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corroded-hellfire · 8 months

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Jitters - Eddie Munson x Reader

An As You Wish story

Collaboration with my darling @munson-blurbs

Summary: It's the first day of school for the Munson children--ever for Eliza, but their dad is being the biggest baby of them all.

Note: With all the back-to-school excitement going on I thought, "What would Eddie be like when Eliza first starts school?" So, voila. As always, I am so thankful for all of you who read and have the loveliest things to say 💕

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[As You Wish masterlist]

If someone were to take bets on which Munson is the most miserable on the first day of school, they might pick Ryan. Sixteen years old, starting his junior year, and seemingly irritated by every move someone makes.

They might pick fourteen-year-old Luke, the Tasmanian Devil himself, constantly lamenting about how boring his teachers are.

Or they might pick Eliza, no longer getting to be the big fish in the daycare’s small pond, but now a full-fledged preschooler—one who is not happy about getting up early.

Any of these would be fine guesses. But they would also be dead wrong.

“My babies are all grown up!” Eddie bemoans, watching Eliza slide a comically oversized Little Mermaid backpack over her tiny shoulders. He stares at his sons as they shove their feet into their new sneakers, conveniently ignoring the repeated warnings not to break their shoes.

Ryan catches his dad looking at them and rolls his eyes. “Take a picture; it’ll last longer,” he quips, groaning when Eddie dashes into the bedroom to grab his camera. “Crap, I didn’t mean literally.”

“Swear jar!” Luke chirps, all-too excited to catch his big brother slipping up.

“‘Crap’ isn’t a swear word, dumbass.”

“Another dollar in the swear jar!” Luke roars, nearly colliding with the wall as he darts away from Ryan before the elder boy can get his hands on him.

You give the two boys a biting glare from across the room. If you can't keep them from using bad language all the time, they at least need to adhere to the rule when their little sister is in the room. Luckily, Eliza is currently admiring her new black Mary Jane shoes and was paying no mind to what was happening around her.

Before Ryan and Luke can start bickering again, you herd them over to the side of the living room where the lighting is the best for pictures.

“Come on, come on,” you say as you practically push them across the space. “Dad’s getting the camera, let’s get this show on the road.”

Ryan groans and drops his head back in irritation. “Can’t you just take some of Eliza? You have enough of us.”

“We never have enough of you,” you tell him, moving towards him on instinct to press a kiss to the top of his head—only to come face to face with the reminder that he’s taller than you now. “Eliza, come on over here, baby girl.”

Eliza looks up from where she’s now inspecting the pink overall dress she’s wearing. Her two curly little pigtails bounce with every motion. She hikes up her green sparkly princess backpack as she skips towards you. She becomes derailed, however, when Eddie walks back into the room. Eliza diverts her attention and makes a not-quite-a-surprise attack on his legs.

“Rawr! Gotchu Daddy!”

“Oh no!” Eddie feigns, clasping the camera to his chest. “I guess I can’t take you to preschool then, huh? Such a shame.”

“Nice try,” you tell him. “She’s still going.”

Eddie’s brows furrow together in another one of the little pouts he’s been giving you for the past few days. He thinks his baby girl is growing up too fast—does he think you don’t feel the same way? You just don’t show your emotions as expressively as your husband does.

“She’s only three,” Eddie says about your daughter. “Shouldn’t we wait until she’s at least four?”

“She’ll be four next month, Eddie,” you remind him. “This is when she’s supposed to start preschool.”

The sullen father has nothing to say in response to that, so he just looks down at the camera and fiddles with it, making sure there’s enough film and that it’s on the right settings. You take the opportunity to walk over towards Ryan.

“Was he this bad when Luke started school?” you ask in a hushed voice.

Ryan considers it for a moment before shrugging. “In my childhood mind, no. But I also used to believe it when Dad told me I’d look like Popeye if I ate my spinach, so who knows?”

“I can only imagine how he was with you.” With a small smirk, you grab Ryan’s arms and give him a small shake from side to side. “His first born,” you coo in a sickeningly sweet tone. Ryan shoos you away from him, but you can see the smile on his face that he’s trying his damndest to hide.

In the meantime, Luke grabs a Kleenex box from the kitchen counter, lowering onto bended knee and presenting it to Eddie.

“A gift for thou, Sir Sobs-a-Lot,” he says, adopting an exaggerated British accent.

Eddie thumps him on the back of the head, but takes a tissue regardless.

“Wayne always said I’d be screwed if my kids were as weird as me,” he muses.

“Dad,” Luke fake-whines, “don’t say that about Eliza!”

Eliza furrows her little eyebrows and makes a run for her brother, charging towards him like a provoked rhinoceros.

Luke is quicker, though, and holds her prisoner against his chest with a menacing cackle.

“Mean brother,” Eliza mumbles, face smushed against him.

He grins triumphantly. “That’s why you love me so much.” He presses a big smacking kiss to her cheek and lets her go, gasping in feigned offense when she wipes it away and wanders back to Eddie.

“Time for school! Let’s gooooooo, Daddy!” She takes his hand and tugs him towards the door, equal parts eager and exasperated.

Eddie obliges, but you can tell that this isn’t easy for him. “Why is she so eager to leave?” he asks you under his breath. “Ryan and Luke were practically wrapped around my ankles begging me to let them stay home.”

“I think she’s just excited to meet new friends and learn new things!” you say with a smile, trying to hold back your own tears. “Isn’t that right, Liza Bean?”

Eliza nods vigorously. “Luke says I get Play-Doh!”

“Remember,” Luke crouches down to tell her, “it’s important that you taste the Play-Doh before you use it.”

The comment earns him another thump to the head from Eddie.

“Please don’t eat Play-Doh,” you beg your daughter. Or listen to anything Luke says, you silently add.

“Yeah, just stick to your lunch,” Ryan offers, always the voice of reason.

“Lots of fruits and veggies,” Luke jumps in. “Remember why?”

“SCURVY!” Eliza proudly shouts, beaming from ear to ear.

Eddie exhales and rubs the bridge of his nose, at a total loss for words. “Can you crazy children just take the pictures so we can go?” he finally manages, patience sufficiently worn thin.

“Sir, yes, sir!” the boys salute in unison.

“Yes, sir!” Eliza chimes in, happy to emulate her big brothers.

You take the camera from Eddie when you see his jaw clench. You’d been afraid of your daughter having a meltdown today, but you obviously should have been worrying about her dad.

“Okay,” you say, nodding for them to arrange themselves in front of the wall for a picture, “all three of you, first.”

Begrudgingly on the part of the teenagers, and happily on the part of the little girl exiting toddlerhood, they come together and manage to stand still while you grab a few shots of them.

“Now just Ryan, then Luke, then Liza,” you instruct. Ryan rolls his eyes as his two younger siblings step away from him.

“This is never going to end,” he mumbles.

Figuring it’s just easier to ignore him, you get your pictures of Ryan before moving on to solo Luke and then Eliza. “Now get in there, Dad,” you tell Eddie, gesturing him over to join the kids.

The moment Eddie is within reaching distance of her, Eliza raises her tiny arms to her father and insists that he holds her in the picture. Eddie, unable to deny her anything as always, complies.

“Just me and Daddy!” Eliza says.

“Eliza’s will be done,” you say before snapping one of just the pair of them.

“All right, all right,” Luke says, motioning for you to give him the camera. “You get in there, too. We’ve got a monumental day here. Another Munson in the school system.”

As you pose next to your daughter and husband, you see Ryan out of the corner of your eye. He leans in behind you and holds up two fingers as bunny ears behind Eliza’s head. His little sister didn’t see him, but she was going to get a kick out of that once you got the pictures developed. Luke also noticed the photobomber, so he takes another nicer picture.

“We ready to go now?” Luke asks. “Big day for me too, ya know. Starting high school and all. No one’s all fussy over me and I bet it’s because I don’t have pigtails. Damn.”

Eddie claps Luke on the shoulder as you take the camera from your son. “Didn’t wanna make ya nervous, kid,” Eddie says. “Also, dollar in the swear jar.”

Luke scoffs and presses a hand to his chest. “Have I ever been nervous a day in my life?”

“Well,” Ryan starts with a smug smile, “that depends if you count the time that you got paired up with Missy Collins for that science project.”

Luke’s face turns pink and his nostrils flare. You’re almost taken aback because you think this is the most flustered you’ve ever seen the usually cool and mischievous boy. Luke goes from standing perfectly still to lunging toward his older brother in milliseconds.

Ryan just lets out a whooping laugh and dodges him by heading outside. Luke is hot on his tail.

Eliza looks up at you and shakes her head, little brown pigtails swaying with the motion.

“Boys,” she says, an air of sophistication older than her three years in her tone.

“Boys,” you agree, offering her your hand. Her little fingers slide into your own and you head out the front door behind the two teenagers. Eddie grabs his keys and follows his family out.

The keys jingle in your husband’s hand, a nervous tic as he walks over to the car and unlocks it. The three kids pile into the back and Eliza and Luke bicker over buckling her car seat as you slip into the passenger’s side.

“Everyone have everything?” Eddie asks as soon as the arguing stops. “Backpacks? Lunches? Or lunch money?”

A chorus of “yes” comes from the backseat so Eddie starts the car and pulls out of the driveway, instantly wishing he could turn around and take everyone back home.

You, Eddie, and Eliza somehow arrive at the preschool on time, but not before your daughter had thoroughly embarrassed her brothers on the high school drop-off line. She’d begged Eddie to roll down her window so she could yell to them as they joined their friends.

“Bye, Ryan! Bye, Lukie!” she’d shouted. “I love you!”

You and Eddie thought it was hilarious. Luke and Ryan? Not so much.

But now, your husband is a total wreck as Eliza marches full steam ahead towards the school’s doors. Truthfully, you’re almost as bad as he is, but you’re trying to keep it together—for Eliza’s sake and for Eddie’s.

“You ready, Eliza?” You crouch down and place your hands on her shoulders.

“Yep!” She nods, baby teeth on full display when she grins excitedly.

Eddie narrows his eyes in disbelief. “Are you sure?” he asks, making you roll your eyes.

“Yep!” Eliza repeats; thankfully, she’s oblivious to his inner turmoil.

“You’re going to have a great time and make lots of new friends,” you tell her.

“And I’ll be right here, ready to pick you up when it’s over,” Eddie adds as he crouches down next to you.

It takes all your strength not to roll your eyes again or elbow Eddie in the ribs.

Eliza nods her head, little pigtails bouncing with the movement. She hikes her backpack up higher and gives you both another wide smile.

“Ready to go in?” you ask.

“Uh huh.”

You take her hand and she leads you into her new classroom, Eddie following along behind you. He’s quite literally dragging his feet, a human version of Eeyore the donkey.

A teacher, not too much younger than you, comes up to greet you all. “Hi, everyone!” she chirps in a tone that signals over-caffeination. “Welcome to preschool! I’m Miss Riley, your teacher.”

For the first time this morning, Eliza seems hesitant. She looks up at you for approval and you nod your head at her.

“I’m Eliza Marie Munson,” she announces, and you bite back a laugh at her formality.

“It’s very nice to meet you, Eliza,” Miss Riley says. “You’ve got both Mommy and Daddy with you here today, huh?”

“Yep! Was just gonna be Daddy but then Mommy said she didn’t think he’d really take me here.”

You squeeze your lips together as your daughter calls out your husband’s behavior; Eddie closes his eyes, a small smile appearing on his face. Both of you know (partially due to your experiences with Luke and Ryan when they were younger) that anything that went on in your house that Eliza knew about would be fair game to be shared with her whole class.

“Well, I’m very glad you’re here,” Miss Riley replies, holding a hand out for a high-five that your daughter eagerly returns. “Would you like me to show you where your cubby is?”

“Okay!” Eliza turns around and waves to you and Eddie. “Bye Mommy! Bye Daddy!”

“No hugs?” Eddie asks, a pout forming on his plush lips.

Eliza rolls her eyes as if this is the most unreasonable request she’s ever heard, but obliges.

You give her a tight squeeze, pressing a kiss to her temple. “You’re gonna have an amazing day, baby girl,” you remind her.

“I know, Mommy.”

Eddie’s hug can only be described as bone-crushing, with Eliza letting out a dramatic grunt as he holds her.

“Eliza Munson, you are the smartest, bravest little girl I know,” he says, voice catching in his throat. “I want you to go out there and kick some a—butt,” he hurriedly amends, but not before earning a glare from you.

“Most importantly, be nice,” you emphasize, hoping your advice trumps Eddie’s little half-time pep talk.

“I will!” Eliza happily declares before following Miss Riley over to the cubbies.

Eddie looks back and forth from her to you. “That’s it?” he asks. “That’s all we get?”

“What did you want?” you ask as you slip your hand into your husband’s. “Want her to cry and beg you to take her back home?”

“Well, no.” At your disbelieving eyebrow raise Eddie shrugs and amends his statement. “Not entirely.”

“We got hugs and goodbyes,” you point out. “Ryan barely acknowledged us, and Luke gave you a Wet Willy. I think we should cut our losses.”

“I know,” Eddie says, letting out a defeated sigh.

You gently tug him in the direction of the door to exit. “She’ll be fine,” you reassure him with a whisper. “And she’ll be so excited to tell you all about it later.”

Eddie nods, and just as the two of you are about to walk out the door, something rams into Eddie’s legs. He looks down to see Eliza grinning up at him, little arms wrapped around his knees.

“What’s up, Sweet Pea?” he asks, suddenly worried that something’s wrong. Was someone mean to her? Did she forget her lunch at home?

She jumps like a little jumping bean until she’s right in front of the two of you.

“I love you!”

Your heart swells and the pressure of tears is heavy behind your eyes. There’s no way you can look at Eddie because clocking his emotion will absolutely send you over the edge.

Eddie’s already tearing up though and has a bright smile on his face. “We love you too, Liza Bean,” he tells her. “So much.”

She giggles and you scoop her up in your arms. “We love you more than anything.”

You and Eddie press kisses to her cheeks at the same time, and Eddie blows a raspberry with his, making her giggle.

Once you set her down, Eliza blows you both a kiss before skipping over to a table where a few kids are drawing, already settling in.

Eddie wipes at his eyes as the two of you step out of the classroom and into the hall. “That’s what I wanted,” he admits with a tearful chuckle.

You wrap your arms around one of Eddie’s and lay your head on his shoulder. “You okay?” you ask him.

“No.” He sighs when you press a reassuring kiss against his shoulder. “I’m just trying to keep it together for your sake,” he says.

At his words, you pull away to look at him, eyebrows raised. “This was you holding it together?” you ask.

“Oh, this could’ve been way worse, babe.”

You chuckle as he slips his hand into yours, knowing that he’s likely telling the truth.

The two of you take one last look inside the classroom and see Eliza talking and laughing with a little girl and boy at her table.

“Come on,” you say, patting the back of Eddie’s hand with your free one.

With a reluctant sigh, Eddie starts to walk with you towards the exit.

“And I know Miss Riley is younger than me but don’t get any ideas.” You smirk and nudge his shoulder with your own, trying to joke around and cheer him up a bit.

Eddie puts his hands up in defense. “Hey, she’s a teacher. I only go for babysitters.”

The late summer morning is hot as you make the journey back to your car. Still the gentleman as always, Eddie opens your door for you.

“Man,” he shakes his head as you slip into the passenger’s seat. “I can’t believe my baby is in preschool.”

He closes your door and walks around to his side, giving you time to open your purse and pull out a small object, hiding it beneath your hands in your lap. He starts the car, though you’re fairly certain your heartbeat is louder than the engine.

“Well,” you start before clearing your throat. Eddie looks over at you and there’s suddenly a million butterflies not only in your stomach, but throughout your whole body. “She’s not going to be the baby for long…”

You hand Eddie the test, watching as his expression shifts from sadness to confusion to awe as he stares at the two pink lines.

“You’re pregnant?” The excitement in his voice rivals that of a kid on Christmas morning.

“I’m pregnant,” you confirm, grinning with your own excitement. The emotions that you've been trying to corral all day finally come out, relief and giddiness flowing through you as you tell your husband what you've been dying to amongst all the other chaos of the day.

Eddie lunges across the center console to wrap you up in his arms, letting the positive test drop into his lap. “Holy shit, princess.”

“I know,” you say with a giggle.

Eddie’s still in shock, grinning from ear to ear and rubs his hands over his face. “We’re gonna have another baby,” he says, just to hear it aloud.

“And just think,” you say, “you get to do this first day of preschool thing again.”

His nose wrinkles at that prospect. “Maybe I’ll just homeschool this one.”

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson fan fiction #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson fanart #AYW #AYWS #older!eddie

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silverstarfics · 11 months

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It’s not midnight in the UK yet so technically I’m still on time. Also, I didn’t have access to my laptop until literally 10pm so I wrote this very quickly. Anyway!! It’s asexuality day so I was not going to miss it!

@thunder-pride

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At age thirteen, everyone suddenly seemed to transfer from little kids into fledgling adults. In other words, their interests miraculously transformed overnight from dragons and mermaids and other such innocent games to… well, each other. Some experienced this change in focus early, others a little later, or, in Gordon’s case, not at all.

He blamed the fact that he’d been on swim teams for practically his entire life and so seeing semi-naked bodies wasn’t a novelty. He just didn’t care. While others were obsessing over who had kissed who and which upperclassman was the cutest, he was fixated on improving his turn during relays. He assumed that the feelings would magically arrive one day in the not-so-distant future. Like, say, his sixteenth birthday.

Only they never did.

Which wasn’t necessarily an issue until his girlfriend started putting her hands where he really did not want hands going and their subsequent messy breakup became the talk of the school. Daisy was determined to emerge with her reputation intact and so spread rumours regarding his lack of interest in anything below the waist. Unfortunately, there was little teenagers loved more than gossip. It spread like wildfire. And so, faced with the realisation that his non-existent feelings were not a commonplace experience, Gordon was hit with the terrifying possibility that there was something wrong with him.

The only blessing was that the story unravelled on a Friday, giving him an entire weekend to rest and recuperate in the darkness of his bedroom with his phone left on airplane mode. He hadn’t accounted for John’s presence, namely because John was supposed to be halfway across the country at Harvard but had chosen this week of all weeks to come home for a visit. So, if Gordon had hoped that his new status as a recluse would go unnoticed, he was very unlucky. John wasn’t the most socially adept guy, but he was pretty damn good at reading his brothers.

So, now they were here, tucked into a booth at a tiny roadside diner. John had given their father some excuse about getting Gordon some driving experience now that he finally had his learner’s permit and they had promptly fled before Jeff could question them further. It was approaching half-ten at night and so the place was mostly empty with the exception of a truck driver nursing a black coffee in the far corner.

Gordon kicked his sneakers under the table and drew his feet up to sit criss-cross. John took one look at his Finding Nemo socks and gave a fond sigh. Around them, lights flickered and glowed, filling the place with a low-level electrical hum. From the highway, the diner mimicked a beacon – packed to the brim with unusual lanterns, patterned lamps, fairy lights, neon signs and even rainbow LEDs around the rim of each table.

It was a mess of colour and Gordon loved it. He watched the reflection across the red-and-white tiles, curling into his corner of the booth to rest his head against the window while John scrolled through the holographic menu. The various sights and smells were almost enough to distract him from the issue at hand but then the memory of whispers and stares resurfaced in a nauseating wave. He curled his arms around his stomach and willed time to run in reverse.

“Okay, start talking.” John sent their order across to the kitchen and sat forward to give Gordon his full attention. His expectant look softened as he noticed Gordon’s nervous fidgeting. “Did something happen?”

“Um…” Gordon tugged the cuffs of his hoodie over his knuckles. “Maybe.” He yanked at a stray thread and tried to ignore the way his fingers were trembling. “It’s… Can you, uh… Promise you won’t tell anyone?”

“I can’t make that promise unless you swear that whatever’s bothering you isn’t a threat to your safety.”

“What?” He tore his gaze away from the tabletop to stare incredulously. “John, what the hell? What do you think I’ve been doing?”

“It’s you,” John pointed out wryly.

Gordon returned his focus to his frayed hoodie sleeves again.

“No, I’m not in trouble. Not like that, anyway. It’s…” He couldn’t get his hands to stay still. “So, um. Daisy and I broke up.” He looped a drawstring around his thumb and tugged absently. “Actually, she dumped me and then said a bunch of shi- stuff. She said a bunch of stuff. And now everyone else is saying stuff.”

John’s eyes narrowed slightly. His voice remained gentle but there was an undertone of protective fury which promised repercussions for anyone who had ever said a bad word about his younger brother.

“Can you elaborate on stuff?”

Gordon gave a loose shrug. “Just, um, I dunno. That I’m, um, weird because I don’t want to, like, uh, go further with her.”

“Okay,” John said simply. “So, you’re not ready for that yet. Not many are at your age. You’d be surprised by how many people lie about having relations.”

“Don’t say relations, jeez. How old are you? You sound like a fossil, Johnny.”

“Thanks,” John deadpanned. “You can pay for your own fries now. And hey, how many times do I have to remind you not to call me Johnny?”

Gordon shook his head with a faint grin which swiftly faded. “It’s not just about being ready.” His voice came out humiliatingly small. “I don’t think I want to do… that. Not with anyone. Ever.”

John shrugged. “Then don’t.”

“What- I- John. What’s that supposed to…? It’s not that easy!”

“It’s exactly that easy. If you don’t want to sleep with anyone, don’t.”

Gordon swiped a sleeve across his eyes angrily as his vision blurred. “But doesn’t that mean there’s something wrong with me?”

John drew a sharp breath. “Gordon. Hey, look at me for a second?” His gaze was searching, more earnest and softer than Gordon could ever recall John being with him. “There is nothing wrong with you. Okay? I promise you.”

“You swear?”

“I swear on Mom.”

Gordon found himself momentarily speechless. There was a brief pause as their milkshakes and fries arrived. He took great delight in the curly straw in his chocolate milkshake – and it was telling of just how worried John was when he made no comment about childish behaviour – and had inhaled almost an entire third of the fries before John ventured,

“Have you ever heard of the term asexuality?”

Gordon took another long slurp of milkshake and shook his head.

“Asexuality means you experience little or no sexual attraction. You’re not alone, Gords. An estimated one percent of the entire population are asexual.”

“That’s a really low percentage.”

John plucked a fry from the basket and chewed as he mentally calculated. “It sounds that way, but it’s actually a lot of people. The global population is approximately nine point eight billion. That makes ninety-eight million of them asexual. It doesn’t seem such a small proportion now, does it?”

Gordon ducked his head to hide his face and busied himself with the fries. “So… there’s nothing wrong with me? It’s okay to not want… that?”

“It’s perfectly normal.”

“Oh.” The rush of relief was so strong that Gordon nearly choked on it. He blinked furiously while John pretended not to notice and surreptitiously slid a tissue within reach. “That’s… huh. So, I’m… I’m asexual?”

John shot him a fond look. “I can’t tell you. That part’s up to you. But if you are, it’s nothing to be ashamed of and you’re not alone. There is an incredible community of people just like you.”

Gordon summoned a damp smile. “Thanks, Johnny.”

“Again with the Johnny? Really?”

“Oh my god, fine. Thanks… space-case.”

“Okay, c’mon. Let’s head out. Bedtime for squids.”

“John.”

“Nope. We’re leaving. I’ll even pay for your fries… on one condition.”

Gordon jogged to catch up with him. “Which is…?”

It could have been the lighting, but John’s smile seemed suspiciously evil. “I’d like a list of every kid who made fun of you.”

“Why?”

“No reason.”

“Johnny.”

“Oh, now I’m definitely not telling you.”

#i wrote half of this on my phone whilst having a minor meltdown in a field #so if it's completely terrible i'm very sorry #i tried #there are probably many errors but i'll fix them tomorrow #also i had to learn for this fic that the projected global population for the 2050s is 9.8 billion like?? what?? that seems insane to me #anyway #time to post this before it actually does hit midnight #thunderpride #thunderpride 2023 #thunderbirds are go

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smokeandsteam · 4 months

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musings #1

i want long curly mermaid hair that hugs my shoulders, but i also want a big ‘ol afro massive enough to create a gravitational pull on nearby objects, and i want pin-straight hair in a high ponytail that makes me look like a bitchy blonde secretary with an equestrian hobby, but i also want a buzz cut with a built-in alarm clock and when i hear it i shoot out of bed, march into the forest, and photosynthesize.

i want to dye it deep purple and green like some ornate water fowl, but also a deep red proportionate with the blood of my enemies, or maybe a pink and blue pastel balayage that reminds me to always eat dessert first.

i want oxford shoes in black and white, or in tan, with smart little stitches, but i also want gladiator sandals that make people think i might have armor on until they get close enough to be stopped, and i want loud sneakers made, not for concrete, but for two pairs of wheels under them, and i also want boots so long i can throw out all my pants, but i also want velvet combat boots, and really classy black high heels sharp enough to raise the dead.

i really want an entire closet of white linen clothes so i can always have that dumb rich lady look on my face, but i also want draping lace blouses the sun can shine through when i jump over that creek in my latin childhood, and i want crop tops that make my neck more attractive than my boobs, but i also want the boobs. maybe, i even want them to peek out of the bottom a little bit.

i want stiff shirt collars, no collars, and dog collars with the y2k spikes, and i want my heart shaped buttons to have a tense conversation with the mouth of my gold plated zippers. i need a harness that reminds you i can be moved, but only if you’re clever enough to know i don’t mean physically.

i want tight skirts that blur a movie screen so that you hear them before you see them, and long pleated skirts to tuck in all my dress shirts and sweaters so that i give off a vibe of innocence, but my lipstick begs to differ, and i want shiny rubber pants, but then id have a lot of power, and with power comes responsibility for things i’ve only considered dabbling in once or ten times.

i want a bespoke suit that throws out the idea of boobs all together, and i want it in a green so dark the forests will whisper “i’m home”, or a blue so soft the sky will give up. i also want it in the classic black with guns and knives hidden in all the pockets along with a glass-etching laser, a box with a single cigarette left inside, and a crumbled up note with ten or so smudged digits.

i want a satin dress that knows everything about me and kind of blinds you while i sing on a stage, but i also want a soft cotton long sleeve dress that trails the ground like flame at an overlord’s footsteps, and i want a dress with my african ancestry screaming in every vivid thread as it comforts me with the willingness to cry about how beautiful life is.

i’d like to smell like roses, but like real ones that you sometimes find dew, or the occasion bug, on, and i want to smell like vanilla and laughter, but i also want to smell like sawdust and cold air that dries out your eyes. i want to smell like sex and sugar while holding a murderous look in my eyes like the evil people in soap operas, and i want to smell like fireworks and dynamite so you know i’m coming from a mile away, or i want a smell that embodies the ocean and makes you want to swim for your life without forgetting the salt that brought you here in the first place.

so, um, what’s my style?

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knightyoomyoui · 1 year

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MoChaeng (Momo x Chaeyoung) - “Engraved Within Ourselves”

After nearly 4 months of not giving any update in this book, I'M BACK!

I'll be starting to update this as sooner as I can because I decided to give equal attention now on updating all of my books whilst trying to insert my hobby of writing stories on my free time between my schoolworks.

No more wasting time, let's get right into it with this newly made MoChaeng one-shot of mine nozesimp here's your request sis!

Momo has just completed serving a client of hers 45 minutes ago, which would only lead her to one remaining customer she needs to serve before she closes her tattoo shop.

To wait, she sat in front of her desk, eating some beef jerky while watching a dance performance of one of her favorite shows called "World Of Dance".

At the right timing, she was about to switch to another new video when she heard the bell on top of her steel door clang, signalling a movement coming from a person who must've opened it.

She looked to the side where she saw a short-heighted woman with blonde long hair wearing a white Calvin Klein sports bra, black fitted shorts, some pair of white sneakers and a black vest to top it all off.

Momo can't deny that this woman looks hella cool and... smoking hot. She has this chic aura that illuminated her just as when her eyes landed on her appearance.

The cool looking last customer of hers gently bowed at her in respect which Momo returned the same gesture as she stood up from her seat after turning off her phone.

"Hello, I would like to have a new tattoo."

"Sure ma'am, do you have a preferred design with you?"

Momo watched the woman tugged out some paper out of her pocket. She unfolded it and presented it to the artist.

Momo's mouth agaped when she saw the content of the paper she received.

It was an astounding drawing of a mermaid looking creature with some few strange additional features on it, and what got it very detailed was the inclusion of the colors on each parts.

"W-wow... did you draw this ma'am?", Momo said as her eyes still fixated at the drawing she's holding.

"Yes."

"I just wanna say that this is so impressive. I like how you sketched the design on your own."

"Thanks."

"So... do you have any specific body parts for me to place this on you?"

"My left shoulder please.", the blonde girl poked the spot she was referring.

"Alright. Well you can take a seat for a moment and fill these required information regarding our service today while I prepare all my equipments, is it fine to you miss?"

"No problem at all.", she shook her head.

"Okay. Thanks for being patient, I'll get things ready now.", Momo heads onto her tattoo room to organized everything she'll have to use while the customer sat on the vacant guest chairs placed in front of Momo's desk and started filling up the paperwork before scrolling down in social media as she waits.

Few minutes later, Momo has finally get everything settled. She only stepped once to call her customer as she can have her basically hear what she's about to say anyway because her place was just perfectly small.

"Miss, you can now come here."

The customer nodded in comply. She stood up and walked through the entrance of Momo's tattoo room where she roamed her eyes around to see some cabinets, a tattoo chair that kinda has a similarity to what is being used from getting a tooth removal by a dentist and a metal push-over table where all of the ink caps and the needle are laid perfectly.

"You can sit now on the chair, miss.", Momo instructed and the customer quickly followed.

"What's your name by the way, miss?"

"It's Son Chaeyoung, but you can just call me Chaeyoung."

"I'm Hirai Momo, you can call me just Momo too."

"Your name-"

"Yeah, I'm not Korean. Japanese, to be specific."

"That's interesting.", she ooh-ed and made her posture comfortable on the chair as Momo began wiping a rubbing alcohol on her skin. She took our some tiny bits of hair attached using a razor to ensure that the tattoo location would be very clean and smooth for her to draw.

Momo then sticked the stencil she made with Chaeyoung's picked design on it through her bare shoulder. She moistened it with water, swiping her fingertips across the surface of the stencil to press the stencil further on her skin before pulling it off, with its purple inks outlining the design now left on Chaeyoung's skin.

The outlining has started when Momo grabbed the needle with black ink contained inside, puncturing the skin of Chaeyoung who is just sitting relaxingly on the chair, since this isn't her first time taking a tattoo.

"You may be the first customer I ever encountered who gave me such a design illustrated with your own sketching.", Momo inserted a topic to talk about as to lessen the awkwardness filling around them.

"Oh? You serious?"

"Yeah. Most of them just shows it to me with their prepared images or they pick what they like through my book that consists of some different tattoo designs. But you... you're different to me.", Momo chuckled.

"Glad to be your most unique customer you ever had.", Chaeyoung smiled at the information.

"I just moved on to that apartment there at the corner of the street few days ago. I was exploring the new surrounding to get accustomed of then luckily, I found this tattoo shop of yours which I decided to take a visit and try."

"Oh there? So you only live near from here then."

"Yeah. I guess we're neighbors now?", she shrugged.

"Oh no no, my shop is just located here but my house is two streets away.", Momo denied.

"Ahhh okay.", Chaeyoung pursed her lips. "You know, good thing I discovered this place. Looking nice from inside out."

"I'm thankful that you decided to give my business a try.", Momo grinned.

"All fine here. Perhaps this won't be the last of me visiting here. I'm liking the service of yours so far.", Chaeyoung smirked which costed a blush from Momo.

"Will do anything f-for my customers to be satisfied, that's why.", Momo sheepishly remarked.

Momo finished outlining the design before switching a machine to use for the next procedure which is coloring and shading.

"If that so then I'll be happy to be your regular customer.", Chaeyoung said in a jokingly manner despite being real with it.

Momo sweared that this girl doesn't fail to make her smile easily whenever she speaks which gives her a very nice feeling of communicating with her.

Now that it urged her to continue talking with her, she proceeded their flow of conversation with another topic. "So, Chaeyoung... it seems like you love drawing."

"Ofcourse. That's the skill I have which I mostly use as my hobby."

"We're just the same then. That's why I built this to use my artistic ability for a better purpose... through tattooing."

"Great idea you have there, Momo. Because of that, well for sure you are definitely earning some rightful amount of money these days."

"Yup. Enough to make my stomach full as always by buying food.", Momo giggled which Chaeyoung snorted at her revelation.

After half an hour later, Momo successfully placed a new tattoo for Chaeyoung after she completed the coloring of the design.

"Here you go. It's done."

Chaeyoung peeked at her shoulder and she was impressed at Momo flawlessly copied the sketch she wanted to imprint on her skin as a new tattoo to flex.

"Woah, this looks just like what I gave you!", Chaeyoung stated in awe as she admired her new fresh tattoo. She reaches for her phone and captured her shoulder to post it later on her social media account, also planning to mention Momo's business to recommend also to others in repay for good service.

"You did a great job, Momo. I loved it."

"I'm so happy to hear that you feel like it, Chaeyoung. Thank you so much."

Momo grabbed the ointment on the table and opened it, scooping some little amount as she smeared it all over the fresh tattoo to prevent infection.

The bandage was placed next as she wrapped it, treating it as if like just a wound that's needed a first aid treatment.

Momo taped it to end her duty for Chaeyoung who raised herself up from the chair, adjusting her coat before both of them walked out of the room.

Chaeyoung passed the signed papers to Momo including the payment for that particular type of design. Momo returned her the change.

"Thank you once again for coming, Chaeyoung. You're such a big help too. I actually only needed one last customer to wrap up everything here."

"Is that so? Well, good thing I did. A fair benefit for the both of us.", Chaeyoung beamed. "Thank you also for your service and it's nice to meet you too, Momo. You got me hooked on this now girl, I'll be visiting here from now on whenever I feel taking a new one."

"I'll be here always to give you what you want, Chaeyoung.", Momo smiled.

"Just call me Chae, consider this as we know each other now so might as well let's be comfortable with the name calling."

"Oh okay. Then Momoring would be fine for me too."

"Got it. Soooo.... wait what's your age?"

"26"

"Oh... i'm 23, so that makes you my unnie then.", Chaeyoung realized. "Back to what I was really to say uhm, can I get the name of your shop if by any instances, you made a profile in social media?"

"I did. It's also named Peach's Tattoo Place."

Chaeyoung typed it on the e-note in her phone. "There. I have it. I'll tag you on my post later, maybe I can attract some friends of mine to try coming here too."

"I appreciate the consideration, Chae. Thank you. Really, I am."

"No problem, Momo-unnie. You deserve it.", Chaeyoung flashed a thumbs up. Momo smiled at the younger's honorific mention.

"I have to go home now, bye Momoring!"

"Bye Chaeyoung. Take care!", both of them waved their hands at one another as Chaeyoung opened the door and exited the place, leaving Momo all alone again.

"Her personality amongst her looks just fits on her. Lucky to met a great person like her today.", Momo spoke to herself as the images of her first moments together with Chaeyoung appeared in her mind.

She smiled of it before heading on to clean all her equipments so that she can finally go home and rest.

THE NEXT DAY

Momo presented the inside of her bag to the guard before thanking and greeting him a good morning as she entered the dance studio.

Walking down in the lobby, a woman catches her presence around and excused herself to a staff she's talking just to catch on Momo.

Momo sensed that someone was walking alongside her, and when she looked who it is; she recognizes her immediately.

"Hey, Sakura."

"Hi, Momo-unnie. This is your first day being a solo instructor in your class, right?"

"Sadly, yes.", Momo's smile wore off in her face. It made her remember again that her previous co-dance instructor recently resigned in the studio with her decision all cleared up that she wants to spend her time now mostly with her husband that she's now engaged with.

"I'm gonna miss Sana teaching beside me but... it is what it is. What matters is that she told me we'll be keeping in touch still."

"Well that's good to know, unnie.", Sakura responded positive. "You got this unnie! C'mon don't forget that you're the best dancer we ever have here. Alone or not, you can ensure that those students will improve because of your masterful teaching."

"Hey hey, easy with the praises Sakura-chan.", Momo halts her friend's rapid-fire compliments which earned a bubbly laughter to her. "I may be the best if that's what you all can see me, but still it's way better than to have someone be there on your side to help you. I mean, I still feel quite nervous that I can't handle all 40 students by myself since this is my first time."

"I hope they can find someone for me though.", Momo added as she spoke it with pure hopefulness.

"It can be sooner or later, but as you wait I know you'll try your best to teach those students of yours very well. Fighting unnie!"

"Thanks, Sakura-chan. But before I do that, I gotta cheer up them first. They may still bringing the news with heavy sadness knowing that one of their favorite teacher is gone.", Momo elicited a tight-lipped smile. "Class won't go smoothly if those students has their mood aren't in good condition."

Momo paused at the door in front of her dance practice room as she turned around to see Sakura stopped walking and stood behind her. "I'll be going in. Thanks for lifting my spirit, Sakura-chan."

"Hehe, always for my big oneechan! Fighting!", she raised her fist up with jolly.

"Fighting!", Momo did the same gesture.

Sakura patted Momo's shoulder before walking back to the lobby to leave Momo who entered her class where her students are just talking with each other, some were focused on their cellphones or playing a random game together to keep theirselves entertained while waiting.

They all noticed Momo's arrival in the room, making them all stand up and greet their respected instructor with a bow.

"Hello and good morning Momo-senpai!"

"Hello and good morning too class. You may now sit down.", she told as she placed her bag on top of her large speaker.

3 HOURS LATER

Momo was busy guiding her students the dance choreography of the chorus part for NewJean's OMG when the lesson got interrupted with few knocks on the door.

She looked around and there, she saw her sister Hirai Hana, the founder of Hirai Dance Company standing there with her gym attire.

"Psst, Momoring. Can I give you a moment?", her sister asked her.

The class saw the higher up, immediately providing a polite greeting and a bow to her which made Hana smile sweetly.

"Thank you class, good morning to you all too."

"What's up, oneechan?"

"Seems like this is my first time seeing you teaching by yourself. Sana parted ways with the company, right?", Hana said. Momo nodded sadly which was contagious since the students felt down hearing about that.

"Sooo since you don't have a co-instructor together with you... then that only mean one thing, and that is to find a new replacement for you.", Hana pointed her hand at her little sister. The class began reacting with some fascinating oohs and others whispering to each other.

"But thankfully, we have one fully set for you, sis."

"Already?"

"Yeah, you know I can't stand seeing you do much of a hardwork to probably cause stress in you.", Hana said, making Momo feel touched at how caring her sister like she always is. "So I made a phone call last night with somebody to accept her application and just earlier this morning, she signed the contract and I let her begin today as our new member of the company.", Hana narrated.

"And right now, she's with me.", Hana glanced to her side. Momo along with her whole class wondered who might that be since that person is hiding from the wall beside the door, maybe to build anticipation.

"You can now show yourself to them."

Hana instructed to that someone and it followed, slowly revealing herself to everyone.

Momo's eyes widened in surprise when she initally recognized the lady who just stood beside her sister.

And when the latter had eye contact to Momo, she shared a same reaction as her.

"Momoring, this is Son Chaeyoung, the new replacement for Sana as your co-instructor for your class.", Hana introduced Chaeyoung to her. Little does her older sister know that she already met the woman beside her yesterday as her customer in the tattoo shop.

"H-hi, I-I'm Hirai Momo... pleased to meet you.", she stuttered, trying to disguise herself like she haven't know Chaeyoung yet.

Chaeyoung on the other hand, was stiffling her laughter to burst out at how Momo looked ridiculous on her pretend.

All she just did is to bow after at her too.

"I'll leave her to you now, sis. I still have class to teach.", Momo and Hana exchanged nods at one another before she urged Chaeyoung to enter the room.

Slowly walking towards Momo who playfully bounced her eyebrows, making her snigger; both of them faced the students.

"Class, you heard what my sister said, Miss Son here will join us offically as our new co-instructor. So please, take care of her and treat her with kindness and respect just like what you guys do to me okay?", Momo said to the class who are listening attentively.

"Yes, Miss Hirai!", the class chanted.

"Your turn, Chae.", Momo encouraged, patting her on the wrist.

"Nice to meet you everyone, don't worry and scared from me. I am very willing to interact and get to be close with everyone of you and I promise that as provider of Teacher Momo's assitance, I will do my best to help you all improve your dancing skills to become a talented dancer or better, to be just like us who can teach their own dance class in the future. Sounds good, class?"

"Yes, Miss Son!", the whole class agreed.

"Okay, all of you can rest for a while. Me and Miss Son will just talk okay?", Momo directed.

As the class now on the break, she and Chaeyoung faced to each other while holding a similar hilarious and flabbergasted expression to each other.

"What a coincidence, huh. I never expected that we will meet again Chae."

"Yeah same here. Just... how? Wait, you work here but... what about the tattoo shop of yours?", Chaeyoung confusedly asked.

"Ahh. That? Doing tattoos like what we talked yesterday, my hobby. Consider it as my side job and... this, being here as a dance instructor is actually my main job these days.", Momo elaborated.

"Ohh... now that makes sense.", Chaeyoung finally got enlightened. "And the CEO... she's your sister?"

"Mmmhmm. Hana's my older sister and the founder of the company. I decided to help her run the business so... I volunteered to be the CEO and she's gladly agreed."

"Ahh. Well that means it makes your full name to be Hirai Momo.", Momo nodded and smiled shyly at Chaeyoung's statement. "You know, I'm amazed at how talented you are. You were using both of it to earn money and be successful which is undeniably a great idea and very useful to be honest."

"Thanks. I guess I could say the same as you. I figured you were doing commissions also for sketches in your account.", Momo nearly lowered her volume in the end when she observed Chaeyoung's astounded emotion emerge.

"I-I just got to stalk your profile in curiosity, that's why... hehe."

"Ohh no problem, Momoring. I will do the same if I were you anyway.", Chaeyoung assured which Momo heaved a sigh in relief.

"Shall we head out to cafeteria to eat lunch together? I'll introduce you around here too after if you want."

"Sure, why not.", Chaeyoung giggled as she accepted Momo's offer.

They head out after and walked through the hallway as they continued talking on their way to the cafeteria.

1 AND A WEEK MONTH LATER

"Watch guys okay? In 3... 2.. 1.", Momo clicked the remote to play again the part of the song for the nth time.

She and Chaeyoung were currently teaching the dance choreo of 'Shape Of You' by Ed Sheeran to their students as their next challenge to sample a sexy / hot concept using the given song.

They were at the final chorus now so they had make the student pay attention to their moves because they already stated that the most important part they will anticipate is how impactful they're gonna end their choreo of the song.

All of the students are sitting on the floor quietly as they witness Momo and Chaeyoung return to their respective positions just as when the song started to play again.

C'mon be my baby cmon...

I'm in love with the shape of you After the beat drop, Momo and Chaeyoung stepped parallel to one another with their one foot advancing along to their arm which swayed sideward.

We push and pull like a magnet do Both of them stood aside with each other, Chaeyoung faced her back to Momo. They moved like what the line said, waving their bodies forward and backward with Momo clutching Chaeyoung's shoulder as if she's the one guiding Chaeyoung to join with her flow.

Whilst doing it, their other hand was laid on top of their thigh whose leg is pursed forward than the other. They did for like 3 streak of flows.

Although my heart is falling too In in love with your body

Chaeyoung switched where her front body is now directed at, now on her right side where she's now clearly visible by all of the students who are watching in awe.

Her right angle now in front of Momo, they both rotated their head clockwise while ensuring that some of their hair will scatter around their face to make it even look hotter with their hand on their nape as it followed the spin.

After that, Chaeyoung paused, leaning her back with the support of her arm standing at Momo's thigh which was pushed forward beside her before she advances her body as if she's falling, but Momo catched her by hooking her arm around her waist then pulled her back.

As Chaeyoung's whole front now presented to her arms as she's almost carrying her, she leaned her face very close to the younger's face with earned a loud shriek from the students as it seemed from them that they were about to kiss at that shot.

Last night you were in my room And my bedsheet smells like you Everything 's we're discovering something brand new I'm in love with your body

Momo assisted Chaeyoung to stand up before both faced the students again with Chaeyoung still in front of Momo.

Chaeyoung bended on her knees as Momo traced her back with a swipe touch before Chaeyoung swept away to switch on Momo's side to the left.

They did the same body wave thingie again in tandem before striking their body forward in sync with their fist clenched on their chest then spreaded apart as if it got knocked from the impact of their body.

Momo slowly kneel behind Chaeyoung as both her hands are on each side of her co-instructor's body figure like she's tracing its curves downwards to signify the line before it goes to the chorus of "ooh aahs" in the background.

Once again, the very entertained student sounded their astonishment at the move especially when Chaeyoung helped Momo get up but cupping her chin and nearly getting it close on her face before she gently pushed Momo to give her space as they began dancing at the adlib.

Everything's we're discovering something brand new I'm in love with the shape of you Momo spun Chaeyoung, tugging her arm before spinning her towards her and ended the song with them being very close to one another as Momo stared at Chaeyoung's face with her hand on the back of her head and the latter's own located on her lower back.

The students erupted as the choreography has finally finished but Momo stayed for more seconds to unconsciously admire how actually beautiful Chaeyoung's face is.

It like she got lost in transition on returning quickly back to her senses when her eyes wanted to take a look more at the younger's unique beauty.

Those cute small strawberry smelled lips, pinchable nose, plump cheeks, black orbs in her eyes as if it contains it's own universe for Momo to float within the deeper she got sucked on the black hole of a stare she's having.

Her clear white shining skin, strands of golden blonde hair in her bangs blocking off some area in her forehead but doesn't disturb her features; probably even more contributing as it seems.

Everything about her is just... surreal. Momo never got stuck at the view like this. Chaeyoung's definitely a unique one.

She never knew that the one thing she wanted to feel someday was beginning to increase distributed by the arising beats of her heart which at the same time, joining the timing of the students who are about to tease her and Chaeyoung in three seconds.

"YIEEEEEEEEEEE", all students chanted, effectively breaking Momo's drowning in her thought as reality attracted her back inside.

She slowly blinked her eyes before it widened as she realized that she was still having Chaeyoung very close to her.

Because of her doing, Chaeyoung was actually fazed for a while too as she joined Momo taking her time to look closely more on their faces.

Just like Momo, Chaeyoung was amazed and attracted at Momo's own possessed beauty.

Basically, the two were just pouring compliments in their heads as it results only for their hearts to beat rapidly with an unknown strange feelings for each other.

Momo takes off her hand very fast away from Chaeyoung who fakely coughs at what just happened.

"S-sorry. I got spaced out.", Momo apologized.

"It's fine. Me too.", Chaeyoung said with a timid smile, glancing quick at Momo before looking away in shame.

They both looked at the students whom they realized that they were all teasing them both, doubling the embarassment they feel.

"TEACH, THAT WAS INTENSE!"

"YIEEE MISS SON AND MISS HIRAI WERE REALLY FEELING IT!"

"THAT STARE WAS TOO HOT, UNNIES!"

"LOOK, MOMO-NOONA'S FLARING RED!", one of the male students pointed his finger at Momo who's face looked exactly as what he's saying.

Chaeyoung along with the rest all looked at Momo and when they noticed that the youngster is correct, Chaeyoung grinned and chuckled awkwardly while the students had their jaw dropped and made a teasing smirk and sounds again at the helpless Japanese woman.

"I-it's not what you think, guys okay?!", Momo tried to reason out. "I'm just getting too brought on with your teasings that makes me shy now!"

Momo tried to fan her face with her hand before covering it. Chaeyoung patted Momo's shoulder which caused her to shook in shiver at the touch.

"S-sorry... agh these kids really made me so embarassed right now."

"They're just playing around, unnie. Let them be.", Chaeyoung eased.

Momo sighed for a few counts before fighting back to her students.

"That's it, playtime's over. Did you all memorized the steps we just did?", she asked which thankfully made the students become silent and return from being serious again.

"Yes, Miss Hirai."

"Good, again as reminder; we'll be waiting for your performances on the evaluation day okay? You guys still have one week available to practice it so do your best to earn the best duo to be graded next week. Are we clear?"

"Yes, Miss Hirai!"

"Okay. Prepare your things now, class dismissed. Good job everyone.", Momo clapped to urge the rest to join her too before they minded their own business.

Returning to her bag, Momo was asked by Chaeyoung who's also placing her things back inside. "A penny for thoughts inside your head earlier Momoring?"

Momo was startled, forming a blush again as she knew from what she can clearly remember that the only thing filling up her mind was just all about Chaeyoung.

"N-nothing relevant. I just craved instantly for jokbal that i'm thinking to have it as my dinner tonight, I guess.", Momo pretended not to be guilty on the truth.

"Oh... okay. Guess you were that hungry again that you were almost imagining me as a jokbal for you to eat.", Chaeyoung joked but she felt Momo's weirded look at her, she had a late realization of what her words also meant like.

"I-I mean no other thing, I'm just talking about... j-jokbal as y-your dinner like... yeah, what you s-said...", Chaeyoung stuttered in complete embarassment before quickly went for the speakers to be turned off just so she can break the awkward tension going on between her and Momo.

"Pft. Pabo.", Momo muttered before she fixed back her belonging.

Chaeyoung didn't fail to catch that which she gave herself a facepalm because of it before giving Momo a sour look secretly when she recalled what she heard from Momo.

"Heh. Liar.", she rolled her eyes and flipped her hair sassily.

ONE WEEK LATER

All of the students left the building and some went home already after the class, with Chaeyoung and Momo remained still on the dance practice room to rest since both were kind of lazy yet to leave.

While Chaeyoung was sketching on her paper pad, she could hear Momo's soft groaning and grunting sounding like she's in pain as she stretches and touches her back and her legs before she returned scrolling on the phone.

Chaeyoung's concern was set on just in case until she got the sign that there's something wrong with Momo, hearing again that same groans for the second time.

Stopping her sketch, she stood up from the couch and walked near at Momo who got alerted at her presence.

"Does your legs and back hurt?"

"Yeah... it got too stiff today. Goddamn irritates me with the numbing sensation it makes.", Momo said while twitching her face in pain.

"Allow me to give you a massage then"

"You sure?"

"Mmhmm I want to help. You made me worried about you.", Momo nearly exposed her blush about to form in her cheeks when she heard it.

"Okay. Permission granted, cub.", Momo called Chaeyoung with her other nickname she created for her.

Chaeyoung smiled as she went for her bag to grab out her small bottle of pain reliever ointment that she always bring with her only when she's going for class if it gets handy... like the situation right now but it's not her who needs it but someone who she would really love to help anytime.

Chaeyoung rushed back on Momo with the bottle now on her hand.

"Uhh unnie... mind if you take off your shirt so that I can apply it further into your back?", Chaeyoung cautiously persuaded. She knew that her request would be not that quite easy since she's just telling Momo to expose her upper body that includes also her one of her private area which is her breasts.

She may be a girl if you'll look at her but Chaeyoung has gone to be a lesbian all because of that particular woman who made her be like this from weeks ago.

"O-oh okay.", Momo shyly complied.

Momo tugged her t-shirt up as she unwears it, revealing her well-built upper body that has a incredible 6 pack abs she earned from working out as well as her... well Chaeyoung doesn't want to include it but it's too hard to ignore and resist.

Momo does have a perfectly sized pair of pillows which are being contained by her white sports bra, she confirmed it in her thoughts which got her heated for a moment.

Scratching out of it to avoid luring it into a much pervy way, Chaeyoung commanded Momo to lay down on the couch with front first to the cushion.

Chaeyoung poured some ointment and rubbed it in her hands to create a friction which would somehow provide an increased temperature to the liquid to give a much relaxing feeling when it got applied.

She began massaging the muscle near her waists then moved it through the middle where her spinal cord is connected, as her hands grinded and pressed further onto her skin gently.

Momo on the other hand, was eliciting some refreshed whimpers and sighs; some went a bit too much as if she sounded like she's moaning, making Chaeyoung tensed up and return that familiar heat cursing through her body to react.

Trying to maintain her composure she instead focused more on massaging Momo's back. Once she was done, she went next for her pair of numbing legs which Chaeyoung was fighting again from not getting purely distracted by Momo's erotic-like noises.

"You can rest it now for a while, Momoring.", Chaeyoung said, declaring that her massage has finished.

"Thanks, Chae."

"Welcome."

Momo raised her body back up to wear her shirt easily, making Chaeyoung unaware at herself that she got a bit disappointed by it.

As Chaeyoung returned the bottle back in her bag, Momo speculated it differently which made her a bit afraid at the possibility.

"A-are you going home now, Chae?"

"Nah. I'll finish my sketch first and... I suppose, to stay with you more so you won't get bored.", Momo smiled at Chaeyoung's considerate act.

"Good, because I... I want to talk with you about something...", Momo started to become nervous. She prepared herself for this moment to come.

To confess her feelings to Chaeyoung.

Momo was already having secret deep admirations for Chaeyoung as it became too obvious for her too with the help of her friend Sakura and her sister Hana contributing with the evidences that aligns to her point to prove it as fact.

She was discreetly eyeing Chaeyoung whenever she has her back faced on another direction away from her, can't handle the urge to do it caused by her grown perspective to the younger as her crush.

She was already admiringly doing it by watching her teach and dance along with complimenting her looks silently, and when it's not; she only covers it with either a joke or a reason just to save herself from not getting too showy.

Lastly, she always gets to build a desire to be with her throughout most of the time.

That's how Momo has became when she fell in love with her friend and co-instructor Son Chaeyoung.

"What is it?", Chaeyoung curiously asked. She sat on the floor, looking at her.

Momo heaved a breath before turning her eyes back at the tiny cub in front of her.

She looks so cute, she said in her mind; doing her habit again.

"Remember last week when the students teased us because of me ended up staring at you when I got spaced out, making it seem for them like we're lovers attracted at our immense contact?"

"Y-yeah, what about t-that?", Chaeyoung gulped after.

"I... I want to clarify something about it.", Momo stopped as she checked her courage again whether she can still do this.

It was still going fine, so with no other hesitation; she proceeded.

"Which is?"

"About my words of denial that the students were saying to me aren't correct."

Chaeyoung squinted her eyes, slightly not getting where is she going with this.

"C-chae... those were lies. W-what they're saying... I took it willingly because... it wasn't an accident.

I did it on purpose. I had to stare at your face while I... compile all my praises regarding how precious your face to be admired so much.

B-because... it was me being... head over heels for you, Chaeyoung. I had grown a fond of liking you more than the boundary of us being friends.

So in simple terms, I have a crush on you, Chaeyoung.", Momo confessed.

Chaeyoung was left speechless. She didn't know what to respond about the unexpected confession Momo just did of being her secret admirer for this whole week.

"I had to make up my reasons because I-I just don't want you to find out and the whole class yet, I guess? Because if I had to instead, m-maybe... you won't take it nicely and... and... you might set your gap from me of not seeing you only as a friend anymore since maybe y-you don't feel the same as me.", Momo frowned.

Chaeyoung's mouth parted as she felt pity at what Momo was thinking around that time.

"I don't know when this all started but being around with such a wonderful person whose not only her personality makes her special than the others but her captivating beauty that I got too attached in for my heart to start developing this strange feeling they call love were all enough to me to tell it to myself and to let you know why.

So... yeah. That's all. I'll be accepting whatever your answer will be. Whether you re-"

Momo didn't got to continue her words when suddenly Chaeyoung lunges onto her a wrapped her in a tight hug which made her completely taken aback.

"C-Chae?"

"I knew it."

"Ehh?"

"You were lying, Momoring. I called it already way before you were able to verify it.", Chaeyoung whispered which surprises Momo.

"From the way how you look at me especially those rough, foolish defense of yours just doesn't perturbing the same as what you were actually feeling for me when you did that last week.

And because of that, I blame it for you passing it on me too.

Now I just feel the same as you, Momoring.", Chaeyoung admitted that she reciprocates Momo's confession.

"T-that means...? Y-you..."

"Yeah. I like you too, unnie. You progressed further for me to began treating you as my crush also.", Chaeyoung giggled.

Unbeknownst to Momo, during all of those signs she did which were unaware of her at that time; Chaeyoung went on to secretly give her the same as what she's doing whenever Momo would set off her focus at her after.

They were literally just exchanging gestures but they didn't know about it, not until today.

Momo grew a wide grin on her face as it made her very happy to know that Chaeyoung fortunately's in love with her too, enabling to made her less scared of being rejected anymore.

"Thank you for welcoming my feelings in return, Chae. I would be very lucky to have you as my girlfriend.", Momo compressed the petite figure of this younger woman in her arms more for a tighter and warmer embrace.

"I never knew before how delightful it must've felt being called as your lover's girlfriend. Now... it was turned to be possible, and I can't ask for a better thing than to only have you be the one who has the rights to do so for me."

Chaeyoung seperated from the hug as she looked intently at Momo, sandwiching her dazzling yet adorable face with her baby hands. "Thank you for being my first romance, Momoring... and I hope you'll be the last too."

"And I hope in the future I'll not only get to call you as my girlfriend... but as my wife also.", Momo added.

Chaeyoung nodded as she liked-no- loved the idea of it.

Without hesitation, Chaeyoung pulled Momo's head closer to her to perform a sweet, hypnotizing, passionate kiss, sealing their confession and greeting the new chapter of their lives together as an official couple.

ONE YEAR AND FOUR MONTHS LATER

Momo parked her car to the front of her... or should I say... THEIR tattoo shop. Peach and Strawberry's Tattoo Paradise

Momo decided to make Chaeyoung as the owner also of her own beloved second business.

Opening the steel door with bunch of plastic bags full of groceries, she entered the place which greeted her with a loud symphony of hilarious laughs coming from the other side of the interior.

Momo chuckled and whispered a "what the hell?" at the sound echoing throughout the placeas she placed the bags on top of her desk.

She flipped the "YES, WE'RE OPEN' sign hanging on the door into "SORRY, WE'RE CLOSED" before approaching the source of where that laughter came from.

Swaying the curtain aside, her lips curved higher and shoulders fell when she saw Chaeyoung's friend-which became hers also- named Somi bursting out another sequence of laughter with her fiancee' trying her best to maintain her client from being relaxed.

To inform you, Chaeyoung and Momo are now engaged last February; in which Momo proposed to Chaeyoung exactly at their 9th date scheduled in Valentines Day.

They are set to be married next month, on Chaeyoung's birthday in specific. She just wants to make her strawberry princess to be happy, that's it.

"OH- OH MY GOD... I- AAAAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHA CHAE STOP! IT TICKLES!", Somi said as she hysterically reacted at Chaeyoung piercing the needle onto her skin.

"FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, JEON SOMI CALM YOUR ASS DOWN! AND WHAT DO YOU MEAN STOP? I'M ABOUT TO FINISH THIS SO HOLD IT!", Chaeyoung slapped her friend's stomach after.

She then saw her fiancee' Momo standing near the curtain with a mix of amused and perplexed expression im her face at the sight.

"What the heck, Somi-ya? Are you a masochist or what?"

"This bitch has no right to be very scared at taking a tattoo first when all she did was to treat the needles as if a goddamn feather that tickles her hard.", Chaeyoung glared at her friend Somi who was recovering from her exhaustion of laughing her ass off.

"A new record for me then. My very first encounter of a client being felt tickled throughout the whole tattoo progress in her first time instead of getting intensely hurt.", Momo snapped her fingers at the achievement.

"Welcome back love.", Chaeyoung said before focusing back on finally ending Somi's suffering.

"Hiiii~", Momo replied, sitting confortably on the another spare chair.

As expected, Somi laughed hard again for the nth time before earning a not so strong slap on the face from Chaeyoung who is successfully done tattooing her wrist.

"I'm done you crazy ass.", she said to Somi who slowly breathe and regained her strength.

"T-thanks bestie.", Somi responded. "Hey, I didn't know that tattoo would turn out to be a pleasure for me in my first time okay?"

"Aish just admit you have a very low pain tolerance.", Somi just giggled at it like it belongs on her advantages.

"Hi Momo-unnie!"

"Hi Somi-ya! Thanks for stopping by."

"No biggie, glad to help you guys earn more money today.", she boastfully said before standing up after Chaeyoung finished pasting the bandage on her fresh new tattoo.

"Where did you went?"

"Grocery."

"Oh okay.", she said as she lend her payment to her friend in return for the service.

"Hey, congrats on the engagement my unnies.", she lifted Chaeyoung's hand where her engagement ring that Momo gave was inserted on her finger.

"Appreciated it, Somi-ya."

"Thanks, bestie.", Chaeyoung fist bumped Somi.

"I'll be supporting you both always, you two deserve to be together and I'm happy that you see yourselves as the right person for each other.", Somi added.

"You know what, take this as our gratitude for that fluttering message if yours, Somi-ya.", Momo opened her mini cabinet below her desk and took out something from it.

Somi's eyes enlightened when she saw Momo giving her a pretty sealed red and pink colored envelope.

She opened it and read its contents with amused emotion building up in her face.

"See you at our wedding, Somi-ya.", Chaeyoung gently shaked her bestfriend's body.

Somi looked at her with teary eyes and hugged her after. "Awwww thank you guys! I'll be attending, mark my words. I have to, okay?!", Somi said with a pumped up tone.

"Yeah, you better have to or else... friendship over."

"Not gonna let that happen, Penelope.", Somi called her bestfriend using her own custom nickname she created for Chaeyoung after they both once watched Wreck It Ralph together and saw some similarities of the character there with her bestfriend.

"I'll be heading home now, bye unnies!"

"Bye!" "Be safe, Somi-ya."

As Somi exited and closed the door. Chaeyoung walked through the desk where Momo lifted all the bags again to present the newly bought grocery items to her.

"Do you have it?", Chaeyoung interrogatively asked.

"Always.", Momo winked as she revealed a tray full of strawberries to her lover who is obssessed at it.

"Yayyy!", she kissed Momo's cheek before opening it and quickly took a piece to her mouth for a chew.

"Momoring..."

"Hmm?"

"Can you help me with something?"

"Do you really have to ask me that, dear? Ofcourse I will."

"Sorry.", Chaeyoung apologetically smiled. "So... I have this problem of not being able to choose what design I should put as a new tattoo on me. Can you help me with it, love?"

Momo became silent as she started running the ideas and construct it piece by piece until she had one to go.

"I already know."

"Tell me."

"No need. Just watch, I bet you'll like it.", Momo smiled before they entered the tattoo area together.

Chaeyoung sat on the tattoo chair as she waited for her lover to transfer her planned design on the stencil.

Now bringing it with her, Momo laid it on Chaeyoung preferred spot this time: her chest.

She began tracing the text with black ink on the needle. It only took not more than 10 minutes before she finally finished it right away.

"Take a look.", Momo insisted.

Chaeyoung went in front of the full body mirror and to her astonishment, she gasped until it transformed into a soft smile full of heartwarming and touching feeling.

In her chest labeled a text of Moml's name written both in English, Korean and Japanese all stacked together. Alongside was a cute small peach and the other one was what it looks like to be a wedding ring.

"You were wrong."

Momo got befuddled.

"Eh?"

"I don't just like it, I love it Momoring.", Chaeyoung turned around and beamed a bright smile on the Japanese.

In return and also joining with the idea, Momo took the turn next as Chaeyoung tattooed her name also in three translated into three different languages, with a small strawberry this time as her representative design on Momo's chest.

They both looked at their own tattoos admiringly after.

Momo grabbed Chaeyoung's hand and kissed the engagement ring she has on her finger before placing one also on the top.

"Now that our names are now engraved within ourselves, I promise that just like these tattoos... my love for you won't go away forever even if we die, and will stuck by you whenever you go, Chaeyoung.", Momo smiled sweetly at her lover.

"And rest assured that I will do the same for you in our whole run of relationship, Momoring. I love you."

"I love you too.", they proclaimed their blooming romantic feelings for each other.

Momo and Chaeyoung then kissed straight on the lips before cleaning up the whole space as they prepare to go home.

#twicemomo #twicechaeyoung #twicemochaeng #mochaengau #mochaengoneshot #twiceoneshot #twiceau #twiceshipsau #twiceshipsoneshot #gxg #twicemomooneshot #twicemomoau #twicechaeyoungoneshot #twicechaeyoungau #twiceships #kpopau #kpoponeshot

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drjohndisco · 11 months

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First Meeting

Pairing: n/a

Warnings: swearing, and drinking of blood (from a bag, not a person).

Summary: Simon returns something and gains a friend.

Word Count: 918 words

[Notes] 1) Y'all this took me 2 years to finish (no, i'm not exaggerating), and I am so glad that I am happy with it!!! Also, there is no canon continuity/vampire lore consistency here, really, as I haven't watched sh.adowhu.nters in literal years. 2) This is written from Simon's point of view.

‘Huh.’ they said, after opening the door. They were wearing the same outfit that they had been at the bar (when they’d first spoken to me after I’d woken up from a nap) - it was a long blue skirt paired with an oversized black shirt, with dark blue sneakers. Clearly there was a theme going on. I was holding the hoodie they’d left there in my hands.

‘Don’t get many vampires around here.’

‘Why do you scare them, or something?’ I teased.

‘Yeah, I know, I’m a regular Van Helsing.’ they said.

'...What?'

'It's a Dracula reference. Y'know Abraham Van Helsing? The frowny doctor with an annoying penchant for confusing metaphors?’

I shook my head. I'd actually only seen the 2004 Hugh Jackman movie, but that was not a fact I wanted to admit right now.

‘You’re biting your tongue. Is there something wrong?’

I blinked slowly. ‘No, no, nothing’s wrong!’

(Expert deflection, Simon. Well done.)

‘I just, uh, can’t enter your house.’

‘Oh, I’m sorry.’ they apologised. ‘Please, do come in.’

So, I stepped past them, with hoodie in my hands and they shut the door behind me.

(5 minutes later)

I was on the couch now, and they were standing in the kitchen, by the fridge with the door open. They then reached in and grabbed a bag of blood, before throwing it at me. I caught it, and paused.

‘Can I….?’ I asked. ‘Sorry, I’m still not quite in control of my teeth yet. I don’t want to wreck your carpet.’

They shut the fridge door and nodded. ‘Just clean it up if you make a mess.’

So, I quietly pierced the bag with my fangs, barely avoiding spraying the fluffy couch cushions. Then I began to drink.

‘You want a straw?’

‘Wh-what?’ I asked, then immediately regretted it - as my mouth was now covered in blood and the bag was now on the floor.

(Oh, I hope I don’t have it in my hair.)

They laughed, and covered their mouth with a hand in embarrassment. ‘Sorry, I didn’t mean to laugh at you.’ They apologised. ‘I’ll just chuck you napkins to clean it up with, yeah?’

All I could do was nod. So, they grabbed a handful and threw them at me. The napkins hit my head and bounced off onto the floor.

‘Ow.’ I mumbled before sighing and sitting next to the stain, dejectedly. They then exited the kitchen and stood next to me looking down.

‘Do you want me to…?’ I motioned at the floor.

‘I’ll do it later, and yes that was a contradiction. I’m fickle like that. Mind if I sit down?’

‘Feel free.’ I replied, slumping my head back onto the couch cushion I’d been leaning against. So they sat down next to me and pulled their legs onto the cushions.

‘You have a nice apartment, how are you able to afford it?’

‘Maia and I split the rent.’

‘Oh! Are you two….?’

‘No, I mean, we were, but not now.’

‘Sorry, I shouldn’t have asked.’ I said, scratching the back of my head awkwardly.

‘No, it’s fine. It doesn’t affect things. Do you want a tour?’

‘Sure.’

So, they grabbed my hand and helped me stand up. Bloodstains be damned.

(Up on the roof - 15 minutes later)

The tour didn’t take long, and soon, I found myself standing next to them (under an umbrella, of course) in front of the pool.

‘Nice view.’ I remarked, looking past them as they took their shoes and socks off and rolled up their skirt before letting their arms dangle into the pool, fingers grazing the water. Then, I processed what I’d just seen and looked at them again.

‘Wait. What are you doing?’

‘Just watch.’

Then, their feet were in the pool, and in place of their legs was a dark blue mermaid tail.

‘Why are you doing this now?’

‘I have to, otherwise it’ll take more concentration when I want to do it next. I don’t like having to think about the simple things.’

They then rolled onto her side and then back over, to position themselves on top of the towel that was resting on the cold tiles. They looked up at me, covering their eyes from the sun.

(Wow. Their eyes shine so brightly in this light. I wonder if they know how pretty they are.)

‘Why were you at the bar the other night?’ I asked.

‘I have too much time on my hands, so I figured I’d get to know the people around me better.’

Subsequently a thought dawned on me.

‘Y’know what?’

‘No. What?’

‘I’ve been through your entire apartment, drunk from your blood stash, and you’ve even shown me your tail-’

They laughed again.

‘Sorry, it’s just, your wording could have been better…’ They waved their hands around in a circle in the air. ‘Please, continue. What was your point?’

(Hope they don’t see that I’m blushing.)

‘..I don’t think I know your name.’

‘Oh! It’s Basil.’ They reached her hand up from where they’d been resting it. I took it and shook it firmly.

‘Simon. Simon Lewis.’

‘That sounds like a shitty line from a James Bond film.’ They stated.

‘I have been told that before….’

‘Well, whomever told you that was probably right.’

‘I think I’d never hear the end of it, if he knew that someone had said that.’

‘So, we’ll just keep this between us?’

‘Sure. A secret between friends.’

‘Okay then, Simon. A secret between friends it is.’

#self ship oneshots #[r] love to see you smile #my writing*#self ship

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chrissy-n-eddie · 11 months

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been ages since I had anything to wip wednesday. also it's not wednesday!

anyway. queer girls hellcheer <3

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Out on the field, there was a figure running towards the gym. Even in the blurr of rain — the dark hair, the broad shoulders, and the loping, half-hearted gait cut an unmistakable figure. Chrissy switched the hairdryer off. The heat of it left a halo of condensation on the glass.

“Done?” Anna asked.

A blue blob of a gym shirt fell and landed on the sodden field. Rain fell, still. Eddie Munson scooped it up and started running again.

“Uh huh,” Chrissy said.

Still, she had to wait while Anna looked in the full length mirror and untied and tied her shirt at her navel and positioned the little gold crucifix around her neck so it hung just-so. Chrissy said - “Can we please go?” – Anna shot her an amused look and Chrissy uncrossed her arms.

The heavy fire door to the changing room pushed open with a vacant gusting sound, the air in the hallway cooler for not having held bodies and clothes and close together. Anna stepped into the hallway first, and therefore was almost across to the double-doors of the gymnasium when the rain came in. Chrissy was not. And stood stranded.

Eddie. She barreled through from the outside, her white sneakers squeaking as she skidded to a stop maybe two arm lengths away. The gym shirt in her pale, ring-studded fist was dripping. The hair was wet and stuck to her face and throat in dark curls like she was some kind of deep, sunless mermaid. She was panting a little. And she looked right at Chrissy and grinned, spreading her arms wide — the leather gleaming like a black tongue and denim cutoff jacket soaked dark — “Jesus Fucking Christ!”

#heheeee #im writing this so slowly you would not believe #dodgeball au

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fressaessa · 1 year

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Cool clothes cc from GoS for ts2 pt3

Tops

zipper top

long sleeve shirt

cute top

blue flower top

multiple tops

corset top

corset top 2

corset top overlayered

black jacket

masc tops

Leather jacket 1

leather jacket 2

Denim jacket 1

knitted crop top

crop sweater

nirvana crop top

Bottoms

Shorts

Leggins

Skull pants

Plaid miniskirt

Sweatpants

Miniskirts

Outfits and dresses

Gingham pattern dress

Shirt+skirt 1

Ballet outfit

Sweater+pants

Flower cardigan+cat socks

Dress+combat boots

Dress suspenders

Nude mesh sportswear

Suspenders and boots

Mermaid dress

Glittery dress

Denim dress

Goth-ish outfit

Dress 1

Dress 2

Dress 3

Dress 4

Dress 5

Dress 6

Dress 7

Dress 8

Dress 9

Dress 10

Dress 11

Formal dress 1

Formal dress 2

Formal dress 3

Formal dress 4

Formal dress 5

Formal dress 6

Formal dress 7

Formal dress 8

Formal dress 9

Necktie

Tuxedo

Wedding dress

Dress+outfit

Formal outfit

Formal outfit 2

Top,bottom, demonia boots

Dress, demonia boots

Sneakers outfit black and red

Ice skating outfit

Outfit

Outfit 2

Outfit 3

Others

tops/bottoms/outfits

tops/bottoms/outfits 2

sport gear default replacements

sweater, cloath

skirts and crop tops

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dryams03 · 8 months

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▷Cʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ 3

Chapter 2 — Chapter 3 — Chapter 4

They didn't stop looking at each others eyes, the salty breeze ran around them, and the waves danced calmly. After a few moments, they instinctively embraced as if their bodies were urging them to.

—Thank you very much for wanting to help me, Evil. —Sasha expressed, looking into his eyes.

—You don't have to thank me, I'm as well receiving your help —he replied, releasing her and turning with a smile to look towards the jungle. —Now we should focus on finding a place to live in.

—Do you have any ideas? —Sasha tilted her head slightly as she asked.

At that moment, Evil extended his arms forward. Suddenly, the wind's force increased, moving his hair and clothes. It also lifted the sand to waist height. Evil's shadow expanded, merging with the shadows of the trees, forming a black snake-like creature. It slithered around the trees, Evil snapped his fingers with both hands, and a sphere of darkness began forming from the dark serpent. It enclosed a large portion of land, trees, and rocks, finally, the pale man lowered his arms, and Sasha approached slowly, standing beside him.

—And now what? —Sasha said, gazing at the black sphere. At that moment, Evil applauded softly, and a flash of light illuminated the ball from within. The shadows dissipated, revealing a beautiful wooden house predominantly white, with a yellow triangular roof and stairs leading to a small balcony. —Wow! That was amazing! How did you do that? —Sasha was impressed and enthusiastic.

Evil chuckled and placed his hand on Sasha's head. —Those are my powers, little one. Now let's go inside. —They both entered the house, however, Evil's mind couldn't stop thinking about his father, his mother, losing what he loved, his solitude. He looked at Sasha warmly, pondering what he was supposed to do. Every time he loved something, he lost it, friends, family. Would he be alone again? Perhaps Sasha was just another loss, or maybe, just maybe, this strange mermaid would finally be a gain. These thoughts were torturing him from inside, and he found himself standing in the middle of bedroom, with an empty gaze.

—Hey, how did you make such a comfortable bed? —Sasha indicated, lying down and running her hands over the mattress. Sand from her feet and salt clinging to her hair adorned the scene, where the main actress, the unaware girl, was in full nudity.

Evil turned his gaze toward her, a bit surprised. —Hey, I'm not sure if you've noticed, but you're... —His comment was interrupted by Sasha's scream. She didn't understand why her body lacked the characteristic scales her species used for coverage. Immediately, she grabbed a sheet and covered herself.

Then Evil removed his coat, tie, and shirt, leaving the first two on the couch and handing the shirt to the trembling girl. Afterward, he turned, leaning against the door frame with his arms crossed. Sasha placed the sheet aside and dressed in the shirt, which covered her to her thighs. However, something buzzed in the mermaid's mind. She couldn't stop looking at Evil's muscular body; his marked back and arms evoked a sigh from her.

—Well, we need to find you some clothes —explained the young man, turning around with a serious expression. He snapped his fingers, and shadows enveloped Sasha. A few seconds later, they dissipated, leaving the girl wearing a white checkered shirt over Evil's, blue jeans, a pearl necklace, and turquoise-colored sneakers. —There are books on the living room shelf. You can read while I clean this room, then I'll go hunt something.

—Okay, but could you catch me a stingray? The venom from their tails tastes delicious. —She said with a cheerful expression, looking at Evil's face and swaying her hips side to side.

Evil started laughing a bit and then placed his hand on Sasha's head. —Is that a common meal for your kind? It's quite peculiar.

—No, actually, I just love it. My father used to criticize this habit of mine.

Sasha then sat down and took a book from the shelf, reading passionately, but the sound of the door opening caught her attention. When she looked up, she saw Evil ready to head out for fishing.

—Wait a moment, please! —She hurriedly got up and stopped him by grabbing his arm. —I have to warn you about something. There are three rulers on this planet, three kingdoms, and you must be very careful with them.

—Alright, anything else I should know? —he asked, turning around.

—Yes, the first king is named Poseidon, the ruler of the northern and southern seas. In his realm, we mermaids and tritons live. Generally, it's a peaceful place you can go if needed.

—Thanks, I'll keep that in mind.

—The second king, Dand, rules the central seas. In his domain live the Fangs, less evolved versions of my kind. They struggle to breathe outside water and have big claws and fangs. I recommend not going too far into the sea.

—Don't worry, I can take care of myself.

—The third and final king, Fog, is the dominator of all the planet's lands. His race, the Taken, are beings that can inhabit both land and water. They're like a strange species of reptilian men. I'm not very informed about their customs, but I understand there are some limits if you visit.

—Wow, you seem to be well-informed. Thank you very much. Now I'm off. —Evil headed toward the sea and began swimming before submerging.

As night fell, Sasha grew increasingly worried since her friend hadn't returned yet. To distract herself, she started rummaging through Evil's belongings. She found a large, heavy, black book, with silver ornaments, a diamond skull adorned the cover. When she tried to open it, a small electric shock burned her fingertips.

Half an hour later, Evil returned, leaving some fishes in the kitchen and heading to his room, where he found Sasha.

—What happened? —He looked at her fingers, noticing their condition. —Did you take my book?

—What? What book are you talking about?

—It's meaningless to pretend. I can trace the origin of those burns. —He approached and took her hands, healing her fingers slowly. —That book is my father's diary. I took it secretly when I was 15. He doesn't use it anymore, so he didn't notice its absence. Even today, I haven't been able to open it.

—Thank you, I'm sorry for getting into your things. Did you have any problems while you were out? —Her fingers were healed, and Evil stood up, looking at her.

—No, I had no problem, everything was quiet.

Afterward, they cooked and had dinner together. They chatted a bit and eventually went to sleep. But despite the sense of security they felt, creatures from the jungle observed them, malevolent beings searching for something from these young individuals.

#nɪx #af #comments as feedback are well appreciated!#next chapter already on wattpad #after five #after five chronicles #sander writings #drya art #oc #original world #original works #artists on tumblr #writers on tumblr

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shadowqueen402 · 2 years

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The Various Unlockable Outfits

Remember my posts on how I would make Balan Wonderworld a better game and the posts on the hypothetical quotes of each of the Inhabitants?

In this post, I'll write down the various outfits that can be unlocked for each character. Each character will have six outfits in total, including their default outfit. Some of the females may have their hairstyle changed.

Leo Craig:

His default outfit

A red hoodie, dark blue jeans, black headband, and red shoes

A loose-fitting dark blue tank top, black shorts, white socks, and dark blue sneakers

A male school student's uniform which consists of a white shirt, a bright red tie, a bright red-lined black blazer, black slacks (pants), and brown shoes

A black leather jacket, a maroon shirt, navy pants, black fingerless gloves, and brown boots

A white suit over a red button up shirt, black tie, white dress pants, and black shoes.

Emma Cole:

Her default outfit

A pink jacket over a ruffled white shirt, a red skirt with white lace trimming, white socks, and pink shoes with a small red rose on each one. Also sports pink hair ties

A soft pink short-sleeved dress, black leggings, and green sneakers. Wears her hair down and a green hairclip

A female school student's uniform which consists of a white shirt, a bright red tie, a bright red-lined black blazer, a black pleated skirt, and black loafers. She wears knee-lengthed white socks

A pink elbow-sleeved shirt under a light blue denim vest, red capris, and red sneakers. Wears her hair in a ponytail with a pink hair tie

An asymmetrical magenta dress with a black belt, a soft pink bracelet, and fuschia dress shoes. Wears her hair down

Jose Gallard:

His default outfit

A spring green plaid shirt, light blue overalls, tan gloves and work boots, and a red handkerchief

A long-sleeved blue and white striped shirt, a dark brown vest, denim blue jeans, a dark brown belt, and black work boots. Wears a dark brown cowboy-like hat

A denim blue jacket, brown gloves, a red and black plaid shirt, black jeans, and brown cowboy-like boots

A sky blue and white loose fit shirt, beige pants, and cream colored shoes. Wears a spring green handkerchief

A black suit over a white shirt, black dress pants, black shoes, and a corn cowlpin on the left side of his chest

Fiona Demetria:

Her default outfit

A sea-blue halter bikini top with a form-fitting sea-blue skirt and navy sandals. Wears her hair down

A blue and white short-sleeved diving suit that also reaches the top of her knees and matching diving shoes. Wears a white hair tie

A yellow halter swimdress and a pair of sunglasses with a navy blue frame. Wears her hair in a bun

A light blue mermaid seashell bikini top and matching bottom. Wears light blue sandals and wears her hair down

A royal blue one-shoulder dress, navy blue heels, and an amulet with a dolphin charm. Wears a royal blue hair tie

Yuri Brand:

Her default outfit

A short-sleeved purple shirt with magenta trimming, red shorts, and purple shoes with red soles and magenta trim around the top of the shoes

A white cap, a white coat over an indigo shirt, a white pleated skirt with indigo stripes, and red boots

The same female's school uniform as Emma's, but wears navy loose-fitting socks

A red zipped-up jacket over a purple shirt, denim blue jeans, and purple and green shoes.

An indigo A-line dress with red lining and magenta dress shoes.

Haoyu Chang:

His default outfit

A grey hoodie over an orange shirt, brown pants, and green and white shoes

A green tank top with an orange stripe, white capris pants, and orange and green sneakers

The same male's school uniform as Leo

An orange long-sleeved shirt underneath a grey jacket with green lining, green pants, and white shoes

A white suit over a green dress shirt, a white tie, white dress pants, and black dress shoes

Sana Hudson:

Her default outfit

An army green forest ranger shirt with light yellow buttons and a badge with her last name , a brown belt, an army green hat, army green shorts, and brown hiker boots. Has her hair straightened

A light yellow tank top, black biker shorts with a yellow stripe, and yellow and black sneakers

A sky blue short sleeved jacket over a light green shirt, light blue denim shorts, and light green and yellow shoes

An orange cardigan over a sky blue shirt, beige capris pants, and orange flats

A light green v-neck dress, diamond earrings, and light yellow stilettos. Wears her hair in a bun

Cass Milligan:

Her default outfit

A soft pink hoodie with cat ears on the hood over a fuscia shirt, a black pleated skirt, white socks, and black Mary Janes

A white, short-puffed sleeved shirt underneath a pretty pink overall dress with soft pink buttons, white tights, and fuschia boots. Wears a pretty pink bow

A long-sleeved navy seifuku with a red mini scarf, navy pleated skirt, white socks, and black shoes

A fuschia jacket over a black shirt, a white frilly skirt, black socks, and white Mary Janes

A yellow dress similar to what she wore as Princess Merry, but the skirt is shorter and there are no gloves

Cal Suresh:

His default outfit

A light yellow polo shirt with two small white buttons, a black belt, beige pants, and brown loafers

A grey loose-fitting shirt, indigo capris pants, and black sandals

A black cardigan over a red shirt, black jeans, and grey boots

A white long-sleeved shirt under an indigo vest, a red bow tie, khacki pants, and black shoes

A black suit over a white shirt, a black tie, black dress pants, and black dress shoes

Iben Bia:

Her default outfit

A denim blue jean jacket over a lavender shirt with a dark blue stripe on the collar, light blue denim pants, black socks, and lavender sneakers with blue shoelaces. Her hair is tied in a ponytail with a lavender hair tie

A turquoise buttoned up cardigan over a black shirt with a red collar and stripe, blue denim capris pants, and purple boots

A lavender hoodie with purple strings, dark blue denim jeans, and black and red shoes. Her hair is tied in a bun, but her wavy strands are loose

A maroon biker jacket over a blue shirt, black denim shorts, white socks, and red and black shoes

A purple cocktail dress, pearl earrings and necklace, and lavender high heels. Her hair is pulled up in a ponytail with a purple hair tie

Attilio Caccini:

His default outfit

A light blue long-sleeved jacket with light green rings at the cuffs and zipper, beige pants, and black shoes

A magenta long-sleeved shirt underneath a light green vest, a yellow unitard, yellow boots, and a magenta and yellow striped jester hat

A fuschia sweater, black pants, and brown boots

A light blue short-sleeved shirt with light green trimming, khacki shorts, and brown sandals

A white suit over a light green dress shirt, a black tie, white dress pants, and black and white dress shoes

Lucy Wong:

Her default outfit

A yellow summer dress, a cream colored sun hat with a yellow sash, and yellow flats

A magenta apron over a black dress, magenta earrings, and fuschia flats. Wears her hair down

A blue top with a turtleneck collar, a black skirt, and black and blue flats

A fuschia short-sleeved shirt, a white flowing skirt with floral print, and white heels

A magenta ball gown with fuschia stilettos and diamond earrings. Wears her hair down

Eis Glover:

His default outfit

A red short-sleeved shirt, brown suspenders, denim blue jeans, and brown boots

A black long-sleeved shirt, brown pants, black sneakers with orange shoelaces

An orange tanktop, white shorts, and black shoes

A variant version of his firefighter uniform, but it is beige

A black suit over a bright red dress shirt, a black bow tie, black dress pants, and black dress shoes

Bruce Stone:

His default outfit

A long-sleeved white shirt underneath a cream colored vest, a mauve bow tie, a grey fedora, mauve pants, and black shoes

A brown jacket over a mauve shirt, a black belt, a mauve fedora, beige pants, and brown boots

A mauve sweater with black lining, a black fedora, black sweatpants, and beige loafers

A cream short-sleeved shirt, a cream fedora, brown suspenders, blue jeans, and brown shoes

A grey suit over a white dress shirt, grey dress pants, black dress shoes. Doesn't sport a fedora

#balan wonderworld #emma cole #leo craig #jose gallard #fiona demetria #yuri brand #haoyu chang #sana hudson #cass milligan #cal suresh #iben bia #attilio caccini #lucy wong #eis glover #bruce stone #random thoughts

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“I am! And you’re Adalet and Fili from the Bureau! My son’s told me all about your adventures!” - Milan Archer-Adams

Biographical information

Full Name: Milan Archer-Adams

Nickname(s): Mickey

Gender: Transgender (female to male)

Sexuality: Dеmiѕехual

Status: Alive

Age: 51 (season 3)

Birth: 1965

Race: Human

Nationality: Dutch-American

Origin: Los Angeles, USA

Residence: Los Angeles, USA

Profession(s): Voice Actor

Family:

Jack Archer-Adams (son)

Giselle Archer-Adams (wife)

Lance Archer (father) (deceased)

Maaike Archer (mother) (incarcerated)

Affiliation(s): The Astraea Galaxie Company

Profile

Height: 5'7"

Age: 51 (season 3)

Weight: 156lbs

Eyes: brown

Blood: A+

Milan is his son’s height but much more slender than Jack, with soft stubble on his jaw and brown eyes. Jack and his father also have similar haircuts, though Milan's hair is a darker brown with graying sides. He wears a black shirt with sleeves rolled up to his elbows and tucked into dark jeans, a dark red binder, red suspenders, and black sneakers with yellow laces. He also has a small black leather backpack with rounded mouse ears and a red pouch on the front featuring two white circles.

As per his suspect appearance in Call Me, Kill Me, it is known that Milan knows electronics, has watched The Little Mermaid and has visited Galaxieland. In this suspect appearance, Milan had a bruise beside his left eye.

Synopsis

Milan is the father of Jack Archer and appears as a suspect in his father's murder.

He grew up in LA with his father, Lance and mother, Maaike. His father was one of the most famous detectives in the LAPD and was known for taking on the most challenging cases. His mother was a flight attendant who travelled the world, bringing back souvenirs for her son from wherever she visited.

As a child, Milan's life was normal. He went to school, hung out with his friends, and did the things he loved to do. But his life changed when his mother returned to work full-time. Lance became short-tempered and violent towards Milan when Maaike wasn't around to keep him calm and happy. Being alone in the house with his father was like living with a ticking bomb for Milan; he never knew when Lance would blow up or what would cause him to receive a beating.

But life wasn’t always bad for Milan. When he went to university, he met Giselle Adams. The two felt an instant connection but still took their new relationship slow. It was also around this time that Milan was questioning his gender and sexuality, something he learned Giselle was going through, too. Together, they helped discover who they really were and supported each other’s transitions.

Since Giselle was older by a few years, she graduated first and joined the Navy. While deployed on missions, she always wrote to Milan, and he was her first stop every time she returned for a break. Milan always looked forward to Giselle’s visits and made sure to have her favourite meal and dessert ready for her no matter the time she arrived. Though sometimes he would be asleep on the couch with the food gone cold… Giselle always thought those were the sweetest welcomes.

One night, while Giselle was away on deployment, Milan was invited by some friends to a local bar for drinks. He had been having a good time hanging out with his friends until a man approached him at the bar. The guy reeked of alcohol and cigarettes, two things Milan found appalling as it reminded him of his father. The guy kept misgendering him and insisting he would give Milan a night he would never forget. Milan kept telling the guy that he wasn’t interested, that he wasn’t single, and to leave him alone, but the guy was persistent. Eventually, the bar owner kicked the pervert out for harassing their customers, and Milan finally got some peace.

But his peace wouldn't last long. He was served a new drink by a bartender who, unknown to Milan, was a friend of the pervert. The bartender spiked the drink, and Milan slowly felt its effects setting in. He thought he was just getting sick, so he told his friends that he was going to get some fresh air. As he exited the bar, he was immediately attacked and dragged into an alleyway behind the building. Due to the drugs in his system, Milan was helpless to fight back as his attacker ripped his clothes off and violated him in the most intimate way.

After his rapist had finished and left him in the alley cold, broken and crying, Milan was found by his friends several minutes later. They called an ambulance, and he was rushed to the hospital, where he was given a rape kit and treatment for his injuries. Later, he was interviewed by a detective, who was also a close friend of his father, about the attack for the police report. Milan trusted the man and his father to find his rapist but was shocked when he went to the police station a few weeks later after not hearing any updates and discovered his case had never been filed. The case number he had been given was for an old robbery, and the evidence from his attack, such as his clothes and rape kit, had been destroyed.

When he confronted his father about the destroyed evidence and false case report number, Lance brushed him off and said that the attack would damage his career. He didn’t care that his son had been raped; in fact, he tried to place the blame on Milan, claiming he must have consented and simply regretted it afterwards and was calling rape so that people would pity him. Milan couldn't believe his father would think so low of him; he would never cheat on Giselle, least of all with a drunk, transphobic pervert! The bruises and pain he felt when he woke up in the hospital were proof of that!

But with the evidence destroyed, there was nothing Milan could do to prove the rape, least of all catch his attacker. He fell into a depression and turned into a shut-in, refusing to leave his home or talk to anyone. The only people he allowed to get close to him were his mother and girlfriend. He was eventually convinced to start seeing a therapist, but around the same time, he found himself getting sick in the mornings and throwing up. Certain smells made him nauseous, and his body felt strange… When he told his mother about his symptoms, Maakie suggested as gently as she could that he take a pregnancy test.

The idea of being impregnated by his rapist terrified Milan, and his fears became a reality when he saw a pink plus sign on the test. He didn’t know what to do. Did he keep the baby, or did he get an abortion? His mother and Giselle promised to support him with whatever he decided, but the choice wasn't easy for him to make. But he started to think clearer when his father insisted he get an abortion because “my family doesn't need a bastard in it.”

Milan was crushed that Lance saw the baby, an innocent unborn baby, as nothing more than a bastard and something that needed to be destroyed. So he stopped looking at the baby as his rapist’s and started thinking of it as his baby and only his baby. And that was when he decided that he wanted to keep his baby. Milan knew it wouldn't be easy, but he was going to do it. The pregnancy was hard, and the labour was even harder, almost resulting in an emergency c-section, but it was worth it to hear his son’s first cries as the nurse placed Jack on his chest.

Life started to get better for Milan after Jack came along. He and Giselle moved into a new home near his parent’s house since Maaike begged them to stay close so she could help with Jack. He got a job as a voice actor for The Astraea Galaxie Company and became one of their top actors in record time. Later, a few years after Jack started school, Milan and Giselle decided they were ready to get married, and she then officially adopted the boy as her son.

On the recommendation of his therapist, Milan wrote letters to Jack over the years about anything and everything he could. He wrote about Jack’s milestones, achievements, and every moment Milan witnessed him growing up. He kept the letters in a journal, intending to give them to his son after he graduated from university and started his first job, but Milan struggled to part with the letters. So he continued adding to them and waited until the right time to give them to Jack.

He was proud and scared when Jack told him that the Bureau wanted to recruit him. Milan knew how dangerous being a secret agent was, with Giselle being an NCIS agent herself, but he would never hold Jack back from his dreams. So he helped his son pack up for his move to England after Jack was accepted into the Bureau and watched the plane fly away, taking the young man towards his newest adventure away from home.

Life in LA continued as usual for Milan, minus the regular visits from Jack. But his son still tried to call or video chat with him daily to make up for moving so far away. Jack told his father and mother everything he could about his adventures, excluding classified information. And while hearing about Jack’s dangerous adventures worried Milan, he was so proud of the work he was doing with the Bureau to save the world.

A couple of years after Jack moved away, Milan’s mother suggested a family vacation to Toronto, Canada, to visit Niagara Falls. Milan was hesitant as it meant he would have to spend time with his father, but Giselle promised not to leave him alone with Lance. So, the couple agreed to join Maaike and Lance on the trip and flew to Toronto. The trip was fun, and Milan loved seeing Niagara Falls at night, but things got even better when Jack told them the Bureau would be stopping in Toronto for a day or two while the Archer family was still vacationing there.

Milan was excited to see his son in person again and could have exploded from joy. But the excitement of Jack’s arrival was overshadowed by Lance getting murdered. While he hated the man, he never dreamed of him being murdered, least of all getting killed by an explosive cell phone! And while he always hoped to one day meet the team that had become Jack’s family, he wished it had been under better circumstances…

Of course, being a suspect in a murder investigation meant that secrets were bound to be revealed. Even in death, his father was still hurting him and his family. He couldn't believe that Lance was going to blackmail his own grandson into working for SOMBRA all because he thought the organization was going to kill him for being a liability. But what was even harder to process was the reality of his mother being the person who killed his father. A part of him wonders how different his life would have been if he had told Maaike about the abuse earlier, but Milan guesses he’ll never know if it would have spared his mother from spending the rest of her life in prison.

Of course, some good came out of the murder. The letters Milan wrote were finally given to Jack, and they brought the family closer together. Milan was heartbroken to find out that his son had been raped like he had been years ago, and a morbid part of him was happy that the woman who hurt his baby was dead. Of course, they got a laugh from hearing Jack dub his other biological father a “sperm donor,” which helped lighten the mood. But the mood turned angry after finding out Chief Ripley never informed him and Giselle about Jack getting shot just days earlier!

Before leaving the Bureau’s plane, Milan and Giselle made sure to “introduce themselves” to Chief Ripley. And by introducing, they mean berating her about not informing them about Jack nearly dying! Milan left most of the yelling to Giselle (having worked in the Navy for years, she was an expert at it), but he ensured his opinion on Ripley’s stupid decision was well known. After probably scaring the Chief for life, Milan and Giselle bid goodbye to Jack and his teammates so the Bureau could continue their mission to take down SOMBRA.

Story Information

First appeared: Call Me, Kill Me

Trivia

His style is themed after Mickey Mouse

He can imitate nearly any voice or accent perfectly. He's one of the world's best voice actors!

He used to take Jack on behind-the-scenes tours when his son was younger. Jack always loved visiting the studio and parks

His workplace, The Astraea Galaxie Company, is a parody of The Walt Disney Company

He is an avid collector of Galaxie merchandise and is always wearing at least one item that is Galaxie-themed, even if it's just a character pin

He knows every Galaxie song by heart and can identify most within the first few bars of the music

Gallery

This is the backpack that inspired the one Milan wears in Call Me, Kill Me. It's produced by a company called Loungefly, and while I could never justify spending so much on a bag that I would fear to wear because I wouldn't want it getting dirty, I love their product designs!

Disclaimer: Character design was created using Rinmarugames Mega Anime Avatar Creator! I have only made minor edits to the design! Background courtesy of CriminalArtist5

Links to my stories:

The Case of the Criminal (Ao3/Wattpad) Killer Bay (Ao3/Wattpad) Where in the World are the Killers? (Ao3/Wattpad)

#criminal case #astra's ocs #my ocs #criminal case save the world #jack archer

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