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#Watch it for this cake delivery boi!
lecsainz · 5 months
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HAPPY BIRTHDAY LOVE
parings: charles leclerc x wife!reader
summary: where you are charles's wife and decide to plan a birthday surprise for him.
authors note: happy birthday to our ferrari's golden boy! love you charles 💕
✩. . . masterlist !
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It was the first birthday Charles and Y/N were celebrating as a married couple, and she was determined to make it unforgettable. The plan was simple: an elaborate surprise party with all their family and friends, a delicious dinner, and a grand gesture. What could possibly go wrong?
As the day approached, Y/N started her preparations. She ordered decorations, sent out invites, and coordinated with their friends and family to ensure everyone could make it. The house was filled with the buzz of excitement, and she couldn't wait to see Charles's face when he walked in and found everything just right.
However, on the day of the party, things took a chaotic turn. As Y/N rushed around the house, making sure everything was perfect, the delivery of the decorations was late, and the cake she had ordered was accidentally smashed by the delivery person. Y/N found herself in a panic, trying to salvage what she could.
Charles noticed her frantic state as she tried to cover up the mess with a tablecloth. He chuckled, "You know, darling, you don't have to go through all this trouble."
Y/N sighed in frustration, "But I wanted to make this day special for you, Charles. You deserve it."
Charles gave her an affectionate smile and pulled her into a hug, "Y/N, every day with you is special. I don't need an extravagant party to know how much you love me."
Y/N melted into his embrace, realizing that he was right. It didn't matter if the decorations were late or the cake was a mess. What truly mattered was the love they shared and the moments they created together.
As their friends started to arrive, Charles and Y/N decided to make the most of the situation. They ordered takeout, shared stories, and played games. It turned into a night filled with laughter, joy, and, most importantly, love.
When the time came for Charles to blow out the candles on a small, hastily assembled cake, Y/N watched him with adoration in her eyes. He made a wish and leaned over to whisper to her, "My wish already came true when I married you."
As they shared a sweet kiss, surrounded by their friends, Y/N realized that sometimes, the best surprises in life were the ones that didn't go as planned. Their first birthday as a married couple might not have been the grand celebration she envisioned, but it was a memory they would cherish forever.
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sanjisboyfie · 5 months
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one piece smau: dating ace edition
— male reader <3 i love ace so much sorry it took so long to finish this pooks
— im a firm believer that ace definitely types hehehehe and actually does giggle in real life. he's such a giggler.
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portgas.[name]: best part about dating ace?? his person(a)lity(rms) ❤️
tagged: [l/n].ace
[l/n].ace: damn id smash this fine mffff
-> portgas.[name]: im deleting this post u fucking narcissist
freeluffy: i still win our arm wrestles tho 🥱
roro.zoro: does [name] know he mispelt personality?
-> portgas.[name]: its something called a pun, zoro.
-> roro.zoro: well the delivery sucked i thought ur brain had an aneurysm
revo.sabo: BARRRFFFF this egotistical maniac didnt need this stroke to his ego [name]
-> portgas.[name]: trust me im regretting even dating ur silly ass brother rn
-> [l/n].ace: r u guys talking about me 🥺🥺🥺🥺
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[l/n].ace: pov ur on a date with me and watching me try not to vomit all the sushi i shoved into my mouth all over the table
tagged: portgas.[name]
portgas.[name]: why r u on dates w other ppl???
-> [l/n].ace: ITS A JOKE BABY PLS
-> portgas.[name]: mhm
m4rco.polo: damn this shit sounds disgusting id never go on a date w u again if i saw this tbh
[liked by portgas.[name], eee.izo, yammyato, and 100 others]
yamayamato: r u cheating on [name] ace?
-> [l/n].ace: IT WAS A JOKE ITS AN INTERNET SAYING PLEASE
-> yamayamato: yeah well i dont think its very funny :// u should be loyal in a relationship
-> portgas.[name]: yamato <333 u were always my favorite boy ugh i love u sm 🥰
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[l/n].ace: weekly me post bc i love me! (and my mans) 🤓😕
tagged: portgas.[name]
portgas.[name]: yeah im in there guys!!!
-> [l/n].ace: i love u hehehe u make me blush hehehehe
portgas.[name]: are u free tn? i'll take u out and treat u right ughhh
-> [l/n].ace: i got a date with my bf later tn, sorry not sorry !!!
revo.sabo: i need to mute you because i can't be seeing this shit when im in public
-> [l/n].ace: dont be ashamed that your brother is so hot wtf
revo.sabo: with all due respect, im already ashamed that hes my brother in general soooo
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yamayamato: my arms are still bigger. get on my level ace HAHAHA
-> portgas.[name]: proof?
-> [l/n].ace: this is literally cheating, you're cheating on me right now. can you please stop cheating on me with yamato?
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m4rco.polo: god forbid these two do anything by themselves
tagged: [l/n].ace and portgas.[name]
[l/n].ace: ur just jealous ur not in love like we are
-> portgas.[name]: agreed bc how r u gonna be like 40 and still not get any play
-> m4rco.polo: 40?????
dni_nami: i loveee them (whenever they come over they ruin the entire house and im this close to murdering them both)
-> portgas.[name]: but nami 🥺🥺🥺
-> dni_nami: no.
eee.izo: its like ace is trying to become one with him or smth, so unsettling
-> [l/n].ace: weren't you the one preaching about young love a week ago?
-> eee.izo: and now im telling u to GROW UP ace, he's not going anywhere if u let go of him for two seconds
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[l/n].ace: i love my snookums baby boy handsome pretty king to the moon and to saturn <3
tagged: portgas.[name]
portgas.[name]: ... i guess i love you too.
-> [l/n].ace: be more confident when u say it baby cakes
-> m4rco.polo: oh my god [name] break up with this fool already what the fuck is this
freeluffy: whats a snookums?
-> roro.zoro: don't ask luffy, you wouldn't want to know.
revo.sabo: awww what a cute post, if only ace were normal <3
[liked by eee.izo, m4rco.polo, and 100 others]
-> [l/n].ace: ????
-> portgas.[name]: im so glad we can agree on this sabo !!!
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portgas.[name]: rare sighting of a photo of ace with his shirt on, everyone celebrate in the comments !!!
tagged: [l/n].ace
portgas.[name]: dont get me wrong hes sexy both ways but im not trying to see his nipples every where i go
-> [l/n].ace: but babe you said u liked my titties 🥺🥺🥺
-> portgas.[name]: can you not do this rn.
revo.sabo: yayyy finally he stopped being a WHORE
-> portgas.[name]: at least he can be my whore, but still i agree
-> [l/n].ace: you're the most confusing man i know
-> [l/n].ace: i love u sm hehehehe
-> revo.sabo: the way ik his ass is blushing so hard rn and kicking his feet in the air
eee.izo: thank god for that, i was getting tired of seeing him shirtles sin every single post
m4rco.polo: finally !!!
portgas.[name]'s story:
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i love him A LOOOTTTTTTTT even though he's a lil freak
[l/n].ace replied to your story: when he posts you 😍😍 i love u too bby (even tho u literally cheat on me to my face with yamato but its wtv bc i love u enough to ignore it ❤️)
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itsabouttimex2 · 22 days
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Hi what are your thoughts on yandere older Brother MK ? Love to hear your thoughts , theories, hcs/fics please 💗
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Yandere Older Brother MK Headcanons
(So I’m working on some blog improvement stuff- if anyone has a moment to do so, I’d appreciate if you took a moment to fill this questionnaire out! No pressure, of course- and I hope you enjoy the headcanons!)
History is often said to repeat, and those words have never been proven truer to MK when he sees you wandering up to the bright sign of Pigsy’s store. He wouldn’t usually be too concerned by a child’s fascination with such a bright and colorful light, but in the middle of a freezing rainstorm, wearing so little clothing? You’re absolutely filthy, covered in wet leaves and mud, a sorry sight made all the sorrier by your scraped legs and forearms.
MK races outside to meet you, only to stop dead in his tracks when you cower away at his hasty approach. He steps takes a step away and kneels down, leveling himself to your eyes. The delivery boy spends a few minutes coaxing you towards him with soft words, promising you safety and warmth if you come inside with him. Eventually, you accept the hand he offers to you, unsteadily allowing yourself to be lifted up and brought into the store.
MK freezes for a moment, struggling to sort through the list of what he needs to do for you, what tasks to prioritize. You’re gaunt to the point that your ribs push against skin, so you need food. You’re freezing and soaked from the rain, so you need a change of clothes. And you’re caked head to toe with what looks like half a forest floor, foliage and soil crusted all across your body.
A bath first, he manages to decide.
It wouldn’t do to have you sitting miserably in a puddle of filth as you ate, and changing your clothes is moot without cleaning you.
MK hauls you up to his apartment, trying his hardest not to jostle your frail body- and though he manages to avoid any outright collisions or trips, he stumbles quite a few times with the awkwardness of carrying you. But eventually, the shower is in sight and you’re sat gently on the tiles, left to trace your finger through the shallow grooves. Your newfound hero scrounges around for everything he needs, coming back to you with an armful of shower supplies. Without hesitation, he spills them unceremoniously onto the ground and starts the water.
Although you flinch away from the sudden and somewhat loud spray crashing down towards you, MK places a hand your back and rubs it to calm you down, testing the warmth of the water. Once the shower heats up, he gently nudges you forward.
You stare up in wide-eyed awe at the torrent of warmth, sitting neatly on the shower floor as the metal faucet drenches you. Biting back a chuckle, MK watches the gears spin in your head- you’re clearly having trouble making sense of the showerhead, of all the perforations through the shiny steel, of the lever that changes the spray settings. Have you never had a shower before?
Oh.
This must be your first one, MK thinks to himself, slowly reaching forward to peel away your filthy clothing. He has no clue how old you are, but you’re definitely at the age where you should know about showers and baths- or at least be used to them by now.
With a slight grimace, MK tosses your old clothes right into the trash. No point in trying to salvage them, not when the fabric is soiled through with grime and tattered to a net-like state. He’ll give you something from his own closet later to make up for it.
In spite of being hyperactive and somewhat flighty, the delivery boy does a surprisingly good job of washing you up. It takes nearly an hour to scrub away all traces of mud, and he spends nearly as much time afterwards brushing out your hair, plucking out enough twigs and leaves to build a garden.
By the end of it, you’re somewhat presentable, wrapped in an old Monkey King pajama set that MK never got around to getting rid of. The colors are worn and the fabric is abraded to softness, but the sleepwear is cozy and warming regardless. In particular, you fiddle with the stuffed tail sewn to the back of the pants, admiring the still-soft plushness between your hands.
You’ve quickly grown accustomed to the feel of MK’s hands, warm and quick, built with a touch of muscle. They’re the gentlest thing in the world right now, scooping you into a cradled form and carrying you back down to the cozy noodle joint. He almost sits you down on one of the cushioned stools, but something in his mind starts screaming to keep you close.
Cooking noodles with a child in one arm proves a little too hard, so MK shifts you around to his back and allows you to rest there, your arms wrapped carefully around his neck. You’re holding tightly enough that you do slightly impede the movement of his arms, but all the end up finely chopped and prepared anyways.
He leaves out several of the usual ingredients to make the dish more palatable, reducing the amount of veggies and spice the noodles would usually have. It’s nothing new to him, helping Pigsy make adjustments for custom-ordered meals. Instead of savory veggies, he makes you dumplings with cheese filling, hoping you’d find them easy to eat and keep down.
MK takes a seat before placing you on his lap, ready with a few napkins to wipe up any spills.
Between the two plates, you reach for the dumplings first, drawn by the enticing smell of freshly cooked savory bread and sweet cheese. He chuckles when you stuff the first one down your mouth, watching a little bit of cheese drip from between your closed lips as the dough bursts and coats your mouth with gooey cheddar. MK lifts the napkin to clean your face before pulling the noodle bowl towards you- and then laughs when you stuff a hand right in to grab a fistful.
Thankfully, MK had the foresight to drain the broth after cooking the noodles, allowing them to cool quicker. It also prevents you from spilling hot liquid across yourself, which he’s very glad for now that you’re wrist deep in noodle, eating right from your own clenched hand.
A warmth bubbles up deep inside his chest, blossoming out through his skin in ripples- the feeling of doing good for the sake of good. Just seeing you stuff down the noodles and dumplings is enough to bring a smile to MK’s face.
Enough to wash that addictive heat down his spine and through his veins.
Maybe he shouldn’t take to the police station just yet. And it might sound heinous; if you look at it from the angle of keeping a child from their parents, but- you were starving! You were freezing! You were running around in tattered clothes! You don’t know the first thing about stranger danger!
Whoever it was that was taking care of you was clearly not doing a great job!
So maybe, just maybe… it’s okay to keep you? MK certainly thinks so. He’s not too wrong with the points he raises, that you’re a victim of something, whatever it is. Neglect, starvation, abandonment, name it. You need to be saved, he quickly decides.
And what does a hero do best, if not save people?
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chloeangelic · 10 months
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Pleasers & baked ziti
Bouncer!Joel x stripper!reader
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A self indulgent drabble about pole dancing and Sopranos
Summary: Joel is everyone's favorite bouncer, who always spends his break with his favorite dancer
Warnings: Fluff, flirting, set in 2007, takes place in a strip club, Sopranos references and spoilers, no outbreak, no use of y/n, sarcasm, banter, crushing, Joel gets a pole dancing lesson lmao, eventual smut
Word count: 1.4k
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Upon realizing that being a single dad who wants to put his teenage daughter through college is expensive, Joel took a second job as a bouncer at a strip club nearly two years ago, Thursday to Sunday, letting his brother live with him in exchange for babysitting. He’s very professional about the whole gig, and he’s the first person the girls always go to when a patron creates problems or they have a bad night. They all love and trust him, but there's one dancer who knows him a little better than the rest, one who’s always on break at the same time as him, sitting in the staff room, eating snacks and watching The Sopranos reruns when he comes in. 
“That’s Karen’s last ziti”, he exclaims at the same time as Bobby Baccala says it on screen, walking towards her on the couch, “He’s not ready to eat that yet”. Neither of them look at each other before he's next to the couch, but she giggles at his delivery of the lines. “Janice is such a grifter, right?” she asks and scoots over to give him space to sit down on the small couch, “Want popcorn?”. Without waiting for an answer, she dumps the half-empty bowl in his lap and keeps watching the episode. “Slow night?” Joel asks, and she sighs in response. “Just drunk morons I can tell aren’t gonna tip”, she says and rolls her eyes, “The ones who tell me they can “save me” and then ask what my real name is”. 
Joel puts his hand over his mouth and his eyes widen, acting stunned, “You tryna tell me your name ain’t actually Amethyst?”. She puts her hand on his leg and shakes her head, looking at him with a sympathetic expression, trying not to smile. “I was trying to find the right time to tell you, I was thinking maybe on your two year work anniversary?” she says, “We could get you a cake that says ‘these aren't our real names sorry Joel we thought you knew’, with no punctuation or decorative flowers, just the writing”. He cracks up a little and looks at her, “You’re bringin’ the baked ziti to the party, or what, no fuckin’ ziti?”. “Idiot” she giggles and pushes his leg before retracting her hand. 
“As far as I'm concerned, your name is Buffalo Ray” he says, shrugging and throwing popcorn up in the air to catch them with his mouth. “The hell?”, she acts insulted and blinks at him impatiently, “Why am I Buffalo Ray? He died snitching, man”. He laughs a little before he answers her, looking at her fake-irritated face about to burst into laughter, “Cause you're a rat”. “Fuck off” she says and nudges him, earning her a rumbling laugh from the man. “You watch last night?” he asks, “It’s goin’ downhill fast for these gavones”. “Duh, I ev-” she says before she’s interrupted by the manager giving an announcement in the other room, and everything is drowned out by the noise from the TV except for something about the club closing early tonight. 
She looks at Joel with an excited expression, jumping up on her knees before sitting back on her platform heels and putting both hands on his arm, “Wanna give me a private show?”. “Who are you talkin’ to?” he asks and looks around the room. “You, big boy, come on” she says and slaps him gently on his shoulder. He snorts a little and looks down, trying to hide that he’s blushing, “You might have to teach me some moves”. 
50 Cent is playing on the speakers and the lights are flashing when she pulls Joel up on stage, still wearing her lingerie and heels. She’s about as tall as him in her nine inch Pleaser heels, black and sparkly with a worn down sole. He's broad and muscular, with a scruffy face and hair that’s surprisingly fluffy considering it doesn't look like he makes much of an effort with it. They’ve only ever seen each other in their work outfits despite hanging out regularly for almost two years, talking about anything and everything, becoming relatively close despite never taking the step out of the club and meeting in a different setting. 
“This is a body wave” she says as she holds onto the pole and demonstrates, pointing at her body at different parts of the movement, “Chest, stomach, hips, chest, stomach, hips”. He looks at her with a concentrated expression, whispering chest, stomach, hips back to himself. He’s been desensitized to the sight of girls in lingerie, semi nude and fully nude for a while now, and has no issues focusing when she breaks down the moves she does every night. “Okay, now you do it” she says and takes a step back, watching him grab the pole and whisper the instructions while he stiffly moves his upper body in an S-shape. 
“Great, now take a step around” she says and points in a circular motion around the pole, watching him step out to the right, “Shift your weight, Joel, left hip”. She pokes his hip with her finger and waits for him to lean onto his left leg, applauding when he steps around in a somewhat more slinky fashion. “Last move,” she says and holds up her index finger before waving at him so he steps away while she demonstrates. 
“This is a figure eight,” she slides her hands down and sticks her ass out, shifting her weight between her hips to rotate side to side, looking Joel directly in the eyes on the other side of the pole. He clears his throat and glances away for a second before refocusing, grabbing the pole and looking back to see if he’s doing it right. “Loosen your hips, baby, let me see some more ass” she says and smacks him playfully on his lower back. “I see you ladies do this four nights a week,” he groans, “I should really have figured this out by now”. She clicks her tongue and raises an eyebrow in response. 
“Okay, now put it all together and give me a show” she says and jumps off the platform, taking a seat right in front of the stage. They both take a deep breath, looking away from each other to prevent from bursting out in laughter, and he steps close to the pole, running the little routine from the top. “I'm breakin' a sweat here” he mutters as he tries to replicate her smooth movements, realizing construction work and lifting weights haven't prepared him for such specific types of strength training. 
“Ay, ay, ayyyy” she calls out and whistles, “You should take off your shirt”. He can’t hold it in anymore, and chuckles as he steps around the pole and tries to bend over like she did, realizing how stiff he is and how flexible she must be to comfortably do this, especially in those heels. He sees the excitement in her eyes at how well he’s replicating the moves she taught him, and she claps enthusiastically while he pants from just a thirty second long stage set. 
“Let me drive you home” he says as she puts on her jacket and they walk out of the door, “Don’t want you standin’ around outside alone at this hour”. “Won’t say no to that” she says excitedly and flings the truck door open, throwing her bag into the back and jumping into the passenger seat. He laughs a little as he climbs in and starts the engine, turning the radio down to a low volume and navigating out of the parking garage. 
Only a few minutes go by before he glances to his right and sees that she’s asleep against the window, faintly snoring. He smiles to himself a little and continues watching the road, easily finding her house after driving her home countless times. He parks the truck and waits a second before carefully nudging her shoulder, and she wakes up disoriented. “Thanks Joel,” she says as she leans over the console and grabs her bag, “Say hi to Sarah from me, see you tomorrow”. He says goodnight and watches her close the truck door and run inside, staying in her driveway until she's gotten into her house and turned on a light before he drives away.
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bruciemilf · 11 months
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wait I have got to hear your thoughts on bruce being lottie!!
Rewatching Princess and The Frog has got me in a chokehold! But basically, the AU as of now;
It's a well established, well know, well respected fact from the White House to the Bayou; If you ain't Wayne rich, you ain't rich at all.
But you won't catch Thomas Wayne bragging and boosting and yapping about hot cars, or big mansions, or pearly white yachts.
Thomas' pride and joy is one tiny, fawn eyed, overly energetic boy that made Gotham collectively swoon.
"And I want a princess when I grows up!" Bruce is just prancing around in his pink prince costume, adjusting a paper crown that Alfred made, " Or a prince! Can you get me a prince, papa?"
"You know the deal, Bruce; You wish it, daddy grands it; Ain't that right, Martha?"
Martha Kent chuckles in that warm, knowing way of hers. Her friend is infamous for the way he spoils his boy. But the Waynes are good people. And not just because they keep her farm afloat.
"Yeah, you're good on that front. But you know, sweetheart; It doesn't matter if you marry a prince or princess. As long as they make you smile, that's all that matters."
Lois, just a bit older than Bruce, makes a disgusted noise, " I don't want no prince or princess. I just want Princess money."
Bruce squeals, " But a PRINCE. I'd love to marry a Prince. We'd have a big big wedding and the sweetest cake in the world, and everyone would have fun, -- Clark! You gonna be at my wedding, right?"
Clark, dressed up in his blue overalls and paper sword, to fit the knight Bruce always calls him, nods, with a smile that doesn't match his words, " Course I will, Bruce. If you'll have me."
Now. Bruce is so very good at forging fantasies. But when a princess from a far away island rumoured to be populated entirely by women comes into town, it doesn't look like make believe at all.
"Women only? Lucky."
Lois doesn't have the time for dreams; She's a bonafide, concise, straight to the point realist. Taking truth by the throat and brings it to light.
And often enough, truth isn't pretty. And ugly truth, as Parry said, right before booting her right out of her job, doesn't sell.
Luckily, Clark's folks were nice enough to give her a delivery job cause Clark can't drive worth a damn. Still. If she's gonna watch him contain another dreamy sigh for Bruce, she'll blow chunks.
"Did you see her in them papers?! That's the prettiest woman I ever did see!"
Mr. Wayne growls behind his newspaper (that Lois could've written better than fucking JIMMY) and Bruce doubles down, " Um. After mama."
Mr Thomas smiles. "Hm. Guess you're finally getting that princess, huh, Brucie?"
Even in adulthood, Bruce squeals like a strangled kitten, " Where's Clark? Can't have the perfect wedding without the perfect best man!" Lois bites her lip and stacks up the peaches in Mrs. Wayne's Cafe.
After all these years, she just refuses to let that old place go. Lois has to respect that. Martha gives her a sympathetic look, warms her up with a mother's love. " How's work, Lo?"
"It's work, Mrs. Wayne. Thank you for that big order for the masquerade ball. At this point, you're the only ones keeping that farm alive..."
"Give those apples some credit," she winks, but squeezes Lois' hand, " If you ever need anything..."
"Thank you. But I don't take handouts."
"Pride won't buy you food, honey. But I guess I gotta wait for you to open your own newspaper. Then I'll make you rich. You'll see."
Bruce is just hugging and squeezing on Clark's arm, ranting a mile a minute about his wedding colors, his cake flavor, the honeymoon, all while nuzzling Clark's toned arm.
And Clark does what he does best; Hide behind a smile.
Alfred sighs, " If he wasn't mine, I'd whack that boy's head with a pan."
"You'll do no such thing, or so help me!"
"Save it for the after party, Tommy dear," Martha chuckles, " But I gotta understand, -- this Diana lady's making waves. I never even seen a woman talk to the mayor before. Let alone yell at 'Im."
"That's cause Tommy Elliot only wants women under his desk," A roll of the eye, a coil of disgust fanning resentment In her gut, Lois takes the box. "Sides, little miss princess probably ain't better than he is. "
The problem with always looking back is you're never ready for the forward.
When Lois bumps up in something tall, solid, and warm, she thinks its Clark. Except neither she or Clark smell like vanilla ice cream and clean air and blue oceans.
Clark certainly doesn't have long, majestic hair gracefully dancing in the winds. He doesn't have blood red lips, or strong blue eyes.
Clark's eyes were summer sky blue. Not a blue Medusa herself couldn't stone.
And he certainly doesn't make her heart stop with a smirk.
"Well," Diana Fucking Prince says, voice satin and velvet, "I don't know about being a better. But I could change your mind about that."
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swampthingking · 5 months
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regulus black’s guide to face painting and falling in love
halloween au <3
struggling artist reg - dad james - baby harry
tw: regulus briefly reflecting on his childhood (u know how it be) and reg inquiring about harry’s scar
The thing about being a freelance artist is this; you take work where you can find it.
Unfortunately for Regulus, that means he’s found himself occupying the Halloween Fair from 12 to 5PM as the face painter.
Regulus didn’t understand people’s obsession around fairs.
Well, he understood them. The hazardous rides that are operated by people who are either half asleep, or recently graduated from high school. The funnel cakes and apple cider. The apple flavored everything. The pumpkin flavored everything (which Regulus can’t find it in himself to hate, despite his best efforts. He sips his pumpkin spiced latte and glowers.) The pumpkin carving, corn maze, haunted house, haunted hayride, haunted arcade.
And of course, the children.
Just because Regulus understands the appeal around fall festivals doesn’t mean he likes them. He likes autumn, of course. It’s his favorite season.
That doesn’t mean he wants to sit outside, under the flimsy protection of a questionable tent, painting the faces of squirming, sugar-addled children.
Regulus doesn’t dislike children. He just doesn’t quite know how to… interact with them. He tries, because in all honesty, kids are funny. But they don’t always like him. Regulus is grumpy; stoic. He tries to joke, but kids don’t love dry humor, sarcasm, or straight faced deliveries.
Would he like to share his life with a husband and a child or two? Of course. But he doesn’t want to raise a child just for them to despise him. He doesn’t want to marry someone just for him to be disappointed in the father Regulus might be.
But Regulus also knows he doesn’t have great parental examples to go off of. And he knows what not to do. Knows what made him feel small. He still feels the things said and done that stick with him; the scars he bears.
He’s spent hours painting pumpkins, bugs, princess masks, Spider-Man, those motherfuckers from Paw Patrol. More characters from the provided booklet he can’t remember, on so many faces he can’t remember either. But it’s money, and money keeps him paying his share of the lease with Sirius.
Regulus checks his watch. 4:53PM.
The fair wasn’t as busy as it was earlier this afternoon. The clouds were dark and scowling, but were far too cowardly to start actually crying. He stood from the cheap stool, stretching his back, reaching for the paintbrushes to start packing up.
The brushes had been provided by whoever hired him, but he still had an intrinsic need to clean them properly. He can’t stand the thought of paint cemented into the hairs of a brush. And these brushes are perfectly good still. Regulus wonders if anyone would notice if he stuck them in his bag—
“Do you have time for one more?” A deep voice asked from behind him.
Regulus turned to see a beaming child in the arms of a man, wearing the same smiles. The same dimples. The same curly, brown hair. Even the same glasses.
Regulus was absolutely freezing, and he was sure if he touched this kid’s face, he would start to cry because if it. He desperately wanted to beat the rain before it started pissing down, but the boy was grinning, and Regulus’ heart squeezed at the thought of taking that from him if he declined.
So he nodded and said, “Yeah, of course,” and rolled the table of supplies in between the chairs they’ll sit in.
The man set his son down, thanking Regulus while the boy hurtled himself into the rickety chair, climbing into it like he was scaling a mountain. One muddy, red Converse kicked up onto the seat to haul himself into it, his knee slipping as he planted himself on the cushion.
“This is Harry,” the man gestures to his son, who was busy inspecting Regulus’ paints, his nose almost touching the pallet.
Now that there was no line and the fair seemed predominantly empty, Regulus could relax. Could handle small talk. He paused gathering the brushes he’d been in the process of purloining to give Harry a closed lipped, but genuine smile.
“Hi, little love. I’m Regulus.”
The man slid some cash in the tip jar before sitting in the chair beside Harry, knees spread, elbows resting on his legs. “And I’m James.”
He reached out to shake Regulus’ hand, not seeming to care that it was covered in paint. It was warm and firm, long fingers nearly encasing Regulus’ whole hand.
Harry smiled up at Regulus as he took a seat in front of him, his knees bracketing the boy’s tiny legs as he kicked the air. He had a small gap between his front teeth, and after he clawed the hair out of his eyes in that aggressive way that children do—like they have a vendetta—Regulus saw a webbed scar on his forehead.
“Cool scar,” Regulus acknowledged.
No, Halloween Fair face painters aren’t mandated reporters, but he was dubious anyway. Regulus had been a child with marks. With secrets. Children Harry’s age love to talk about anything and everything. It was part of their development. Regulus wanted to see where Harry took him, or didn’t.
But Harry’s smile only grew, like he was eager to tell the story. An abused child probably wouldn’t do that.
“I was running through the forest, and allullasudden, I just knew—” Harry’s eyes were wide, demanding Regulus not look away. “I was around, surround—” he looked up frustratingly at James for help, and James only started to whisper the word before Harry cut him off, the word coming to him. “—sur-rounded by these guys! They were in these black coats. And I was running super fast because I was ini-vib-sible, and then I tripped. There was this tree. I fell. My head hit the ground so hard, and I fought them off and escaped and the guy really wanted my ring, and he was really weird looking. And then, I have a scar.”
So, the entire plot of the Lord of the Rings, with a personal spin.
Regulus liked him.
“Tripped and fell into a table,” James mouths, exaggerating his words so Regulus could read his lips. His hands cupped around his mouth so Harry wouldn’t notice him spoiling his story.
“Hmm,” Regulus ponders, draping a paint-stained rag over his thigh to distract himself from a smile. “I think I’ve heard about that. That was you?”
“Yes,” Harry says with conviction. James is looking at his son with such adoration that it makes Regulus’ stomach hurt. He has to turn away.
“I can’t believe I’m sitting in front of the boy who saved the world.” Regulus mock bows to him just because he knows it’ll make him laugh. “Thank you for allowing me the honor to paint your face. Unfortunately, little love,” Regulus puts on a sulk. “the glasses will have to come off.”
Harry ripped them off one handed, throwing his arm out to James who was already reaching to take them. He folded the temples, tucking it into his shirt and letting them hang off the collar.
Regulus’ eyes may have lingered on the tan skin, and James may have seen him. The corner of his mouth was quirked when Regulus glanced back up at his face.
Oh, God. He was hot.
Regulus looked away, hoping the chilled, autumn air disguised the heat in his face. He turned to Harry, even as he felt James looking at him still.
“What are we painting?”
“Sméagol,” Harry says without a beat.
Regulus purses his lips. He would not laugh at this child. He would not laugh.
He sucks his lips into his mouth, his cheekbones aching.
“Really into Lord of the Rings right now, as you’ve probably guessed,” James offers, looking equally as affected as Regulus.
Regulus nods, turning away from them in attempt to turn his laugh into a cough. He fails.
He takes his phone out instead and pulls up a reference picture of the creature, then sets his phone on the tray off to his side. Harry glances down at it and smiles excitedly, legs pumping.
“Sméagol it is,” Regulus declares, mixing a grayish-tan into the pallet. “Ready?”
Harry flinches at the first few swipes of paint, but sits fairly still after he gets used to the temperature. He kicks incessantly, but they don’t land on Regulus, so he doesn’t mind. At one point, James asks permission to take a video to send to Harry’s mum.
Regulus hadn’t really let himself hope, but he was still a bit disappointed. He would get over it, he knew, but—
“Her wife is the one who’s been reading the books to him. She’s gonna be beside herself when she sees what he’s done.”
Oh.
Well, that changes things.
“Hm,” Regulus says, trying to keep his focus on Harry, and making him into the best Sméagol there could possibly be. But when he turns to look at the reference photo, he glances at James, who’s looking at him. James smiles softly, head cocked. Wondering.
Jesus Christ.
By the time Regulus finished, the sun was setting. He checked his watch. 5:26PM.
He wasn’t upset he’d stayed late.
Harry was the spitting image of Sméagol. Regulus has painted his entire face a warm grey, his nose a rosy pink, then added the wrinkles in darker grays and black, shading his face to take on the shape of Sméagol’s. He’d gently splattered brown freckles onto his face to look like sun spots. He even painted thin black tendrils of hair down Harry’s neck.
He was magnificent. Regulus’ favorite piece yet, truly.
James took more pictures, and Harry’s penchant for theatrics came to fruition as he crouched, feet and hands on the grass, crawling towards James like Sméagol does in the movies.
Regulus offered to take some photos of Harry and James together. James excitedly handed Regulus his phone, then scooped Harry up and propped him on a hip. Harry grabbed James’ hand, which was sporting many rings, and pretended to bite his fingers. It was futile, but James attempted to look terrified. He ended up cracking and breaking into a heart-stuttering smile, eyes squinting and cheeks giving way to dimples.
The pictures were adorable, naturally.
Harry broke character suddenly, gasping, a hand slapping on the top of his head. Regulus saw a raindrop sliding down from his hairline and wiped it away, just before it could drip onto his face and smear the paint.
“My paint!” Harry yelled, face contorting. Regulus had to look away from this glassy-eyed child with the grotesque face of Sméagol. The last thing Regulus wanted them to think was that he would laugh at a child’s sorrow.
To Regulus’ relief, James was also stifling his laughter as he set Harry on the ground, removing his own jacket to implement it as a shield above his son. The rain was picking up now into a light sprinkle. “Forgot an umbrella, babe. We’re gonna have to run super fast.”
“Daddy.” Sméagol-Harry looked up to James, sounding close to tears. “My paint,” he said, dejected.
Regulus absolutely didn’t think this through before he did it, but he said, “We won’t let your paint get ruined, love.”
He walked to his bag and rummaged around for his umbrella. He opened it and handed it to Harry, whose chubby hand wrapped around the handle, but wasn’t strong enough to hold it up against the breeze.
James and Regulus grabbed it at the same time, all three of their hands piled on top of each other. James’ was over Regulus’, so he couldn’t just pull away without ripping the umbrella from Harry, and he was absolutely not doing that.
James removed his hand with the barest hint of pink on his cheeks. He put his jacket back on now that his son was protected from the rain, thanking Regulus for holding the umbrella.
“Do you have another umbrella?” James asked once his jacket was zipped.
“Uh— no. But I can find one. I’ll ask someone. I’m alright.” He attempted to wave it off, despite knowing that he is anemic, and his fingers are already freezing.
“Okay, take this back, please. I can’t have you walking back in the pouring rain.”
“I’ll be fine. You guys take it.”
“Let us walk you to your car.”
Regulus cringed. “I… took the bus.”
James’ eyes widen. “You were going to walk to the bus stop, and then all the way home with no umbrella?”
“Yyyes?”
James raises a brow at him. He really hadn’t thought it through.
“Take your umbrella.” James goes to hand it back, then had to stop because of Harry’s death grip around the neck of it. James starts to, presumably, ask him to let go.
“What umbrella?” Regulus turns to pack up his supplies, avoiding looking at James. He knows playing this card probably won’t work but hopefully if he’s annoying enough, it will convince James to just take it. “I didn’t give you that umbrella. You came with it.”
James deadpans. “Okay, if you’re going to do that, we’ll just have to give you a ride home.”
Regulus spasms. “What? No, that’s— you don’t have to do that.”
“I didn’t do anything. You asked me for a ride.”
Regulus gasps, but he’s smiling. Damn it. “Oh, you’re good.”
Regulus lives fairly close, about 10 minutes away. The ride is almost silent. The radio is low, and Harry talks all about their day, sparing no details. What they saw, what they did, what he ate, who he talked to, what he thought about the corn maze (“Why can’t I eat the corn? Why is it there then?” to which James responded, “It’s not for us to eat.” to which Harry responded, “Why?” to which James responded, “I don’t know, babe. I just know they asked us to not eat it.” to which Harry responded, “Why?”).
His little thoughts bounced around the car until they abruptly stopped. Regulus peeked into the backseat to see him sound asleep, his mouth open, head lulled to the side. The blue eyes Regulus had painted on his eyelids stared back at him, and Regulus began to regret his artistic choice.
As they drove, Regulus couldn’t help but sneak glances over at James. He almost doesn’t want to look at him, but he can’t seem to stop. He’s stuck between wanting to remember him and not wanting to look at him so he can forget his face easier. At one point, James glances back, the gold frames of his glasses glinting from the streetlights.
Regulus’s house is dark, the porch light Sirius left on for him flickering, when they pull up to the curb. Sirius has gone into a Halloween frenzy, and it looks like a Spirit Halloween vomited all over the front porch and yard. Jack-o’-lanterns line each step, the carvings depicting various faces. Waterproof fairy lights in the shape of ghosts hang from the oak tree, twinkling like the flames of a candle.
“Thank you for—”
“Maybe I could see you again?” James says quickly, like he’d been thinking of saying it for a awhile, but hadn’t had the nerve to.
Regulus looks over at him, wide eyed. James ran a hand through his mussed hair, looking endearingly nervous.
Regulus grins, all teeth, and James returns it. “I would love that.”
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sailorkamino · 2 years
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Heyyyyy :) I've got an idea for a one-shot that you could write~ (you don't have to write it if you don't want to, no pressure😅) I'd just love to see the moon boys be worried and bring food to the London Sanctum while the reader is too busy to go out, and the boys get entirely fascinated by the magical artifacts in there (maybe steven is geeking out 🤣) and they secretly love watching the reader do their magic spells.🤭
Delivery
relationships: moon boys x avenger!witch!reader [gn]
word count: 0.7k
warnings: reader skips meals because they're busy, protective moon boys, nerd steven, using food as a love language, nsfw joke (reader moans when eating lmao)
a/n: introducing a new character ;) i focused mostly on the food part and less on the magic so i hope you still like it, conejito = bunny, cariño = dear
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Marc wonders if this is a good idea.
You guys aren’t even dating but here he is at your door. He hasn’t even known you for that long but fuck it, he misses you but he doesn’t know how to say that so he hopes your favorite meal will get the message across.
You have been very busy lately, spending all your time at the sanctum. Normally you were free to leave during the day, relying on multiple security measures and your powers to alert you if anything were to go wrong, but an evil sorcerer on the loose means you have to be extra cautious. You’ve been going to New York a lot lately to discuss the issue with other Avengers.
He cautiously knocks on the large door, eyes widening when it opens by itself. “So, you’re the boyfriends?” A feminine voice, that definitely isn’t yours, asks. He almost drops your food. He doesn’t see anyone inside.
“Hello? Are you one of Y/N’s friends?” He asks hesitantly.
“Kind of. I’m Cheeky Home Assistant Reliable Multipurpose, or Charm. I’m an AI that helps run the sanctum and assists Y/N. I’ve heard a lot about you, Marc.”
He freezes, not knowing how to respond to that. Meanwhile Steven is geeking out in the headspace. “Oh, uh, that’s nice.”
“Y/N is in the library, although they have some gifts for you in the kitchen.”
Marc is about to ask for directions when you’re suddenly materializing in front of him. You look adorably domestic in a cheesy ‘I heart NY’ tee shirt and sweatpants. “Isn’t this a nice surprise?” You smile tiredly.
Marc fiddles with the takeaway bag. “Sorry for just dropping by. I tried calling but I know you’ve been busy.” He shrugs dismissively, like this isn’t incredibly thoughtful. “I don’t know if you’ve had dinner yet but I was on my way home and I was going past that place you like so I decided to get you something.”
You cross the distance between you two, pressing a sweet kiss against his mouth. “Thank you honey. I’m starving.” You stroke his cheekbones fondly as Steven fronts. “Hi love. How come you never told me about Charm?”
You smile at his excitement. “I’m sorry darling. I’m so used to her, sometimes I forget that most people don’t have an AI. She was a gift from Tony.”
You start pulling him through the Sanctum. He doesn’t even ask where you’re going, too entranced by his surroundings. The fact that you didn’t teleport where you wanted to go tells him how drained you really are. “Don’t touch anything,” you warn without turning around.
“I wasn’t-”
“You were thinking about it.”
He shuts his mouth. You come to a stop in a large, modern kitchen. “I think food might be our love language,” you joke. That’s when he notices the pile of American snacks not available in the UK.
“Goldfish!” He gasps, putting your food on the counter to grab the crackers. “And snack cakes!” You smile at his reaction. You take a seat, using your powers to pull your dinner towards you. “Marc and Jake have some drinks in the fridge.”
“Ooh, I’ve never tried these,” Steven observes, looking at the unfamiliar sodas. He doesn’t even react as a beverage flies over his shoulder to rest in your hand. He’s becoming pretty accustomed to your magic by now. “Hey, these are mine,” Jake warns his alter, grabbing one of the cans of Dr. Pepper.
“Play nice, boys,” you advise, only half joking. You dig into your takeaway with an almost pornographic moan. Jake’s face reddens but you’re too busy eating to notice. “Are you sure you aren’t the telepath in this relationship? I didn’t realize how hungry I was.”
He looks at you in concern. “Have you eaten anything today?”
“I conjured some protein shakes.”
“Aren’t you the one who told me conjured food barely has any nutritional value because it’s made with magic.”
“That, uh, must’ve been another witch who told you that.”
He looks at you unimpressed. “You need to take care of yourself, conejito. How are you gonna save the world with no energy?”
“I know, I know. It won’t happen again. Promise.”
“Good. If it does I’ll have to withhold kisses.”
“You wouldn’t dare!”
“Try me, cariño.”
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mymainwastoocluttered · 9 months
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Birthday Cake (Kalim Al Asim)
There's actually a tradition about birthday cakes back where the Prefect comes from.
Original idea by @strawberry-pie-thoughts
NOTE: I only write for female reader but everyone is welcome to read it!
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“Prefect? What are you pacing outside the dorm? The party is about to begin.”
Jamil watches as the girl jumps in place, clutching what appears to be a container of cake in her hands. She turns to him with her face completely red, and he can already guess where this is going. There are only two things in the world that can break the Prefect’s unshakeable composure: Crowley being Crowley and her giant crush on Kalim. And by the lack of murderous aura, Jamil knows what affects her right now is the latter.
“Is that for Kalim?”
“... yeah…”
“... do you want me to give it to him?” It won’t be the first time he does so. While (Y/N) mostly tries to avoid involving Jamil on matters with Kalim, there were a few times that her crush got to an almost debilitating degree, and he had to play delivery boy for her little love confessions—love confessions that were far too subtle for Kalim to understand.
“Not really…” Oh? That’s new. “It’s just… K-Kalim already has a cake, right?”
“He has four, because he invited way too many people and wanted everyone to have a piece.”
The girl’s eyes go wide as saucers, her shoulders slumping in defeat. Oops.
“But I’m sure he’d love yours even more than the ones we bought,” Jamil assures quickly, not wanting to upset her. “If we take it to him now, he might cut it first.”
A slight gleam of hope appears in her eyes. She takes a deep breath and nods. Jamil takes it as his cue to guide her to where his infuriating Housewarden is. Despite his grievances with Kalim—and some he has with the Prefect for stopping his plans with the shady trio—, he does want them to end together. Mostly because between hearing Kalim whine about not confessing and having Kalim spend the day away with his girlfriend, it’s clear which one to choose. There is a reason why parents hire babysitters, after all.
Though some part of him does want them to be happy.
“Jamil… can you give us a few minutes alone before we start the party?”
“Are you going to confess finally?”
“Yes.”
That has him almost tripping on his own feet. But also, the sigh of relief that leaves his lungs can never be reproduced ever again.
It is absolutely worth it to delay the party a few minutes, even with Floyd threatening to squeeze everyone if they take too long and Riddle complaining about time and rules and times of rules, if that means he gets to see Kalim finally learn what the entire school knew. Finally, Jamil will get the break he deserves.
And if he’s a little touched that he got the first slice of the second cake, after (Y/N) explained the significance of said slice in the traditions of her people and got the first slice of the first cake—the one she baked herself—, then that is his business.
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hils79 · 2 months
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Hils Watches Kiseki: Dear to Me - Ep 10
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Have we had another time skip. In the last episode he had literally just got out of prison and said he'd like to open a bakery. Now apparently he has?
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Crying again
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Oh, apparently this part from the previous episode was also at whatever point in the future we're at now. It must be a few months, right? You can't just open a bakery overnight.
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Oh my god is that the boys from Plus & Minus?
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I am going to lose my shit when these two finally get on the same page
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WAIT IS THAT WHERE HE WAS??? Did I somehow miss this entirely? Did they come out of prison at the same time? I was clearly not paying attention.
JFC like I do believe he 100% considers Bai Zongyi to be one of his best friends, but I also don't think he'd have gone to prison to protect him quite so quickly if he wasn't trying to get away from the guilt he felt for having sex with Chen Yi while he was drunk.
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MY HEART
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I really do love their friendship
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We are all praying for this tbh
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Oh shit! Okay, I did not have them running into each other while Bai Zongyi was delivering a cake order but it's happening!
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Wait, does Fan Zerui remember him now? At least subconsciously? He's spending a long time staring at a guy who should, as far as he's concerned, be a rando delivery guy.
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Who IS this dude? I thought he was Fan Zerui's brother but you do not possessively wrap your arm around your brother like that
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2 photos wirh Ai Di, 186 photos with Fan Zerui. Even his own family barely has more at 202
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He's totally going to sniff Chen Yi's jacket, isn't he?
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DUDE!
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Aww now he's sleeping snuggling it 🥺
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The way I rapidly went from 'aww Chen Yi is going to carry him to bed' to 'oh shit! Prison really fucked Ai Di up'
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God, this poor kid
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Chen Yi has a literal stab wound in his gut and he's still able to pick Ai Di up like it's nothing
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OOH ARE THEY ALMOST THERE NOW? Ai Di just needs to stop freaking out
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I KNEW IT!!! Or, okay, I suspected
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Wait, is possessive dude actually helping??
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Look at him being all wise. LISTEN TO HIM AI DI!
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Somehow this is even more heartbreaking than if Fan Zerui didn't remember Bai Zongyi at all. Even this dude, who I think is the same dude who threw away Bai Zongyi's university letter, is all 'FFS JUST GO AND TALK TO HIM'
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HAS HE BEEN FAKING AMNESIA THIS WHOLE TIME??? Dude! I thought maybe it was real at first but then he got better. DUDE!
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I am suddenly very concerned that this is a trap
GDI HOW CAN THE EPISODE END THERE??
Well, that was a rollercoaster of events and feelings
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gainerstories · 2 years
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Lifetime Supply: Chapter 2
Written by: Gainer Stories
Lifetime Supply is a collaborative story penned by Gainer Stories and Gaining Fiction.
All that remained of the first box Ryan had received were Tootsie Rolls and a candy both he and Ahmed detested. It had been a month and he had already received two more shipments since the first one. He assumed they were sending them on a biweekly basis and was beginning to get frustrated with the frequency. He almost felt obligated to eat as much as he could so it wouldn’t go to waste before the next box arrived. There was only one problem: Ryan could tell he’d already put on about five pounds. 
He was a slender guy and didn’t really mind the weight, but knew that if he kept at this pace he’d be overweight in no time. So, Ryan decided to fill out the survey Adesco had sent and make clear that the frequency of the boxes was too high. The rest of the survey he filled out honestly, noting his favorite snacks, flavors, and types of foods. He dropped the survey in the mailbox and headed for class. 
Ryan was a senior in college studying computer science and his coursework had really amped up since last semester. He was constantly slammed and felt like he was either programming or studying the majority of each day. After a full day of classes he was exhausted and starving and decided to have a large pizza delivered to the apartment for himself and Ahmed. He ordered the pie online and made his way home. When he arrived Ahmed was standing shirtless in the kitchen with an annoyed expression on his face. 
“Come on man,” Ahmed said. “First the snack boxes and now this? You know I’m starting a new fitness routine.”
Ryan was fully aware of Ahmed’s aspirations to get buff. He’d bought weights and weight gain supplements and talked about his workouts non stop. Ahmed was fairly scrawny and after two months of pumping iron didn’t look much different. Perhaps his muscles were a bit more defined, but he was far from the hunky look he desired. 
“Hey, aren’t you supposed to be bulking and all? I got this for us to share…”
Eventually Ahmed acquiesced and the two split the pizza and watched a horror movie. Midway through the film they paused to use the restroom. Once they were ready to dive back into the movie, Ahmed suggested they smoke some weed. Ryan was surprised by this- to his knowledge Ahmed didn’t use any drugs, nor did Ryan. Reading the befuddled look on Ryan’s face, Ahmed explained that his buddy is a big stoner and gave him a joint for free. Neither of the boys had ever tried marijuana but they decided to take the plunge together. 
At first, they were giggly and awkward, eventually directing their attention towards the screen. When one of the characters in the film was pictured eating a bag of chips the roommates became vicariously hungry. 
“I have an idea!” exclaimed Ryan and grabbed the Adesco box. 
The boys dug right into the snacks, consuming one after another. Their munching became mindless and involuntary. They couldn’t stop eating or tear their eyes away from the screen. Ten hours later they woke up in the same position on the couch, surrounded by snack wrappers. 
“Fuck,” Ahmed said and darted up. “I can’t believe we ate so much. I have to get to class.”
Ryan laid silent and motionless on the couch as Ahmed got dressed. Ryan was strangely ravenous though still bloated from the night before. He grabbed a snack cake that lay nearby and popped it in his mouth to quell the hunger pangs. As Ahmed rushed out the door in a flurry he began shouting Ryan’s name and cursing. Confused, Ryan stood up, noticing that his shirt had ridden up on a puffy paunch, and headed to the front door. 
Shockingly, another box from Adesco had been delivered, this one significantly larger than the prior deliveries. As he bent over, his jeans strained from the pressure and uncomfortably dug into his waist. Once inside, Ryan took off his jeans and threw them on the ground. That was much better. With a leftover slice of pizza in one hand he cut open the box as his stomach growled. 
On one hand, Ryan was now craving the fattening treats, but on the other he knew this was getting excessive. He searched for the notecard with the Adesco phone number. After finding it, he picked out all the snack cakes from the box and spread them on the coffee table. He grabbed the liter of orange soda in the fridge and went to town on one of the least healthy breakfasts he’d ever consumed while dialing his customer service representative, Luke.
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texasblues · 7 months
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Best parts of me
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What if Steve and Astrid had a baby when they were younger? Before the events of “I’m on Fire”by @bettyfrommars . An older sister to Oliver, who looks a lot like Astrid but has Steve’s puppy eyes and his luscious hair. This is a “what if” story. There will only be this part.
Warnings: Angst. Hurt/comfort. Fluff. Difficult delivery. Mentions of blood loss. Violence.
Steve Harrington x oldermixedrace!OC, OC daughter. Oliver Harrington, Robin Buckley, Eddie Munson and Wayne Munson.
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“To much blood.”
“We’re sorry.”
“Emergency surgery.”
What should have been a joyous occasion, with Eddie and Wayne congratulating Steve, had turned somber. Time was of the essence. Eddie watched as Steve sat down, visibly shaken, eyes listless, as the Doctor walked back through the double doors.
“She’ll need you to be strong son,” Wayne took the seat next to him, “she’s gonna count on you being there for them.”
Eddie hadn’t heard the whole conversations, only the parts Steve had repeated loudly. But he had a sense it has to do with Astrid and the baby.
“We’re not out of the woods yet but she’s a tough one, we know that, and they said the baby was just fine. A little distress but fine nonetheless, let’s go see your young’n,” Wayne pulled the boy up with him, shooting a look towards his nephew.
Five fingers. Five toes. One cute button nose.
Steve had been in love before. He had given love and received it but this was a different type of love. He couldn’t describe it even if you had asked but there it was, digging into the crevices of his heart, burying itself in a cozy cocoon.
The nurse stood up, upon seeing the men, as she walked over to a bassinet with the name Harrington written in pink.
Five fingers. Five toes. One button nose is all Steve could think about as he watched the nurse carry the tiny pink bundle, with a matching beanie, and a few curls peeking out beneath.
“Emmeline,” was all he could breath out, the name they had chosen.
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It was the slow click of the door, tiny footsteps muffled on the carpet, that woke Steve up, he smiled into his pillow as he felt her presence round the corner to his side of the bed. It was when she stood next to him, that he heard the sniffling, his smile faltered.
“Baby cakes,” he pushed himself up, “bad nightmare?”
Emmeline nodded, rubbing at her eyes, a purple teddy bear was wedged between her arm and body, “I couldn’t find you and mommy,” she began, “there were scary things in the sky and it was red, like fire, and people were screaming. I couldn’t find Auntie Robin or Uncle Eddie. I kept crying out for grandpa Wayne but no one could hear me.”
Steve felt his chest tightening, he lifted up the covers on his bed, scooting back a bit, as his little mini-me climbed in, pressing her face into his shoulder, little arms wrapping around him.
They’d all had dreams with a sky on fire before, but this was the first hearing from one of their children. He would talk about it with Astrid later, maybe she knew something about this red sky.
“Daddy,” Steve covered them both up, snuggling with his little girl, “I love you.”
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“Say cheese!”
Robin clicked the camera as Emmeline smiled just before blowing out her candles, it was a beautiful day, one of the better days of the week, as the heat was bearable, the cake wasn’t melting.
Astrid kissed her daughter’s cheek before taking the cake away to be sliced, Steve in tow, as they chatted idly away, thighs pressing against each other, hips almost, and Robin felt a way about it. Emmeline was also looking, an unreadable expression on her face, which no one noticed, before she ran off to play with her friends.
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“I want you to meet your new baby brother! His name is Oliver,” Steve held his newborn son, like Emmeline, he had also been born with thick hair, “Do you want to hold him?”
Emmeline nodded, eyes big, as well as her smile, as she held her arms out, sitting agains the couch cushions, “He’s so little!” She squealed, bending down to kiss his forehead, Oliver squirmed in her arms before settling down, “he smells so good! Are we keeping him?” Steve laughed at this, ruffling her curls, before taking out a camera to freeze the memory in time, “He isn’t a puppy baby cakes, but yeah, Robin is going to help us take care of Oliver, your mommy too.”
“Hi Oliver, I’m your big sister Emmeline, but you can call me Emmy, and I want you to know that I love you. I will always take care of you. Robin is great! She always makes sure that the crust on my bread is cut off, we feed those to the raccoons that come at night, but you’ll love my mommy too! She loves to cook and sing songs to me, I’m sure she’ll sing to you too! Daddy is funny and sometimes people think he is scary but he isn’t,” She kissed the top of his head again, holding him close to her.
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“My mom said your mom’s a dirty Whore.”
Astrid sat stiffly, she should have known that something like this would happened, she’d seen the signs, but lately work had taken over most of her free time, “Don’t listen to them okay. You’ve done nothing wrong,” she ignored the scoff of the other mother, “some people just weren’t raised with good manners,” her eyes locked with the mother of the boy who insulted her.
“Emmy!” Oliver ran over to her, Emmeline stood up, sweeping him up into her arms, peppering his face with kisses to which Oliver excepted giggling, “I missed you!”, she watched her father sauntered over, leaning down to give her mother a quick kiss on the mouth.
“Did you have fun at grandpa’s? Did he let you sit on his bike?” She sat down, making sure he was secured in her lap as Oliver went on to talk about his day at Grandpa Wayne’s shop.
“I bet Uncle Eddie was a little grumpy,” she laughed, the boy across from her looked up, ears a little pink when he heard her laugh.
She watched as her parents stepped to the side to talk, both with stern expressions on their face, occasionally glancing at the other family, before sitting down and waiting on the Principal’s secretary.
“Your daughter punched my son in the face,” the woman turned from looking at Steve and Astrid, “I want her to be reprimanded immediately,” to the Principal.
Steve leaned back in his chair, arms folded over, a steely look on his face, “after he insulted her mother, I’m surprise she didn’t hit him more, I taught her better than that.”
“Mr. Harrington” the Principal sighed, “I’m going to have to ask you to leave if you begin to instigate violence against a child.”
“But are you going to address what was said? Sir, this child said to my daughter that his mother called her mother a whore.”
“One week in-school detention for both of them, but I will be suspending Emmeline for two days, violence is not tolerated at this establishment,” Steve kicked the man’s desk hard, startling the other parents, and the Principal, he stood up and walked out, not caring to entertain what obviously was biased opinions about his daughter, Astrid followed suit, her hand on his bicep.
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The smell of pancakes and bacon filled the air bringing Steve out of his stupor, he’d been up all night working on a piece for a new client, it was rather large and intricate and he had to redo it at least twice. He yawned, stretching his tired limbs, back stiff from bending over his drawing table.
“Breakfast is ready!” He heard Robin call down the hallway, hearing scampering little feet and chairs being pulled out.
Steve stumbling into the kitchen to see Emmeline plating eggs and bacon on a plate for Oliver, while Robin was helping bring over a pitcher of orange juice.
“Look at the loves of my life enjoying a meal without me,” he ruffled both of his kids hair on his way to the coffee pot.
“Dingus, we called for you didn’t we?”
Steve rolled his eyes at this, taking a sip of coffee, savoring the taste, as he sat down at his spot on the table, watching his youngest cut into a single pancake.
“Dad, how do you want your eggs?”
“Don’t worry about me Baby cakes, I’ll make my own, come eat your food before it gets cold,” he didn’t want to think about how in a couple of hours she’d be going back home to Astrid’s.
“When you come back, can we work on our Halloween costumes?” Oliver sadly replied, he always missed her on the last day, Emmeline nodded in response, smiling sweetly at her baby brother.
Steve remembered when Oliver had asked him about Astrid, and who she was to him, other than Emmeline’s mother, and he couldn’t answer right away.
He had told him that Astrid was someone he loved very much that they had Emmeline together. That their love lived on through her but they couldn’t be together. But she would always be family and she loved him just like her own.
Steve had wondered if that was to elaborate for a kid his age, but Oliver had shown to be very intuitive for someone so young.
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“Love you Ollie,” Emmeline hugged her brother tightly, “you be good for dad and your mom okay! I’ll be back soon and remember you can always call me. My mom is always happy to see you and your welcome to come over!” She kissed his head.
Robin hugged her tightly as well, “we’re on for game night next time okay, Katie wants to meet you, and you should meet Eddie’s new girlfriend! Finally after all that Melanie drama,” both women rolled their eyes at that.
Finally Emmeline stopped in front of Steve, “take care of yourself okay,” she scolded, a bit to much like Astrid, he chuckled as he brought her in for a bear hug, he kissed the top of her head, “take care of yourself too baby cakes and call me when y’all get home okay. Love you.”
Emmeline pulled herself away, a smile on her face, as she began to walk toward’s Astrid’s truck, “I’ll see you later dad, I love you!”
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Steve woke up, tears in his eyes, as he sat up, clutching the bedsheet. The dream having felt to real. Did he just live thirteen years in one night. A body stirred next to him, he peered down, Astrid was already awake and sat up with him, sensing his distress, “sorry I…”
“Sinta,” she whispered, as she touched his arm, she pulled him into her arms, cradling his body against hers, “she was beautiful wasn’t she, our Emmeline,” he nodded into her shoulder, feeling a loss that shouldn’t have felt like one. She wasn’t real but she was real.
Steve pulled away a bit, resting his forehead against her, “if I could get you pregnant I’d do it in a heartbeat, pregnancy sex is the best, you were the hottest momma in this town,” Astrid rolled her eyes at this before he leaned in for a kiss, goofy smile with teary eyes.
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There you have it folks! @tenthmoon I wrote this with you in mind, because I remember once you said you wished they had a kid together. Here she is, Emmeline Harrington.
Here is the song that inspired it all.
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Dionysus wouldn't say Hermes was his favorite brother but he wouldn't deny how close they were when they were young. The messenger god had brought him to his mortal family after he was born and watched over him when he was a demigod ever since.
Carrying him securely in a baby carrier on his back when his aunts had been too busy to watch him. Dionysus got to feel the sensation of flying before he even became a god. He rode with his brother on delivery runs and whenever possible would get to play with him out in meadows and fields. Making mud cakes and making friendship bracelets out of grass and flowers. Those were good times.
Sometimes Hermes would act as a surrogate father to him by teaching him different skills and being there for him when his aunts couldn't. If bikes had existed in Ancient Greece, Hermes would definitely have taught Dionysus how to ride. They were the youngest gods on the council and often underestimated by other gods. Dionysus the insane drunk and Hermes the useless paper boy, they'd say. Such disappointments, they'd claim. It hadn't stopped the two of them from having fun and working hard though.
When Hermes' first godly child Pan was born, there had been so much pride and joy in his eyes when Dionysus and Pan had clicked almost immediately and became fast friends. It was like he was seeing two of his own children be siblings for the first time.
In the present, now out of his flashbacks, Dionysus thought about giving his older brother a call. The god had been trying to reach out for awhile but Dionysus lost in his own misery with his punishment hadn't called him. "Maybe someday, they could pick up where they left off?," Dionysus mused as he walked around camp. One could only hope. He missed his brother.
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da-proti-toku-grem · 7 days
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*breaks down door* DELIVERY BELONGING 2 ONE JURE N JAN LOVING GIRLY/gn N WONDERFUL WRITER CALLED MACA!! :DD
*🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁*
(Jan/Jure! beach date cuz I miss summer N im running out of ideas 4 the perfect date series + my brain is FRIED from working on moodboards N homeschool stuff all day so there’s no tale 2 be told this time srry 😭) BUT I do feel like putting my friends out of their misery with how much they listen 2 me yapping about our silly pretty lil Slovenians N since were all batshit insane over them here maybe rambling 2 U isn’t a bad idea (U don’t gotta read if It gets super long :3) Jure was my original bby when I first found them almost a whole year ago on my birthday,him N Bojan were the ones that caught my attention when they came on N made me drop a perfectly good slice of leftover birthday cake on the carpet N blush like crazy ☺️.Then once I was pretty familiar with the band I started becoming a Jan girly/gn aswell which started my love 4 the two as a pairing (all the nights I scrolled Pinterest 4 photos of them together N binged a bunch of vids still keep me up 😵‍💫) cuz their so PRETTY N GORGEOUS N SWEET N ADORABLE N SILLY N mmmmmmmhhhhhhhhh *melts into a vaguely Gengar plushie shaped puddle* all the gig footage we’ve been getting has made me fall even harder 4 them both (I’m the reason all those Joker Out edit complications have so many f4n views) but in a way they saved me,not just them but mostly them ykyk b4 I was being homeschooled the one I went 2 was shit N I would always head straight 2 tumblr so I could see my boys once I got home,watching the Carpe diem series N welcome to the backstage eps over N over again cuz just seeing my darlings smile made me giggle N kick my feet N twirl my hair (how could I not when they look like THAT *grabby hands*) I can’t remember how many times I’ve questioned my sexuality over them N the whole band until I finally realised my ass doesn’t just like girls N I’ll always be glad I found them N this crazy lil fandom when I did cuz this place is like a famliy N their our home,4 whoever long we got with them N maybe even forever <33333
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Hey!! (About the text) Yeah I totally get you, they were totally what saved me at the end of my last year of high school last year. I discovered them when the stress was starting to become too much and they helped me a lot to keep going. And then when I started uni I felt like shit every day (that's why I ended up dropping out - bc: 1. I didn't like what I was doing, and 2. My mental health was is shit rn and I prefer to focus on that) and the only thing that kept me from going absolutely insane was going on tumblr and talk/see people talking about these silly little slovenian men so... yeah :) this fandom truly feels like home to me too <33
(About the moodboard) I absolutely LOVE IT!!!!!! Like, I saw this yesterday at night when you sent the ask and I loved the idea so much that I ended up writing a little fic 🤭 I was waiting until I finished writing to post the ask and the fic at the same time, but I finished at 2am (oops 😅), so I'm queueing both for the morning :3 🩷
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omg i need to hear more about the flowers to mooch!!
i feel like a little part of her is hoping they’re from tyler but she won’t allow herself to entertain that thought
i went a little long on this.
quinn was picking up the cake for the dinner party before mooch's actual party at the bar. mooch wasn't feeling her birthday. she missed home and tyler. vancouver wasn't the same as michigan. her birthday was overcast by tyler's missing place.
a knock at the door came while mooch forced herself to get ready for dinner. mooch made her way to the door, her hair half done and her eyes sunken in from lack of sleep. she was met with a large bouquet of flowers.
"miss hughes?" the delivery man called handing her the vase. "oh," she searched for a card. "who are these from?" she asked. "can't say, but he did want me to tell you happy birthday."
mooch brought the flowers inside. her favorite flowers, sunflowers, added bright color to the room and her life. quinn walked in moments later with a cake box. "thanks for the flowers?" mooch said. quinn's eyebrows furrowed together. "i didn't get you those."
she called her parents, it was a no. luke and jack also said nope. nico shouting "no!" from behind them. a call to anaheim was next. trevor and jamie both denied being the ones to get them for her. alex was called afterward and he said it wasn't him. texts were sent to some other people: brady and josh, cole, umich boys, blanks and kj (although mooch knew kj always got her roses), and even texts to william nylander and mat barzal were sent. all of them denied it. although mat came back with a "i wish i would have sent you flowers. but whatever tito gets you, consider that from me too."
for a brief second, tyler crossed her mind. even when they were broken up for her birthday the last time, he had texted her a birthday message but today had been radio silent from him. but maybe the flowers were a signal that he was thinking of her. but she got rid of the thoughts almost immediately. she told herself that tyler didn't love her and to stop thinking of him.
"did you guys send flowers?" ethan asked, entering the living room of the house. almost all the boys sounded off with no's. except one, who paused before saying "no. i didn't." but everyone watched him check his phone, deleting the confirmation text for the delivery.
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txt-yaomi · 1 year
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TXT 2023 DREAM WEEK
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[2023 DREAM WEEK] TXT (투모로우바이투게더) WE'RE FREE SPIRITS!
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Angel walks in with Beomgyu as the boy was filming Yeonjun and Soobin. With the matching outfit, the two seem to be shown as a pair or have something in common, like they are shown to be siblings. Within the scenario, Yeonjun and Soobin were seen bickering about Soobin pouring the basket full of graffiti spray on the cart. Having enough of the bickering, Angel steps in towards the two boys and makes Soobin pour the sprays onto the cart with a big smile, showing Angel laugh at the situation. Everything was caught on camera.
Hueningkai finally makes his appearance in the video as he is observing the fishes, however, Angel suddenly appears as she places her arm around the boy's shoulder and joins in his observing the fishes
Cutting to the boy sliding across the fish tank, Beomgyu was shown next, then Yeonjun, and finally Angel. However, the girl seems to not be looking at the first but inside covering her eyes with her hands and sticking her tongue out
As the group comes together, Angel grabs the skateboard and places it into the cart. Then the group finally head out. Finally ending the video of Huenignkai closing the garage door while the rest of the members look at the youngest boy
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[2023 DREAM WEEK] TXT (투모로우바이투게더) 'Happy Fools (TOMORROW X TOGETHER Ver.)' Special Clip
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DREAM GRAPHY !!
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TOO MUCH INFORMATION - ANGEL !!
What’s your phone background right now? | FaceTime call with my friend - a lil sneak of the wallpaper
What do you plan on eating or doing this evening? | Go on an ice cream run and walk with my group members 
Can vs can’t bear lots of piled-up kakaotalk messages | Can bear  
Your current in-body muscle weight? | (Becomes shy) I dont know 
An artist that you’re into these days? | J-Cole & Burna Boy 
A snack that you can’t live without | Whip strawberry filled Chocolate cake 
If you could go on a trip anywhere right now, which country would you go to? | Bali & Jamaica 
What do you do before you leave for work? | See if there are any leftover snacks 
What’s the most number of days you can stay indoors without going outside? | 4 days 
What’s the delivery food that you eat the most? | Tteokboki & Meat 
What’s your phone’s ringtone? | Default 
What time do you set your alarm and what time do you wake up? | Set for 8:00, 8:30, and 9:00 - Wake up at 9 
Which sock do you put on first? left foot? right foot? | The right foot of course! 
Your own unique way of enjoying ramen | I dance every time I take a bite 
What do you say the most these days? | “Yeah! Beomgyuuuu” 
What’s a meme or slang your learned recently? | “Bombastic Side-eye” 
What’s the most memorable comment out of all the comments you’ve seen lately? | “I see a halo on top of your head” 
What’s the most repetitive colour in your closet? | Beige
What’s the most recent delivery you received? | Clothes :)
What song have you been listening to the most recently? | Tinnitus by TXT & For My Hand by Burna Boy
What’s the most rebellious escape you’ve ever made? | Skipping school and going to the dance studio 
If you could live as a different person for just one day, who would it be? | My little brother 
What is something that disappeared and made you sad? | A time when I was hard on myself 
What’s the movie you’ve watched the most in your life? | Bratz & Lilo and Stitch
Where do you sit on the dining table and the sofa, at your dorm? | The corner of my sofa is so cozy!
When do you think were your prime days? | Ever since I debuted 
What is a mistake you made on stage that nobody noticed? | There are too many… 
If you could get on a time machine and go somewhere, where would you go? | My childhood 
What’s something that always needs to be there in your fridge? | Chocolate >&lt; 
What’s the most useless thing you bought lately? | Nike socks but those are essential 
What do you absolutely need to eat along with pork belly? | Roasted garlic 
What’s the most recent thing on your phone’s notes app? | Gift ideas for my members 
What’s your own small but certain happiness? | Buying things 
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WHATS IN MY BACK - ANGEL !!
Hair elastic | A go-to hair elastic is always essential for my hair :)
Perfume | I love this scent and will always be in my bag whenever I need a little reminder of the beauty
Sunglasses | These glasses are always a staple for any outfit
Earrings | It is a little boost of self confidence
Charger | I always need this for phone, if I forget then I will use my oppa’s kiki
Vitamin | These always support my health, the most important
Chocolate | This will always be seen in my bag as it always makes my day. Shhh don’t tell Pdnim !!
Sunscreen & Essence | Always makes my skin healthy and plump
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ALL ABOUT EMOTIONS OF TXT: SOOBIN ➡️ ANGEL !!
Were there any moments during 2022 when you felt really impressed or touched by the members?
It was actually pretty recent, it was during Lollapalooza, right before we entered. We were all nervous and I was slowly starting to get anxious 5 minutes before going up. But then all of the members individually did something to help me get over it. You and Taehyun gave me a head massage because I had a headache. Beomgyu was shaking me and Hueningkai was giving me his plushie. Then there was Yeonjun who was giving me food. (SB: Ahh I remember that it all happened naturally) You all really do spoil me
4 years into your debut, what was the most rewarding
Omg, the world tour of course. It was such a different feeling and it made me want more. I hope we will be able to go across the world in the future
I'm really curious about this next one. Mimi, when you finish all your schedules, what's your small happiness?
I know the group spends so much time together but I would honestly say watching movies with the members. (SB: What was the most recent movie and with who?) it was with Yeonjun Oppa and we were watching “Parasite”
Is there a part of your current self that you're really satisfied with?
Literally everything! I use to not think of this before but honestly, I realized that no one will be able to love who you are until you love yourself (SB: I remember when you will be facing really low self-esteem in the past and I felt so concerned and worried. I know that you would be attempting to show a confident side of yourself to the public while it may not be like that, but now seeing you becoming very confident) Thank you Oppa!
All modern people feel this way at some point but have you ever thought that you're stuck in a rut or that you're experiencing a slump or burnout? If you have, can you tell me your own way of overcoming it?
Oh goodness! The first thing is words of affirmation for yourself. I would place it everywhere! My wallpaper, Lock Screen, all the doors, computer, everywhere! and it honestly helped since I began to reflect on myself and realize that they are true, I just never believed it (SB: omg I would find one on my own bed and would be so confused. But after telling me, I didn’t understand until I began to read the notes you leave. It actually helps!)
Is there a song that you listen to when you're depressed or want to be comforted?
I have been listening to a lot of J Cole, and one that really sticks with me is ‘Let Go of My Hand’ 
What are words that make you feel strong again when you’re going through a tough time or when you're feeling weak?
“I am bigger than my doubts, bolder than my fears, and stronger than my obstacles” (SB: damn that one hits hard, I will start using that one from now on) You should! It actually helps so much
Wrapping up 2022, what were some of your embarrassing moments?
don’t get me started…there are just too many. A lot of my personal embarrassing moments happen whenever the team is teasing me and I can feel my cheeks blushing. (SB: I love when that happens, it’s so cute!) yea dont get me started 
 4 years into your debut, what was your most exciting and heart-fluttering moment?
Every time I hear MOA be honest. The sparks just go crazy right before we hit the stage and hear the cheering in the back. It is a significant moment that makes my heart flutter. (SB: you deserve it)
Have you ever felt "I'm glad that I'm a part of TOMORROW X TOGETHER"?
Every year, month, day, second. I genuinely dont know what I will do without you guys, my family, and especially MOA. (SB: Have you been glad of me?) of course! You became such an amazing leader since you were the cause of my confidence. 
Then, when did you feel the proudest of our MOAs?
I will always be so proud of the strong relationship we have with one another. They get our sense of humour, our love, and our emotions. Its something that is rare in my eyes and I will always want to hold it secure 
What was the most thrilling moment of the LOVESICK tour?
Whenever we sing with MOA together. I always shed a tear and it makes me look so emotional but it’s just such a beautiful moment. As well as, just walking around the aisles and having cute interactions with MOA’s is so precious to be, especially with their hilarious posters. 
… you made it till the end!
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sakuramidnight15 · 11 months
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Character Bio
Name: Riyon Gushiken
(Japanese: 具志堅りよん)
Romaji: Gushiken Riyon
Quote: "Patience before you act, otherwise curiosity gets the best of you."
V/A: Kengo Kawanishi (Japanese)
Gender: Male
Age: 17
Birthday: April 19
Star Sign: Aries
Eye Color: Crystal Teal (His Normal Eye Color)
Garnet Red (Second Eye Color and Half-Myth power activation)
Hair Color: Pastel Lilac
Height: 182 cm
Race: Half Human, Half Myth/Hybrid
Species: Bubak
Homeland: Wintergreen Village (The fourth country in the Island of Enchantment)
Family: William Gushiken (Father)
Fanwan Gilligan (Father)
Yuuan Gilligan (Younger Sister)
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School Status and Fun Facts
Dorm: Kowainyan (@silent-dragon​)
School Year: Second
Class: 2-E
Student no. 13 (A transfer student)
Occupation: Student
Helper of the Family's Inn
Part-time Delivery Boy
Official Sniper Inventor of the SIDC (Meaning: Supernaturals Investigation Department Center)
Club: Basketball Club
Best Subject: Social Media, Mental Artes, and Science
Dominant Hand: Ambidextrous (Mostly his left hand)
Favorite Color: Lavender, Pastel Blue, and Black
Favorite Food: Chao Fan Rice (From Lynette's Family Restaurant), White Glazed Donuts, Dark Chocolate Milkshake, Sushi (Various, but mostly Raw Fish), Chili Flavored Food (Mostly), Earl Grey Candy
Least Favorite Food: Burnt Food (Mostly), Steamed Shrimp, Sour Candies, Kiwi Juice, Too Salt-ness, Mushy Rice, and Thick Frosting (From Cakes),
Likes: Relaxing in whichever areas (Mostly but indoor locations), Making Sushi, Poetic Writing, Saying wise choices (Mostly), Training with Heavy Lifts, Asian Styled Writing, Listening to Wind Chime Music, Sleep (Mostly),
Dislikes: Chaos Shenanigans, Noisy Places (Mostly), Losing Sleep, Ruffled Clothes (Not folded), Grammer Mistakes, Too much sunlight (Of course, Heatstroke), Getting Annoyed at,
Hobbies: Self-care remedies, Training with Heavy Weights (Mostly), Asian Styled Writing (Mostly), Poetry (Mostly), Making Sushi, Napping, Reading Ancient Languages, Wise Choice Speaking (Mostly, but it might be confusing sometimes),
Talents: Transforming into his half-myth form, Ghost-sight Ability, Dark Magic, Solo Sleuth, Silent Third-eye, Shadow Blender, Shadow Hunter, Sleeping Ability,
Nicknames: Rion or Rio (From her family and friends)
Riyon-senpai or Gushiken-senpai (From the freshmen students and mostly for Lynn and her friends)
Mr. Gushiken (From the SIDC workers and trainers)
Rino (From Fursat and Freya)
Mr. Ro-Ro (From Kaytlinn - @kurov3sochouse)
Other Nicknames:
N/A
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Appearance and Personality
Appearance: Riyon has a semi-tall and slender male body figure, however underneath that slenderize figure is a muscular up-put underneath his clothes that he wears on a daily basis, eventually it isn't noticed every time. He has long pastel lilac-colored hair which he ultimately ties into a half-cut ponytail. He has crystal teal-colored eyes which can turn garnet red whenever he uses his half-myth abilities. Riyon has a calming aura demeanor though he tends to be poetic with his choices.
Appearance: Riyon was born as the oldest child and son in his family lineage, eventually his family runs one of the few relaxing inns within one of the high mountain-top skirts of Wintergreen Village, a popular location where tourists can relax during their stays in the solid cold lasting winter within the Island of Enchantment. During his childhood, he was eventually young to help his parents and workers despite his appearance as a child. Still, his nature had somewhat appreciated his family and workers during their busy days.
By the time his younger sister is born, he's often seen with his parents raising the infant but mostly watches her over. Apparently, as a child, he had tiny bits of a child role as the eldest but it slowly turned into a calm and slightly wise demeanor in the present.
Riyon's personality in the present eventually holds a personality of being the typical silent kid but when being interacted with one another, he then responds in a calmer tone, eventually sounding as if there isn't a slight emotion in there, eventually he seems to know how to read the mood often sometimes, especially when handling most of his half-myth companions' chaos tendencies.
Not much of his main personality breaks that much in his daily life just to remember, especially when chaos at whatever time or day is upfront. He's more fully the kind to see how things get going more than stopping it though, but there are days that he ended up being dragged along at whatever time but mostly it doesn't bother him much with his friends.
On his normal basis of interactions, it's whether he talks normally mostly however the description of advice talking, which mostly sounds poetic and calm and is mostly relaxing to hear, eventually he rarely raises his voice and whenever he talks often is loud and audible to be heard for others such as his co-workers to hear him. And eventually, he's sometimes supportive and often chilled out on a daily basis.
His main personality may not falter, however, his aura will change depending on his interaction without expressing it. However, as a ghost-myth, his aura eventually darkens depending on its mood and atmosphere within the room. He may now show it however many can feel for the fact that he's either pissed or in fact moody, but to not pressured it further or the last thing you'll witness and feel that it is the air running cold his presence in your last minute slumber.
Understanding and very poetic sometimes, but his friends might agree that he needs to express himself a bit more.
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Trivia
-The name 'Riyon' means in Indian origin, means an immense beauty of Heaven. While his surname 'Gushiken' means Often taken to mean "strong-willed" or "of firm determination".
-He's based on Hyakki-hime/Damona from the series (Both Yokai-Watch and Shadow Side).
-He is mostly neutral with his chosen dormitory and his dorm mates.
-Is often seen with his fellow ghost-myth or his co-workers around the campus but inside of the halls.
-He mostly stays indoors, especially on a hot summer day.
-He mostly practices his poetry but does it alone, and does not like being disturbed by anyone.
-Kaytlinn is often confused by his words of advice, it's either he translates it or Fursat does it for him.
-He and Fursat often meet up at libraries on a weekend basis.
-His younger sister often writes him letters to keep in touch with one another.
-Respects Manase as his rank captain within the SIDC, he's often seen with Jovanni or Hbiki at break work mostly.
-Rarely shouts however but can scream but not loudly.
-Can make sushi for snacks or lunch, he and Lynette make asian or rice food together at weekends.
-Was a victim in a heavy avalanche issue around the mountain on one snowy evening around midnight when he went outside. Had received a four-week hospitalization.
-Is often fond of anything Asian-related, but is most fond of different types of traditions such as its clothing or its history.
-His writings are mostly in Chinese or Japanese kanjis, beautiful and understand to read through.
-Is mostly a bird lover, has a pet hummingbird named 'Pilo', and is currently being watched over by his parents and his younger sister.
-His voice sounds calm and relaxed however the tone darkens whenever he's in a bad mood. Which is why I chose Kengo Kawanishi to be his voice actor.
-Knows how to wear a yukata.
-Can do a silent reading for a minute and understand the meaning behind its poetry.
-Can carry tons of weights, surprise that he has good upper strength on both legs and feet to keep his balance firmly.
-Often naps whenever he loss some amount of sleep.
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