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ravens-two · 2 months
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PAC: Your First Time With Your Person 18+
This reading includes:
how your first time will be like w/ your person
where and how it might happen
The extended reading includes:
what you will think about it
what your person will think about it
Disclaimer: this is just for entertainment purposes, and as a pick-a-card reading it may not resonate for everyone. Also, this content is 18+ only!
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Pile 1
Emperor rx, Two of Pentacles rx, Tower, Chariot | Sun god
"Come all, come now; expand into the skies and into the shadows below."
Hi pile 1, the energy here is very very masculine and dominant. I feel like most of you will be the more submissive energy so I'm going to focus on that for the reading, but please switch it around if you feel like it applies better to you that way. Anyhow, there isn't any switching or "equality" here, this is straight up power exchange energy. You are giving in to your person, letting them do whatever they want with you, complete surrender. This isn't scary for you though, you are doing this because you trust them completely and know they will take care of you. Honestly, despite this whole power play thing (I'm even seeing some manhandling) the sex will be super loving. I truly don't see it being rough or your person calling you names or anything like that. It's like they want to make love to you, they want to make sure that every single one of your needs is taken care of, but they don't want you to lift a finger. Just lay there and let them make you feel good, basically. Ooof, your person isn't shy about what they want, pile 1.
I think that this might happen either during the day or you will go all night long until sunrise (I think that for most of you it's the later). I also get the feeling that this will happen during spring/summer, or on a nice weather day. For most of you this is also happening in a bedroom. The energy I'm getting is that you and your person will want complete privacy and knowing that you have the time to do whatever you two want. For a smaller part of you this might begin in the car and then you move to the bedroom. The energy here is very explosive, it's like at first you're not really sure if you want to do this now, but then all of a sudden you can't think about anything else. I think that you'll be trying to convince yourself not do it at first for whatever reason.
I can't stop hearing the song "You Shook Me All Night Long" by AC/DC, so this is some more confirmation that the sex is going to last awhile. Honestly, you should check out this song's lyrics if you aren't familiar, because I feel like it's totally the vibe of your first time with your person. They are crazy about you, pile 1, like crazy crazy. They have wanted to do this for a long time.
Also, let me warn you to make sure you're protected if you can get pregnant! Like, pregnancy is the energy here so be careful if that's a possibility for you. Not to be too explicit, but I'm also seeing a lot of fluids and playing with them, so make of that what you will. Also, if your person is a man he is BIG.
I think that some of you have like a daddy kink or authority figure kink and it's something that it will come into play as well. I think that they'll enjoy it very much as well. There's multiple orgasms here, and I think that you'll be coming very fast and very hard. It will be earth-shattering. For some of you I'm also seeing that the man might finish first - for some it might be a bit disappointing, but your person will make it up to you; for others though I think that it's because you're starting with oral first. Also, if you have breasts they love playing with your breasts, or maybe it's playing with nipples in general. But, yeah this will start with a lot of foreplay and then you guys will have multiple rounds.
Pile 2
Eight of Wands, Ace of Wands, Nine of Pentacles, Fool | Maiden
"Demand what is yours and take back what was taken. Reclaim until you've gathered all of you."
Pile 2, hi! The first thing I'm getting from this pile is that this will be your first time having sex. If this doesn't apply to you, it might be your first time having sex after a long pause or the first time having sex with someone of a certain gender, but if neither applies it might be that this pile isn't for you. I think that for most people this is about losing their virginity, though. No matter the case, I think that this will be really lovely. Your person will make you feel like a god/dess. There's a lot of passion here.
Just like pile 1, I think that this will happen in a "safe" setting, most likely in your bedroom or your person's bedroom. I think that this place has a feeling of luxury to it, even if it isn't exactly luxurious if that makes sense. Basically, it's very tidy, well organized, beautifully decorated, you feel welcome and relaxed in this place. I'm actually seeing a fur rug and throw blankets on a bed, so really comfy. I think that for most of you this isn't planned. I think that it just kind of happens that you have your person over or that you are at their place and then they do something that just makes you think "that's it, I need them". I get this feeling that you just suddenly realize how much you love and trust in this person so you try to initiate. I see you being a bit awkward at first, but you'll find your footing quickly. Before anything happens though I see you making out with your person and feeling each other up for a long time, then your person will ask you if you're really sure about that and then all hell breaks lose.
I think that you have a lot of pent up energy and desire and you want to get it out as quickly as possible, but your person will take over a little bit and slow you down. For one, they know that it might be a big mistake to rush you, but also they want to be thorough with it. This person wants to get to know every single inch of you, they want to know what you like, what you love, what you don't care for. They want to explore your body and consume you. It's like body worship really. It's like they don't want you to think about anything else, but their body on yours. (I also get the vibe that some of you are very anxious or over thinkers and your person really wants to make sure that you're grounded for once). I also get this vibe that your person thinks that you're a bit of a brat, in the best way possible though. I see them laughing as they say that.
Just like pile 1, please make sure to use protection if there's any possibility of a pregnancy. I think that there will be a lot of foreplay and you'll be having at least one or two orgasms before penetration (also if your person is a man I think that they're bigger than average). Your person really wants you to feel good. I don't see you having multiple rounds because I think that you're going to be exhausted pile 2. Maybe the next day, though. Afterwards you're just going to cuddle with your person and have some aftercare. And, also let me tell you that you person is amazing with aftercare they're just so loving and gentle, not wanting you to move a finger and making sure that you're completely taken care of. They may bring you some food and drinks and then tell you to take a nap.
I think that you'll be a bit transformed by this first time. It might be a bit different for everyone and that's why I can't really see how. But it will change the way you view yourself, your sexuality and even your person. I think that it will help you to bond even more with your person.
Pile 3
Lovers, Ten of Pentacles, Temperance, Queen of Pentacles | Self-worship
"My hands fold as I speak to the stars, watching as the sky holds its breath. It's in stillness that I find all that I am and all of divinity within me."
Pile 3, this is probably the most romantic pile here and honestly that's saying something because they've all been super sweet. But this is 100% old-fashioned romance. I can actually see it very clearly that you're going out with your person, maybe out to dinner at a fancy or fancier place and then going either to a hotel or to one of your places to continue the night. This is the only pile that I see going to a hotel actually. But, your person will give you flowers, I think that it will be red roses for most of you (a classic of course), but for others it will be a bit more personalized, like let's say that you love tulips then that's what your person will get you. I actually just heard that your person wants to wine you and dine you and in more than one way lmao. They're funny.
For this pile I think that you have been dating this person for a while, but you're taking things slow. I just get the feeling that you two really love each other - deeply - and you know each other well. This doesn't feel like something that would happen after two or three dates. You might actually know this person before you start dating too. Anyway, as I was saying this is old-fashioned romance. I see candles and rose petals on the bed. Some of you might actually start by taking a bath together or giving a massage to one another. I just see it being very sensual, but calm. You're not rushing here, you both clearly want this, but you know that you have time and it feels so much better to draw it out like this. You're like the third pile where I have to say this, but use protection if you can pregnant! Y'all are very fertile.
I think that you're going to start with oral, and for some of you there's even 69ing here. I'm also seeing lots of fluids here. Like, even your bodies are wet with sweat or from your bath or massage. But this feels very wet, let's put it like that. With the Lovers and Temperance here this is such more than sex for you guys. It's truly like two people becoming one, body and soul. I don't see you two talking much, it's like you don't need to, the connection between you two is so powerful and so deep it's almost magical. There's lots of hand-holding, gazing into each others eyes, holding each other close. It's so, so sweet. I think that you might tear up from emotion, from how much you love them. When it comes to positions I see you guys sitting, cowgirl and missionary. But, basically, it will be whatever can give you as much closeness as possible. I also see you person holding your face, like cradling your head and running their hands through your hair.
Honestly, this will be transcendental for you guys, you might even get like an out of body experience when you orgasm. It will be very very intense. I see some of you describing it as almost being a religious experience. I see that some of you will be squirting for the first time, so that might also be intense. This is just for a few of you I think, but you might have sex in front of a mirror or they might start it by touching you in front of a mirror. Almost being like "do you see how beautiful you are?", etc, that sort of thing. The aftercare will also be very sweet, and I see you being so in love with each other afterwards. Just talking and holding each other until you fall asleep.
Pile 4
Two of Swords, Knight of Pentacles, Four of Wands rx, Three of Wands | The lovers
"Love lulls all sorrow and bewitches flesh, mind and breath, reminding me that I am unafraid of the unfurling winds of my eternity."
Pile 4, this is the most negative pile out of them all. I'm really sorry for that. I would much prefer that they were all amazing and without any problems. I don't think that it's anything serious, but it will vary from person to person. Most of all, what I feel in this pile is anxiety and almost not feeling comfortable in your body. I think that some people here have sexual trauma, relationship trauma, or even body trauma. There might even have some eating disorders in this pile. No matter what it is and no matter the seriousness of the situation, it has left you uncomfortable with your body and with sex. So, I feel like most of you are going into this with a lot of anxiety. It's almost like you want this but you don't at the same time. I'm getting a very specific message that it's only meant for a couple of you: you might have sex with a stranger or hook-up with someone (basically something you wouldn't normally do) just to prove to yourself that you can. It's almost like you're trying to do exposure therapy to yourself. Now, I'm not saying if it's right or wrong, it's not my place to judge really, but just be careful.
For most of you though, this is happening with a partner. I think that you're going to be a bit unsure at the beginning, you want to want it, but you're not really there yet. Your partner is going to be incredible here, because they're going to move really slowly to get you as comfortable as possible and stopping to see if you're alright. I see them showering you with affection and basically praising you to the heavens. They're going to be super careful with touching you, up to a point where it almost annoys you and then you start to become more active let's say. I think that you're going to take charge of the situation at a certain point and guide your partner on how you need it. And honestly I think that they're very much into it.
Throughout the whole thing you're a bit self-conscious. I think that you might be suffering from low self-esteem and you're not entirely comfortable with your body and how you look. This might mean that you have sex basically in the dark, with very little light to make you comfortable. I don't think that this is happening in your house, so that adds a little bit to your anxiety, because you're in an unfamiliar place. I can't get much more information about it, it's almost like your person is trying to protect you and your privacy which is really sweet.
However, I see that you will be left very satisfied at the end lol. Not only that though, you will be feeling much more confident in yourself and your sexuality. I'm seeing you feeling so sexy at the end. It's probably because of your partner too. They'll be like "do you see what you did to me?" and completely disheveled, and you'll be like "oh shit". This will be a turning point for you. I'm really happy for you, pile 4! When it comes to your relationship it will also be taking it to the next level, not just intimacy-wise, but also in the trust that you have in each other.
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oops-all-concrete · 2 months
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What would you think of how would each BG3 companions to Tav being secretly a god that has been tagging along with them all this time? Just curious
(SORRY IT TOOK ME SO LONG TO GET TO THIS, MY BRAIN HELD MY MOTIVATION RANSOM MIDWAY THROUGH ME WRITING THIS)
Ooohhhhh this sounds funnyyyy
Context: I'm imagining Tav is a god and has God status, a place in the pantheon and everything, but-! So continuity makes sense and the whole journey is still necessary, I'd assume them a curious God of some miscellaneous small thing so their powers wouldnt be THAT useful anyhow (God of clouds, God of fur, God of bread) but yeah!
BG3 companions react to Tav secretly being a...God???
(MILD SPOILERS FOR ACT 1/2)
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Lae'zel -
She's suspicious at first, disbelieving of course. But as she watches Tav just summon (whatever they're the god of) from thin air, she frowns. "Chk. You may be of godly status, but if you're unwise enough to get kidnapped by a ghaik nautaloid, you are no mighty God." She finishes, nose upturned and almost- dissapointed??
Shadowheart -
Once shes been convinced, she frowns. "I don't think I've ever known of such a God...granted, Lady Shar only allowed for us to study her." She admits. She's quite hesitant, but she does ask. "Have you ever...met lady Shar/Seluné? Can you tell her I say hi? Is that appropriate?"
Wyll -
He's also hesitant to believe, but he's so curious once he believes you. "Wait, so, what's it like being a God? Does being a mortal feel weird? Are you immune to anything? What happens if you die? Does someone become the new God of what you're the God of? Are you even allowed to be here? What does the immortal plane smell like?" Just, a million and one questions and he wants ALL the stories.
Karlach -
"Woah! That's so cool, I wish I was a God...I'd be the God of potatoes. Is that already a thing?" Regardless if its true, she let's Tav have their fun. She also refers to every time she's saved by Tav as 'Divine Intervention' which isn't...wrong?
Gale -
"Ah, I got that impression, albeit with doubt." He says, sounding only a little smug. "Your disguise is well crafted, I'll give you that. Definitely something I aspire to learn from" he smiles fondly. Then there's a pause. "...I understand its not quite your field but you wouldn't be someone who could fix the whole...orb in me chest could you? Or would that also put you under Mystras ire?"
Astarion -
He seems immediately intrigued. "Really? I thought you were a little calm for all of this, but I never would have guessed- no offense. I'm sure you're very...powerful in your own way!" He says, somewhat forcing a smile. "So- does prayer work, or does the world have to be ending for everyone in order for you to pick up a summon?" He asks, curious, but seeming somewhat irritated too. He doesn't elaborate on why.
Halsin -
He seems doubtful at first but believes you quicker than you expected. "I hadn't imagined thr gods would send one of their own to come and save me from goblins or...help lift a shadow curse left by Shar of all people." He says, a faint smile on his face. "While I am in your debt, you should my life is already pledged to Silvannus. I hope what I'm already doing is enough"
Jaheira -
She looks Tav up and down, crosses her arms, and then- chuckles? "Sorry, I just- I feel like I finally have evidence I've been here too long. I haven't passed away to some dumb idea yet, so the Gods sent one of their own to get me." She laughs it off but then looks at Tab quite seriously. "...you're not here to get me are you?"
Minsc -
"I know!" He replies happily, not missing a beat. "Boo alerted me of your origins immediately. He's delighted to be joined by another of the pantheon, even if a lesser God" He smiles, mindlessly as ever.
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itjazzbicch · 8 months
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Biker Prince Charming
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Pairing:  Shinichiro Sano x GangLeader!Fem Reader 
First time writing for Shinichiro, so I hope I did well! 
Summary: After high school, the reader creates her own gang to create a statement and makes a big name for the gang, and when her crew crosses paths with Shiniciro's gang, she reveals to Shinichiro that she is the leader, making him wonder and need to know how she changed and wants to fix it...
Warnings:  Swearing, mentions of past bullying, depression implied on the reader
Word Count: 1.2k 
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"You just wait, you suckers! Our boss will be here any second!"
The only thing that my first division captain told me was that someone crossed into our territory, her vice-captain gave them a beating, and one of them escaped to get back up.
It wasn't like we were newbies around town, so only an idiot would come over to our side in the city.
"Listen, I'm not the kind of guy to fight girls," That voice. Shinichiro. "I just want to talk to your boss and work this out. Alright? Who is your boss, anyhow?"
Excessive bullying led me to create a gang full of girls to show these douchebag guys that we girls were strong too.
"Why, that would be me," Smiling at Shinichiro at the top of some steps in the alley, he was astonished.
We were childhood friends, and I understood why he was so shocked. Shinichiro knew how timid I once was, standing up to people who bullied me, always trying to make me smile. There was no denying that we had a strong friendship.
"Shinichiro, I had no idea this was their territory!" That guy that my girls took down looked like gangs were new to him.
"Bet you know now, huh?" One of my girls laughed at him, kicking some dirt at him, but stood straight at the sound of my command:
"Cut it out. Now."
Everyone in the alley stayed silent, eyes on me while I stood next to the street sign by the stairs with our emblem spray painted on it.
"See that, rookie?" Talking to the beaten-up guy on the ground, he watched me, learning and understanding, "That's our emblem. You see this somewhere? Get the hell out. Almost every gang around here will beat the crap out of you just for crossing territories."
He only nodded, scurrying away from my gang, hiding behind Shinichiro, who was still staring at me in disbelief.
"I'm fine with letting this go, Shinichiro, but it won't happen again," So much for Shinichiro wanting to talk to me, walking up the steps, not bothering to look, I commanded to my gang, "And girls, we'll discuss this tomorrow. I don't want to hear about any other bullshit tonight."
"Yes, Boss!' They all acknowledged and then parted ways.
I took my time up the stairs, pausing when I heard footsteps behind me.
"We still need to talk, Y/N."
Now, Shinichiro wanted to talk since everyone was gone. Of course.
"Then talk," I spat, not even bothering to look at him.
"What happened to you?" He couldn't get over the fact that what he was seeing from me was reality, "You're the Leader of that crazy chick gang? Really?"
"No shit. You just saw," Turning my head and beaming an eye at him, I lost my patience a long time ago, continuing to be straightforward, "So, if you want to talk, talk."
It was evident that he needed some time to process what just happened, thinking quickly and then offering:
"Meet me at our spot, and we can talk in a bit? I need a second. I can't believe this shit."
That made me laugh, finishing my walk up the stairs:
"You're not the first to say that to me. We're not kids anymore, Shinichiro. A lot has changed, but it's whatever. I'll see you later."
With my motorcycle at the top of the stairs, I kept laughing at him. He looked dumb standing there so puzzled, making my bike roar before I took off.
Shinichiro and I used to hang out when we could under a bridge on the far side of the city. I liked to go at night because you could see the shoreline from there and the sunsets were always beautiful.
Sure enough, when sunset rolled around, I drove over and found Shinichiro putting out his kickstand:
"Perfect timing, huh?"
"I guess so," I sighed, parking and slouching back on my bike, "So, you finally gonna speak your mind now that it's just us."
"Yeah," He murmured, still thinking and admitting, "I think it's pretty cool that there's a gang full of girls out here kicking ass. Talk about girl power."
"Your buddy learned that pretty well today," I laughed softly, explaining, "Some of my girls are crazy."
"I saw," Feeling his eyes on me, I knew he would start asking questions and spark a long talk, "But you know none of my guys would hit a girl. Why do you guys go and-"
"Don't even," I snapped, sitting up and glaring at him, "We don't just go and start fights with everyone we see. As Leader, I will admit my girls thought it'd be fun to pick on some dummy today. But you saw how they instantly shut up and stayed still when I told them to. Didn't you?"
Nodding to answer my question, I continued to show how I ran things in my gang:
"They did it because they knew they messed up, and I don't mess-ups. I'm ripping them a new one tomorrow at our meeting. You need to realize I'm not to be pushed. So, if you're trying to push my buttons, leave."
"No, Y/N," Turning to me, there was hurt in his voice, leaning to me and reminiscing, "What happened to the sweet girl that I knew?"
"She died," I said with no emotion, staring back into his eyes, "She's gone."
"Naw," Shaking his head, determination in his voice, "I can bring her back to life."
I wasn't ready to tell him why I felt I died inside and drastically changed, throwing another smart remark, "Yeah, right. Good luck with that."
"Think I won't try?" He always had good intentions and was trying to help, being bold by guiding me off my bike, keeping an arm around me, "I'm cool with being your knight in a leather jacket who rides a motorcycle."
I couldn't stand the charm he had, how cute his smile was, it almost made me fall, but I caught myself, straightening my posture, whispering dominantly:
"I don't need a knight when I don't need to be saved. You're making me think you're jealous because we both know no one would stop talking about you if you picked me up."
"I'd give up my whole gang just to save you and have you," Shinichiro's words took me aback because he wasn't a liar, needing my all to hide my emotions as his came out, "I can see it in your eyes. I can see the hurt. You know you have me, don't you?"
"I told you," Having to turn away, I got back on my bike, starting the engine, "People change. You think I need saved? I only realized who I really am."
"Come on, Y/N," My words hurt him, going to say more till I reached in my pocket, wrote on a small piece of paper on top of my thigh, then handed it to him.
"Look, I'm not completely heartless," I sighed, looking away while handing him my number, "There's my new number. Maybe we can hang out sometime, but no more, biker prince charming, shit."
That managed to put a smile on his face as he accepted it, getting on his bike too, trying to spend some more time together:
"A least go for a ride with me before you go? We can even race if you think you can."
He was a bit confused as to why I was laughing like a psycho, not knowing the power my bike had, having to tease him again as I blasted off, screaming at him:
"You don't stand a chance against the boss, pretty boy!' 
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slutforalastor · 1 month
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Say It With A Smile, Part 3
Most of the hotel's inhabitants have cleared out of the grand hall, leaving it serenely quiet; even your footsteps are muffled by the plush carpets snaking down the stairwell. The demon behind the bar remains at his post, dutifully drying mugs and drinking glasses laid out across the counter. His eyes are on the cloth, but his mind is on something else, his smooth, deep voice humming out a low tune. He's so preoccupied that he doesn't notice you until you sit down at a stool a little ways down from him. "Ah, sorry, I didn't expect anyone down this late. Just finishing up. Looking for a drink?"
You apologize for interrupting him, and say that you're more in the market for food than drink.
"Hey, keep those 'sorry's for someone who really deserves an apology. Company's always better when you're working, anyhow. I'm not much of a cook, but I'm sure I can scrounge up something for you. You have any… particularities I should know about?"
You tell him your preferences, and after a moment's thought, he busies himself with the rudimentary kitchen tools in the area behind the bar. While he's busy seasoning and sautéing, he multitasks with continued conversation. "So, what brought you here?"
"I got hit by a bus."
"What, was the bus on the way to the Hotel? Oh, you thought I meant what brought you to Hell." He laughs to himself, giving a little shake of his head. "Nah, I meant what brings you to the Hotel."
"I guess… I was just looking for someplace safe. It seems like everyone treats Hell like a contest they're going to win. I don't want to win anything, I just want to try to enjoy whatever time I've got left. I wasn't ever sure if there was something after death, but I'm not going to accept it being as hard as life up there was."
Husk gives you an approving nod, taking a moment to focus on the preparation. Once he's got your food to a simmer, the wafting scent making your stomach rattle with hunger, he's back in the conversation. "Well said. I think you're going to fit in just fine, then. Had much of a chance to meet anyone besides me?"
"That tall red demon showed me around. He's… very interesting."
Magnetic is a better way to describe him. It's difficult to explain his aura, but its polarity seems fine-tuned to your frequency, the kind of thing that can needle its way past the boundaries you'd spent a lifetime defining. The kind of thing that can pull you in from any distance.
Husk has different ideas, if the bristling of his fur at the mention of Alastor is any indication. "Listen, kid, you seem like a decent person, so let me tell you something: Alastor doesn't have many uses for decent people. The ones he does are things you don't want to be involved in. Sure, he'll be polite and charming, but the moment you do anything to cross him, or make him think you've got a trick up your sleeve, you'll have bought your ticket out of this afterlife, and even gamblers know better than to bet on a third chance."
You're a little confused. You can easily believe that he's an eccentric, maybe even with a violent streak, but it seems like all you'd have to do is just stay on his good side. Would he be here if he didn't have some restraint?
"Yeah, restraint's something he's gotten real good at. And manipulation's another. Don't think you'll be an exception; even the Princess ain't immune to him." Husk passes you a steaming plate of food, the most perfect-looking dive-bar fare this side of the Pentagram to your ravenous eyes. You're already digging in when he finishes his thought. "Just… watch your step around him, okay? You said Hell feels like a contest, and let me tell you, no one's more of a sore loser than him. And if he asks you to make a deal, give it some thought until the thought is that you shouldn't do it. Hell's a bad place to bring regrets."
Your mouth's too full to respond, so all you can do is think. Husk wouldn't have much to gain from starting drama, but the impression he gave of Alastor wasn't quite the one you'd gotten. But he had definitely known him for longer than you did. Then again, what was he still doing here if he was such a problem? Maybe you'd do well to just keep your guard up, maybe take both demon's words with a grain of salt. Pushing your cleaned plate back towards the bar's side, you thank Husk for the meal.
"Anytime, kid. And seriously, keep what I said in mind."
You will. But something Alastor said is in your mind as well. The haze you used to construct your space was very helpful for the basics, but it wouldn't make for very good sheets or pillows. In short, you have need of something, and his radio tower isn't much of a walk.
***
The stairs to Alastor's tower wait at the end of a lonely hallway, the atmosphere promptly changing from an upscale, classy getaway to a time capsule that makes you feel more like you're in a museum than anything else. The stairwell, alight with dramatic shadows from the gaslamps lining the walls, is a winding spiral hewn from wood. The steps are wide and low, angular like the smile of the demon they convey you to. Every inch of the walls not occupied by a lamp is papered with flyers for nickelodeon showings, radio host appearances, and antique receiver accessories, the air tinged with the ozone smell of electric power scorching the air around it. At the top, his door, locked with a peculiar mechanism mimicking the tunings knobs of old-fashioned radios, waited. A telephone handset was mounted to the door, the old-fashioned kind that had a separate piece for listening attached to the box, and a receiver for speaking into.
There isn't really a need to use it, though, because the door is ever so slightly ajar. You knock on it, the force enough to widen the gap a bit. Your wandering eye catches a glimpse of him in the room beyond; his waistcoat is draped across a chair that's settled before a massive broadcasting console, the glass beyond offering little more in your limited view than the deep maroon sky of Hell. Far more eyecatching, though, is the host of your hotel, sat on the edge of the bed with the cleaning demon from before winding a bandage around his midsection. His body is stitched with scars, the taupe tissue standing out against his beige skin. His head is down, but his eyes still give a soft glow, enough for you to see that even now, that grin remains.
You reel back, realizing you might be seeing more than you should. The rush of a shadow moving through ether confirms your fear, the Radio Demon rising to his full height inches from your face, his narrowed brow conveying what his sneer does not allow him to. "I heard your knock, little fawn. And I heard your heart speed up, like you know you're being hunted." His ears twitch, a raised hand crashing into the wall a hair's breadth away from your head, the rest of his body boxing you in. "You weren't supposed to see that, you know."
You don't know why. He's just getting an injury bandaged.
"No one should be able to hurt me. No one should be able to weaken me. No one can know." The static that punctuates every syllable is growing sharper, the crackling increasing in frequency. His antlers are growing steadily, his limbs beginning to contort, stretching thinner. For a moment that spans the length of a nightmare, you feel your imminent death at the end of his lengthening claws. He breathes deep, inhaling the fear coursing down your body. Then, mercifully, he recedes. His body settles back to something more familiar, his scorn softening. "But you… You're a stranger, aren't you? You're not even enough of a somebody to be a has-been. You're no threat to me, are you little fawn?"
Quivering in residual fear, you shake your head no, of course not, you're a nobody. He doesn't even know your name.
"I don't! Well, how very rude of me. To make it up to you, why don't you join me for tea? There's something I think I'd like to discuss with you."
With a widening smile and a firm hand on your back, he guides you into his chamber, the door behind you shutting firmly.
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havecourage-darling · 2 years
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Lucky Number Seven
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blue-serendipity asked: Hello you :) To say i fell in love with the way you write Eddie is a total understatement! Idk if you have your requests open but i thought to just try my luck. Was thinking of Eddie X Reader where the reader has similar powers to Eleven and knows the whole Hawkins gang from before Season 4 ? She (or GN Reader) is also quite Eddie's age, maybe 1-2 y older. If you ever have time for this, you would make a tiny fan from far away mega happy! Anyhow, lots of love and can'T wait for more stories^^
A/N: You might have been looking for something a little more romantic lol but I already had most of this written and on the backburner while finishing the Firsts series. It's barely proof read so excuse any inconsistencies or typos. Additionally, I had a POC reader in mind when writing this, but should read easily. Hope you like it! xo
(also, if anyone has any burning requests...I'm happy to try my hand at any!)
Pairing: Eddie Munson x Female Adopted!Hopper Reader
wc: ~6.8k
warnings: cursing, S4 V1 spoilers
Masterlist || AO3 link
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You knew you should’ve gone to California with your sister.
Hawkins was never going to let you out of its grip. Eleven knew that, Joyce knew that, that’s why they left this haunted town. But now it was too late. You were here and you were the only thing left that could help your friends. Your family. You were a Hopper now. Hoppers didn’t run from danger.
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“I’m setting up base of operations here,” Dustin said, and you glared at him.
“I spent all morning organizing those tapes,” you said. Dustin waved a hand, your usually affective glare never worked on him. From the moment you’d met him when he’d found you and Eleven in the woods, he’d never been afraid.
“I need to find Eddie’s friends phone numbers,” Dustin said to Steve.
You glanced at Robin who shrugged and sighed as she picked up the tapes he’d knocked over. Eddie? Who was Eddie?
“Your new best friend who you think is cooler because he plays your nerdy game?” Steve asked, his tone betraying his jealousy.
Hiding a smile, Robin bumped her elbow with yours as she handed you the tapes.
“I never said that!” Dustin argued. “Besides, Sev is the coolest out of all of you.”
Steve shot him an indignant look and you punched Steve in the shoulder. “I am cooler than all of you,” you said.
Max nodded. “That’s true, Lucky is above you all.”
“What, just because she has superpowers?” Steve hissed. “Not all of us can be that cool.”
“So, you admit, I’m cool?” You said, smiling when he shot you a look.
You don’t remember when everyone had started calling you Lucky but you think it was around the time Eleven had been shortened to El. She still called you Seven and you still called her Eleven. The ink on your wrists made sure you’d never escape it, so why bother trying?
“Saturday is our busiest day,” Robin snapped, organizing the paperwork that had gone flying.
“This cannot wait!” Dustin half shouted and you hid your grin. You would deny it, but Dustin had always been your favorite. Well, and Will – you’d already been out to visit once and the two of you had been attached at the hip. He never thought you spoke too little and he never minded when he needed to explain things you didn’t understand to you.
“Do you want to strangle him or should I?” Steve asked.
“Lucky could dangle him in the air maybe?” Robin said. “That would teach them.”
You grinned at that, imagining Dustin’s outraged expression as you lifted him into the air.
“Don’t you dare,” Dustin said, not looking away from the computer. “You shouldn’t waste energy like that.”
And like that, the smile dropped from your expression.
“Dude,” Steve hissed. “Too far.”
Max’s expression turned sympathetic and you whirled away from them. You should’ve made peace with it already – Eleven seemed to and she’d completely lost her powers. After Starcourt, and the Mind Flayer, your powers had weakened and dwindled to a fraction of what they had once been.
You’d been practicing over the winter and had gotten better. Slowly. Painfully slowly. Dustin, Mike, and Lucas had taken to holding practice in the woods by your cabin after school. Steve and Robin showed up half the time, to supervise they’d say. You knew Steve was just worried you’d be pushing yourself too far.
“Sorry,” Dustin said, finally breaking his gaze with the screen and offering up his fist. “Too far.”
Bumping his fist, you accepted his apology. “What are you two doing here anyway?”
Max and Dustin exchanged looks. Oh no. The knot in your chest tightened even further.
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As you watched Dustin lead you all towards the boat house behind this stranger’s house, you felt Steve tug at your wrist.
“Are you okay?” He asked, eyes darting around the dark woods.
“I’m fine,” you said, smiling at him. Steve, Robin, and you had become a lot closer after working together at Scoops Ahoy. It was your dad that had suggested you get a job and make friends that summer. When he’d adopted you and Eleven – his ‘nieces’ – you knew the town had a harder time with you. You didn’t look like they did. You didn’t blend as easily. You didn’t fit in as well as Eleven did, which was saying something. Your friends knew it, everyone did really, and without Jim or Eleven…your friends made you feel a little less alone.
“Don’t worry, it might be nothing,” Robin said, coming up to your other side.
“Or he might be just a regular murderer!” Steve said.
Dustin whirled around and glared at you three. “He’s not a killer!”
“I don’t know him,” you clarified, and you didn’t. You had managed to take to school a lot better than Eleven and were able to graduate within two years. You hoped she was having a good time with Mike’s visit. She had been hoping that you’d visit but, you didn’t want to spend too much of the money Hopper had left you both. You wanted Eleven to go to college, to have a normal life. You could wait until she was set.
The door creaked open and you pushed Dustin and Max behind you. “Stay close,” you said to them, voice not leaving room for arguments.
“He’s not a killer,” Dustin insisted.
“I don’t care if he’s goddamn Mother Theresa, listen to her,” Steve hissed at them. Max stayed close to your side, her eyes darting across the smaller room.
You watched Steve grab an oar and begin stabbing at the boats. Dustin and Steve started squabbling and you fought the urge to roll your eyes.
“I know you think it’s funny but considering that everyone in this room has nearly died a hundred times,” Steve said, hand on his hip, “personally, I think it’s just good sense. Besides, we’re trying to conserve her energy, remember?”
Crossing your arms, you nodded. Steve was right, in Hawkins, caution was always best.
Dustin opened his mouth when the tarp flew off the boat and a man with a broken bottle in his hand jumped towards Steve. Instinctively, you shoved Max and Robin behind you. A hand grabbed the back of your jacket tightly in their fists and your hand was already reaching for Dustin.
“Eddie! Eddie! Stop!” Dustin screamed, his hands up. “It’s me! It’s Dustin! This is Steve!”
When there was no recognition in his eyes, you lifted your hand. Eddie’s eyes went to you and Dustin’s panic elevated.
“Wait, wait, Luck – don’t. Give me a second!”
His words fell away at the sight of the glass pressed against Steve’s throat. His eyes were lit with fear and the need to protect the last of your family surged within you.
“Dustin,” you said, words pried from your throat.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck, everyone calm the fuck down!” Dustin shouted. “This is Steve, he’s not going to hurt you, right Steve?”
“Right, right,” Steve said, voice strangled.
“Steve, why don’t you drop the oar?”
At the loud sound of the oar dropping, Eddie pressed the bottle more firmly to Steve’s throat and you had had enough.
“No more,” you said, and Eddie’s eyes darted back to you. Reaching within, you grasped at the smaller, but still powerful, embers in your chest. They lit up, responsive, and you concentrated on removing the threat.
“Luck – wait – no, shit! Robin!”
Before anyone could touch you, you lifted Eddie into the air and tossed him to the other side of the room. He landed with a thud and you ran to Steve. Planting yourself in front of him, Steve’s hand came up to your back.
“Hey, I’m okay, I’m okay,” Steve murmured, squeezing your shoulder. “It’s okay. Dustin, go check on Eddie.”
Dustin scampered over to Eddie and you watched as the man in question bounced up to his feet. “What. The. Fuck. Was. That!”
“That was…um, that was,” Dustin scrambled, looking a little panicked, “I – she’s-”
You watched Eddie tremble and a faint bell rang in the back of your head. You’d seen him before – you recognized him. He sat at the loud table at school – Nancy had pointed him out to you a few times when he was shouting in the cafeteria. His usual smug look was gone and he looked…scared, of you. You didn’t like that.
“I’m Lucky,” you said, stepping forward slowly, hands up. “I’m Chief Hopper’s daughter.”
Eddie’s brown eyes darted to you and he took a step back, stumbling into Dustin.
“She’s cool, Eddie, I swear she’s cool,” Dustin rambled, “you just scared her. She’s a little…protective.”
“She just lifted me into the fucking air man,” Eddie’s voice shook.
Chewing on your cheek, you knew there was no way to talk yourselves out of that one.
“How about we all explain what we know…you first…” Robin said, walking slowly to them, “we just want to know what happened.”
“You won’t believe me,” Eddie said, eyes still on you. Tilting your head, you realized he looked panicked but not scared of you, not anymore. That was new. Everyone always looked a little scared of you – both of you – at first.
“Try us,” Max said.
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“You’re gonna scare him,” you said to Dustin, tone unapproving.
“Why would I scare him?” Dustin asked, forging ahead with the bags in his hands. You narrowed your eyes and Robin huffed a laugh.
“Scaring people is not nice,” you said to Steve who nodded solemnly. You elbowed him and he cracked a smile.
“It’s fun,” Robin said, watching as Dustin kicked the door open and Eddie’s loud Jesus Christ made Steve laugh.
Walking in after them, you felt a little apologetic when handing Eddie the cereal you’d picked out. Instead of mistrust, you saw his eyes light up as he reached for it eagerly. Your hands brushed as he took it from you, both of you freezing at the contact. His eyes met yours and you furrowed your brows. What was that? Why did that feel like you’d been shocked?
Trying to look normal, like always, you tucked a strand of hair behind your ear and moved towards Steve. You watched his face fall as Dustin explained to him what you’d all figured out.
“Hunt the freak right?” Eddie said, voice angry.
“You’re not a freak,” you said, despite not really knowing much about him. You didn’t like that word. Everyone looked over at you, surprised, and you shied away into Steve’s shoulder. Eddie’s mouth curved up before turning back to Dustin.
“We are down a few members,” Steve admitted, scratching at his face, his other arm coming around you. “We usually rely on El and Luck, to be fair.”
Dustin nodded.
“Who’s El?” Eddie asked, eyes darting between you all.
“My sister,” you said, your fingers dancing across the numbers on your wrist. “She’s my sister.”
Eddie’s brows raised. “And does she have the force also?”
“I don’t get that one,” you whispered to Steve who smiled almost instantly. You turned to Dustin who sighed.
“Star Wars, remember, I showed you the movies?”
You shook your head and turned to Eddie. “I don’t know a lot of things,” you said, clarifying. Eleven always felt embarrassed by both of your lack of knowledge – she had thrown herself into magazines and Max had helped her along the way. You, however, didn’t mind so much. Usually someone was happy to explain it to you.
“What she means is, she doesn’t know pop culture,” Steve said, looking a little defensive at Eddie’s snort. “She’s not dumb. She graduated with a 3.5 GPA,” he said, looking proud and you smiled. Nancy had practically lived at your house – tutoring you.
Dustin sighed. “The point is, yes, they both have the force.”
“That’s cool,” Eddie said, eyes still on you. Usually, it made you uncomfortable when people stared – and they always did. His was okay. It felt…nice? “Where exactly did they get the force from?”
“We went over this yesterday,” Robin reminded him.
“They were experimented on, in the lab, remember?” Dustin said quietly.
You didn’t know why everyone felt so weird about it. Whether bad or good, it was still the truth. Eleven and you had come to the conclusion that it made people uncomfortable to think of what you’d both gone through. They weren’t necessarily bad memories, not all of them.
Eddie’s eyes traveled up to yours and you smiled, trying to seem less intimidating. His returning grin was wide, and made your stomach flip.
You all heard the sirens at the same time and whirled into action.
“Tarp, tarp!”
Darting to the window, you saw the patrol cars zoom past Rick’s house.
“They’re going somewhere in a hurry,” Steve said, already reaching for his keys.
“Let’s follow them,” Max said, grabbing her backpack. You walked back to the boat, slowly peeling back the tarp and nodded down at Eddie.
“They’re not coming here,” you said quietly, giving him room to sit up. “Don’t worry, I won’t let anything happen to you.”
His eyes darkened, his hands clutching at the cereal box. “Thanks, Hopper.”
You smiled at the sound of your last name. It still never ceased to bring you a bittersweet feeling. If you lived long enough, you wanted to do something good with your life. So his name would still live on. Lucas once said you’d make a good lawyer.
“Luck, let’s go,” Max said, beckoning your forward. You glanced at Eddie before shaking your head.
“You guys go check it out and come back for me, okay? I’ll stay here with Eddie.” Robin and Max nodded, both of them already heading out for the car. Dustin hesitated at the door, eyes tracking you both.
Steve, however, protested. “Absolutely not, what if someone comes by?” Steve said, hands on his hips.
“That’s why I’ll be here,” you said, looking up at him. “To keep him safe.”
“I meant for you,” Steve said, hand coming up to your shoulder, “you don’t have as much juice anymore. What if someone sees you with him? You’ll be added onto their list. It’s too risky – no offense Munson.”
“None taken!”
Steve’s worry felt familiar, he always worried for you. Dustin usually did too – a little more subtly than Steve.
“I killed a demogorgon,” you reminded him, “I helped close the gate. No one is scarier than the Mind Flayer. I’ll be okay. I’ll have the radio. You can call me if you’re worried.”
“Luck-”
“Steve, she’s decided. Besides, it’ll probably be safter for both of them here. Come on,” Dustin said, shooting you a look before jogging out the door.
“I’ll be back, okay? If you need me, come find me. Seriously.”
You hugged Steve tightly and shook your head. “If you need me, let me know. I’m still the strongest one.”
“Yeah, yeah,” he said, squeezing you. With one last glance, Steve disappeared out the door.
“You two are sweet,” Eddie’s voice was teasing. You turned around to look at him and felt confused. Steve could be sweet but he could also be annoying.
“I guess?” You said, not sure what the right answer was.
“I didn’t know you two were dating,” Eddie said, kicking his feet up onto the edge of the boat. “Didn’t keep up with Harrington when we were in school.”
“I’m not dating Steve,” you said, disgust in your voice evident. “He’s like…he’s like…” you tried to search for the right word.
“Was on the varsity basketball team? On the swim team? Everyone’s type?”
“…my brother,” you said, grinning when you found the right word, “he’s like my brother.”
Eddie’s expression stilled before laughing. “Okay, that’s not what I was expecting,” Eddie said, shaking his head.
“It’s like Jonathan and El,” you said, nodding as the words came to you. “Jonathan Byers?”
“Yeah, I know him,” Eddie said.
“Jonathan and El are like Steve and me,” you said, proud of yourself. “You know?”
“Not really,” Eddie laughed lightly again, he had a nice laugh, you thought, “but I get the gist of it.”
Smiling, you sat onto the floor, with your back against the door. “I don’t think anyone wants to date a freak,” you said, pointing at yourself.
Eddie’s brows rose. “A freak?”
“Did you think you were the only one?” You asked. “This town doesn’t like me either.”
Something flashed across Eddie’s face, too quick for you to read.
“Then they’re idiots because I already like you and you’ve thrown me across the room with your mind. I’ve only known you for like, a day.”
Flustered, you didn’t know where to look and settled on your hands. “Thanks.”
“Why did you stay?” He asked.
“What?”
“Your sister, El, she left with the Byers, right?”
You nodded.
“Why did you stay if this town is cursed?”
Robin had asked you that the day after El had left. She’d found you crying in your cabin, alone.
“Because it is cursed. This is where I was born,” you said, “this is where my dad lived. I don’t know anywhere else. El…needed to leave. The bad memories stayed with her. I don’t want to run from them, I have spent too much time running.”
“That is…incredibly insightful and sad.”
You laughed. “I’ll leave one day. Maybe New York City?”
“I’ve heard it’s pretty cool there, great music scene,” he said, coming over to sit by you. At your look, he grinned. “I can hear you better from here.”
His shoulder pressed into yours and you suppressed the smile building at the contact.
“Alright then, Hopper, let’s play twenty questions.”
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“Is that…what happened to Chrissy?” You asked quietly. Your mind replayed the sound of Patrick’s bones snapping.
Your emotions were all over the place. The adrenaline was wearing off and you felt exhausted.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Eddie muttered, trying to start the engine.
“Eddie!” You screamed.
“I’m trying!”
You watched Patrick and Jason’s bodies getting closer and closer. Suddenly, Patrick disappeared.
“Wait,” you said, “where’d he go? Where’d the other one go?”
Eddie turned to glance at the water and he stilled. “Oh no.”
The lights from the boathouse flickered and Eddie groaned.
“It’s happening again,” he mumbled, hand coming to your leg. Your eyes stayed on the water, ready to act, when his body was flung into the air. Surprised, you stumbled back, landing hard on your hip.
“What’s happening? Eddie, what is that!”
“Fuck it, come on,” he said, pulling you into the water. You swallowed a mouthful of water, not ready, and felt Eddie pull you towards the shore.
“I can help him!” You said, looking around for what was hurting him. “I don’t see anyone!”
“There isn’t anyone,” Eddie reminded you, “he’s in the upside down!”
Once you felt dirt beneath your feet you whirled around at the sound of breaking bones. “Eddie!”
“Don’t look, don’t look,” he insisted, pulling you to him.
Your heart broke as you heard his body hit the water.
“We have to go, Hopper – come on.”
“Hey,” Eddie said, “you’re shivering.”
You were. Your entire body was soaking wet and the night air had cooled off enough to make you feel like you were inside a freezer.
“Here,” he said, pulling his jacket over your shoulders. Eddie’s scent immediately filled your sense, the jacket chasing the chill away.
“Thank you,” you said quietly.
“Is that…what you’d dealt with before?”
Shaking your head, you closed your eyes, trying to forget the sight. “No…I could always fight something before. This time…it was invisible. I’ve never been helpless like that.”
“Hey, you couldn’t have helped,” Eddie said, sitting down next to you, “nothing could’ve helped him.”
You frowned, shaking your head, and feeling despair in every atom of your body. Leaning into his warmth, you couldn’t help but tuck your face into his chest. His arms came around you, one hand rubbing your back.
“You did everything you could,” he said, stern. “This is not your fault. You’re not fucking invincible. You’re not a superhero.”
Shoulders dropping a little, Eddie pulled you into the space between his legs. You glanced up at him, surprised, and he smiled. “Trust me?”
You nodded without hesitation and he huffed a laugh.
“Lean back,” he instructed. You pressed your back to his chest and he laid his head against the rock behind him. “I’ll take the first watch, try to sleep.”
“I can’t sleep,” you protested, “what if someone finds us?”
“Then I’ll wake you up,” he promised, “look, it’s almost – shit, my watch broke. Well, it’s probably one in the morning at this point. We’ll try to find the others the second the sun is up and we’re not fumbling blindly in the dark. You look ready to fall over. You said you trust me.”
You narrowed your gaze. “Friends don’t lie,” you told him.
“Friends don’t lie,” he echoed, pulling you back into his chest.
“Thank you,” you said, after a beat, “for pulling me to shore.”
“I wasn’t going to leave you there, you were freaking out,” he said, his breath fanned over your ear, making you shiver. “Still cold?”
“No,” you said, burrowing into the collar of his jacket. “I’m good.”
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“Luck?” Steve shouted. You sat up, excited to hear your friends. You’d both barely slept as the sun rose. You’d both managed to steal a walkie from a nearby policeman and notify the others of where you were.
“Steve!” You shouted back.
Despite your eagerness, Eddie planted himself between you and the direction of the footsteps.
“It’s them,” you told him, placing a hand on his arm.
“I know,” he said, still suspicious. His expression caused your stomach to flip. You could break someone’s arm without much strain and he was worried about you.
Within seconds, you saw Dustin’s relieved face. “Here they are!”
“Holy shit, I was fucking worried,” Steve said, running towards you and all but swinging you in the air. “What happened?”
Eddie launched into the explanation, words frantic and fast.  
“When we got to shore, we tried to call you guys but the walkie was dead man,” Eddie took the water canister from Dustin and opened it. Handing it to you gently, you felt his eyes on you as you drank from it. With shaking hands, you handed it back to him. He eyed you a bit before taking a sip.
Pulling Eddie’s leather jacket around you tightly, you shivered. You’d never seen anything like that…the way his body had snapped. Eleven mentioned it once, a long, long time ago when you were both a lot younger. You’d been taken out the lab for a test in a town over after…after Eight had escaped Papa wanted to test your powers – to see if he could control them easier.
When you’d come back, everyone was gone. Everyone except Eleven. Papa told you not to ask any questions and that it was important you stayed safe. He kept you and Eleven closer after that.
“That wasn’t normal,” you said to them, “what happened to that boy…that was…that-”
Eddie pulled you into his arms and you fought off the memories that flooded your mind. You weren’t in the lab anymore. Papa was dead. He couldn’t hurt you. El was safe. You were safe. It was okay.
“We’re good, okay?” Eddie said quietly. “We’re okay.”
Taking a deep breath, the way Hopper had taught you, you counted up to ten.
One, two, three, four…
After a few deep breaths, you stood up again. Shaking your arms out you nodded to your worried friends. “I’m okay – I’m okay now.”
You half-heartedly listened to them talk about how to kill Vecna and what your next move should be while you kept an eye on the trees around you.
“Wait, maybe…we sneak into his lair and she can end him, right?” Lucas said, motioning to you.
Wanting to feel useful, you nodded. “I can help, when do we go? How do I get to him? Maybe the house?” You wanted this threat gone. Nothing could come over to this world – not after it had threatened Max. If it got Hawkins and El found out – she’d come home. If she came home, she’d be in danger. You couldn’t risk her. Not any one of your friends.
“No!” Steve and Eddie said at the same time.
Everyone looked to the two of them with varying degrees of surprise.
“Why not?” You asked, crossing your arms. “I’m the best option.”
“Well, for one, you and El never fought separately. You usually used both your powers,” Steve said.
“And it’s too dangerous,” Eddie added.
“Your powers aren’t what they used to be,” Max said.
You frowned and motioned to where you were standing. “Look around, there’s nothing else coming to help us. We don’t have any other options. It has to be me.”
“No,” Eddie said again, standing up and crossing over to you. “You haven’t slept in days, you barely ate anything, and you swallowed like a liter of lake water when we swam out the lake. It’s too risky.”
Exasperated, you turned to Steve who shook his head. “I’m with Munson on this.”
“Dustin!” You shouted, wanting back up. He ignored your cry and raised his arm.
“Boom! Bada, bada, boom. I was right!”
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“No way,” you said, stepping forward to keep Dustin from getting on. “You stay with Max and Lucas. Keep them safe.”
“What! That’s not fair, it’s my goddamn theory,” Dustin complained.
“You heard her,” Robin said, hand reaching for his compass.
“Who put her in charge?” Dustin said.
“I did,” Robin said.
You crossed your arms. “Plus, I’m the strongest,” you said again, “do I need to remind you guys how many times I’ve saved your asses?”
Eddie snorted, sitting down and grabbing an oar.
Steve pushed the boat off into the water and climbed in at the last second. “Hey!” Dustin screeched.
“Holy shit, can he get any louder?” Robin groaned as she pulled the oar.
Eddie smiled at you, brows raised and you rolled your eyes – hiding your smile as you turned around. How had you spent the last twenty-four hours with a practical stranger and now you felt connected to him in a way you’d never felt before. The way his eyes stayed on you made you wonder if he felt it too.
The boat reached the middle of the lake quickly and Robin pulled you all to a stop. Glancing at the compass, you realized you must be on top of it now. Without a word, Steve started to pull at his shoes and you straightened.
“Steve, what are you doing?”
“It has to be me,” he said.
“Absolutely not,” you said, standing up, “I’ll go.”
“You barely know how to swim,” Steve said.
“You taught me!”
“Yeah, barely,” he snorted, “you almost drowned us both at the pool last summer. Remember?”
“I did not,” you huffed, “what if there’s something down there?”
“Luck, Steve’s got this,” Robin said, tugging you.
“Yeah,” Eddie said, dragging out the word, “I vote for Harrington.”
“Of course, you do,” Steve said, snorting. “At least I know you’ll try to keep her safe.”
Confused, you tried to argue when you realized Eddie was turning red. Annoyed, you crossed your arms and sat with your back to Steve until he tossed his shirt at your head.
“I’ll be fine, I’ll be right back,” Steve said, hand squeezing your bicep as you scowled. Without another word, he bent his knees and dove into the water.
Eddie’s hands came up to you as the boat wobbled precariously. “He’ll be fine,” he said, plucking a cigarette into his mouth.
“Gross,” Robin said, grabbing it from his mouth and snapping in half.
“Hey!”
“She hates it,” Robin said, nodding at you. You had. Hopper had quit a few months into you living with him. The smell always reminded you of the bad man with the electric stick. Eddie immediately dropped the pack onto the boat. Eyes on the water, you tried to ignore them both.
“Nancy,” you said, practically ready to dive in after him.
“One minute,” she said, peering over the edge with you.
“Everyone calm the hell down, he’s fine,” Eddie said, hand gripping your – his – jacket so you wouldn’t fall in.
A second later, Steve gasped and splashed water on the other side. Almost tipping the boat in your rush, you placed your hand over his. “Are you okay?”
“Yeah, I found it, I found the gate,” he said, gulping air down. “It’s more a snack size gate than a mama gate but still, it’s pretty damn big.”
Your chest tightened. Not again. You’d closed the gate, hadn’t you? You and El? And Hopper. After Starcourt this was all suppose to be over. That was the reward after the price you paid. This was over.
Pulled from your memory, you watched Steve get pulled under again. Your grip on his hand had him surge up. Confused, you both looked at each other before he was ripped from your grasp.
“Steve!” You screamed, panicking.
“What the hell was that?” Eddie shouted.
Robin and Nancy shifted, rocking the boat precariously. Your mind was running a million miles a minute and you knew Steve didn’t have much. Whatever pulled him under was probably pulling him through the gate.
Without thinking twice, you stood and felt a hand wrap tighter around your jacket. “No, you can’t – you can’t go in there.”
“Stay here,” you said, slipping out the jacket - and his grasp - and dove into the cold water. Kicking hard, you found yourself slipping through the gate quickly. Gravity quickly took hold of you and slammed you into a rough floor.
Blubbering, you tried to cough out the water from your chest when you heard Steve screaming. “Steve!” You shouted, trying to find him. The ground was cracking, the sky dark and ominous. Every hair on your body stood and you ignored it all until you saw Steve fall to the floor.
“I’m coming!” You screamed, running towards him. As you ran, you reached for the energy inside you, bending it to your will. Before, you would’ve been able to dispatch all three of them but you could only barely control two. Aiming for the one wrapped around his neck you pulled at the thread you could see in your mind.
Seconds later, it exploded. The blood splattered and Steve gasped for air. The ones on his side screeched, aiming for you and you panicked. Closing your eyes, you frantically aimed for the closest and it split in half. The other slammed into your chest and you went down.
Arms flailing, you felt like you were underwater, hitting whatever you could reach. Its claws sank into your skin and you screamed.
“Get the fuck off her!” A third voice joined you, slamming it into the air and it’s loud screeching abruptly cut off.
You blinked, dizzy, and saw Eddie peer down at you. “Why the fuck did you jump? You stupid brave hobbit!”
“Incoming!” Nancy screamed, oar flying in her hand.
“Get me up,” you said, “help me up!”
Eddie’s arms darted under yours and he hauled you to your feet. Swaying, you closed your eyes and tried to concentrate.
“What are you doing?” Eddie said, voice panicky and high pitched.
You ignored him and tried to remember what you were fighting for. You needed to get out of here alive, you needed to keep your friends alive, and your sister safe.
Pulling from what felt like the depths of your soul, you imagined Papa, staring at you and wanting results. With your arms up, you let out a scream as the creatures burst, all at once, carcasses dropping onto the ground with a disgusting sound.
Going limp, you felt Eddie catch you, sinking to the floor with you.
“What did you do?” Steve screamed, blood dripping from his face. His hands darted around your body, looking for wounds he could take care of but you knew he wouldn’t find any.
“Is she okay?” Robin asked anxiously, her hand gripping Nancy’s shoulder. You blinked, gaze going to the wide-eyed boy who’s lap you were in.
“Hi,” you said, voice a little slurred.
“Hey,” he answered back, his tone a little shocked. “Has anyone told you that you’re kind of amazing?”
“Yeah,” you said, honestly, liking the laugh he barked out after.
“Okay, lets go back through the gate before she passes out and can’t hold her breath. I can push her up to the surface with me if one of you helps me,” Steve said to your left.
“Look, there’s more,” Nancy whispered.
“I can get them,” you struggled to stand.
“Yeah, and lose whatever you have left? I don’t think so,” Steve said, tone leaving no room for argument. “You look like you’re about to pass out.”
“I can do it,” you insisted.
“Hey, we got it, okay?” Eddie said softly.
You stopped struggling against his hold and slumped back down. “Okay,” you said as another wave of nausea hit you.
“We can take them,” Steve said, voice trailing off as all your heads turned up to watch a flock come your way.
“Let’s go into the woods!” Nancy said, grabbing your arm and hauling you onto your feet. She wrapped an arm around your stomach and yours around her shoulders. “Munson! Look alive!”
Eddie came to your other side and they pulled you forward into the trees.
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“Steve, Robin, I’m fine,” you assured them for the tenth time in five minutes.
“You didn’t wake up for a few minutes,” Robin said.
“But I’m awake and fine now,” you said. Mostly. The nausea still rolled through you every so often. You were almost at Nancy’s house – it wasn’t too much further.
“In their defense, it did look a little worrisome for a while there,” Eddie jumped in, his hand still in yours. Nancy had fallen away once you’d woken up by Skull Rock, all of them leaning over you. Eddie had given you a relieved smile and threaded his fingers through yours. Just in case, he’d said.
Robin had shot you a look but you hadn’t minded. His hand felt…nice.
“I’m fine!” You said, the eleventh time.
“Okay, okay,” Steve said, backing up a few steps and turning to Eddie. “Make sure she stays awake and don’t let her use her powers.”
“I think I couldn’t stop her even if I wanted to dude,” Eddie said, saluting Steve as they jogged up to Nancy.
You shivered and Eddie pulled you to a stop. He pulled his jacket back over your shoulders and you glanced at him. “It looks better on you anyway,” he said, cheeks pink.
Ducking your head, you smiled and reached for his hand. “Just in case,” you echoed his earlier statement.
With a wide, beaming grin, he intertwined your fingers and pulled you closer to him. “Obviously.”
“We never finished twenty questions,” he said, after a beat of silence.
“I think we asked more than that,” you replied, stepping over a vine.
“The number is a suggestion, the game only ends when both parties agree to it,” Eddie said, matter of fact.
“Alright,” you said, smiling at him, “it was your turn then.”
“Why Lucky?”
You shrugged. “I don’t have a name and I think it made people uncomfortable,” you said, not really remembering who had suggested Lucky so long ago. You thought it was Will.
“What about Luck? Lucky?” Will asked, cheeks red.
“That sounds like a dog,” Lucas said, rolling his eyes.
“Lucky,” Eleven breathed, her shoulders wrapped in your arms. “I like it.”
At everyone’s blank looks, Will shrugged. “She’s like Lucky number Seven. We’ll always win as long as she’s here.”
“I am Seven.”
“I think you should pick a name you like,” Eddie said, “something badass like you.”
Flustered, you almost tripped over a vine. “Badass?”
“Yeah,” Eddie said, keeping you steady, “you just fucking leapt into the water after Harrington without looking back. I saw you basically destroy half the bats with your fucking mind. That’s metal. Badass.”
“Badass,” you repeated, nodding. “Bitchin’?”
Eddie laughed and you realized it was the first time you’d really heard it. You liked the sound.
“Yeah, bitchin’.”
Nancy’s eyes caught yours, hers widening and pointedly looking at Eddie. Her knowing smile made you even more flustered, like you were doing something you shouldn’t be.
“I haven’t thought of another name,” you admitted. You hadn’t found your mother yet, or if you ever would. You didn’t know if you ever had a name – not the way Eleven had. Hopper had been the first person to ask you if you had wanted to switch yours. All your documents connecting you to him said Lucky. “My dad…called me sweetheart?”
Something in Eddie’s eyes changed, they became soft and like he only saw you.  
“I think you should come up with a name you like,” he said, “not one assigned to you by anyone else. Sweetheart is a good one though.”
What name did you like? You liked Eddie’s name. Or maybe you just liked him?
“I like Hopper,” you said slowly, “I don’t want to change my name. It was my dad’s name.”
“That’s fair,” he said, “what do you want me to call you for now?”
You considered the question. “Seven,” you said firmly. It may make everyone shift a little, their eyes never quite meeting yours, but that’s what you were used to. For now. Until you found something badass.
“Okay, Seven Hopper,” Eddie said, bowing dramatically, “I’m Eddie Munson. Pleasure to meet you.”
You let him take your hand and press a kiss to the back of it. Warmth surged through your body and you felt the need to hide. Without thinking too much, you surged forward and kissed Eddie’s cheek. “Nice to meet you too, Eddie Munson.”
His face turned pink and you smiled at him. Despite where you were now, and what you had to accomplish, you were glad to have met him.
“Munson! Stop flirting and keep up!” Steve shouted, shooting you the same smile as Nancy had.
Eddie winked at you, not denying it, and pulled you forward with him.
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The portal broke open, pieces of flesh and vines dropping onto the floor. Eddie’s hand shot out to yours and he pulled you behind him. You blinked, surprised. Why did he seem determined to shield you from everything? You smiled when he glanced back at you, relief evident when he saw your expression.
Most people you knew pushed you to the front of the line, you were after all the best defense they had. But…not Eddie. He didn’t treat you like a weapon or something to be used. The weird flutter in your stomach woke, the sensation making you feel weightless. Eddie’s shoulders blocked most of your line of vision but Robin’s knowing smirk showed she’d seen your expression.
“Okay, Seven first,” Eddie said, ushering you towards the makeshift rope.
Steve’s eyes got a familiar teasing glint in them and Nancy shot you a knowing look.
“I’ll stay last,” you said quietly, ignoring their looks, “if anything happens, I can fight the best.”
“I don’t know,” Steve started.
“No,” Eddie said, frowning.
You nodded. Everyone knew it. Even if your powers had weakened and you felt a little drained you were the best bet. You might not be able to do the same damage you once had, but you were better equipped than the others.
Robin started to climb and Eddie looked ready to argue. “Munson, I’ll stay with her – just go,” Steve said.
With a disgruntled look on his face, he climbed. You kept your eyes around the trailer, watching for anything that felt wrong. Glancing up, you were caught by Eddie’s worried gaze. His eyes didn’t move from yours, tracking your movement as Nancy climbed.
“Okay, no arguing Hopper, you go,” Steve said.
Rolling your eyes, you focused on the current inside you – weak, but ready to answer. Steve yelped as he flung through the air and landed hard on the mattress on the other side.
“I hate it when you do that,” Steve moaned, clutching his stomach. You smirked.
“Lucky!” Dustin shouted. “You shouldn’t use up your energy like that! Hurry!”
Without much thought, you climbed the rope, feeling gravity shift as you landed on your back.
“Her name is Seven,” Eddie’s voice echoed in the small trailer. His warm hand enveloped yours and he pulled you up. His warm eyes ran over you, as if assessing you, and he sighed when you reached to hug him. Eddie’s arms wrapped around you instantly and tightly pulling you into his chest.
“I’m okay,” you promised, not used to anyone besides Steve worrying this often. You didn’t know what to say, what to do.  
His answering smile was blinding and his thumb came up to wipe the blood from your nose. Everyone around you started discussing what you’d seen, what they’d been through, but you couldn’t help but keep your eyes on Eddie despite the chaos. He’d glance at you every few minutes, smiling when he saw your stare. He squeezed your still clasped hands and you felt something within you shift.
Maybe staying behind in Hawkins wasn’t so bad after all.
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It's about time I show you (Pierre Gasly)
Four times Pierre and Y/N acted on their feelings and one time they finally decided they were done hiding
Note: english is not my first language
Thank you to the people who gave their feedback to my post, ultimately it was between Pierre, George and Mick and since there was no way to break the tie, I decided to go with Pierre, but I have kept the other two in mind for the next pieces I write! Last week I did post a bit for Mick (after this app did not let me post it in one single post) and I had something else in mind for him too! 🤍 Anyhow, I have some planned ideas for future content as I'm on a bit of a countdown before uni is back
(I got inspiration from a these 'nonsexual acts of intimacy' lists on pinterest x x)
Thank you so much to everyone who likes and reblogs, your feedback is appreciated 🤍 and although I'm not taking requests per se, if you have any ideas or concepts you want to share, feel free to do so!
Tw: mentions of (athlete's) diet plans
When Pierre said he wanted to go to a small concert in one of Milan's parks, you never thought it would be this busy. The entrance looked to have a lot more people than the usual Tuesday late afternoon but, standing in the middle of the grass where you usually lay a blanket and lay down anyway you want while reading a book, the same blanket was now folded in half and was accommodating you and your bestfriend Pierre. Sure, you could have layed the blanket down in the usual way but you didn't want to be a nuisance to the other people who, like you, wanted to have some off time of their busy lives, so you and Pierre sat comfortably in the blanket as you waited for another singer to begin their show, "You know, if you weren't a giant, your legs would fit in this blanket just fine, see?", you nodded to your legs once you noticed how the French man kept switching his legs' position from bending and crossing them, careful to not bother the family that sat in front of you. He only laughed at your teasing, "Do you want anything to eat or drink? I could go to the food stalls and grab something while we wait for the next on", Pierre asked, his hands propped on his sides and ready to lift his body up if you gave a positive answer, "I don't want anything, for now at least, but you can go get anything if you want. Do you want me to go with you? I can ask the lady to watch the blanket", you suggested, "No, I'm good too", he said smiling. A few minutes passed as you engaged in casual conversation about your jobs, his driver obligations way more interesting to talk about than your own routine day, until a guy with a guitar got up on the stage and started playing some acoustic music, everyone lightly swaying their body, sitting down still, to the rhythm of the music. Pierre couldn't help but smile as he looked at you. Long gone were the days where you would spend hours together daily, now sticking to texting nearly everyday, as you were now adults with very different job schedules and calendars, and getting together everytime you could find some time, so naturally he was smiley. Seeing you so relaxed and so beautiful, your eyes closed, leaving your lashes to settle on your freckly cheeks as you enjoyed the whole situation made his heart skip a beat. Getting up once the show finished, "I'm actually a bit hungry now, what do you say we go and grab some food?", you tempted, earning a nod from Pierre as you finished shaking the blanket to get out any grass and dirt, stuffing it into your bag as you made your way to the previous food stalls you had talked about.
Like you had that idea, everyone else in the park though the same, the cues to the stalls were getting bigger and bigger, you and Pierre deciding quickly what you wanted to have before the cues got even longer, "If I had known the cues would be like this I would have gotten here sooner", Pierre said, "It's fine, we can wait", you yelped slightly as someone tried to squeeze past you with their food, apologising to you as they excused themsleves. Seeing how people were getting closer together, Pierre felt a sudden need to protect you and have you within his grasp, "Hold my hand please, I don't want to lose you", he said, stretching his arm the best be could to find your hand and clasp it in his. When you finally got your food, Pierre stretched his neck to look for the nearest way to get out of that commotion, rhe bag on one of his hands as the other one stayed clasped in yours, guiding you away as he kept politely asking people to move so you could go through and sit somewhere quieter, "See? My long legs are useful after all, how else do you think I could have gotten us away from that crowd?", Pierre winked at you as you both sat down in one of the picnic tables that were surprisingly free, people opting to go back to their where they watched the concert from.
The free practice sessions had been tough for Pierre, the car not reaching the pace the team wanted and leaving a nervous aura around the garage as they prepared for qualifying in the early afternoon.
Arriving in his driver room after an impromptu team meeting to go over the results, Pierre found you sitting in the sofa, "Hey you", you said lowly, not knowing how his mood was but wanting to show him some kind of support. He sat down next to you, fiddling with the rings on his fingers as he stayed silent, just taking in everything that had happened in the last 24 hours, how the car seemed weird in FP1 but maybe it was just a glitch, then FP2 coming around and the results just kept deteriorating, and after the late night meeting and the work from mechanics and engineers, FP3 couldn't have gone worse, even given everything that had happened. You stayed in silence for a good while until you heard him mumble, "I don't want to keep you in this awful mood, so feel free to go somewhere else", he said half harshly, immediately regretting how the words left his mouth in a tone that he never talked to you with. Getting up, Pierre thought to himself that it was his fault really, and was ready to hear the door open when you kneeled in the spot you were previously sitting in, your hands tentatively coming around his shoulders to test the waters as you rubbed your hands on them, feeling the tension on his muscles. Pierre let out a big sigh of relief, a mixture of being happy that you had stayed and the way your fingertips felt against his taunt muscles, "I'm sorry", he whispered as you shook your head, dismissing it just as quickly as you forgot about it, "just relax for a bit okay?", you asked as you got to work wirh your hands. Maybe if Pyry were seeing this he would find so many mistakes and things you shouldn't be doing but it just felt right at the time in helping Pierre release some of the stress that was bugging him since the day before. "I just feel like we had progressed well, things were finally heading to where we are supposed to be and then this...! And we can't seem to figure out what it is, if it is track specific and we have to wait, of if the car is going to be like this until the end of the season...! And then there's the media that are doing their job and I understand that but sometimes they just really really get in my nerves...", he exasperated, closing his eyes halfway the rant as he moved his torso a bit to meet your hands where he wanted the pressure. "There are very big brained people in that room", you referred to the team's engineers, mechanics and strategists, "that are going to find a way to make everything work, and hopefully it won't take them long", you said as you felt his body relax a little bit more, "Thank you for always being here, even in the bad stuff", he said remembering how you had always been there for him, wether it was the highlight of his career or the rock bottom moment, turning his neck slightly to press a kiss to your hands. You smiled back, feeling the skin where his lips were just seconds ago burn from the affection still.
"That is not how it was and you know it!", you yelled from the counter that separated your dining area from the kitchen area, putting the plates in the sink, "You were walking along the side of the boat, specifically after I told you to be careful because it was slippery from everyone getting out of the sea and boom! One feet after the other, you landed on your butt and nearly got yourself a nice cannonball jump", Pierre said, "you should have seen Charles, there are no words in the dictionary that could possibly describe the moment, it was beyond hilarious, it's a shame no one recorded that", he finished as both drivers "at least have some kindness and solidarity with me, I still can't sleep on my side from the bruise on my thigh", you pouted, "and you ego's bruise too", Charles whispered in a tone he thought was low enough, his giggles not helping the volume. "And that, ladies and gentlemen, is how Charles Leclerc didn't get to have dessert", and he stopped, "but your recipe is the best, I even asked the dietician to have some of it, c'mon Y/N, I've laughed about worse things involving you and you know you've said some about me too, you're not so innocent either", he pointed the spoon at you. Charles spent his day in the factory in Maranello and decided to visit you and Pierre, making the two hours trip over and arriving just in time for the dinner you were cooking. You had met the monégasque when Pierre started mentioning this Charles friend he had met in the races when he attended one of his birthday parties and, despite initially feeling like your Pierre's best friend place was being taken away from you by him, you quickly learned that the place could hold the both of you and you had blossomed a beautiful friendship with him. And now Pierre was telling him about the three days of summer break you had been able to visit him and his family in the French Riviera region, your accident on the boat remaining a funny memory for everyone, "I'm not doing that because I'm not a bad person", you said as you got back to the table with the tray you were carrying the mousse in, giving everyone their serving. You noticed how Pierre had finished his and kept looking over at yours, and in the middle of the conversation you were having with Charles the upcoming races you were thinking of going, you slowly nudged your cup to Pierre's side, silently telling him you were willing to share and smiling faintly when he dug his spoon in. This, however, did not go unnoticed by Charles, "I nearly got no dessert and he, the guy who told the story, gets to repeat?", Charles teased, "Oh, I have more in the fridge if you want to", you said simply, getting up a d heading with the empty cups to the kitchen, "I don't want anymore, thank you though, but I guess there's just different treatment in this house", Charles said as he heard the coffee machine start, "a special treatment even", he finished, a knowing look on his face as he watched Pierre follow your every move with his eyes. Pierre had confided in one of his bestfriends about how he might really really like his other bestfriend and Charles had told him to be cautious: of course he wanted nothing more than for them to be happy, but he also advised Pierre to think a bit more about it, understand where he was and where you were in this whole situation because maybe once that line was crossed, things would never be the same.
You had woken up late on race day, your phone's alarm not doing enough noise to prompt you to wake up. You got up on a hurry, showering quickly as you grabbed the outfit you had planned for the day as you then grabbed the hairdryer in an attempt to tame your locks. As you made your way out of the hotel, you entered the Uber you had called and made your way to the track, taking in the calming views after a rushed morning. Apparently you had also been graced with rain on race day, and thanking the driver for the last time, you braved your way into the paddock, scanning your pass before hurrying through the rain until you reached the Alpha Tauri hospitality, looking down at how your parka had done little to protect you from the rain. "Y/N, dear, you're soaked!", you heard Fabiana's familiar voice, "Hi, good morning! Yeah, seems I am, I need to get these dry as soon as possible", you said as you took in your full state, "Well, luckily you are in the team that has their own clothing brand, follow me", she said as she took you to Pierre's driver room while she went to where they usually keep some clothing items in the hope that they would have your size available.
Your boilersuit was wet everywhere but your shoulders, "at least it seems the wind and the rain did not get here", you mumbled as you heard a knock on the door, "come in". Fabiana entered the room, "I found these Tapered Pants in your size, unfortunately we don't have anymore hoodies or t-shirts, they're sold out already", she said as she noticed that you were wearing a one piece clothing item, "Oh, don't worry Fabiana, this is amazing already! Thank you, I'll borrow something from Pierre, thank you so much again", you smiled, "No worries dear, glad I could help", she said, "And Y/N?", Fabiana finished, earning a hum from you as you were checking the pants, "It probably doesn't help much now, but it's not raining anymore", she said smiling before she left you to change. The black pants fit you surprisingly well for something found at the last minute, and with a quick flick through Pierre's clothes that were hung you were able to grab a simple white t-shirt you hoped he wouldn't mind. You were trying to tie your hair in a bun when you heard the door open, "Fabiana told me someone didn't do well in the rain today", he said, "Hi, you good?", he asked as he passed by you and helped you gather your hair at the nape of your neck, helping you with the flyaway hairs that insisted in staying up, "Morning! Yeah, but Fabiana as very kind and got me these pants from the team's collection, and they fit quite well too... and I got this t-shirt from your hanger, but I was thinking of going back to the hotel now that it's not raining anymore and chan-", you forwarded before Pierre interrupted, "Nonsense, no need for that. Besides, you look cute in the team's attire", he said before pressing his lips to the top of your head, grabbing his phone from his pocket and sitting on the sofa, bringing you with him as he showed you some videos. The action had left the butterflies go through your body, the cold chills from the wet clothing on your skin long gone as you appreciated the smile on Pierre's face as he showed you a challenge himself and Yuki had taken part in for the team's social media channels.
You were in Pierre's flat cooking dinner for the two of you on a Friday night since he didn't have a race that weekend, the water on the pot on the stove already boiling as you stirred the sauce on the other pan, "I'm already out of the shower", your bestfriend yelled before you heard what you assumed was his bedroom door, giving you the timing cue like you asked so you would know when to put the pasta in. You heard his steps down the stairs and crossing the corner to meet you in the kitchen, "Thank you again for sorting dinner, I was really needing it after that workout", he said as he grabbed your hand that held the wooden spoon as to help you stir the pasta. Things had been getting more touchy with Pierre, and you can't really say you didn't enjoy it. Sure, as bestfriends you had never had a problem with spending a lot of time with eachother, but recently you felt a weird shift in the air, both of you were bolder in your greetings, kisses on cheeks and forehead were a common reoccurrence and the hugs seemed to last a bit longer. And although the other wouldn't see it, friends and family also noticed that the looks and stares lasted longer too.
"See if this is good", you reluctantly took your hand away from his to go and grab a spoon from the drawer so he could taste the sauce, bringing the spoon to his mouth wirh your other hand in a shell shape to not let anything that might drip fall on your clothes, "a little bit more of basil maybe?", he said grabbing the glass container and adding more to the sauce before you got everything set on the table and enjoyed dinner.
You were now laying on the sofa, the news on the TV screen as you both got up to what was happening the world and soon, your eyes felt droopy and you fell asleep, cuddling further into the massive blanket you were sharing with Pierre. The french driver had been talking for a bit, giving his opinion on something one of the reporters had said and looked at you when you didn't reply, chuckling to himself as he admired your sleeping figure. Soon, midnight was approaching and he knew better than to just let his eyes rest a bit before he would get you in his arms and tucked in the spare bedroom's bed. Five minutes turned to ten, and ten turned into hours, rhe sofa large and comfortable enough for the two of you to spend the night there if you wished.
The sun started flickering through the curtains when you woke up, feeling some tingles on your leg as you tried to make sense of where you were. This is not your bedroom. This isn't even a bedroom, this is Pierre's living room and that's when you felt someone next to you. Pierre was sleeping still, although the sunlight that persisted and landed on his eyes prompted him to rustle in his sleep, "Oh, I fell asleep didn't I?", his groggy morning voice was heard as you giggled, "Apparently, and somehow we're all tangled", you referred to your tingly right leg shin that had been caught between Pierre's thighs. "Did you feel that shift too? Or was it just me?", Pierre said out loud, willing to take the risk, "How everything seemed deeper, more meaningful... when was it? I think I've felt it since I grabbed your hand in the park, I was so scared someone would grab you or that I'd lose you in there", he mused as his blue eyes focused on yours. Looking for his hand under the blanket, your hand clasped is his as you found it, "For me, it was when we were with your parents the other day, when they came to visit, when we went to the restaurant and you had your hands on my back to guide me to the table and everyone assumed I was your girlfriend and I wasn't... totally grossed out by the idea?", you giggled as you felt the blush of your cheeks, "it felt really nice, and I slept really good tonight". Getting impossibly closer to you, Pierre freed his hand from yours only to place them on each of your cheeks, "what if we try something between us? Just something between us for now, see how this goes...", he said, "it's about time I show you how much you meant to me", he finished with a chaste kiss on your lips, sealing all the promised he intended to keep.
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I know I'm being super extra about promoting this Good Omens fic, but I'M JUST SO FUCKING PROUD OF IT! I mean, I don't dislike any of my published fic otherwise I wouldn't have published it--but it's like I have a more sentimental attachment to this one. It reminds me of back in the day when I was writing Protected (queliot/the magicians fix-it fic). I have so many feelings about that one. Anyhow, here's yet another sample from All Roads Lead Back because apparently I've turned into that obnoxious mama who needs to show everyone A MILLION PICTURES of their new baby. I apologize. But also, no I don't.
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Crowley had spent the entire drive back to London swearing to himself (and the Bentley) that he would just find a decent flat, settle in, and get on with the unavoidable task of getting over Aziraphale. But now here he is. Stood on a street corner glaring at the signage above the bookshop door, resenting every letter as if they also betrayed him. Vicious vowels and conniving consonants.
“Come onnnnnn you git,” he mutters to himself. “Just get back in the car and drive away.”
After a few moments’ waffling he does take his own advice, but no matter which street he turns down they all land him back at the bookshop. Like that whole magic-y business with the Buddy Holly records. 
Is this seriously happening?
Over and over again he tries. On the final effort he drives a full hundred miles out of London before making any full turns. Finally, he attempts a sharp left.
“And HERE WE ARE AGAIN!” He screams, furious as the Bentley emerges onto the street outside the bookshop. “WHY WON’T YOU LET ME LEAVE?!?” He parallel parks and sits motionless, grumbling various complaints and obscenities under his breath. A well and truly pissed off Demon. 
Is it the Bentley not letting me leave or is it the shop pulling me back? He wonders. And either way, WHY? It takes a full forty three minutes for him to calm down and accept the situation, but as soon as he does something strange happens. A feeling of optimism creeps in on tiptoe. He tries to swat it away, but it’s a stubborn bugger. Gets all the way under his skin and clings tight.  
“Six thousand years. Hell of a long time.” he muses. “And he and I always . . . we’ve always . . .”
While Crowley sits blathering away to an entirely disinterested vehicle, Muriel is sat in the shop just finishing a book about a boy who never wants to grow up. He only wants to remain happy and innocent forever. They find it a charming tale. Now, no one would claim Muriel to be among sharpest of tools in Heaven’s shed, but they are the nicest. A darling little thing with good intention, but very little grasp on the ins and outs of, well . . . anything.��
“Were you meant to return?” They yelp, startled when Crowley comes bursting through the door easy as you please. “I thought I was meant to mind the shop alone, was I supposed to have a room prepared in case you came back?” 
“No and no.” Crowley grunts, shuffling and struggling to see around the large potted plant he’s carrying. He hefts it up on the nearest available counter space, then spins on his heel to face Muriel. “Been driving all over this stupid little island for weeks, intended to use the time to get my head right, but d’y’know what I did instead? Went round visiting all the spots where Aziraphalel and I spent time together and making myself incredibly sad. But then-” he exits the shop to fetch another plant from the car and upon return continues the narration exactly where he left off. “-I realised that in six thousand years no matter how bad our falling out-and we’ve had our share-neither of us has ever abandoned the other for terribly long, even when we absolutely intended to. Which means,” he plunks himself down in a chair and swings his feet up on the nearby desk with a confident grin, “this whole quasi-divorce situation isn’t nearly as bad as it seems, is it? A waiting game, that’s all it is. Plain and simple. Aziraphale may be an idealist but he’s not stupid. At some point he will have to admit Heaven was never intended to function the way he wants to believe it was, all holy and righteous.”
“It-it wasn’t?”
“Nope.” Crowley shakes his head. “Anyhow, next step is he tries to deny it, then fails, then gets upset, then comes to his senses and comes back to me-to earth.” He quickly tacks on in a vain effort to disguise how badly he longs for the Angel’s return. “And he’ll come dashing right back here to this bookshop straight away.”
“Will he?” Muriel finds Crowley's certainty fascinating. 
“Of course. And I fully intend to be here to make him do the ‘I Was Wrong’ dance the instant he does. Actually, I think I might make him do it over and over again for several days.” He gazes into the middle distance, visualising the absurd scene. “Yes. Decision made. He gives me several days of the dance on a loop or else I’ll ignore him completely.”
“I suppose that is one way to go about getting an apology. But, um, is there a particular reason you think Aziraphale will return to this bookshop? ” They cast their eyes around the room. “With all the lovely places on earth, what makes you so sure he wants to be here?
A cheeky grin slides onto the Demon’s lips. “I have . . . faith.” 
Muriel’s eyebrows furrow. “Faith?”  
“Yes, faith.” Crowley hops out of the chair and goes in search of a nice bottle of wine with which to toast his evolving outlook on things. “Blind faith for the first time ever, because in the long run he and I are incapable of letting eachother down. Always have been. Ha! Yes, here we are!” He exclaims upon finding a bottle of Old Vine Mourvedre stashed on a shelf beneath a dusty countertop. “You ever had wine, Muriel? Care to join me for a glass?” 
Muriel squirms and shifts on their feet, the very image of timidity. “Oh, well I, I suppose so,” they giggle, stepping forward to accept a glass. “I like trying new things.” 
“Good on you!” Crowley cheers. “Anyhow, even if it takes a century or five, or twelve, my ridiculous Angel-and he’s being especially ridiculous right now-will come back. And as for how I know it’s here he’ll return to? Simple. Emotional attachment. He likes ease, cosiness, and familiar things. Loves every book in this place, loves me whether he wants to admit it or not, and not only does this place have all the books, it’s the last place he and I were together.” 
“Ah.” Muriel nods. “I see.” 
Crowley grins and draws a deep, soothing breath. “All I have to do is be patient, stay put, and wait for the inevitable.” He takes a generous swig of wine straight from the bottle before pouring himself a proper glass. “I might need to keep a gentle buzz going in the meantime so all the waiting around doesn’t annoy me too much.” He downs the glass and pours another. “But it is a price I am willing to pay.” This second glass he holds aloft to clink against Muriel’s. “You, you clink it Muriel, it’s called toast. Clink the glass. Clink-here, like this.” He gently taps his glass against the befuddled Angel’s.
“Oh yes, I see,” they smile, then smash their glass against Crowley’s, shattering both to bits.
“We’ll work on it.” Crowley assures, carefully brushing wine and shards of glass off his hands. This is going to be like training a puppy, isn’t it? Never particularly wanted a puppy, but here we are.  
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20 for canrus from the writing prompts? 👀
[ 20 ] "this is absolutely your fault!"
hnnnng I could make this very serious or like very domestic and I'm not sure what to do here, so I'll try mixing both of them. Also hooray for tubby matt! I dont think this is what you wanted but this is what you're going to get I'm sorry riva.
Ivan was a lot of things, and a good summation of those things was an overall bad fucking influence, but not in the way you would expect, that was the job of Arthur and the rest of the family, nah Ivan was a bad influence in the way that he lrt Matthew's own bad habits slide, bad habits that in the grand scheme if things, hell even within his own family were pretty tame.
Innocent things like sleeping in, eating well, plainly begging for cuddles.
These were put down as bad habits for as long as Matt could remember, unless enough alcohol to kill a horse was involved of course, and Ivan just indulged in them, no fuss about it, and it was incredibly odd for Matthew, but why look a gift horse in the mouth eh?
Another thing that Ivan was was cuddly, he liked hugs, being hugged and giving hugs both, he was taller than Matt, not as much as he was over most people, but still a good 4 or 5 inches taller, but Matthew more often then not latched himself onto his back when he was particularly done with life, which was often.
The other way happened too, Ivan hugged Matt from the back, resting his head on the shorters shoulder, Alfred was usually the cause of such moods.
Anyhow, I need to stop rambling, as I said Ivan just enabled Matthew's "bad" habits, in perhaps the cutest way possible, he was a good cook, and partial to food, his frame was a testament to that of course, one of the reasons Matthew absolutely adored cuddling him, he was actually nice to cuddle, unlike some people, and was more than willing to partake too.
Of course Ivan had his bad habits too, everyone did, though history had not been kind to him at all (fairly he hadn't been kind to history either but we will not go into that) he was quite partial to alcohol, somehow worse than Arthur, a terrifying concept for Matthew, but he seemed to make a conscious effort to try and not drink as much when Matthew was around, not something Matthew would ever think was possible, someone making a conscious effort to reign in themselves for him? completely unheard of, unless they both were drinking, then everything was free game.
Again I need to stop rambling by god, anyhow because of this he started cooking more, Matthew was always partial to baking, and for once he had the time, the energy, and a nice lack of guilt to do it.
The Kirklands™️ really had drilled it into him that no, it was not allowed to relax until you were more than half dead, and the fact that that managed to stay in Matthew for literally nearly a century without them enforcing it was frightening, but somehow it managed to stay on in Alfred for nearly 250, without an end in sight, like father like eldest son eh?
This weirdness also ended up going towards food, hell the amount of times he was forgotten to be fed when he was younger was far too often, Ivan would not let that happen, there were two types of old-timey European nations in the modern age, the type that doesn't eat, and the type that try to make up for lost time, Russia was very much the latter, and it showed, both on him and Matt, quite by accident really.
I need to stop rambling I cannot remember what I was saying for the love of god, Ah!
Once when laying on the sofa, Ivan tried to lay his head in Matthew's lap, having to bend his legs anyways because there was no way he was fitting on the sofa without doing that, and for once he didn't complain about Matthew being too bony (odd because he loved doing that) Ivan fell asleep there, and Matt was in the stupor that comes with watching shitty reality tv shows that finished 4 years ago at 11 in the night, you know the one.
He lightly prodded Ivan to get off, his leg had fallen asleep, and the rest of him was not far behind.
"Oi, shove off." Oh, that was definitely a whine, he didn't even try to hide it.
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"But you love me anyways, now get off you're going to kill my leg."
Ivan got up, creaking annoyingly, his back had not been the same since the 1800s fuckin' hell, Matthew got up too, far less creakily but he did limp around for a moment because pins and needles sucked a lot of ass, he nearly fell down while doing that, bumping into the side table in a series of accidents truly looney toones worthy.
Ivan ended up catching Matt, he was not expecting Matthew to be that heavy, apparently he was still under the impression that even after all the cooking, baking, and the eating and sleeping that came after that, Matt was still light as a feather and bony as all hell.
My man is not the best at noticing change is he, "Shit, Matvey when did you get so heavy?"
Matthew flushed, he hoped Ivan wouldn't notice, but i mean even someone as absentminded as Ivan could be at times would notice, he pouted and said "This is your fault."
He looked confused "Mine? how I did nothing!"
Matthew wasn't sure whether he liked the current events, but it was leaning towards good and he hoped it stayed that way, he did really like Ivan's cooking...
"You let me eat so much though, this is absolutely your fault!"
Ivan let out that little giggle of his, a bit weird from someone as large as him but by god was it endearing "You say that like it's a bad thing."
Matthew looked at him oddly "It isn't?"
He waved a large hand "No, of course not!" he clucked his tongue, "Arthur is still in your head even now, you were too thin, not nice to cuddle." He bent down a little and hugged Matthew around the waist, tightly, he ended up lifting him a bit even now and looked straight into Matthew's eyes "Now it is much nicer, besides, who cares, certainly not me, and I don't think you do either."
He pinched Matthes side a bit, a bit surprised to find flesh there, but wasn't complaining, "Now shut up and go to sleep, it's midnight and my back hurts."
He got herded upstairs and Matthew's normal inability to sleep just did not turn up tonight and they slept in each others arms, Matthew suffocated as usual, but again he really could not care less.
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If we're talking Mysme, I'm begging you for Zen content, he's my one true love that I never moved on from, I stopped playing for him 🥺💕
Also, God, do I love Julian from Arcana just 😍
Firstly, yes, just yes. Julian owns me. He and his stupidly attractive little smirk and that eyepatch and his tendency to just pop up out of nowhere, just yes. Yes all the way. Secondly, ah, Lovely Zen… You, as always have wonderful taste, Right Brain. I hope you enjoy this~! Also, forewarning— I know nothing about the film industry, besides the small bits of research I did to write this. As such, please forgive any inaccurate in the writing of this one-shot!
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[Zen x Reader]
Really, it was no surprise you’d fallen for him…
Zen or his actual name, Hyun Ryu, was charming in personality and drop dead gorgeous.
He treated everyone around him well, and genuinely seemed to value the crew he worked with.
It was a shame, you thought, that he’d likely never notice you.
The two of you were only working together throughout the course of his current film. You were in charge of costume design, and as friendly as your interactions were, they were only that.
Friendly.
Civil.
Your interactions with one another were only ever on set, and despite how often the two of you had to interact, there was always a rift between the two of you. Your job was to make him shine, after all, and he really didn’t need much help with that…
You let out a soft sigh, earning a concerned glance from Areum Cho, a coworker and friend of yours.
She was a fairly well known singer, and was behind the vocals of the film’s opening song.
The two of you had worked together on a project before, and you’d been excited to run into her here, as well. While you’d kept in touch, the film industry kept you both incredibly busy.
She was a huge fan of romance anime, and had taken a personal interest in your crush on “Zen”.
“Hmm, I recognise that starstruck look. Still pining over the male lead, then?”
Your friend questioned, her voice slightly raspy.
She’d probably worn it out singing.
“If you know me so well, then do you even need to ask?” You retorted, before taking a long sip from your boba tea.
The woman shook her head, her white streaked hair bouncing, as she did so.
It was her signature trait, and was due to an incredibly rare genetic mutation.
Sometimes, you envied how unique her appearance was.
Although, you knew her condition came with several complications as well. Poor Areum burnt horribly in the sun, for one.
Still, to you, who felt painstakingly normal—
People like Areum Cho and Hyun Ryu may as well live in different worlds, and yet—
“Well, I’d like to say I know you well, but we really never seem to have much time, do we? Anyhow, tell your wingwoman what’s up! You’re killing me with all the suspense.”
Areum questioned, gesturing wildly with her hands.
You shook yourself from your thoughts, knowing that they wouldn’t do you any good.
Overthinking never did you any good, yet you seemed to have a habit of doing so.
“The usual. I helped him with his costume, made a few alterations, we talked a bit, and then I finished, and he left.”
Aerum stared at you with wide eyes, before shaking her head disappointedly.
“You’re never going to get anywhere, if you keep up like that, and no, don’t give me that look. It’s entirely possible that you could get somewhere, but you have to approach him about something other than work. Tell me, have you talked to him about anything other than costume design?”
You frowned, pursing your lips at her question.
“He doesn’t like cats…?” You managed, an embarrassed flush crawling up your cheeks.
Aerum laughed, her eyes sparkling with mirth.
“That’s basic information. He’s allergic to cats. Next time, ask him if he has any hobbies. We still have a month on set, so operation get [F/N] with the Male Lead can still work~!”
Aerum chirped, before making jazz hands.
You sighed, rolling your eyes in amusement.
“You watch too much anime.”
You said, earning a laugh from the singer.
“Guilty as charged~! I have to go record now that my voice has had a rest, so good luck to you~! Remember to ask~!”
Aerum waved a cheerful goodbye, leaving you alone with your thoughts…
You hated to admit it, but she had a point.
You hadn’t even tried to talk to him normally, but the idea of actually talking to him, was rather intimidating.
It was just a silly puppy crush, anyways..
Still—
How could you know what would happen if you never tried?
You felt a headache building up, Aerum’s earlier words were playing on repeat in your thoughts.
It was ridiculous.
You were acting like some lovesick teen.
“[F/N], we need your assistance backstage.”
The director’s voice pulled you from your musings, and you gave the older man a polite smile.
You stood up from your seat, your expression curious, as you trailed after the director.
“Of course. Did something happen with one of the costumes?”
You asked, your brows furrowed in concern.
You’d worked hard on those costumes, and took great pride in your designs.
The artist in you was screaming at the thought of one of your creations falling apart; before fulfilling its intended use.
The director sighed, his lips pressed into a firm line. He offered you a sympathetic smile, before nodding at your question.
“Yes, unfortunately. There was a bit of an accident with one of the props we were using for a stunt.”
Your earlier headache returned with a fury, as you took in his words.
Unfortunately, situations like this happened fairly often in the film industry, however it was a less common occurrence in the later parts of filming. As of now, you only had a month left on set, which meant the movie itself was almost finished.
“How bad is it?” You asked, slipping into your more professional tone.
The director sighed, “I was hoping you could assess that. It would be nice if the costume was salvageable.”
You shook your head, your expression thoughtful.
“If it’s a matter of salvaging it, then it’d likely be best for me to go ahead and replicate it. I’ll have to alter one of the doubles, which costume was it?”
You questioned, your gaze on the director.
“It was the suit for the third night of the masquerade.” The director spoke, his tone tired.
“Ah, the scene with the murder? No wonder. I’ll take care of it. Please send Hyun my way once you’re finished here, so I can start working on the new suit.” You asked, your tone polite.
The director gave you an appreciative smile, before adjusting his glasses a bit.
“Thank you, [F/N]. You’re so hardworking. It’s been a pleasure having you here on set.”
You shook your head at the praise, the compliment making you feel slightly flustered.
“You’re too kind, director. I’m just doing my job.”
The director chuckled, giving you a friendly smile.
“Nonsense! We’ve worked together for over a year now! In fact, I’m having drinks with some of the others on set after rehearsal. You should come!”
You frowned, about to decline, when Aerum’s words made their way to your thoughts.
“I’ll consider it..”
The director beamed, before giving you a nod, and heading backstage.
You made your way back to the design room, and immediately pulled out one of the suits for night three of the masquerade. It would need a bit of work, so that it could fit Zen’s form, but that was your area of expertise.
After around half an hour, you heard a knock on the door. You cupped your hand to your lips, so your voice would reach further out.
“Come in!”
The door opened, and in walked the subject of all your anxieties, the ‘Lovely Zen’, himself.
He smiled at you, his expression a bit sheepish.
“I’m sorry about the suit.”
You waved off his apology, offering him a smile of your own. “That’s fine, it’s literally my job to fix things like this. Did the murder get a bit too grizzly?”
You joked a bit, your tone dry.
Zen’s brows shot up in surprise, and he nodded, before chuckling a bit.
“Yes, I didn’t know you’d memorised the scenes.”
You grabbed your ruler, and grabbed his arm to begin taking measurements.
“I design costumes for said scenes, and it would be less enjoyable for the audience, I think, if the clothing did not fit the character. I research the characters in my free time, as well. I try to stay fairly close to the original source in terms of design.”
You prattled off, heading to the table to grab your notepad.
The actor laughed at your words, causing your cheeks to burn slightly.
“It’s not that funny, is it?” You asked, your tone a touch softer.
Zen shook his head, giving you a smile.
“On the contrary, I admire your work ethic, are you a fan of theatre, then?”
You nodded in response to his question, a small smile on your face. “I’m a sucker for a good story.”
Zen hummed in response, his expression thoughtful.
“I am too. That’s what makes acting so fun for me. I get to be part of so many different stories. Still, I worry sometimes that they only cast me due to my dazzling looks. All of my roles seem to be of the same sort…Tall, dark, and handsome.”
You snorted at this, shaking your head in amusement.
“Sure, maybe appearance wise. I’ve seen you in other films, however. For one, your role as Zorro was incredibly different than the Sherlock, you’re playing in this adaptation.”
The actor’s eyes widened in clear surprise, and he studied you a bit more closely.
“You’ve watched my films?” He asked, shock evident in his tone.
“I’ve watched several films. I’m a sucker for a good story, remember? They’re also great for inspiration, but yes, yours were among those numbers. I appreciate the arts, and your acting is incredible. That’s fact, not flattery.”
You affirmed, surprised at how open you were being today. You’d never been this talkative with Zen, the majority of your interactions being for politeness’ sake—
You blamed the pep talk from Aerum. She’d always been very good at getting into your head.
Zen grinned at your words, his eyes sparkling with amusement.
“Well, I’m still flattered. I heard from the director you’d be joining everyone for drinks after rehearsal today. I think that’s great. You’ve always seemed a bit reserved.”
You bit the inside of your cheek, as you had clearly hadn’t agreed, you’d only promised to think about joining.
“Ah, that… Also, what made you think I was reserved?”
You responded, attempting to divert the conversation’s focus.
Zen chuckled, inclining his head towards your face. “Well, for one— You avoid socialising with most of us. Actually, I think I’ve only ever seen you speak to that singer girl. Even then, I don’t see you talk to others much.”
Your eyes widened in surprise, and your cheeks burned at his words. “You watched me?”
Zen hummed, a sly smile on his face.
“Well, it’s hard not to notice you, when you’re the only one by yourself on set. Most everyone else generally has at least one person they talk to, and the singer girl doesn’t count. You seemed to know each other before we started filming here.”
You rolled your eyes at his assessment, a playful pout forming on your face.
“Well, that’s not very nice. First you tell me I have too little friends, and then you say the friend I do have, doesn’t count. Also, her name is Aerum, and yes, we were already friends before we started working together on this set.”
You joked slightly, your tone light.
The actor gave you a charming smile, before winking at you.
“How about I fix the issue, hm? I’ll dazzle you with my presence as your first friend on this set.”
You grinned, setting the notepad to the side, and moving to work on the suit.
“I think I’ll take you up on that incredibly generous offer. Be careful not to dazzle me too much, okay? I need my eyes to finish your costumes.”
Zen nodded, his expression one of mock seriousness.
“Of course, I wouldn’t want to get in the way of my future costumes. That would be tragic.”
You grinned, your eyes taking on a mischievous note, as you jokingly mused aloud.
“Ah, yes. I can see the headlines now: Young fashion designers eyes melted after gazing at the ‘Lovely Zen’ for too long. They had to find a new costume designer, of course.”
Zen sighed dramatically, his lips curled up into a smile. “The curse of being beautiful is just too much for some to handle.”
You snorted, releasing him from your grip, and taking a step back.
“Yep, it sure is. Take a look and see for yourself.”
You said, gesturing to the replacement suit.
Zen glanced at you, his expression amused, before he nodded at your words.
“I’m good to go, then?” He asked, his tone softening some.
You nodded, offering him a smile.
“Yep, you’re entirely free.”
He hummed, glancing at you curiously.
“Will you be joining everyone for drinks tonight?”
You averted your gaze, before sighing.
“It’ll be awkward. I won’t know anyone there, unless Aerum goes, and even so…”
Zen’s brows furrowed, and he gestured towards himself. “You’ll know me, too. Of course, I won’t pressure you or anything. We can always meet up another time, if you choose not to go.”
Your eyes widened in surprise, and you offered him a small smile. “That’s fair…You’re serious about the whole friend thing, then…?”
His brows furrowed, and his expression took on a more serious note. “Of course, you’re stuck with me now that you’ve agreed to be my friend. No take-backs, okay?”
You snorted, shaking your head in amusement.
“I could think of worse people to be stuck with. Plus, you’re cute and funny. I don’t think it’s a bad deal at all.” You joked lightly, before realizing what you’d said.
Your cheeks burned, and you waved your hands frantically in embarrassment.
“I mean— Gosh, sorry. I mean you are very cute, but I swear it wasn’t my intention to hit on you or anything like that.” You floundered, wishing you could disappear on the spot.
You were brought back to reality by Zen’s laughter, and your mortification furthered.
“You’re surprisingly cute yourself, [F/N]. I wouldn’t mind if someone cute like yourself was hitting on me.”
You stared at him, your eyes wide, before averting your gaze embarrassedly.
“I’d have to…hype myself up…to hit on you.”
You admitted, rather lamely, earning another bout of laughter.
“Hmm, in that case…Would you mind if I hit on you, then? I can be dazzling enough for the both of us, and I’ll admit I’m a bit curious about you. I heard your taking friend earlier. Operation Male Lead, or what not? You can tell her it was a success.”
You stared at him blankly, your brain whirling.
“We literally just had one conversation, right? I’m definitely not that interesting…”
The actor chuckled, shaking his head.
“I’ll be the judge of that, besides I’m asking to get to know you. Trust me, the last thing I would want is to dive head first into something. Although, I’m relieved at your concern. I’ve had the fair share of people who are only interested in me because of my fame.”
You shook your head at that, a frown tugging at your lips.
“That’s stupid. You’re gorgeous, yes. You can act, yes. What does any of that matter if you don’t have a good personality? I’ll admit I may or may not be crushing on you some, but that’s because I’ve had the chance to interact with you. Well, kind of, in a professional sense.”
Zen laughed, shaking his head at your words.
“Most people would say I’m vain, you know?”
You shrugged, grinning helplessly. “To be fair, I’d be the same way if I had both your looks and talents. Regardless of that, it’s what you think of yourself that matters, right?”
Zen hummed, his expression softening a bit.
“That’s true. You’re interesting, [F/N]. I meant what I said about getting to know you.”
You hummed, offering him a smile. “I guess I’ll be joining you all for drinks, after all.”
He laughed at that, giving you a wink.
“I’ll point out the good stuff, then.”
You nodded, a small smile on your face.
“I’ll hold you to that.”
Zen beamed, his lips quirking upwards in a teasing grin.
“I’m looking forward to it.”
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Take me to your palace
Dream of the Endless x Original Female Character
Summary: Certain beings are out of Dream’s radar. Kallan is one of them and after meeting her by accident, it wasn’t surprising when she became the target of his curiosity.
Author Notes: Hi, hello. Heck, I'm nervous.
Kallan is my OC that I created for the Sandman’s universe and there is a lot to develop about her and her family (so there's a universe extension). So, welcome to a series that I call “writing original characters in universes that I love till have enough to write a full story with them”. I know, it’s a long title.
I wrote after watching the sixth episode, so it’s placed right after Dream’s arrival to speak to Hob. However, I haven't finished the series, so if there's some kind of "canon divergency", my apologies.
This is the first thing I wrote in English (that I1m proud of). So, if it's weird in any way, I'm sorry :/. I'll probably write more with Kallan (I didn't continue because I just wanted to see how my writing would go, so let me know what you guys think!
Anyhow, I hope you like this!
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Dream walked in the bar, fashionably late — just a couple of hundred years. His attention was fully on listening and paying attention to Hob's news. The voices echoing around the new version of a tavern that is centuries old. Something about that encounter was nostalgic, good enough to remind him of his old habits. It almost felt like it should happen everyday — and something inside him wouldn’t complain about doing that more often than a hundred years. Sometimes his duty was… Lonely.
She appeared out of nowhere, dressing in a white uniform and with a bright smile. She catches his eye without any effort, when approached the table next to theirs. He followed her movements, watched as she walked graciously around the saloon, so delicately that it should’ve grabbed everyone’s attention. Was he the only one who saw the way she practically danced around the tables like a ballerina in a scenario that didn’t suit her.
“Did the waitress grab your focus?” Hob asked with a chuckle. Only then, he realised the contortion to follow the woman around the bar. Dream kept his silence, staring at the man in front of him.
The King of Dreams took a deep breath, staring at the other tables for a brief second. He knew everything he had to know about those people, they’re dreams floated around them like neon signs. The waitress appeared once again, leaving in front of a couple pieces of cake and coffee mugs. Weird, he remembered that place only serving beer and lamb. She didn’t have any information, it felt like she was blocked from his own mind.
“The last time you did this, you turned someone into one of the biggest dramatists mankind had,” Hob joked, shaking his head to the sides. He thought of telling that to Hob. He could trust him, couldn’t he? Tell him more than the vague words he used to tell the man. That’s what friends do, after all. And he was waiting for an answer.
“You can ask me about anyone here and I’ll answer where they came from and their dreams,” Dream sneaked a glance to the woman rushing towards the other extreme of that bar. “Anyone, but her. I have no clue who she is.”
Hob stood silent, taking that information bit by bit. Soon, an idea shone upon his face, and a smirk drew itself with the thought. He was confident, which scared Morpheus of what was coming their way.
“Excuse me!” He called out loud, to the woman who was passing by. Dream slowly raised his eyebrows, his gazing moving from the man in front of him to the woman who approached their table.
He had seen her before. Somewhere he didn’t quite remember. The memory of their encounter was blurred and distant, lost in the dunes of the past. It felt like something was trying to keep him in the dark. Even if he had the vague thought of already seeing her, or some younger version, walking in his realm, he still didn’t know who she was. Frustrating.
She smiled softly, standing between them.
“What can I do for you gentlemen today?” She asked politely, her voice felt like velvet, and it was… Tempting. She had a strong accent, not from that land. Perhaps she was from the north. Dream stared at her name tag on the left side of her white uniform shirt. Kallan. He had an idea from where she came, the north, but it was too indeterminate. And he was curious.
“I’m almost pretty sure that I’ve seen you before,” Hob said, eying the other man in front of him. “Could it be from college, maybe? I’m a professor.”
She frowned, trying to search his face in her memories.
“Well, I’m currently taking some English classes in West London College.”
“Oh, that’s where I work. I probably have seen you around the corridors,” she smiled, nodding. Morpheus wondered if it was true, if Hob had really seen her around the college he worked. Maybe not, maybe it was just a lie to get to know anything about her… To help Dream solve the enigma beside them.
“Well, are you guys going to order anything?”
“I’ll have just a beer, please,” she quickly noted the order on her notepad and raised her eyes to Dream. And the world stopped for a moment.
Maybe the blocking got weaker as she stared at him for long seconds. He saw deep in her soul. Pitch black, unlike her bright green eyes. Yet, within all the darkness he could easily see, he did see light blighting everything inside her, pulsing in her heart, making her eyes sparkle in an electric way.
No, he didn’t know who she was, but he knew she was conflictive… In a dangerously curious way.
“I’ll have water, please,” she cleared her throat, nodding with her head. As soon as she left, he turned back to Hob, but his thoughts followed her around.
“Anything?” Hob seemed euphoric. Morpheus gave him a confident smirk.
“A point to start.”
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My heart was still skipping beats with the unexpected encounter.
Sandman, Morpheus, Dream of the Endless.
My mind spun around him all day. I was raised knowing about his existence, but never wanted to be around him. My father used to say it was the same as losing track of time, getting hypnotised and losing the control over your own mind. And after what happened with us centuries ago, staying in the same place as an Endless was too much for me. I have them burnt in my mind, like a white dress with a perpetual wine stain.
I hate to admit it, but I'm sure I'm between friends. So, here it goes:
I feared Morpheus with every inch of my body.
Well, yes, I was raised among “boogie-men” and such, but he was… Different. I feared more the things he could do to me than what he was. And seeing him in front of me, with his clear blue eyes reading my soul like someone reads a book written by a child, made me panic. One thing is to compose love and give it to other people; watching them grow from a distant point of view, far from their reality. Another one, completely different, is to see one of those people who always had unfortunate loves right in front of you. He’s one of those people.
The good side — if there was any — was this: I wasn’t headed to the palace. He was ten times stronger than us; he could tear everything down with the blink of an eye if he wanted to. So, if it was to be punished for God knows what, then I’d prefer to not put anyone in danger.
The goosebumps got worse as I approached my apartment. It was signal coming from the depths of my inner darkness; there was dangerous light around. I could've turned away and run for the hills, but I knew that as soon as I gave in to sleep, he'd find me. So, I turned the lock open, threw my shoes to the side and closed the door behind me. The small living room only had its darkness broken by the city lights. My eyes, used to the dark, scanned the place. Didn't take me long to see his silhouette watching me on the other side of the living room.
My body shivered. He knew she was out of the other humans. “People” like him knew exactly how to search for anomalies among men and would treat all of them with harshness.
Yes, I was expecting the worst.
“I can see you,” I blurted quietly, trying to sound confident. I was, indeed, fearful, but hope is the last one to leave its box. And even if he was the only being in the universe that could kill me and make me stay dead, I was trying my best to keep my mind entertained with the hope running through my veins.
“I know.”
His voice… His goddamn voice is something else. Deep, low. I don’t know if he made it echo in the living room or if it was my sharp hearing, but I could easily hear him. A voice that invites you to sleep, to have a dream in his arms. However, the fear rang in my head, reminding me of the tales, of the past bad experiences I had with his kind.
Keep your reasoning.
“What do you want?”
“I want to know who you are.”
“I’m Kallan.” I answered a truth he didn’t want to hear just to prolong my time thinking of better ways to avoid blurting everything out, it wasn't just me who could get affected with it.  Within seconds I understood that his silence ordered the right answer. “The humans like to call me Eros… Or Cupid.”
My voice reverbed in the dark space between us. I felt his gaze turn darker, angry. Viktor was right, we shouldn’t have messed with the Endless, especially Morpheus. I heard he was merciless with certain things and probably that was one of the things.
I wanted to turn myself into darkness and leave the apartment, but I knew it’d be useless.
“You…”
I knew how his relationship with love was. Not good; everything ended in tragedy. And it wouldn’t surprise me if he saw me as the guilty one. Everyone blamed me for their unfortunate loves. It’s better to blame me than acknowledge their own mistakes.
I try my best for all the loves around the world. I swear. I’m hopeful, everyone deserves a chance to be successful in love, everyone deserves to love and be loved… But Morpheus was a difficult type, he didn’t seem to even want to collaborate with love, which turned my task terribly tough to handle. I hate to see my creations failing. I hate to feel that I am a failure.
I tried so many times that I can't even count on my fingers. Rejection after rejection. "Stop being so stubborn. He doesn't want it" Thomas used to say when he caught me late at night, trying to figure out a way to make him... Give up. Yes, it became a competition with myself to see if I could do it.
“That’s not all,” his raspy voice, more like a nightmare now, called back to the world and the situation between us. “Tell me, what are you? What kind of creature are you?”
A half-Watcher, a child born between thunders, someone who could walk through light and dark. Not a human being, not a Watcher. Dangerous, untameable, unstable. A creature who never knew peace in my life, it was always fighting, running, hiding. A creature who only knows how to be hunted, hated and feared.
“Why should I tell you?” Now, my voice sounded angrier than I wanted it to be. I was defending myself, trying to find a way to give him a bad time in his possible attempt to terminate me.
He approached like in a dream — obviously. In a moment he was by the corridor that lead to the rooms, in the other he was a foot apart from me. I could feel his breath in my face, his eyes piercing mine to get to my soul to get the information out without any more questions. Why was he so invested about knowing about me, anyway? Why only now? My existence predates the Greeks, why now?
“I’m the King of Dreams and Nightmares. I need to know if a rogue is between humans. Dressing up as love and eating their fear.”
“I’m not a rogue. And I’m not dressing up as love. I project love, and I help them.”
Yes, that pissed me off.
“You help them by hurting them?” That sounded more like a personal offence than a genuine concern about humans.
“The love I give you doesn’t hurt, because love doesn't hurt. Still, once it’s given, it’s yours. I can’t control what you do with it.”
He stood quiet, angry. I felt anger running through my body. I felt it wasn’t enough.
“I need to know the other parts you’re hiding.”
“Why? I’m not a danger to society, if that’s what you’re asking.” That’s a lie. Even with light, I have darkness within me. I am a danger to society. But isn’t life a danger to everyone? “Besides, if you want to kill me you can do it without all of this… Questioning thing. I’m not strong enough to fight with an Endless.”
There was a pause, longer than the others. I was out of breath after my arguments. He was searching for another way, now that he saw that I wasn’t going to give in.
“If you’re really Eros, then you will allow the King of Dreams to visit your palace.”
Bastard. I was left without a choice, if I didn’t do it, he was going to take me with him and the last thing I wanted was to be a prisoner to another Endless.
Or he was bluffing, but I couldn't play with that card. If he wasn't bluffing, then I was going to be a prisoner in a golden cell. And Thomas, a vengeful spirit, would try to destroy bit by bit of the Dreaming Realm. 1) I can't risk losing my brother again. 2) Unlike Morpheus, I understand his value to humanity, even if he hates me. I highly doubt Thomas would destroy everything, but he'd cause a good damage.
“With one condition. You don’t get to destroy us when you get there.”
He leaned in, his face getting dangerously close to mine. An almost invisible smirk shone in his face with defiance. He didn’t believe I had a palace, apparently. I could bite him. I could punch him. However, my arms were glued like stone.
“I won’t, Eros.”
“Promise me.”
A pause. Long, torturing. He sighed, fixing his posture, his eyes still on my face. Bastard. His smirk disappeared, he stayed back on his serious look. I tried to breath, but it felt like air was too heavy for my lungs.
“I promise that I will not destroy your palace, Cupid.”
“Fine. Tommorrow, at night. Don't be late, I won't wait for you.”
And he disappeared into the darkness, leaving me breathless in my living room. I forced a glance towards the clock hung on the wall that divided the living room from the kitchen. Hours had passed us by.
My father was right, as always. Time doesn't move around Morpheus.
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wally-franks · 10 months
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hiii hi im here with my liddol hcs for u... looks up at u with my big sad wet eyes. this is my silly little au ,,, i love urs tho n would love to hear the angst bcos. theres so much angst i left out too fjrjfhie
ok so WALLY- little guy but absolutely not stupid. like he knows whats going on BUT hes just. a little silly sometimes. low braincells but can piece stuff together and is careful. carries a knife with him. does not want to get into trouble (excluding pranks ofc. loves them) uh. 147cm, transmasc, and pan. his hat is very important. i actually just finished making his hat but thats a different thing fhjrjf
talks a LOT and has a gossip group with norman n susie. but its all in good fun. n u know thomas is him boyfriend. they pretend to be Mortal Enemies but at home they r so so soft... they must put up a front at work because they are scared of how they'll look in front of other ppl. if only they knew that probably like 2 ppl total in jds were cishet fbjrj,, he has that audhd and his silly little catchphrase is everything ok.
thomas- too tall bites him. i mean. ahem. 183cm and bisexual. very closed off from people but will not hesitate to confront people. very touchy about the machine cos its his "best creation" or whatever. ok stupid college boy but go off ig. (i love him sm)
basically just there to get work done. he acts smart, looks smart, but hes "stupid"... not in the way of logically stupid, he is just very silly sometimes. also he smokes. i mean have u HEARD his voice (affectionate) he has 5 older brothers n his family is very sweet i think. gnaws on the thomas plush part twenty million
and finally SAMMY- very very stressed so he yells a lot BUT he does a softer side in private. he just needs to front as mean and irritating with everyone to keep his image up :(( grr squishes him very hard. transmasc and gay bc. he just is. does not like joey but then again in my au nobody really does but thats ok<3 back to sammy the babygirl. he is 168cm and his "partner" is jack... but we all know... the silly... also probably helped johnny learn the organ/piano. because it needs to happen
if u want 2 know more or have any questions my dms are open >:3c sorry for th ramble!!! fjrjeh
Hii!!  I'm so sorry this took so long to get toooooo. I had to inhale this text for a bit and let it sog into my brain xD I always need a bit to take in muchhhhooss information (nothing bad btw just me being me hehe)
AND YEAHHH.. I should maybe talk more about angst. But at the same time I'm like. Naurrrr... Naurrrr... I really live by "there's always so much negativity and sadness in this world, no need to add more to it" SO I ALWAYS HESITATE SHARING ANGST AND SAD THINGS!! CUZ I'M LIKE!!  WHY BE SAD IF I CAN HAVE FUN STUFF WITH STUFF THAT MAKES ME HAPPY </3 + most of it is just killing and torture anyway and euhm. Those tend to trigger ehm negative stuffs in me anyway :') Mostly just hallucinations and shit thoughts but!! You know, when there's a good time to share some of that stuff, I will!! :3 or maybe I share more about my toon Alice. She's a bit more tame about with that stuff. Anyhow. This is about YOU and not me. Soooo I'll go now through your stuff >:)
Wally being like that is true, that really fits to him!! He's just a silly that takes his his time to piece stuff together and that is okay :3
And OMG, mine also carries a knife around :D I just think it makes so much sense for hi to do so.... He's encountered moving ink puddles before, might just aswell carry a knife til. I feel like it also makes more sense after we saw his hat and a knife at artists rests (+ the April fools video hehe). Also, him being transmasc and pan is so funny because my old version of wally used to be exactly that aswell!!  :D I changed that though, but again something very fitting for him. I loev your wally. He's so silly. AND SMALL!!!???  like damn OMG I didn't expect him to be that tiny. I could just launch him /lh
(Wally being a little gossip girly pop is so funny and real HAHAHA )
Thomas's and Wally,s relationship being like that is exactly how I envisioned it xD I love that for them so much.
And.. DAMN!! IM ALMOST AS TALL AS THOMAS BOY!! I thought yours would have been MUCH taller. Guess I was wrong. That's so interesting.
Also yeah... He definitely smokes. He smokes so damn much, probably several packs a day LMFOA. It's not to miss with a voice like that xD. You'd have to be insane to not think that.
Besides, BIG FAM FOR THOMAS ALSO MAKES A LOT OF SENSE!!
SAMMY BOY!!! SAMMY BOY!! I've been so keen on hearing about him!!!!! Wa'hh!!�� We love publicly intimidating and soft at home Sammy I love that so so so so so much waghahahhhh!! And he's also way smaller than I thought,!! Another suprise here :D but nothing bad. Just me being like woah??  In taller than him. ALSO, HIM AND JACK BEING A THING?? YAY!! I LOVE SAMMY AND JACK TOGEZHER WJAJAJAJ AND OHOHOHH JOHNNY MOMENT. JOHNNY MENTIONED *POINTSSS*
AND YEAH I'LL LET YOU KNOW IF I WANNA KNOW MORE. AND DON'T BE SORRY I LOVED THIS SO MUCH.. ERMMMM. IF YOU EVER WANNA TALK MORE ABOUT YOUR JOHNNY *twirls hair* I'd love to know what he's up to in your AU. Where he's mostly at!! Mine is first at the music department but then gets moved down to lacie and Bertrum, so I'd love to know where yours at!! And his personality too. That's the thing that interests me the most!!! Giving a character who has no info at all jngame a personality is always so cool and interesting to see :D everyone has like their own way of seeing and imagining characters.. I'd die to know how yours is!!!!
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zoekrystall · 9 months
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Finished ghost trick have scrambled kinda tired thoughts
Def smth to start the game in the evening and finishing just short after 6am. Yes one sitting baby. Very often irl time lined up w where I was in the game. For better or for worse. Oh how I wish I could eat like lynne. I still prefer the og soundtrack but the new one isn't bad either. Appreciate games that let you switch between both. Bonus content my beloved I always eat bonus illustrations up esp concept art I really wish more games had this nowadays (next to art books maybe since not everyone can get them). I think in the past bonus content was more the norm but it seemed to get lost. Alas could be wrong I don't look at a lot of games I'm somewhat in my own bubble and I'm fine w that. Oh the ghost puzzles are slide ones I'm out I suck at those so bad they made me go from 0 to 100 when I played all layton games to the point I just immediately pulled a guide up. Someone get me when guides exist (wouldn't be suprised if they already do). Anyhow omg did I forget how much I adore every single char. Absolutely over my head but maybe I will make a board for all. At the very least all more major chars. Everyone has such good designs. Design wise cabanela ily but I think aside from like lynne, yomiel and missile is detective jowd my fav I always forget how sympathetic he is for me. Not enough to consider a comfort char but he does have a comforting presence. First time playing did I get deeper and deeper emotionally into other stuff so his whole oh I'm guilty I can't be forgiven I deserve execution talk for the first part was a tad ah oof yikes not a emotion mirror fan but now esp after already knowing the story was it just. Shaking You Snap Out. Also oh remembering my first reactions to things was funny. I think my feelings towards cabanela were such a rollercoaster. Also yomiel oh yomiel I am so glad death got avoided and a normal life was possible but I wish we also saw a bit of his new life and idk maybe it's just me but I find it sad how sissel wasn't his cat anymore. Oh how the story took me for a ride the first time but also oh how nice it is to replay smth and seeing the foreshadowing knowing the truth n all. One thing I completely forgot is how when the meteorite got avoided n then the bullet yomiel just gets pierced and hnnnnnn nnnnnot a fan of that stuff. Even if the game isn't graphic and he survives do I not like that. That could've happened when his body still immediately healed wounds and my body would still go ha no you will feel pain in the same spot for hours. Pierced through pain my absolute behated.
Sorry not sorry for how this post looks it's 7:30am over here and I almost fell asleep writing and will now pass out.
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soulrph · 1 year
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Random advice question if you are still open for these: recently I have been getting overwhelmed with my draft/reply count. I know I will get to them and time isn't in my favor as a college student, but I often feel overwhelmed by them? Sometimes I worry I will never get to them? It's a weird, irrational fear haha. Is there any advice you have towards managing a reply count or anything regarding that?
hi my angel! first off, let me commend you for being brave enough to ask this question. it can be scary asking these things, so fair play to you for taking the first step, and congratulations on getting into college!
secondly: i'm going to present you a classic example of why you shouldn't be letting this overwhelm you. so where i'm from, when we fill out a government document, they ask you what your profession is, right? you might be a carpenter or a waitress or a doctor, OR A STUDENT!! college is considered to be a full-time profession, and it comes first, okay? nobody, and i do mean NOBODY is expecting you to sweep through your drafts and inbox on the regular while juggling assignments and deadlines. you're already doing so much, and that's plenty of stress as it is. your first priority needs to be looking after yourself. so drink plenty of water, eat good food (and if money's an issue, i happen to follow a tonne of people on instagram who provide plenty of amazing and cheap recipes for these difficult months!) and make sure to get plenty of rest and exercise, okay?
as for the drafts, you can tell people you're taking a little hiatus! just explain that activity will be slim to none until the holidays, as a result of your degree. everyone, myself included, does that! i used to have a job that was 66 hours a week, 6 days a week, and i'd tell people i wouldn't be around for a few months. nothing bad happened! people are far more understanding and appreciative of these things than your brain will convince you they're not.
anyhow! it's not an irrational fear, my darling. it's like when you see a waitress carry a huge stack of plates in a kitchen, right? it's stressful! it's scary! there's so many plates to clean off and wash and dry and put away! but they do eventually get finished off and cleaned. just one plate at a time, right? and you can do the drafts the same way, just one draft at a time! or you can delete them all. that's okay too! just make a little post and say that you're clearing out your drafts and/or inbox, and plan to start afresh. nobody will be angry, love, i promise!
this is 2022. almost 2023. we need to be looking after ourselves. it's just the rpc, my angel, and we'll be here to help you and have fun with you once you have the time!
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peppertaemint · 1 year
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I don't know if you've seen the new pic Kibum posted, but if you're online I'm sure you've seen the drama about it now...
I don't get it though, usually Key will say himself when he posts something if it shouldn't be shared, so I wonder if even he didn't see a problem with it at first? Why is one picture such a problem? Is Taemin not allowed to exist in public while enlisted?
This isn't a dig at Baekhyun cause I'm glad he was able to do these things, but didn't he have youtube videos coming out while enlisted? And I know he was all over his verified twitter all the time? How is just one picture different than that? Is it cause of the platform? Even though its not Taemin's bubble and he makes no money from it? Would their be so much drama if it had been posted to instastories?
I saw people saying there were articles, but there were articles written when Taemin went to Keys show?
I dunno where I'm getting with this, other than enlistment is confusing, I hope Key and Taemin in particular are okay, and I can't wait for this overlong awful enlistment to be over...
Hi Anon.
I have Bubble so I received the scolding directly via text! That was a shocker, lol. I'll give you my unvarnished opinion on this but as a warning, I'm going to be brutally honest about all of it. You're asking completely legit questions here.
The situation is nuanced, and I think for a lot of fans just the idea that they did something Kibum didn't like and felt the need to tell everyone off about was enough to either upset them or make them scared and 'fall in line." I deleted the posts I made and then I reflected because I never share Bubble content. But this time I made an exception — why did I do that? Because EVERYONE did.
So this is my opinion (don't take it as gospel because I have no access to anyone's thoughts). I think Key misjudged the reaction to that photo and how berserk everyone would go. He sees Taemin all the time; we haven't seen his entire face since his birthday in 2022 (lol). And, we've had virtually no communication from him in almost two years. "We" went nuts. Can anyone blame us? No. But Bubble is a paid service, and Kibum always reminds us not to share his shit. I never share anyone's shit publicly anyhow, but again it was ubiquitous, so I joined in. See the problem?
He had every right to get mad and remind of his boundaries and Bubble policy (there are financial penalties you can face for sharing stuff too btw). I also think he probably felt remorse over sending it in the first place since he likely misjudged what would happen. Is it all about breaking Bubble policy? No. And I don't think it's all about him being annoyed at fans breaking his trust either.
Baekhyun did have a personal YouTube account that he setup himself to use to communicate with fans during enlistment. It's my understanding he did this as a way to keep in touch without it having any links to promo/work. But, do you remember how he had to delete it all, and then he came online to tell us it's okay etc? I think that SM caught wind of extra scrutiny on people doing civil service enlistment, and it was a precaution. I also think this is why they've cooled it on Taemari, and it could be one of many reasons why Taemin stopped doing any posts at all. I'm not saying it's THE reason, but I think it's likely a factor.
There is a lot of criticism of celebrities who do civil service enlistment, and that criticism was present before the investigation involving Ravi and others came to light. People have been criticizing the option for years, saying it's how celebrities get out of doing "actual" service (let's put aside arguments about why that's wrong/insane, etc). Instead, put yourself in Taemin's shoes. He started service one way and is finishing it another. Wouldn't you want to avoid public ire and scrutiny over how you're spending your time in enlistment, ie. "living it up" etc. In my opinion, that's the worry over the photo being everywhere and now in news articles.
Why is the concert different? He went with Lee Soo-Man on the non-Beyond Live day as a private citizen, he kept his face covered the entire time—he even dressed low key. I have the same shirt that he wore (lol, imagine my surprise) except it's the branded version. He wore the non-branded version. Though he did have a Prada bag so maybe my argument falls apart but it wasn't like, in your face, was it? Anyhow, I hope you'll see my point. When he went to that soccer game, Jimin and Sungwoon were also there but they were in a fancy box. He did not sit in the box - he was just with the regulars in the stands. It wouldn't look so good to be in a fancy private box when you're supposed to be serving in the military, would it?
When Minho served, whenever he called Taemin he said he could never show his face. He was allowed to call him on VLives (or comment, lol) but he said specifically he can't show his face. They even argued about it. To bring this full circle, Bubble is a paid promotional, parasocial service. Even though for Kibum, sharing the photo is "private," it's still part of his work as an idol. So technically Taemin was in paid content. Is it a big deal? I really don't think it is (also is he definitely not discharged already?! o.O) so no one should feel sad or bad or whatever. Next time anyone shares anything on Bubble, I know it won't get shared. That's just how the fans roll. There's a level of respect here that is a breath of fresh air tbh.
Why is Baekhyun on Twitter whenever he wants but we don't hear from Taemin often? Personal choice. And that's a choice to be respected. It's not our business unless he chooses to share. Existential perspectives aside, we're part of "work" and the man is not in work nor getting paid for it right now, so he doesn't need to do shit. lol.
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“I can’t believe I’m telling you this.”
damon + adam please 🥺
@nemodoren here ya go bby! 💙
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"You never told me why a hot shot such as yourself ended up here." Adam grinned, his eyes carding over Damon while observing him finishing off the rest of the cake slices a co-worker provided.
"Well," Damon sighed, smiling for a moment before taking another mouthful. "That part was always...complicated."
"How so?" Adam canted his head curiously while he adjusted in his seat. His smile remained even as Damon gave him a stare that could intimidate most into backing away.
"Impatient much? Let me finish eating, and I'll tell you." Damon said with a huff. The tone of his voice erred on the side of teasing. After a few more bites, he licked the underside of his fork then sat the plastic silverware down. Carding his right hand through his locks, Damon furrowed his brows and sighed.
"Let's just say I find more pleasure in the trenches than I do with the top brass."
"Translation, please? I'm afraid I don't speak Boomer." Adam chuckled. His smile only grew when he saw Damon shake his head and let out a laugh.
"I may be older than you, but I'm not that dated." Damon reached for his coffee mug and took a gulp. Sitting the mug down he continued. "There was a time in my life where I was up there in terms of popularity with journalism. A bit of a celebrity. At least I had the makings of becoming one."
"What sort of stories did you go after?" Adam asked curiously.
"Nothing like what's done here, I assure you." Damon shrugged. "My work consisted of uplifting popular fashion designers. You know, the likes of Milan, Galas, that sort of thing. I wrote ass kissing articles if I'm being honest. Anyhow, it was steady work and I became well acquainted with many in the entertainment and fashion industry. I had plans of moving to LA at one point."
"Wow," Adam raised his brows, shaking his head in disbelief. "And I bet you were rolling in hundred dollar bills."
"More or less."
"Why give that up for some place like..." Adam gestured around their office space. "This."
Damon's expression shifted. His eyes looking more morose. It was in stark contrast to the slight smile that remained on his lips, still amused by Adam's questions.
"Not everyone is your friend in this field," Damon murmured. "I put my trust in the wrong people, the wrong person."
Adam hesitated before deciding to take the plunge. "Define wrong person."
"An ex," Damon nodded as if reassuring himself it was alright to speak up on the matter. "Long story short, she and I had our problems and said problems ended up entangling in our working relationship. I was more or less blacklisted."
"Oh," The pain in Damon's voice had Adam regretting having pried. He had never heard Damon sound so insecure before. It was out of character for a man of his caliber.
"I can't believe I'm telling you this." Damon laughed, shaking his head.
"I can't either if I'm being real with you." Adam smiled. "I thought I was going to have to blackmail you to get anything like that out."
Damon smirked and averted his gaze. "I'm not always a bastard. Contrary to popular belief."
"I can tell," Adam said softly.
A long pause embraced the two men as they ruminated in their own thoughts. Each of them enjoying the silence before Adam cleared his throat, breaking the trance.
"I'm glad you told me. I'll go a bit easier on you."
"So no more jokes about me having a small dick because my personality sucks?"
"Hey, I never said I was through with those."
Both Damon and Adam laughed. Each of them feeling a wave of anxiety and happiness brew in their chest.
"For what it's worth," Adam began. "It's great you're here."
"Thanks." Damon nodded. For the first time in months, he truly allowed one of Adam's compliments to settle and take root. Perhaps he could put quitting on the backburner for now.
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lostonehero · 1 year
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So let's skip forward in the story. *note I haven't written shit down , so uhhhhh here.
Uhhh clear some stuff up apocalypse happened way in the future Emmet was sent to the future
Pokemon exist in the future however they are so removed from present day pokemon its hard to tell
Ingo was sent to the past
Volo can only recall so much from his beginnings he can if he tried but he doesn't care to unless it has to do with his kid or grandkids
Ingo arrived back into the present a year before Emmet returned
The twins need names I'm thinking something to do with mechanics
Emmet holds his severed arm in the air in triumph sparks, fling off the bolts fused into his neck. He turns to the elmolga he found and used as a super charge in his hat. "Thanks, familiar friend. We made it to the paradise zone."
The twins rush behind Emmet and catch him before he collapses to the ground.
"Conductor Emmet is burned out." One says
"He skidded out, going straight for a week." The other says
The twins are identical
The blonde hair man sighed as the smoke cleared. He squinted, spotting a man identical to Emmet. "Girls take Emmet to Lisa now." He looks over as the twins drag Emmet to the train like pokemon? Nobody really knew.
Volo holds his hand up. "Girls leave Emmet there and come to my side. I think it's a history lesson time."
The twins together. "Oh boy, we love story time."
"No, not story. This is history. Whatever gets me the iron thread and my needle, I have to stitch that arm back on."
.......skip the confusion and chaos, and Volo is sitting in Lisa Emmet in his lap out cold as he stitches the arm together it reattached by itself. Volo just wants an extra precatioun......
"Now what I want from you." He points at Ingo. "A shower, geez, I haven't even seen a warm one in like 200 years, I'm lucky if we can do a fire barrel on a good day." He sighs and clicks his tongue. "Girls, be careful they aren't infected. The infection is well over 5000 years away."
"Explain." Ingos loud stern voice makes the twins flinch and hide behind Lisa.
Volo sighs. "Be nice to them they're kids. But alright, so about uhhhh, let's say 600 Years ago, the tensions between Paldea and Kalos started to get out of control, so well I don't know which created which but both were man-made no pokemon were used in this devastation." He sighs as the twins come back around to listen.
"And well, one was called nuclear bombs, and the other was a man made super virus, I don't exactly know who threw the first punch, but it dragged everyone into it. Nobody was spared no region no pokemon no person everyone was effected." He smiles as his twins giggle as he finishes Emmet's arm and starts to use the metal thread as a teaching tool.
"So everything was a mess for a long while, legends fled well, most of them left to a different world to start over. This trapped to the land, or those who wanted to help rebuild were changed and rebuilt. The wave bringer and molten earth resurrected their favorite champions to be helpers they were affected by the virus, but they are quite friendly and help me recall the past. They're the twins' uncle's. Anyhow, other legends were changed into different beasts reverted to basic instincts people crowded around them as idols and gods built settlements around them. And the rest wonder the lands the merged dragons split for Emmet it was quite the site." He pauses and waves his hands.
"I'm getting off tracked, so settlements and villages were built 100s years later, and well, that's when it gets messy." He frowns. "Infected aka the ones that show the most non-human features are forced out only pure humans are allowed in the biggest settlements, and well if you're found out that you are well infected or at the very least different you are killed or abandoned left to die. The twins' mother was asymptomatic and infected, so she easily was welcomed into the city. The twins when born weren't...."
The twins hold onto each other
"I found newborn twin girls in the outskirts of the settlement, and I took them." He smiles softly. "Uh, right infected, what are they? Well, the virus combined with the fallout, so technically, everyone in the present or future is infected, but there are a couple types. The feral , these are complete monsters who eat and maimed anything alive they have no familiar human shape. The confused they are teetering on the edge of feral, they have a humanlike shape, but they only understand basic commands and are like a pet or a guard. Hollows a mesh of more than one infected cults form around them and try to get other infected parts or them entirely to add to the monstrosity.... these are rare and normally just become feral or kill themselves. I've only seen one who accepted the cult." He shudders
"Anyway, there are others, but uhhhhh, I'll tell two more. The twins are born infected, so they will grow old and eventually die. They have abnormal partsThey can survive the worst of the wasteland and are excellent fighters. However, they have limits. Uh and then Emmet which is rare in itself only saw them at the beginning of this and even then only a handful are left and I can count on one hand that haven't turned feral or started a settlement, and became a ruler. He's a turned, which is rare that he didn't lose his mind, and he can control his form, which is even rarer, the Uh bolts in his neck are a great way to track if he'll lose control but we have manged to get him stable after he is quite scary. Off topic again, sorry. Uh, here. " He holds up Emmet who is dead to the world. Soft snores come from his mouth.
He is shirtless, showing off his scars that are horrifying in themselves. He's also so skinny, like starving skinny. He turns him around to show round black bumps with a sliver end to them 3 down each side of his spine and a long tail that seems to have a metal end to it.
"These are his weapons or extra appendages. He has others, but he has to be awake and willing to show them. The black circle bumps extend into tendrils, and the silver parts harden into blades. His tail is like a lightning rod and catches any electricity." He places Emmet down to lay in his lap where he cuddles up. "However, since he is a turned, he won't age past the day he was infected and stay that way till he's killed."
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