not expecting to see you here.”
Looking behind you, you saw none other than Jade Leech carrying a wicker basket partially filled with mushrooms and a thermos bag slung across his chest. “Jade? I could say the same about you.” You would have thought that he would spend his summer in the sea with his family, but the mer-eel was very much still on land. At least for today, judging from his rather decent fungi haul. 
Jade let out a soft chuckle and chose to ignore the rather large chaga growth on the birch tree in favour of enjoying your company. He could always get it later, your company was far greater worth to him than the fungus anyhow. “I enjoy stretching my legs every so often, plus it serves as an opportunity to explore new places and-”
“Was Floyd getting on your nerves,” you ask, closing the cap on the paint you were using.
A small smile graced his face, and his eyes glimmered. “Hmm, perhaps. Why are you here, Prefect? May I see what you’re painting?”
He leaned over your shoulder and inspected your work. He was so close that you could smell sea salt, the earthy smell of mushrooms, and the scent of matcha. He hummed to himself and stepped out of your personal bubble, giving you a nod. “A rather lovely piece.”
You blinked, “Thank you.” And then you remembered his question. “Wanted to get out, get some fresh air. It is a lovely day, after all, would be a shame to spend it cooped up inside… Would you like to walk for a bit?”
Jade raised a brow, “Fair enough. And where to?” He looked at you with curious eyes, waiting for your answer.
“Wherever we please,” you answer. Painting could wait for later. “We can see where the brook brings us.”
So the two of you walked together beside the brook, an easy quiet with each other. But it was comfortable, and you knew that he would share eventually, so you felt no need to push or fill the air with awkward attempts at small talk. Until you reached a steep hill in which the brook ran under, eroding the soil to form an underground system.
Jade offered you his hand, “Looks like it ends just on the other side.” He looked back at you expectantly, his hand still outreached.
You grabbed it, and Jade helped the both of you get up the steep embankment. Upon reaching the top you saw a small pond, full of water lilies and looking like it was plucked out of a Claude Monet painting. The very setting of a fairy tale.
“Wow,” you breathed out and looked back to Jade.
But Jade wasn’t looking at the quaint pond, he was giving you a soft look instead. “I take it you’re happy with how this trip unfolded.”
You were still holding hands, but neither of you made any move to separate them. Screw it, you don’t get this chance every day. Take your shot! And you brought Jade’s hand to your lips, placing a kiss to his knuckles. You had wanted to do that small, yet world-shifting, action for what felt like forever, and so, you took it. “Beyond happy.”
His eyes widened before he let out a soft breath of air, bringing your hand up and placing a kiss on your wrist. “That’s wonderful… you’re wonderful.”
“You’re wonderful too, Jade.”
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astrowaffle · 4 months
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Wow you guys really seemed to like the steampunk AU, that post got way more attention than I was expecting, so here's some more information and stuff:
-The world is still like a videogame that they got trapped in but now it’s a steampunk adventure-y type game with circus elements 
-The adventures are probably a bit different
-They’re probably more like, fantasy adventure video game style things with like puzzles and fighting? Idk I'm not a big gamer I've never actually played any steampunk video games. What are those like?
-Instead of circus tent, there is a big wagon thingy that I'll draw eventually
-there's still not much of a story and I'm not sure If there'll ever be
-I'd also kinda want to make some mini comics for this au but I suck at coming up with ideas :/
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Pomni:  
-She likes to craft things
-friends with Gangle and Ragatha
-still very anxious but less anxious then normal Pomni?
-has a very logical mind and is good at puzzling things together but also doesn’t do well under pressure and typically panics in stressful moments where these skills might be useful
-She can play the flute because flutes are good, they are the best instrument. (I am totally not biased just because I play the flute in marching band)
-My headcanon for regular Pomni is that she’s less anxious than she initially is in the pilot after getting used to things, like, beyond the anxiety, her actual personality is very cheery and friendly, also very logical, because idk it just fits her somehow? So yea, that headcanon also applies to this au 
-but of course she is still an absolute nervous wreck because yes
-How else is she supposed to react in this situation
-also look at those fingerless gloves I want those
-the gears in her eyes turn when she is thinking
Gangle:
-Also likes crafting things
-friends with Pomni, Zooble, and Kinger
-she often borrows  sewing needles from Ragatha to sew her comedy mask back together when it’s torn, and also constantly tries to craft new ones
-She really likes her boots
-I don’t blame her those are some nice boots
-Ok wait a minute what if that little wing bow thingy on her head is actually a pen/quill that she can use to write stuff?
-ooooooh yes I like that
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Caine: 
-✨monocle✨
-He can control the time of day with the clock that’s on his hat
-It’s a lot harder for him to heal injuries in this world, he can’t just instantly fix anything anymore it requires a bit more effort
-I’m doing this because I like when injury and pain and suffering
Bubble: um- idk it’s just bubble but now they’re a robot I guess
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Kinger:
-ok but what if he had a collection of mechanical insects? Omg designing mechanical insects would be so fun-
-The clock that he wears is broken but he doesn’t notice. And Time is irrelevant anyways
-damn those gloves are fancy
-they probably feel really silky
-and his robe is also very silky because mmm good texture
Zooble:
-They are a robot now
-also a mechanic/inventor because nobody else is and somebody had to learn how to make new robot parts
-their right arm can go s t r e t c h
-bonds with Gangle over their hatred of Jax
-they’re also kinda protective over her
-I lowkey ship them (this ship is so underrated)
-No but seriously why do see zero art of this ship
- Zoob’s in denial about their feelings and still pretends not to care because they’ve had such a “I don’t give a shit about anything” attitude that suddenly developing feelings for someone has caught them off guard cause they suddenly are giving a shit about something and they don’t know how to handle it, But if Jax does anything to Gangle they will rush in to protect her in a heartbeat and just try to play it off as it just being because they don’t like Jax BUT WE ALL KNOW THE TRUTH ZOOBLE JUST CONFESS ALREADY-
-ok that got way too rambly let's just move on now
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Jax:
-MY FAVORITE
-he likes shiny things
-He will collect those shiny things
-He also very fast because look at those LANKY RABBIT LEGS
-I mean technically that’s already cannon, did you see how fast he ran away after seeing abstracted kaufmo? He just z o o m e d outta there
-those keys on the chain are only a small portion of his collection
-his room is definitely full of weird steampunk knick knacks because yes
-He uses them to prank people
-the centipedes he has to scare/annoy Ragatha are mechanical
-I’m so excited to design mechanical centipedes I love bugs so much guys you have no idea I finally have an excuse to draw insects and maybe people will actually care because it’s fandom related now
-He does not like getting wet. At all. (this is also just a general headcanon for him but especially in this au)
-floofy
Ragatha:
-the seams of her fabric are prone to tearing so she always carries a needle and thread to sew herself back together. she's good at sewing
-My main headcannon for normal Ragatha is that her button eye is a parallel to an eye injury she had in real life before joining the circus, but in this AU she probably acquired the injury in this universe.
-she’s good at using tools and weapons but not in like, a mechanic sorta way like Zooble but in a defense sorta way
-like, she’s very kind and caring but also sorta tough and even though her body is good at falling apart, she knows how to use strategy to fight and um wait what would they even be fighting-
-idk I haven’t thought about that yet
-Gloinks?????
-do those exist in this au???
-wait it’s my au why am I asking this
-overall she is very, “tries to help everyone else and seems very tough on the outside but is prone to falling apart both physically and mentally but just gets good at quickly patching it up and ignoring it until it become too much for her to bear”
-pls help her she needs therapy
-they all need therapy
-I’m pretty sure we’ve all established that at this point
-but I’m just making sure you know that it’s still a consistent factor in this au
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the-s1lly-corner · 5 months
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Seeing Kinger stuff is so nice gosh! Would it be cool to get the rest of the fluff alphabet with him please? Or if that's too much the ones you'd like to write about most
Kinger fluff alphabet! the whole thing!
two things one is more so one of my personal woe things unrelated to you but i deleted my masterlist immediately after finishing it because i didnt like the layout of it; 3 hours down the drain SOBS other thing! imma go ahead and link the other fluff alphabet stuff so its a complete list! actually third surprise thing, WHY DID NO ONE TELL ME I ACCIDENTALLY FORGOT TO PUT P IN THE FLUFF ALPHABET/lh/nm i fixed it now but i cant believe i skipped a letter i feel so dumb
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ABSTRACT- if you were to ever abstract he would probably abstract himself. i mean if the things about queener/queenie are true and they were close, then that would mean this guy would lose a loved one TWICE. that would most definitely break someone, and kinger is already on the edge as it is. if he somehow doesnt abstract, he probably becomes even more paranoid; kind of shutting everyone out almost because he sure as hell knows he cant take a third heartbreak. rarely ever leaves his pillow fort, unless hes physically dragged out? sometimes he forgets you're gone, because he just refuses to believe the truth. sad stuff
BONDING- will rattle on and on about cool bug facts, if he has his own collection in his room he will show you it! maybe, if you want, he will let you hold some of the critters! tells a lot of stories, nicer ones from when things in the circus arent so... bad.. usually when hes in a good headspace! you get the feeling he embellishes his stories... not too different from a grandfather trying to make his experiences seem more glamorous and action packed than they really were
CUDDLING- he is very hard, due to him being a chess piece, but his clothes do a really good job at softening him! no arms :(... usually rests his hands on your back, or maybe has one on your shoulder and the other on your hip. switches between being big and little spoon, sometimes he wants to hold and sometimes he wants to be held
DATES- you can find them here!
EMOTION- kinger is... odd... im not sure where he lies, because i think sometimes he does have moments where he remembers thing and it overwhelms him, so that may be the main time hes the emotional one. however, i guess this entire time for emotional ive been focusing on more.. 'bad' emotions, but i think kinger would gush about how much he loves you, like WOAH! he is just overflowing with feelings right now
FAMILY- honestly he gives me dad vibes, if this dude doesnt already have kids in the real world (wow thats a sad thought... dude is like MIA probably and his kids are left to wonder where he went. double owie if queener/queenie was his real life wife before things happened) so if you guys make it back to the real world and unite, you're gonna be a step parent! would he like to have more kids with you? i think it depends, he would want it, though!
GIFT- you know how some people put bugs in like, cases to preserve them or something? i feel like he would give you those with some of his prettier bugs! loves anything you give him, he always keeps them stored safe in his room!
HARSH- you guys dont really get into arguments, i dont think! kinger doesnt like hiding things from you unless its something deeply personal, but otherwise hes an open book to you
IN HOUSE ADVENTURE- here!
JEALOUSY- its not so much as him being jealous as it is him being paranoid that something is going to happen to him or you, so! even if he wasnt worrying himself half to death he doesnt exactly seem like the jealous type to me, tbh
KISS- its time for my favorite thing for characters with no mouth!!! he boinks his face into yours, i actually wrote something for this! not gonna link it since its so short and i can easily relay the idea: but he would internally hype himself up (usually does this if this is the beginning of the relationship, he gets more confident as time goes on!), and just lightly 'pecks' your cheek before pulling away. loves kissing your cheeks as well as the back of your hands. loves being kisses where his mouth would be as well as his cheeks
LOVE LANGUAGE- quality time!! this man follows you around like a love sick puppy, because he loves you so much but also because again, he worries.. he also likes doing acts of service for you, makes him feel like hes capable of doing things on his own (which he is!). loves it when you return the favor via words of affirmation
MENDED- is he dreaming? is he imagining things again?
nope, its really you. somehow, you've recovered from abstracting, and you're now out of the cellar. he wants to hold you and never ever ever let you go, out of fear that hes going to come to his senses any second and youll be gone. wants to keep you in the pillow fort with him, or at least within his line of sight
NO- its less of an active dealbreaker and more of a "hey this is going to stress him out and probably hurt his mental health" but like, i dont think he would pair well with a really really intense person. like sure caien is pretty intense, but its not like caine is going to be spending a significant amount of time with him everyday, but like. you know? like i talk about some characters enjoying being on their toes and left guessing in regards to their partner, but kinger is NOT one of those people. he needs stability
PDA- less of a case where he actively and knowingly indulges in PDA and more so a case where he subconsciously holds onto your hand to keep you at arms length and to feel you. due to his lack of arms he has probably wandered off without you (and his hand) at least once. is not opposed to PDA, though, so long as its not like. insane
QUIET TIME- quiet time between the two of you is very rare. sure kinger can be very quiet when hes alone, but when hes alone with someone else, someone he cares so much about.. he cant help but fill the silence with words, to keep the ringing in his ears at bay .. so really quiet time is talking time
ROSES- ill mention it again in V (i wrote v before this section), he loves giving you roses especially on special occations! loves receiving flowers as well, he seems like a rose kind of guy as well
SHH- the one thing he doesnt like talking about is queener/queenie, well, more so the last few days leading up to her abstraction. it brings up. well, memories. on one hand he doesnt want to forget her, but on the other hand he doesnt want to bare the pain of those terrible memories
TUNES- THIS THIS THIS THIS ONE ALWAYS COME TO MY HEAD WHEN I THINK OF ROMANTIC HCS FOR SWEETIDEAS FOR OLDER GUYS IDK WHY
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UPSET- im going back and forth with a lot of these as i fill in the list so! tying this in with E, i mention one of the only times he gets emotional is when he remembers some unfortunate events that took place in the circus. you're going to need to console him and bring him back to the present moment :(. when you're upset he tries to distract you, takes you to his fort, and tells you stories
VALENTINE- on the chance that he remembers what day it is, hes going to give you the most sterotypical date he can give to you. i think it might be because i can kind of see kinger as like, a classic/stereotypical romantic when it comes to you. flowers, he cant take you out to dinner so he takes you out to the digital lake to gaze at the clouds and watch the bugs pass
WANT- he wants a companion, he wants stability, and thats something he needs. he wants someone to be compassionate about him, his wellbeing, and his interests
XOXO- here! as well as Yearn!
ZZZ- if you guys go to sleep together its always in his room, where hes more comfortable. he also has a thing where he insists on being the one closer to the door; almost as if hes offering himself as protection to you should someone unwanted to come in. huh. always sleep holding onto you, snores like a dad
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“Hello! I'm new to requesting so if I suck MB... I really love Matthew patel and there's very little fanfics of him out there 🥲 how about Matthew being beat by Scott (in a world where he doesn't explode into coins) and after everyone leaves, reader helps him collect himself and they end up being friends, and then later on they confess? Gender neutral reader would be nice!! Thank you 💚”
a/n : thank you @habitabel for the request!! i also love how wholesome this is so double thanks (ps. this has slight angst) :3
you were having a great time watching the battle of the bands, you had a shared amount of favorite bands you wanted to see, especially the one named sex bomb-omb was it? soon you became much more invested when some guy flew through the roof, killing the band that was supposed to be battling.
‘oh wow…’ you thought, watching the guy challenging the bassist, poor guy you suppose.
matthew patel you soon to find out it’s the guys name gets pretty mad, soon you watched as the two fought over a girl named romona flowers? you watched, amused, as matthew sung and fought, soon loosing to the bassist, leaving the poor guy defeated on the floor. everyone has soon started leaving since the performance was basically over, the guy still being left on the floor which pulled onto your heart strings.
as people continued to leave you walked up to the guys body to check on him just once before you left yourself, you place your hand onto his chest gently to make sure he was still breathing as he was landed on his back pretty hard. soon a groan came from him leading you to quickly take your hand back as you jumped a bit.
“you okay man? you hit the ground pretty hard…” you asked as you watched him open his eyes and trying to sit himself up.
“yea…i’m alright..” he responded, struggling just a bit, yet you you helped him hold him to his feet.
“your name is matthew patel, right?” he nods as you asked, still feeling shaked up. “im (Y/N), im gonna take you the hospital to make sure you’re alright”, you say as you help led him as he still struggled.
then you know it, about a year passed and the both of you and matthew became good friends after you helped him so kindly, and he was ever so grateful for someone like you, you felt the same. which led you into a small problem, you somehow gained a crush on your friend that you became so close with, it was something you thought about over and couldn’t put a finger on just why you liked matthew so much.
you were on a bench in your local park as this thought pondered in your mind, sighing and lost in your thoughts as small hue of red creeped onto your cheeks as you thought of matthew again and again thinking that maybe today is day you get the confession over with. you didn’t even noticed that he already somehow spotted you from across the park and running toward you as fast as he could.
“(Y/N)..!!” “Matthew!?” you shouted in response as the scream of him calling your name out pulled you out of your imagination.
as he stopped infront of you, hands on his knees as he tries to catch his breath, soon making eye contact with you, with your eyes already placed on him hiding the slight blush on your cheeks.
“i saw you…across the park…so i decided… to come over and talk..” he said taking breaths inbetween a couple words, soon sitting himself next to you.
“you alright…you seemed out of it” hearing his concerned tone made you fidget just a bit, deciding whether if you should go though with this confession.
“yea…is it weird to like a friend?” you asked out of the blue as you continued to fidget, confusing matthew just a bit but soon leading him to smile.
“sooo who’s this lucky person?” hitting your arm playfully with his elbow, soon realizing that this seems a bit serious.
“well…it’s not weird okay..?” rubbing his neck as he says so, “if you’re comfortable, you could tell me who it is…?”
you thought for a moment, then you sighed. better now or never, you look at him and took a deep breath as to give yourself a moment before telling him the truth.
“i like…well…” you say placing your hand onto his hand that was on the bench, looking at him feeling much more nervous than before, “i like you matthew…”
he looked at you for moment, almost speechless and trying to put a single thought together on how to respond. you took him being speechless for the worse and stood up, a bit of tears formed in your eyes and looking down as you didn’t want to make any eye contact with him for one moment out of embarrassment.
“i’m sorry…i-..” “wait (Y/N)…i…” matthew took your hands as he stood up and before you could walk away, gently holding both of your hands into his as it’s like he doesn’t want to hurt them.
“i…i like you a whole lot too, much more than you think..” he admits confidently, caressing your hands as he does so.
“i’ve liked you a lot for a while yknow” he says as he smiles, soon placing one of his hands on your cheeks, gaining a small smile from you which made him happy.
as matthew has his hand place on your cheek, he felt his heart start to race slowly, soon placing a kiss on your lips which was returned. with a moment so valuable, there were a surprise that neither you or matthew could possibly predict.
“woah, sparks??” you two both said confused as the kiss quickly was broken to see what just happened.
you two looked at each other once again, soon laughing and giggling as you two embrace each other in a hug, both of your foreheads against each other. what a great way to confess, you both must’ve thought at the moment.
ahahahahshaa, im so in love with him <333
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Hello. I have an idea for L x reader. They are making out and stuff and some of the task force walk on them. But it is completely fine if you dont want to write it. So no pressure :) Have a nice day.
I'm more than happy to write this!
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Warnings: MDNI, Almost nsfw makeout session
L was supposed to be paying attention to be taking notes about his current findings on the Kira investigation..and then you walked in. And what a distraction you were. He couldn't tell how long it had been, all he knew was that you two had been lip locked for a good while now.
He can't really remember how you even ended up in his lap. He couldn't help but dig his fingers into your waist and pull you into the kiss even more. You find yourself grinding along his lap, provoking a light whine from your lover. Your breath was like a warm fire amongst his lips, saliva gluing you together. Your kisses were loud, producing wet sounds in the air.
L removed his hands from your waist and slipped them underneath your shirt, holding your hips. You rive against him and fumble with his hair. His hands guide further up your body and then--
The door opened.
Before you stood Chief Yagami, Matsuda, Aizawa, and of course, Light. Each one of them painted an individual look on their face. Chief Yagami and Matsuda looked as if they couldn't believe what they saw, Aizawa just looking straight up disappointed, while Light was chuckling under his breath.
You jump off L's lap quicker than lightspeed. All you could do was simply stand there embarrassed.
"Did Watari say you could come in?" L asks.
"Uhh..yes. He said you would be in this room..uh..were we interrupting something?" Chief Yagami asks sheepishly.
"No, come on in. Have you found anything new about the investigation?"
So he was just going to act like nothing happened.
"Yes, actually," Light intervenes. "Kira seems to be altering his regular killing routine..but I'll admit, Ryuuzaki, I never took you for someone who was sensual."
"Yes, well, there are many things I have learned to do. May I ask why you're so intruiged?"
"Oh, it's nothing personal," Light defuses. "Wow, (your fake name), Ryuuzaki sure is fond of you, isn't he?"
You feel your face getting hot at the invasive question. You have to question his motives. An innocent question could be intel for someone like him.
"Ryuuzaki, shouldn't you let us when it's not appropriate to be arriving? "Chief Yagami remarks.
"Good point. I suppose I lost focus of the time." Despite L's collected appearance, he was embarrassed more than he would let on.
"Oh, will you drop it? Let's talk about what we came here for!" Aizawa says to your relief, dropping the conversation.
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oddballwriter · 6 months
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Dwelling in the Night, Part Four: Just Know I'm Not the Sinister Type
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Series Masterlist
Pt. 1 Pt. 2 Pt. 3
Summary: Life, and un-life, goes on. Stevan and you get closer, despite your better judgment, and actually reach the level of friends. It's actually quite nice when you don't think about everything that might come when time keeps going on, leaving only one of you untouched. Meanwhile, an eventful night of hunting happens for you. One with what you thought was a close call that involved you not killing someone tonight out of sympathy. But unfortunately, for you, you don't have as keen of eyes as you think you do.  
Warnings: Reader is a vampire, so there's the usual vampire stuff like drinking blood and biting. Reader gets a little bit edgy and emo, not going to lie to you, because I gave them some backstory to their vampirism. Reader actually attacks someone, but doesn't kill them. It's revealed that reader can to mind control and memory altering as a vampire power however, it is used on someone else. So if you have issues with mind control stuff be aware of that. Cliffhanger ending. 
Author’s Snip: Vampire Y/N lover come and get your juice. *places a blood bag on the table* Wow! I'm actually doing something that advances the plot instead of whatever part 3 was. But yeah. We may be having plots merging 👀.
I’ll shut up now. Enjoy! And don’t be afraid to request.
Word Count: 1974
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It had been a while since the meat incident. About a month or two. The boys, although a bit creeped out by the idea of some stranger breaking into their place and just eating the raw meat in their fridge, seemed to let it go.
You also let it slip by, opting to pretend to yourself that you never did that in the first place. Both too ashamed about it, even though you weren't actually caught, and also because of the fact that Moon Knight technically broke into your place through your open window making you think that he saw you crawl in through Steven's window and back.
To you, what Steven didn't know wouldn't hurt him. It was only one time and it was out of desperation to satisfy the hunger that exists inside you before it took its hold of you and you made an even bigger mess of things.
Over these past few months, you and Steven grew closer. You would actually spend time in each other's flats from time to time. In his, you would spend time talking about various things like some literature since he had an abundance of books, but one thing you loved was when he'd tell you everything there is to know about Egypt and all of its history and mythos. It was amusing to you, hearing him ramble on and on about... well... everything. It's not like you knew anything about the place. You may be old but you aren't ancient Egypt old so hearing all of this from one person was nice. But then again maybe it was because Steven was the only thing close to a friend you have here, other than Moon Knight when you bump into him in the alleys.
Steven liked your flat too, surprisingly. So far you had spun the story that you were a person who liked to collect vintage things and also had a small interest in the macabre, as a means to explain the coffin you had 'as a coffee table'.
In truth, your coffin coffee table that you 'got from a funeral home somewhere' was actually yours and you were meant to be sealed in it, in your original home. But you came back just before they could nail it shut back in your family mausoleum. Your collection of vintage was always yours and has never once been in a thrift or antique store. Some were things from when you were alive. Most others were things you collected through the years afterward. The bed frame and mattress, plates, cups, utensils, and other normal things that you've never actually used but bought so that in case someone comes to your flat they wouldn't find it odd and start to question things, which might lead to your discovery.
Steven didn't need to know that though. Instead, he just oggled at them all and occasionally asked about a few things. There was one item that he just had to ask about though.
"Who's this?" he questioned, pointing at a photo. It was of you back when you were alive. It was old, barely still together, and in grainy black and white with the tint of age changing the white. You went for the easy answer, "It's a great relative all the way back in the day.".
"They look an awful lot like you, don't they?" Steven comments with a little smile. "Yeah. I get that a lot." you respond, "It happens. Sometimes decedents look a lot like the older generations." you comment, to which Steven nods, taking the lie.
But you can only lie so much.
"What exactly brings you here? If you don't mind me asking." Steven questions.
I was starting to be found out and the hunters showed up trying to hunt me, so I needed to flee.
"I just wanted to move somewhere new. Get a fresh start." you simply answered.
"Do you have family here?" is what Steven asks next.
It wouldn't really matter. The family tree's grown on without you. Any family you used to have are all dead now, leaving descendants that either remember you as a dearly departed that was taken too soon or have never even heard of you.
"No." you answer simply, again.
Steven gives you a sympathetic glance at that answer. "That's a bit lonely, isn't it? Being here all by yourself." Steven comments.
"I have you." is what you say, not thinking before saying it. Steven blushes a bit at the answer with a shocked look crossing is soft eyes for a moment before smiling. "Well, I'm glad that I can be someone to keep you company." he says.
"Yeah," you mutter smiling back. But there's a little bit of pain plucking at your heartstrings deep down.
You've never really had a friend before, at least not after you came back from the dead. You had a few when living. You had a lot of things that you couldn't come back for after returning. Your way of 'life' was now just staying out of sight or under the radar. Taking what you could and fleeing when you were caught. Learning how to control any weird powers and abilities you gained all by yourself.
You made acquaintance over these years in the few places you've been, but you never really made bonds since it was a matter of time till you needed to leave again. That, and also to save the sight of watching time take its course on them while you stayed frozen and outside of its reach like always.
In all honesty, you tried to push Steven away or keep him at the same distance as you did everyone else, but somehow he just managed to squeeze right in by being your kindly, and dorky, neighbor. You tried to shake off the feeling of dread for the day you may need to leave or see time reach him too. For now, he's just Steven.
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Another night of hunting and another night of putting on the clothes that helped you blend in with the shadows of the alleys that you stalked. Sure it was dirty to kill off criminals but it had its benefits to society if you looked at it from a certain angle, and also because bloody banks are more of a hassle than this.
You locked on a target. A mugger that's been making the rounds around this alley path that some would use as a shortcut to get places quicker. But during the night it was dangerous. It had a lot of pockets from the old infrastructure that criminals could hide in waiting to ponce on someone passing by. But that could also spin their own doom when it came to you hunting them. This guy was using the technique too. Using a spot made for dumping trash and scraps for the collectors in the morning. It was big enough for the both of you.
He didn't see you in the shadows, watching him and his movements from your spot. You both listened for the sound of anyone coming, both waiting for the moment to strike. You hear heels clacking on the stone floor, coming closer, and it seems like he hears them too as he settles himself into place. You don't feel like witnessing a poor woman be ambushed and so you go for the shot anyway. You already know what he's planning on doing so might as well do it like he still did it.
You grab the back of his shirt and pull him towards you. But he instinctively elbows you causing you to bite his arm instead of his neck. He recoils, you lunge, and you both scuffle down onto the ground. He's actually pretty strong, but you've wrestled with some criminals before and at some point they end up losing.
But in the scuffle, he grabs something from the ground close to the wall and hits you across the face with it. And it hurts. It burns. You coil back and hold your face, emit something between a scream, growl, and hiss. A noise that you don't make too often. You feel bits of wood and splinters on the stinging skin. He's hit you with a piece of spare plywood that was left to be collected.
Great. Out of all of the things he could have hit you with, it's the one thing that actually hurts.
You come back to your senses when you see him try to run. But you can't let him go. He's most likely seen your face since you don't wear a mask, if he gets away he can identify you to someone, and that spells out trouble for you. Even if it seems a bit twisted, you can't let that happen, no matter the cost. So you get up and give chase.
The mugger runs in the direction of more alleys instead of the streets in a desperate means to just get away from you and not thinking properly out of fear. This place would be a maze to him, but not to you. You can smell the blood from your bite on his arm, drawing a straightforward path right to him. You hear him calling out for help as he runs. You can tell he's scared, it makes you feel guilty for what you'd need to do when you caught him but it was the only way in your eyes.
Or was there.
Right.
You have some of his blood, you have a little influence over him. If you could just catch up with him, you could maybe keep him from identifying you to the police or someone without killing him.
You manage to find him and now tail him. You want to catch up to him but he's at a distance advantage and you're close to the end of the alleyways, he could make it out before you get to him. It's now or never.
You focus on his blood in your mouth and shout "Stop!" at him, and he does. You want to sign in relief but you could lose your already weak hold. You quickly walk towards him and face him, looking him in the eyes. He looks panicked by the fact that he can't move anything. You ignore it and focus again as you look deep into his eyes, then feel the connection be made for your influence.
You even out your voice, "You don't remember my face." you say.
"You don't remember being chased by anyone." you add.
It always feels a bit jarring when the people you do this with just calm down and enter in the trance-like state they get into when you do this. His eyes and muscles relax entirely, he even drops the plywood he's still holding that you didn't notice before.
"You were... just taking the shortcut through the alley. You don't remember getting bitten by anyone or anything either." you add on as a means to cover up any tracks that would be left in his memory.
You keep the connection as you back away into the shadows, being concealed again and unseen by him and anyone else, and then cut it loose.
The man snaps out of it, looking around confused, most likely confused how he got here and then being shocked at the injury on his arm. He holds the wound as he walks away and out of the alley.
You relax, having managed to nail the mercy even though you had so little to use. "Holy shit." you mutter as you slip down a hatch to the city sewers below to head home.
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"Holy shit..." an unseen man mutters to himself processing the scene he just saw right before him.
And here he thought that his jokes about you were just jokes to mess with the others.
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Xander: You guys are my team for sure! Wow, I'm so glad to finally meet you!
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Keegan (whispering): Wow, he's too beautiful in person…
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Salma: Hey Xander! I really love your lip gloss. Could you tell me which one you use?
Xander: Well the truth is I'm not very good at remembering lip gloss names, but when we go to my mansion, I'll show you my collection!
On the other hand, Coco saw how her team was staring at her with great attention.
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Francisca (Approaching Coco): OMG it's Coco O'Bonelle in person! The truth is I've been waiting for this moment since I sent my casting
Coco: Nice to meet you, Francy! Let me tell you that you have beautiful eyes.
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Lauryn (looking at the girls): "Oh wow, maybe I should try flirting with Coco."
On the other hand, Charlie and Hazal were having a fight about who should approach Xander.
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Charlie: I'm sure you're going to bore him with your cheap opera skills! Let me tell you, you're really screwed with me, dude!
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Hazal: Who the hell do you think you are, huh? I'm going to warn you one thing, if you mess with me again, I'll make your career go to hell!
Charlie: We'll see about that, Nebahat…
"Apparently the presentation round is going very well, everyone seems to coexist with the Bachelors, honestly each of the members has earned 10 points, giving 40 points in total to both Team Coco and Team Xander, to continue with this round, "The teams have gone to each of their respective mansions."
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Hazal: Honestly, I come with all my attitude to stand out from everyone, more than anything, my new album is on the way! I mean, I'm not going to let ANYONE ruin my moment!!, so tell that Charlie guy he can go to hell!!
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Hazal: I heard somewhere that he was fired from Abercrombie & Fitch, I mean, don't you realize that you have nothing to do here?… Ughh, how pathetic, for the moment I will only dedicate myself to trying to be friends with others…
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Producer: Don't you think Keegan is getting too close to Xander?
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Hazal: Who?… I don't know him.
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inside Xander's mansion
The boys were talking about all the things that had happened at the presentation, this was creating quite a few opportunities to interact with Xander.
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Keegan: Hey Xander, I really like your mansion! You have good taste in decoration!
Xander: Thanks, the truth is that it took me a while to finish decorating the mansion when I moved here haha
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At that moment Keegan couldn't contain his emotions anymore, and started kissing Xander's arm in front of everyone. Then, Xander went to his room so he could plan the next round.
Charlie: So by flirting very quickly with Xander? Don't think because you're cute you're going to win very easily.
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Keegan: Do we have a problem Charlie? If you want we can solve this in a civilized way.
Hazal: The only thing he wants is to try to seek conflict with everyone.
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Keegan: To tell the truth, Charlie's attitudes are already making me angry, but I'm not going to get carried away by the bad comments, I only came with a purpose and I won't leave until I achieve it…
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Producer: And which one is it?
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Keegan: Isn't it very obvious? Falling in love with Xander and being together with him!
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Salma: Hazal, where are you going?
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Hazal (while she was going to her room): I'll go finish packing my bags, because I don't think I brought my plumbbob earrings.
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My faves of yours this year were the car metas and how long cas was dead grief dean ones
I collected some of them and WOW, we really had a blast this year. I already forgot how much fun we had!!!!
I've seen performing!Dean talked about for ages, but for me performing!Rowena and performing!Sam (as high-falootin' high-class phonies) was particular good-tasting to me this year.
Some of the chatter around Lily Sundar episode as a "hidden Mad Men" type atmosphere with humans as the "hoes you shoudn't have emotions about" was great, and Cas a "exemplary high-performing man's man/angel's angel/results guy" was chef's kiss for me. I ate that like a barbarian.
Also, I adored the explorations about Jack's own performances too, or at least that people might entertain that his niceness and gentleness "golden child/good boy" thing is a little bit of an act to hide any darker feelings. He's brutal when it comes to protecting and has quite a temper (see: gas station worker getting choked out, all of Apocalypse Earth...)
CAR META
Dean tried to be the truck
Family cars and protecting the ones you love
Heaven is a truck, and the evolution of Cas as a truck guy
The date car that presided over the death of John...AND the death of Cas (also, PINTOS and family cars galore!)
The evolution of Cas from pimp-mobile to family truck guy
Cas + cars silly thoughts
GRIEF
The chair at the head of the table
Dean is the one crying in the soap opera and cas is the man with the bloody face
Dean's grief on speedrun / how long was cas dead anyway????
Dean looking for Cas during THEEEE PRAYER
Dean & the death of Jack
Don't make it real and permanent (And by Lucifer I mean Cas = And by Belphagor I mean Jack)
The everything he ever wanted
Sam doesn't grieve Jack and Rowena, he moves straight on the Eileen and berates Dean for moping
How Dean's rumination makes him seem guiltier
BOTH
I'm all out of love I'm SO LOST WITHOUT YOU (Don't grieve in front of me Dean it makes me feel uncomfortable and scared)
ADDITION: Here was the first uncomfortable Sam take
The grief ones also bring to mind the great convos we had this year about Sam Winchester, discomfort, and CLASS issues
Sam x Ph.D (Sam's personal OTP)
Rowena's class struggle aaaaaaaah
Rowena, unthawed
Dean x moving the lawn
Sam -> Campbells are "brawn," Winchesters are "brains"
Rowena & Crowley and the dream of upwards mobility + biting off more than they can chew
How Jack & Sam differ; Jack lacks SAMbition
Sam the pillar of the Lebanon community???? Nope
I have so much great Jack stuff but I suck at Tumblr tagging so I can't think of any to feature right now. The different between jack and Sam are great, because Sam got suckered into thinking he was special on borrowed powers. Jack's powers are his own. (Jack is an heir, Sam is a spare. Jack is like Dean in that he's heir to the family responsibilities.) Also, I did a lot of Dean-Mary-Jack posting this year that I just...honesly loved.
Some of my fave ones are from last year though (Like Jack is VARSITY) for this year...maybe Jack is THEEEE BOXER. Or TOYS TOYS TOYS. I think the Tombstone play by play was this year, too. How domains of the house emphasize different parenting styles in TFW. #spn parenting
My brain lives i all.
I'm sure there are some cool ones I missed. But.
Happy New Year and thanks for all the cool convos.
I'll try to get out and tell people which metas of theirs I liked too, but my mind magically goes blank when i try.
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inaris-mage-of-storms · 11 months
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Okay, I'm still not making much headway on chapter four of HYH, but I needed to write something or I was going to explode. So have a little bonus scene for the first story instead. :D It takes place somewhere after the mineshaft adventure but before the meteor shower.
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"And that one's the Gilded Goose," said Scott, pointing up at the sky with one hand while the other entwined with Jimmy's. "She's only visible at the height of summer. Then she moves on, and when winter approaches its peak the Red Wolf takes her place."
Jimmy gazed up at the pattern Scott pointed out in the stars, his thumb absently moving over the back of Scott's hand. "I can't believe how many there are," he said. "I bet if you combined every story from every place, there wouldn't be a single star left that wasn't part of something bigger."
"No, probably not," agreed Scott. It was one of the many things he liked about traveling; every region he visited saw the same stars in a different way, and every story he collected made the tapestry above that much richer. "Are there any that you know?"
"Just that one," said Jimmy, pointing in another direction. "I don't know any stories, but it's called the King. There's his sash, and over there is his crown."
"Oh, wow," said Scott, recognizing part of the constellation. "He overlaps with the Ocean Queen. You can't see the full pattern from here, but she's the most recognizable thing in the sky if you're near the Shallow Sea. They share a crown, I guess."
Jimmy laughed. "Maybe they were in love. Be a strange pair, though, a king of the mesa and a queen of the ocean."
Scott smiled. "Maybe they were." He lay his head on Jimmy's shoulder. "And now they get to dance together for eternity."
"Sounds kinda nice," said Jimmy, and pressed a kiss to Scott's hair. "Speaking of dancing, I'm sorry you didn't get a chance to when we went to town."
"Eh, it's alright," said Scott, then smirked. "I enjoyed what we did get to do much better." He didn't raise his head to see if Jimmy's ears were turning red, but he assumed they were from the squeak Jimmy made, and he laughed softly.
"Still," said Jimmy, "you said you like dancing. I just think it's a shame you didn't get to do something you – oh!" He sat straight up, the movement dislodging Scott from his comfortable position. "Wait, I forgot! There should be - " He jumped to his feet and darted over to the barn. Scott followed, curious, and watched as Jimmy dug around a corner where it seemed a variety of objects had been stored out of the way.
"Here it is!" Jimmy lifted a tarpaulin to reveal an old phonograph, then opened a chest below it and took out a record. "Let's see, how did this work again?" he muttered to himself, and after a moment of fidgeting with it, music filled the barn and spilled out into the night air as he successfully got the disc in place and spinning.
Jimmy grinned triumphantly, then went to where Scott stood in the doorway and offered his hand. "I, uh, don't actually know how to dance," he said as his grin turned sheepish. "But would you do me the honor of being my partner?"
Scott laughed, delighted by the music and Jimmy's eagerness. "I would love to," he said, and took Jimmy's hand. "Come on, I'll teach you."
He guided Jimmy through the steps of a simple waltz, and it didn't take long before they were swaying together in a comfortable rhythm. Once Jimmy had an idea of what was expected, his hold on Scott was confident and strong, but never lost its gentleness. Scott watched the moonlight slide across his face as they turned, and the way Jimmy gazed at him made him feel like his heart would drift away to dwell with the stars above if it got any lighter.
Scott's smile dimmed as a realization settled against his ribs. I can't do this to him.
Jimmy was not the first person to look at Scott like they were holding the entire world in their arms. It was another of the things he liked about traveling; sometimes when he found someplace to stay for a while, he got lucky and also found a pretty boy to have a little fun with. He would spend a few weeks pretending to be swept away by flattery and attention, until his admirer conveniently revealed the location of a hidden stash of gold or gems, and Scott's visit conveniently came to an end.
It should have been as simple as it always was. Jimmy should have been just like every other lover swept away by Scott's charm. Scott never dreamed anyone would be able to sweep him away in turn.
The record ended, and Scott and Jimmy drifted to a stop. "How was that?" asked Jimmy with a grin. "Was I okay?"
Scott smiled, feeling a pang in his chest at how easily his arms slipped around Jimmy's neck and Jimmy's arms slipped around his waist. "You were wonderful," he said softly.
Jimmy's grin brightened at the praise, and he pulled Scott into a kiss. Scott leaned into him, fingers caressing the nape of his neck, and he never wanted to let go.
He needed to let go.
In the end, Jimmy made the decision for them. "It's getting late," he said as he pulled away. "Let me get that back where it goes, and we'll go to bed."
Scott stepped back and watched Jimmy disappear into the barn again. "Thank you for the dance," he said when Jimmy returned, and their hands found each other again as they headed back to the house.
"You're welcome," said Jimmy, and pulled Scott's hand up to his lips. "I'll be your dance partner whenever you want. I can't imagine ever wanting to dance with anyone else."
Scott laughed, and he blamed the weakness of it on the late hour. "I'm sure you'll have plenty of dance partners in the future, and better ones than I am."
Jimmy's laugh was far warmer. "Impossible," he said, dropping to a near whisper as they entered the quiet house. "You're everything I could ever want."
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siriannatan · 5 months
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More Than Just Plus One 3/3
I really need to stop worrying about my chapters being similar in length. It holds me back.
The start of the party was not too bad. Scott stood by, a tall flute of pale champagne in hand as fWhip greeted some acquaintances. Mostly people Scott had no idea who they were supposed to be. fWhip mentioned something about them being important. They had a short chat with Sausage and Gem. 
"Wow. Still around, good job keeping fWhip interested," Sausage suspiciously laughed, patting Scott's shoulder. To fWhip's annoyance. Scott would ignore it, take it as a friendly banter. If not for Gem giving him a weird, borderline shocked look. She did regain her composure quickly and Scott'd probably miss it if he wasn't always looking out for what people think about him. Thanks, Mom... 
But something was going on. 
At least Pix seemed to be normal as he gave them a short introduction to what they were celebrating. Opening of the new wing of the gallery together with an exhibition of his newest collection of paintings. At least partially naked Sausage was a feature of many of said paintings. Scott could appreciate a handsome man but he liked fWhip more. He was handsome and not afraid to be a bit rough.
Scott was subtly looking around for Jimmy. He was somewhat familiar with him. Dad did try to set them up a couple of times. They... didn't work out. Obviously. "I think I see Jimmy and his engineer," Scott hummed, leaning against fWhip as seductively as he could without being crass. They were spotted back. And Tango wanted to talk. How fun.
"Hello," Tango grinned. Wide. Almost annoyingly nice. As much as Scott wanted to dislike him - for personal reasons that didn't really matter but still - he absolutely could not. 
"Hi fWhip, hi Scott," Jimmy grumbled through his teeth. He really didn't want to talk to them. "I'm shocked to see you two together."
"What's wrong with bringing a friend along?" fWhip hummed, arm around Scott's waist pulling him slightly closer. Scott didn't like the sound of it but he just smiled smugly, leaning into fWhip. And hummed affirmatively. 
"Oh, it's great. I'm happy to see some familiar faces among this stuffed-up crowd," Tango laughed. Oblivious to his partner's discomfort.
fWhip hummed eyeing Jimmy. Tango ignored it and chatted about art. Scott was starting to feel awkwardness and stares. It was getting bad. "I think Pix and Sausage are looking for us, sorry we have to go," he interjected the awkwardness. 
That seemed to get fWhip out of his hate-fueled staring match with Jimmy. "Thanks, Scott," fWhip sighed once they were sufficiently away."
"No problem, Jimmy likes being difficult," Scott shrugged. "You think Pix would be angry if we left at this point? Jimmy ruined the mood," he hummed, just then realising one of his hands found fWhip's hair was playing with it. fWhip had really nice and soft and fluffy hair.
After another glance at Jimmy, now much happier that he was away from fWhip, fWhip decided Pix would not mind. They spend a couple of hours at the gallery. It should be long enough no matter what. And there was less media since they didn't expect anyone to leave so early. Meaning they managed to leave relatively unnoticed or bothered.
"Much better," fWhip sighed once out of his blazer and tie. "Though you make it look really good."
"Could say the same back," Scott grinned back. "I..." should you say it. "I think this faking isn't working out, as in..."
"As in we like each other too much and can't pretend to fake it?" fWhip offered, pulling Scott close. 
Scott nodded leaning in for a kiss. "What do you propose we do about it?"
"Well," fWhip hummed, his hands lower and lower on Scott's ass. "We could change and go clubbing, celebrate annoying Jimmy, or go right to bed. Have some arguably better fun? Have a cute breakfast in bed after?"
Pretty obviously they went with the second option. Many fewer steps to the same ending.
Scott woke up immeasurably happy with himself. To an angry text from his mother. She thought he'd be over fWhip by now. 'He's a keeper,' he texted before turning it off. 
fWhip wasn't in bed anymore. But Scott wasn't worried. He did recall something about breakfast in bed. Wouldn't be the first time he was treated to one, in this specific bed. He did pretty much live with fWhip this past week.
"How are we feeling?" fWhip asked, walking in with a big tray full of their breakfast.
Scott hummed, rolling his shoulders. There was only a slightly concerning ache in his spine. "Pretty good. A handsome guy who just happens to be my actual, real boyfriend, just brought me breakfast to bed," Scott grinned, shifting slightly to make space for fWhip and the tray. "Mom's pissed we're still together, might have let her know it can be like this for longer, much longer."
"Good, because I ain't planning on letting you go," fWhip nodded, sealing it with a kiss. Soft and sweet one.
"Any idea why Sausage and Gem were weird? Last night," Scott asked as they enjoyed their French toast. 
fWhip was silent for a second. "Because they have no trust in my ability to keep a man interested," he shrugged, failing to pretend it didn't bother him.
With an unamused snort, Scott shook his head. "Well, someone made a mistake here, because I find you absolutely fascinating," Scott grinned and offered the last bite of his toast to fWhip. "Long morning in bad and late brunch date to show everyone what a cute couple we are?" he offered
fWhip nodded. But the plan failed. They stayed in bed most of the day. Ignoring the outside world completely.
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gooigi rant?? pls. i love the goo-ber
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ok this is another case where i don't really have that much of substance to say but literally gooigi is so fucked up to me. like e gadd's research journal actually makes me kind of upset 💀💀. i know he has very little canon character but i am very endeared to gooigi and so just knowing about e. gadd's research journal kind of fucks me up :-(
like literally you read it and one of the first things said about goo is that its like. sentient to some extent. even as a blob. and it's capable of reacting to stimulus. when water is poured on it it actively like. moves away from the water to avoid melting. it can hear and will follow music being played.
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so you see that and then it's like oh ok cool this thing is alive. sick. and so then there's the whole shebang with the using stolen dna thing to give gooigi like his actual physical form. and it's like oh okay cool so you've made a guy. that's a guy now. you made a person. 👍
and so then it's like the. weaknesses testing and stuff.
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which like ok. whatever. sure. see like idk if gooigi just doesnt really care about the whole getting experimented on and hit with giant hammers and melted and set on fire thing so i'll also just say that's whatever. but like idk it kinda fucks me up in general just because of the last part LOL like
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was this really necessary :-( like think with me. imagine you made a guy. you accidentally spilled coffee on some of the samples you were studying and it came to life and you so made a guy.
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this guy is sentient. reacts to stimuli. can definitely act independently because you cannot play as gooigi in 1p mode in the luigi's mansion 3ds port.
so like this is the main point of the post because it just messes me up soooo baddddd like i have never ever imagined gooigi as a tool even playing lm3 in 1p mode just because of the way that he like. is a separate guy from luigi. not really questionably. like when you collect something as one the other will still react (even if you're only controlling luigi while gooigi is out of the tank, gooigi'll give a little thumbsup yknow). the several cutscenes where gooigi just acts on his own independently of luigi like right after you beat king boo + the ending + several of the credits photos if my memory serves correctly. that's a guy. so hearing e gadd be like "oh man this person i made has his own thoughts and feelings and doesnt listen to me sometimes. i think i will possess him." is just like. was that really the only option. did you HAVE to do that.
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like i'm sorry this is becoming just mainly pictures but 😭😭 wow so crazy how embedding a chip in someone to control them will stop them from acting independently and doing what they would normally do if they could control their actions... and like the fact he landed on POSSESSION of all things as the best way to control gooigi like 😭😭 this kinda shit's always happening to guys who's names end in uigi
also like kind of unrelated but can you imagine being luigi and finding out about this? like "wow you used my dna to make a guy and then spent hours of rigorous testing trying to and eventually succeeding in quashing his free will so you could possess it to hunt ghosts? thats nice" he doesnt actually know about this as far as i'm aware but it's the principal of the thing :-( i feel like it would upset him
ANYWAYS point is i like gooigi and always imagined him as like being his own character so the research journal fucks me up a little 💀 top ten moments that really cement e gadd's status as a fucked up scientist.
in general to me i feel like he definitely got meaner over the years :-( which makes me kind of sad because in lm1 his main goal definitely seemed to be like..helping luigi LOL. like he saved his life and seemed genuinely concerned when he found out about mario being a real man who has since been captured. and he helped luigi to get mario back without it feeling necessarily like his primary goal was in his own self interest. but a lot of his dialogue just feels really mean in dark moon and lm3 goes like almost the opposite way. this section in particular always stood out to me as feeling out of character compared to him in the original
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and like i could be wrong about dark moon because i've never played it but just like reading the dialogue on the wiki was like 😬😬 he was SOOO mean to luigi like
reading half of these was just like man if i were him i would have cried i'm serious 😭
and this is of course not to say that i hate e gadd in general but i will admit to not really liking him much after dark moon
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