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irisintheafterglow · 6 months

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Hiii!! I’m absolutely in love with the way you write kiyoomi :) he’s literally perfect. If you have time, I would love a scenario where his partner meets the black jackals for the first time!! Whether it’s accidental or on purpose is up to you :)

but he was so much fun (and he had such weird friends!)

cw/tags: gn!reader, swearing, mentions of cooking and eating, domestic omi crumbs, established relationship and pet names (love, baby), pure jackals crack

note: hi love!!! this prompt is so funny omg i'm obsessed. hope you like it!!! i got extremely carried away

likes, reblogs, and replies are always appreciated :)

"i'm-" he starts, huffing out an irritated breath and setting his knife on the cutting board, gripping the edges of the countertop. you turn to look at him from your spot at the stove, tapping the wooden spoon against the edge of the pot and placing it in the spoon rest. you check the vegetable prep over his shoulder and find neat piles of cut carrots, cauliflower, and potatoes. it didn't seem like anything was wrong with his knife skills, so it perplexed you why he was suddenly having trouble expressing his thoughts. "i'm having..."

"you're having?" you wipe your hands on a kitchen towel and gently turn him to face you, snaking your arms around his neck while his hands find their natural place on your hips. your thumb absentmindedly brushes over his moles, right above his furrowed eyebrows of annoyance.

"doubts," he says uncertainly, glancing at the dining table set for four more than its usual two occupants. the corner of his mouth juts to the side in obvious discontent, even though he was trying not to dampen your excitement for formally meeting his friends. not that he would ever call them that, at least not in this lifetime.

"how so, baby?"

"they can be a little...hard to handle," he mutters. "you know them. you've seen it," he says, voice strained and it makes you chuckle at the memory of the first time you actually met his friends.

kiyoomi wishes that it didn't happen that way at least twice a day. it was partially your fault, overestimating your ability to find him in the back halls of the msby gym facilities after only a few months of dating. after turning yourself around about four different times and unable to retrace your steps, you settled for walking in the direction of a nearby conversation. you ended up, however, steering a wrong turn into the men's locker room, yelping in surprise when you were met with three bare chests, none of which belonged to your boyfriend. apologizing profusely and briskly walking away, you were fleeing too quickly to hear the three players equally as alarmed.

it was like a scene from a cartoon; you could vaguely make out the sound of things being thrown like shirts, water bottles, and flailing limbs. there were hushed whispers of holy shit, someone just walked in here and they're so pretty and put some fucking clothes on, shoyo, that's indecency. you make the executive decision to just wait for him outside, but before you leave, your boyfriend's voice rings loud and clear from around the corner.

"what the hell are you guys freaking out about?"

"omi, dude. you just missed them."

"missed who?"

"there was this really pretty person that walked in! they were wearing the same zip-up that you were wearing yesterday, isn't that neat?" your attention darts down to the jacket that was very much kiyoomi's and definitely not yours, your face warming from pure embarrassment. "maybe you could ask them if they shop there frequently; i think they'd be your type."

"since when did sakusa have a type?"

"hey, wait! where are you going?" is the last question you hear before your boyfriend comes barreling around the corner in nothing but shower shoes and sweatpants and looking just as bewildered as you and the three guys in the locker room. after a palpable moment of shocked silence, you both word-vomit at the same time.

"you're wearing my jacket."

"why are you shirtless?!"

"you're wearing my jacket." his voice drops in volume to a yelled whisper, his hand pulling you further down the hallway and away from the locker room despite his lack of clothes. a few of the gym staff eye you in confusion and you give them a weak smile, fighting the urge to stare at the muscle rippling across kiyoomi's body. "you're wearing my jacket," he repeats for the third time, as if it was taking several tries for his brain to compute the information in front of him.

"that's your main concern?!"

"no, shit, no," he shakes his head, regaining his composure after his mind short-circuited. "my main concern is you running into the three stupidest members of my team without me there-"

"and while they were shirtless," you add and his nose scrunches in pure distaste. "wait, why don't you want me to meet them without you there?"

"because they're stupid and-and i love you and they're-and they're stupid," he stammers, visibly flustered in a way that you'd never seen him before. it sets your face on fire, hearing how easily he said he loved you when you'd never said it to each other up until that point. the same realization must hit him at the same time and he pinches the bridge of his nose in defeat, sighing through his nose. "i just said i love you."

"you just said you love me," you echo, a delirious smile widening on your mouth as you peel his fingers away from his face and lace them into yours. "you just said you love me."

"he just said he loves them!" a very eavesdropping-sounding whisper comes from behind the wall and you both flinch. like a straw breaking a camel's back, kiyoomi's face contorted into a vengeful scowl. he composed himself for a moment, promising you he'd be right back, and then stomping around the corner where you heard receding screams of terror.

that was five months ago, and you finally convinced kiyoomi to let you meet his friends formally, along with atsumu's brother who was bringing more food to help you feed four pro athletes.

"i've seen a lot more than just them being stupid," you remind him, giggling when his face turns a light shade of pink. "and, i think it's endearing how much they care for you. i know you won't admit it, but i know you care about them, too." he gazes at you so softly that it makes you melt a little. i'm gonna marry you, one day, he thinks. "now, i promise i won't be deterred by their idiocy, so let me get back to cooking, okay?"

"okay," he murmurs, pressing a kiss to the corner of your mouth. "i love you. a lot."

"i love you even more, omi."

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skelliko · 2 months

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Hiiii I really like the one you wrote where y/n's identity is found out, so I was wondering if you could do the same prompt- but this time she's a valhalla member instead. Maybe there was an accident that happened in the valhalla hq (a slot machine falling over her??) Which caused her to pass out,, and the rest is up to you! If you want to write this ofc

a/n: thank you for liking the first one, I hope this one is okay :) I quite enjoyed writing it

★- Kazutora hanemiya

๑- context: y/n is a member of walhalla but she hides her identity as a girl to be seen as a boy - until she is then discovered

having to hide who you really are just to try and fit is basically the norm anywhere, however if you're in valhalla's territory and wearing their jacket then it's a different story. no other females in sight, some scary looking guys walking about like they know that they belong there, a few chatty people and so many more.

being the only girl in the territory can only be done with certain skill and being able to maintain your emotions since there a whole lot going on. gender doesn't really matter but a gang full of guys only, that some have criminal history isn't exactly the most pleasant place to be at, some may say atleast.

though y/n has always been a look out for certain excitement, some small some large it doesn't matter if it means to feel free and be able to express herself and be able to leave behind certain thoughts or situations even if it's for a short moment. though that freedom isn't exactly the most freeing in the situation because an exchange had to happen, in order for her to have that excitement she has to hide her true identity and needs to hide herself from being a girl to instead be seen as a boy.

wearing a mask over her mouth and nose, styling her hair in a specific way, not being all that verbal to avoid attention and going by a fake name. ever since then it's been working perfectly that a slight ego has grown... well that was until a certain incident happened.

2 idiots were trying to break open a slot machine thinking that there would be a ton of money on the Inside to take for themselves, they had a small crow bar and kept trying to open the compartment where the money is supposedly kept. however there was another guy next to them that kept talking about how dumb that idea is because they're not doing it right and instead their making too much noise, "even if you dipshits manage to open it i bet youll only find about 3 yen"

y/n was aware of what the guys were doing, smacking the machine out of anger for it not opening up making the whole thing to wobble by how unstable it is being propped up on a small brick so that its more elevated, they really are idiots. choosing not to get involved in it she walked past the scene to head out however the pathway she chose was right behind the dusted, old machine.

there was no other choice than to walk near it because there were people sat on the side furthest from it and being too lazy to turn around and take a different path, plus it was only going to be for a second or two so nothing bad could have happened in that time. right?

no not right. because once she took a step forward to walk behind and past the machine the whole thing suddenly tumbled backwards and came down on top of y/n, she couldn't register the moment fully before passing out due to the heavy box falling down leading to dramatically being squished against the hard floor and hitting the side of her head against it.

the loud crash echoed throughout the whole building causing everyone inside to scan their eyes around just to see y/n on the floor with a big slot machine over her. except they go by her fake name = f/n.

on the sidelines, kazutora saw the whole thing play out, he watched the two guys try to pry open the machine out of boredom knowing that Hanna and kisaki had probably already done that when they discovered the hideout, or someone else has before this whole place decided to shut down.

he only blinked when the machine came down on top of f/n but instead of getting up and getting himself involved he chose to let the others around there to deal with it themselves. he has a perfectly good view from where he is to watch them struggle to get the machine off, it was quite entertaining watching them panic.

though when he looked away briefly and looked back at the scene it was hard to ignore that there has grown to be quite a crowd. it's only a slot machine that fell making one person to fall weak and go to sleep, so what's the big fuss?

curiosity has gotten to him and deciding to get up from his comfortable position he went right over there to see why no one is moving and why half the building is whispering. though once he did he noticed that someone had taken f/n's mask off.

now the whispers of 'that's some feminine looking guy' make sense. lips glossed as if he's put lipgloss on and being aware of his whole features now makes everything to have more sense. from the way he acts in certain situations as if he's never been in a crowd full of guys before and the body features too.

that. right there. is a girl.

kazutora's immediate thought was 'what the fuck' but after a few more seconds he's realised that he needs to get her out of here before anyone else catches on. sure there's a lot of idiots here but there's also idiots that can differentiate between a girl and a boy, mainly by thinking with their dicks.

he scans around the closest person next to her to find who has the black mask and upon finding it he snatched it into his hand as if it belonged to him. he would have ordered someone to put the mask back on but realising what the situation is he doesn't trust anyone here to even briefly brush their hand again her face.

he clicked his tongue before speaking up and complaining about how no one knows how to do anything and how he has to take it into his own hands. almost like a mother who complains that no one helps around the house but then declines the help but still gets mad. though in this case he was doing it on purpose.

kazutora had her left arm wrapped over his shoulder but to still try and maintain his status he had to try and not show much remorse for her. if she were a guy he would have kicked him awake or simply left him there but this is clearly much different.

he eventually had dragged her in an empty area away from everyone but still in the premise of the valhalla hideout, if someone ends up stumbling upon the two of them he would immediately get them sent away. plus it's not like kazutora has much of a choice other than to stay with her until she wakes up, even tho technically he does have a choice but leaving a girl around an area such as this is just straight up disrespectful... even though she had hid herself to be here in the first place.

it just doesn't make sense to kazutora, he keeps thinking through on different what if's of this and that while also thinking on protecting her but then also getting out of that though because he also realises that she's been here for a long while being able to blend in and be perfectly fine while also contributing in the gang.

he had sat her down carefully on the floor with her back against the wall but while doing so she kept sliding sideways or leaning hunched over and despite kazutora trying so hard not to care as much he chose to just lay her down on her side because seeing her sat up like that looked straight up uncomfortable despite her being dead asleep.

like that kazutora couldn't help but stare at her. her hair that had been tied up a little had gone loose making some loose strands to fall over her face, he kept looking away from her and staring off at a wall but his eyes kept falling down to her no matter how hard he tried not to.

he grew impatient not being able to stand the continuous minutes of silence and was about to nudge her but then he saw her hand twitch a little, she's bound to wake up pretty soon and that soon was now.

y/n briefly opened her eyes half way but closed them as if she wanted to go back to sleep before jolting up like she remembered where she was and that sleeping was probably not the best thing to do currently. sitting up, the first thing she noticed was the new room that she hasn't seen or been in before but the walls and floor are close to be the same as the main room of the valhalla hideout.

but that observation got cut down short because the next thing she noticed was the number three leaning against the wall with his eyes right on top of her. a shiver ran down her spine and goosebumps ran across her arms underneath the jacket. not sure if it was from the cold building or being alone with him. it's not like he's a major, cold celebrity in Valhalla along side with kisaki and Hanna but kazutora has broken bones of his best men before so being alone with him grew some anxious feelings.

though that coldness that ran around her made her realise that something was missing, her cheeks felt bare and her breathing felt smooth and open. the mask is off.

"what happened?" panic rushed through her as she shuffled and slid her body away from kazutora while also placing her fingertips to her jaw to make sure that it was gone and sure enough it was.

discomfort grew for her head as hair became loose from the hair tie and bobby pins but she was too stuck in thought to remove them or fix it, it probably got loose when the slot machine fell.

"oh good, princes is awake" he sarcastically spoke, the name has no intentions other than to cause annoyance "a slot machine fell on you and you passed out" he simply answered after

"no don't call me that" she shook her head and grimaced a little hearing him call her that. brief memories of the incident had played out in her mind "I mean after, why am i here? what happened after?"

"well... I took you here, you were passed out for a few minutes and by now most know you're a girl"

silence filled the space around them, y/n looked away from him and ran her hand through her hair while also managing to catch one boby pin while In a trace of thought.

what is she supposed to do now? everyone probably knows that she doesn't belong here now and if she does still somehow manage to stay it wouldn't be the best option anyway, a singular girl in the middle of 300 guys can't guarantee to be safe. especially when there's a mix of Tokyo manji' haters and enemies. there's a different between being unnoticed and noticed whilst in the same area.

"can I have the mask back?" out of everything she could have said/ asked

"what good is the mask gonna do when your little persona is out?" he couldn't stop staring at her, still trying to figure her out and more or less on what her reason is for hiding away.

"you think I'm walking out of here without it?"

"didn't take you to be a leaver, does your identity matter that much?" he was slowly trying to get her warm up, or if not warm up maybe twist her emotions to forcefully open up. he's seen her performances before and at that point she was like everyone else, being revealed that she's a girl doesn't immediately make her to be the top, it just means she was able to keep up.

"do I have an option?"

"do you want options?"

y/n didn't expect that answer, it could mean she may be able to stay but kazutora may just be bluffing, he's still a tough person to read sometimes.

"let me quickly ask you this though, the hell are you doing in a gang? and why Valhalla out of all of them?" he crouched down comfortably on the floor to be at eye level with y/n but still leaving a gap between them.

"would my answer matter?"

"I wouldn't be asking if it didn't matter, I could take you out of this room and showcase you to everyone and they make the decisions..." that itself left an unsettling feeling for her "...or its just me and you here talking it out peacefully" doesn't seem all that peaceful from the way hes talking.

'just cause she's a girl doesn't mean I have to be soft on her. and I know she's not all that sensitive due to her being here in the first place' -kazu

with a few seconds of thinking and a given up sigh she finally spoke up about her reasoning. "just needed some distractions, something fun to do that gives off adrenaline"

it's not the full story, and Kazutora knows that much but it's still enough.

"there's plenty of people like that" people that join gangs just to find some sort of purpose or excitement. Hanma being one of them, he remembers him having a conversation about that.

"but for you why Valhalla? I'm no exception out of everyone here so I can't talk much but this gang is full of guys that won't hesitate to do anything without feeling sorry" he's self aware at least.

"cause anywhere else felt dull, half of the gangs now merely have a purpose other than to 'be better than the others' I want something more than that not just some half assed group"

"you're quite an interesting girl" one that does what she wants and is smart about how she does it, he'll give her that but not say it.

a decision is to be decided, either she stays or she goes. but her staying will leave certain marks that can't be erased such as everyone seeing what's under the mask, whispers are probably already exhilarating of her being a girl and that will cause some trouble, for herself. but being the first girl into Valhalla could also cause some brief changes, such as an ego for y/n but also maybe some disagreement for the others which will take time to get them to warm up. which one?

-- on the side lines/ bonus --

kazutora walking past choji but stops and stares at him for a brief moment, "your not wearing a mask because your secretly girl right?" after he asked that it just hit him how stupid that sounded without any context.

"what?" choji's eyes squinted a little and his eyebrows furrowed out of confusion by what kazu may be indicating

"never mind shut up, I didn't ask you anything"

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jimmyysea · 6 months

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FK OFTS interview -

they are asked to say a little bit abt their characters/intro them

khao: i play ray, who is very a self-centered and lonely person. his family is rich so he likes to use money to fix his problems

first: i play sand who is a guy who has to work hard to earn money and make a living because his fam is moderate. he does whatever he can to earn money to keep on living and fulfil his dreams, which is to travel to music festivals around the world.

since you've already worked on 3 shows tgt, what did you guys have to do meet the expectations for the chemistry that you've built previously? how did you step it up for this show?

khao: we do homework like usual. mostly we focus on workshop of our character, with our director and other actors/actresses. yes, but the part where we get to act tgt also makes us comfortable. there's not much to change since we already know like the way he will act and how i will act.

since this is a more mature show, what was your reaction to reading the script?

first: wow.

first: amazing, surprised, amazing [in english]

khao: yes, but we can also feel the excited and fun feeling. the ful feeling we will get to work on this story

first: as an actor, when i read the script, i felt that the script is very detailed and good, cuz the character we read seems so fun, it makes us, as actors, want to jump into the fun they are having. is it confusing?

outside your own characters, what other characters do you find intriguing and why?"

khao: sand is an interesting character. because he's a musician, and the music he listens to is also the music we listen to irl

first: yes, this is the real story. sand's taste in music is totally khao's style

first: yes, and first wants to play "ray" role. i want to play ray because this character has smth that resembles me. first wants to play a rich person who can use money to fic his problems. i want to play a spoiled rich kid who stays home and is cool. [he says this so EXCITED and PASSIONATE]. im self-centered and i want this and that. i want it so yeah. in the past, all my roles are like life fighter, strong and i have never played a role that is young and rich. i just feel like i want to try being like that. okay, what problem do you have? how much money do u need? here's the money. how much do u want, write it on the cheque, and u go fix this problem for me. i want to try being a rich guy!!

actors often become attached to props/costumes since they work with them almost everyday. do u guys have any props/costumes u became attached to?

khao: there are three things. these earrings [points to what he's wearing]. these are mine. i bought them myself to wear it when acting in the scenes. [first is grinning at him] when i bought it, it felt like an excuse to buy that i bought it for work. then my watch [also wearing it]. same as the one in the series [first: its the same as the one khao uses in his daily life]. i went and bought it. and the rings [index finger rings] that i wear in the series. i like to play with them.

first: i have two. actually 3 things, that make me feel like i can be in character with these things. there's the guitar cuz sand plays it at night in the series. a guitar and the motorcycle. sometimes ppl wonder if sand is really poor since his mum is a gogo bar manager and and he has a motorcycle to ride. and the third thing is a fit vintage shirt because its sand's taste that in every scene he will have a jacket but inside he will wear a fit shirt

set locations often become an attachment for actors also because u are filming there all the time. do you have a fav set location?

khao: YOLO bar. its like a gathering place for all the actors/actresses. whether there's trouble or love stories it always happens here. its like a centre place of the series. (why does this remind me of the FRIENDS cafe??)

first: like he said, every crucial story that happens in the story is mostly always at the bar.

first: khaotung likes bars.

*if you could give ur character a theme song, what would it be?

khao:: Lets try. its my song haha

first: i came across this sing and i think this represents my character's mood. the feeling i feel in ep5. the song is "Blue Butterfly". when i listen to it i feel very into the character's feelings. [he plays a little bit of the song on his phone] im very into it, it suits ep 5 vibes very well

if your character had their own podcast, what would it be about?

khao: 'Review Whiskey'.

first: 'How to be Rich People'. what to do to become a rich person.

okay, khaotung! we're super excited that you're doing the OST for the show. we absolutely love it. what is the process, when u record the song, and what was your reaction when you got the OST?

khao: this song…when i was in the studio to record the song.. o felt that its a song thats like, how to say it, hmm, like a complete song. a song that i can feel and reflect the most since i have been recording the song. since from when i first hear it i the studio.

first: khao had a song before but every song he has recorded previously all had the songwriter's personality in it. but when khao first recorded this song, after he finished recording he said 'this is the song', he feels like this song belongs to him and reflects himself well because of the mood and tone and instrument in bgm, every detail comes together as Khaotung element.

khao: yes, totally.

were you like excited to get the OST for the show?

khao: very. i was very nervous and excited and also very happy that everyone likes it. because its a voice tone that i have never sang before. sometimes i might scream my lungs our alone in my room but [first: 'AHHHHHHH' while giggling], but i never sing it for the public to hear before and im very happy that everyone likes it.

first, for you, your character is a singer in a band. so if you could create your own band with the characters in the show, who would they be and what would their positions be?"

first: ray first. ray between guitar and singing. ill bring mew for the keyboard. boston on the drums. nick and top looking after all the props, and as our audience. chuem as the band manager.

what would your band name be?

first: yes i have some in mind but i think it sounds weird to say out loud. band name 'Chip Hye Leaw' (Holy Shit!). but we will play around w the sounds like c-h-i-p that means plastic coins or potato chips and 'Hye' and 'Hai' like gone and then 'Leaw' that stays as that. so it becomes 'Chip hai Leaw' (Chip is gone). there is a story behind this name because if we create this name ppl will be like eh? what? we will use Chip as our band mascot and if one day the band is gone, ppl will ask qs like "Hey! where has the Chip gone? The chip band has disappeared and gone, where are they? we want to listen to their performance again.

we have different couples in the show but your characters have the most intense emotions right. so did you have any challenges when you were portraying the roles?

khao: its. its not that hard.

first: he's kind of easy. not that hard.

khao: we're getting better at acting. its not that hard in terms of changing and delivering emotions. but the hard part is sometimes when the character's actions doesn't make sense. we have to try and understand it

first: its the same has khao but i would like to explain more. when we have to go back and try to understand why the character acts that way. sometimes in actor shoes or or as a person, we have different opinion than the character's belief. which it could me we think 'what?" (wtf is wrong w the subs here idk) i dont wanna do that here. why do i have to act like that? why? its a conflict feeling that comes tgt when i have to overcome because if i will act as that character, if i want to portray the character, i have to connect with the character's choice of action. which could have a conflict of rejection inside that i have to overcome.

any funny moments bts?

first: there was some dialogue we misspoke. and we were so confident. the script that was written goes like this: "so what? do you want me to make this uni a white area? you arent that good of a person". i misspoke this when i was acting. and i was so confident but actually i said "so what? do you want me to make this uni a green area? free of drugs and has trees growing?". i said the wrong colour. i was so confident w my poker face, like the thing i said was right.

khao: its a kissing scene. the scene atmosphere was super quiet. it wasnt like in the script. we were at the scene filming and were continuing each other's dialogues and we were closing in on each other and then…"pff pood"? and i was like eh? what? whats that sound?

first: at that time it was a filming where the recording was going on and the surrounding was very quiet, like complete silence and only us were continuing each other's dialogues. we were talking until one point where we have to kiss. our faces are very near each other. and suddenly, theres a sound "woop woop" and both of us stopped. and staring at each other's face like ??? one of the staff was farting. yea, we couldnt stop laughing and all the recordings we did for the long run couldnt be used since we didnt follow the script to the ending scene.

FAN QUESTIONS

if you could give advice to ur character, what advice would you give?

khao: pls look after ur health more

first: you can love others but pls dont forget to love yourself too.

for ppl who havent watched the show yet, can u tell them why they should watch it?

khao: cuz everyone will be able to relate w the character no matter which character cuz every character in this story is somebody out there or someone whom we may have met in our lives before. or some experiences that u might have faced before will be similar. this drama might remind u of some of the moments in your life. both nostalgic or sad or bad moments. something that might or could be a life lesson.

word association game (words to songs) [in eng] [faster person wins]

word: LOVE

khao: oh, theres a lot of music [in eng] first: Love Somebody

word: BABY

khao: baby. baby by justin bieber.

word: NEVER

first: Never Say Never

word: SHY

khao: [ sings super shy super shy] super shy by new jeans

word: WORLD

first: you are my world, your world is my world

word: LATE

khao: [singing] its too late to apologise first: the song is Apologise

word: CRY

first: OH KESHI SONG i forgot the lyrics [he is Struggling] i rmb there's cry in the song but i dont rmb the lyrics.

khao: [sings] first time you ever saw me cry. taylor swift

word: FRIEND

first: company by justin beiber? its slightly diff working, is this okay?

word: Happy

first: [sings] happy happy happy happy… what were the lyrics again? [khao: ????????] HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU

word: LONELY

[after googling] khao: lonely by justin bieber

word: DRINK

first: DRUNK by keshi

word: SAD

[after a while both of them going Through it emotionally] first: Sad Movie

#ofts #only friends the series #ray #sand #first kanaphan #khaotung thanawat #firstkhao #firstkhao interview #Youtube #*mine

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jeoneffext · 1 year

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starboy / rider!cyno

- an au, short imagines with sport motor rider cyno as your boyfriend.

(credits goes to the artist!)

( play to match the moment)

- having a boyfriend who has another baby (his motor) is hard, he spent most of his time on it, and you’re a little jealous sometimes. (just a little)

- his motorbike has a name! he named it ‘Anubis’, he just think it matches well with its color palette, a gray-black with purple stripes on the side of the seat.

- cyno sometimes invites you to ride over his motorbike, you couldn’t help but be scared because there’s one time where you almost fell when you were just about to sit on it.

- rider cyno brought you places, mostly he would take you at the beach, and you two would watch the sunset together <3

- matching leather jackets, black jeans, and boots with him!! you two are like a couple the came straight out from a novel.

- cyno sometimes teaches you how to ride a motor, but you scared ass is even afraid to hold the hand clutch

- sometimes invites over his best bros for a motor ride, sometimes a dare has made that the four of them should race, the one that wins gets to ride one of each other’s motors, and paubusan ng gas HAHAHAHAHA

- cyno’s best bros at motor racing are alhaitham, tighnari, and kaveh! they are the so called sumeru boys for being famous to win every motor races. and for being illegally handsome too.

- there’s this old story of yours when you met them four, you first had took liking on his best friend alhaitham instead of him, when he finds out about this when you two are in a relationship, boy he was pissed and wants to kick alhaitham’s motor and throw it down the hill. thankfully he didn’t cause he was about to.

- (special mention) his brother xiao, would also join you two, you often mistaken xiao as cyno cause they have the same height with same attitudes. (also both of them are generals) there’s one time you completely mistaken the green haired as your boyfriend when he was sitting on his motor bike, hopping on it, boy the xiao was taken aback, the moment you looked at his eyes, it’s over. THAT AINT YOUR DAMN BOYFRIEND

- this is the best one, you always are present on his motorcycle races, cheering so loudly for your boyfriend everytime he appears in the scene, you could immediately recognized him from his aura and silver haired.

- he always win on any races, and you’re his number one fan!

(your imaginations lead if you want this sunrise, sunset, or late at midnight)

Cyno hand clutches on the motor clutch, his body sitting on his motor bike as he waits for you to finish wearing your helmet. The man only looks at you struggling to clip your helmet, in which he offers help. A satisfied sigh escapes your mouth when he fixed your helmet.

“Ready baby?” His deep voice distracting you every time, you excitedly hop on his back, always the same thing, same matching black outfits and helmet.

Cyno starts to insert the engine, earning a loud exhaust noise from Anubis, his big black boots goes over to the starter pedal, the motor bike starts to create “vroom” sound as always. And as a excited girlfriend you are, always hugs him from behind as he drives.

“Hold tight.” His voice demanding you to stay still. Your head resting on his back he drives away, faster as always.

Sometimes this man over speeds that you have to warn him or else he will be pulled over by some random traffic enforcer. But when rides with you, he knows how to limit it, cause he knows you don’t like it.

“Cyno. Don’t overspeed.”

“Don’t call me by my name, I am not Cyno, I am your baby.” Cyno said while his eyes focused on the road, tightening on the clutch, you could only chuckle at his words.

“Anubis ain’t gonna like this.”

“Right. Now please call me baby.”

“Focus on the road!”

This is how you two spend your quality time together. For the rest of your life.

#genshin impact #genshin imagines #cyno x you #genshin cyno #alhaitham #tighnari #kaveh #cyno imagines #alternate universe #cyno x reader #genshin x you #genshin x reader #al haitam x reader #tighnari genshin #kaveh genshin #cyno genshin impact #spotify

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matan4il · 27 days

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I follow you for your Israel and Jewish posts, and honestly I've no idea about anything Mileapo but it always makes me happy to see you posting about them because it means you got a fun little break from the hard shit

Awwwww, thank you so much, lovely Nonnie!

First, for following me. Second, for being so kind, and caring about me getting a bit of fun as well.

I'll just say Mileapo seem to be (on top of handsome and talented) genuinely kind. It's in little things like the way fans caught on film Mile behind the scenes, thanking the security staff at one of their events. People usually talk about how kind stars are with their fans, but I liked that he was kind with some of the people who are usually invisible, the ones who are not fans, nor fellow actors, or in the entertainment business at all, staff Mile might never see again in any other event, people who he's not likely to benefit from in any way after that specific event is over, but he took the time to acknowledge and thank them. Just being reminded of kindness is always beautiful to me, and extra needed during these times. From what I've heard about Apo, he's got social anxiety and is more socially reserved than Mile around strangers, but is equally as kind with everyone.

So yes, I do still follow them, even if I don't post about them daily like I used to. It means a lot that someone who doesn't know them, still cares about my well being enough to be happy over my Mileapo posts. It's like a circle of kindness, and that feels like a blessing, so again, thank you! And I hope you're also taking care of yourself, and making sure to find little comforts where you can find them! *hugs*

And just because, here's some Mileapo stuff anyway, just so we can have their pretty (and kind) faces included. ^u^ First, a reminder that this is how they look and smile at each other:

Second, the other day Apo shared a video on IG from his bday party back in February. Mile commented this -

And while it's def meant to come across as him teasing Apo, as if he's celebrating his 3rd bday anniversary, because he's such a joyful kid, I couldn't help notice that it's also 3 years since the first time they got to celebrate their bdays together. Coincidence? Maybe. Three is a typological number, so it's possible that when Mile wanted to throw out a random small age, it just happened to be 3. But this "anniversary" of them re-meeting and getting to do this together might have been somewhere in the back of his mind, too.

Speaking of things I have only guesses about, the other day Mile might have flown somewhere, possibly as part of a job for Guerlain. He posted to his IG story a pic from the airport, and added the bee emoji (bee is Guerlain's symbol, Mile's used this emoji before when posting about jobs he was doing for this company). Did he fly out, where to, or is this just a random throwback pic from a previous trip for Guerlain? IDK. But the very next day, Mile shared the song, "Ain't No Sunshine" (which goes, "Ain't no sunshine when she's gone"). We know that Mile and Apo have repeatedly used the moon symbol for Mile, and the sun for Apo, going all the way back to February 2021. So, it might be Mile missing Apo on main. Wouldn't be the first time.

Which reminded me of the last time when we know for sure Mile went away for a Guerlain event, in Malaysia. Mile wore a bee pin on his jacket, and performed "Nothing's Going to Change My Love for You." On the same day, Apo posted to his IG stories a black screen, with the exact same song playing as the soudtrack.

Yeah, I think music is def a part of their love language, and that day proves it beyond any doubt (whether we think that this love is romantic or platonic).

Third. Recently Mileapo went on a trip to New Zealand to film a Taiwanese variety show (and possibly do a Dior photoshoot while there as well). On the flight there, Apo was taking a pic with a Hong Kong celeb he's friends with, and in it, he was seen wearing a silver ring. In the past, this ring was identified as very likely Mile's, when Apo wore it for his own bday celebration in Feb 2023.

We also got this pic from the New Zealand trip. Beyond the fact that Mile's hand under Apo's jacket is doing things to me, that specific piece is the pink Dior jacket that fans suspect Mile bought for Apo ahead of the BOC Japan trip (where Apo was first seen wearing it), because Mile was caught on film talking to a sales lady right after Apo called him over to show him the jacket. So, did Apo fly to New Zealand with a ring and a jacket he got from Mile? IDK, but it's def a nice thought, and a reminder of how intertwined they are.

Meanwhile, Apo liked this fan art of Mileapo in the above pic:

And since I started this with how they look at each other, I'll end there as well. This is from the recent Vogue gala, mid interview. They're professionals, they know where the camera is, they know they're supposed to look there, and yet...

Hope people enjoy this! Never stop spreading joy and kindness, wherever you can. xoxox

(click for all of my past Mileapo/Kinnporsche/Man Suang posts)

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hard-times-paramore · 9 months

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Drive (2011) - An Autistic Reading

Have you guys ever watched this movie with Ryan Gosling? Did you know he's literally me. Hello, fellas, today I am going to talk about why I think Guy From Drive, the Protagonist of Drive, has this thang called autism.

Everything you see here is headcanon. It wasn't intentional on the movie's part. In fact, I know it and find it hilarious. Every writing choice in this movie that led it to be critically acclaimed as a sigma male film bro has only pushed this guy further into The Spectrum. Let's take a look at them.

The Jacket

You can't talk about Drive without bringing up Ryan Gosling's silvery embroidered scorpion jacket. This iconic costume design has him standing out in the crowd as the baddass that he is, a part of his personality and of the movie's visual design. He wears that scorpion jacket so often that it becomes his image in the movie's posters.

OR... It's his comfort clothing. This jacket gets progressively dirtier with blood as the movie goes forward and he does not take it out even when he has the chance to change. Because it's the right texture, it's comfortable and familiar. When everything is falling apart around him in the second half of the movie, that scorpion quite literally has his back.

The Gloves

We love a sexy pair of gloves. I like to think they have the same function, another comfort, since he's never caught driving without them on. Might be a sensory thing too, keeping things from touching his hands.

Which reminds me of this scene

This scene is very WOW. The SYMBOLISM. His hands are DIRTY because he is a CRIMINAL.

But he was also talking his way out of physical contact here.

The Brooding Attitude

Another thing you can't talk about this movie without bringing up is the fact the protagonist is Very Mysterious and Brooding and Quiet. Everyone wants to be as cool as he is with how Quiet and Mysterious he acts. I even saw people making fun at the fact that it takes him a good 30 seconds to answer anything addressed to him.

But to me, that was just screaming nonverbality. It's not even that he's an introvert, or awkward at socializing, since he happily seeks out Irene and her son Benício to chat with them. It's just that it's hard for him - the actual talking.

In this context, his monologue at the start of the film, which he repeats later on when he decides to help Standard, might be something he scripted, and rolls more easily off his tongue now.

People also point out his facial expression stays the same for the entire movie. He also often stares at everything in a very intense manner. It might be him being all baddass and calm and collected, or it might be that he just can't emote properly, something that happens a lot with autistic people. It's not like Ryan Gosling was being a lazy / bad actor, because he hinted microexpressions and acted with his entire body during the movie. A scene that definitely caught my eye was the one he was about to hammer a bullet into his enemy's face.

Sure, his face doesn't change even as he talks with the big baddy guy on the phone, but he's clearly angry to the point of twitching a little.

The Toothpick

I like that he had this little toothpick in his mouth all the time. He even asks Benício if he wants one, and the kid, thinking he's cool as hell, accepts so he can be like him. It's a nice little trait that adds extra personality to him.

It's also most definitely a stim.

The Cars

Last thing I have to add is the theme of the entire movie. This guy lives and breathes cars. He has three separate jobs and all of them involve cars. Every hobby and leisure activity he was portrayed partaking in the movie was in a car. He drives.

Cars are his special interest. We'll never know the choices that led him to his life of crimes, but we know he managed to include his favorite thing, the thing he loves and specialized on, into it. And he does a damn good job at it, his baddass movie protagonist-grade talent at being Mr. Drive.

Bonus: the theme song

Just cause "A Real Hero" by College is such an autistic song to me. Those lyrics about being "emotionally complex, in a grain of dystopic claims", all while the chorus repeats itself ad-infinitum, reassuring you that you've proven yourself to be a real human being (and a real hero). It's a common experience to autism, and I can confirm it, to feel alienated, like you're some sort of alien in a sea of normal people. The fact this song reassures me I'm human is very comforting.

Thank you for coming to my ted talk.

#babygirl I imprint on blorbos you have never even heard of.#autism #actually autistic #Drive 2011 #my posts

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withlove-amber · 2 months

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Ballroom Dancing

alden parker x reader

(Y/N) would be lying if she said she wasn’t at least a little excited to go. The whole of NCIS had been invited as a sort of “thank you for all of your hard work” to the upcoming Navy ball. She had gone dress shopping with Kasie and Jessica, and after hours of trying on, (Y/N) was starting to lose hope that she would find a dress that would make her feel good. But as the trio was walking past a display at a mall, she saw a deep navy blue, cowl-neck, satin dress. It also featured a sheer silver overlay, that looked as though it was starlight made into fabric. (Y/N) didn’t realize she had stopped walking, but let out a small laugh when she heard Kasie say, “We are not leaving this store until you try on that dress.” So try on the dress she did. And the looks on Jessica’s and Kasie’s faces when she stepped out from behind the curtain, said it all.

“Wow, just wow.” Jessica said, with her jaw almost on the floor. “Words not working.” came from Kasie, who hadn’t blinked since she saw (Y/N) step out. “Can you imagine Parker’s reaction to you in that dress?” Jessica said with a smirk, once she was able to pick her jaw up from the floor. Needless to say, (Y/N) bought the dress that very same hour. (Y/N) had also practiced curling her hair in preparation for the ball, as well as practicing walking in heels. Since tonight was the night of, everyone thought it best to just get ready at NCIS. Everyone was happy there wasn’t a case, to provide extra time to look extra good. Kasie’s ballistic chamber had been turned into a changing room, with the addition of a small curtain to provide a bit of privacy.

‘Ding!’ (Y/N) checked her phone, and saw a text from Torres, saying the team was waiting for them in the bullpen. “Ooh, alright girls, we gotta go. Everyone’s ready.” (Y/N) said, grabbing her clutch and walking to the door. When the 3 exited the back elevator, all eyes were on them, followed by multiple proclamations of ‘wow’ and a couple of whistles from Torres. Kasie and Jessica looked incredible, but (Y/N) felt just as beautiful as she looked. She immediately searched for Parker out of habit, and it took everything in her to not say ‘hot damn’ when she laid eyes on him. He was wearing a fitted tuxedo, and his suit jacket just so happened to match her dress perfectly.

(Y/N) wasn’t exactly sure what to do at these events, so she just tagged along with Kasie and Jessica to the bar in the hotel, where the ball was taking place. After a couple hours of dancing with her friends, (Y/N) sat at a vacant table nearby with a glass of champagne. She glanced at a dancing couple who looked so in love, and she started to daydream about herself and Alden dancing like that. Sure, there were cute sailors sweeping women off of their feet, but the only man (Y/N) wants to sweep her off her feet, is Alden Parker. She wondered if her feelings were as one-sided as she thinks they might be. Earlier before they left the bullpen, she felt him gently grip one of her hips, as they took a team photo to commemorate the night. Maybe it was a sign?

She didn’t have to daydream and wonder for long, as the very same silver-haired man that had captured her heart, made his way over to where she was sitting at the table. “If I’m being honest here, I don’t really know what to do at these things.” he confessed to her with a small laugh. “Neither do I, Parker, this isn’t really my scene.” (Y/N) replied. They were sitting so close, their shoulders brushed up against each other’s. Alden was trying to ignore the sparks he felt when she looked at him with a gentle smile, so he decided to make conversation by pointing out that Torres had danced with 3 different women in the span of only 2 hours.

In the middle of the conversation, the song that was playing changed to “Can’t Help Falling In Love” by Elvis Presley. “I love this song.” (Y/N) said, now softly swaying side to side. He decided in that moment to make a move on the woman he’s had a crush on since he started working at NCIS. “Would you like to dance?” he asked, holding out his hand for her to grab. “I’d love to Alden.” They made their way to the dance floor, ignoring everything else in the ballroom except each other. She melted inside when she felt his gentle touch on her waist, and his gentle touch while holding her hand. She often wondered how gentle his touch would be. Months of daydreaming about Alden, had nothing on the real thing.

They moved closer and closer to each other, so there was almost no space between the two. They had also made their way to the center of the dance floor, and neither of them had realized their friends had stopped dancing, and were now watching them like hawks. As the song went on, she thought about closing the gap between them, and it seemed he had the same idea. They were now standing so close, their chests touched, and their noses oh so softly brushed each other’s. ‘Close the gap. Just close the gap.’ (Y/N) thought over and over and over again. Alden was thinking the exact same thing, over and over and over again in his own mind. So close the gap they did. And when they reluctantly pulled apart for air, they could hear the team saying, “I knew it!”

#ncis #alden parker x reader #alden parker #kasie hines #jessica knight #nick torres

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ccoffii · 1 month

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Eleceed Redeisgns

Don’t get the wrong idea I’m not trying to fix anything (despite my issues with 75% of the bestie crew having the same hairstyle) ZHENA-nim art did really well on this series and I can definitely see her improvements!!

I find redesigning characters I like as a good exercise for me since I’m trying to practice my character design skills! I’ve also added headcannons so strap in.

First victim, istg he doesn’t even look like the same person lol.

- gave him the :3 mouth bc he has the little shit potential especially after wrapping everyone around his finger

- Longer hair comes from the hc that he is the kind of person who would hide behind it and to match his dads

- changed his hair to brown bc the blond colour blended with his skin too much (helps with contrast)

- The bag is to help him carry cats and more cat food

- Oversized clothes to wallow in, also to hide himself or something

- While Jiwoo and Kayden are implied to wear the same size clothing I still think Jiwoo’s clothes would be tight on Kayden

- It helps Kayden learn about Jiwoo as a person since he would question why his clothes were so ill fitting on him

- Colour palette was hard af, but I mostly went with warmer colours and added blue as an accent so he could match Kayden

- As u can tell the only thing that fits him perfectly is the school uniform, even then he likes to size up the blazer

- His bag would start with no buttons and over time more would be added based on where he’s been and the friends he makes

- Glasses are up for debate but they look nice on him

- gave him more down turned eyes so he could resemble Kang Daniel a little more

barely changed, basically the outfit was the only thing to go

- He looks like the kind of kid that would wear headphones all day

- His glasses fucked off to somewhere and I brought brought them back THEY R HERE TO STAY

- The dress shirt in his casual outfit is the same one from his uniform

- Bc of his upbringing with the doctor guy I would think he doesn’t have that many clothes to begin with and sees little point in getting more

- Ofc that will change later with his friends

- His name tag says his last name is Park but he doesn’t rlly have one and the wiki says so too, so it’s just something he had to give the school or somethin

- More lanky build? Basically a bean pole.

Again who the fuck is this

- gave him his melanin back, like all of it

- He seems more the varsity jacket type guy than Wooin

- Hair is based off Yeonjun’s lover loser era

- Tried to give him that international student type of beat vibe bc his sister is the big boss of the SK awakener scene

- i feel like with this hairstyle it’s easier to imagine him with black hair but I digress

- His jacket starts off with no patches and they’re slowly added on when he spends time with the bestie crew

MY GIRLIE!!

- Changed her uniform to be more fancy based off of the reaction of other students in Jiwoo’s school, the pendant on her bow is her own addition.

- No respectable Gen Z wears ripped skinny jeans… Controversial

- a converse girlie for sure

- Her hair is kinda based off the Mafuyu White Day card, either way she has to give gender

- Are they called arm warmers? They give her an interesting silhouette and very distinguishable from the guys

- Alternatively she wears a turtle neck and a sweater/large T-Shirt when it’s too cold + arm warmers just cause

Some other stuff:

- yes, all the redesigns will eventually include some element of blue like Jiwoo to help connect them and signify how close they are

- a lot of them were made with a go out shopping episode in mind to help us learn more about them

- maybe I’ll write a fic but finals r chasing my ass rn so eventually

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I Will Always Love You ~ Eddie Munson

Tags : m-rae23 ~ palomam18 ~eddiesprincess86~ irish-newzealand-idian-dutch~ igmentofquinn ~ figmentofquinn ~gloomybrieyxb~hqtetsurou ~ theintimatewriter ~ randomstory56

Summary : It's over between you and Eddie, and he runs to Chrissy not to your surprise. What happens when tragedy strikes and Eddie tries to do anything he can to save you?

Author's Note : I cried so much

Warning : Angst

" I can't do this anymore" tears stream down your cheek as you looked at Eddie who stood near the sink of his trailer. His hands on the counter on each side as he stared into the silver shining sink filled with a few dishes.

Nothing was the same anymore between you and Eddie. He had been distancing himself. There was no more hand holding, kisses, kisses on the cheeks, the spot at the Hellfire table felt empty as much as Dustin and Mike tried to cheer you up, you didn't feel like Eddie's girl.

His eyes would always be on her. He had told you many times how the two of them were friends but you noticed the looks he was giving her. The same once he gave you.

Eddie didn't follow you as you left the trailer even though he felt his heart crack in two as you walked out of his life that day. You left in tears leaving your heart with him while you made it towards your car. Once you sat in the car, you erupted into sobs leaning your head on the wheel. Eddie stared out the window at the scene knowing he had to let you go.

A week went by and you had noticed how Eddie would wait after Chrissy's class, carried her books for her or took her backpack on his shoulder, she took your spot at the Hellfire table, he gave her a Hellfire shirt, one that you used to wear, his eyes shined when he looked at her. His eyes in heart eyes as he stared at her. He laughed at the things she said. He held her. He kissed her.

He told you, " we're just friends, don't worry about it"

It hurt. It hurt a lot that he moved on so quickly leaving you in the dust where you had to repair yourself with the help of Steve and Robin.

The both of them were loss at words finding out Eddie had moved on quickly from you. Steve was livid watching as Eddie came over during movie night with Chrissy on his arm. You tried so hard to be there for movie night, but making an excuse every time to not bare to see him with her.

" You don't need him" Robin rubbed your shoulder in comfort sending you a sympathetic smile during her shift at Family Video. You had came in to rent something to watch over the weekend. Steve came from the back with a familiar movie you loved so much. The same movie that you and Eddie would watch, together.

"Not that one, dingus!" Robin scolded him pushing the movie back into his chest sending him to the back with a stumble. Steve sent you an apologetic look as he walked into the back to look for something else you can watch.

The door bell rang signaling that someone had walked in. Not just any someone, Eddie and Chrissy holding hands. Everything seems to slow down. Silence filled the store. Not even a pin drop could be heard as the couple stiffed in their step. Eddie's brown eyes fall on your figure seeing the back of your jacket as you stood by the counter. Your shoulders tensed up and ears heightened as you heard that familiar jingle of chain when he walked through the door. Robin eyes you then look over at the two by the door.

" Hey" she reaches out her hand, laying on top of yours watching as your breathing picked up.

" I-I can't" you mumbled through your tear slipping your hand through hers dropping to your side as you turned around making a run for it. Eddie watches as you run out the door in sadness.

He didn't even get a chance to ask how you were doing. He turns to Robin and Steve makes his way from the back but stops in his tracks. His jaw sets as his gaze holds anger once he spots Eddie. He scoffs placing the movies he had in his hands on the counter as he points to Eddie.

" You got some nerve, Munson" Chrissy looks between the two, stepping back. Eddie's eyebrows scrunched together seeing the way Steve was reacting to his presence. Steve was his friend, so he thought.

" What?" Robin sighs as she leans back from the counter. " You need to leave, Eddie" she says, disappointment in her voice as she looks at Steve who's ready to jump at Eddie at any given moment.

" But I-"

" Leave" Steve spats as he points to the door. Eddie hangs his head feeling he's unwanted as he walks out the front door with Chrissy following him.

You couldn't hold the tears in as they flown down your cheek sitting at Benny's diner staring at the table, hunched over as your shoulders shook. You had no idea why you came here but you sat in silence, crying feeling eyes on you. You didn't care at that moment. Your heart was breaking seeing them together. Friends my ass.

" You look like you need this" Benny placed your favorite milkshake in front of you. You wiped your nose from the snot and the tears with the back of your sleeve looking up at Benny in silence as a thank you.

His hand lays on your shoulder, giving it a squeeze as a sort of comfort as he walks away. Your shaky hands grip the coldness of the cup as you reached for the straw, sipping on it slowly.

Your eyes are brimming with tears feeling the coldness of the milkshake go down your throat. You wished you haven't met Eddie then it would be easier not to hurt like this.

Eddie probably didn't even feel sorry about the way he hurt you. He dropped you for her. He replaces you with her. She was a cheerleader after all, while you loved to bury your face in your books, spend time at the library where Eddie would always find you taking your books as he ran around. The librarian always scolded him for running but he never got in trouble due to the librarian liking you.

You were just a nerd, Chrissy was so much better than you. But you loved him so much. You knew him like the back of your hand. You were always there for him whenever he got into fights, patching him up, you were there for his campaigns, you would watched as he drew in his notebook, you loved hearing him read to you, you loved being in his arms, waking up to him, you even cooked for him and brought Wayne some.

You treated him with so much love like he deserved but it wasn't enough. Chrissy was.

Eddie Munson betrayed your heart.

Things got worse when he brought her around everyone, including you as Hawkins had monsters reappearing and you and the rest were being heroes.

At one point the gang had left you alone with Eddie. You sat way far away from him avoiding his gaze. This gave a chance for Eddie to look at you clearly. He see's the redness and puffyiness in your eyes, he sees the sadness and the battle your trying to fight in your eyes, the way there is a crease in between your eyebrows. He knows your in your head.

But what catches him in awe is the way you spring into action showing you were the mama bear of the group. He watches as you grew closer to the kids, especially Dustin as he sees for the first time in awhile that your smiling.

" You don't love her" you mumbled out catching him off guard. His eyebrows knit together as he tries to figure out what you mean.

" Chrissy" you add to seeing the confusion on his face.

" You don't know how I feel Y/N, don't try to jump to any conclusions.. sweetheart" he tried the familiar nickname as it rolls of his tongue but it taste bitter, he's sees you flinch at it.

" There is no way you love her that quickly"

Eddie shot out of his seat as his jaw sets and fist to his side.

" You don't get to decide who I love or what I feel" he points his ring index finger at you, his other hand in a fist shaking by his side.

" I bet you didn't love me, even" Eddie takes a step back like you had shot him in the chest with your words.

" I never did" he hisses, lying to your face. Those words hit you hard as they slip out of his mouth. He watches as you turn your gaze away and your lip trembles, he sees the tear when you close your eyes. His hand itches for him to brush it away but he doesn't as he watches as your heart break in front of him once again.

You loved Eddie with all your heart. You loved him when he told you he didn't feel good enough for you. You told him he stole your heart from the moment he looked at you. From the moment he laughed. The moment he smiled. The moment he stood up for you. The moment he introduced you to Wayne. The moment he introduced you to the Hellfire table. The moment he had your back when Jason Carver decided to trip you. The moment he held you in his arms for the first time. The moment his lips were on yours. The moment he called you sweetheart. The moment his eyes locked with yours as you watched his set at the Hideout. The moment he put his trust in you.

But it wasn't enough. You weren't enough. Your love was not enough for him.

When the door swings open and everyone rushes back in, with Chrissy who happily hops over to Eddie wrapping her arms around his waist. He smiles down at her, one hand is on her cheek as he kisses her.

His eyes are wide open as he kisses her staring down at you already seeing that you were watching him. He watches as your heart cracks in your eyes.

He is the reason of it. Steve pushes past them as he makes his way over to you and wraps an arm around you, pulling you into him. Eddie pulls away from Chrissy as he glares at Steve. Watching Steve comfort you.

He sits down and Chrissy sits on his lap and as he holds her, his heart sinks looking at you and Steve. Were you dating Steve? He closes his eyes as he takes deep breathe in. He shouldn't feel like this.

He got his dream girl, right?

Then why does it feel like everything is wrong in this moment. Everything was defiantly wrong. No one was ready for what's about to come not even Eddie who can't help but look at you.

Dustin, you and Eddie were going to deal with the demo bats while Nancy, Robin and Steve were going to end Vecna once and for all. You stood your ground with your heart racing watching as Dustin went first up the rope that connected Hawkins with Upside down.

Eddie was about to say something but you shoved him, he gave you one look before he climbed the rope, Dustin pulling him up as they both waited for you.

" Y/N! Let's go" Dustin yelled.

The screeching of the demobats was coming closer. You can hear them pound through the door.

You, you had been dating something else. With a sparkle look in your eyes. The look of determination, a look like you had something uo your sleeve.

" Y/N, climb up. You have to hurry...wait what are you doing?!" Eddie shouted, eyes wide as he watches you cut the sheet that connected your way to Hawkins and Upside down.

" NO!" Eddie screamed. Dustin's eyes got wide, his heart racing watching the one person that was like another mother to him, another person he looked up to watching as you moved the mattress away from the entrance.

" Y/N, please" Dustin begged. Both boys eyes were glossy with fear in their eyes.

You threw them one of those I'm sorry smiles, " I'm buying you both time."

" Absolutely not! Please" Eddie pleaded looking for a way to get to you through the gate. " Don't-t do this, sweetheart.... y-you can't..."

You blew a kiss to them grabbing onto your weapon and you were out of their view.

" Fuck!" Eddie yelled, tears streaming down his cheeks. He wasn't about to lose you. " We gotta get to her!"

Eddie couldn't lose you, you had dreams going to college and being a journalist. You had dreams to get away from Hawkins and have family. You used to tell him you wanted to be a mother one day, but a mother to his children. You had so many things to do for yourself. But you also were choosing to leave your friends, Steve, Robin, Nancy, Dustin, Mike, Lucas, Max, El, Hopper and even Eddie. Eddie was the love of your life and he was terrified of losing you. He loves you. He made a mistake and hopes he can fix it.

" I'm coming for you, sweetheart" Eddie says as he and Dustin find a way through the gate. You needed Eddie. You needed him.

Eddie doesn't remember the last time he ran this fast with his heart racing like it was about to be ripped out of his chest. His eyes are in panic as he stops in his tracks noticing the demo bats had fallen to the ground.

His heart sinks seeing your body come into his view.

" Y/N!" He yelled as he races to you, to your body. Your hair surrounds your face like a crown, body is filled with bites from demobats, your shirt is stained with blood. You were bleeding badly and it wasn't good.

" Oh god" he lets out a shaky sob as he holds your head in his lap.

" Oh sweetheart" tears stream down his face as he watches you hiss in pain.

" It's bad?" you asked, coughing up some blood. He takes a moment to tear his gaze away from you, your lips were stained with blood as your teeth too.

"Eds" you call out to him. The pang of a knife digging in his chest hearing his old nickname you call out to him. He brings his head down to look at you. His eyes are glossy with more tears streaming down his chest.

" I-I need to ta-ake you-u t-to the hospital" he gasps through his sobs. " You're goin-ng to-o b-be okay"

You stare up at the beautiful brown eye boy that wants to be the hero but this time, you chose your path and you wanted to be the hero.

" Help! Dustin! Steve! HELP!" Eddie yells as he clutches your body leaning his head on your chest. He doesn't care if he's getting blood himself.

" Thank you for loving me, even if it was for a moment" you cough out. His head perks up as he shakes his head caresses your face, which you formed a weak smile at him with the blood staining your lips.

" I always loved you, I love you sweetheart. Y/N I love you. I love you. I love you" he says through his sobs. " Promise me you look out for everyone, Dustin too. He needs you. They all need you"

Eddie takes a hold of your hand that is stained with blood putting it against his lips, you feel the wetness of his tears as he stares down at you with love, fear, sadness and hope.

" Promise" he kisses on top of your hand.

" Kiss me. One last time" you say, blood seeping your mouth but Eddie closes his eyes for a moment and opens them feeling his heart is ripping out of his chest as he leans down pressing his lips against yours. Just for a moment, he feels you kissing him back but when he pulls back. You're gone.

The lightness in your eyes is no longer there as your empty eyes stare back at the boy you loved with all your heart.

" No! No! No!" Eddie shakes his head as he pulls your body to his chest, cradling it in his arms. " Come back to me! Please" he sobs int your blood clothed shirt.

He didn't hear the footsteps behind him.

" What-" Steve gasps seeing Eddie cradling your body noticing your hand in limp and your head rolled to the side. His legs give out under him as his eyes brim with tears.

He didn't get to say goodbye.

Nancy and Robin run up behind and gasp with their hand covered their mouth. Their best friend is gone. Dustin wraps his arms around Eddie as he cries, his heart breaking hearing Eddie scream for you to come back.

You chose to be the hero. Saving your friends and the one person that you loved.

#eddie munson x reader #imagine eddie munson #eddie munson #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson x y/n #jewls writes

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flyingwargle · 6 months

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whumptober day 20: "you will regret touching them." (modified) / fontaine siblings

tw: implications of kidnapping and child trafficking

there are two jackets in the back of lyney’s closet that are rarely touched. the reasons are simple: one is for ceremonies and festivities conducted by the fatui, and the other is used for assignments given to them by father.

tonight is one of those assignments.

he places his hat on the desk and sweeps the jacket over his shoulders. he buttons it, pulls on the matching gloves, pulls the hood over his hair. he replaces his usual trick deck with another, summons his bow to ensure his movements aren’t restricted. his boots are heavy in the emptiness of his bedroom.

freminet meets him in the hallway, similarly dressed. his eyes are blank, sharing a conversation with him through nods. the rest of the hotel is empty. it won’t be, after tonight.

the tiny yard is bathed in moonlight. it’s enclosed with wrought iron, shrubs growing beyond the rusted confines. flowers strain toward the light, dancing with the wind. there are clouds in the sky that seem to promise rain. a promise is not a guarantee; at least, not in fontaine.

a cat emerges from the bushes. a ribbon is tied around its neck, the same color as lynette’s. the brothers meet one another’s eyes and nod. they step out of the yard and follow the cat through the alleyways to leave the court of fontaine.

their younger siblings used themselves as bait for the exchange, scheduled for tonight. lynette, using her wide range of contacts, confirmed the details and scouted the area. now, it’s up to the brothers to swoop in, rescue their siblings, and clean up after them.

that cat leads them beyond the city limits. the ground slopes upward, grass rustled by the wind. there is malice in the air, along with greed. the waters are rough, whispering about an unmarked boat off the shore that sailed from sumeru. as for its destination, it’s hard to tell – mondstadt, liyue, inazuma…perhaps it would stop everywhere and nowhere at all.

lyney summons his bow. the cat jumps into the grass; freminet gives him a look before donning his helmet and grabbing hold of his claymore. they walk toward the beach.

there are hoarse shouts, rough jostles, broken chuckles. there is a rowboat beached on the sand, where four children are shoved into. further out in the water is a larger ship, undoubtedly left out there to limit access. unfortunately for them, lyney’s precision is unlike anything in the world.

it has to be. he’s a magician, after all.

he releases a warning shot. the arrow sticks in the sand, causing the shadowed men to jump. the children cower. it’s a façade, as they can only act to make up for their helplessness. weapons gleam beneath the moonlight. there’s a shout. “who’s there? show yourself!”

they stand on the beach. his jacket ripples around him – it’s a size too big, but as father always said, he’ll grow into it. freminet, as well, wears one that’s much smaller, since his claymore is heavy enough. lyney doesn’t want to burden him further.

“who-?”

he fires another shot. arrows retaliate. he disappears in a pile of cards, reappears right in front of his enemies. his cards lay at his feet. “gentlemen, we can do this the easy way or the hard way. which would you prefer?”

“fatui?” the name comes with bewilderment. “how did you-?”

“we have eyes and ears everywhere.” lyney raises his bow, flames radiating at the tip. “well? what’ll it be?” freminet steps closer behind him, raising his blade.

“get the children to the boat!” the men whirl around, only to find that the children have gone, running into the night, led by another dressed in a similar jacket. lynette barely spares a second of a glance over her shoulder at her brothers. the scene is clear. they’re free to begin.

“is it time to commence cleanup?” freminet asks, devoid of all emotion.

“wait.” lyney doesn’t waver, nor does he lower his bow. a ripple of hesitation makes the grunts lower their weapons, clearly aware that they’re unmatched. their leader, however, remains tall, armed with nothing but arrogance.

“do you really think these kids can do anything! ha! they’re just pretending to be heroes! listen here, boy, there are no heroes among the fatui. all you do is steal and kill and muscle your way around–“

“is that what it looks like we’re doing?” there’s uncharacteristic softness in lyney’s voice. "you’re the ones who threatened not only our family, but families across fontaine. if there’s anyone who steals and kills and muscles their way around, it’s you.”

“really? and what can a measly kid do?”

lyney loosens the arrow. the air becomes frigid, tinged with heat. a cloud covers the moon, cloaking the beach in darkness. “you will pay the price of hurting my family.”

link out: inspiration for lyney's fatui outfit

#genshin impact #text #flyingwargle original #drabble #genshin drabble #fontaine siblings #transience #lyney #lynette #freminet #canon typical violence #tw: kidnapping #tw: child trafficking

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i-have-not-slept · 1 year

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The Last Hours Fashion Pt 2

Chain of Thorns comes out TOMORROW!!!! Just in time, here’s my analysis of the official art by @nicole.deal.art in terms of historical accuracy. I’ve already reviewed the girls’ outfits, so now it’s time for the guys!

There aren’t as many primary sources available for Edwardian menswear, and men’s fashion in general tends to change less from era to era. Men’s business and formalwear has stayed basically the same shape for the past 130 years. Keeping that in mind, let’s look at some of these pictures and see how well they hold up.

James

James looks pretty good! The picture looks like it’s at night, so he’s probably wearing evening dress. The high collar and cravat is a distinctly Edwardian style, as seen in the outfit on the right here:

This guy is also wearing a wrap-around waistcoat in a similar style to James’. To make it really accurate, he’d be wearing a hat and jacket, but this picture is obviously showing a fight scene so I can imagine that he lost both at some point. If we’re being really pedantic, James’ hair should also be a bit shorter, but I appreciate that a haircut is probably not high on his list of priorities right now.

Accuracy: 8/10

Matthew

Matthew is a self-described bohemian, and is also very concerned with fashion, so we can expect his clothes to be a bit more colourful and decorated than was possibly the norm. This is also at night, so eveningwear again. It looks like he’s wearing a tailcoat— if you look closely, the cut is similar to the ones in this picture from 1904:

The slight problem with eveningwear is that every source I’ve found suggests that Edwardian evening dress for men was almost exclusively black-and-white tuxedos. In fact, menswear from this time was pretty boring in terms of colour. However, Matthew is, as mentioned, a bohemian, and textually wears very colourful clothing. Same issues as James re: hat and hair, but I can justify it the same way as with James.

And some pictures of cravats for comparison:

The gloves are also interesting. Evening gloves were almost always white, whereas these are dark grey, but I’m prepared to believe they’re either Shadowhunter fighting gloves or worn for warmth in the street after a party.

Accuracy: 7/10

Thomas and Alastair

They’re wearing Shadowhunter gear, which there are obviously no historical references for, so I can’t really analyse it. I’m interested in how their gear differs— Thomas’ seems to be mostly leather, whereas Alastair appears to be wearing a vaguely Georgian puffy white shirt with metal throat, shoulder and wrist guards. We don’t have very many canon images of Shadowhunter gear, so it’s interesting to look at.

On a side not, Cassie said on her Instagram that this picture is of them in an abandoned Paddington Station. I’ve been to Paddington, and the background looks absolutely spot on. Kudos to the artist!

Accuracy: 10/10 just for the background.

Jesse

I don’t have very much to say about this one. The shirt is pretty generic but the trousers are interesting. The distinctive front flap with the two buttons isn’t a style you see with the Edwardians, who have moved on to someone more resembling the modern fly. And yes, I googled “how did the Edwardians fasten their trousers” to find this information. Jesse’s trousers more resemble Regency breeches, as you can see in this pictures:

This is interesting, considering the links I drew between Grace’s dress and Regency fashion in my last post. Guess we’ll find out tomorrow if my time travel theory was correct!

The jacket looks like a fairly Edwardian standard coat with the sleeves rolled up. Not much to say except that the deep green colour is possibly slightly unrealistic but it’s a tiny thing.

Accuracy: 6/10

Christopher

Christopher’s hard at work in his lab, and accordingly isn’t wearing fancy clothes. Like Jesse, this is a fairly basic trousers and shirt ensemble that fits pretty well with the period.

Things get interesting when we start looking at the apron and goggles. PPE (personal protective equipment) isn’t strictly fashion, so I had to do a bit more digging into this one as it’s not an area I knew much about.

The goggles could be period inaccurate, depending on how you look at it. The first form of eye protection for welding was developed by the inventor Powell Johnson in 1880. Johnson called his invention “eye protectors” and it was simply two strips of opaque cloth that could be seen through while still offering some protection.

Safety glass— glass coated in plastic to prevent shattering— was invented by Edouard Benedictus in 1903, when TLH is set. However, it wasn’t until 1909 that the first safety glasses were invented by Julius King. So Christopher’s eyewear is about six years ahead of its time. On the other hand, it’s entirely possible that Shadowhunters— probably the Iron Sisters in particular— were using protective eyewear before mundanes and Christopher is simply adopting the technology. But if we’re going by a purely historical standpoint, the goggles are a bit off.

The apron nearly drove me insane because I could not find any sources from the Edwardian era that show a similar style. The best I could find out is that bib aprons have been worn for welding since the 1880, so it’s reasonably accurate. Christopher really needs to pull it up a bit higher, though. Your shirt’s getting scorched, mate. PPE is no joke.

Accuracy: 5/10

As a last note of interest, while I was researching I came across this image I just had to share. It’s a cartoon that appeared in the Tacoma Times in 1903 and satirically depicts “men’s clothing designed by women”. Look at these guys. The og malewives. Poor little meow meows.

Sources:

Metropolitan Museum of Art Costume Institute

Fashion History Timeline

Vintage Dancer

OHS

Bakersgas Welding

Aaand there we go! I probably spent way too much time on this, but it was fun. I’ll see you all on the other side after I’ve finished Chain of Thorns. Remember to tag your spoilers!

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zacs-of-rwby · 11 months

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Perfect Fit

Scene Prompt - Oz and Qrow go on a shopping date - requested by the lovely @yoomschoocs

Halfway House AU - Qrow Branwen x Ozpin

“Qrow, I already told you, I don’t need to do this,” Oz complained for the umpteenth time that day.

Qrow strolled ahead and opened the door to the boutique. His voice rang out with the bell above the door. “I know, but don’t you want to? Come on, Oz. How long have you been going to these stupid events? Like ten years, now?”

Oz sighed as he walked through the door. “About thirteen, actually.”

“Exactly! And you’ve been wearing that same old suit for all thirteen fucking years. Can’t you try something new? For me?” Qrow put on his best puppy dog eyes.

“Alright, alright, there’s no need for that. We’re already here. Might as well look around.”

Qrow took the victory, grabbing Oz’s hand and sweeping him away to the back of the store where all of the formal wear was displayed. As Oz had no desire to be picking out a new outfit, he let Qrow play fashionista for the day, picking out this tie, grabbing that shirt. Oz would try on whatever made him happy, especially if he would be able to get out of this without purchasing anything. The last thing he needed to do was show up to the community fundraising gala in a thousand dollar suit.

“Here,” Qrow said, shoving a dark green blazer in his hands. “Try this on to start.”

Oz shook his head, but took the jacket without resistance. He put his cane down and tried it on.

Qrow pulled at the sleeves and adjusted the lapel. “Fits perfect. Now we just need…” his sentence trailed off as he walked away. Oz was almost positive that he didn’t even need to be here. Qrow could have done the same with a display mannequin. He returned with the matching pants, a gold tie, black dress shirt, and green paisley vest. “Try on the whole thing.”

Oz smiled, giving his partner an amused side eye. Although he thought hard about it, he decided to forego the snarky quip he was forming and listen to his partner’s wishes. After about a minute, he came back fully dressed up.

“So? How about it? Does it pass the test?”

Oz was trying to be cute, but Qrow looked extremely pensive. Looks like he failed the test after all.

“Not quite. Something seems off.”

“Can I help you find anything?” a voice snuck up on them.

Oz smiled, “No, that’s alright Ms. Adel, we were just looking.”

Qrow crossed his arms. “Actually, maybe you could help…”

Oz could only shake his head, as Qrow had clearly taken his role of ‘fashion director’ very seriously today.

Coco laughed, “Well, if you need suggestions, I have a few.”

Oh dear, Oz thought. Looks like we are going to be here a while.

Oz tried on about a dozen different suits before he landed on one he really liked. As he stepped into the dressing room one last time to take it off, he noticed Qrow and Coco conspiring off to his left. He didn’t think anything of it as he closed the door behind him. Before he could take off the vest, he heard a knock on the dressing room door.

“Oz, wait. We got one more for you.”

Oz sighed, his fatigue starting to set it. He was not ready for Qrow to flip a flowing, silk, emerald green dress over the top of the dressing room.

“Qrow… you must be absolutely joking.”

“Come on, just try it! You never know, you might like it.”

Oz scoffed, “I highly doubt that.”

“So prove me wrong then,” Qrow teased, wiggling it a little, as if begging Oz to take the bait.

“Fine. I will prove you wrong. But we are not buying it.”

“We’ll see,” Qrow sang.

Oz put the dress on out of spite, telling himself that it was not his style. It would never look good on him. Trying it on only meant he could prove Qrow wrong and be done with this ridiculous charade. The one thing he wasn’t ready for was the feeling he got when he saw himself in the mirror. It made him feel… confident.

Heat rose in his cheeks at the thought. Timidly, he pushed the door open and stepped out of the dressing room, cane in hand.

Qrow’s jaw dropped.

“Are you happy now?” Oz teased.

His partner was silent as he slowly walked up to him, his movements cautious like Oz might run away if he moved too suddenly.

Oz sighed, “I knew it, this is ridiculous, we don’t have to-”

“No! Oz, no, I- I just- holy shit.” Qrow’s smile grew so big, his excitement was palpable.

I haven’t seen him smile like that in a long time.

“Oz, you look incredible, you have to buy it, please? Please.”

Anticipation soaked through Qrow’s eyes as he scanned Oz up and down, desperation dripping from every word. How on Remnant was Oz supposed to say no?

Oz sighed, “Alright, fine. I surrender.” Oz gently lifted Qrow’s chin with his finger, forcing their eyes to meet as Oz whispered, “But only so I can see that look on your face again.”

#rwby #fan fic #rwby fan fic #alternate universe #cloqwork #ozqrow #qrow branwen #ozpin #oz's halfway house au #did i do this write?#ficlet

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Bestie can you please write a scene where the reader sees the Tardis for the first time and does the whole "it's bigger on the inside" bit but then follows it up with a your mom joke

Hi, sorry for the delay. I don't know if I managed to do it the way you imagined because I'm not familiar with jokes and had to Google it to make sure I knew what it was, but I think I got it. I hope you enjoy it.

You don't know how on Earth you end up in the middle of a cross fire between fish people and lizard people, but you're certain you don't want to be there any more. You try to run, dodging the bullets (wait, are those lasers?). You fall on your face and curse under your breath because, of course, you would fall flat on the floor. Even when your life literally depends on it, you still cannot manage to run in a straight line. From a glance, you see a blue box, just big enough for you to ride inside. You run to the box and the moment you cross the doors, you think that maybe, very probably, you hit your head harder than expected when you fell.

The inside of the small blue box is giant, its interior resembling a cave with huge curved crystals forming a semicircle around what appears to be some sort of control desk.

There are two people around the table, and they look in your direction as you pass through the door. One of them is short and blonde and has questionable fashion sense, matching braces and rainbow with a pair of high-waisted teal blue capri trousers. The second person has the most exceptional hair you have ever seen in your life, with golden curls that shine in the carve-like room light. They wear dark gray jodhpurs trousers and a white leather jacket buttoned up with a fur waistcoat over it, a wide black leather belt around the waist and leather boots that are extremely high. There is a holster attached to one leg.

Stunned, you take a step back, leaving from the same place you entered. You continue walking backwards without breaking eye contact with the two people or the inside of the blue box.

“Do we need to do this now?” the person with the space hair asks.

“Come on, you love this as much as I do,” the one with the rainbow replies. Both have fond smiles.

Totally ignoring the surrounding danger, you scan the outside of the box. It is a normal police booth, the kind you see in old movies and series, the ones you are sure you have seen in some old photographs of your grandparents. You circle the booth clockwise, then retrace your steps counterclockwise. You knock on the cabin, kick it lightly, look for hollow or false spaces or anything that explains the difference between the outside and the inside. You return to the starting point in front of the double doors that are open, showing the two people enjoying your little show.

The sounds of the battle grow louder, and their smiles falter.

“Not to be rude,” says the one with the hair, “but we're kind of in a hurry to get out of here. Do you want a ride or not?”

You think you say yes, as you find yourself inside the box once again. The doors close behind you with a loud bang that brings you out of your stupor.

“Oh, they are going to say it,” comments the one in braces.

“It's bigger on the inside,” the words escape from your mouth as if you had a greater force compelling you to say them. “Like yo mama.” They look at you in surprise and amusement, the one with braces and rainbow stripes crackles loudly, it's as if they could roll on the floor for laughing so hard at any moment. You feel your face burn with embarrassment, wishing you had stayed outside. Facing fish people and lizard people is much better than this kind of humiliation.

“You know, in all these years, this is the first time anyone has said this,” the one with the questionable fashion sense says.

“Hold tight,” is all the other say as they start fiddling with buttons on the big round thing in the centre of the room. The other tries to help, tinkering here and there, but every time they do something, the one with the extraordinary hair undoes it. The whole room starts to shake, and you feel that maybe, in fact, you were safer with the fish and the lizards. However, there is no turning back now, so you hold on tight and hope for the best.

#doctor who #the doctor #river song #thirteenth doctor x reader #doctor x reader #thirteenth doctor imagine #doctor who imagine #13th doctor imagine #resquest #send requests #requests

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softguarnere · 9 months

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Like A Girl (Like A Man)

Shifty Powers x OFC

Chapter 22: One Tough Broad

Summary: "I just needed to be someone else for a bit." A/N: I have not spoken French in about three years now, so Gene's dialogue might be completely wrong. But at least I tried 🤷🏻‍♀️ Also, while I've never seen raspberries growing on Currahee, there are so many plants, who's to say they're not somewhere along the trail? Warnings: mentions of war, injury, hospitals, language Taglist: @latibvles @lady-cheeky @liebgotts-lovergirl @lieutenant-speirs @ithinkabouttzu @hxad-ovxr-hxart

Belgium, 1944

Full of purpose, Gene leads Zenie from the Jeep to the town’s large church. (Perhaps it’s not very big – she’s just used to the small, white, wooden churches of the South where congregations squeeze together in hard pews to sing and renounce.) He hustles her right past the crowds outside, only sparing a glance at the piles of bodies lined up against a low wall. The scene steals the breath from Zenie’s lips, but there’s no time to stop.

“J'ai besoin d'une infirmière,” Gene announces when they enter the church. Some other medics glance up, but none answer. If he had wanted their answer, he would have asked in English.

Instead, it’s a young Frenchman’s voice that replies, “De quoi avez-vous besoin?”

“J'ai besoin de parler à une infirmière. C’est urgent.”

When the young man – Is he a doctor? He doesn’t wear an armband or uniform of any sort. He might be just a young man – rushes off, Gene once again guides Zenie. This time, he starts her toward the back of the church, to a more isolated area.

He finds a small room and leads her into it, shutting the door behind her before rushing back to check on Skinny and his leg. For a few moments, Zenie is alone in the dim room, waiting. Her only companion is the patch of wintery sunlight coming from a small stained-glass window on the wall above her. Some old crates stacked in the back corner provide a place for her to sit. She practically falls onto them she feels so exhausted, though the morning has just begun.

When Gene returns, a young woman follows him into the room. Zenie jumps up as the door quickly opens and shuts. The action makes Gene’s brows furrow.

“Thought you might feel better if you had a, um, a woman to help out with the stitchin’ and all.” When Zenie blanches, he rushes on. “Don’t worry. I trust her.”

The woman is young, maybe the same age as them. Kind eyes survey her as she looks between Gene and Zenie. Though Zenie can’t understand what she says to Gene in French, the question in the woman’s eyes is clear: Who is this soldier, and why are we alone? Whatever Gene tells her, her realization is just as clear.

The woman approaches her the way that one approaches an animal that they are afraid of startling. She motions for Zenie to take a seat and then does the same, settling in on a box across from her. Her hands are folded in her lap when she nods to Zenie’s jacket and asks, “May I . . . ?”

“Yes.”

Zenie assumes that Gene has told this nurse about her situation, but the woman still starts slightly when she pulls back Zenie’s jacket and sees the bandages wrapped around her chest. Her shock is momentary. Her face quickly settles into a mask of concentration as she and Gene inspect Zenie’s arm.

She bites her lip to keep herself from flinching every time they pick a small fragment of shrapnel from her flesh. When she offers her a flask to draw from, she gratefully accepts it and downs the firewater, grimacing at the taste, as the nurse begins stitching up the long gash on her arm.

Before she knows it, it’s all over.

“Très chanceux.” The nurse pats Zenie’s good shoulder and helps her shrug her jacket back on. From the pocket of her apron, she removes a strip of bedsheet that she uses as a sling to secure Zenie’s arm. “Could have been much worse. Could have . . .” She doesn’t have to finish. Her eyes flick upwards, toward the stained-glass window behind Zenie’s head. “Someone is watching over you.”

“You won’t tell?” Zenie blurts out.

The nurse offers her a small smile and shakes her head. It’s all the reassurance that she needs.

“Thank you.”

She nods, then turns her attention to Eugene. “J'enverrai des fournitures avec vous.”

Zenie breathes a sigh of relief when the nurse leads them out of the room, back into the makeshift hospital proper. She hands Gene a small box and begins loading it with what she can. Not able to understand the French words they exchange, Zenie’s eyes wander, taking in the scene around her.

Wounded men are everywhere that she looks, some far worse than others. A feeling that Zenie cannot bring herself to name clings to them, its grip growing stronger with every breath that they take, waiting for its moment to strike. Weary and worn medics weave their way through them. Nurses hold hands and offer solace when and where they can.

Passing through them, she catches a flash – ever so brief – of dark hair rushing by with a man on a stretcher. Zenie pauses for a moment to stare. More nurses and medics follow, and Zenie loses sight of who she thought that she saw.

“How are you feeling, Skinny?”

Her fellow paratrooper looks up at her from the cot they have him situated on as he waits for his turn to be helped. Pain is evident on his face. His eyes are hazy with it, and glassy with that expression that she’s come to know from seeing him in bars and pubs after he’s had a little something to drink.

“They gave me alcohol, but I don’t think it’s doing any good.”

“You’ve built up a tolerance to it with all your partying.”

Skinny grimaces. “I guess. Hey, how about you? They fix up your arm?”

“Yeah. I’m going back with Doc Roe.”

“Oh.” Skinny settles back onto the cot, his body loosening with the action. “You’re getting out of here pretty quick, then.”

“The nurse said I was lucky.”

“You are,” he grumbles. He lifts his head a little, making sure she’s still there. “Hey, Tommy. Do me a favor, yeah? If you see Shifty and the rest of the guys, tell them that I’m gonna be okay.”

“I will.”

“Tommy!” Gene clutches the box of supplies tightly as he rounds the corner. He nods towards the door; time to go.

“Bye, Skinny.”

“Bye, Tommy.” For the sake of her friend, Zenie pretends not to notice the frown that tugs at his lips when she steps away, leaving him alone in a place so full of pain and suffering . . . and death.

Father Maloney is holding mass when they return. A good number of Zenie’s friends are kneeled before him as he speaks Latin. Bill and Babe tried to explain it all to her once, but she can’t figure out if they’re being blessed or reprimanded for their sins.

She thanks Gene for everything and then makes her way towards the group. “Go,” she can hear Father Maloney saying as she approaches. “and fight bravely for your country, and for your God.”

Well, she thinks, that answers that question.

The men stand. There are sighs of relief and a few laughs.

“Well guys,” Skip Muck says with a grin. “If we die now, we’re dying in a state of grace! Isn’t that right, Babe?”

The Philadelphian laughs, starts to say something, then stops short as Zenie and Gene approach. His eyebrows disappear underneath the rim of his helmet.

“You’re back?!”

Zenie can’t help but smirk. She might have a sling on her arm and a nasty looking scar where the nurse – or Renée, as Gene says her name is – stitched her up, but she’s back with Easy Company where she belongs. What was it that Bill had said when he made his glorious return from the hospital?

She claps Babe on the shoulder, smiling when she quips, “Had to come back and keep your ass in line, Heffron.”

Beside him, John Julian laughs. Babe, on the other hand, still looks like he’s seen a ghost.

“Boy, Bill will be glad to see you,” Julian says. “None of us knew what the hell he was gonna do when we heard you got hit.”

Me neither, Zenie thinks, remembering how her friend had reacted upon learning her secret. Not badly, but . . . She wasn’t exactly around long enough to deal with any fallout. Beads of sweat appear under her helmet at the thought of what might have happened after she left – or what might happen now that she’s back. If Babe and Julian are joking around with her, then Bill didn’t announce her secret to the world the second that Gene swept her off to dig the shrapnel out of her arm. She hoped that he wouldn’t. Maybe she won’t be court martialed or sent home – today, anyway.

For a moment she stands frozen. Not for the first time, blood rushes in her ears like roaring ocean waves as she considers her options. Should she return to her foxhole? Or find someone else to share one with? She could always try her luck wandering to the outpost to find Shifty, could hide out there for a while.

Fate decides for her.

If there’s one thing that Zenie has learned in all the time she’s known Bill Guarnere, it’s that his insistence that you should never volunteer for anything is a lifesaver. With a sling on her arm, she shouldn’t be on a patrol. Sergeant Martin’s eyes pass over her, not even considering taking someone who’s injured his dominant arm. She slips away as Gene, Julian, and Babe all gather around for their sudden orders, her heartbeat still echoing in her ears.

Grey clouds and the branches of barren trees block the wintery sun that hangs somewhere overhead, out of reach. Its position is impossible to find, and the time is just as impossible to calculate. But if she had to guess, Zenie would wager that Bill is out doing his rounds right now, making sure that everyone is okay – or as okay as they’re able to be in this place. That will give her a minute to figure out what to say when she sees him. Or at least to give her a moment alone where she can breathe.

Her foxhole comes into sight. At almost the same moment, a helmet appears over its rim, shadowing eyes that latch onto her with suspicion. She stops in her tracks.

“Tommy?” Bill jumps out of the foxhole and stands before her in an instant. Over and over again, he looks her up and down, his mouth agape. “You’re back!”

Slowly, she nods. No one else is around, but she asks in a quiet voice, “Should I have stayed in the town?”

Bill’s eyebrows knit together. “Should you – what?” Understanding dawns on his face. “Oh!” He lowers his own voice. “I didn’t turn you in, if that’s what you mean.”

He didn’t say anything. Zenie’s heart slows a bit. Her secret is out, and so far, he’s kept it.

“Why not?”

“Why not?” Bill repeats. “Jesus, Tommy. You’re my friend, that’s why!” He drops back down into their foxhole. When Zenie doesn’t move, he gestures for her to do the same. They sit for a moment, staring out at the line, neither of them speaking.

When Gene learned her secret, he had called her brave. He wanted nothing in return except for her to take better care of herself so that her secret wouldn’t get out. Shifty had also called her brave, back when he uncovered the truth. He had promised not to turn her in, to be in her corner. So far, Bill has said that he hasn’t turned her in. But what happens now?

She glances at him from the corner of her eye. He’s looking straight ahead, out into the nothingness of the snow.

Ages later, Bill sighs. “So . . . Can we talk about . . . this?”

This. This lie, this charade. This secret.

“Okay.” She didn’t have this conversation with Gene; he hadn’t asked why or how she did any of this. With Shifty, she had made the first move by asking what he wanted to know. But with Bill . . . He’s a wildcard. There’s a reason that wild is part of his nickname.

“Okay,” Bill echoes. Silence, for a moment; not something Zenie is used to experiencing around him. When he finally speaks, his voice is much softer than usual – another change of pace. “So you’ve been pretendin’ to be a man this whole time?”

Zenie’s own voice is nothing but a whisper. “Yes.”

“How much of it all was true, though?”

Most of it, she realizes for the first time. She never lied about where she was from. And other than using a fake name, she’s never lied about who she is. Everything that she’s ever said about her family, her early life, her likes, her dislikes – it was the truth.

“My name isn’t really Thomas Driver, obviously. Other than that . . . Almost everything else has been true.” In all the times that she’s wondered how her friends would react if they learned her secret, she never got as far as imagining how she would explain what she’s done or why she’s doing it. Now she’s grasping at straws. “I just needed to be someone else for a bit.”

Still looking out over the rim of the foxhole, Bill nods. “What is your name, actually? Can I ask?”

“Zena,” she admits. The name feels different in her mouth now and fits strangely in her ears. For years now, the only person who has called her by that name has been Shifty. “Zena B McGlamery. But almost everyone back home calls me Zenie.”

“Zenie.” For the first time, Bill looks at her. Like Shifty before him, he’s looking at her for the first time and seeing Zenie instead of Tommy. He tilts his head. “What does the B stand for?”

“It’ll stand for Beat Your Ass if you tell anyone.”

Laughs burst forth from them both. Good; despite everything, she can still make him do that, at least.

“Beatrice,” she amends. “It was my Granny’s name.”

“Granny. God, if she could see ya now!”

Oh God. Who knows what she would say.

“Is that why you did all this?” Bill asks, his voice quiet again. “After she died – Wait! That letter from your ma, right before the jump. Christ! You really did run away! This is why they didn’t know you joined the army.” Half of his mouth quirks upwards as his eyes flick over her, taking her in in a new light. “You know, for someone so quiet, you really got a rebellious streak, huh?” He punches her playfully on her uninjured arm. “Shoulda known you were one tough son of a bitch that day with the raspberries. Er, one tough broad, I mean.”

“Huh?”

“You don’t remember that?”

He squints at her, like it’s the most unbelievable thing in the world that she doesn’t know what he’s talking about. “When we first got to Toccoa, when they were makin’ us walk up Currahee to get us used to it, Luz pointed out some berries along the trail. Everyone was worried they were poisonous – wouldn’t take a chance with ‘em, especially since there were briars everywhere. But you said ‘They’re black raspberries!’, shoved your hand through the briars, and picked a handful for all of us. Your hand was covered in juice and blood from where the thorns snagged your skin, and you didn’t even care. It was only the second day I’d known ya, and you’d already stood your ground against me and gotten covered in blood just for a few berries.” Bill makes a noise that’s half laugh, half scoff. “I just remember thinkin’, ‘This goddamn shortie is tougher than he looks.’ And I was right – I just didn’t know the half of it back then.”

Granny had taken her out to pick black raspberries when she was young. Of course she would recognize them, try to pick a few if she had the chance. But try as she might, she can’t place this specific story in her memory. She’ll just have to take Bill’s word for it.

The Italian shrugs. “Anyway. God, I still can’t wrap my mind around the whole thing.”

“Well, now maybe it all makes more sense.”

“Does anyone else know?”

“Doc Roe and Shifty. That’s it.”

“Since when?”

“Since Toccoa. But Shifty didn’t confront me about it until England, the night that you tried to give me that pin-up.”

He winces. “Sorry ‘bout that. I probably look real stupid now.”

“No,” Zenie assures him. It just makes her look like more of a liar.

Before she can tell him as much, Bill’s eyebrows knit together. “Your ma,” he says, his mind back on the letter from the day of the jump. “She really has no clue. You gonna go back to her when the war ends?”

Zenie hesitates. Mama promised she would protect her. Yet her father . . .

“Probably.”

Bill tilts his head. “Probably?”

“My father,” Zenie explains. “I don’t know what he would do if I came back. Running away, everything I’ve done . . .” She makes a vague gesture, like that explains everything.

“Ah.” Bill leans back against the packed earth of the foxhole, his gaze once again wandering out to the expanse of snow before them. He shakes his head, the action causing his helmet to make a scraping sound against the dirt behind him. “I said I was gonna get you home to your ma, remember? That still stands. Even if I gotta put your old man in his place.”

The mental image of Bill escorting her back into her home, of such a wild young man getting in her father’s face like some sort of brave prince facing the wrath of a dragon, is enough to make her smile. Something she could never hope to do, but that her friend could do without batting an eye.

“You said that you needed to be someone else for a bit,” Bill notes. He falls silent again.

“Yes.”

“I dunno, Tommy. If anything, maybe this whole thing allowed you to be more yourself.”

More herself? Tommy is a role she plays. Someone who’s brave and who has friends and who does all the things that Zenie herself could never hope to. They’re completely different.

When she doesn’t respond, Bill shrugs again. “Just a thought.”

“Your first one ever?” She teases.

He grins. “You know, kid? I think you’re gonna be okay.”

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xf rewatch: jersey devil & shadows

Two early-series stinkers (affectionate) that, at least in the case of Jersey Devil, have achieved cult status or at least meme status for generally being enjoyable as hell. I imagine Fox executives side-eyeing a little, like, what is this, bring back those Squeeze guys or that Chris Carter who wrote the first couple… Really? Uh oh.

I have a deep and abiding love for Shadows partly because I once wrote a recap of it for a fan project, and being me I watched it like 85 times while taking copious notes and turned in a probably 10,000-word analysis, so I know it very well. I DO feel my love for it is justified, partly in its campiness and general silliness (GHOST BOSS. BLOOD BATHTUB. MURDER… AT THE ATM [MACHINE]) but also because Mulder and Scully are great in it, really Detectiving the hell out of the case, interviewing a hilariously mannered and conveniently expositional cemetery groundskeeper, doing a face-to-face with the medical examiner (Howard Graves… Is Very Dead) (she is my favorite, I say this every time, RIP Lorena Gale), and really using their combined powers of Believing and Skeptical in convincing Lauren to cooperate. Yes, there are TWO entire scenes where Scully misses the paranormal thing by seconds; yes, Mr. Dorlund is transparently evil to a ridiculous degree; yes, Lauren wears A LOT of Laura Ashley-ish florals (and this is the episode of Scully's glorious Halloween outfit of black suit, orange blouse, white tights; ah I love it). But, look, at the end, the case is over, and Mulder is like, well, case is over. Should we maybe go see the Liberty Bell? How often do we get to see scenes like that?? For that bit alone I love it, and that's without the Mulder slo-mo (in all of our hearts) jacket swing, Scully's Poltergeist impression and general horror-movie knowledge at the ready, Mulder with his feet on the chair, once again Dr. Ellen Bledsoe being the greatest, Mr. Dorlund getting his uh, wrist squeezed very threateningly with his uh, gold bracelet, by a ghost, Mulder's UNNECESSARILY flirty move of swinging his arm around Scully and breathing on his glasses to show her he snagged a fingerprint… ah it's great. Forget those Squeeze guys, hire these dudes! …They what? OUTSTANDING news.

One more thing I find amusing about Shadows is, I recently was reminded of Glen's ancedote that it came out of a note they got that Mulder and Scully needed to help people. Heheh. "This bitch needs help, get in there, you jerks!" I yelled at Mulder and Scully in multiple scenes this time through. I'd say Ghost of Howard Graves ultimately did more helping in the end, with his supernatural powers, but they tried. And they managed to stop saying vaguely flirtatious dialogue while staring intensely into each other's eyes long enough to at least give her a little encouragement I guess.

I skipped right over Jersey Devil, which is also a silly episode but, honestly, I think comes off better of the two of them. On the other hand, would I say that without the legendary appearance of the Bigfoot Titties drawing? Hard to say. I should add that Mulder and Scully are CRIMINALLY adorable in these episodes, still in their rosy-cheeked (or over-blushed), round-faced big-eyed high-voiced toddler days, and it is difficult to imagine that THE UNIVERSE COULD CONTAIN anything cuter than the last scene (Who was that on the phone? A guy. Same guy as the other night? Same guy. What are you doing, Scully? Going with you to the Smithsonian.) Despite them referencing (in BOTH these episodes) the having or not having of a life (side note, I can't express how common the phrase "get a life" or "he has no life" were back then; that was like cool slang man), vestiges of said life-having remain, with Scully having girl talk with Ellen (I remain obsessed with that exchange: "I thought you said he was cute"/"He's a jerk. …He's not a jerk. He's obsessed with his work"), The Date, Scully's old professor (wonder if she fucked that one. ha), and even more subtle things like Mulder saying "Thanks, Fran" after signing out a car. (Other people work at the FBI! And Mulder and Scully know their names!) (I also found endearing the extremely quick shot of the comics that Fran has taped to her desk. Very nice little set detail.) It all feels so ordinary and workplacey, which I am finding really enjoyable; it's like, a normal government office where people work, and Mulder and Scully also work there, and it just enhances it (enhance!!) when they're working a case and suddenly like a ghost causes a car accident. Or when a hot naked lady (I was impressed with how clear her ass was in the iTunes version of this; I suppose they didn't really bother to blur it back in the standard-definition days and I guess now we are all enlightened in the seeing of asses on TV) attacks Mulder in a dramatically lit warehouse. (Hey baby, come up to Vancouver, you can be on my show! Is something I suspect DD said a lot in the early to mid 90s.)

I'm really not trying at all with this post, sorry. I will wrap up with the revelation that, at least according to the procedural forensic efforts of my friend and me, Bill Dow who plays Chuck Burks plays NOT ONE, BUT TWO DADS in this episode — the guy in the 40s, and the guy at the end hiking with his kid. (Same kid too, I think.) Yes? No? Why isn't Chuck Burks on the convention circuit? Is my question.

Anyway, The X-Files rules. Next up, Ghost in the Machine, which I haven't seen in ages so that should be fun. Sorry these posts are so incredibly lame, lmao. Send tweet

#xf rewatch rambling #jersey devil #shadows #i do know how to use paragraph breaks but sometimes i don't want to because that requires me to organize my thoughts #this blog is free ok #i also know how to use parentheses (clearly)

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