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cup1dxzs · 1 year

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Darling Little puppet

Wally Darling X Reader

Chapter 10- Enigma

If it were possible you would have literally jumped out of your skin, where the hell did he even come from? You were sure you’d hear this short ass gremlin coming up from behind you, though now you actually weren’t sure from your current predicament.

‘Do I lie? Obviously you fucking idiot, he’d probably throw me out if he found out a stranger was snooping around in his house at night!’ Mentally arguing with yourself, Wally’s grip increased on your hand which caused you to wince in pain, he’d seem very unbothered at you being in pain.

“I’ll ask you again since it seems your ears are stuffed with fluff, What were you doing Y/n?” Wally’s monotonous voice rang out in the hallways, his face neutral but it doesn’t take a genius to tell he was fucking pissed. You actually wished that you didn’t try and test the limits of a puppet, but it was a puppet for gods sake! How could you possibly predict this demon would be so menacing?!

“Oh Well I was just- I was looking- I actually sleepwalk! Now how did I get here…?” You’d stammer, actually wishing you could jump in front of a train right now, it was so obvious you were lying! You were fucked, like beyond fucked, there was no escaping from this-

“Oh! I Guess that makes sense, Barnaby does the same thing except when he goes back to lay down, he lays right on top of me!” Wally’s demeanor had completely changed, currently being all giggles and smiles as his grip on your arm was now featherweight, almost as you’d flip a switch inside him.

What?

There was no way he believed that? How gullible was this guy? It almost made you feel bad for lying to him, but even then you had to admit that your lie was complete ass. ‘Definitely not complaining, he’s an idiot and it’s not my fault! Never doing that shit again…unless?’ You’d inwardly celebrate not getting caught up in doing something bad.

“Well we should get you back to sleep, I want you to be rested up for when you meet the others! You already met Julie so she’ll probably stay with us, I’m not too sure yet though…” Wally rambled on as he dragged you through the halls, practically clinging to your arm which got uncomfortably fairly quickly since you were being hunched over due to him not being the tallest person- puppet.

Occasionally sneaking glances at your hand to see the damage, even if it was dark you could tell that a bruise was starting to form from how swollen your wrist was, hoping it wasn’t as bad as you thought but nothing was in your favor at this point.

The terrifying encounter really tired you out, yawing as your movements became sluggish and droning out Wally’s current ramble of something about Apples, resting your head atop of his as you closed your eyes and let him blindly lead you back to your bed that was actually a couch but who was actually paying attention?

You honestly couldn’t believe this was the same guy that had you genuinely fearing for your life not even a few minutes ago, there was something behind that door and as much as you wished to see what was behind it you’d rather not do that again, the fear from getting caught itself knocked off about 5 years from your lifespan.

You couldn’t help but wonder though, how did he know you were there and how did he come at a perfect time? You weren’t being too loud- the fucking house!

‘Ugh, too sleepy I’ll be mad about it tomorrow.’ You’d tell yourself as you found keeping your eyelids open a very tiring hassle, as much as you loved to conspire you had to say that you loved your sleep way more.

Finally arriving you’d awkwardly allow yourself to be tucked in as if you were still a young child, it was strange in your opinion but it was still sweet nonetheless, feeling Wally give you a small kiss on your forehead as he mumbled a quick “Sleep tight don’t let the bedbugs bite.” And walked away to his room.

What a charmer.

Pausing as you’d process what you just said, you’d be confused by even your own thoughts, ‘He was literally about to kill me why am I thinking of him like that?’

Rolling your eyes as you’d groan, you couldn’t help but giggle and touch where he’d kiss you, letting your fingertips ghost the area. Covering yourself with your single blanket, trying to sleep but even you couldn’t help but feel a heat slowly creep up onto your cheeks as you’d dose off into dreamland.

He was quite the enigma, but so were you.

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This chapter is short but I hope the fluff makes up for it! Reader reminds me of a schoolgirl getting their first crush and it’s absolutely chaotic! Anyways enjoy everyone, remember I love you!

-ChillyKitty

#wally darling #wally x reader #welcome home #x reader #constructive critism welcome #pls let me know #wally my beloved #welcome home wally #welcome home puppet show #puppets #fluff

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giggly-squiggily · 1 year

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okokok i have onnne laaast hc and after that i'm done i promise 😭 feel free to not write it if it's too much ofc!

the nagiri brainrot is still going strong so consider: chigiri is used to people calling him pretty and he doesn't really mind it, even tho most of the time, especially in blue lock, it has a teasing edge to it (pretty boy, pretty lady etc), it just kinda becomes something he doesn't pay much attention to.

then he starts sharing a room with nagi and one night he's sitting on his bed, doing his hair, and nagi just kinda watches him. when chigiri's like "what is it" nagi, very calmly and almost in a stoic manner, goes "you're beautiful" and chigiri straight up malfunctions which nagi ofc needs to investigate

hope you're having a wonderful day/night/time ♡♡

Headcanons To Dabbles: Officially CLOSED!

*flails* Rey, you are never too much when it comes to these headcanons! I've loved every single one you've sent in, and this is no exception! I've gotcha covered! :D

For the most part- Chigiri was used to being called “Pretty”.

“Doll.” “Princess.” “Missy.” Every teasy variation you could think of he’s heard- mainly from his time in Blue Lock. He wasn’t bothered by them anymore- if anything he felt more surprised to hear his real name the few times it came up. He was just so used to hearing it.

Until Nagi Seishiro spoke up, anyway.

“Can I…help you with something?” Chigiri blinked when he felt eyes on him. He and Nagi were the only ones in the room at the moment- Barou went to do some late evening training and Isagi disappeared to who knows where-most likely getting dinner. He and Nagi had already eaten earlier and were getting ready for bed. Well- Chigiri was.

Nagi didn’t speak, and when Chigiri turned to look at him, he found him lying a foot behind him, staring. “Sh-when’d you get in here?” Chigiri yelped, nearly dropping his hairdryer.

“You’re beautiful.” Nagi told him, voice calm.

Chigiri waited for the teasing grin, the “for a princess”, some sort of sign he was joking about. None came. If anything- Nagi looked deadly serious.

“Heh…funny.” Chigiri laughed weakly, waiting for the other to follow. Nagi only watched him. “Erm…uh…” His face was suddenly very warm, and he found it rather difficult to keep looking back at the older boy. Turning back to the floor, he cleared his throat. "W-well then."

"You’re so red.” Nagi scooted up the bed, all but leaning into Chigiri’s back as he reached around, feeling his forehead. “Are you getting sick?”

“Wh-What? No- no not at all.” The redhead leaned forward some, hiding his face with his hands. His heart was pounding in his chest, going a mile a minute. “I guess I’m just not used to…being called that.”

“Why? You are beautiful.” Nagi leaned in so his chin rested on Chigiri’s shoulder, a hand coming up to play with a stand of hair. “On and off the field- you’re like a blaze of sunlight.”

“Ugh, ew! Go away.” Chigiri elbowed him lightly. As if his blush couldn’t get worse! “Don’t start with the cliches!”

“But I mean it though.” Nagi poked him lightly. “You’re truly beautiful, from the way you wear your hair to your eyes to how graceful you look running on the field-”

Chigiri, overwhelmed with emotions he wasn't sure he was ready to process, grabbed the nearest pillow and shoved it into Nagi’s face, pushing him into the bed.

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“God, do you two ever do anything besides smoosh?” Barou groaned as the doors to their room opened, him and Isagi beginning to walk in. “You’re so clingy it’s gross.”

“Don’t be such a hater-” Isagi began, stopping when Barou did. Inside the room, they had come to witness Chigiri trying to suffocate Nagi. His face was rather red, and he was saying something along the lines of "Shut up and die!" Nagi was mumbling back from beneath the pillow, limbs flying in an attempt to escape.

“Should we…?” Isagi began.

“Nope.” Barou turned, heading towards the shower. “If Mr Hassle's dead, I’m killing Princess when I get back.”

“...Kay.” Isagi shrugged, walking past the duo and crawling into his own bed, snuggling in. He heard the sound of Nagi breaking free, followed by what he imagined to be an epic pillow fight- something Barou would probably yell at them about when he got back.

Just another day in Blue Lock.

#headcanons to dabbles #blue lock #chigiri hyoma #nagi seishiro #barou shouei #isagi yoichi #nagiri #fluff #wait I'm kinda vibing with them though-#Like; I'm still a diehard Kunigiri girl #but I like the idea of Nagiri too kjeakjkjerjkarjka #help I'm cheating on all my OTPs!#kjarkjejkrkjajkearjka #No but seriously this one was fun to write aljrjekrajkekr

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blacktinnedpeaches · 10 months

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hello

having a bit of a strug with a baby trans woman who has like REALLY imprinted onto me as some kind of guiding force of womanhood (awful notion but i also fully understand it so im not mad or angry just like it makes me a bit uncomfortable) + im finding it like a bit overwhelming bc i really dont have much emotional energy as is atm for obvious reasons so like i know im gonna have to say something (very kindly!!! bc she is so innocent in this + it's literally not her fault at all) but argh im actually so fucking bad at this kind of thing when i actually like the person in question :( it's sooo much easier if they're horrible

was sooo sleepy all day, i had planned on getting a bunch of wig work done this weekend but i just rly haven't... oh well

decided where to get my hair cut this week (probs wednesday) - i was going to go tmr but they are closed on mondays wat... and tina (!!) is on tuesday so im leaving that day otherwise free for general contemplation lol

had really really good sex w/ ben this weekend + i was thinking in the shower about new relationships vs long-term rships + how like new rships are kind of exciting etc but that i actually wouldnt trade what me and ben have now for all the butterflies in any butterfly farm. then i went in and told him this bc im trying to be more demonstrative + also practising for the wedding when i will have to do like PDA. ben's response was literally like "are you ok??? do you think im going to leave you???" SCREAM :( (i tell him i love him allll the time ftr im just naturally a bit more reserved interpersonally than i think i might seem on here lol like i dont really like saying really emotional stuff!! even to the love of my life!!!!) anyway i was just thinking how like the sex in particular has only got better the longer we've been together + how im excited to see where the rest of our lives take us. not just sexually just you know. generally

ben also made me laugh so fucking much the other night when we were watching tiktok videos + we were doing one of those stupid "which one of these would your partner prefer!!" slideshows + he was so appalled by all my food choices for him that he was like "no that's it, we're eating out more, you give me the worst possible options" and writing it down it sounds so unfunny but i was like absolutely cackling at his indignation at my picks omg also, wedding bullshit under the cut, for people who either dont care or are ideologically opposed (correctly)

i paid the final venue payment this eve w/ that money my mum sent me, it was painful to do it lmao but that's done now, knocked a significant chunk off the "to pay" column. think we'll be fine now, ben's got some savings, i still have a decent chunk of money left, im just paranoid that there will be some other random hidden costs that pop up at some point. anyway we're def not going into any debt for it

we wrote our vows today (in like, 10 min) + submitted our ceremonies guidelines to the council. i was a big nuisance while ben was writing his + kept being like "are u crying yet?" then i read his and cried :( lol :( i know a lot of people keep them secret but i think we cba about this one bc we had to upload them to the council website anyway so it would have been a massive hassle to keep them secret. think ben's plan is to do a speech later that im not allowed to see beforehand tho

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clinicallyinvisible · 7 months

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Feeling so so bad about the relationship I'm currently trapped in.

I've been making steps toward buying a lot in the next village over and building a tiny home from a shed. I've got basically the entire project priced out and I think I can get a construction mortgage to pay for the whole thing and keep it within my price range.

Unfortunately my boss ended up deciding not to provide me with health insurance because it would cost too much and be too much of a hassle for just me (I'm the only employee), so he gave me a 25 cent raise instead and called it even. That's only $364 before taxes for the entire year. Idk what he thinks that's going to cover. I desperately need a bunch of dental work and had been counting on this to be able to go do it because I cannot afford to go otherwise. I know it'll be at least a thousand. I haven't seen a dentist since I was still on my dad's insurance when I was 19. So it's been nearly a decade. I was complaining about it to partner tho and he told me he would pay for me to go, so that's good at least I guess. I'll take advantage of that while I can. I do feel bad, tho, because I'm planning to leave him, but at the same time I do really need this and I should probably just take it.

I'm really hoping I can manage this tiny house build. It's scary and there is a lot I'll have to do on my own that I've never done before, but I've done hard and scary things before in my life so I think I can do this, too. And I have some friends that I'm sure will give me a hand with the things I won't be able to do totally on my own, like drywalling the ceiling. I'll have to hire a plumber and electrician regardless, but I think that's still very doable. I'll probably also have to pour a crawl space foundation, which could be a lot, but it's probably good that I do it since I may be living there for quite a while. I'm mostly worried about septic. Idk if the village has sewer or if they have any lots I could buy that already have a tank in the ground or something, so that could be another big expense. I still think I can do it for what I can afford, so I'm not too worried and it'll be better than buying something that's already built since I can make this my own entirely and fit my needs perfectly. I'll need to build a fence for the dogs, but not sure if I'll be able to do that right away.

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not-me-simping-for-blasty · 3 years

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Hi! So now I'm thinking about this bakugou silent treatment after his rude comment what you mentioned in the last post. Maybe you could write more about it? Thanks, have a great day~

pls bc now that u’ve said it i’m absolutely gonna have thoughts

-so like, let’s be real, if ur bakugou’s s/o then ur his primary form of entertainment. he has friends but he doesn’t like them as much as he likes u, and it’ll be a hassle to get a hold of them, so he’ll always find u first when he wants a bit of social interaction. and pls he’s such a nerd who does nothing but eat, sleep, study, and train, so when he gets bored he is bored,, and he expects u to fix that

-this leads to, like i’ve said before, a lot of,, ummm choice comments coming out of his mouth. just rude shit that he’ll say just to get a reaction,, especially if you’re busy doing something else and don’t have time to pay him as much attention as he’d like

-some of his greatest worst rude comments include:

1.) “Why the fuck are you even looking at that textbook, we both know your dumbass can’t read.”

2.) “You breathe like a laboring dog.”

3.) “Stop doing that. You look like a fuckin’ idiot- more than normal.”

or,, that day’s absolute gem of a comment which was ✨“You’re so fuckin’ clingy, all the time, and I still put up with it; but now that I want something you’re just gonna ignore me? Frigid bitch.”✨

.... i- wow. you hate to see it

-so, ofc, you know he doesn’t mean it, especially with the challenging look and playful tone that goes along with it, but, still, after saying something as egregious as that, you elect to ignore him. completely. entirely. for as long as it takes for Bakugou to realize his words and apologize.

-spoiler alert: he doesn’t.

-an hour passes and he doesn’t even seem to care. which, is rlly a front he’s putting up, pretending to be aloof and unaffected, but he’s not.

-he’s upset. pretty grumpy about how u won’t look at him or speak to him. how you brush him off when he tries to touch your hand,,, just overall not a very happy boy altho when is he ever

-another ten minutes pass n bakugou sorta feels bad about what he said, but not bad enough to apologize. not even slightly. lord knows he has way too much pride for that

-so then he sets off with a new plan,, probably called like *operation revert things back to normal without apologizing bc that’s “wimp shit”*..........🙄🙄🙄

-detailed below is the plan in it’s entirety. and as expected it is not only very poorly designed, but also absolutely out-of-touch and mostly childish

Step 1: Strike A Pose

*so ,, the basis of this first step, is preying on your attraction to him,,, look, bakugou is not an idiot, nor is he afraid to admit how handsome he is. he practically makes it his job to figure out what gets you going

*n even if it makes him feel a little ridiculous/flustered he will absolutely rip his shirt off in front of you if that’s what it takes (just dont look at his face tho bc he’s blushing)

*he’s also prone to grabbing your wrist in his hand, and wrapping his fingers around it entirely. bc the asshole has nice, big, well-manicured hands n he knows u like them

*probably drops himself onto the couch next to you,, just to throw his head back and expose the column of his throat. pls n if he sees u looking over, he’ll blush 10/10 times, but he’ll still side-eye you and swallow intentionally while ur watching him

-alright, so now, if that was me, obvi it’d work. almost immeadiately. but let’s say ur a real hard-ass and somehow completely unmoved by how fine he is (wow, cant imagine what that’s like) . so he moves on to the next phase of the plan which is

Step 2: Make As Much Noise As Possible

*alright so this is where he just devolves into more insulting comments. bc adding fuel to the fire obviously makes it go out. clearly.

*will poke at ur cheeks/hands/legs n say sum “jesus, dumbass, learn to take a joke. didn’t fuckin’ mean it. c’mon, you knew that, you’re being stupid.”

*probably swipes whatever you’re paying attention to instead,, will hold it just out of ur reach and “if you want it then fuckin’ ask. ‘m not giving it to you until you speak to me again.”

* “why are you even upset? you rlly that fuckin’ sensitive?”

-okay so if that still doesn’t work, and it doesn’t, ofc it doesn’t, bakugou is just irritable now. he’s grumpy and crabby and probably misses u (even tho he’d never admit it) and he can’t accept ur silence bc then he’d be “losing” to you,, so onto the next phase which is

Step 3: Smooth Things Over

*finally, finally, he’ll come around to the idea of apologizing. which, for bakugou is rlly just tricking u into thinking he’s apologizing without actually having to say the words so he can feel like he’s “winning”.... 🙄

*this leads to him being uncharacteristically nice. like, making u food without complaining, or maybe making u tea

*n then he’ll just sorta,, press those little gifts into ur hands and look at u expectantly. just stand there in silence and wait for u to smile at him again

-but don’t fold sweetie. don’t fold even if he’s being sort of nice for once. with bakugou you’ve literally got to beat him into submission or he’ll never learn,, and if u still don’t speak to him then he’ll finally, finally, bend to you

Step 4: Suck It the Fuck Up

*firstly, his apologies are never rlly impressive. not really. they’re always mumbled and kinda stuttery, but they’re sincere. he’d only say the words if he actually meant them

*will sound very much like “Fine. Whatever. I’m sorry. Jesus, don’t make me fuckin’ say it again.” tho

*then when u finally look at him, a tiny little smile on your face, he’ll sort of just crowd you bc he missed u. v much a man who huffs in “annoyance” while also refusing to remove his face from ur collarbone or let you out of his arms

-and then all is finally, finally well in bakugou’s world. until he opens his big mouth again. he’ll learn eventually,,, maybe. probably not lmao

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hope u enjoy @doggonudez !! :))))

#bnha bakugou #bakugou katsuki #katsuki bakugou #bnha bakugo katsuki #bnha fic #mha bakugou #bakugou x reader #bakugou x y/n #bakugou hcs #bakugou headcanons

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elenyafinwe · 2 years

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Hi there! I hope you're doing well! 💜 I have another curious question:

How do you feel about gender roles in advertisements? For example: When there is an ad on tv that portrays a gender role (eg: women cleaning, cooking × men not being able to wash dishes properly)?

The television ads feel limiting even to me, and I mostly identify as a woman (for example: I'm really bad with children, I don't want children, etc. so constantly seeing the "good mother" stereotype on tv is making me feel like an alien), and I'm really curious how you feel about it. Do you find it offensive and rude?

Also, I just realized I've never seen any advertisements and tv ads that would portray nonbinary persons? (maybe I'm just stupid tho xD).

I hope I didn't sound rude and thank you in advance if you decide to answer. 🙏💜

Hope you had a nice weekend ^^

I shoot ads on sight. I hate them and youtube got soooooo terrible! Usually my adblocker works just fine, but nowadays I watch yt mainly on my tv and the tv app doesn't have an adblocker. Eternal suffering T.T But really, a 30min video and yt throws FOUR ads on me! (And I know the creator, he certainly didn't put those ads there.)

Ads are supposed to create a false idealised world. Mother, father, older son and younger sister, a dog, a house and everyone is smiling and the sun always shines. I'm kinda used to the fact, that everything is binary around me, what actually sucks is, when I start to compare that pretty house to my situation (little flat in a cheap neighbourhood with lots of very, well, simple people around me). It starts to annoy me only when I'm forced to misgender me on purpose. For example when I have a message box and I have to choose a way of adressing me, that's only binary (Mister or Misses). Then I'm in the situation, where I have to think of how I must appear to them in order to get, what I want. Do I have to fake male or female? It's both wrong, so usually I go with female, because it doesn't rise questions. But for my health insurance I have to fake male every time, because I want them to pay my transition and they only accept binary trans as valid trans. That sucks soooo hard. Otherwise I won't get testo. And then I haven't even started with gatekeeper doctors.

So, yeah, to sum up my rumbling: I'm used to the fact that everything around me thinks in binary categories. I usually just ignore it. It's like people always misgender me on default, and most of the time it's simply too much of a hassle to correct them. I'm used to it. It only becomes a problem when I have to squeeze myself in those categories, because annoying public authorities can only think in binary.

#ask #nonbinary

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pileoftrashsstuff · 3 years

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Fic because I felt like it, mainly dialogue tho

"Pile what are you doing?" "Doodling."

James curiously peeks at the sketchbook in their hands. "Designs?" He wonders aloud. Seeing messy sketches and little phrases filled with little concepts.

The colorless humanoid nods. "Yeah been doodling a lot lately and hopefully it pays off, ya know?" They pick up the eraser next to them and erasing a little mistake. "I wanna make a little world through art. And hopefully, I'm satisfied with the designs I have created."

James huffs, he twirls the end of his black curly locks between his fingers. "Speaking of designs, how come you haven't drawn anyone other than me?" He smirks. "Am I your favorite?"

"Well you are an easy design choice. " Pile says, chuckling at the offended gasp their design gave them.

"Easy? Well I'm taking offence to that good sir!" He crosses his arms with a huff.

Pile continues drawing, flipping across pages to compare and contrast designs. Numerous pencils (that are most likely stolen) and inking pens (that are stolen) littered the area next to them. An empty pencil case sits next to Pile.

"Can you summon an engine?" James asks, getting bored with the sounds of paper and clicking pens.

"James you know how hard they are to summon right?" Pile huffs as they start another sketch. Messy linings and vague ideas slowly coming out as the pencil moves.

James rolls his eyes. "No not that, I meant the small ones. I want little James Junior."

Pile takes out a different pencil, this one having little gold markings and seems to be made of silver. They draw a little lively shape, the lead seems to be a glowing white.

"Two beady little eyes, a cute little nose, a lovely red livery, and a big personality. There we go." The drawing glows brighter as a little red being floats from the light. It grows to the size of a cylindrical pillow and drops itself on James' lap.

"Hiya there, little bud!" James affectionately pets it, laughing lightly at the little squeaks he gives him. "Been so long since you have used the other sausage engines. How come?"

Pile sighs, putting away the pencil and organising the mess a little. "Well, it would be a hassle having to deal with multiple sausage engines. They look like they can't move but trust me when I say that you will find them in the most unlikely of places."

"Eep!" The sausage engine squeaks as his cheeks are squished. James silently mulls over his thoughts. "You know... This is weird."

"Well what is weird?" Pile asks. A little note written above the sketch and a close up of a design not far from it is messily assembled.

"We are not in any setting, Pile."

Pile looks up and sees nothing but white. Stretching endlessly throughout. "Huh..."Pile shrugs. "Seems like it."

"Why are you so nonchalant over this?" James asks, calm for someone asking such a question. Little James squeaks as his nose is lightly flicked.

"Well, you are a humanized design of a red engine from the classic series and you are currently petting what we like to call a sausage engine as well as talking to a colorless humanoid figure like me who has the ability to summon beings from a sketchbook." Pile breathes heavily after the long tangent.

"Seems like it." James scratches the sausage engines underside, feeling him relax into his lap. "Is this the work of an artist or an author?"

"It depends really." Pile flips to another page. "An artist can draw their design on anything they want, a blank canvas or a drawn room."

James looks back at the sketchbook. Drawings of moving figures and various arrows littered the page. "And an author?"

Pile shrugs. "I'm not an author, bud. I'm merely an amateur artist so take what I say or said with grains of salt." A different pencil is chosen, this one having a stubbier lead for thicker lines.

"It depends on what the author is writing, fanfiction or their own world. They can give you vague ideas or let you explore the world through their own concept art. Some would describe the room to you in detail or the setting they chose is already familiar to you."

James just realized something. "Wait so are we both vaguely clothed or naked?"

"Well it's up to who ever is reading this I guess." Pile shrugs. "We don't even have genitals nor clothes when we were first introduced. Hell, my design does not have a mouth yet I'm still talking aren't I?"

"Huh, never knew that writing can kick your imagination into an overdrive." James faces them. "How was your first experience to writing your own world?"

Pile feels a shiver down their spine as they remember their early days of writing. "It was interesting when I started writing stories of my own. Having to struggle with a lot of dialogue and info-dumping on occasion. Grammar can be your worse nightmare if your don't thread carefully. Especially since I wrote everything down through paper and pencil so one drop of liquid could ruin hours upon hours of work."

"But you enjoyed it very much?" James huffs as his companion wriggles off of his lap. He moves to Pile's lap, wriggling until he relaxes into a comfortable position.

Pile pets the little thing on their lap. "Yep, the countless other little fanfictions and stories say that much. Can't believe I dedicated actual time to the little worlds but it proves to be an exciting adventure when I feel like returning."

Pile looks at the endless white. "You know... I am actually glad that I used to write so much. It helped me revisit countless worlds and works that other people made, from which I have drawn so many inspired ideas from." They look at James.

"And you are now part of those endless worlds. As a humanized engine that is."

James puffs his chest out. "Of course I am! Aren't I very memorable? Practically the first problematic fave everyone seems to have."

"I should bring the others back but I'll save it for a different time." Pile gives the wriggling sausage engine back to James.

"How many did you write?" He adjusted his hold on the little thing, chuckling at the indignant squeaks.

"A lot but we can trudge down the lane when we want to."

"When you want to." James laughs as Pile lightly shoves him.

"Oh shut it you. I want to go home and work on the new designs now."

"Well..." James pats their back. "See you then."

"Alright."

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yuuri-nsane · 3 years

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Last in Stock

Fandom: Yuuri On Ice

Ship: Viktuuri [Viktor Nikiforov x Katsuki Yuuri]

T/W: nothing, apart from swears, mild dirty jokes and recurring mentions of nudity? BAHAH IM SORRY I PROMISE THERES NOTHING GRAPHIC THO TOTALLY SFW

Summary: Yuuri Katsuki wanted nothing more than to spoil his lovely poodle, Vicchan, and if that meant playing a game of Truth or Dare in a broken elevator to attain the likes of a beautifully pink chew toy, he was game.

[Inspired by a little rough imagine I posted a while ago]

a/n: honestly dont even ask me how this happened, happy holidays!! i wish you all a very merry chrysler, and if you dont celebrate, a very happy december!

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This was not how he'd planned his Wednesday evening, two days before Christmas, to go. No, not at all.

He thinks back to the start of the day, wondering how exactly he'd wound up sitting in a broken elevator, positioned in between the third and fourth floor, having just ended a dastardly game of Truth or Dare with quite an attractive man.

Said attractive man was not only attractive, but also very, very naked, save for the pair of patterned purple socks still clad on his feet. He also had the entirety of the Russian National Anthem scrawled on his left leg, as well as a black eye and terribly painted nails: a bright hot pink that shrieked against impossibly pale skin. Not to mention the taunting pastel dog toy he was now cuddling with.

Yeah, no. Yuuri was stuck in a predicament - one far too mortifying yet amusing for his own comprehension.

How in the ever-loving fuck had this happened?

---

Katsuki Yuuri was a good person.

He loved his mom, fed his dog, never showed up late to work.

He was good at recycling - always remembering to separate the cardboard tube and plastic lid of the Pringles' can he'd eat out of during a late night binge.

He watered his plants religiously, and no, it didn't matter that one out of the four of them were fake. He loved all his plants equally, thank you very much.

He held the door open for people no matter how far away or close they were, and even when they did that awkward little jog, he made sure to give them a warm smile.

He cleaned after himself, not at all tolerating any bits of scrap paper or crumbs left as residue from a busy night of studying and stress eating, no matter how tired he was.

He even cleaned up after other people! Like, for example, when his roommate and best friend, Phichit Chulanont, had eaten too much takeout and could barely move - Yuuri had offered to clean up for him. Phichit, with somewhat of a moral compass thanks to Yuuri, had protested at first; Yuuri had replied with a gentle 'tsk' and a 'go get some rest, you can make it up to me by doing the dishes tomorrow and the day after that'.

And so, to conclude, Katsuki Yuuri was a good person.

So why, why exactly was he here, in the middle of a bustling mall at 2pm, so close to being trampled on in the midst of hectic shopping, staring down an unfairly good-looking stranger, both their hands having met in the middle - the middle being a cutesy dog toy, the last one in stock.

Yuuri had naively left his Christmas shopping till the very last minute, much like everyone else present in the store. He hadn’t intended to buy Vicchan another toy, Lord knows he had plenty more at home and that Yuuri’s bank account was suffering because of it. But it was Christmas, and if anything, his dog deserved the world.

One more as a little festive gift wouldn't hurt, and it certainly brought Yuuri a step closer to giving Vicchan ‘the world’.

And so, he needed this.

And he was not going to give up that easily, despite the fact that the universe decided to make his life just a little bit harder, since the opposition made Yuuri slightly more weaker in the knees than he'd like to admit.

He winced in the bright white lights of the shop, the Christmas music blaring and irritating, no longer as heart-warming as Yuuri had found it when he first entered. The excessive Christmas decorations made him cringe - it was as if one of Santa’s elves had puked all over the place.

"Why," the other man began, his voice oozing with honey, with charming remnants of an accent. His soothing verbal confrontation had caught Yuuri’s undivided attention. His hand was inching closer to the catalyst of this hassling event and Yuuri barely fought the urge to slap it away (or hold it tenderly), "I believe I saw this first."

Oh, heck no.

Yuuri scooted closer and desperately tried to ignore the blooming heat on his cheeks, "Actually, I think I did."

This did nothing to deter to the other man, who with his height, easily stood over Yuuri and glared ever so passive aggressively.

"Well, okay then! Since we can’t decide who gets the damn toy, why don't we settle this like men?"

The black haired male stared frozen in shock. He was not looking for a fight, no matter how eager he was to spoil his little poodle with all the gifts he warranted and more.

"Uh, I don't- um, I'm not looking for trouble!" Yuuri ranted swiftly, slowly pulling his hand away from the dog toy.

So close, yet so far.

It wasn't like he couldn't fend for himself, God knows he was stronger than most people with the avid workouts he did to prepare for dancing recitals.

(And let me tell you, Yuuri has never skipped leg day. Ever.)

But at the same time, he knew it would be less than ideal if the young man spent his Christmas holiday sporting a black eye or something similar.

In response to his quick exclamation, the silver haired male beside Yuuri also retracted his hand, a look of bafflement evident on his chiselled features.

"I-You..." he started, looking at Yuuri far too intensely than the other male was admittedly comfortable with.

A few seconds later, he burst out into laughter, his nose scrunching and eyes crinkling. He tilted his head back, arms grasping his middle.

He gasped for air, dramatically wiping a tear away, "You thought - you thought I wanted to fight for it! Like in some sort of - cliché romance where the two love interests fight for the main character's hand in marriage! Or something!" He babbled on, leaving Yuuri flustered and awfully ready to make a run for it.

In his fit of embarrassment, he raised voice, "Well, what the hell did you mean by 'settling this like men'! Of course I thought you wanted to get physical!"

Yuuri regretted the words almost as soon as they left his mouth.

"Physical? Well, I'll have you know I have a bit more class than that. I'd take you out on a date first, if anything."

The shorter male sputtered angrily, his blush not at all dying down, but instead doing the opposite. He glared at the other man, cursing his stupid pretty face and his stupid pretty voice.

And much to his luck, the blue-eyed villain pursued his words, snickering, “Not to mention here of all places! Quite the voyeur, are we?”

Yuuri was a Good Person™ - what the hell had he done to deserve this!

The taller male must've noticed Yuuri's increasing discomfort, and his teasing came to halt. He inclined his head in the direction of the damned chew toy and reiterated, "What I really meant was we could buy the toy and decide outside who gets to take it - like civilised human beings. You rest your case, I rest mine! Sound good?"

Yuuri pondered, before slowly nodding his head. It wsn’t like he had anything better to do, and he really wanted this dog toy. If only he knew the events that would follow soon after, he might’ve have ran fast and far before giving a real answer.

Fortunately, it seemed that both of them were just about finished with their shopping, the dog toy being last in each other's spontaneous list.

The light haired man took this as inclination to pluck the dog toy off the shelf, giving Yuuri a confirming look, and leading them both to the checkout.

They squeezed their way through the crowds; meandering, lifeless beings that swayed from aisle to aisle. Once they made it there, they payed for their own items separately, before splitting the money for the toy.

Afterwards, they made way to the elevator just two shops down, both agreeing to settle their dispute in the parking lot. They were on the top floor of the shopping centre, after all. Yuuri figured that the both of them would be more comfortable if they weren't surrounded by other people, who could very fairly judge them when arguing about the baby pink dog toy. Said baby pink dog toy had somehow found its way into Yuuri's grasp. If he wasn't such a good person maybe he'd have run away by now, pastel chew toy in hand. But damn it, he was, so he swallowed down the urge.

They stepped into the elevator, the shiny silver doors sliding apart before meeting in the centre. A sickening array of tinsel was hung to the upper corners, along with a few baubles hanging from them. Yuuri noticed the red ribbon twined in with the tinsel, and wanted to grimace at its tackiness.

The young dancer then turned to his companion, now realising how dangerous this situation actually was. Without thinking he blurted, "You're not a serial killer, are you?"

The other man raised an eyebrow. "Well no, but I wouldn't put it past myself to become one for the sake of that toy." He waved nonchalantly at Yuuri's hand, the chew toy dripping from his fingers.

Yuuri instinctively took a step back.

"Oh my God, I'm kidding!" The man chuckled, turning away and watching the numbers at the top of the elevator decrease gradually.

"So, uh, what do we do now?"

To this, the male looked back at Yuuri, and replied simply, "I come up with a sob story to convince you to give me the toy!"

Yuuri pursed his lips, unimpressed. He was tired but by God, was he so not above from entertaining the notion. "Okay, then. Go ahead. After you tell me yours, I'll tell you mine."

He was met with a smirk, a smirk far too devious for Yuuri's liking. Before the other man could attempt to pull at Yuuri’s heart strings, however, the room jarred and the two men in the elevator were sent tumbling to the ground.

"What just happened."

It came out more like a statement than a question, a robotic string of words that spewed from Yuuri's lips involuntarily.

"I think...I think the elevator just...broke down."

They stared at each other for a moment, and the next words came flying about - who said them exactly left a mystery.

"Oh, fuck."

---

They spent the first five minutes panicking, calling for help in such an inglorious manner that Yuuri was sure they'd both lose their voices. They spent the next few moments afterwards checking their phones, and resentfully realising that somehow, there was no reception. And that, of course, since the universe seemed to love good ol' Yuuri, that his phone was at a sad two percent.

His company's was no better, where his phone was at a fifteen, to which the taller man responded with a sheepish, 'I forgot to charge it last night too.'

They realised then that they had no choice but to wait until help miraculously found its way to them, and so they indulged in the waiting game.

The next hour or so consisted of the two bantering back and forth, 'sob stories' passed around like old folk's tales. They bickered and still, their argument over the dog toy was left unsettled, and Yuuri had to admit, it was kind of fun.

Time had whizzed past, and soon enough it was already 4:37pm. The other man spoke up suddenly, sat opposite Yuuri on the cold, hard ground of the elevator. His skin was painted in the gold of the old light that flickered above them, his blue eyes sparkling impressively. Yuuri wanted to look away, yet simultaneously couldn't find it in him to.

"I just realised that I don't know your name. And you don't know mine! Chances are, we'll be spending all night together," he wiggled his eyebrows. Yuuri choked in response, the other male continuing, "so let me introduce myself! Viktor Nikiforov!" He held out his arm out, humbly awaiting.

Yuuri clasped it gently, mumbling a near silent, "Yuuri Katsuki."

Viktor reacted with an all too cheery, "It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Yuuri!"

They held hands for almost a second too long, until Yuuri forced himself to pull away.

The two men once again decided to engage in such chatter, bordering small talk. They joked and teased, each finding out more and more about the other.

Yuuri now knew that Viktor Nikiforov was four years older than he was, a good twenty-six, and had a lovely little poodle he called Makkachin, or Makka for short. (He guessed that she was the reason for Viktor's desperate need for the dog toy.) He was Russian, and moved to the states just a few weeks before his nineteenth birthday. His favourite food was Borscht, a beef stew mixed with all sorts of vegetables, and that he almost burnt his kitchen down once upon a time trying to make it. And, to Yuuri's surprise, Viktor was a choreographer for all sorts of dances, his specialty being ballet and contemporary.

In response to this sudden spout of information, Yuuri had offered his own age and his dog's name and breed. He also told Viktor that his parents were from Japan, but moved to Detroit to start a hot springs. He explained too, that his favourite food was Katsudon, a pork cutlet rice bowl, and that his mother made the best of them.

Yuuri even mentioned his own career in dancing, to which Viktor had reacted to with an animated widening of his eyes and a contemplative 'really?'.

He also swears that Viktor had checked him out soon afterwards, but maybe that was just his mind playing tricks on him.

Soon enough, boredom got the best of the two, having spent the last three hours doing nothing but lounge around. Their phones were now completely out of battery (no, Yuuri didn't spend the last two percent playing Candy Crush-); they were hungry and unentertained, and it didn't take long for Viktor to begin whining.

Immediately, he shot up, forcing Yuuri into a frightened jolt.

"Sorry, sorry - I was just thinking, since I'm bored and you're bored, we should play Truth or Dare!"

Yuuri stared, "Really? Your first thought was child's play?"

"Aw, please! Yuuri, don't be like that! I'm literally dying of boredom-"

"Stop being so dramatic, Viktor."

Viktor ignored him, "-and you know what! We could settle this," he gestured rapidly to the dog toy, where it lay in between them, holy and seemingly unattainable.

Yuuri had never been more stupid to have asked, "What do you mean?"

"Well, we play Truth or Dare, and whoever forfeits first means that the other gets the toy! And bragging rights!"

He crawled over to Yuuri, too close for comfort, and drawled, "Pretty please?"

Yuuri, feeling scandalised and suddenly like a hormonal prepubescent teen, pressed himself up against the wall, looked away and squeaked a feeble, "Okay, fine!"

He felt regret seep into his soul for the umpteenth time that day.

---

He sighed.

Yuuri Katsuki was a good person.

He was a good person and he knew so much.

And so he wondered again, quite bitterly, why and how the planets had aligned in such a way to quite literally fuck him over in this elevator, where the most handsome man he'd ever seen was now lying in front of him, naked and quite the hot mess - a result of playing Truth or Dare.

Viktor, being the proud little shit he was, had chosen nothing but Dare - whether to egg Yuuri on or likewise.

Yuuri had wasted the pink nail polish he'd just bought for his sister Mari in response: his first dare being a cheap jab at the man's dignity. Though, it did little to do so, as Viktor painted his nails happily, albeit messily, and wore his paint job loud and proud.

After that, he had dared the man to write the Russian National Anthem on his leg with a black sharpie, one he’d conveniently carried around in his coat’s breast pocket. Viktor had done so entirely without complaint, going as far as to showcase his leg in a fucking split.

The dares that followed were mild, if not slightly concerning - Yuuri having dared Viktor to lick the floor, to pluck the hanging tinsel from the corners of the elevator and stuff it in his mouth, to try and do a handstand, to stand on one foot for two minutes and so on.

Watching Viktor, physical perfection on legs, trying to stuff a wad of sparking red tinsel down his throat was more amusing than Yuuri cared to say, and it came to show that the taller man was just as human as he was, despite his uncanny appearance to that of a greek god.

Although Yuri didn't even want to recall how Viktor had ended up wearing nothing but his socks, and even the nasty black eye now splotching across his fair skin.

He was more than happy to block that out from his memory.

Because of this, he’d stuck religiously to choosing Truth, not at all willing to risk whatever was left of his self-respect, in fear that Viktor would take no pity on him and get his revenge.

In fact, the worst question Viktor had asked him was,

"What's your biggest turn on?"

And Yuuri, being the sad, and easily embarrassed person that he was, had panicked and briskly declared, "Katsu...don?", his confidence soon blinking out like a candle flame halfway through saying so - it was evident in his statement all but becoming a gratifying question.

It was 6:29pm, and Yuuri's sure that help was on its way - for he could hear the bustling of what he assumed to be mall security outside the elevator. He wondered briefly, how worrying it would be for the two men to step out the elevator, one untouched, and the other looking as though they'd flushed themselves down the toilet. Repeatedly.

Yuuri kept his gaze away from Viktor and his...glory. He scowls, remembering how Viktor won the dog toy fair and square: Yuuri having refused to carry on playing after Viktor's little strip tease. Or whatever the hell it was.

He sighs another sad sigh, shaking his head and wishing for oblivion.

---

It was 7:01pm, when the elevator doors were finally opened. Yuuri and Viktor were helped up, blankets wrapped securely around the both of them - specifically Viktor, for obvious reasons.

Security were nothing short of polite but it was safe to say that when they managed to open the elevator doors, the last thing they were expecting was a 5'9" Russian man to come stumbling out, naked and, oh yes, naked.

They were ushered to a nearby bench on the fourth floor, surrounded by nearby onlookers who were whispering amongst themselves. The mall security had asked them politely to wait by, probably to offer some sort of compensation, Yuuri expected.

They sat in silence: hungry and tired - most definitely ready to go home, after a lovely evening spent stuck in the elevator for roughly five hours.

Viktor clutched at the dog toy and his blanket - his clothes and plastic shopping bag resting rumpled on his lap. Yuuri kept his head ducked down, listening pathetically to Mariah Carey and her silky singing echoing in the mall.

All I want for Christmas, Yuuri pondered spitefully: beyond mortified by the near nude man beside him and his demeaning loss when playing Truth or Dare, is to dig my own grave!

Suddenly, Viktor spoke up besides Yuuri.

"I was thinking-"

"No! Viktor, when you think, it ends badly!" Yuuri exclaimed, turning to point at Viktor's general being and the chew toy that he held loosely, "that was traumatic."

"It's nothing bad! Or at least I don't think it is..." Viktor helpfully supplied.

Wait, was as he, blushing?

"...What is it then?"

"Do you, uh...thinkthatVicchanwouldliketohaveaplaydatewithMakka?"

"Huh?"

Viktor coughed, bringing his hand up to the back of his neck. His blanket fell from his shoulders and rested at his waist. Yuuri kept his gaze from trailing down, and could've sworn he was going to have a heart attack.

"I just...uhm, do you want to, maybe, uh...organise a play date for our dogs, or something?"

Yuuri straightened up immediately.

"You, you don't have to say yes! I'm sorry! I-I get that you're probably really busy, since Christmas is in like, two days, and you might have better things to do than go out with me - I mean, go out with my dog, wait, no! I mean-" Viktor rambled on, his face getting redder by the minute.

Yuuri, being the good, merciful, and apparently brave that person he is, disregarded all rational thought and leaned in to kiss Viktor on his cheek; a sweet press of his lips to soft skin that made the dark haired male tingle all over.

He pulled away, noting the relentless flush that started from Viktor's hairline, all the way down to his toned chest. And along with that, the older man's abrupt silence. He stared quizzically at Yuuri, reaching to touch the cheek that had been kissed.

"I'd love for our dogs to have a play date. But on one condition," Yuuri teased, a devilish grin making its way into his face, "you take me on that date, okay, Viktor Nikiforov? We can't afford to forget about class, now can we?"

He was bombarded with a humiliated shriek: a high-pitched squeal that left Viktor's lips, which stringed along like music to the younger man's ears, and a promise for a date - both for his dog and himself.

This was not how he'd planned his Wednesday evening, two days before Christmas, to go. No, not at all.

But he certainly wasn't complaining. Anymore, at least.

---

BONUS:

“I’ll see you later, Viktor! Um, merry Christmas! Oh, yeah and Monday, alright, Vicchan and I will see you then! Call me!” Yuuri all but whispered hastily, carrying his shopping and Viktor’s heart away with him to the other side of the parking lot.

Luckily, their cars were in the same district, and the Russian watched dreamily as Yuuri made his way to his car, and he himself got into his. He giggled bashfully, glad he forgot to go Christmas shopping last week.

What were the chances that he’d have ended up spending five hours with such an attractive and certainly interesting man, in the small confines of a horribly decorated elevator?

He smiled softly, making one last assessment of his things. His watch, shoes, shirt, pants - it was all here! Along with his shopping bag, Yuuri’s number and-

Wait.

Where...

Where was the dog toy?

Viktor didn’t enough time to fully wrap his head around the disappearance of the chew toy, before he heard maniacal laughter, and a dark blue Volkswagen blurring past. The car’s windows were rolled down, an insulting pastel pink lolling out slightly.

“Finders, keepers!”

A mortified gasp.

“Yuuri!”

Fin

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AVENOIR | l.dh - VIGINTI DUO

Genre: High School AU (at beginning) ; Tarot Reader!Witch!Hyuck

Word Count: 4.3K

Warnings: (bold if in use) slow but with a purpose, belief contradictions, mentions of r*pe, blood, swearing, violence, mentions of abuse

Pairings: Lee Donghyuck (Haechan) x Reader (F)

THE LOVERS: partnership, union, duality, choice

The boy has taken her to one of his favorite restaurants in their own town. She never really ate out much when they were still ‘alive’ to the world and he wanted to share it with her. He asked if it was okay they go back for the surprise, just to make sure and they currently sat outside the restaurant. Though, considering they were dead and in a place where everyone knew everyone, that had to cover a lot of themselves up just to avoid the risk of being recognized.

Luckily, the streets were quite bare but it was still relatively early in the morning and a week day. It was a cold day anyway, the air was cool enough they could feel it through their clothes. It was nice though, to not have many people around them.

“Is my mom here with you?” Cosimia asked him.

“No, actually. I haven’t seen her since...” He started to blush just thinking about early that morning, still wondering if it had actually happened or was it his imagination at it again. “This morning... it’s the first time she’s left me alone since I woke up from my coma now that think about it. She’s got all day to spend with you when we get back even if I’m there to ruin it.”

“Don’t say that.” She chuckled. “You don’t ruin things, you make them better.”

And still, he always blushed at her kind word toward him. Her mom always did spend time with her, even if she wasn’t aware of it. He often find her sleeping in his spot on their bed next to her daughter when she was sleeping. The coldness of the ghost resulted in her curling herself in all the blankets. Most nights the boy spent sleeping on the couch, if one could consider it that at all along. He was too tall it was uncomfortable.

Too lost in his head, he was shocked when he felt Cosimia grab his hand that sat on the table next to the menu he was holding with his other hand. He looked confused about it and to leave him perplexed more, she had intertwined her fingers with his own without any sign of hesitation. He felt his entire being heat up when did so. Something about it now just seemed so different to him... It use to be something that could’ve just been viewed or done platonic but after that morning, it was obvious it was more which left him blushing and his heart racing.

“W-what are you doing?” He stuttered.

“Holding your hand.” She answered. “I thought you liked that.”

“Well, yeah, but isn’t it a little soon?” He asked.

“We’ve held hands plenty of times before, Hyuck, and we literally kissed each other hours ago. Plus we’ve cuddled and stuff like that before...”

“It just seems so different now...”

“I know... I’ve noticed you’ve been afraid to get close to me since I told you that story. You’re always asking if it’s okay and everything.”

“Well, what am I suppose to do? I don’t want you to feel frighten because of me or anything.”

“I know my limits, I’d tell you if something was wrong, honestly. Don’t worry about it. It’s new to me too, remember?”

She leaned over and kissed his cheek, softly. Something he still very much blushed about... He nodded, slowly before putting his attention back on the menu. He thought maybe he was being childish still acting like he had a crush since they were together now. Well, were they together? He wondered to himself since usually don’t couples discuss it before confirming it? All they did was kiss... and hold hands... but he had seen people that weren’t together do that too. They were obviously more than just friends, though.

“Should I call you my boyfriend now?” She asked, almost like she read his mind.

“Do you... want to?” He spoke, quietly.

“Why else would I have confessed and kissed you this morning, dummby?” She sighed.

“Does that mean I get to call you... my girlfriend then?”

“I would assume so.”

“Cool.”

He was internally screaming while trying to hide the big smile on his face. He tried to cover it up with his menu as he put on a straight face and cleared his throat. He seemed to forget she was naturally observant and could see what she needed from the corner of her eye.

“You’re a dork.” She giggled, rubbing her thumb over his hand which again was just something that put a smile on the boy’s face.

When the waiter came to take their order, Donghyuck was surprised to it was Renjun, an old friend of his, one of his best friends actually. He felt nervous and... guilty too, the whole time he was ordering to the other boy. He probably hurt him with what they pulled... Though, the sunglasses blocked out his eyes to anyone that anyone that was looking at him, he somehow felt the other could see through it.

He seemed complex when Donghyuck spoke too, which made it worse. The brown haired boy took the menus from them once he got everything, still with a very confused look on his face. He looked back at the boy and at the state, he tensed up.

“I’m sorry.” The waiter bitterly chuckled while touching his fingers up to the bridge of his nose with his eyes eyes closed. “I might be going crazy... Do I know you? You just sound very familiar, that’s all.”

“No.” He said quickly and firmly in hopes of not risking things any further.

“We’re from the east coast.” Cosimia chimed in to help. “We’ve never been here before either, we’re just visiting anyway.”

“Ah,” Renjun nodded. “Sorry about that... I just figured it out just sound like my old friend, Haechan... Kinda look like him to from what I can see. The anniversary of his passing is soon so maybe I’m losing it a bit, they say that happens. I’m sorry, that’s probably more info that wasn’t needed. I shouldn’t have said anything, just please don’t report me to my manger or anything. I’ll get on your order and make sure you get extra chocolate chips in your pancakes.”

“It’s okay.” The other boy reassured him, even though it was kind of hard. “You really don’t need to, I understand grief or anything.”

“I feel like I need to.” He shrugged. “You’re not a Lee by chance, are you?”

“Close, a Park.”

He gave a slight nod at the answer before he turned away to go back inside. He felt relieved when he went back inside because it was so close. Donghyuck questioned how dumb Renjun could be though. It made him feel a little better and the girl seemed to catch on to the boy’s unusual quietness, quickly. She reached up to rub his shoulder but now his hand felt cold without hers in it...

He was shocked they managed to pull off a fake death and now, everyone in their hometown thought they were dead. Though, it was his own hometown more than it ever was hers. Other than all that, the morning was fine and the both of them enjoyed their breakfast. The boy even shared some of his pancakes with, dare he say his girlfriend. It felt weird, but in a good way to say he had a girlfriend. Whenever he thought about saying he felt his heart flutter at the idea.

Cosimia went inside after they were both done with their breakfast in order to pay. While he wanted to do it because it was her birthday, she just reminded him of the risk they had just encountered. When she entered, she noticed the restaurant was much more lively compared to earlier and they were getting out of there at a good time. The old friend of Donghyuck’s was at the register and when she came over to pay he gladly accepted it. Though, he looked at her a little too long after the transaction was over. She had taken off her sunglasses but not the floppy, black hat which a lot of the people in the restaurant found rude and weird.

“You look familiar.” Renjun blurted out as he handed her the change, knowing full well she had said she’d never been around here.

“I get that a lot.” She shrugged with a small smile. “Just have one of those faces, I guess. Thank you, by the way! See you around, maybe.”

She left quickly after with a sigh of relief. Somehow she was thankful that she was forgettable to the people there.

Even though they had the whole day off according to Johnny, they went back after to go work just because it was the girl’s wish as to what she wanted. It turns out, their boss only put a closed sign on their booth so it wasn’t a hassle either. The only thing that was bothersome, was remaining so covered up since they had no idea who could come by and god forbid it be someone they know and end up with an incident like earlier. Luckily, it wasn’t a busy day for them either which meant more time with each other than anything. Work seemed to be less fun since their roles switched and the girl was still facing trouble with the cards, but they were both figuring it out.

“Okay, I have to go to the bathroom now.” He chuckled as he stood up out of his chair.

He found himself not wanting to leave, though. The both of them seemed to not want to let go of each other either. He suddenly noticed they practically never let go of each others’ hands all day... She managed to let go with a small smile. He’d just be right back anyway... It’s not like they hadn’t had conversations before where they didn’t want it to end either and it’s not like they had never held hands or that he’d gone for ever but still... For some reason, she missed his sweaty palm as he walked away and how comforting it felt to her.

Much farther away from their booth, the entrance to the carnival was full of people in long lines, trying to get their tickets and also get in. Mark had managed to finally get passed the gate after a long awhile but only then did he realize. He had no idea where he was going or what exactly he was doing. What if it wasn’t even his best friend and just some stranger that looked like him or something? He’d look like an idiot.

He walked around aimlessly for a little before he came across a guard standing by one of the metal barriers that closed off the area of land they were using. He seemed to be his age, though was much shorter than he was but was quite buff.

“Uh, excuse me?” He said while he approached the guard that was kind of intimidating. “I had a question...”

“What is it?” He asked.

“Do you happen to know a guy named Haechan..?” A little hope was in his eyes as he questioned the stranger. “He might even go by Donghyuck or Peter...”

The guy’s eyes seemed to widen.

“I need you to go, or else I’ll have to kick you out.” He stated, before he started to shove the black haired boy.

“Wait, no. Please!” Mark begged. “He is, or was my best friend and I seriously thought I was losing my mind because his death anniversary is coming up really soon! I just wanna know he’s alive and okay! No one else knows about this but me, please!”

The yellow haired guy seemed to stop, he was really strong for his size, “Do you swear?”

“Yeah! Yeah!”

“Give me your map.”

The other mumbled under his breath about a ‘Johnny’ killing him, presumably and hopefully figuratively as he drew on the map for him. Mark was on his way once the shorter of the two shoved the map into his chest abruptly, and walked away. He saw a line from where he was standing to a certain both that was circled on the map. Even though he hadn’t seen his supposedly dead friend yet, it felt surreal to know he was alive. He wouldn’t truly believe it until he saw him.

He followed the line drawn with marker until he reached the corner of where he was suppose to go. He took a deep breath while he closed his eyes. His heart was racing over it, this whole time Donghyuck had been alive. What was that trauma for exactly? He swear if it were real he’d kill the boy himself for what he pulled. He opened his eyes and before he could go any further he saw someone walk into the intersection of the tents there.

He recognized the side profile immediately, even with the sunglasses and baseball cap the other wore. The younger boy walked rather fast which left Mark to go chasing after him. In a small moment that seemed longer to him, he hesitated to stop the other but before he knew it, his hand rested on his shoulder. His old friend turned around, ready to punch someone until he laid eyes on who it was.

“Mark?” Donghyuck questioned, as he turned as white as a ghost.

“So it is you...” He huffed.

“Fucking shit, you come on the worst day!” He muttered on his breath. “Hold on, stay here.”

He saw his friend walk over to the booth that was circled on the map. He decided to spy on him and peek out more. It looked like he was talking to someone from the front of the booth for a moment. He went out a little more to see it was the girl he knew as ‘the weird freshmen’ but what shocked him was seeing the other lean down and kiss her. His jaw dropped but as soon as the boy moved he darted to where he was standing before.

Donghyuck had come back and found an area behind the tents with no one around to take Mark. He took off his glasses and cap since it was now in private basically. He already knew it was him so there was no point in hiding it. They leaned up against the wooden boxes that were stacked up. How exactly were you supposed to start a conversation with your own best friend after a year of almost being dead the whole time and then surprise, you’re alive and you lied? Not really a small talk sort of occasion. He sighed before he started on the very long story he knew he had to tell his friend. Though, he left out the paranormal stuff... He may have believed the ghost but not Cosimia being able to tell the future for some time and him being able to actually see ghosts now. At the end, he pulled up his shirt to show the other the scar he gotten when Ten had shot him. It was healing nicely but it was still so terrifying.

“That’s... something else, bro.” Mark said, not really able to find words for it all as he was speechless. “You couldn’t have at least told me? Or Renjun? We are, or were your best friends. Still very confused on what tenses I should use for this...”

“It was...” He started. “A last minute decision. I didn’t even know we’re going to be faking our deaths until we got to the beach either, dude. I didn’t have time too in the first place.”

“I can’t believe you left with the weird freshman girl like her dad said you did. Everyone thinks you two dated in secret after everything found in your guy’s room. It’s wild... and really weird for you to date her considering what she was like and what you were like...” He said, in hopes the other would say something himself rather then him bringing it up.

“I don’t like the way you talk about her. She has a name, you know? It’s really pretty and fitting too... It’s Cosimia, it was probably on the missing posters, her vigil and it was even in the yearbook so how wouldn’t you know at this point? She was never weird in the first place, and as cliché as it sounds, she was truly just misunderstood.”

“You didn’t know her name before either. You use to make fun of her too, so what’s the big deal? She acted weird and no one knew her name, she was invisible besides that trait.”

“Well, I shouldn’t have, okay?! I was so fucking stupid then and so was everyone. You don’t know her, no one knew her and I feel... I’m still getting to know her even after a year of us almost always being together... She’s really strong, caring and smart. She’s a lot of things and she’s taught me so many things. What’s the big deal if she was or is weird? Isn’t that what makes people interesting? She was really... alluring, that’s what I left with her the way I did! And you know what? I’m pretty sure it’s the best decision in my life I’ve ever made! I’m happy now, with everything I have and who I’ve become. I’m truly happy, something I now know I never was a year ago having to juggle school, sports, and a job to support my entire family. I get it’s selfish the way I just got up and left. I get it’s selfish I faked my death and leaving my family hanging like that along with you guys and I’m sorry! I can’t take it back, not now. It may seem pathetic I live in a trailer and work here now, but I’m happy with it all...”

“Wow, why are you getting so defensive?”

“W-why am I getting so defensive? Why am I, getting so defensive?! That’s my girlfriend, you idiot! She makes me happy and man, for as long as been out here with her, I think I might be in love with her!”

“Well, how am I suppose to know all that?! You’ve been dead to me, literally, for the last year basically!”

Donghyuck sighed before it all fell silent between them. He crossed his arms as he looked at the dried grass under their feet. He calmed down a bit when he looked toward the field and say the sky was light orange as the sun rested in between the hills. The wind blew softly which was something always soothing.

“You weren’t.” The younger mumbled. “I’m sorry for blowing up like that, it just angers me... to realize the person I was a year ago... I didn’t even know her then and she turned out to be the most interesting person I met in the end. No one knew anything besides she was quiet for the most part and had no friends. No one noticed the bruises on her or the days she’d go missing.”

“You didn’t either.” Mark pointed out.

“But I started to!” He explained. “Right at the end, before we left. That was really the start though, wasn’t it?”

They had talked to one another for awhile after, it had been too long since they talked. To Mark, it was like having a friend come back from the dead on final time. It was just nice to know he was okay and doing well. The silver haired boy suddenly realized how long he had been away. Somehow the time still felt too short...

“I should get going.” Donghyuck sighed. “I really just told the first lie of my first relationship for this.”

“The first?” The older questioned. “That’s kind of impressive... How long have you even been dating?”

He hummed while he blushed and rubbed the nape of his neck, “We just made it official this morning but it’s kinda been months of pining, some mutual.”

“You really like her, don’t you?”

“Well, duh. Did you not hear the part were I said I might love her earlier? It’s not something you say lightly if you don’t mean it, especially when you’re angry like that.”

“Yeah, we don’t need you going off like that again. I should’ve just questioned you about the kiss I saw earlier.”

“Y-you saw me kiss her? And you couldn’t figure it out or anything?! You’re an asshole!”

Mark laughed as his old best friend playfully beat him up as he defended himself. It just felt nice to finally have it again after awhile of missing it.

“Wow, dude, are you wearing makeup?” The black haired boy asked.

He started to blush again, and sweat a little at the question he was afraid to answer. He put his cap back on along with his sunglasses to hide himself.

“Cosi, I mean Cosimia, she does it for me every morning.” He replied rather softly.

“There’s nothing wrong with it.” His friend shook his head. “It actually really suits you, makes you look less ugly.”

The comment earned him a punch in shoulder which he laughed at. Some things never truly did changed, regardless of time and growth. The two boys ended up sharing a hug before they went their separate ways.

“It was nice to see you again.” Mark smiled. “You know, after thinking you were dead and all.”

“You too.” The other chuckled. “Hey, please don’t tell anyone that we’re here. There’s a reason we faked our death.”

“Your secret is safe with me.” He nodded.

“We come here every year, usually it’s earlier though. Come by next year if you can. I can let Yangyang know who you are and get you in free or something.”

“Write me when you’re back in SoCal for the winter months too!”

“I’ll try.”

They finally bid their final goodbyes before they went their separate ways for the year.

It was later that evening, when they were done with work for the day and getting ready for bed that he saw the girl sitting on the bed, looking at papers. He had just gotten out of the bathroom after he cleaned his face and changed into more comfortable clothes. He sat down on his side before going over to hers and wrapping his arms around her while rubbing his face against her shoulder.

“Whatcha doin?” He hummed.

“I’m just looking at our natal charts again.” She laughed a bit. “I haven’t done it in awhile... especially not since this started.”

“What are the results then? Are we compatible?” He asked.

“Well, I don’t think I’d leave it up for that to tell. We already work well together as it is and you know there’s different types of astrology too. We do share a moon though. Supposedly when you do, you usually feel really close to them in a short period of time, like a soulmate but not exactly.”

“Are you saying you don’t think we are soulmates?”

“Soulmates are different from twin flames. I think I’d rather have you as a twin flame.”

“What’s the difference?”

“That may be a little too intense for now. I’ll tell you another time.”

He nodded and he kissed her cheek before he rested his chin on her shoulder, “Is there anything surprising on there to you?”

“Hmm, you’re Gemini Venus actually.” She answered. “I think to some extent you resonate with it but I feel like you’re a Taurus Venus since that’s what it is on your sidereal.”

“Why do you think that exactly?” He wondered as he didn’t know astrology as well as she did. “Honestly, you’re so good at this stuff you should offer it at the booth or something.”

“It’s too exhausting for me to do that, no matter how much I love it. But, the reason I think you’re more like you’re Taurus Venus is because you’re loyal, like they are. You like psychical affection in friendship and relationships. Remember what you said before summer solstice? About if I was going to love you it was going to be natural? They like when friendships and relationships happen that way. You’re also very stubborn but patient and devoting too. You get jealous as well and you’ve done nothing but be supportive of me and my limits. The kicker is they’re known for having very beautiful voices and being great singers and musicians, which very much applies to you in my eyes. Your voice is really soothing to listen to, especially when you’re singing and you play the piano and drums pretty well.”

“Oh, really? Why don’t I sing you to bed tonight then?”

He smiled at the compliments she had given him at the end. He started to think she was right about the Taurus Venus thing, what she said sounded like him. She let go of her for a moment so she could put the papers away as he got comfortable on his side of the bed. She turned off the light before joining him in the space next to him. They both got comfortable with her head on his chest as he played with her and started to softly hum.

He noticed she always fell asleep so quickly when he would sing to her. He could see she was barely able to keep her eyes open in that moment. Again, like he did so often, he felt his heart flutter at most mundane but beautiful sight.

“Cosi?” He softly called in the dark.

“What is it?” She asked, rather sleepily.

“Can I tell you something?” He whispered.

“Of course.”

“Do you promise not to freak out?”

“I promise, Hyuck.”

“I think I... love you, like I’m in love with you...”

She seemed wide awake when she looked at him. She didn’t say anything though and the silence between them was agonizing as they looked at each other. He was thinking maybe he shouldn’t have said that so soon but then she leaned up and kissed his nose. Yet, nothing was said about it or in response before she fell asleep for the night.

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ilyuqi · 2 years

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i keep seeing people be like "it's not on artists to harass people for payment " no but IT IS tho.

my issue is that they didn't even try to message karl one more time to remind him of payment and all of a sudden they are exposing him. karl very well could've made an honest mistake and forgotten like he said. i forgot to pay my phone bill once because i was so busy and i got a text saying i was late on payment and i fixed it right away.

i am in no way trying to defend karl if people want to be angry at him go right ahead. i just find the way artists on twitter operate to be so entitled and childish they need to be humbled.

if you don't set up a system to gurantee payment, then get ready to hassle because believe it or not ccs first priority is not you. and it never will be. welcome to being an artist i guess?

and literally, i havent seen the dms (someone link me to them?) but if you seriously expect that much from a cc with no reminder at all then like.. don't work with ccs. go ahead and work with normal people who dont have a life i guess? even then like.. if you dont have a normal organized payment system get ready to be scammed multiple times because thats not how the real world works!! if you just instilled a payment system then you wouldnt even need a reminder, and even then a reminder can't hurt WITH that payment system in mind .

that last sentecne is sooo true like. its so entitled. it reeks of entitlement. i cant wait for them to pay 30,000 in tuition to go to a liberal arts college and come out essentially realizing nobody is going to work with you and your artistry unless youre professional and maintain good relationships with your clientele. clients will not give you exposure just because you create art for them and people arent going to work with you unless YOURE organized first, not the other way round . have a very good feeling that after this less ccs will be inclined to work with the artist who exposed karl today.

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egg magazine, april 1990. interview with Michael Hutchence

transcription below :)

Michael Hutchence on Lower Broadway

By Hal Rubenstein \ Photography by Steven Meisel

Globe-hopping is hell on a wardrobe and hard on the feet. Sometimes you have to get out of the limo to spend your money.

Michael Hutchence rarely comes to New York without luggage monogrammed INXS or Max Q, so one would think that on a visit without portfolio, the last thing he'd want to do is add on more baggage. But given a free day, a book of tickets, and our offer to go anywhere to do anything, Hutchence got into the limo with an agenda we could hardly call a new sensation. What kept us from sulking was that he hadn't left the devil outside.

Michael: You think we can load this car up with Yamamoto, Comme des Garcons, and Armani by 6?

Hal: Driver, step on it. Down to Grand and make a left.

[The car turns onto Union Square West.]

Isn't there a club on the corner here?

The Underground.

That's the one that keeps surviving regardless of how many people get shot there. How many are they up to?

No one's quite sure.

Where are we now? I don't recognise this.

This strip of lower Broadway didn't exist last time you were here. Now it's like a mall-less town's Main Street.

And Tower Records is City Hall. Not bad. It's wild to see this much activity because people around the world now talk about New York in terms of decay, how New York is such a rude place, and we keep telling them, No, New Yorkers are quite friendly, we like it there. New Yorkers are just very honest. They don't have time to bullshit. I like New York because people are linked to each other. L.A. Is fun, but segregated. Here there is a metro, and a different philosophy of getting around so there's rich upon poor upon rich. The only thing I don't remember is how many homeless are asleep on Park Avenue and everywhere else. Or is it my imagination?

No, it's real. How come you choose to live in Hong Kong instead of Australia?

For about three years, I thought it didn't matter where I lived. But I kept passing through it again. I grew up there, from when I was four until twelve. My dad still lives there. It has great energy, like New York. And it's ten hours closer to the world than Australia is. If you travel a lot, it adds up.

[We enter the Yohji Yamamoto store.]

So austere. Do they go wild if you hand back anything wrinkled? Those clothes over there are good acid-house colors. Has acid house caught on here?

Not like in England.

That's 'cause New York has bad radio. Are these dogs always here? They must sleep in the shoes. Ooh, look at these here. Not very me, but very Star Trek. $500 for a T-shirt. I see. I'll buy six. No, twelve. Now, here is something very stagy. Ultraflouncy. I like that, but the general consensus might kill my career.

Is what you wear onstage the same as you wear off?

I sort of smush them all together. My favorite piece of clothing is a leather jacket I had made for me that says “Hutch” in chain mail on the back.

Did Michael Schmidt make it for you?

Yeah – how'd you know? He's great. He sort of looks like a beautiful snake. He loves all the Hollywood stuff, but he's so sincere when he talks about it. Almost makes me like it. Is there somewhere funkier we can go, like Yankel's House of Pile? I saw that on the way down.

If you want old clothes, we should go to Cheap Jack's.

[We head back up to Broadway and 13th Street. Several young ladies on the corner stare at Hutchence as he enters Cheap Jack's.]

Do you enjoy recognition?

Depends on where I am.

Like when you're out on your own. Shopping, for instance.

Shopping, yeah, 'cause I get discounts. And there is a definite bonus to recognition when I'm onstage.

It makes the night go faster. But I'm not an institution yet. Sometimes I think about how hard it must be for someone like Bob Hope to go for a stroll. I don't really get hassled. I can stand in the middle of a street in London, or even New York, and usually nothing happens. I don't think I have that distinctive of a face. I got recognized in Tangier once, going by in a taxi, very fast … from a distance … in a fog … during monsoon season. Just kidding. It's odd how once you are conscious of being watched, you stop being so self-conscious because you realize there's nothing you can do about it. Of course, nobody in Hong Kong gives a shit who I am.

Aren't people there freaking about the city's eventual realignment with China?

Thousands are leaving a year, but they're the ones who can afford to leave, to give Australia half a million to let them in, though a lot more are going to Vancouver or New Zealand instead because they've heard, and it's fairly true, about Australia's racism.

It's actually more like unconscious racism. There's a naivete to it that you might call charming if it wasn't so sick. See, most foreigners don't realize – because we refuse to believe it ourselves – that Australia is southern Asia. Australia is linked to England in everyone's minds.

Yet most Australians don't have the faintest idea why the Japanese tried to invade us during the Second World War, and can't understand why they might not have wanted any foreigners on the biggest island in the Asian paradise. If we had lost, my home would be covered in rice paddies by now. Australia would have been Japan's Great Plains, their grain barrel.

I've never met one Australian who knows that. We have it so easy in Australia. It's very easy to live there. Tougher than it was before, but that's because five years ago it was ridiculous. I used to live in a three-story, five-bedroom house. It cost me $20 a week.

Did you make that much playing music?

Nah, but so what, we were all on the dole. Everyone went on it. That's one of the reasons you have so many bands in Australia. It's cheap to live and collect, so all the bands go on it. You wouldn't even have to go pick up your employment check; they'd mail it to you or transfer it to your account. Ready cash. I guess because there is such an anti-authoritarian vibe in Australia that people are quite happy to accept government checks. “Aw, screw 'em” - that's the attitude. Lots of people accept four and five checks or even have jobs. It's very lax. That's why we're stuck with the tall-poppy syndrome.

Translation?

Don't be successful, don't rise above your mates, or you'll get chopped. It's weird. It's the don't-leave-the-pub way of life. I think people in America are generally happy for someone's good fortune; they know how to let themselves go. In Australia, they go, “Good, mate,” and don't ask a single question. There are no celebrations for a job well done. I'm still shocked at how Americans cheer you on when they like you. I know you don't fancy it anymore, but I like phrases like “dress for success.”

And that's why you're shopping here?

I love hideous ties. Girls love 'em. Dunno why. Its like red socks. Are the playing Richard Hell? I haven't heard this song in 20 years. God, you must hear better music in clothing stores than you do anywhere else in New York. All these baseball jackets are so cheap. You know what they pay for these in Australia? I should buy the whole lot, take them back. I'd never have to tour again. I could get 150 to 200 bucks just for the ratty ones. I think this is the first clothing store I've been in that wasn't playing videos.

Are videos big in Australia?

We've actually been involved in music video a whole lot longer than in America. Because we are so far away, the only way we've had to understand all this music flying around the world is through video. Since the '50s, even when it was only 10 minutes a week, Aussie tv has been showing music videos.

And we don't censor the way you guys do. The “Way of the World” single is a very serious song, but MTV is quite shy of the video, you should note – I say this diplomatically. They censor here for all the wrong reasons. Like it's okay to stare at Cher's crotch for four minutes, but it's hard to say something truthful about the state of the world.

Could it be because with a group that's become as wildly successful as INXS has, it's inevitable that favorable reaction always turns?

I don't think INXS has reached that point yet. Give us four more years. We've only recently become hip in England. At the beginning, they hated our guts.

Why?

'Cause we are Australians writing pop music, why else? They don't make much in England, apart from nice jumpers and Jaguars, and one of the few things they can claim some turf on is pop music. So, they're not happy when someone else does it. It's a standard trait of island people; they're very territorial.

But you guys are island people too.

Yeah, but we got a bigger island. Now, if we can just get rid of some competition from the expatriate colonies.

Isn't it enough already with this rivalry between Australia and England? L.A. And New York have settled their feud.

England still treats Australia like we're descendants of convicts. Well, I guess we are, aren't we? We're trying to get rid of them, but unfortunately, they're coming back with money and buying up half the country. Don't you resent the Japanese buying Rockefeller Center?

I resent the Rockefellers more.

[Having tried on everything and bought nothing, Hutchence decides against old clothes. We head down to If boutique.]

Armand Basi. Nice stuff. That Claude Montana is fabulous, but God, this stuff is expensive. We don't know anyone here for a discount, do we? My father used to design clothes for a shop in Hong Kong called Dynasty. Glitzy evening wear for too much money. One year, when we did our first tour, we bough ta lot of Sprouse, real colorful stuff, and we spent a fortune, especially when you consider it's disposable fashion. All it had to do was last a month. All the buttons fell off, it shrunk, seams opened up. We would have been more upset, but it made us homesick for the mother country. Disposable fashion is very English. The nice thing about it when it comes from there, however, is that even though the stuff falls apart, it's cheap.

Ah, I like this. Very sexy, very smart. Basi, right? I found the best underwear. I think it's called Nikos. Someone gave it to me last night. Well, that's a plug. No names, please. These pants might go with the Basi shirt. [Like Navy pants, they have over a dozen buttons instead of a fly.] Not good clubwear. Certainly not quick enough to please me.

Your choice of underwear would have to be very discreet.

And always clean. Maybe these pants come with a catheter. Should I ask the shopgirl? [He raises his arm to call her and, wincing, puts it down.]

Just realized a colostomy bag wouldn't hurt?

No. I think I have a cracked rib, from too much fun the other night at Inflation, this super club in Melbourne. Melbourne has some of the best clubs in the world. Great people. Amazing clubs. Sydney has nothing. Boring as hell. Nice place if you're a surfer. Really pretty, like L.A. But very corrupt, Sydney. Everyone is always paying everyone off. That's why you can't afford to do a club there. It's like, in order to get a club license, all the other nightclub owners have to agree to your having a license. And four people control the voting on that. Melbourne now has a club called Razor that is so exciting. It used to an automobile club, especially popular during the '50s, where people used to talk about their cars, you know, with photos of Mini-Minors making hairpin turns around corners. Like a racing club, I guess, except for slower cars. Razor gets the best people.

[He picks up a pair of huge, get-lost-in-the-rain-forest-and-survive black shoes and delights.]

Many people have shoe fetishes. I guess it's around the world actually, not just with Imelda. I think people are probably just jealous of her because they secretly wanted so many pair. But these are big, like size big. Are Americans getting larger feet, or do they just want more room? I always notice shoes when I'm here.

There's almost like a $100 tax on shoes in Australia. Like a pair that will cost you $50 here will cost you almost $200 in Australia. A pair of Levi's cost $100. I never buy furniture in Australia, either, and I have an obsession with furniture the way Americans love shoes. It's a shame I don't have an obsession with homes, too, since I have no place to put all the furniture. I have it stored all over the world.

Let me get the Basi shirt, and then I want to buy records. I would get them later, but I just remembered I have a friend coming in tonight for only one night. He and his father are trying to get down to Nicaragua. They're helping Ortega keep the Contras back. Good luck. What's so weird about their going is that these guys are publishing magnates in England. Entrepreneurs. They should be serious Thatcherites, but they just hate Thatcher. Real lefties.

If everyone is so vocal of their dislike of her, how come she's so strong?

The British love her because they love to be miserable; they love to complain. Thatcher's become irrepressible. She's finally showing signs of faltering, except she's winning by default, because no one wants to put Kinnock in, either. It's like your Dan Quayle. What an alternative.

Are Australians political?

It's compulsory to vote, if you want to call that political. Frankly, nobody particularly gives a fuck. That doesn't mean Australians are not aware people. I think they know more about what's going on in the rest of the world than the average American, but that's because they have to compensate for being in the middle of nowhere. They're more concerned about international politics, about the environment. Every time the Americans come into Sydney harbor with their nuclear ships and submarines, there's always 5,000 people telling them to fuck off.

But the hell with domestic politics?

Do you know anything about our system? It's built on a bickering sort of war. The front page is always about politicos throwing shit at each other, spending more time insulting each other than governing.

Mind you, they are really very good at it. It's a fine Australian tradition of political insult. Listening to parliament is hilarious - “Shut up, you bastard!” - and that's our prime minister, Bob Hawke. He's in the Guinness Book of World Records for having drunk a yard of beer in record time. He is actually a brilliant leader, a Rhodes scholar at Oxford, and he has done a bloody good job, considering the apathy he's up against. What he should be real pleased about its restoring pride in being Australian, particularly after all that nonsense when the governor general dismissed Prime Minister Whitlam in 1975.

How was that possible without the consent of the Australian parliament?

We're still a colony. I think a lot of us were cynical after that. They felt like puppets. Probably had something to do with the CIA. The good old CIA. I'm in their files, I found out. That they should waste their time on me. I'm listed as subversive, for my lyrics to “Guns in the Sky” and because I once threw condoms out to the audience in Northern Australia.

How is that subversive?

The more north you get in Australia, the more it is like the South in America. The man who ran Queensland, one of the biggest states in Australia, was this guy, Joh Peterson, who was in power for over 20 years. Peterson was this sort of South African leftover who arrived in Australia, and he made things illegal, like sex education, abortion, condoms to minors – you couldn't have the vending machines in clubs. [You can now.] Well, I slandered him, and so I got taken to court, where he was thrown out of office from the corruption uncovered during the proceedings.

Did that make you a hero down there?

Say what, mate? This is Australia, remember. Our heroes are bushrangers, outlaws, and sporting stars. If you're an athlete, you can get away with anything.

[Hutchence purchases the Basi shirts, and then we head to Tower Records at the corner. A street person approaches us.]

is this the official mugging committee?

Street person: “Ooh, ooh, here they come in their limo, straight from Saks Fifth Avenue. Board of directors, how you doing, moneys, you big-time decision makers. Uh-oh, who's you? You must be a rock man. Stand aside for the rock man.”

They always pick on me.

“I want to give you something, man. Some humility. But there's only enough for one.”

I don't care for some, but humility is something we can spread around.

“Hey man, this is for seriously. You will love this humility. No side effects, no speed. Say yes, and I can be back in an hour.”

[We go through the revolving door and right to the rock section; within three minutes, Max Q is playing on the system.]

That's good, somebody knows it's out.

[Hutchence buys albums by Ciccone Youth, Camper Van Beethoven, Soul II Soul, Grace Jones, Shakespear's Sister, Jesus and Mary Chain, and Suicidal Tendencies. As he is paying for them, he spots a postcard stand that features a picture of him.]

Holy shit. When did they take this thing? What a bizarre likeness. I hardly know this guy. This is not an approved photo. [He gets the attention of a young lady behind the counter.] Excuse me, please, this is not an approved photo. It's a pirate. Do you know where you get these from?

Salesgirl: “No idea.”

Can you find out?

“Why, do you want to buy a lot of them?”

See, I told you no one recognizes me.

[We walk outside and the street person comes up to him again.]

Street person: “I know who you are.”

Who am I?

“You are someone who's gonna give me a lot of money.”

How much you want?

“Just give me one of those bills, thank you. Now I'm officially your biggest fan. Just tell me what you want to buy.”

I must be dressed for success.

#inxs #michael hutchence #egg magazine #salesgirl's answers are perfect lol why would she know that hutch #maybe these pants come with a catheter #what kinda pants......#long post #tagging that in case read more doesn't work on mobile idk #collection

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riverleyk · 3 years

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French vs English: MK: 12 Signatures

Part 3! Read part 1 and part 2 The translation differences, a more general look. First of all, we need to discuss actually speech bubbles. Not all bubbles were changed to fit the French text, but some were.

unchanged.

Changed. These changes were kind of rare and only happened if the text was important and really couldn’t fit inside no matter how hard I tried. And trust me, I tried a lot. Changing sentences so it would have the same meaning but still be smaller of fit different. I came on clutch. Often.

This translates to the same thing, but here’s a good example of Stella using more Quebec slang and speaking with a joual accent. Some characters who spoke with English slang had to have it removed or changed.

“OMG! Really!” Instead of:

All chapters have the same names. Certain names are in English, and others are in French. The thank you note at the beginning of the book, and the origin of the comic pages at the end are both bilingual, as organizing and setting things in different folders is just a hassle. Certain characters had a name change, except for Burgundy who ironically had the name of a color as her name and so it would have translated kind of easily... except...I thought “Bourgogne” sounded ugly. Andrew became André, a much more traditional French name. Edwin became Edward. ‘Édouard’ would have been the better French spelling, but in in this context, Edwin is actually anglophone, so have it be spelled the English way, but be more pronounceable to French speakers is the ideal here. Sure, Edwin might be a bit iffy on pronunciation but try Riverley K in French. My own name sounds hideous. I should have changed my own name instead! Dimitri is a pretty name in French, but unfortunately, DIMITRIUS is just a terrible sound in French. Luckily, it’s long and nobody calls him by his full name.

Speaking of Edwin being an anglophone tho, his ENTIRE CHAPTER is different and much funnier. In the English version, Edwin was a hard ass. Respectful, super Canadian, and polite, but still firm in not wanting to sign the contract, all until... ya know the plot twist. (Read my comic!!!) But if French, he’s all that and extremely bad at talking in French. Added dialog of him saying as much and apologizing is the icing on top.

“ I’m happy that you came, but she has passed away. I worry that nobody can sign these papers. pardon my French.” Notice how he says ‘je worry’. worry is an English word, he’s not saying it right. he should be saying ‘Je suis inquiet’ (I am worried) but even that isn’t right. I payed a lot of attention to my own French mistakes, and my biggest errors were using English grammar structure or sayings and applying them into French, which would create broken syntaxe and bad grammar. Language is complex, but I’ll keep it simple for the sake of this post not taking ages. Other types of errors/fun details:

Clearly, he just said an entire sentence in English. That's not French!

“That’s illegal. we are met now. You know me not.” He fails spectacularly to the point of this phrase barely making sense.

More anglicismes (using English words in another Language). Using ‘caller’ instead of ‘téléphoner’ (the verb, to call) and of course, using smart instead of intelligent or rusé.

“The money was (was?) - has been stolen.” I know this translation is wrong in English. Saying has is right for the context, but in French, Edwin questioned his own grammar and got it right! There are so many other mistakes he makes, but most of it is grammar related. He only used masculine ‘déterminant’ like Le and Un. In French, nouns have gender, and so there’s La and Une he’s not using. He also gets conjugation mixd up, using ‘est’ and ‘a’ incorrectly. This is basic stuff that’s very hard for new learners, but even then, Edwin is from Ontario, where English is still taught in school. Edwin is a himbo tho. Other small edits: ..or lack there of.

In chapter 8, Donovan’s hotel room is the name in either language. Mainly because I edited these directly on the image file itself. The hotel was actually my grand parent’s old folks home hallway. Their hotel room was the basement at my aunt’s house. I needed to edit out their address and names.

In French, Stella references her ‘info-man’, which is a popular comedy in Québec.

Certain sounds, like a gasp is not translated. Mainly cause I don’t know what a French gasp is...

Dimitri’s slang for ‘get high’ was translated to ‘défoncer’ but actually that means something much more intense. Basically Dimitri said “I’m gonna go get shitfaced.”

Beatrice also speaks in slight joual. Also, that’s my bedroom.

I don’t know why her swearing in French was censored....

“But Dimitri, it’s us the victims. he has abandoned us and our mothers too. Most of these kids don’t have dads and never received a #@$! black cent!” The world that would named the most sense in her sentence would have been “maudite”. thank you for reading about the translation process for the comic! I’m working on writing more articles.

#comic #characters #RiverleyK #mafia kids #mafiakids #12 signatures #12signatures #French #location #culture #accents #writing #writing process #localisation #translation #conceptdesign #conceptart #comics

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(crawls out of my hole for my annual “first impressions”)

new season of bb let’s go???!

note: only based on cbs bios

Azah: okay first off this is literally nothing to do with her but the pink top just looks like so much of a hassle to put on lol. like it looks great don’t get me wrong i just wouldn’t want to try and wrestle with it >.< anyway she mentioned s4 so we’re off to a good start. she’s pushing hard against the showmances so we’ll see lol

Christian: okay im sorry but he kinda looks like this one dude i just recently worked with who was AWFUL....he likes zankie so that’s strike 2....i lowkey feel like the pupil thing is just to get ppl to look into his eyes lol

Hannah: Oh I like her, I’m probably gonna pick her for my draft. Grodner start rigging!

Brent: Brent? Brett? same thing basically. PASS.

Britini: Every time I think I’ve seen that name spelled every way a new way pops up. incredible. also how much does frankie pay cbs to make sure recruits say his name lmfao. anyway she’s probably nice but oh my god she’s gonna talk nonstop i can already tell. lowkey raven vibes but we’ll see lol

Derek: the literal opposite end of the spectrum, very careful with his words. don’t have a read on him yet because he gave me nothing to work with lol

Frenchie: I like the three words lmao. okay i thought he was our token gay because what straight guy goes by “Frenchie” but? anyway he seems alright for now. it’s weird looking at the 30s crowd because that’ll be me soonish....ANYWAY

Travis: This is the one mom’s gonna like calling it now. BRETT AND WINSTON?WHAT THE FUCK GET THIS GUY OUTTA HERE. “I’ve started multiple businesses since high school and have been sued by massive titans of industry.” oh my god i can’t stand him. he’s gonna end up winning but i wish him first boot

Alyssa: please don’t be an annalise. yea so she’s def gonna be travis’s showmance. even though she could totally do better.

Tiffany: “i utilize my alter ego” is this actually gonna come up or is this gonna be like cory’s “i sleepwalk” things. anyway i would love to see her go far but unfortunately there’s gonna be practically no support system for her

Xavier: oh my god he’s the hottest guy they’ve got. AND he knows chilltown. DRAFT PICK. MY MAN KNOWS DANIELLE REYES GRODNER RIG PLEASE I BEG. (def my fave so far please let him go far PLEASE)

Sarah: oh.....she’s kinda cute. SHE KNOWS ABOUT THE ANTS THIS GIRL HAS A TUMBLR I GUARANTEE IT. she hates moths/butterflies SAME GIRL. she sorta reminds me of myself and idk if that’s good or bad yet lmao.

Christie: i don’t have much here but i like that she likes hayleigh.

Whitney: i just have kaitlyn vibes. that’s all. (her strategy is legit tho)

Derek: I’m....there’s 2 Dereks? what is this, The Good Place? hehe. anyway he’s kinda cute. curious about the jellyfish story.

Kyland: OH HEY. also kinda cute but lbr Xavier is THE hottest guy they got this season. but I think Kyland’s a close second :) that being said oh my god why’d this man write a full-on essay for his bio sir pls i have things to do. that being said i really like this guy, draft pick.

#bb23 #big brother #big brother 23 #read more

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Slides and Serendipity

Part 7 (4.2k)

Masterlist

Warnings: Broken heart for Bennguin shippers, (slightly, I’m talking veeeery slightly implied sexual content like it’s nothing explicit?) and also language

My hangover thankfully wasn’t as bad as I’d anticipated, probably because I stayed clear of wine this time. I even woke up earlier than I’d anticipated but that was only due to Yogi jumping on my bed. How I’d managed to carry him up the stairs without falling while also half asleep would forever remain a mystery unsolved.

I checked my phone to go look at the pictures from last night but then I saw a text from Tyler, asking if I was ready for breakfast yet. In my sleep deprived state I’d completely forgotten about his invitation from last night. I told him I’d be over in a few and then hopped under the shower, something I’d skipped last night because I’d been afraid that I’d fall asleep while standing up.

Whenever I went out I usually only drank until I had a good buzz going but last night I guess I hadn’t stopped early enough so the alcohol had practically knocked me out as soon as I was outside.

After changing the bed sheets to get rid of the smell of clubbing I finally made my way over, Yogi excitedly bouncing ahead. Tyler’s dogs were howling as soon as I rung his doorbell which of course made Yogi even more excited. I was a bit anxious to see if he would tried to bring up my not so subtle move from last night. While having him strip me down to my underwear had sounded like a great idea last night, I had probably taken it a bit too far in hindsight.

“Hey, no skates today?”, Tyler greeted me and I reached up to hug him while Yogi was running around him, effectively tying him up. He was wearing a hoodie with grey shorts that made it really hard to look anywhere else and I was really tempted to make fun of the way he’d pulled up his socks too high.

“Nope and I already regret it, he has way too much energy right now.” I tried my best to untangle the leash from Tyler’s legs but now his labs were there too demanding attention and it was just one big chaotic mess. Four dogs was a bit much at times like this but I eventually managed to get everything back under control, Tyler hadn’t made an attempt to help me at all and had instead only laughed at my struggle. Yogi and Gerry disappeared together into the backyard and Cash hopped up on the couch while Marshall stayed by my side.

“Are you hoping I’ll make you some breakfast Marsh?”

“He’s not the only one you know.” Tyler’s pout was cute, an adjective that I never thought would fit a guy like him. He was probably the only guy in the world that managed to look adorable and sexy at the same time and it was really distracting.

“What if I only came over so you could make me grilled cheese tho?”

“Then I’ll gladly oblige your wish, ma’am.”

I threw Yogi’s collar at him for calling me ma’am but of course he caught it before it hit his face like it was supposed to. Stupid fast reflexes.

“One more ma’am and I’ll never make food for you again”, I threatened with my finger pointed at him and I could see that it cost him his last bit of self-control to not respond with a ‘yes ma’am’. The salute he gave me in turn wasn’t any better.

“I was actually planning on making something else but I need to check if you have all the stuff for it first because your grocery shopping is anything but top notch.”

He complained to Marshall about me only ever insulting him but Marshall followed me to the step as I walked into the kitchen, not caring about the little crisis his dad was having at all.

For being a pro athlete his fridge and pantry were terribly stocked and it reminded me of the time I spent in the college dorms. The amount of beer in his fridge was equivalent to a frat house and the only thing missing to complete the college student life were the instant ramen cups.

“You should be glad that the nutritionists an trainers don’t visit your house”, I scolded him. He had some fresh produce around but not nearly as much as I’d liked. As I kept pulling out stuff the pile on his kitchen island kept growing after I finally decided on omelette with some avocado toast. The avocadoes were at the tipping point of being too ripe and I didn’t want them to go to waste.

“Well I’m sorry that my kitchen doesn’t look like a Whole Foods ad the way yours does. As soon as the season starts up again I’ll either be gone or eat the majority of my meals at the rink like most of the guys so I don’t see why I should stock up.”

He did have a point but to me a homecooked meal beat everything, even if cooking for just one person was always a bit of a hassle that always resulted in leftovers. Since my move I had been living on my own for the very first time ever and I had to admit that I missed cooking for other people as well.

“Well I’m teaching you how to make the perfect omelette today anyway. You really need to learn to take better care of you and your body.” I made him help me chop stuff to put in the omelette and instantly felt reminded of all the times I’d tried to teach Lisa to cook. She’d been hopeless as well but as soon as we moved off campus during our sophomore year I’d took her under my wing, making a decent cook out of her by the time we moved to Denver. I was convinced I could do the same with Tyler.

He knew how to handle a knife at least and while he mixed everything together I took care of the avocadoes and tomatoes. I tested what he remembered from my spice lesson, letting him make suggestions as to what could go well with our food and he did better than expected, only messing up once.

“No no no you need to turn down the heat or you’ll burn it before the eggs are done”, I said and quickly reached around him so I could reach the stove and save our breakfast. He looked so determined with the spatula in his hand, I knew that he really wanted to do well and was trying his best.

He had put on a snapback a while ago so his hair wouldn’t fall in his face and I already missed his messy bedhead. Without produce his hair looked so soft and all over the place and I really wanted to run my hands through it as much as I could. He really was a walking temptation and every time we spent time together I could feel my resolve weaken.

After everything was done I tried to tell Tyler that the presentation of the food was important as well but he took a bite out of his toast before I was even done putting the tomatoes on it. Sighing I grabbed my plate and walked outside so we could enjoy our breakfast in the sun. I still managed to sneak a picture of our plates before Tyler proceeded to eat his food at a speed that shouldn’t be possible.

I was nervous to meet this Jason guy because I really really hoped that our dynamic would work out. I had looked up some more people that I could meet over the next few days but I really wanted to trust Mia’s judgement.

I even had the cleaning lady come over yesterday so every surface in my house was shining and I’d done some last-minute decorating in the office. My degrees were now on the wall, the online Master of Software Engineering not as pretty as the undergrad degree in computer science from MIT but I still didn’t regret taking online classes instead of real ones. My success during college had given me lots of opportunities that I would forever be grateful for, one of them being the job offer to Denver straight out of college. The experience I had gathered over the last three years working was better than anything I could be taught in stuffy classrooms.

Mia arrived a bit before Jason and this way she’d be there to introduce us properly. It was good to have some one-on-one time with her while we waited, something we’d never really had. Since we didn’t study together Lisa and I would usually only see her when going out or meeting up in groups but it was nice to actually have normal conversations with her.

I didn’t want to create a stiff office atmosphere which is why I was now dressed in jeans and a nice top. Mia was wearing a summer dress and Jason had put on a button up but still managed to look casual. Yogi was sniffing him curiously before plopping down on his bed in the living room again, deciding that this was beneath his attention.

We shook hands and I led them to the office while starting some casual conversation. My desk was already set up and Mia had already told me her hardware preferences so there was some stuff waiting for her which she inspected while I talked to Jason. The conference table really came in handy at this part.

He was funny and gave off a pretty chill vibe but I still had to see some references because unlike with Mia I had no idea if he was any good at what he did.

He was good, better than expected and a while later I was sold on him. He seemed happy with what I was willing to pay and character wise he was a perfect fit for the team. I told them both about the requests I had already lined up and they both seemed super excited to start.

“So you think you can start next Monday?”, I asked after I’d finally satisfied my curiosity and his face lit up as if he thought I wouldn’t offer him the job.

The three of us moved towards the kitchen to get something to drink because all of this talking had made us thirsty. Mia was just telling me that she’d come over tomorrow with Elias after picking him up from daycare when I heard my front door open.

“Hey sorry I kept texting you but you didn’t respond and it’s already half past two so I thought I’d check up on you.” It took a few seconds before Tyler’s words registered with me. I hadn’t even realized that it had gotten this late and that I was supposed to meet up with him half an hour ago to go roller skating with him and Yogi. He walked into the living room and then did a double take when he saw all of us lingering by the kitchen island.

“Oh shit you have company.. I’m sorry but uh hey everyone I’m Tyler”, he introduced himself and waved at Mia and Jason with one hand, a pair of skates in the other. Only now did Yogi wake up from his nap and as soon as he realized what was happening he ran over to Tyler who was now crouching down so he could pet him.

“Holy shit you’re Tyler Seguin! This day just keeps getting better and better”, Jason exclaimed, almost spitting out the sip of water he’d just taken.

“Tyler who?”, Mia asked then and I had to laugh. She had never been interested in watching sports and it was nice to see that nothing had changed in that department at least.

Tyler was still awkwardly standing in the living room and I walked over to give him a hug before turning around to explain to Mia that he was a hockey player for the Dallas Stars and also my friend. At least she’d heard of the team name before. I introduced Mia and Jason as my new team to Tyler and Jason shook his hand excitedly before congratulating him on his amazing last season.

“I know you’ll do even better this year”, Jason said and I was pretty sure that I was the only one that had caught Tyler wincing at the statement. He’d told me how much the expectations of the fans and the rest of the team really weighed on him even if people only meant well.

After Mia and Jason had left Tyler tried to apologize for interrupting again but I wouldn’t let him. It was my fault that I’d forgotten to check my messages for well over three hours so really it was my turn to apologize.

I ate a quick snack before grabbing my roller skates and Yogi and then we were out the door. Even if Yogi was still too small to pull Tyler, he’d told me that he still wanted him to come with us when we had talked about going skating.

We skated around the neighborhood, Yogi’s leash loose in my hand while we made some casual conversation.

It turned out that pulling Tyler was harder than it looked, not because of his weight but because grabbing his hand didn’t leave much space between us to gain the momentum or speed that was needed.

“Your arms are so short. The next time we do this I’m putting a leash on you as well”, Tyler joked and I tried to hit him but of course he simply swerved until he was out of my reach. He was surprisingly graceful for a guy his size.

Sometimes he’d take Yogi’s leash to try and outrun him on the skates but despite his impressive speed he was no match for my husky mix. After I’d taken way too many videos and they managed to tire each other out we made our way back to my house.

“Hey so you know I’m leaving for camp Thursday afternoon but I’m having an end of summer party on Wednesday over at my place and you should come too”, he said as we were skating up my driveway. I could tell that he was really excited, both for camp and the party.

“Of course I’ll come. Do you want me to bring anything?”

“No you don’t need anything I’ve got it covered. Most of the guys from the team are going to be there and some close friends so you’ll have the girls to keep you company as well.”

Tyler wasn’t lying when he said that his place would be packed. The weather wasn’t too spectacular today so nobody was in the pool, making the house and backyard seeming even more crowded. He’d told me to bring Yogi as well, seeing as there wouldn’t be any super loud music tonight and as soon as I had him off the leash he was walking around the room, basking in the attention.

The girls spotted me before I could even look for Tyler and pushed a drink at me before we caught each other up on the last few days. They were really interested in what had happened with Tyler after he had picked me up from the club and it took me several tries until I had finally convinced them that there wasn’t really any tea to spill. I was introduced to even more wives and girlfriends and I was happy to get to know everyone, having always been a social butterfly.

I finally spotted him across the living room and excused myself to go say hello.

“No bikini today?”

“No it’s too cold to go swimming today.”

“That’s too bad because I really like what happened last time in the pool.”

Before I could even respond to his flirty remark I was being dragged away from him and towards the beer pong table that was set up on the outdoor patio. I was glad I’d brought a sweater with me this time. The dogs were chasing each other around the pool but even they didn’t feel like going into the water today.

“I need a rematch to make up for last time”, Roope said after finally letting go of me, settling on the other side of the table with Rads.

“Two on one? That hardly seems fair”, I pouted and tried to get Dobby to join my team as he was closest but he just laughed at me and refused, sitting back on a chair to watch instead.

“Let me help her drink at least”, Tyler insisted from behind me and I hadn’t even noticed that he stood so close to me until he spoke up

“No need to play hero Segs, you know the girl can drink”, Rads said and gave Tyler a stern look until he backed off with his hands raised in surrender. I had to smile at the compliment, a Russian being impressed by your drinking skills was serious business. I sighed as I realized that there was no getting out of this and cracked my knuckles to get ready. I needed to make this a quick win because I noticed that they’d filled my cups a bit more than usual and I really didn’t want to drink this much beer before dinner.

We had gathered quite the crowd over the course of the game that was now witness to me absolutely destroying the two of them. They had only managed to hit two cups of mine while I was on my second try to make the last shot so I would win after some double scores. The girls were cheering on me while their boyfriends were supporting their teammates. With each point that I’d made the chirping had increased and now neither of us three could make a move without there being screaming from all sides. I only knew a few words in Russian and had no clue about Finnish but even I could tell that whatever was coming out of my opponents’ mouths was anything but pretty.

“You got this Liv, show ‘em how it’s done!”, Katie yelled and I blew her a kiss.

“You better miss”, Jamie said, which earned him a light punch to his shoulder from his girlfriend. I closed my eyes for a second to concentrate and then made my shot.

Groans and high pitched screams rose as the ball tipped into the cup, making me the winner. I was hugged from multiple people at once and Tyler lifted me to spin me around. He was the only one from the team that had been on my side.

“How are you so good at this?”, Roope asked, his accent stronger because of the frustration. Tyler was smirking down at me, probably thinking of the time he’d asked me the same question.

“I take in the wind and the distance to calculate the perfect throwing angle.”

“Really?”, Rads now asked, his eyes big.

“No, you guys just suck.”

Tyler had asked some people to man the grill and we didn’t have to wait long until the delicious smell of steaks was wafting around the property, which I was thankful for because I had been looking forward to this part all day. I grabbed some food and sat with the girls, resuming our discussion on which potato form was the best. Wedges, obviously.

After dinner some people left and everyone else proceeded to get even more drunk. I could tell that this was the last time that the guys would be able to really relax because they had all kinds of stupid ideas. At some point Tyler had taken off his shirt and while I certainly wasn’t complaining about the view I still had to laugh at him taking whatever chance he got to strip. Perhaps a trade to the Golden Knights would allow him to flourish in this side business. Jamie was the most fun to watch because with every drink he got less and less shy until Tyler and him were running around the house laughing their asses off and jumping on each other.

“Bennguin is real, get used to it”, Katie commented with a sigh and her exasperated expression had me laughing so hard that I had to put my drink down so I wouldn’t spill it all over the couch we were currently on. I could only imagine the amount of shit she’d had to put up with because of these two acting like children.

“I want to play a gameeee”, Tyler whined and I already knew that nothing good come out of the look he was giving his friends. With all the alcohol going around everyone had loosened up and it didn’t take long until I was dragged into a round of ‘never have I ever’ on the floor of Tyler’s living room.

“You guys didn’t go to college and it really shows”, Katie commented and I had to agree with her. We’d made it our personal mission tonight to make as much fun of Tyler and Jamie as possible. I’d played the stupid game so many times, usually at frat parties so they could expose the virgins but I also couldn’t wait to see what I could learn about these big dumb idiots.

The first few questions were timid and I could tell that everyone was still trying to figure out how far everyone was willing to go to expose their secrets, especially with some of the partners present, but every new statement pushed further.

“Never have I ever had a threesome.”

I didn’t even pay attention to who had said it, going around the circle having long been abandoned in favor of someone randomly throwing in questions.

Even though I had been absolutely plastered that night, I still remembered this particular event, one of the very few one night stands that I’d ever had. We’d started day drinking even before breakfast on a boat off the shore of Ibiza and while I wasn’t even into girls, lots of shots and pitchers filled with sangria had led to me tangled in the bed sheets with some hot guy that I didn’t even remember the name of and Lisa. The guy didn’t really know what to do with the both of us at the same time, so we had to get creative and I’d vowed to myself that I would stick to guys after, scarred for life.

As I raised my cup to my lips I noticed that Tyler was about to do the same so I raised my cup towards him in a toast. I only hoped his experience had been better than mine.

“You two are perfect for each other”, Rads said with an eyeroll but I only laughed.

“You had a threesome and this is the first I’m hearing of this?”, Katie yelled from beside me and I turned just in time to see Jamie lowering his cup across the room after having taken a sip.

“Holy shit! Was it with Tyler?”, I asked, knowing full well what was said about them on Tumblr because of Mara. The way both of them visibly recoiled at my words should have been preserved for eternity. Sadly that didn’t happen.

“No! What the fuck Liv?” Tyler’s disturbed exclamation had me leaning on Katie, who was now also shaking with laughter, the news of her boyfriend’s sexual adventures momentarily forgotten.

“Do you hear the sound of millions of Bennguin hearts breaking?”, she asked in between shaky breaths and now we were lying back on the floor, tears threatening to run down my cheeks from laughing so hard.

“I just want to make it clear that I only took a sip because I was thirsty. I wasn’t paying attention and besides you know I would’ve told you babe”, Jamie spoke up after Katie and I had finally calmed down again. The alcohol had made everything ten times funnier than it probably actually was but Katie and I were still clutched together and she only waved at Jamie in dismissal. I would’ve had to reevaluate my people reading skills if he actually had taken part in a threesome because there was no way I could’ve seen that coming.

Our loud cackling must have woken up the dogs from their nap because now Yogi was trying to snuggle up against me while Gerry curiously looked around, probably trying to figure out why there were so many people stretched out on the floor. As soon as Yogi had made himself comfortable with his head on my lap Gerry came over as well, lying down on my legs. There was close to a hundred pounds of dog on top of me but I couldn’t be happier, gently petting them while completely forgetting that we were playing a game at the moment.

Alcohol mixed with cuddly puppies, the greatest thing since long before sliced bread.

Tyler insisted on taking a picture of the three of us all snuggled up and then proceeded to beg until I finally let him post it to his story. Me giving in didn’t come as a surprise, I was this close to doing almost anything he wanted me to after all. I wouldn’t let him tag me though, desperately trying to hold on to the last shred of anonymity , and dignity, that I still had left.

Part Eight here

#Slides and Serendipity #tyler seguin imagine #Tyler Seguin #nhl writing #nhl imagine #nhl players #nhl #Dallas #dallas stars #tyler seguin fanfiction #fanfiction

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