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melrodrigo · 11 months

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Tardy, part 4

Tara Carpenter x Fem!Reader

Summary: You take Tara on the long awaited first date, how will it go?

Warnings: Suggestive themes, so much fluff you might throw up, teeny bit of angst

Word Count: 2.5k

A/N: This is purely a filler chapter because R and Tara deserve a break, here’s some fluffy shit. I’m not really sure how I feel about it, but as always; thank you for the love!

In the end, it doesn’t take you that long to plan the date.

It might be because you’ve been dreaming about this moment for months, or it’s just that easy being with Tara.

There was a famous festival happening soon, and you’ve always wanted to take a girl there. Do all the cliche things, win her a bear; ride the Ferris wheel; make out in a secluded alleyway.

“So where are we going?” Tara muses as she sidles close to you.

You raise an eyebrow at her, “That desperate already?”

She rolls her eyes, “I think we established that already.”

“What are you two lovebirds whispering about?” Mindy asks from the couch. Sam’s eyes immediately narrow.

Please don’t mess this up for me, Mindy.

“Oh nothing, just talking about how hot YN looks today,” Tara answers quickly, smirking as you turn red.

Sam grimaces at her statement, mumbling something not-so-nice under her breath.

Chad’s also been particularly gloomy today, after overhearing a conversation between Mindy and Tara about your date.

He’s shut off every attempt Tara’s made at small talk, shooing her off with a not-so-subtle glare.

You can see it in her stance, her shoulders somewhat sagged; she’s burdened by it.

You wait until Tara leaves (gets forced) by Sam to go for a grocery trip.

Sam claims it’s for “sister bonding time”, all the while Tara is screaming and crying trying to get out of her sister’s grip.

You manage to calm her down by pressing a kiss to Tara’s forehead and whispering that she should go. She pouts but hesitantly leaves.

As soon as the door closes, you turn and make your way to Chad in the living room. Mindy gets up, shooting you a look before leaving you guys alone.

You sit beside Chad on the couch, feet bouncing; eyes staring at the ceiling.

He’s silent; too silent for your liking.

A few minutes pass before you think that maybe you should bail, you didn’t have to do this right now.

“Did you have to mess everything up?” He finally speaks, voice hot.

You roll your eyes, of course, he was going to be dramatic.

“Tara picked me. Respect her opinion bro.” You say, malice laced with the last word.

He doesn’t budge, ”She would’ve picked me if you didn’t swoop in. I was this close.”

He makes a gesture with his hands, pinching them together. You feel the anger rising in you steadily.

But for the sake of Tara, and peace altogether; you don’t make a scene.

“The heart wants what it wants, I’m sorry.” You whisper.

Chad groans, but you can tell he softens up a bit; body language opening up.

He hesitates before speaking again.

“I’m- I’m sorry, really. I didn’t mean to fall for Tara. I just couldn’t help it, you know?”

He looks like he’s fighting tears. You can’t help but feel bad; he was just a lovesick boy.

You sigh and pat his back gently.

“I know,” You murmur, “And I get it, truly I do. But Tara’s made up her mind, and I’ve certainly made up my mind; so stop acting like a man-child and be a good friend. She’s going through a hard time right now.”

Your words linger in the air before Chad breathes out heavily.

“You’re…you’re right. I hate to admit it but you’re right.” He says it like he’s just realizing it now himself.

“I’m sorry too, I know it’s hard to see happen right in front of you..” You trail off, reminiscing on a certain someone from your past. You snap out of it when Chad speaks again.

“I won’t be a jerk to Tara, I promise. Can’t guarantee I won’t be a little snappy to you though.”

You breathe out in relief, nodding and sticking your hand out to him.

“That’s fair.” Is what you say, and he takes you in a firm handshake. Laughs a little bit.

“I can’t believe Tara likes a dork like you.” He says, gesturing to your hand with a nod of his head.

You chuckle slightly.

“I can’t either.”

The butterflies are fluttering so wildly in your stomach at this point you think they might just force their way up and out your mouth.

It’s the date.

You fidget with your fingers, sitting on the couch waiting for Tara to come out. You check the time on your wristwatch, you guys have to move soon if you want to fit all the activity plans you’ve set up.

“Tar? You done?” Your voice cracks a little, and you’re extremely grateful Tara can’t see your face right now.

You cough to hide it.

“Wait! I’ll be done in five.” She yells. You would believe her if it wasn’t the millionth time she’s said it in the past hour.

“Yeah, five hours.” You mumble.

“Shut up!“

Your ears perk up, blushing in embarrassment that she heard you.

You sit obediently until Tara opens the door, dressed in black overalls with a white t-shirt inside.

It’s not much, but it’s not like you have to do much when you look like that.

Your breath catches in your throat, and you feel your heartbeat race impossibly faster.

“You done? Or are you just going to keep gawking at me til I make you move?”

God, she was annoying.

You shake your head, snapping out your love-filled daze. “Yeah yeah, let’s go superstar.”

The drive there calms you down a bit. The minute you got into your car Tara had taken hold of the AUX, happily DJ-ing for the trip.

You’re quite the music freak, but you didn’t mind her controlling it this one time.

You knew it was worth it when you watched her scroll through her playlist, eyebrows furrowed; a slight frown on her face in concentration.

God, she was adorable.

You blink, surprised by your own thoughts. Jesus, this was worse than you thought. This girl had you saying shit like that?

Tara finally stops scrolling and presses one triumphantly. Glue song by Beabadobee and Clairo starts playing.

It’s a cute song, and it relaxes your nerves and helps you loosen up.

By the time you’re there, you feel normal; good even. It’s just another day with Tara, comfortable, and loving.

It’s hard not to smile like an idiot, taking her hand in yours and dragging her over to the carnival opening.

It’s amazing. The lights, the endless games, the mouthwatering food.

You stand agape, unsure of where to go first. Thankfully, it looks like Tara’s in the same boat.

Her eyes lock in on something and she gasps.

“There! There’s a haunted house over there, let’s go!” She’s like a child with the excitement that radiates off her.

You raise an eyebrow.

“We just got attacked by Ghostface and you want to go into a haunted house?”

She shrugs, disregarding your statement.

“Doesn’t matter, I love haunted houses.”

Hm. That’s kind of psychotic. You decide it’s sort of hot.

You nod, and Tara brightens up; practically dragging you over in a hurry.

“Two tickets please.” You tell the teenager working the booth; who looks like they would rather be doing anything but this.

She hands you the tickets and you and Tara stand hand in hand, waiting in front of the big house.

“You scared?” Tara smirks, eyeing your nervous mannerisms.

“In your dreams.” You return.

Turns out, you might’ve really been in Tara’s dreams because that was one hell of a haunted house. You’re pretty sure you almost shit yourself at some point.

It’s not so bad when you remember how Tara would flinch and retract back into you though.

It’s pathetic how a single touch could turn scary into euphoric.

You guys scour the whole carnival after that, giggling as you bump tiny cars with each other, ride all the rollercoasters; well, all the rollercoasters that allowed a 5’0 person to be on.

Tara pulls you into a tent, lights dimmed and kisses you like her life depends on it. Hands grabbing at your face, a soft groan leaves her lips as you bite down on her bottom lip.

You briefly feel sand beneath your feet, and you don’t pay much mind to it; until the sound of big theater lights turns on and shines into your eyes. You and Tara practically jump away from each other, startled.

You’re met with the sight of children and adults alike; staring straight at you. They’re sitting on connecting chairs, mouths wide open.

You look around for the first time and notice the humongous red ball, the striped hoops, and the elephant hiding behind the back curtain.

Oh.

You speak fast before you can make it much worse.

“Sorry ‘bout that folks, consider it a little preshow!” You bow, and quickly take Tara’s hand, running out of the tent and into the carnival again.

Tara’s giggling so hard that she has to stop and catch her breath.

“Oh my god, I’m going to cry.” She manages to squeak out as she puts a hand over her stomach to calm down.

The rest of the night is spent in bliss, the food is amazing, and the lights reflecting on her face makes her somehow more beautiful.

You manage to win her a little teddy bear, and she beams as she pulls it into her side. She doesn’t let go of the bear for the rest of the night.

When you guys get back to the apartment, climbing in by the window to avoid Sam; Tara’s still giggling slightly.

You pull her forward and wrap her in your arms. It isn’t a very “first date” move, but the beer you had at the carnival must be making you extra confident.

“How was that for a first date?” You muse, brushing your nose against hers.

Tara looks flushed as she answers.

“It was good.” She says, voice high. It only helps your confidence boost higher.

“Would you want to go on another one?” You whisper, eyes flitting down to her lips and back to her other eye.

Triangle method, gotcha.

Tara leans impossibly closer, centimeters away from your lips.

She’s breathing heavily, and it takes everything in you not to kiss her. You want to make sure she wants it; you’ll let her take her time.

“I definitely would. Are you gonna ask me to be your girlfriend?”

Her words take you by surprise, eyebrows raising.

“Bold,” You murmur. “But yes, Tara, will you be my girlfriend?”

She nods, but it’s barely visible because she’s so close to you. It’s getting harder by the second to not just take her face in your hands and kiss her until she can’t breathe.

“Absolutely.” And she closes the gap between you two, kissing you softly; with emotion, with passion.

You sigh a little at the kiss. Who knew Tara Carpenter was such a romantic?

It turns heated fast, and you guys don’t stop, not even when you hear the front door open and the sound of Sam’s voice ringing.

It’s not until Sam actually opens the door to Tara’s bedroom that you break away and try to turn your face.

The look on her face is mixed with disgust and that lingering suspicion she always has when she sees you.

You can’t stare very long though, because Tara’s already pulling your face back; desperate to keep your attention and taking you in a searing kiss.

You hear Sam scoff, but it sounds a million miles away.

“Go away, Sam,” Tara says against your lips, and you can’t help but smile at her daring attitude.

Surprisingly, Sam does. Walking to her room with a sigh, probably knowing that if she started an argument she would lose.

Tara doesn’t waste any time pushing you down on her bed, straddling your waist; lips still fused together.

She grinds on you just slightly as she lets out a huff.

“You’re in for one long night.”

Tara’s a little wobbly the next day, and you’re shining; proud glint in your eyes.

You both look like crackheads, smiling bright; and you can tell it bugs Sam by the way she leaves the room when you enter.

When Tara walks over and sits directly in your lap, it seems to send Sam over the edge because she stands abruptly; announcing to everyone that she’s leaving to go to the station.

“The police station? Why are you going there?” You ask, cocking your head to the side.

Sam grabs her phone and wallet as she answers, “Detective Bailey called. He says he wants to meet me. Talk about something with Ghostface.”

Tara perks up in your lap, “Ghostface? Does he have leads?”

Sam shrugs and continues making her way through the hallway and out the front door.

Tara turns to you and gives you a quick peck. She doesn’t have to say anything, you understand her perfectly. She’s going to go with Sam.

You nod in understanding, letting go of your hands around her waist.

There’s not much to do when Tara’s gone, so you decide to go take a quick shower. Trying to make breakfast was a disaster, and there might’ve been a couple of flour stains and egg yolk on you.

It’s nice, peaceful. You feel like you’re on cloud 9, yesterday and today was like a dream.

The illusion shatters when you step out of the shower and find 3 missed calls from Tara. Worry immediately pangs in you.

You hurriedly click into her contact and press the dial button. It’s cut off immediately.

“Shit.” You mumble, wrapping a towel around yourself and rushing out of the bathroom.

You get dressed in record time, don’t explain to the rest of the gang where you’re going; curious eyes on you.

The trip to the station is a short one, well it’s short because you’re literally speeding there; hands gripping the steering wheel so tight your knuckles turn white.

You practically burst through the doors, startling the hoard of officers sitting down.

You stop, hold a hand up; and catch your breath for a second.

“Where’s…where’s Detective Bailey?”

A worried-looking front desk officer is the one who answers you. Leads you to the interrogation, makes you wait in front of it.

You fiddle with your thumbs, head low as you wait in front of the tiny room. They take 10 more minutes, but it feels like hours to you.

When the door opens, you leap out of your seat and take Tara in a bear hug.

“I’m so sorry I didn’t answer, I was in the shower.” You mumble into her hair, and you’re so caught up with being rejoiced she’s alive that you don’t notice that she doesn’t hug you back.

She pulls away, and swerves your attempt at kissing her, turning her head so your lips only brush her cheeks.

Sam looks at you; angry energy radiating off her body.

You suddenly feel weird, like the atmosphere has shifted.

You frown and peer down at Tara’s face. Her lips are pressed into a thin line, tight expression.

“Tara?”

“Let’s just go home. I’m not going to do this here.” She says.

Your brows furrow. “Do what?”

She doesn’t answer, but she does let you entwine your pinky fingers as you walk out, and you rejoice a little.

The walk to their apartment is silent, only interrupted by a couple of jabs from Sam at you.

It isn’t until you enter Tara’s room; door closed that she turns on you, with an expression you don’t recognize.

“Why did they find your DNA at the crime scene?”

#tardy #tara carpenter #tara carpenter x reader #jenna ortega x reader #scream vi #jenna ortega #wednesday addams x reader #vada cavell x reader

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7-wonders · 1 year

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for your morpheus asks how do you think he would act with little kids ( sorry if this is not much to go off of ) maybe an x reader where reader has a little kid?

Fatherhood

Dream of the Endless/Morpheus x reader

God this is so sweet! Also I randomly picked a name that I like, but you can always fill in your own!

Dating an Endless was supposed to be hard. And to be sure, there are moments that make you wonder what the hell you’re doing. But the difficulties of dating Dream of the Endless have absolutely nothing on the difficulties of being a single parent

You had had Caroline young, and since young relationships that exist mainly due to passion end up fizzling out, you were now raising her alone

You don’t regret it though, because said relationship brought you the most important person in your life

Unfortunately, since most people don’t find single parents of young children to be a turn-on, you had naturally resigned yourself to not dating until your daughter was much older

But then you had met Dream, thanks to Caroline’s “Auntie Jo” (aka your best friend Johanna Constantine) having so nicely roped you into finding a bag of magical sand via divination

(You didn’t particularly like using magic anymore, especially considering that children and spells don’t mix, but Johanna seeking your help against troublesome fae was how you became friends in the first place. If Jo needs your help, you’re going to give it to her)

Honestly it still surprises you just how fast you fell for Dream, and he for you, which is why you were dreading the conversation you were going to have to have with him and his subsequent refusal to ever see you again

Much to your surprise though, Dream takes the news of you having a four-year-old really well

He seems a little melancholy at first (you learn later that he was thinking of his own son whom he tragically lost), but was quick to assure you that the news changed nothing and that he would enjoy meeting her, if you were comfortable with such a thing

If you thought you couldn’t fall in love with him more, that was before seeing him with your daughter

He’s…antisocial, in most situations, so to see him so at ease and willing to smile and indulge Caroline’s every whim is to see a side of him that he holds extremely private

Caroline is obsessed with Dream (or “Dweam” as she calls him, still tripping on her r’s)

The first time they met, you were concerned how Caroline would react

After all, a tall, brooding man in all black isn’t exactly friendly-looking

But there must be some part of kids that just know that he’s the Prince of Stories and King of Dreams, because she simply grinned at him and asked him his “birdie’s” name

From that moment on Caroline has Dream wrapped around her finger, not that Dream’s complaining

He always carries her on his shoulders when he comes with you on outings in the Waking, her little hands finding a home snugly in his wild hair to keep her balanced

Will gladly listen to her explain the artistic decisions behind her newest crayon scribbles, and also helps her create new masterpieces

You’ve had to tell Caroline that just because Dream lets her put unicorn and rainbow stickers on him, that doesn’t mean she should do it

(Though seeing him with a glittery sticker stuck to his cheek did give you a good laugh, much to a scowling Dream’s chagrin)

Dream loves telling stories, naturally, and has gotten into the habit of taking over telling Caroline bedtime stories

Using his sand, he’ll form dreamscapes in the palm of his hand to illustrate the colorful tales he tells her; tales of knights and princesses, quests and treasure

You usually end up just as enraptured as your daughter

Though you’ve been trying to walk that thin line of encouraging Dream and Caroline’s relationship while simultaneously making sure that she knows Dream is not her dad, it was only a matter of time until that failed

It’s almost a year after you had first introduced Dream to your little family unit; it was late afternoon and you were simultaneously on the phone putting out a work fire and attempting to put laundry away

Caroline had already called for you twice while you went around the house, but you had held up a finger and whispered to her, “One second!”

Obviously, that’s too long for a four-year-old to wait

Dream’s used to arriving in the middle of “controlled chaos,” as you call it, so he’s not too surprised to see Caroline with a banana in her hand as she practically chases you around the house

When she sees that Dream’s here, she screeches to a stop

“Daddy?” Caroline asks, and Dream wonders who she’s talking to

She huffs and stomps her foot. “Daddy!”

Dream then realizes that she’s talking to him

When he looks down at Caroline, she simply holds out the banana expectantly

“Open?”

He’s in such shock that he reverts back to the parental instincts that, once gained, can never truly be lost, and asks, “What do we say?”

“Open please”

He does so wordlessly, mind running overtime to try and make sense of this

Eventually when he does, he swoops her up into his arms and buries his face in her hair, much to her giggling protests

(And if he sheds a couple of tears? Who’s to know?)

You finally finish what you were doing and enter the living room

“Sorry that took so long, baby. What did you need?” you ask

Caroline smiles. “It’s okay, Daddy opened my banana for me!”

You’re about to gently remind her not to talk with food in her mouth when you realize what she said and stare at Dream, who simply smiles back at you

“Did you say thank you?” She nods, and you idly rub a hand on her back. “Good.”

Neither you nor Dream want to make her think that she did something wrong, so you have no choice but to continue with your evening

Later, when you and Dream are alone, you say, “I’m sorry if what Caroline said made you uncomfortable. I can talk to her about it later and explain it again.”

“There’s nothing for you to apologize for.”

You look unsure, but he can see the hope that you’re trying to keep hidden. “You’re…okay with it?”

“I hold many titles, but ‘father’ has always been one of my favorites. To have the opportunity to be a father again, especially to a child as exceptional as Caroline, would be the greatest honor. As long as you approve, of course.”

You grin, one of his favorite sights, and nod. “Of course I approve.”

Now it’s your turn to be swept up into Dream’s arms (he’s found that he’s doing a lot more of that lately—hugging), and you laugh much as your daughter did earlier

Dream can count on his two hands the number of times that he’s been this happy in his long, long life, and he makes a silent vow to both you and Caroline (his daughter, he thinks fondly, still in disbelief) that he will learn from his past mistakes

Caroline will never find herself doubting her father’s love, he swears

A promise that he’s sure to uphold most solemnly

#chat with claire #dream of the endless x reader #dream of the endless imagine #dream of the endless #morpheus x reader #morpheus imagine #morpheus #the sandman imagine #the sandman

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louisandjade · 8 months

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spuffy fic rec, pt.1

figured all the time i spend scouring EF and ao3 might be useful to someone!

part 1 - part 2 - part 3

Scooby Crew, Where Are You? by Twinkles [9k]

In a not comics-compliant post-series universe where spuffy have been reunited and everyone else is drifting apart, chaos drops by for a visit. Or a nefarious scheme. I guess we'll find out XD

To Apprehend Air by Quinara [19k]

Two days after LMPTM, Spike's soul is stolen. But that's OK; they can get it back, right? Simple. How hard is it to hop dimensions, anyway? Or storm a castle…

Wild and Wonderful by solstice [23k]

Dawn is nine and three quarters. She is resilient, strange and sharp as a tack. She's a credit to her big sis. But she's just been kidnapped by one of the most notorious vamps of all time - Drusilla. Things look bad. Enter Spike, her very unlikely hero. Spike's relationship with Drusilla has been on the rocks since the Acathala debacle and the morsel in the crate is her double-edged gift to him: a chance to make things right, and a chance to be really bad. Kill the girl and make it hurt. But for some reason he. just. can't. Instead, he tosses the niblet into the trunk of his Desoto and hits the road, leaving his one hundred year relationship in tatters, and grinding his reputation into the dust. Buckle your seat belts nice and tight. We're in for a bumpy ride.

World Enough, and Time by toooldforthis [23k]

“You came back wrong,” he told her, all those years ago. He was right, but it took them a very long time to realise exactly what that meant. It meant a hundred more apocalypses, a thousand battles. It meant a journey, a prophecy, a war. They’d lose one other, and find their way back, and choose, again and again. And all the while, the earth was failing. There are a lot more people than you think who are here for the long haul – like, the really long haul. This is a story about two of them.

Once You Eliminate the Impossible by yellowb [30k]

Icelandic noir. Inspector Summers of the Reykjavik police force has finally got her big chance: she’s in charge of a murder case.

sometimes enough by taxicab12 [35k]

“Tell me everything,” Willow said, not sounding particularly like she’d been asleep. “Are his friends cool?” Buffy blinked. “Some of them. There was this one British guy—” “Ooh, accents, hot.” “—who wouldn’t stop staring at my boobs,” she finished. “Ew, men, gross.” “Spike,” Buffy said with a scoff. “What kind of name is that?” Or, Buffy falls in love and in love and in love. For some reason, life keeps happening anyway

ever waiting airports (full of the love that you deserve) by womanaction [41k]

Buffy catches up with Riley's helicopter, solving one problem and introducing a host of others. How is she supposed to rebuild their crumbling relationship in the face of an angry hellgod out for blood, an emotional teenage sister who spent millennia as a glowing ball of energy, and a weirdly helpful vampire? Season 5 rewrite from "Into the Woods" on.

GTFO by Girlytek [54k]

Spike doesn’t take the extra hundred bucks to be the decoy. Ethan doesn’t hang around to gloat. With the Initiative on their tail (just a little one), and Ethan needing a good being killed, Spike and Fyarl-Giles get out of town. There’s nothing like a road trip to put your demons in perspective.

Care by Sigyn [72k]

While under her Will Be Done spell, Willow just happened to say “I don’t care about anything,” and as a result, wanders blithely off as a vengeance demon. Spike and Buffy are left to protect a threatened Xander and a blind Giles while under the effect of a powerful love charm. But all is not happy in paradise – they’re still constantly fighting, and Angel is determined to end the spell they’re under. In a desperate attempt to collect the tattered remains of all their lives, ex-watcher Wesley Windham-Pryce is called in to try and play marriage counselor between the vampire and the slayer.

The Soul Lies Down by the_moonmoth [73k]

"As a child, I used to dream of a man in black and white, spinning in the desert like a dervish, sword flashing in the moonlight as he danced with death." Dawn travels back in time to save the vampire who saved her life. It's not purely out of sentiment, though -- the fate of the world is at stake (again) and somehow Spike is at the center of events. If only he can stay on the right side of Buffy. A sequel to Angearia's "Fin Amour".

Summer’s Lease by Iamblichus [86k]

Buffy thought it would be just another night of slaying lame-ass campus vampires, but one green demon, some unexpected help from Spike, and a spurt of fluorescent blood later, she finds that her world has acquired a novel complication.

Indigo Overture by Rikki_oko [119k]

Spike's just a drummer, content to live in lead singer Angel's shadow. But when a certain blonde strolls in on Angel's arm, will Spike be content to take the backseat forever? Loosely based on the eighties song, Jesse's Girl.

#there’s a bit of everything in there #obviously catered to my taste but hopefully some people agree!#i’m gonna try and include more lesser known writers in the next one #spuffy #spike x buffy #buffy x spike #spuffy fic #spuffy fic rec #spuffy fic recs #spuffy ficrec #spuffy ficrecs #mine

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intrstellarhearts · 2 years

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✰ the dead poets society ice skating headcanons!

a/n: i tried to find the least heartbreaking "dead poets society winter" image, so PLEASE DON'T BE SAD EVERYONE! THEY'RE ALL OK IN THIS HEADCANON SET I PROMISE :)

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the idea came to neil in a dream.

swirling snow had cleared to show a frozen lake... THE lake he often spent his time at when it was nice outside, and he just knew.

he had to get the dead poet's society to go ice skating.

it would be tough; he wasn't completely sure how he would even get ice skates. and yet, neil perry was determined that this was what needed to happen.

it was a whole operation too!

meeks and pitts were the perfect men for the job of securing the ice skates.

the two of them were so in tune with each other that they could get in & get out of the storage closet near the gym.

plus pitts has really long arms (at least in my opinion) so he could reach in and grab the skates if they were in a super tight spot.

they were able to get in, take seven pairs of skates, and run out with no consequences.

mission one accomplished.

then there was the issue of figuring out if the lake was actually frozen or not.

though cameron said it was dangerous numerous times, he was dragged outside anyway to watch what was to unfold.

it was on this particularly frigid day that one charlie dalton put on his swim trunks and goggles underneath his heavy winter coat and ventured out onto the lake to see if it could hold his weight.

knox was supposedly ready to retrieve charlie if he fell, but that little shrimp probably couldn't even lift an apple off the ground.

oops

anyways, cameron was ACTUALLY ready, despite him also being less than ripped.

but hey, it's the thought that counts.

lucky for our favorite boys, charlie didn't fall though the ice that day.

in fact, even when he slipped and fell onto the lake, the thick layer didn't so much as crack.

i think we can all visualize neil perry's woops and smile when he realized his plan was actually going to work.

after dinner that night, when the stars were just beginning to show themselves, a small yet steady bit of snow began to fall from the sky.

welton was so peaceful in the winter.

and that peace was interrupted by seven excitable boys jumping around and throwing snowballs at each other.

choruses of laughter followed by shushing repeated numerous times through the long walk to the lake.

they're all bundled up, hats and gloves illuminating red cheeks & noses.

but there is a sort of spotlight on our hero, todd anderson, who has chosen to wear not one, not two, not three, not four (bear with me here), not five, not six, but SEVEN layers of clothing.

there are two pairs of pants, an undershirt, two long sleeve shirts, a sweatshirt, and a jacket.

neil has to keep his arm around him, for he literally can't see where he's going.

charlie keeps running around behind him and smacking the back of his jacket as hard as he can; and todd can't feel a thing.

at least he's warm!

skating proves to be a bit of a challenge. it's not like an ice rink where you can hold on to the side walls.

they have to hold on to each other.

what's this? ah yes. stephen meeks and gerard pitts are strangely very talented at skating, and have already moved quite far from the others, who are having an... interesting time.

cameron is quite a good skater as well, though he occasionally stops with his hands out, moments from a faceplant.

charlie dalton skates like a penguin walks; unsteadily, yet it somehow works. he attempts to spin, and in a cruel twist from the icy winds, falls and slides a few feet before sticking his gloved hand up in a "thumbs up" gesture.

knox overstreet is trying to be elegant, and yet looks more like he is walking, jerkily trying to navigate the slippery surface.

and here is neil perry, our mastermind of this whole trip, trying to convince todd anderson to step onto the ice.

it's not that todd doesn't want to skate. of COURSE he does. he knows that neil wanted nothing more than to do this, and he wouldn't want to ruin it.

but for some reason, he just can't seem to get up the nerve to skate.

he is ambushed quickly by a fleeting memory of his brother jeffrey, gliding across the ice when they were both much younger. he thinks of how he wanted so badly to be like him.

and so, with neil perry's hand in his, todd anderson's skate makes contact with the ice.

it takes a moment, (it always does), and yet he knows that his friends are by his side, ready to catch him.

he looks over to see neil perry's ecstatic face, that smile brightening the darkness of the night. he then sees it change, neil's mouth is an "o" shape as he fumbles to reach for todd, but neil is too late, and he is falling.

but funnily enough, instead of the yelp he expected, he finds himself laughing.

his body lands on the ice, but his head in the snow. crisis averted.

and as he lifts himself, clinging to neil for support, our hero realizes he's not afraid of falling anymore.

#dead poets society headcanons #dead poets headcanons #dps headcanons #dps #dead poets society #dead poets #richard cameron #todd anderson #neil perry #stephen meeks #a lil anderperry wink wink ofc #charlie dalton #gerard pitts #i love the dps with all my heart #they are silly little winter goofballs

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differenteagletragedy · 7 months

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Teen angst Cove :(

Takes place in Step 3, at the end of the Drinks moment in Baxter's DLC. You just went to see the play with Mr. Monochrome then invited him in your house to talk to him about his feelings, but little did you know your bestie was having some big feelings of his own across the street.

Cove had always been blunt with his words. Especially when he was younger, he'd say whatever came to mind -- not with the intent of hurting others, but that's what happened sometimes. He'd gotten a little more sensitive as he got older, more able to distinguish what he should express and what would be better left unsaid.

That was what haunted him most though -- the things he'd chosen to keep to himself.

He thought about that as he peered out the window in his living room, watching you with Baxter

He hadn't meant to spy on you, at least not at first. He got home late, having closed up at the restaurant, and wanted to see you after a particularly draining shift. He'd quickly changed his clothes and then did a quick peep to see if your light was still on.

Instead, he saw Baxter's car pull up into his spot next door. When he saw you both get out, dressed to the nines, his curiosity got the better of him. Not enough to actually want to go outside and talk to Baxter, but enough to keep watching.

Cove expected to be able to go over after you were done, using his preferred window method. Instead, he watched the two of you talking in the street between your houses. Trying to figure out what you were talking about that made you look so serious, he quickly stopped when he saw you lead him to your front door and lead him inside.

There was nothing else to see at his lonely spot by the window.

Cove liked you. Like really, deeply, achingly liked you. Sometimes he thought about whether it might be love, but he wasn't sure if he could go that far without, you know, you actually knowing about his feelings.

As he walked back to his room, utterly defeated and trying desperately not to think about why you'd be taking the weirdo neighbor inside your house this late at night, he had an inkling it might be love after all.

It wasn't that he didn't know about you and Baxter -- he definitely did. He'd listen to you gush about how the cute boy you'd danced with five years ago randomly popped back into your life and asked to be your "suitor for a season," like it was the most romantic, charming thing in the world and not a way-too-forward move from a pushy creep who would disappear in a couple of months.

Seeing you that happy was nice, if he didn't think too hard about the reason, and in his more rational moments, Cove could accept that maybe jealousy was tinging his feelings about Baxter a bit.

But underneath all of it -- the jealousy, the confusion -- the worst of it was the regret.

Cove knew you were special for years -- most of his life at this point, even. He knew it when you popped up all those years ago on the poppy hill when he was sure his young life was falling apart. You helped put him back together, and as time went by, as he got to know you and share experiences with you, that knowledge only solidified. You were everything to him. Important enough that he'd never been able to risk changing things between you by telling you that he'd also really like to kiss you sometimes.

He'd tried to stifle that part of his feelings for you for a while now. Sometimes he looked at your lips a little too long while you were talking, and sometimes at the beach he'd let himself stare at you in your swimsuit while you weren't paying attention. Then there were the dreams, which were exhilarating but shameful -- when they happened, he was at least able to comfort himself a little by reminding himself that he couldn't control what his body did when he was asleep.

The words had almost come out a few times -- when you'd gone on the RV trip with your families and he'd gotten up the courage to ask you about what you like on another person. After he told you about his affinity for anklets, you wore one every once in a while, just to tease him, he was sure. Still, he thought about telling you then, just in case there was a chance you were trying to send him a message, but the thought of him ruining your friendship with an unreciprocated crush was enough to make him bite his tongue.

But none of that mattered now. You were enamored with Baxter, and he was feeding his fish, preparing for a night alone.

#olba #olba cove #olba baxter #olba mc #cove holden #our life beginnings and always #baxter ward #baxter x mc #cove our life

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so-i-grudgingly-joined-this-site · 9 months

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Dream doesn't seem to have any good qualities at all unlike his siblings. He doesn't care about people, he's cruel, ruthless and selfish. He blames others for his problems and he doesn't care about those that live in the Dreaming.

Did... Did Desire send this in? 😂 Okay, I'll try and tackle this in three parts: 1) How does he compare in "good qualities" to the other Endless, 2) when does he actually show any good qualities, and 3) addressing the blaming others/lack of care for his subjects.

Note that there are some later-comics spoilers ahead, since I had to pull some examples from there. I have no idea how far you are in the story, so I couldn't limit examples to a specific non-spoiler time frame.

So, to address point #1, it kind of seems like the Endless in general lack a lot of redeeming qualities.

Destiny and Death are truly neutral in everything. Death gets good PR, basically, because she's friendly, but she's still ultimately neutral. Honestly even her friendliness gives me "really good at customer service" vibes rather than feeling like a sign that she'd actually be friendly or nice to anyone in particular.

Desire doesn't do anything especially heroic that we see; the best they do is giving Tiffany their coat when she escapes the burning strip club in Brief Lives. They do save Dream via Alianora in Overture, but even then it's with a nasty caveat. In addition, Desire's the one behind all the Walker family's supernatural problems. Heck, Desire only had the newer generations of Walkers so they could selfishly use them in their plans against Dream. In comics canon they're also a rapist.

Destruction's whole deal is running away from every problem--which indeed comes across as sensible compared to his siblings. He mostly just likes being left alone with his cooking and bad art. But, he has no qualms whatsoever about killing innocents in order to keep running away.

Despair... we don't really get to see her do much so I think she falls under the "neutral" category too.

Delirium is too out of it to really do much intentionally, and what we *do* see her do intentionally is reckless driving and giving an eternal spiders hallucination-curse to the traffic cop who tries to stop her. Her irrational determination to see her brother continues even after it's clear it's actively causing people to get hurt. She doesn't seem to care about people for sure.

So, like. This entire family sucks. I'm not sure I'd say Dream is particularly worse, we just happen to see more of his issues because he's the main character.

Okay, now on to point #2. He does indeed care about others, on occasion, and also has unambiguously heroic moments.

In terms of "caring about others", he's the one who tries to call off the road trip in Brief Lives when he realizes that Destruction's alarms are killing people (although he doesn't find out Destruction is behind the deaths until Death forces him to continue the road trip for Delirium's sake). He seems highly disturbed by Ruby's death in particular, which is part of why I was so peeved at The Sandman Companion giving HIM the blame for it.

He's also canonically good with children; it's just adults he's terrible with. He's nice to the girl on the plane in Brief Lives, he entertains a group of children on a dream-adventure when we see him going about his duties in The Kindly Ones, and Calliope notes in The Wake that his issues with Orpheus apparently didn't start until Orpheus grew up. In Overture he's also kind and protective toward the alien girl Hope.

As for "heroic" moments... okay, I really had to think for some of these, but they ARE there.

Rescuing Calliope is probably the most unquestionably "heroic" situation he's in, since he was not the cause of the situation in the first place, and also has nothing to gain by helping. But he does help her, nonetheless.

Also, he takes hundreds of serial killers off the streets by stripping them of their beliefs at the Cereal Convention. It's hard to say that wasn't a positive move. Plus, one of the reasons he dislikes The Corinthian could be that Cori was causing so much harm to people in the first place.

Even before his big fishbowl time-out, Dream tells off Hob for participating in the slave trade and disapproves of slavery. (I'm going to ignore what The Sandman Companion says about that here...)

He helps Marco Polo out of the Soft Places desert, even though he himself had just barely escaped the fishbowl and wasn't sure if he had enough power to save both himself and Marco.

In my favorite issue ever, Fear of Falling, he gives Todd the advice he needs to get over his crippling fears in both the real world and the dream world.

Also, his treatment Nuala is a good indication that he's not the worst. Nuala gets gifted to him as a slave, to do "whatever he pleases" with... and his first instinct would be to reject such a gift entirely, but since he is bound by the fae's customs to accept any gift, he just basically lets her live in his castle rent-free. She takes up cleaning so she has something to do; he didn't even ask her to do that! His only demand is that she not use her glamour. If he were truly as cruel and uncaring about consent as some analyses (including parts of The Sandman Companion) would have you believe, it's doubtful that he'd treat an intended sex slave that way.

(Of course, if I were being uncharitable, I could point out that non-glamour Nuala is not conventionally attractive, and it could be something about him only being able to respect a woman if she's not sexually attractive to him... but I'm *trying* to be charitable to Morpheus here, for once)

And now for #3: Not caring about the Dreaming residents and blaming others for everything.

Admittedly, in the comics it is harder to tell specific instances about caring for the Dreaming residents, but there are a few. A big one is that he granted Lucien's wish to become a librarian rather than staying as a raven. Another is Abel's story about how he came to live in the Dreaming; Dream offered it to him as a gift, and when he was lonely he also brought Cain and gave Cain a house as a gift toward Abel.

I've been trying to keep this to the comics-universe for consistency's sake, but the show-universe definitely gives way more examples about him caring about his subjects. He gives Goldie to Cain and Abel to replace their gargoyle he had to absorb, he clearly cares about Jessamy and cries over her death, and he seems more upset about his subjects abandoning the realm as a personal abandonment instead of just a "they're my citizens so they should stay here" type deal. Of course, he also granted Lucienne her wish to become a librarian here as well.

And as for blaming others for everything... whew. That's a big one. Because even though he may have done that on some significant occasions (Nada being the biggest one that we see), ultimately, he ends up blaming HIMSELF for everything to an unreasonable degree. I actually won't discuss further examples on this one because it would be massive ending spoilers, but yeah, suffice it to say he overcorrects on that front.

So yes, for Morpheus, I think I'd paraphrase a line from Guardians of the Galaxy (2014) that I think describes him well: He's an asshole, but not 100% a dick.

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sulky-valkyrie · 7 months

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Hawke twins- cryptophasia / twin speak (a language only they understand). Perhaps a bittersweet memory of the survivor

Happy Friday, Tea! I actually restarted this 2 or 3 times until And Idea hit me like a truck, and I'm kinda playing around with what cryptophasia could mean in a world with magic, but I hope you enjoy it anyway <3 for @dadrunkwriting

Carver woke up from the worst dreams he’d had since the archdemon died, and with a terrible headache. He sat up with a groan and pressed the heel of his hand against his temple.

“You look like you’ve been carousing with hurlocks all night,” Stroud said.

He snorted and grabbed his waterskin to splash a bit on his face. “Give me some credit, at least I never kissed an ogre, drunk or sober.” He rolled his shoulders to try to loosen the tension in his neck. “You have any strange dreams last night?”

“Nothing outside of the ordinary.” Stroud shugged. “The song is louder, but that’s to be expected here. You have been in the Deep Roads before, haven’t you?”

He started to snarl something back, but held his tongue. The Commander had told him under no uncertain terms to play nice with the Orlesians, but Maker, it was hard some days. “I was down here before and after the Thaw. This dream wasn’t just the usual chittering, more like going through the Joining again. It almost felt like -” he bit his lip. No, that would be impossible. He’d hadn’t been pulled into Bethy’s dreams since he left Lothering over two years ago.

Stroud raised an eyebrow but didn’t press him. “The Roads under the Vinmarks are particularly unsettling. Hopefully you will be too tired to dream again tonight.”

Carver nodded and pushed himself to his feet. “Couldn’t agree more. Onwards then?”

He wasn’t too tired. Or maybe he was so tired he couldn’t fight it. Their father had taught them both about shielding their dreams from spirits the week after Bethany manifested, and while it had worked, it wasn’t the way he would have preferred. Instead of closing her mind off to everyone, she’d hid in Carver’s dreams at night, or dragged him into hers. They’d spent every night for nearly ten years fighting each other’s nightmares together. Hers had always been more fearsome, with many tentacled creatures dragging her into a lake that was far too dark and viscous to be water, or suits of armor grabbing her by her hair and carrying her to impossibly tall towers with no doors. His dreams had been about his teeth falling out, or getting chased by a bear through town without any trousers on.

After Ostagar, though, he’d tried to do it properly. Tried to shut her out so she never saw the memories of the battle that haunted his dreams. As far as he knew, it had worked, or maybe she’d stopped trying. Or maybe she was dead.

The dreams were even worse that night, full of red crystals and claustrophobia and talking rocks, all playing out like a shadow puppet play across torrents of blood and fire and darkspawn screams. People were screaming Bethany’s name, and he heard Bethany screaming his.

“Carver!” His eyes snapped open. It was Stroud, shaking his shoulder. “Pack of hurlocks near, we need to move.”

Normally, that would’ve sent him into a panicked flurry of activity, but this time, all he felt was relief. It wasn’t Bethy, this is all my imagination, or maybe some new kind of Awakened. He stuffed his gear into his pack as Stroud stamped out the fire, then they headed out, following the scent of death and the buzzing in the back of their heads.

Using torches or lanterns this close to darkspawn was never wise or safe, so their only light was the faint glow of their amulets. The Commander gave them to all the recruits now; it was still a vial of darkspawn blood, of course, but now, they were enchanted to give off just enough light that a careful human could travel through the Deep Roads without tripping on everything. It had been a hard-learned lesson from too many instances of running into walls or falling into holes, and Carver’s nose still throbbed with phantom pain when he thought about the number of times Morrigan had sneeringly reset it.

The recruits were told it was 'just' a vial of darkspawn blood, but senior Wardens knew it was a little something more. The loss of so many at Ostagar, then later at Vigil’s Keep, had made the Commander insistent on the development of contingency plans.

The discordant melody tugged at his heart as they crept onward, urging him to go faster, begging him to find them, find something, hurry, please, hurry. It filled him with dread even as he obeyed, marching faster, then, when that wasn't enough, breaking into a jog. Someone was down there, and they needed him.

"What are you doing?" Stroud hissed as he sped up a third time.

"Need to keep moving, need to find them," he muttered, before breaking into a reckless sprint.

Stroud tackled him from behind and rolled him over when he was still stunned. "The song has you," he said as he slapped him. "Fight it!"

Carver caught his hand before a second blow connected. "It's not the song!" It was, but not in the same way. "It's - can't you feel it?"

"You're bewitched, Hawke!"

Struggling would only waste time. Time he didn't have. He took a shuddering slow breath to calm himself down. "I’m - shit. You’re right,” he lied. “We need to deal with whatever is causing it. Some kind of emissary, or a demon." It was neither; he was certain of that. But Stroud would never believe him now. Play along, or we'll never make it in time.

Stroud frowned, obviously wanting to argue, but knowing he couldn't. The whole point of this trip had been to investigate the reports of strange activity under the Vinmarks, and an emissary changing the song definitely qualified. "You will stay behind me," he ordered severely. "And if you run again, I'll cut you down."

Hurry, please, hurry. It wasn't a voice, so much as a feeling, a bright descant threading through the jangling darkspawn melody that thrummed in his mind.

Carver closed his eyes and nodded as much to Stroud as the plea. I'm trying.

Stroud got up warily, and reached for his weapon as Carver stood. When he didn't immediately bolt down the tunnel, he sighed in relief and let go of his sword hilt. "Which way?"

They kept going. Stroud didn't argue with Carver’s directions, and, in fact, seemed to anticipate them. Whatever or whoever wanted Carver to come this way, it was very near the hurlocks they’d been hunting anyway. The desperate pleading music faded away, but the darkspawn presence never wavered, only strengthened as they neared.

Carver didn't mention that it was gone. Maybe I did imagine it. Hopefully whatever - whoever - they found down there would be explanation enough. Another Awakened, perhaps?

When they heard the sound of fighting, it was Stroud who took off running first. Bloody hypocrite. Carver pulled out his sword and charged after him around the corner, only to almost skewer him as he clattered to a halt. They were at an excavated section of the Deep Roads, one with real torches and magma troughs. “Anders?” Stroud muttered incredulously.

What? Can’t be - Karl said he died. He peered over Stroud’s shoulder, blinking against the glare of torchlight.

A blond man kicked a screaming genlock off the ledge then spun his staff in a low circle, setting a glyph at his feet then dancing backwards as lightning surged up through it and arced into the two remaining. “Be with you in a tic, little busy!”

Maker preserve us, how? That really was Anders Thekla; Carver would recognize his battle magic anywhere, even when it wasn’t being used on him directly.

As the last darkspawn disintegrated to ash, Anders turned around. “Stroud.” He frowned in recognition. “Carver?”

What the void did I do? Before he could ask, Anders ducked back into the side tunnel that must’ve been where he’d come from.

“Carver?!” Someone shouted. Someone who sounded like his damn brother.

Stroud glanced back and arched an eyebrow. “What did you do?”

He swallowed. “Been a Warden for two years,” he mumbled.

“That’s not an answer.”

“Yeah, it is.” He put up his sword and walked out. “Garrett? What the fuck are you doing here?”

“Long story,” Anders sighed as he re-emerged, followed by a dwarf and Garrett.

His brother stepped into the flickering light and, for once, he wasn’t smiling. Even when he’d been in screaming matches with Mother, he’d smiled. Even when they’d burned Father’s ashes, he’d smiled. “Carver, I tried.” He knelt on the ground and gently put the bundle down that he was carrying. “I really fucking tried. Should’ve been me. Always should’ve been me.”

The bundle was their sister. Everything clicked into place. He rushed over as he ripped his gauntlets off, then pulled her to his chest. Her brow was sweaty, and the veins in her throat were black. Blight sickness. She coughed weakly as her eyes fluttered open. “Carver? Am I dead?”

“Not yet,” he whispered as he pulled her close. “What are you doing down here? What happened?”

"Expedition," she wheezed, breath whistling like her chest was full of holes. "Money to get back the estate." She shuddered in his arms. "One less mouth for her to feed, now, right?"

"No, no, no, this can't -" he stopped and glared at Garrett. "Why did you bring her?"

Garrett's jaw clenched and he swallowed. "I didn't fucking -"

"You did! You were supposed to keep her safe!" Carver shouted. "Now look at her. Look at what you did!"

Bethy’s finger pressed against his lips. "You sound like Mother. I'm a grown woman, Carver. This was my choice. My screw up. Not his." She coughed again. "Not yours either."

Maker, how did she always know what was the best and worst thing to say? His fury vanished, leaving him hollow and aching. "I'm sorry," he whispered.

"Don't," she said. "I - I didn't think it would work, after so long, but I called, and you're here. I can at least say goodbye." She offered a watery smile then fainted.He shook his head as he ripped the vial from his neck. The Commander had told them all that this wasn't an option to be taken lightly, but dammit, this was Bethany. "Stroud, get some of that blood, and the goblet. We're doing the Joining."

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Part 3 (Aren't we friends?)

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The kingdom of Archon Krio (Snowy)

Run, run, just run. Anywhere, but away from him!

My head was pounding and my legs were hurting. Adrenaline was pumping through my veins. The burning snowstorm did not allow him to escape from his embrace. Mad laughter came from behind. This is a sign of his approach. - "No. To return to his hands again? I don't want to!"

Tears flowed down her cheeks, turning into icy droplets. My legs started to hurt terribly. You're tired. Your foot tripped over a snag, knocking you into a snowdrift. This was the last attempt to act in any way. "Maybe when he notices the body, the life will have already left me?" - Unfortunately, your thoughts were drowned out by the crunch of heavy footsteps.

- Nice try. I even thought that I had already lost you.

Despite the whole situation, his tone was still playful. You ran away. She ran away almost as soon as he moved away from your temporary shelter. It was a great plan, but judging by the result, it wasn't good enough.

Ajax easily picked you up in his arms. First he looked at your half-conscious face. When his eyes revealed no injuries or frostbite, he chuckled contentedly.

- Let's get you out of here. It will be a miracle if you don't get sick after that. I know how much you like our games, but I'm seriously asking you. Don't bring it to injuries. - The last words were spoken in a serious tone.

You don't remember what happened next. Just a wonderful dream from a previous life. A warm breeze played with your hair when you were flying a kite in the form of a child. Mom and Dad were sitting next to each other. They have the same peaceful smiles on their faces as you remember them. For some reason, my heart felt so painful and anxious. The kite flew out of the hands of an already adult girl when a thunderstorm was approaching in the sky. The place where your parents were sitting is empty. Loneliness consumed you and then you remembered.

His eyes flew open, staring at the ceiling. It turned out that the tears were real. Ragged breathing broke the silence in the room. You're here again. It would have been better to die in that snowdrift than to come back here again.

How did it all start? Oh, yes, with the news of your wedding. You went to Snezhnaya to meet with Child's family. He was obviously glad that he had already taken his fiancee with him. It seemed to you that all this was more like a performance than a real marriage of two lovers. Moreover, it's unexpected, but it couldn't be any other way. If only recruitment into the ranks of Fatui. So, Child is yours in every way, but at what cost?

After your wedding, his chains seemed to fall off, opening the way to you. He was weird before, but now he seems to have turned into a real obsessive maniac. When you arrived at this establishment, the dressing room was already filled with your new clothes. Although you never mentioned your size. Okay, winter clothes, you've never had them, but you have everything from outerwear to underwear. You doubtfully decided to omit this point because Child has always been generous. Perhaps someone convinced him to prepare for your arrival. There's nothing wrong with that.

Child's family turned out to be exactly what he was talking about. A real big family with loving parents and siblings. They welcomed you warmly. The mother's eyes showed that she was afraid for her child's future. Now that he has you, will he be able to temper his ardor? From that moment on, Child wanted to hear his real name, Ajax, from your mouth.

You did not stay in your parents' house, because you had your own corner, albeit temporary. Until the next departure on the harbinger's assignment. Naturally, you will have to go with him. The trip can take from several months.

"If I'm far enough away, how can I protect you?" Besides, Fatui are not particularly friendly. Leaving an angel like you with them is fraught with bad consequences for your psyche. Or there will be some idiot who will fall in love with you, and I would not like that.

You had no choice but to agree. Moreover, the trip will not hurt anyone. If he is traveling for work, then you can relax in peace, enjoying this or that country. But something was still wrong. For some reason, my soul is not at ease from the presence of your spouse. Maybe it's because of his grip, which is getting heavier and lingers longer than usual. Maybe his eyes are as dark as the depth itself, which scan your every move. His awareness of your life was terrifying. Yes, you were friends, but you were careful with him and never told him unnecessary information. I really want to get my old life back.

Ajax looked into your shared bedroom, thinking you were asleep. When he saw your open eyes, a smile appeared on his face.

- Thank the archons, you have woken up. The doctor has come to examine you. He claims that your health is not in danger, but strongly recommends that you no longer go out in light clothes. I had to tell him that you were sleepwalking, which is why you ended up on the street almost naked.

Of course he lied. What kind of crazy person would even decide to run away from her own husband in a snowstorm in the woods?

- Child, let me go.

His eyes instantly darkened. The figure of Childe looms over you, leaning on the hand that he brought to your face. "First of all, my name is Ajax. Secondly, it is impossible, given our circumstances."

- Then maybe I should die." Not really, but just to fake his death.

He chuckled when he heard your suggestion. - " Did you really decide to leave me all alone when you and I got married?"

There are tears in your eyes. There was nothing you could do but convince him.

- You've done a lot of bad things to me. You've made my life a living hell. Everyone I loved is dead. And it's all your fault.

He grunted in displeasure, looking away. "Do you really blame me for the death of your family? I told you what happens when one of the Fatwa members turns traitor. I didn't know until one of the soldiers reported the location of the deserters' hideout. Who would have thought that your parents were one of them? Is that the only reason you decided to run away? When did we come all this way together?"

You pursed your lips. His words accused you of doing it because of a little tantrum. Like a child who was not allowed to do something, and he took it with hostility. It's a shame.

It seems that fate itself is waiting for you, revealing the dark side of Ajax, as it should be. Some time ago, one of the employees came across you dropping reports. When he quickly disappeared apologetically, you noticed another piece of paper that had fallen behind a large flower during your encounter. You wanted to catch up with him, but your eyes noticed something much more interesting. The report clearly states who died at the hands of the organization and for what. The names of people I knew seemed to glow on the paper in red ink, and most importantly, who exactly started this operation was your husband. It looks more like a betrayal than an accident. If he was planning to commit genocide in your village, then what the hell does he need you for? Questions raced through my mind. It feels like you're going crazy. There is a clear line between the concept of "lying for good" and just lying. But what Child did was a real scam.

Considering that you are now surrounded by snow-capped mountains and forests, there is no direct exit from here. Are you trapped and with whom? Someone who buried your past with his own hands. If you go anywhere, you will be guarded. With such soldiers, you need to be practically invisible to slip away unnoticed. It seems that the cryo archon itself has taken you into its cold hands, despite its blessing of the cryo archon. There is only one thing left - to go to certain death....But this idea also failed.

Ajax tried to calm you down somehow by stroking your head. It's all about love. Yes, it's love. From your first meeting, you naively relied on Childe, knowing nothing about Li Yue, as if you were already connected. He remembered his younger brother, Teucer. Curiosity, naivety and a desire to live in a bright world accurately described your condition. The great similarity between you has activated the role of protector in the harbinger's soul. Your face sometimes took on a childish expression rather than an adult one, like other residents of Li Yue. This is a city of contracts, where everyone has an idea about finance, business, and so on. It is not difficult to see visitors, especially those who do not understand anything about society. It's like being born in a safe cocoon and being thrown into this dirty, cruel world.

He immediately noticed the snow roots in your face, behavior and manner of speech. It remains only to find out whose fruit of love you are. Imagine his surprise when the soldier sent your relatives in search of you. He talked about people who live in a small hidden village located in the middle of nowhere. In fact, these are the disappeared Statues. Each of them had some kind of tragedy behind them. From death in the clutches of one of the monsters to death as a result of natural disasters. Who had the imagination for what. His breath caught in his throat. Isn't this a great chance to win your heart? This is a great opportunity to make it clear what will happen if your family somehow deprives him of the opportunity to be with you. That was the plan-just to get to know each other better. But the former Fatui had other thoughts on this matter. They decided to fight for their existence, someone tried to escape. When he personally plunged the water blade into your father's body, your mother just stared, losing all hope. You and she really have something in common in your face. They didn't acknowledge your existence. It seemed like they didn't have a daughter, but what they left behind proved the exact opposite. Your room is tiny compared to what he can give you. Your clothes smelled like you, as if they had been taken off recently. He took away almost everything that reminded him of you. When Tartaglia turned to the still-warm bodies, a glint on the woman's finger caught his attention. A silver snowflake ring. This decoration will be a good addition to your love.

He sighed blissfully. Now there are no obstacles to creating your cozy nest. All that remains is to protect you from the Queen's influence. She'll be glad to see a soldier with his cryo element. But all this was not for her, but for Childe.

- I won't give it to anyone...

He is afraid of losing you, as well as his family, because of Fatua, because of the queen. They are all dangerous to you. Tartaglia specifically develops strength in order to protect her loved ones, but in your case this will not be enough. It will take a trick. Only marriage remains. Yes, this is what you need. You didn't realize at all that you grew up among traitors. Child, on the contrary, saved you from their influence. Fortunately, his nonsense reached the ears of the ruler. She blessed your marriage. That was enough to take you under my wing. The most important thing is that you don't find out the whole truth. That's what he thought until today.

Something was wrong. Your face didn't show its old smile during his departure. My gut was bothering me. When Ajax came home, you weren't there. You just disappeared. When he went outside, panic seized him. There was no one in the yard. "Where the hell are all the employees?! Why isn't anyone looking out for her?!"

When the guy didn't find you, he was overcome by a feeling of anger mixed with madness. He started laughing out loud. He couldn't even save one jewel. Calming down, Child began to act. Even if you left, you wouldn't be able to get far in such a storm. There were footprints in the snow. Your footprints. The panic began to recede, but there are many dangers in the forest. Plus, if you add a snowstorm. Unless you die of frostbite...

He was happy that you were alive. For some reason, you don't want to see him anymore.

"You know, I risked my life to save you. Do you have any idea what I'm like? Taking care of my family is part of my responsibilities, and now you've become a part of them too. All my life, I've done everything just for the people I love. Don't I deserve the same love from you?

His desperate thoughts surprised you. Until the Fatuis noticed your presence, they sometimes talked about Ajax as a killing machine. They were afraid of him. But this is not a monster in front of you right now. This is a man with his own fears and desires.

And here it is again. The feeling of guilt overwhelmed you. He's doing it on purpose! How many times have you fallen for his manipulations, but if you think about it, that's how it is. He protects you, pays for everything necessary for your comfort. If you weigh the scales, then his side will be heavier than yours. But his love is scary and obsessive.

You groaned in displeasure. My head is about to explode from so many contradictions. One person has just appeared in your life, and has already caused so many problems.

"I-I can't leave you, no matter what.... - Tears started flowing from your eyes. You're desperate.- I do not know what to do. It hurts me, I'm scared. You are guilty and at the same time not guilty at all. Why is all this happening to me? I wanted to live freely, like an ordinary person. To look at the stars when I can't sleep, to get up early because of workdays. There are all sorts of goodies, and when the weather is very warm, go to the sea. But none of this makes sense right now. Because of the connection with you, I feel like a puppet who is controlled the way they want...

Emotions have enveloped you. You burst into tears, having no idea how to continue living. Ajax lay down next to you and hugged you. Who knew that your tears are so exciting? His arms wrapped around your sniffling face as your lips closed with each other. His tongue found its way into your mouth without difficulty.

You were so preoccupied with your grief that you didn't notice how the light nightgown was slipping down. His hands started wandering over your body. The kissing tracks first marked the chin until they were at the level of the collarbones.

You exhaled when you felt a big cold hand squeeze your chest. Fingers squeezed the hardened nipples, playing with them. Ajax, for the sake of keeping warm, did not take off his clothes, continuing to descend lower and lower over your body.

Wait, what are you doing? - You realized his actions when Ajax started pulling off your white lace panties. His personal gift.

- Isn't it time for us to fulfill our marital duty? I'll prove to you how much I care about you. He licked his lips, admiring your entrance. He just wanted to taste her. His tongue began to wander over sensitive lips, penetrating inside. Whatever your taste is, it's divine, and now it all belongs to Ajax.

You tried to restrain your moans, feeling how pleasant it becomes in the lower abdomen from your husband's courtship. It feels like a knot is being tied inside. Your hand tried to pull his head away from your vagina, but Child wrapped his arms tightly around your legs for support, not allowing you to move an inch. He clung like an animal, absorbing any secretions. And now you are already standing at the aisle, breathing becomes heavier, the rhythm is faster and, finally, liberation.

With a loud groan, you sank onto the pillow. The blood was throbbing in his temples. It was so nice. The blanket with Childe rose above you. His chin was covered with wet tracks, and his tongue was defiantly licking everything off his fingers.

- Look what you've done. If you didn't love me, this wouldn't have happened. "Your face is red from his teasing.

"Are you kidding me again?" I can leave if you don't finish!

He just giggled at your threat. - "Well, no, since we started, we need to finish."

You felt something hard pressing between your legs. " Do you feel it? This is the fruit of my love. He's only like this because of you, silly. He must be deep inside you for us to finally connect."

You were scared. "It will be unpleasant for me. And if it hurts?"

-Shh, I'll be careful not to do that. - Ajax kissed your forehead, soothing you.

You closed your eyes, listening to him unzip the zipper. Something solid began to invade your space, which caused an unpleasant stretching. You suffered a little discomfort clutching the blanket in your hands. There was a groan from Child.

- God, it's so tight. My dear, you have received me so well. I entered almost completely.

His lips pressed against yours as he began to move slowly. His arms wrap around yours without opening them. After a while, the discomfort was replaced by pleasant tremors. The rhythm became even faster, accompanied by moans in your mouths. The room was filled with heat, moans, and skin-to-skin patting. A knot began to form in my stomach again. Ajax pulled away from you, forming a bridge of saliva between you. His eyes looked into yours with love, his cheeks were covered with blush. He hugged you again, moaning right in your ear.

- I love you, I love you so much. You have no idea how long I've wanted this!

He didn't mention that his patience could have broken down much earlier. How he wanted to kiss you, put you on his desk, spread your legs and enter. To taste you. These thoughts made his groan louder. At one point, you both froze, freeing yourself. His white milk mixed with the secretions inside you. You were breathing heavily, calming your breathing, when you felt the tremors resume.

- what? Isn't that all?

Ajax looked excited, and hearts seemed to appear in his eyes. "But we didn't fully enjoy it! I want more. You can't refuse me, can you? I've done so much for you."

It was more than once. You've already stopped counting the number of orgasms. He started all over again anyway, changing his position one by one.

Almost in the morning you were lying unconscious, hugging each other tightly. Ajax opened his eyes for a moment, listening to your measured breathing. He did everything to make you lose your strength for something. The guy hoped that your thoughts would now be directed in his direction, and not be sad about the death of your family. He is ready to please at least every day, for the sake of your love. You're not going to get anywhere anyway. Maybe if you create your own family, you won't torment yourself with the past anymore?

Ajax sighed blissfully and kissed your forehead. He got comfortable, hugged you tighter and plunged into the land of Morpheus.

#yandere #genshin #genshinimpact #tartaglia #genshin_impact #Genshin impact #childe #genshinheadcanons #headcanons #childe x reader #yandere tartaglia x reader #yandere childe #yandere tartaglia

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Cruella De Vil x Fem!AFAB!Assistant/SecretLover!Reader || Smutshot

Plot: You realise that the walls in your hotel room are pretty thin, and while Cruella did say not to try anything funny with her this week (Fashion week in Paris)… that doesn’t mean you can’t lure her to you.

Warnings: Masturbation, smuttiness, and degradation because its Cruella. Reader is also pretty shallow and bratty (But this is one of those situations where you deserve eachother). No explicit orgasm referenced- its mostly just reader acting slutty.

Paris is beautiful. Especially in Autumn like this, all the oranges and red’s and yellow’s everywhere, under the perfect blue sky. The grey clouds here and there threaten to empty themselves all over the city but that would only make everything prettier. Honest-to-god, you feel like you’re in heaven. Especially being here for fashion week, with Cruella De Vil, eating the best Parisian food, walking the loveliest streets and parks, meeting deeply influential people (And flirting with some of them), and sleeping in a hotel that you chose??? Oh, yes. Being Cruella’s assistant and the woman that licks her cunt clean sure has its perks. Such as control over travel plans and access to her expense account- as well as a rather massive budget.

You’re halfway through the week, and sure- it’s been crazy. Working for Cruella is not a picnic, especially right now, but you happen to be a magnificently well-humoured person and unbelievably organised, and the trip has basically been a dream.

Well, except for times like now. At the end of the evening, after dinner and whatever party she was invited to (That you also had to go to, of course, as Ms De Vil’s assistant), Cruella retires immediately to her room to prepare for the next day. Which is very much not the usual… And, look, you’ve become quite used to the usual, with her. Multiple orgasms a week since working for the House of De Vil has done you wonders! Your skin has never been clearer, and you’re much happier!

But now, suddenly, Cruella is ‘busy’?... too ‘busy’, to have you eat her out until your jaw is aching? She’s too ‘busy’ for that??

No way.

Oh, and sure- you could just go and find someone sweet at the bar down stairs, but Cruella gets rather snippy when you do that. And yes sure- you could just satisfy yourself in the lavatory; Theirs a rather lovely shower head setting that you’re sure will get you off just right, and the spa-bath has jets-

Alas, you want your wicked witch of an employer. And that’s that! That’s what you will, get. When you set your mind to something, it gets done.

And you just happened to notice, when you were bathing the other night (Literally. Bathing. In a tub. For the first time since working for Cruella you had a chance to relax, light some candles and sit in the bathtub until you were good and pruney), that the walls in this particular hotel are… rather thin. Thanks to your next-door neighbours who were having a particularly loud rollick of their own, that is. This, you decided, you could use.

And soon enough if all goes as planned, then your dear, scandalous neighbours will get an earful of their own. Oh, yes. Oui, in fact.

So here you are, set up on the bed (The head of which leans against the wall you share with Cruella, which is most opportune you think) after you heard her shower end. You’re wearing your favourite silk dressing gown pulled snuggly around your mostly naked body - apart from a bra that Cruella likes, that is, - and your knees are spread. Luckily, the room is nice and toasty- besides, though, you’re soon to be hot as balls, so it wouldn’t really matter anyway if it were chilly. There are also candles lit all over the room, setting the mood.

Closing your eyes, you let your head fall back quite comfortably on the many pillows and cushions that were set up intricately before you arrived back here this evening, and picture that its someone else’s hand slipping under you gown. Hm… Someone particular. You think. Perhaps Scarlet Johansson-

“Oh- stop it.” You berate yourself quietly, quickly, chuckling and shaking your head at your own silly joke. “This is not the time.”

Sighing, you shake a bit of hair out of your face a try again- the tension, alone in your room, taken clean away now thankfully. As you indulge in your favourite fantasy of the older woman that’s been rocking your world for the past 6 months, things you’ve never deigned to ask her for lest she punish you for the insolence - even though, really, her punishments could be quite pleasant… assuming she’s in the correct mood, -, you slip your fingers over the most sensitive area- waxed for the occasion. Especially since the bed, and by extension your bald pussy, are facing the doorway and will be the first thing Cruella sees if she storms in here.

You’re already tingly from planning this all day, knowing it was coming, eagerly anticipating it- so it doesn’t take too long become entirely turned on. Just a few moments of stroking along your opening and you’re leaking a wetness that you’re quite familiar with, and sighing.

Taking it to the next step, you start using the opposite hand to stroke you’re the parting of your folds, while your good hand goes to your mouth. You suck on 3 digits, licking them up and down until they’re soaking wet, before returning that hand to your flower and rubbing up and down your entrance slowly with the well-lubricated appendages… going in deeper each time.

It doesn’t take long for your hips to start aching to go up, your pussy screaming for penetration of some kind- which you allow, almost immediately. At this point your sounds really make their debut, tonight. You allow them to come out quite easily, wanting Cruella to hear you fingering yourself to the thought of her. Wanting Cruella to hear you needing her desperately.

Her fingers, thrusting deeply into your needy hole. Her tongue laving over your throbbing clit. Her pussy rubbing against yours- Ohhhhhhh. “Fuck, fuck, fuck- “

Your hips glide upwards into her - your, - hand, wanting to be filled more. Deeper, harder, faster. And you do the best that you can, really, but your body knows its being duped. That Cruella is not really here and this pleasure is not the same. Not nearly enough.

Your needy sounds get even bolder. You’re whining out for Cruella, now, blatantly. Calling for her, stretching your legs wider and tasting her name on your tongue as you rub at your inner walls.

And- you were right. It really wouldn’t have mattered if it had been cold in the room because you’re skin is so hot now it almost burns, and sweat beads along your hairline.

You’re just using your non-dominant hand to cup and squeeze one of your breasts - the perfect moment, really, -, when Cruella bursts in. You hear her slam the first door open, then slam it closed as well, before she’s storming to the bedroom and her terrible, boiling glare lands on your form on the bed slowing down your work, but not quite stopping. Just slowly lolling 2 fingers in and out of your cunt as you smirk at her.

Oh, she looks absolutely pissed. “… pathetic.” She spits, and really means it- you know it. But don’t care.

“I… Cruella,” Lord, your voice sounds like some poor filly stuck in a porno now. So needy, and breathy. Your hips thrust upwards, almost beckoning her towards you. “Please… please, please please-”

“You did this to yourself.” She hisses through grit teeth, intense eyes glaring into yours before they lower to your naked cunt. “I should let you suffer for it.”

Oh- No, no no. You didn’t do this to yourself so that this witch could leave you in the lurch. You did this to manipulate her!-

So you force yourself to remove your sticky fingers from your clit, and while she watches… raise them to your face and put them into your mouth- making her flinch. Oh, Cruella? What was that about leaving me? I didn’t fucking think so.

Getting up off the bed you stalk towards her, dining on your own slick all over your fingers whether you like the flavour or not- because you know it drives her insane and you need her to touch you. To fuck you. To use your body like you’re a goddamn toy. When you reach her your gaze is positively devilish, watching her watch your talented tongue slip between your digits.

As you were moving, your silk dressing gown came untied and fell open; Revealing your shiny, naked pussy, the slick greasing your thighs and the lacy black bra she likes.

“C’mon… Cruella… I need… your hands… “You take them in your hands, then, and guide yourself closer to her body before taking her chin in between your fingers. She’s starting to look herself again after that performance of sucking your fingers, turning up her nose at your whore-rish antics, but she doesn’t snap at you to go- so you know you’re doing something right. “I need your tongue… “ The lubricated fingers slip down, between Cruella’s skin and the silk pyjama pants she’s wearing… into her underwear. “And I need your- “

“You really are the dirtiest little skank I’ve ever had the displeasure of meeting, Y/N.”

Giving a blank look and shrug as you spread your fingers against her own, wet, cunt, you try to look as unbothered as possible. “You all words love, or are you going to just enjoy it already?”

In response, Cruella really doesn’t do much for a few moments. Just stares at you, possibly waiting to see if you’ll back down and be her submissive pet. Unfortunately for her- she’s made you wait all week for her and so that’s not going to happen. She’ll have to break you herself.

Then one hand, with long black talons attached, comes up to your throat and the sharp ends glide down the soft skin, there- before one in particular suddenly digs into the delicate skin beneath your chin, forcing you still with one finger. A hitched yelp slips out of you and you straighten up as her eyes, heavy with her beautiful lashes, flick dangerously from your lips to your eyes.

“… get on the bed, now. And don’t you dare touch yourself, ever again.” She snaps, fearsome indignation thick in her voice. When you don’t move immediately, like a dog, she raises her perfectly tweezed eyebrows at you and tilts her head. “What on earth are you waiting for??”

“A kiss!~ “ You quip sweetly, teasing her and actually wanting a kiss in equal measure. You know you won’t get one, though, especially when she rolls her eyes and waives a hand at you.

“Go, you revolting little twit.”

“Mm,” You chuckle, turning on your heel and returning back to the bed. There you prop yourself up on your elbows and tilt your head at her coolly. “So what are you waiting for, then?”

“… maybe I’m waiting to see if you’ll crawl around in a little circle like a mutt, as well.”

You give a shrug. “Maybe, if you would you get up here. Gimmie a treat. I don’t work for free, you know~ “

“Oh, I know.” She rolls her eyes once again, meeting you at the bed and slowly slipping the silk gown off of your shoulders. “Deplorable little gold digger, that you are… “

Forcing a shocked gasp, and letting her undress you, you give a playful glare. “Me? Never. On an unrelated note though, have you seen the state of my car recently? I desperately need a new one- a Ferrari, possibly, I hear those are terribly chic- “ Suddenly Cruella’s lips are on yours, her hand knotted tightly in your hair, dragging your head to her. Moaning, you tilt your head into it, enjoying the taste of her in your mouth and lapping against her tongue. When she pulls back a few terrible centimetres, you can feel her lips moving against your own and her breath on your face but you’re focused on her dark eyes.

“Darling, I need you to shut. up., now. Put your mouth to work somewhere more useful already."

With a smirk, you do as told; Slipping down to the ground and stretching her thighs open.

You win, after all. And you can be quite a gracious winner. So lets just say, for the rest of the night, that... your neighbours did indeed hear some noises~ of your own.

#Cruella De Vil x Reader Smutshot #Cruella De Vil x Reader #Cruella De Vil #Smutshot #Smut

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Fighter #12 - Jigglypuff

- Jigglypuff is a sassy little creature. She’s a big diva who isn’t afraid to speak her mind.

- Her most prized possession is a pair of pink star-shaped sunglasses. She never wears them out on the battlefield because she doesn’t want them to get broken.

- She doesn’t know what it’s like to have a nightmare because she’s never had one in her life. Her dreams are always super nice and fun.

- Anyone who upsets Jigglypuff will be slapped into next week. She might look sweet and adorable, but she’s not afraid to throw hands if the fancy strikes her.

- If a fighter is having trouble sleeping, she'll sing them a soothing lullaby.

- Pufferfish are Jigglypuff’s favorite animals. They remind her of herself—puffy and cute, but also strong and quick to defend themselves. She has a tank with three of them in her room.

- Forget props on April Fools’ Day—Jigglypuff can prank people using her voice alone. When someone sits down, she’ll make a quick whoopie cushion noise and run away. At this point, the fighters know that it's just her messing with them.

- Thanks to Ken, Jigglypuff is a HUGE fan of Powerpuff Girls and has tons of merch from the franchise. Even her pufferfish are named after them—Blossom, Bubbles, and Buttercup.

- She is always the first to sing on karaoke night. Once she has the microphone, you’d have to literally pry it from her hands or else you won’t get a turn. Jigglypuff never gets tired of singing and could perform all night if given the opportunity.

- She is her own number one fan.

- On the subject of fans, she makes for a great cheerleader.

- She's a major contributor to the party planning committee, which consists of all of the princesses, Palutena, Marth, Lucina, Sora, Kirby, and herself.

- When Peach first heard that Jigglypuff evolved with the power of the moon, she took it very literally and wouldn’t let her go outside at night. Red eventually picked up on it and explained to Peach that Jigglypuff only evolves when given a Moon Stone, not when exposed to the moon itself.

- Speaking of which, Jigglypuff loves roaming around outside at night. Every evening, she'll go out and sing to the moon, gracing the ears of anyone nearby with a peaceful serenade. Even back when Peach was adamant about her staying inside, she still found a way to sneak out. Nobody tells her what to do (unless she trusts their judgment).

- She's the type to punch the air in her sleep.

- Jigglypuff loves falling asleep on people. She finds their presence comforting and having them there makes her feel extra safe.

- She’s proud to be part of the original twelve. Since they’ve been with her the longest, Jigglypuff has formed strong bonds with every single one of them. She grew particularly close to Samus, as she was the only other girl in the group.

- Some of her accessories are actually gifts from the original twelve. The sun hat was from Mario, the bow was from Samus, and the flower was from Ness.

- Due to her bubbly and upbeat personality, she appears to be very energetic. However, Jigglypuff actually tires out pretty easily and needs at least two naps a day.

- She is a master at using the curler. If you want curls done, Jigglypuff’s the girl to ask.

- Tropical vacations are her absolute favorite. To her, nothing beats the warmth of the sun on her body as she relaxes on the beach, listening to the waves crash along the shore. She and Incineroar are trying to convince the roster to go on a trip to Alola.

- Leaf is her real trainer, but whenever Jigglypuff returned to Smash Mansion, Red was in charge of taking care of her. It wasn’t until only recently that Leaf decided to tag along for some reason.

- On nice days, she enjoys going outside and catching butterflies with Villager.

- She has tons of slumber parties with Samus. Usually, they start out with Jigglypuff busting into Samus’ room while she’s trying to relax. Initially, Samus will tell her to leave so she can unwind, but one look at those big round eyes and she can’t help but smile and cave in.

- Jigglypuff LOVES ribbons and bows. Samus gets her a new one for her birthday every year.

- Jigglypuff always has a first-aid kit on hand for when fighters receive injuries. She’s an amazing caregiver and will try her best to cheer up whoever she’s treating.

- She’s the type to always pick “Dare” in a game of Truth or Dare. She has nothing to hide; she just enjoys a good challenge.

- She and Kirby have this game where they copy each other for the whole day and the first one to stop loses. The loser then has to buy the winner ten bags of their favorite snack. If Jigglypuff loses, this is an easy task; Kirby isn’t picky and loves pretty much any food you give him. If Kirby loses, however, it’s a different story. Jigglypuff refuses to have anything aside from those apple gummy rings which, for whatever reason, are super difficult to find in the Light Realm.

- She and Leaf like to go fruit picking together. When they get back to the mansion, they’ll bake pies, pastries, or any other fruit-related dessert using their fresh pickings. Sometimes Kirby will tag along too.

- Jigglypuff is currently teaching Toon Link how to flirt with girls. He insists that he doesn’t have his eye on anyone, but she doesn’t believe him in the slightest. She’s dedicated herself to finding out his mystery crush and becoming his wingwoman.

- She sang opera once and made a single tear fall down Ganondorf’s cheek. No one saw except for Jigglypuff herself, and surprisingly, she hasn’t said a word about it.

- She loves giving and receiving head pats. They’re her primary form of affection.

- If something doesn't go her way, her first instinct is to pout. For some fighters, it's too adorable to ignore and they end up just giving her what she wants. For others, Jigglypuff has to resort to more devious methods of getting their attention.

- She and Kirby frequently go for rides on the Warp Star together.

- Her favorite song from the Smash soundtrack is Pokemon Center. It’s upbeat, fun, and reminds her of her travels with Red and Leaf.

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Just The Two Of Us (7) | Kim Taehyung

In which two ambiverts who are conscientious, resourceful, firm, and slightly egoistic happen to realise, discover, and explore the possibility of being in love. It’s a dream-like almost magical romance focusing on what I love to call “the butterfly inducing effect”. So, get comfy, grab a tub of ice cream, maybe get a few tissues and be prepared to experience romance like no other and fall in love.

I fell in love with you, I don’t know why, I don’t know how, I just did.

Tags/Warnings :- An Office Au, Ceo!Taehyung, Secretary!Y/N A fairytale at an office. Cheesy. Highly Romantic. TaehyungxReader.

Written by Author L

Cross posted on Wattpad

Word count :- 2.5k Words

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Maybe

Disgusting.

That is all I could think of.

I hate how my morning had to start with this. With him.

“You see, I’ve always admired the way you work Y/N.”

There we go again.

“Thank you, sir.” I say trying to sound grateful.

I go back to the spreadsheet on the laptop screen and continue typing quickly to look busy. I’m currently in a meeting room with…you guessed it, Mr. Cheong. Ever since we got the deal, we, I have been working my ass off for it. And you know what is super-duper annoying? This creepy bigshot who’s desperately trying to hit on me. And since all the Gods want me to suffer on this particular morning when it’s particularly bright and beautiful outside, I’m stuck with this bobblehead in the most boring place ever, alone.

I’m sitting on a chair with my laptop on the conference table. Mr. Cheong is on a couch, beside the projector screen on my right side. He has been eyeing me for the past 23 minutes and I’m at the verge of grabbing my laptop and smashing it onto his head. If it weren’t for my job and the Cheong Corporation contract, I’d be looking for new laptops by now.

Everything about him is just so uncomfortable. The snide and flirty comments, the pathetic eyeing, and the desperate tries to touch me. Ugh. To make things even worse, Mr. Kim who was supposed to arrive half an hour earlier is late to the meeting. After being unnaturally nice to me, he went to California the very next day for a business trip. The unexpected trip lasted three days and ideally, the airplane should have landed two hours ago, giving Mr. Kim enough time to get to work, and not let this unfortunate situation with Mr. Cheong unfold. But, the world hasn’t been so kind to me. The flight got delayed and thus my morning got ruined.

‘Lord help me’

Suddenly, Mr. Cheong got up from the couch, walked toward me and stood behind my chair. He bent down, looked at the spreadsheet over my shoulder and with his breath dangerously close to the right side of my face, he eerily said, “So this is what is keeping you so busy.”

Looks like the Lord isn’t listening at all.

I let out a nervous chuckle as he stands up straight, turns around swiftly, leans back on the conference table, and looks down at me.

“Ms Y/N…”

“…I think I’d truly recognise all the work you do better at my company. You really should reconsider”

Aha! Of course.

“People over…”

Maybe this time I should get a MacBook.

“…here won’t…”

How about Lenovo? The convertible one.

“…appreciate what you do”

It's cheaper too, that way I wouldn't feel bad even if I smashed someone’s head with it.

“What do you say? I can…uh…offer other…better benefits as well” he said while leaning forward.

Okay what the actual fuck? Someone call an ambulance.

“I’m so sorry for being late! Hope you guys didn't wait for…”

Mr. Kim who barged into the room unannounced paused and looked at the two of us.

“…long” he frowned.

I'm not exactly sure what seemed odder. The look of relief on my face or the confusing sight of Mr. Cheong leaning forward and being so fricking close to my face. Arghh it feels so weird when you say that.

Either way, I think the Lord finally listened. Thank you.

“Good morning sir!” I got up so quickly that my chair was almost about to fall down. I couldn’t care less though.

I begin walking towards Mr. Kim, I don’t even know why. I just want to stay away from that hideous man.

“I hope your trip went well. I’m glad you’re back sir.” I actually am.

Before he could say anything, I continued.

“Now that you’re here, let us begin the meeting. I’ll inform the others as well.”

I immediately leave the room to call some of the employees involved in the meeting.

Now, I know what you are thinking, why weren't they present earlier? That is because earlier, Mr. Cheong very conveniently asked everyone to get on with their work while he and I could wait for Mr. Kim in the meeting room alone. And what crap was that earlier? Better benefits? The man is nuts.

“Guys, Mr. Kim is here, let's head to the conference room.”

***

Author’s POV

The meeting ended at lunch hour and Y/N made a mandatory mental note to stay six feet away from Mr. Cheong at any given moment, for her safety. And…for her laptop’s safety.

Knock knock

“Yes, come in”

“I’ve rescheduled everything you had to miss in the last three days sir. This is the new schedule for the following week.” She says while handing a black file to Taehyung.

He opens the file, takes a look at it and frowns.

“Woah, looks like I'll be quite busy this week Y/N.”

Y/N shrugs for a spilt second and makes a ‘I don’t know man, you chose this life’ face to which Taehyung chuckles.

“So, how did the California deal go sir?”

“Well, it was...moderate.”

“Oh.”

“They are way too sceptical and paranoid. They will be coming to Seoul in order to ‘personally' and ‘thoroughly’ understand how things at Kim Enterprises work. I don't understand why dad wants them as our clients.”

“Oh, when will they be here sir?”

Taehyung looks at Y/N for a brief second.

“Today.”

‘The heck? That soon?’

“Alright, let me take that back, I’ve got to make some changes now.” Y/N says as she takes the file from Taehyung’s table, scribbles something on it and starts to walk towards the door.

“I’ll be outside sir.”

“Wait!”

Y/N turns around with a ‘huh’ expression on her face.

“Wha...What is your plan for lunch?”

“Ah, I’ll be having lunch at the cafeteria sir.”

‘Should I join her?’

‘Should I ask him to join me?’

‘Ahh no, Taehyung that’s too desperate.’

‘Ahh no, Y/N don’t cross the line.’

“Okay go ahead, have your lunch now, revise the schedule later.”

“Uh alright sir.”

Y/N nods and walks out of the room.

‘Maybe I should’ve asked her.’

‘Maybe I should’ve asked him.’

Y/N arranges some files on her desk before leaving for lunch. Just as she grabs her phone and walks out, she hears a loud and annoyingly high pitched scream.

‘Okay, what now?’

Upon hearing the obnoxious shriek, Y/N turns on her heels and walks over to one of the many white wood desks. This particular one had a tall glass tumbler filled half-way with water which kept the blooming pink tulips in it alive. As the bright light shined on the lovely petals, Y/N looked at the not so pretty looking part of the desk. Followed by the person who interrupted her exciting journey towards joy- which was, in fact, disguised as food.

“Ms. Seon, what seems to be the problem?”

Seon Mi Cha, an often bubbly yet nervous intern started working a month or two ago at Kim Enterprises.

Her usual cheerful eyes were full of dread and guilt at the moment.

“Ms. Y/N, I…I think…I may have, by mistake, absolutely unintentionally…misplaced the investment plan details from Velocity Estates.”

‘Okay, we’re screwed.’

I close my eyes, look down and sigh.

“Ms. Y/N…could you please help me out? Pleasepleaseplease-”

“Uhh alright stop now!”

Puppy faces never work on Y/N. But the fact that she was once an intern too, made her give in to Mi Cha’s pleas. She has a soft corner for interns. Interns make a minimum of four million mistakes a day and get hated on by their superiors. Y/N knew that very clearly. However she was lucky enough to be working under Taehyung. He forgave people quickly. Moreover she didn’t want to seem like an unhelpful bitch to those poor souls.

Probably two hours went by in helping out Mi Cha. A lot of other interns gathered around and helped out as well. They often engaged in some office gossips while sipping some coffee- courtesy of Mi Cha. Some of the “tea” came from Y/N herself. She was professional when it came to work, but never boring. Y/N actually knew the interns and junior employees well. She chimed in when something interesting came up, like the mysterious case of the missing desk from the fourth floor. There are five rows of four desks on each floor. But the fourth floor had a row with one missing desk. It was a big deal when the issue first came up. Many believed in many rumours. Even though it could have been just a simple mistake in the delivery and arrangement of furniture, people loved to think otherwise. Y/N spent another tedious 45 minutes figuring out Mi Cha’s problem while simultaneously listening to the HR department’s head, Mr. Jun’s romantic involvement with Ms. Kook.

“Ms. Seon, I’d really appreciate you treating me to a meal soon.”

Y/N says as she finally finished retrieving the files and stretching her arms.

“Oh my god! Thank you so much Sunbae! I’m eternally grateful to you.”

“Woah, Ms. Y/N is truly the best” Choi Ji Moon, another intern announces in awe.

“What would we do without you?” A recently promoted junior employee says as he wipes away a fake tear.

“Guys calm down please, I know I’m awesome.”

Y/N stands up from the chair and arranges some papers.

“Ji Moon get five copies of these.” Y/N says and points to the copier machine near him.

He playfully salutes and walks over to the copier.

“Okay something is wrong with this.” Ji Moon says in frustration and aggressively pats the side of the copier in hopes that it would start working.

‘Another problem? Classic.’

Ji Moon opens some random parts of the machine and tries to fix them.

He mumbles a few ‘This goes here’, ‘Got it’, ‘Okay maybe not’ before sighing and putting it back together again.

“Maybe you should put it inside.” Mi Cha says while gesturing to a random part of the copier.

“That’s what she said.” Y/N says very casually with a straight face.

Probably around ten or so people started laughing hysterically at Y/N’s impeccable timing, although they suddenly stop and frantically go back to their desks, pretending to seriously work.

‘Oh God no, please no.’

Just as every comedy has to have a dramatic ending, this harmless, jovial little joke of Y/N’s has the most tragic ending ever.

Y/N immediately turns around to find Taehyung standing a few steps away. The perfect distance for an audience to watch this little scene play out and hear all the dialogues very clearly.

‘Holy fuck’

Y/N’s POV

I have messed up. Terribly. I mean, just who the heck casually goes around saying “That’s what she said” at a workplace? What is this? The Office? Who am I? Michael Scott? Please push me off an airplane. Or bury me. Please. This is so embarrassing, awkward, unprofessional and what not.

I don’t think I’ll be fired though. That’s too silly of a reason to be fired, don’t you think? Oh my god, that makes it even worse.

“Ughh what am I gonna do?”

I stab the broccoli on my plate with a fork as I say so. I decided to hide in shame at the cafeteria for the time being, in order to be completely self absorbed in my embarrassment and rethink my life choices multiple times. The worst fricking part of this entire situation is the fact that Mr. Kim and I, for once, were getting along in a…argh I don’t even know in which way.

I thought maybe there was tiny chance for me. Maybe a tiny possibility. But again, it was for one goddamn day that he was unnaturally nice to me. It could have been a totally unplanned thing. I don’t like how I’ve thought about it so much and I definitely don’t like how I’m sort of letting it affect me. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not desperate. I was just trying to be like an elegant, kinda mysterious and feminine lady until I blew it all up. And all I’m doing right now is contradicting and over-justifying myself.

You know what, screw this whole “oH mY gOd hE wAs sO sWeEt tO mE” and the “maybe” concept. I’m highly overthinking about this crap. Y/N you’ve got a lot more to worry about. For instance, your terrible attempt at being Michael Scott. So how about we deal with that? I’ll just continue with the rest of my day, pretending like nothing happened. Avoiding Mr. Kim would only make it more obvious and awkward. It’s okay. It was a casual joke. Maybe Mr. Kim laughed too. Maybe he didn’t.

“OKAY STOP WITH THE MAYBE!”

***

Author’s POV

“…focused on increasing our cooperation at a global level and how we would achieve that in the short-term. Those were a few of our future goals and their implementations. I think that is all, thank you.” Y/N finishes her presentation with a smile.

“Impressive, Mr. Kim. Very impressive” Rachel the CTO of Affinity Assets pvt. Ltd. says. They’re the “California deal” Y/N mentioned earlier today.

Y/N was a little confused about what Taehyung meant when he said these guys were a paranoid. Little did she know, she would understand exactly what he meant later on. Affinity Assets is a trading firm offering advice which focuses on high frequency trading in certain markets. However, they were quite new to the business game and deeply mistrusting. Which for a company like Taehyung’s is already a red flag. Taehyung only went forward with this because his father thought Affinity Assets had potential. Mr. Kim is usually always right.

Taehyung thought Y/N handled the meeting very professionally. Since she gave the presentation, most of the questions were directed at her. And Y/N couldn’t have done a better job. Although towards the end, there was one particular question, which seemed more like a silly and unreasonable demand. Rachel questioned Y/N about their proficiency regarding meeting with deadlines and sticking to commitments. To which Y/N replied by saying-

“Oh, I can confidently assure you that you need not worry about our expertise in providing timely results.”

“In addition, as per your request, we can have Y/N handling this contract on a more careful and cautious note.” Taehyung continues.

Weirdly enough, Rachel doesn’t seem to be satisfied with that.

“You see Mr. Kim, I’d prefer if you were the one taking additional care in this matter.” Rachel says while looking Y/N as though she was a burglar.

‘Paranoid? No, these guys are crazy.’

“I don’t quite understand-” Y/N begins but soon gets interrupted by Taehyung’s chuckle.

“I think, Ms. Y/N is truly the right person to cater to your requirements. You will not be disappointed. She is the best we have.”

Taehyung leans forward, places his arms on the table and looks straight at Rachel.

“I trust her with the whole company.”

Y/N’s heart skips a beat. Heck no. That is a serious understatement. She feels an excessive amount of joy and gratitude swell up inside her. Blood rushes to her cheeks as she is unable to contain her smile.

‘Did he really say that?’

Rachel finally accepts her defeat and agrees to the deal. Unfortunately, that meant more work for Y/N. Time passes by and Y/N & Taehyung almost never leave their desks. Y/N at some point feels a tingly, itchy sensation in her throat but decides to shrug it off. She later realizes that she’s worked overtime when she looks at her phone for the first time in four hours. She starts packing up and things start feeling a little cold.

‘I’ll just go by cab for today’

“Mr. Kim?”

“Come in.”

“Sir, I’ll get going. Will you be staying for long?”

“Uh, I’ll leave in an hour. Will you go by walk?”

“I can’t walk, I’m exhausted.” Y/N says chuckling.

“That’s what she said.”

Y/N’s jaw drops and eyes widen.

‘WHAT? DID HE JUST-’

Taehyung starts laughing out loud at Y/N’s face.

“I can be funny too sometimes, you know?” he says looking kinda proud.

“That… was hilarious” Y/N nods while laughing.

“I’ll take a leave sir.” Y/N says smiling, as she walks out of his office.

“Alright, good night Y/N.”

“Night sir.”

***

Y/N takes a shower, has some leftover rice, and checks her phone.

Mr. Kim

Hope you’ve reached home safely. Sorry couldn’t drop you home today.

Get some good sleep, you looked a little pale earlier.

Aw man her heart is surely gonna explode. This is definitely bringing the “maybe” concept back.

#taehyung x you #taehyung ff #office au #kth x reader #btsff #btsimagines #btsfanfic #vff #kim taehyung fanfic #kim taehyung #taetae

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professorsparklepants · 1 year

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Tagged by @chucktaylorupset who tagged "You!" Which damn, that sure is me.

rules: post the first lines of your 10 most recently published AO3 stories (amending to add: or podfics). if you have less than 10 fics posted, post the first lines of all your fics.

Doing this made me realize i haven't uploaded any fics since 2019. OTL

1. Lion Passant, FMA

It’s not like Ed thinks they’ve lived in Resembool forever. Mom’s pictures and stories say otherwise, and he sort of remembers living out east, the way you do when you reconstruct a childhood based on stories and photographs. They moved back to Mom’s home town after she got sick—brain sick, not body sick, that happened later—but the bastard stayed behind to work.

2. Dreaming Like Silver, Girl Genius

People don’t like twins. Children should come into the world blank and empty. Their first marks should come from laying across their mother’s breast, and curling a tiny hand around their father’s pinky. There are many reasons given for why: they must let go of their past life, they must devote themselves to their parents above all else, they must possess a new soul. But all agree; twins are unnatural.

3. Faster Than a Final Breath, Girl Genius

Kay’s first date happened a little something like this: he was in Vienna for a day trip, tracking down a particularly troublesome spark who’d made an insultingly awful critique of his thesis paper, when his cab swayed slightly and a woman hurled herself through the window and straight into his lap.

4. A Spoonful of Diamonds, TT/YJ

Raven gripped her rescuer’s arm like a lifeline the whole minute and a half it took to walk to the kitchen, listening desperately to make sure Malchior hadn’t decided to follow them after all. The chef pushed the door open, sending about half the kitchen staff tumbling to the floor as he led Raven in before him. The door swung shut and she finally managed to breathe. One of the waitresses led her over to a little alcove full of serving trays as the staff grilled the chef that had helped her. As soon as her heart slowed to the same pace as her thoughts, she whipped her phone out of her purse and opened her friends’ group chat.

5. Drop a Lifelong Curse On Your Own Last Name, Girl Genius

The average age for soulmate appearances was twelve. The day of Tarvek's birthday, Violetta had tried to stay awake with him, but she ended up falling asleep on his bed while he stared at his wrists, as if his name would appear at the stroke of midnight. It hadn't. He had started wearing cuffs the next day anyway.

6. The Heavy Gait of Night

It was three o’clock in the morning and Agatha was supposed to be in bed. For the first time in a long, long time, the knowe was bright and loud and full of people. Agatha knelt on the tiny lip above the ballroom peeking down at the whirlpool of colors below. No one was likely to look for her up here. The servant’s passage that led here was rarely used, and she was fairly certain that the knowe would hide the entrance for her, since she’d asked it nicely.

7. Lights Out In Babylon, Borderlands 2

When Maya was a child, the monks of the Order told her that her siren powers were a divine gift. They said that their god had created the sirens as his handmaidens, and when he came to bury humanity in endless rains, the sirens would stand by his side and call down the lightning.

8. Paint My Spirit Gold, Girl Genius

Agatha’s oldest soul marks are two patches of bronze underneath her armpits, like someone had scooped her up from behind. Uncle Barry had done so often, before he disappeared and left her with the Clays. In the years afterwards, it always made her smile when she saw them, remembering how he’d throw her up into the air. She didn't remember exactly when or how she’d gotten them, but now she thinks of Lady Vrin’s story—of the Holy Child who was stolen—and wonders.

9. And With the Sea I Did Abide, Naruto

Long ago in the Land of Whirlpools, there lived a princess with long, red hair that trailed behind her like a samurai’s banner. She was said to be the most beautiful woman in the world, and many warriors and princes traveled to ask for her hand in marriage. They quickly learned that though the princess was very beautiful, she was also very proud, and very strong. Those who were not chased away by her sharp tongue were thrown out with her powerful fists.

10. One Beating Heart, Girl Genius

In your father’s house, you meet a boy who loves fairy tales, and one in particular. He tells you often the tale of a girl-spark who leaves home to rescue her closest friend, who was stolen away mid-breakthrough. He leans forward, enraptured by his own tale, and says: she searches for a boy who no longer exists.

Tagged: you! Yes, you!

#meme #my fic

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le-souriant · 1 year

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#MusicMonday Review - February 2023

#MusicMonday is the hashtag I've been using for quite a while to share music recommendations from up-and-coming artists. Always fresh, and always different, trying to look for trends before they become one. You can check January's review for more music.

Thank you for flying Indie Airlines. Sit back, relax, and let us take you around the world for a glimpse of what the genre's current state is, with a word from the artists themselves. 🎧

The Optimists – Days Gone By

These are the nights to remember At the end of September Running down to the end of the street Falling over myself tripping over my feet And I walk alone To get back home And the days gone by We'll be forgotten by the end of the night

Our monthly trip begins in the Isle of Wight, England with an Indie Rock song perfect to listen at the break of daylight, after partying all night, as band member Matt explains:

"The track lyrically came to be when we were all experiencing nights out where everything would kick off, fights, drama, and this was happening in late September of 2021. Very quickly Bolton started playing this groove which was the intro, and Jacob very quickly came up with the drums and Aaron with his guitar riffs.

It all came together quite quickly, the only part that took some time was the vocal melodies as we went through quite a few ideas for them."

Shalom – DTAP

you got me dreaming and i can’t control the pace ‘cause i want you with me different time, any place

and i’m not trying to be affected in this way but i want you with me different time, any place

Don't you love the magic that happens when you dream of someone, and you don’t really care the where or when as long as the who is right? Brooklyn-based, South Africa-raised Shalom likes to talk tough, and play it cool too:

"Actually at the first show I ever played my now guitarist played her song ‘wild beast’ and it has the ‘you got me dreaming” lyric. It’s a song about wanting someone and so is dtap — all credits to my girl lizzie [Honey Girl]".

Colour TV – Wherever You Need

Sour grapes last As long as they last

A tourist in your hometown, style ripped from spirit The book of your life would have graffiti in it Wherever you need...

Back in the UK, let's go now to Cornwall for more Indie infatuation, roughly rollerskating in the dust as dusk descends on a love in which to trust:

"It’s more a fiction than firsthand, I was inspired by a play called The History Boys… the idea is that it’s about a boarding school where the student is having a relationship with the teacher (which hasn’t happened to me 😁).

But I didn’t want to make that the only interpretation you could make, that’s just one story you could take from it."

The Rockefeller Frequency – Karma Town

I just come to work for coffee and girls. Please don't question me. I spend all day, my head in the clouds. You don't have to scream it Steve. I need you to be nicer to me. Please don't steal my lunch. I'm not equipped for tragedy, at the best of times.

Coming up next, from Brisbane, Australia, an Indie track about this person that comes around, and goes around causing drama. Just remember, if you struggle with anything, just blame Steve:

"So basically it's about Steve Jobs. 😁 Not much more to say really but by many accounts he wasn't a particularly nice person so I guess this tune has taken that element on board for its main theme."

Gatto Black – Keeper

And I would’ve been your keeper But I guess that’s over now And I would’ve built your confidence But I’m 6 feet underground And I’ll have died for nothing If you don’t learn to love yourself

From Buffalo, NY, we end this month's songs with a Post-Hardcore track that teaches us to be keepers of the love we find, patient and kind:

"When I was very young I lost my mom quite suddenly. Even though I never really knew her, losing her has had an indelible impact on my life and the lives of my closest family members. In a lot of ways this song is me saying to myself the things I wish I could have heard her say to me.

If you’ve ever lost a parent, Keeper is for you. It’s my way of saying that they’re proud of you, and they know that you’re doing the best you can."

Listen to them and much more on the Playlist

@osornios

#music #MusicMonday #review #february #2023

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yuzuspace · 1 year

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neppa.

SUMMARY:

The feelings will fade away within the heat, right?

Relationship(s): Hinata Akira/Sakisaka Muku

Prompt: Neppa by Tephe, which you can see the shot is named after :> and also will stetson's cover of neppa is so (´▽`ʃ♡ƪ) yana neppa indeed!!

Notes: neppa brainworms. i was going to give this to tenkai but i figured that the gays need their first win :>

Akira isn't one to curse like his cousin who has a particularly colorful selection of words to use but goddamn, this fucking heat. He sighed as he felt sweat running down his back. He doesn't know if being in a small town makes it better or worse, he was searching for the nearest store that sold ice cream or anything cold.

This fucking heat, he swears. It has him running dry and maybe seeing things. His vision was either clouded by the haze of the heat or sweat accidentally getting into his eye. Summers are truly the worst, a sentiment he shares with a good amount of the population. Save for the fun festivals and trips to the beach and great festival food—everything is great! Except for the dreaded heat.

He ran his fingers through his thick black hair, sweat sticking badly. He hissed and fished out a clip from his pocket to keep his bangs from touching his forehead. Itaru would be proud of his hairstyle, taking up in his footsteps—a thing he would probably say if he was here. The taruchi hair, as his cousin would call it.

Speaking of Taruchi, he chews on his lip as he remembers how Itaru and Kai had initially planned out the Summer Training camp of Mankai Company to be held and their inn—the inn belonging to the Hinata family and how his cousin had essentially set up the biggest cliche in shoujo manga history: the Summer Festival event flag.

(He had walked in on one of their planning calls, which was met with a shriek from Kai but eventually pulled him along since they were family and if anyone knows the town like the back of his hand, it would be Akira. Planning was fun.)

His cousin playing cupid for her friends, a fun little scenario that runs through his head as he knows that she probably has a binder full of information and had planned five steps ahead but he soon started to wonder. Did she also have plans for him?

It was impossible, after all, she didn't know. She doesn't know. She couldn't know. Besides, he hasn't told her...yet.

"Aki," In his heat-induced vision, he sees a bright pink. A voice that matches the face, sweet like cotton candy, and a soft smile that could make someone's day. Was the heat so bad that he started seeing Muku? "There you are! Kai-chan is looking for you."

"Sakisaka-san." he gasped, laughing. He isn't real and it isn't like you've been getting dreams of this guy for the past three nights about falling in love with him. "This is another dream, isn't it?"

He could only smile back at him. "It's not a dream, I think." Muku pokes Akira's forehead with a giggle. Akira turns red, fucking red.

"M-Muku?!" He comes to his senses, the haze clears and he sees Muku's vibrant blue eyes. "I-I'm so—I'm so sorry, oh my gosh. It must've been the heat talking...!" he nervously explained.

"It's fine," the pink-haired boy offers him a smile for his worries. "The heat is really bad this year too."

"Want to get a drink?" Muku looks at him owlishly at Akira's offer. "F-For the heat. It's pretty hot, right?"

"Yeah, yeah—a drink sounds nice!" Akira sighed in relief and they walked to a vending machine, let's say—a quick walk of thirty seconds.

Goddamn, this fucking heat. Really. If Akira didn't have the restraint, he would be grumbling curses at the heat. Muku pants, hiding beside the vending machine in hopes of a shade. Akira blinked away the sweat in his eyes and gasped in relief as he feels the cold, cold sensation of ice-cold canned cola in his hands. He gets two (one for him and one for Muku) and an extra one, he has a feeling he'll need it.

He approaches Muku, who was squatting beside the vending machine. The princely actor sighed, somehow not noticing Akira towering over him and zoning out.

"Muku?" he called out. Once. He seemed to be in deep thought. Akira watched as sweat dripped down Muku's chin. He was mumbling something.

He tries again, this time waving his hand over his face. "Muku?"

Still not noticed. Akira sighed, squatting down with him. He pulls out the soda can and pressed it to Muku's cheek, earning him a yelp of surprise. He watches Muku's cheeks turn pink from the cold and the surprise.

"I lost you to the heat, huh?" Akira mumbled and grinned cheekily. They quietly stare at each other—Akira studies Muku's bewildered expression. Bright blue eyes under the light and blush from the cold sensation of the can on his cheek. He could see him shiver from the sudden cold, especially how close they are, noses nearly touching—

By god, he is adorable like this.

Muku comes to his senses and nearly turns as pink as his hair, suddenly jerks and stumbles back and falls to the ground—bottom first.

"Awawaa—S-Sorry!" Akira helps him up, dusting off his pants as Muku looked around. "Sorry, I kinda zoned out. Were you calling for me?"

Akira hummed, handing him the canned soda. "Yeah, kinda got worried there. Soda good?" The can's spirit is strong, and the crack of the metal and carbonate fizz is music to both of their dehydrated bodies.

"Are you okay though?" Akira asked, sipping on his soda. "That was...a fall." Muku blushes with embarrassment, hurriedly drinking his soda to avoid talking about it.

"Mhm, yeah! J-Just a little surprised."

Akira curses the heat. It's too hot to try and even worry about his tiny panic episode there. It's too hot to give himself a damn and think about his developing feelings but he gives himself this:

These feelings are fleeting like fireworks. That much he can accept. There's a high chance that Muku doesn't feel the same way, that he's just being nice. As he looked at Muku as they walked back, he thinks to himself, the feelings will fade within the heat, right?

Oh, how wrong he was.

#a3yume #a3! yume #yuzu's yume #yuzu: akimuku #HAPPY AKIMUKU CHRISTMAS!! FUCK #NEPPA BRAINWORMS ARE SO STRONG I CANT STAND IT

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