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sunshine-daisies-library · 4 months

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ghost of you | steve harrington x fem!reader

summary: steve harrington comes to the realization that he needs you more than anything. if only he had come to that realization before he lost you forever.

warnings: breakup, angst, drinking, depression, hopeful ending

wordcount: 2.05k

author's note: this fic is based off ghost of you by 5sos, and i hope you enjoy it! i started writing this like back in february and just decided to finish it up now, so there might be random gaps in there just lmk lol. if you'd like a part two, let me know!

Steve couldn’t sleep as well as he did before. Weeks of tossing and turning could no longer be blamed on a supposedly lumpy mattress. Dustin and Robin had told him time and time again that if he wanted a new mattress he could simply buy a new one. But the mattresses at the store were missing something. They didn’t come with the faint smell of your shampoo, or the wrinkles in the sheets from when you last slept over.

Nearly two months had passed since you were here, yet everything remained the same in Steve’s bedroom. Your side of the bed was untouched. No matter how much Steve insisted he was getting over you, he still refused to sleep on your side of the bed.

Steve rolled out of bed and dragged his feet down the stairs. The floors creaked with every heavy step until he made it down to the kitchen. Dust coated the countertop from lack of use aside from a plate of uneaten food here and there. Robin always made sure Steve had food - she’d stop by the local pizzeria at times and buy him a slice. But as soon as she’d leave, he’d push away the plate and go back to bed.

Steve sat down on the barstool and sighed to himself. To his right sat a half empty cup of coffee. There was nothing special about the cup, it was just a blue cup with a faded “world’s okay-est dad” printed on it from the kids last holiday. But to Steve, it was your cup. Your lipstick was still stained on the rim, faint but still there. God, you didn’t live together officially back then, yet you had designated the left side of the bed and Steve’s yellow sweatshirt as yours, not that Steve minded, though. He loved you, adored you, even.

If only he told you that when it mattered most.

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Steve wasn’t sure why he gave into Robin and Nancy’s idea. Perhaps it was because he was such a pushover for the kids, that nature transferred to them as well. Nonetheless, Steve was heavily regretting it.

Now, all of Steve’s house was being deeply cleaned to a near perfect state. Nancy suggested throwing a party to get Steve “out of his funk,” as she put it. Anything to help improve his mood, but in reality Steve wanted to do anything but party. He couldn’t when you weren’t by his side, making sure he didn’t drink too much or that he had enough water and food in his stomach. Not when you weren’t pulling him to the middle of the room to dance like no one was watching, or whispering in his ear that you had enough socializing for one night. Those moments, he would look into your eyes and not break away when he called out to everyone that the party was over. Because you were everything to him and anything you said goes. That is until he broke things off with you.

Why did he ever end things?

Steve’s mind was racing as he absentmindedly swept the living room floor, dust accumulating at his feet. He didn’t hear Robin’s voice calling out to him until she was literally in front of him, shaking his shoulders. The boy snapped out of his thoughts, flinching at his friend’s rough shaking.

“Jesus, Rob,” he shook his head. “What do you want?”

Robin rolled her eyes at his hostility and crossed her arms on her chest. “Nancy called,” she deadpanned. “She did the laundry and found a bunch of old crap. She wants to know if she can throw them out or donate them.”

Steve sighed, running his fingers through his uncommonly flat, greasy hair. He had forgotten to shower -once again- but he made a mental note to do so once he finished cleaning the house. “It’s probably my mom’s stuff. I’ll go down to check it out.”

Handing the broom and dustpan to his friend, Steve casually walked downstairs to meet Nancy. And at that moment, he felt as though his entire world collapsed in front of him. In a way, his world really did.

Nancy was crouched by the dryer, folding clothes and sorting them as she pleased. At her side was a lime green basket full of Steve’s old sweatshirts and jeans he once had haphazardly strewn across his bedroom floor. Sitting on top of the pile was a faded black Led Zeppelin shirt. The design was barely there anymore, and you could barely make out the words on it. But that didn’t matter to Steve. That was your shirt and not Nancy’s to touch.

“Hey Steve,” she greeted without looking up from her work. “I set aside a pile of–”

“What did you do?” Steve yelled, his voice raspy and broken from lack of use. He scrambled to the ground and reached for his band t-shirt. The worn material was thin and frail in his hands, almost to a point where he could pull a thread from the hem and the entire shirt would fall apart.

Nancy shot up in alarm, not expecting his frantic reaction. “I-I did the laundry-”

“NO!” he cried out. He brought the article of clothing to his nose, desperately trying to smell you, find you, in the shirt but to no avail. All that he could smell was the stupid detergent from the convenience store.

Tears streamed down his face and onto the cotton, quickly absorbing it and darkening the shirt color. “That was all I had of her,” he sobbed. “How could you, I-I”

Robin ran down into the laundry room at the sound of Steve yelling. “What’s going on here?” she called, racing to meet her friends. “Nancy what happened?”

The poor girl only shrugged her shoulders. “I was just finishing up the laundry and Steve flipped out. Something about a memento?”

Robin stared down at the broken man before her. She could barely recognize him anymore. He was a wreck without you. “y/n’s shirt,” was all Robin could say.

Closing his eyes, Steve could barely make out the image of you in the rain. You had yet another quarrel with your family and ended up at his doorstep. The fuzzy memory replayed in his head, how you were out of breath from running across town to him, looking for him. How he held you the entire night while you wore that shirt since your original clothes were wet and muddy. You clung to him as if he were your lifeline, and he held you with the same regard. They always said you two were too young to know what love felt or meant. No one understood or felt your hurt the way he did. That’s what made you perfect for each other.

And that’s what made you each other’s poison.

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The debacle was resolved once Steve had fallen asleep in his room, locking himself away for the rest of the afternoon until cleaning had completed. Robin had consoled Nancy after she kicked herself for her mistake, but there was nothing that could be done afterwards. Something Steve had forgotten was that they had lost a friend as well. If he wasn’t your person, Nancy was, the girl glued to the hip wherever you went. And Robin was a little sister to you, the kids, too. You were an essential part of your little group. And now you’re just gone.

Soon enough, the party started and the Harrington Manor was filled to the brim with drunk high school students or popular has-beens. No one quite knew how they managed to get in, but no one stopped them or cared for that matter. It was a long shot, but Eddie, Nancy, and Robin were grasping at straws to get their Steve back. If a party to reminisce old times brings back his cheerful spark, then they were willing to buy all the booze Hawkins could supply.

Steve stood by himself in the corner of the main room of the house, nursing his third can of beer of the hour. He was silent, despite the many people coming up in their drunken stupor to greet the supposed host of the party. All he could manage was a fake smile and nod to bore them off.

All of a sudden, he caught a glimpse of a familiar color of hair. He whipped his head around to follow the shadow, only for it to disappear into the crowd. Steve hurried to push through waves of people dancing to music Steve could only describe as pure trash, to find what he was looking for. After all, could it be? After two months, could a party bring you back to him?

“y/n!” Steve shouted out, his voice drowned out in the blaring music. “y/n!”

The shadow did not stop, but neither did Steve. Steve followed it to the backyard, shouting and stumbling as the alcohol in his system began to take over.

“Steve!” a voice shouted behind him. Steve finally stopped to turn around and see Max staring back at him in disbelief. “What the hell are you yelling about?”

Steve’s hands trembled as he grabbed Max’s shoulders. “y/n,” he whispered. “I saw her, I swore I saw her here. She was right there, I-”

“Steve,” Max sighed. “She’s not here. She never was.” The teen pointed out at the garden and pool, seeing no one in sight. Truth be told, absolutely no one was there. Not in the party, nor the backyard. Steve’s grief had taken him by storm. Max feared the worst for him.

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The party finally ended in the early hours of the morning. Steve woke up on the sticky floor of his manor to the sound of his doorbell ringing. The night was a blur to him. He could barely recall when the party started, much as when it ended. There were flashes of blaring lights and music in Steve’s intoxicated mind. His friends had tried to stop him from drinking himself stupid. At one point, Eddie had to catch him off the kitchen counter when he thought he could crowd surf. To put it shortly, his friends had gotten extremely upset with him and left not long after. Not that Steve cared, though. The alcohol in his system and neverending dread prevented him from caring.

“I can’t keep doing this anymore, Steve,” Robin had yelled over the loud music. Their friends nodded solemnly behind her. “We can’t keep letting you sulk and drink yourself to death. But we can’t help you when you can’t help yourself.”

“Like I care,” Steve slurred, stumbling over himself. Trashy beer dribbled down his chin, onto his expensive sweater. “I didn’t ask you guys to help me. I didn’t ask you to wash her shirt, or clean her side of the bed. I didn’t ask you to help me forget her.”

“We aren’t telling you to forget her,” Dustin sighed for the millionth time that night. “We just want you to go back to normal.”

Steve plopped down against the wall, his head creating a thud noise against it. “How can I?” he began to cry. “I see her everywhere. It’s like her ghost is still here, dancing through the house.” His friends stared down at him feeling absolutely helpless. The young teens watched pitifully. Steve was their rock throughout it all. He was the strongest person they knew, but now he was broken in a million pieces and there was nothing they could do.

And now, Steve clumsily stood up and kicked around empty beer cans as he approached the door.

“Alright,” he grumbled, thinking it was one of his friends. He knew he had to apologize for the things he said that night, but he was hoping he’d get a chance to get over his hangover first.

The doorbell rang one more time, causing Steve to wince at the pinging noise. “I heard you the first time, for fuck’s sake,” he yelled out. Unlocking the door, the door swung open to reveal not Nancy, or Dustin, or even Robin for that matter.

“Stevie,” you whispered, teary eyed. You were wearing his yellow sweatshirt and hadn’t changed a bit. From your hair to your stature. You were still his girl.

“y/n,” Steve gasped out.

#steve harrington x reader #steve harrington angst #steve harrington fic recs #steve harrington #stranger things #stranger things fic #stranger things fanfiction #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington fic #steve harrington fanfiction #joe keery #joe keery x reader #5sos #ghost of you

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wachtelspinat · 4 months

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Hey ! I’ve been seeing your art going around since your midnight crew stuff and I just recently stubble across your tumblr, thank to your beautiful overwatch art for our beloveds junkers ! I’ve been scrolling through your account and read about your experience of being a former graphic designer who is a doctor now. And damn. I can’t emphasize how much I admire you, especially as someone who is struggling really hard to choose between 2 careers paths ( with one of them being art related ). This is why I was wondering if you would be open to talk about how and why you switched from art to medecine ? Especially because most of the time I feel it happens more the other way around ? ( If it’s too personal just ignore this ask + sorry if you already talked about it before )

hey ! no worries, i don't expect ppl to scroll through my tumblr to find an answer for a question they might have. first of all thanks for your nice words, means a lot <3

i switched from art to medicine because my early 20-something-self was even more anxiety-ridden than my present-self, and being in art school and having to "perform" regularly was a nightmare. i'm talking about a time in which i was so scared of being perceived that i often skipped grocery shopping, just so i could avoid being around people. so like, pitching art related projects to peers and profs was eeh... especially because art is so personal oh my god. i still hate it when someone tries to sneak a peek while i'm drawing, makes me wanna throw my sketchbook and myself off the bridge. anyways so i always felt a 110% inadequate (plus i got a gf during that time who was so good to me and tried to get me out of my funk on multiple occasions (she was and still is an artist and has now a career as a freelancer and i'm rly proud of her) but i couldn't see that because i just compared the two of us all the time and sabotaged any attempt she made for having fun with drawing with her) that i sat down at some point and asked myself if i could do this any longer, and i came to the conclusion that no, it really kills me rn.

what made me go into the health sector? i don't even know anymore, i think it was a mixture of "i loved biology, esp. the human body in school" and "my mum is an icu nurse and talks a lot about hospitals, maybe i should check it out"... it was not a well thought through decision, which is so funny because studying medicine was a hell of a meatgrinder ride (also my anxiety and self hatred? still there, but now i wasn't judged anymore because of my art but instead being called a dumb idiot collectively with all the other students because nobody likes med students) and for some reason i was able to get through that despite it not being my passion at all, but i couldn't stand up for myself in art school. i don't even know if i could work through it nowadays, but the good thing is i don't have to ask myself this question anymore, because being a doctor pays the bills, and ever since i left art school i was able to just draw without consequence. which is nice to a degree, my artistic output is not tied to the means of generating money. on the other hand... idk, in another life with more confidence and less worries, i'd love to be some sort of character designer T_T

so yeah that's basically it. at some times i cherished my career decisions, at other times i regretted them deeply, worst thing is i know it has a lot to do with personality, but the fact that we can't change who we are with a blink of an eye gives me the framework to think that the path i took was ok. as in. things happened for a reason and maybe i'm just not cut out for that kind of work. you have to be aware of the conditions of a job to decide if you are up for it. because being an artist doesn't end with "just draw". i myself had an unrealistic view of the job back then too. and the fact that i could not seperate between personal aspects and "doing a job here" was crucial.

yeah, idk if this is helpful at all. i think the one thing that is super important here is to have a realistic view on the conditions of work you are about to head into, and i know this is mostly very difficult to aquire. because unless you really work in a sector there is often no way to fully grasp the situations you can find yourself in (this applied for me also in the health sector, which made me fall into a depression a year ago, but what do you do after you spent 6 years of studying :') ). doing internships and just trying to get to know a lot of things really helps. and - idk how old you are, but if you're really young: it's ok to switch careers at some point. it's even ok to do so when you are older (trying to end on a positive note here because it feels like i just said a lot of depressing things... like don't get me wrong i like my job, the conditions are just fucked up, and again my personality prevents me from switching again but it's also not that easy in germany, BUT it's a valid thing to do, being versatile is good! just... make sure you don't end up with a job that you absolutely hate because that kills it all)

#LONG #sorry #i'm rambling #being an adult is hard and it never ends being a work in progress

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zoe-oneesama · 1 year

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Congrats on finishing the penultimate final episode of SL’s Season 5!!! And now for the season finale: What do you think of Audrey, her akuma, and Style Queen’s plot once you rewatch the episode?

The episode is...fine? On it's own? Like, I kinda just like it.

Well, as a character intro, it's pretty perfect. You know everything about Audrey in so little time:

Style Queen Magazine Fashion Critic

Harshest Fashion Critic in the World

Fires People at the Drop of the Hat, even the ones who don't work for her

Chloe mimics all her mannerisms and phrases -> Chloe sees Audrey as a role model to emulate -> Audrey is adult Chloe

Audrey sees no value in remaining in Paris despite her whole ass family living there -> Audrey doesn't give a single fuck about her family

Reinforced by her getting her husband and own daughter's names incorrect several times (she calls her CASSEROLE at one point!) though at least she has the good grace to look embarrassed for a second when she does and at least she corrects herself with the correct name.

She sure does get Gabriel's name right though, suggesting she holds him in better (or at least higher) regard than her own family. Maybe this is where Chloe got her Bourgeois Family Rule No. 148: You Need a Guy Best Friend to "Wrap Around Your Finger". This also suggests that her career ties are more important to her than her family ties.

Also it's interesting that she remembers Marinette's name when it comes up again...

In the two minutes they have Audrey talking in the opening, you know everything about her, and all signs point to her being a total asshole. And we all thought it was just Andre spoiling Chloe rotten that made her that way...

So I guess I'll just go chronologically for the set up to the akuma:

Liked: Marinette's imposter syndrome was depicted very well and is in line with her character. This was a pretty good use of Marinette's anxiety for the sake of exposition - her being tightly wound and going over her hat again and again so many times it makes her late, late enough to catch Audrey arriving so she can panic over that, and her getting to hear Audrey's interview with Nadja and panicking over that. All this set up helps the audience realize there's actually a stake here, since theoretically Audrey's opinion could make or break Marinette's dreams of being a designer.

Liked: Chloe trying to insult Marinette but ends up just doing a speed-run intro, pointing her out as a designer to Audrey and even showing off the detailing of her stitched signature. Maybe if Chloe hadn't gone out of her way to point these things out, Audrey wouldn't have taken an interest in Marinette in the first place, lol. Though obviously you'd only know that if you also watch "Queen Wasp".

Liked: This teeny tiny hint that Adrien isn't that into modeling, or at least not into modeling his dad's clothes, since he bemoans that he feels awkward. I liked that Adrien saw right through Marinette's imposter syndrome moment and actually cheered her up, and I like that Marinette complimenting his strut got him out of his funk in return without her even realizing it.

Liked: Oh c'mon we all liked it when Nathalie put Audrey in her place. It would be the dead pan snarky one that reminds Audrey that she doesn't work for her. The fact that Nathalie even smiles at Marinette when she presents the now vacant seat just sealed in that, on top of it being deliberate for Gabriel's plan, Nathalie enjoyed it. And so did I, Nathalie.

God, please don't look directly at me.

I'll stop going chronologically here. The akuma is pretty good, though just like Audrey herself, better at a distance (her faaaaace, what is happening?!) and idk the back of her head is crazy. I think they were going for a Statue of Liberty Crown shape with her hair, but the back is just...cut off and flat.

At least now I know where she kept the rose...?

As far as the fight goes, it's just Ladybug getting her ass beat even AFTER figuring out a way to slow Style Queen down with just her Lucky Charm, so I guess this IS Hawkmoth's "masterpiece". Though that does make her being so easily beaten in "Optygami" kinda weak. I guess all Ladybug really needed was help.

And obviously we were all robbed of Bee!Alya.

And obviously Plagg was MVP.

Chloe was also pretty good in this episode (in the way I think she's good, as a complete brat). She would bluff her way into signing up to be her mom's assistant, and while it was momentarily sweet of her to be worried about Adrien, you can still tell she's her asshole self when she starts down the stairs with her mom and talking about how AWESOME THEIR TEAM-UP WAS.

I know she was just leading up to suggesting she go to New York to be with her mother, but going on about how GREAT it was to "fire incompetents" together kinda puts into question just how much you were bluffing there, Chlo.

And of course Audrey calls the idea of Chloe going to New York with her ridiculous, but follows it up with "first I need to get back to Gabriel's fashion show", so there's a few ways to interpret that.

Is the idea of taking Chloe with her at all ridiculous?

Or Is it ridiculous to take Chloe to New York right now because the Fashion Show is still on? As in, that's not the order of things, or it's ridiculous because Audrey's not even going back to New York right away?

If it were any other character, I'd say she obviously meant the idea of Chloe going with her at all, but it's Audrey. Petty, career focused, only looking two steps ahead Audrey.

Then again, I'm probably just trying to make this more difficult and deeper than it is. It's probably just the former, she rejected Chloe flat out, especially when we know what's coming in "Queen Wasp". Idk who I'm defending here, it's a lost cause.

I guess what I'm getting at is that Audrey is fascinating as a character study in all these little ways that I'm not fully sure the show intended. Like her looking guilty when she screws up Chloe's name, even as an akuma. Or instead of listing the reasons why Chloe going to New York is ridiculous by tearing Chloe down, she instead is pointing out that they have somewhere else to be first. Where she comes across as not so much trying to be intentionally malicious but instead thoughtlessly cruel.

Don't get it twisted, though, she's still an asshole.

#style queen #my opinion #it's not too salty I don't think

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floralseokjin · 1 year

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⤑ 9 months to fall in love 25. (epilogue)

It seems like everyone around you is either already in love, or in the process of falling, and while normally you couldn’t give a damn, finding out the co-worker you’ve had a teensy crush on is dating someone else at the office seems to sucker punch you right in the gut. It’s stupid, and you’re irritated at yourself, but you can’t seem to shake out of the funk you’ve fallen face first in.

Feeling lonely and heartsore, and mad for no reason, during drinks with your best friend you spot a man at the bar. Tequila confident, you make your way over to the stranger, and successfully one thing leads to another. The next morning you leave before he’s woken up, feeling satisfied in one way, but still as discontented as ever. Telling yourself it was an inebriated mistake, you quickly try to forget about it.

Only, three weeks later that night comes back to haunt you – in a very unescapable way…

pairing; kim seokjin x f reader au/genre; unplanned pregnancy, strangers to lovers, slow burn, romance (dare I say romcom in places), smut, angst, (melo)drama, dual pov words; 2,350

warnings/includes (!) a proposal 🥰

⟶ ao3 link

*inspired by the manhwa ‘Positively Yours.’

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“Will you just get out!”

“Yuna!” Your shriek was incredulous.

“You’re going to be late!” she shouted back, undeterred and pushing you towards the front door. (Of your own house, you might add!) “Seokjin is probably sat there thinking he got stood up.”

“Okay, I’m going,” you said, glancing at the time on your phone before slipping it into your purse. You probably were going to be late at this rate. “If she starts fussing in her sleep, gently rock her belly with your palm. Slow, calming motions, that—”

“God, you’ve already shown me,” Yuna interrupted. “I know what to do. Besides,” she rolled her eyes, “if all else fails, Jimin will be here soon and we all know how much she loves the guy.”

(Yes, your best friend was still very much bitter your daughter favoured her soon-to-be husband…)

“Now. Go,” she ordered forcibly, wrenching open the door. “Before she wakes up and you never get out of here.” You stepped out and turned ready to thank her. “Enjoy your night of hot sex or whatever,” she beat you to it. “God knows you need it. You’ve been so uptight lately.”

“Gee, I wonder why.” Probably had something to do with the tiny human you were now in charge of.

Yuna ignored you, grabbing you into a hug. “Love you. Hope you get lots of orgasms.”

Your turn to ignore her, you pulled away, feeling worried again. “Call me if you think something’s wrong.” Your phone was on full volume, ready and waiting.

“I will, don’t worry,” she replied impatiently, glancing over at the Uber waiting for you. “Off you go!”

As soon as you walked through the doors of Begin, you scanned the bar. Seokjin was easy to spot, one of a few sat on a stool, back facing you. It was a Sunday night, so the place was quieter than usual – or quieter than it had been that one time you’d been here exactly a year ago. For the first time since you’d started getting ready this evening – no, since you woke up this morning – worries over leaving Sarang vanished. All you could think about was the man directly in front of you. You rushed over, not wanting to keep him waiting a second longer.

“Is this seat taken?”

Looking up at the sound of your voice, he smiled wide. There were a couple of buttons loose on his black shirt, showing a flushed triangle of skin. If you didn’t know any better, you’d think your man was trying to look sexy. He’d succeeded. “Wrong,” he sang. “You didn’t say that.”

“What did I say then?” you asked, collapsing into the stool. You tugged at the hem of your dress, not liking the way it rode up. It wasn’t the same one as last time – like hell you’d ever fit into that again – but it was close in design. Now, you wished you’d gone for something a little longer. Seokjin seemed to like it though, briefly eyeing your thighs appreciatively before he replied.

“‘Looks like we’re both alone.’”

“Oh, God.” You grimaced, not welcoming the reminder of your subpar flirting.

“At least you made a move,” he pointed out, his knee nudging yours as he moved closer. “If it had been up to me, we wouldn’t have a beautiful daughter at home right now.”

You laughed, but now your thoughts were back on Sarang, feeling a pang in your gut. It had been your idea to celebrate your anniversary like this. The anniversary of how you first met. It was a fun idea, and God knows you and Seokjin needed some quality time together (that was now few and far between since you’d welcomed a baby into the world), but as the date grew closer your nerves had gotten stronger. This was the first night you’d be spending away from her and the thought was terrifying.

“Drink?” Seokjin asked now, holding his half-empty one.

“Surprise me.”

As you knew he would, he ordered you a gin fizz. When he wanted to try some, the face he pulled made you laugh loudly. “Still disgusting,” he declared, before getting rid of the taste with his rum. “You okay?”

You nodded, dropping your phone back in your purse. So much for being discreet. “Yuna all but threw me out the door. Called me uptight. Said I needed lots of orgasms.” You made sure to keep your voice low at the last part, leaning in.

Seokjin’s tumbler paused a few millimetres from his mouth, one corner of it tugging up. He slid his free hand up your thigh, a trail of heat closely following, especially when you felt the tops of his fingers slip under your dress. “Hopefully I can help with that.”

You had no doubts he would. Sex was difficult with a three-month-old sharing your bedroom. You both needed to let off some steam, and if you could just relax your mind, tonight would be successful. However, that was easier said than done.

“I feel weird being apart from her.”

Of course you’d spent some time away from your daughter over the months, but that was only for a few hours at the most, and never after 6pm. Tonight would be a test of your maternal strength. It wasn’t that you didn’t trust Yuna; of course you did! She was brilliant with Sarang. You were just having a hard time imagining not being there when your daughter woke up wanting you. Logically, she would be fine as long as she got her feed, and you’d made sure there was plenty in the refrigerator – probably too much actually. And lately, she was an excellent sleeper too, only waking twice most nights, but being apart from her still felt as if you were missing a limb, if you wanted to be dramatic. And you did!

“So do I,” Seokjin murmured, a frown appearing between his brows. “We can always change our plans.”

Seokjin had never spent a night away from her either so far, and you knew he hated having to go to work each day, afraid he was going to miss a milestone – however small. (You made up for it by sending him a bunch of videos throughout the day.)

“No.” You shook your head, reaching to stroke his arm. “I want to spend our anniversary together.”

He gazed at you meaningfully, giving your thigh a tender squeeze. “Me too.”

You only spent an hour at the bar, not really there to drink, nor for the atmosphere. It wasn’t really your scene, and it definitely wasn’t Seokjin’s. Which made it a miracle you’d both ended up here last year.

“Wanna get out of here now?” he asked once you’d both downed terrible tasting shots.

You cuddled into his side, shooting him a coy look. “Only if you help tuck me in…”

“I’ll do more than that,” he smirked, surprising you when he leaned in and captured your mouth.

“Seokjin,” you hissed, feeling your face heat up, but a quick glance around told you nobody had noticed. It wasn’t like him to partake in a little PDA. The idea was an oddly exciting one.

He chuckled, helping you down from the stool. “Come on, let’s go.”

It didn’t take long for you to reach the familiar hotel, and Seokjin playfully yanked you to the side of the building, his hands sliding over your curves as he crowded you against the wall – just like last time. Kissing wildly, you tugged his shirt in your fists, grinding against whatever you could, feeling the heat of his body even through the layers of clothing. He was hard against your stomach and you were most definitely squeezing your thighs together.

“I love you,” he groaned against your neck, lips wet.

“You’re coming on strong for someone I just met,” you teased, combing your fingers through the ends of his hair.

He leaned his head back, a questioning smile on his face. “So you don’t want my babies?”

“Babies?” you repeated. “As in plural?!”

He laughed, tugging at your hand and before long he was leading you to the entrance of the hotel.

He’d already gone ahead and checked in while you were getting Sarang off to sleep, so you headed straight for the elevator, body thrumming with arousal and anticipation. You were going to be loud tonight; you didn’t care who heard you!

You expected Seokjin to reach for you as soon as the doors slid closed, just like he had once before, but when he didn’t, you took matters into your own hands. When the elevator dinged open, you detached yourselves, rushing down the corridor. You needed to get inside now. However, Seokjin seemed a little distracted as he got out the room card, glancing at you almost anxiously. Was he thinking of Sarang again?

Before you could ask, he grabbed your elbow and pressed you softly against the door. “Hey,” he whispered, then he kissed you firmly, just the once.

The door beeped and he walked you backwards inside, the lights coming on automatically. Seokjin dimmed them quickly. With luck, you’d managed to book the same room. Although, you had booked a month in advance. It might have been a generic room, but the memories it roused were invaluable. Tonight however, there was a difference.

“Oh, my God,” you gasped, staring wide-eyed at the pretty red and pink rose petals scattered on the bed. “Seokjin!” You rounded on him, sounding accusing in your amazement.

His smile was small, bashful. “It’s only a few rose petals.”

“It’s beautiful,” you insisted. You briefly grazed a few petals with your fingers before pulling back. The bed was almost too pretty to spoil. Almost. You were still having sex in it. Lots of sex. For now though, you stepped towards the large floor to ceiling window. It reminded you of Seokjin’s old apartment. “I forgot how great the view was from here,” you commented, stepping out of your heels.

You needed to check your phone, just in case, and then go and pee. The thought made you laugh, remembering how eager you both were the last time you were in this room. Nothing would have gotten in your way. But last time you didn’t have a baby and a subsequent weaker bladder.

“Seokjin?” you called when you realised he hadn’t responded. You could hear some shuffling behind you and spun around. “What are you—” The question died in your throat, jaw dropping. In front of you, on the opposite side of the room, was Seokjin down on one knee. “What’s happening?” you managed, sounding jarred.

“I think you know,” he said simply, a tiny smile on his face.

He hadn’t been bashful before, you now realised. He was nervous.

He took a deep breath and all you could do was stare, your throat dry, heart thudding loudly. “____, this past year has been the best of my life. I can’t believe I went so long without you. Totally oblivious.” He paused to scoff at the him of the past, then composed himself, staring straight into your eyes. “I don’t want to waste another moment. In the words of Jungkook: I need to lock this in.” That managed to get a giggle out of you, high pitched and nervy.

“I love you and I love our life. I love our daughter.” He paused to open the small velvet box in his hands. “Will you marry me?”

Stunned, you remained silent.

“Say something. Please,” he begged softly, a worry appearing on his face. “Is doing it here too weird?” He shuffled on his knee, as if he wanted to stand. “I’ve been planning this for ages,” he explained self-consciously, gaze not meeting yours now. “I knew it was going to be this date. But then you suggested we stay at the hotel and well…I didn’t want to wait.”

You made yourself swallow, shaking your head forcibly, finally able to speak. “It’s perfect.”

Relief flooded over him, and he beckoned with his free hand. “Come here, please.”

You raced over, dropping to your knees in front of him.

“Is it really all right?” he asked, scanning your face anxiously.

“Yes! I had no idea!” you exclaimed.

“I kept it top secret,” he told you proudly. “Only Hoseok, Jungkook and your dad knew. Well, and my parents.”

You chuckled. “That’s quite a lot of people.”

“Well, I didn’t tell one person…”

You knew he meant Yuna instantly. If she’d have had even an inkling of this proposal, you would have found out in no time. Her face would have given it away. She wouldn’t have even needed to open her mouth.

“So what is it?”

“Hm?” you hummed, unfocused.

“What’s your answer?” he prodded, then laughed gruffly. “Put me out my misery.”

“Ask me again.”

Your eyes were on the ring now, finally noticing it. It was stunning, like nothing you’d ever seen before. The band was a fine gold and set with multiple diamonds, delicately shaped to mimic sunrays almost – or maybe petals. In the centre, there was one larger circular diamond, which sparkled as it caught the light. It wasn’t a bolder of an engagement ring, but it stood out. It was beautiful. It was yours.

“Angel,” – the sound of his deep voice made you look up. He held your eyes with his in that intense way he often did – “Will you let me be the luckiest man in the entire world and make me your husband?”

The smile on your face stretched and quivered, and you hooked your arms around his shoulders. “When you ask as nicely as that, yes.”

“Yes?” he repeated, eyes crinkling as he beamed at you.

“Yes,” you nodded, letting him take your left hand to slip the ring on. His fingers shook as he did so. Yours were trembling too. So overcome, you couldn’t even manage to gaze at it. Instead, you launched yourself at him, kissing him hard before hugging him even harder. “I love you!”

The way he squeezed you back tightly told you he knew just how much…

Jordan’s note; Hi everyone! Sorry that the drabbles for season 3 never came (hopefully they will sometime after this.) This epilogue marks the “official” end of 9 months to fall in love – I really can’t believe it! 14 months of planning and writing, the most I’ve spent creating something! I literally put so much time and effort into this story and I’m so happy that many of you stayed until the end. Thank you from the bottom of my heart! 💖

Written 2022 - 2023. Please refrain from posting my work elsewhere. No translations allowed. © floralseokjin 2023

#seokjin fanfic #bts fanfic #jin fanfic #fic:9mtfil #floralseokjin:writings

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wannaeatramyeon · 1 year

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Lookism Shopping headcanons

Thinking about the spectrum of shopping hc - my quad of Johan (hates), Gun (tolerates), Jake (likes), Goo (loves)

Johan

Warning: shop with this guy at your own risk.

Absolutely does not enjoy it in any way shape or form. You wouldn't find him shopping on his own and god knows why he wanted to come with you, guess his clinginess won out.

Sulks the whole time, acting like a kid forced to follow their parent for the day.

At least with children you can placate them with toys or ice cream. Even your presence or attempts at bribery doesn't get him out of this funk. He has no interest and zero money.

Doesn't just steal people's shoes and coats, everything is up for grabs after a fight. What's the point in shopping and using money when it's all just there for free?

Very light-fingered even if it doesn't involve a brawl. Turns out he wasn't completely brooding the whole way round, he did notice your interest in that little something or other. Just don't ask how he acquired it.

Gun

If time is money, then he prefers not to waste both.

Gun knows the importance and power of a well fitting suit and dressing for status but shopping isn't a process he particularly enjoys. Especially not when there's fights to be had and successors to be found.

Executive assistants at HNH and premium personal shoppers take care of shopping and tailoring for him.

It's not a bad job, he has a pretty distinctive style and he's got a great body so he wears most clothing well. But if something isn't to his taste, expect either a pile of discarded clothing on your desk or for it to be just binned. Brand new, with tags - yes even that limited designer shirt.

Grooming and hygiene products are the only things he dedicates more than a passing thought to. High-end clothing is one thing, it's all the same after a while, but this is too personal to leave to others. Once he finds what he likes, very rarely changes it.

Doesn't mind shopping with you, eventhough there are other things he would prefer to be doing. Don't push it though - you're really stretching his patience if you insist on trying on everything.

Jake

Eh, money. It's not that he doesn't have it, he just... doesn't have a lot of it. And any that he does have spare, he prefers to keep in a rainy day fund for Big Deal. (Too bad it has been pouring for nearly the past year.)

If he's with you though, then it becomes infinitely more enjoyable. Another chance to spend time with you rather than the activity itself.

Doesn't allow himself to indulge in gratuitious purchases. If he needs something, he would find it on clearance. Otherwise, he can just do without.

Guilty that he can't treat or spoil you the way you deserve. He still tries to get you small things here and there but Big Deal finances takes priority.

Makes mental list of things that he would like to buy one day. Oh that shirt would suit Brad. Jerry would like that backpack. Jason could do with a new pair of shoes.

Only luxury is giving himself a small allowance to keep himself groomed. Cologne, hair products, skincare. Big Deal No.1 does have appearances to keep up, y'know.

Goo

What's the point of making all this money if you can't spend it? You can't take it with you, right?

Loves to look good and feel good. And what better way is there to remind Goo of his success than with some retail therapy. Having store assistants wait on him hand and foot gives him a kick too.

Treats clothing as an extension of his status, and also his personality. So what if that shirt is loud and garish? He's loud and garish too, and it also enhances his already buff shoulders? He'll take it!

Cologne for every occasion and mood, and then some. Need to flex on his inferiors? Sniff sniff. Yep this one. Going to be stuck in the car all day with Gun? Oh this one will definitely give him a headache!

Shopping trips with Goo are almost always fun and he's generous to boot. Asks for your opinion but if he likes something, then it doesn't really matter what you think.

#lookism #lookism headcanons #lookism hc #lookism x reader #johan seong #johan seong x reader #jake kim #jake kim x reader #gun park #gun park x reader #goo kim #goo kim x reader #wannaeatramyeon

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gnpwdrnwhiskey · 7 months

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Conversations with a Movie Star

Chapter 3 - And HBO

Pairing- Dieter Bravo x ofc!Ava

Word Count- 2.1K-ish

Warnings- I'm really not aware of any for this chapter? A little bit of foul language, one food mention, let me know if I missed anything

Author's Note- Technically still on hiatus but surprise!!, I finished something lol! I struggled a lot looking for connective tissue writing this and decided screw it, I'm just gonna put a bunch of scenes together and hope they still flow.....if this chapter had a theme song, it would be Myrtle Beach by Sunny Ledfurd and it would deserve it's own warnings, so I leave it to you to decide if you want to look it up, lol! Big thanks as always to @wildemaven for listening to me whine and supporting me as I figure out what I'm doing 💕

Ava falls into a routine over the next few days, one that as best as Dieter can tell is designed solely to drive him nuts. She's up early and over to the lobby, banging on the inner office door and yelling at him that the coffee's ready. When he manages to get off the couch- he really needs to stop crashing down here- and stumbles out to the lobby, she nags him about the whole lack of breakfast options situation.

And then she disappears for a few hours every day and Dieter goes back to sleep. Like a normal human being. It's like the goddamn Energizer bunny has infiltrated his space. She's just always doing something. It's exhausting.

He has brief moments where he misses the way Anika just worked around him and let him be and even if that was less tiring, he realizes it probably wasn't very healthy either. Ava is slowly breaking him out of the funk he's wasted the last two years of his life in and he'd be lying to himself if he didn't admit that part of him, a larger part than he maybe realized, enjoys having a purpose again. Even a small one.

She's already bullied him into cleaning up the back office, moving furniture and desks and filing cabinets for fucks sake, like he's used to this kind of manual labor all because she thinks it should be a functional space and not just his own personal little man cave.

"You can keep your big squishy sofa and your precious tv and your absolutely ridiculous hippo coffee table. But we're gonna keep them over there," gesturing to one half of the room. "And then over here, people can work."

And then she'd proceeded to go through all seven million filing cabinets she'd made him move- full of old tax records, and licenses and invoices and God only knows what else and then she hit paydirt, if you're into that kinda thing, which apparently she is. Scrapbooks and photographs and the original blueprints for the hotel.

"They always wanted a pool," Dieter muses, looking at the blueprints. "It was never in the budget. And they wouldn't take my money."

"You could do it now. In the off season if you wanted. Nothing stopping you," Ava shrugs.

She's right. He could. He tucks that thought away for later.

"Hey, Miss Rose?" Dieter asks from the doorway of Ava's room. "That woman staying here, the reporter, she bothering you?"

"No, baby, she just asked me some questions and took my picture. Said she's writing a book."

"A book?"

"Not about you, baby. She called it slice of life. Whatever that means," Rose laughs.

"Oh," Dieter relaxes a little bit but makes a mental note to ask Ava about that later. "What do you think of her?"

"You know the rules, baby. You wanna talk, you have to help me work."

Dieter does know the rules. Rose has been working at the motel since before his mom dumped him here and it's always been the same, if he wanted to hang around and pester her or any of the other housekeeping staff, he had to make himself useful.

Dieter sighs but he dutifully steps into the room and grabs the other side of the sheet she's just tossed on the bed.

"So, Ava?"

"You like her, baby?" Rose grins. She's always been able to read him like an open book and this time is no exception.

"Maybe," he admits sheepishly as they finish making the bed. "Which is just dumb right? It's not like she's staying, she's only here a couple weeks."

"Oh, I think you could sway her if you wanted to. That girl's looking for roots. She'd be a good fit for you, baby. Keep you on your toes."

"You think so?" He asks absently as he picks up various perfume bottles and lotions on her dresser, giving them all a sniff before sitting them back down and moving on to the next thing. He opens a drawer full of silky lacy underthings and his brain short circuits. Is this the kind of thing she's wearing under those tiny shorts he spends way too much time imagining peeling her out of? Good Lord.

"I did," Rose says, reaching over him to slam the drawer closed, barely giving him time to get his fingers out of the way. "But if you don't stop going through her underwear, I'm going to tell her you're a creep and she should stay away from you. What is wrong with you, Dieter Anthony! I swear you were raised better than to snoop through a guests things."

Dieter holds his hands up in surrender and starts backing out of the room, he knows when he's been beaten.

"Hey, DB, come play tourist with me."

"What?"

"You never leave the hotel, come play tourist with me. It'll be fun. We'll go to Peaches, get some hot dogs first."

"I was getting ready to watch Harvey," he whines.

"We can watch Harvey tonight. For the seven thousandth time. Please, Dieter?"

"We can't just leave the place unattended."

"It won't be unattended, Austin's here."

"Who the fuck is Austin?"

"Your new afternoon front desk help. You're welcome."

Dieter scrambles off the sofa and peeks out at the reservation desk and the scrawny sun-bleached blonde currently chilling with his feet up on the counter before turning back to Ava.

"You can't just go around hiring people and he looks like a bum!" He stage whispers.

"You're one to talk," Ava snorts. "He's not a bum. He's a lifeguard. And someone has to hire people around here."

"What do you even know about this person?"

"A lot. We hang out. He's saving up so he can go work at a ski resort this winter. Teach kids how to snowboard. He's cool. And smarter than he looks." Ava grabs Dieter's hand and drags him out of the office. "Now let's go."

Dieter reluctantly shuffles along behind her, glaring at Austin the whole time and the kid offers him a big bright white smile.

"Hey, Ava, check it!" Austin yells as they pass, pointing at the computer screen. "Spider solitaire! I can play, right?"

"Myrtle Beach, Myrtle Beach, Myrtle Beach. Goddamn, I love Myrtle Beach!" Ava sings as they walk along the boardwalk and Dieter laughs.

"No, do not get that stuck in my head, Ava. I'm begging you."

"Ha! But you know it, don't you? C'mon. It's so appropriate. You might've passed on the airbrushed tee-shirt but I saw you grab the saltwater taffy and it's bike week and we're missing the Pavilion."

"Everyone will always miss the Pavilion," Dieter agrees, looking towards the empty space that his mind's eye still fills in with the large sand-colored building that had stood there for most of his life. The shade and cool relief it offered from the scorching sun, the sounds of the arcade and the million games of skeeball played, tickets won and traded in for silly trinkets.

"Can I tell you a secret?" Dieter asks and Ava nods, leaning against the boardwalk railing and giving him her full attention. "I flew in to watch the demolition and cried like a baby the whole flight back to LA. No one knows that, I didn't tell anyone I was here. Not even my grandparents. I just....I didn't have a lot of friends growing up here, I was always the weird kid. But the couple I did have, we spent so much time at the arcade or the amusement park. The rickety ass roller coasters and the ancient carousel. Even just sitting at the fucking organ shooting the shit. I know they moved some of it, but it's not the same. It'll never be the same."

Ava studies him, lost in his thoughts, staring at an empty lot and seeing only the past. She likes this side of him. She likes how real he's been with her about things, not just today, but his willingness in general to humor her and answer all her questions about himself and his family and the motel and she impulsively leans in and kisses his cheek bringing his attention back to her.

"What was that for?" He grins.

"Just a thank you. For sharing that with me. So one secret deserves another, right?" She laces her fingers through his and pulls him a little ways down the boardwalk, stopping in front of the Gay Dolphin. "Behold- my most favorite place at the beach."

"Ava, no," he laughs. "Why here?"

"It's an institution, right? A testament to all that is cheap and tacky. The ultimate tourist trap," she smiles at him as they walk inside and Dieter swears his knees actually go weak. "It's cluttered and messy and an absolutely delightful maze of levels to get lost in and you never know what's around the next corner. Will it be novelty ashtrays shaped like sandcastles or porcelain clown figurines for some insane reason? You just never know! It's an adventure!"

Dieter's toying with the shark tooth necklace Ava insisted he just had to have- one of many "treasures" they left the Gay Dolphin loaded down with- running his fingers along the soft leather cord, feeling the rough edges and point of the tooth and then back up the cord while the credits for Harvey play out on the television screen and he knows any second now Ava will lift her head off his shoulder, stretch, and tell him she should go and he realizes he doesn't want her to.

He never really does, but it's different today, it's more than not wanting to be alone, left to his own devices. It's her. He wants her company. He wants her bright eyes and warm laughter, the way she teases him and banters without giving a shit about who he is, or who the rest of the world thinks he is. This whole ridiculous day of playing tourist with her has been the best day he's had in a long time and he's not ready for it to end.

"Hey, Ava, do you wanna have sex with me?" He blurts it out of a long ingrained habit but it's not really what he means and he struggles to explain. "I mean....just like you don't have to go....do you want to stay?"

Ava picks her head up to study him and then she grins, turning to slide a leg over him and settling herself squarely in his lap. Dieter trails his hands up her thighs, the way he's imagined countless times, tucking his fingertips right under the ragged hem of her shorts while she wraps her arms around his neck, fingers tangling in his hair and holy shit, he didn't ever imagine that would actually work on her.

"I really had a lot of fun today, but not tonight, movie star," Ava laughs. And then she kisses him. Soft. Sweet. Testing the waters. And God yes, is he receptive. And then she's pulling away way entirely too soon to suit him and he kinda hates the groan of disappointment that escapes him as she gathers her things and leaves the office.

Seems like she's always walking away and he's just sitting here like a dumb ass watching her.

"That's not a hard no?" He yells after her and the sound of her laughter floats back to him. He'll take it.

#dieter bravo #dieter bravo x ofc #dieter bravo fanfiction #dieter bravo fanfic #dieter x ofc!Ava #dieter & ava #cwams #pedro pascal character fanfiction

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timetravellingkitty · 5 days

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zanke for the tag @novaae

Last song: My Kink is Karma by Chappell Roan

Last Book: Last Night at the Telegraph Club by Malinda Lo (currently reading The Remains of the Day by Kazuo Ishiguro)

Last Movie: I rewatched Alvin and the Chipmunks: The Road Chip and guess what my grandfather actually likes Alvin's cover of Uptown Funk it Up but if we're excluding rewatches it's Amar Singh Chamkila

Last TV Show: Abbott Elementary s3

Sweet/Spicy/Savory: depends on my mood but rn savory

Last thing I googled: mehndi designs

Current obsession(s): klance. shut your fuck up

Looking Forward : to starting my vld rewatch I'm gonna be so annoying I swear to god

@wanderingbreadknight @tiredguyswag @artcinemas @brokenbackmountain @imlivingformyselfdontmindme + whoever wants to. too lazy 2 tag more

#tag games

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merakiui · 6 months

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I honest to God need to share this with you cause as a Trey fan...this has me in a chokehold so damn bad >///> (Also why the fuck did I come across this beauty in the morning Dx I'm trying not to squeal like a feral motherfucker!!!)

https://youtu.be/qogqNzo8Hlw?si=L-JQAZrktu-LW3Gp

Trey + Octavinelle uniform 🛐🛐🛐

I hope you love it just as much as I do. I'd help formulate writing ideas for this, but my sleep schedule's been shit the past few days x.x Also, I'm so glad I came across your blog months ago ♡ I first read your Princess AU fic for Azul and holy fucking crap, as if I didn't love this character enough, you sealed it ♡ Android Jade really got me going!! You written him so fucking well, plus it sealed my fate on him being my top tier favorites as well ^^ (I'm lowkey curious on where things would go if you ever write about Android Rollo. May GloMas inspire!!)

I feel bad on saying this >.>, but Floyd was a so-so choice for me at first when going through the game, but because of your fics (and random luck given from receiving both his dorm SSR and Beans Day SSR during the event), damn guy squeezed my heart good ^^ ♡ 100% would have this guy be my designated cuddle buddy.

Thank you for your writing and daily rambles about ideas you've had ^^ they're something I look forward to reading and they get me out from a depression funk ♡ (I hope that's not weird to say ^^;)

I can't wait to read what you have next ♡

(link)

TREY IN THE OCTAVINELLE UNIFORM????? OH MY...... OTL I think he and Jade should switch dorms for the day. <3 seeing them in the different dorm's uniform!!!!! >w< so cool... Jade should just switch dorms whenever he's fed up with Azul and make it his goal to travel to each one as if he's on world tour lol. He's already spent time in Pomefiore. He should make Heartslabyul his next stop hehe!! But omg Trey!!!!!!!!! OTL OTL OTL he would have so much fun using the lounge kitchen to bake all kinds of yummy, sea-themed treats. I volunteer to be his taste-tester. >:D

Also, thank you so much for reading and enjoying those fics!!!!!! I'm always happy to spread Octavinelle love. (˘ ˘ ˘) they are a very wonderful dorm who keep me in a consistent chokehold.

And android!Rollo omg!!!!! GloMas gives me many inspirations and all of them are about Rollo. I love him a lot. T_T <3 android!Rollo is an android who hates all other androids (despite being one himself ;;;) and he's determined to protect you from the influences of other androids. I'd imagine him as a housekeeping android of sorts who handles domestic affairs within the house (cooking, cleaning, etc). It takes a very long time for him to actually embrace his own emotions and humanity, but when he finally does he is a force to be reckoned with.

Floyd is a fun case for me because I also wasn't a very big fan of him initially. Actually, both of the tweels did not catch my attention. ^^;;; I'm not sure when I started liking him or what caused me to like him, but I'm happy to be a Floyd fan. He's so cute and sweet and I would definitely make him my cuddle buddy, too (also he's so so so fun to write for omg!!!!). And Jade... >:( Jade Leech. >:( I am his hater (affectionate means of saying I love him a lot). The grip both eels have on me is so embarrassing because without realizing it I unconsciously started doing that thing Jade does where he covers his mouth with his fist when he laughs... he's infected me with his mannerisms... orz I need to be lobotomized to get the eels out of my brain!!!!!!!! >:(

Thank you for reading my writing and daily rambles!!!! I'm very happy they can be enjoyable and can help you out of depression funks (it's not weird to say at all)!!! I will continue to write yummy meals for you to read and love!!!! (•̀ᴗ•́ )و

#twisted chit chat #pandaforcexd #jade leech is me and i am him <3 #it's like that phenomenon where you watch a movie and then use that as your entire personality for the next week #only this is completely unintentional and i only just realized it LOL

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vimbry · 11 days

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earworm quiz

tagged by @wromwood, ty!!

3 songs that have been stuck in your head:

they might be giants - lazy god help me this hasn't left since the beginning of april. it's like pouring sugar into my ears. the toy piano is euphoric.

R.E.M. - the sidewinder sleeps tonite one of the catchiest unintelligible choruses out there (it's "call me when you try to wake her up"). one of my favourites of theirs is probably "stand", but this recently usurped it for earworm status. and I just love the keyboard in it.

deee-lite - groove is in the heart I love songs that, in a totally nonmusical description, go places and cram a bunch of different memorable hooks together. and funk is like, practically designed to stick with you.

the quiz didn't even ask for commentary I just like talking about music lmao.

hope you guys don't mind if I, tag some of you soon after the last music game haha. again, no worries !

@meadowlarker, @passionpeachy, @become-a-robot, @diamantefangs, @uighean, @clefairytea, @subsequentibis, @carrionfourth

#goes w/o saying I adore everyone's vocals here too

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newportangels · 1 year

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The new Game blog is great! but god I still don't like the new UI It just feels so dull and corporate. So I guess it's a personal issue but like, I love it when design has a bit of funk and flare you know? I think what made the old UI so great, it felt like a design! not just for convenience sake. I get why they are doing the changes they are doing but I'll still complain idk, resident complainer over here.

#ssoblr #game blog

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stewardofningishzida · 4 months

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Stephen Strange Meta-Fic Sequel — Chapter 17: Catch-Up, Make-Out

There we go! Sorry for the delay! Gonna keep these chapters coming! Also, love is in the air here for our beloved sorcerer. Stay tuned!

TRIGGER WARNING: injury mention, death mention

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Chapter 17: Catch-up, Make-Out

*Stephen opens a portal back to Kamar-Taj and lets Prettywitch go change. He lets Wong know that Prettywitch has passed her Trial. With that news, Wong goes to find Trix.*

*Trix is patiently waiting in the cafeteria for the others when she spots Wong.*

Trix: Well? How did it go?

Wong: Your friends have both passed. Prettywitch has gone to her quarters to try on her new robes and Steward is in sickbay. There was an incident. *He catches her up to speed.*

Trix (worried): A soul eater?!

*Wong nods grimly.*

Wong: Strange did not intend to put her in such danger, but the Catacombs are vast. It is easy for hostile entities to find their way there and conceal themselves.

Trix (hesitantly): But…Steward killed it, right?

Wong: Yes.

*Trix frowns to herself.*

Trix: Tear and Steward were a mess for a while after the mine. We’ll have to keep an eye on her after this for a bit but thank god she’s safe. Plus PrettyWitch got to meet Bats! And you willingly hugged me so today has turned out well all things considered. *She shakes herself out of her funk.* Let’s go find the others then.

Prettywitch: *She comes running out in her new robes.* Hey guys! *She stops to show off her new wardrobe.* Well? What do you think?

*Her robes are an elegant shade of indigo with an intricate yellow trim. The overall design of the robes has a distinctly Japanese influence. It beautifully encapsulates the principle of wabi-sabi; the acceptance of transience and imperfection while appreciating the beauty of nature and life. While it appears simple, the details within the fabric give way to a subtle grace that reflects the harmonic chaos of the universe.*

Trix (grinning): Absolutely gorgeous! What do you think of mine? *She does a little twirl.*

*Meanwhile, in the sickbay, I’m awake again and try to sit up. It’s rather painful to breathe too deeply or attempt to sit up. To top it off, I’m still slightly woozy. So, after a bit of concentration and struggling, I cautiously use telekinesis to prop myself up and move some pillows behind my back. It hurts, but after I let go, I’m at least in a semi-reclined position. It took a lot of effort and I pause to cough up some ectoplasm. It’s a side-effect from having had 55 spirits inhabit my body at once. When I hear someone approach, I quickly compose myself and wipe my mouth, wanting to at least be semi-presentable. Stephen comes in to check on me, looking horribly guilty.*

Stephen (grim and sincere): Hey, Steward…I’m sorry for what happened during your Trial. I should have looked more into it and I screwed the whole thing up-

Me: Stephen, stuff happens. Since when did anything run smoothly or as intended?

Stephen (frustrated): This SHOULD have gone smoothly.

Me: What’s done is done. It’s in the past already.

Stephen: You got hurt because of my mistake.

Me: The Catacombs are literally an enormous underground maze, Stephen. It would be hard for anyone to see everything down there. The important thing is that I’m alive, right?

Stephen: I would have preferred alive and uninjured.

Me: Hon, I’m not even mad. I chose to go confront that thing on my own because I didn’t want it to keep eating innocent people. That fight was my choice. I had help, yes, but I acted of my own free will. I could have ran. You know that.

*He stares at me for a moment and sighs.*

Stephen (resigned): Gods, the Ancient One really did call both of us out, didn’t she?

Me (giving him a small smirk, to indicate to him that I’m sincere and truly not angry at him): Yep.

*He’s quiet for a while.*

Me: I’ll be okay. You popped in right during the fight and got me out of there safely afterwards. This kind of thing is what you and Wong were training us for, right?

Stephen: Well, yes, but I didn’t want it to escalate so quickly out of control.

Me: *Teasing him slightly, imitating the Ancient One* You cannot beat a river into submission. Surrender, Stephen.

*He huffs, trying to be annoyed, but he can’t.*

Me: We’re good, Stephen. Okay? The danger has passed for now, I’m here, and I’m not even mad.

Stephen: Fine, but I’m keeping an eye on all of you.

*I stick my tongue out to tease him again, also doubling as a way to good-naturedly comfort him.*

*He finally cracks a small smile.*

Stephen: I’m proud of you.

Me (smartass, but more just to make him laugh): I know.

*He musses my hair affectionately.*

*Trix walks into the infirmary with Wong and PrettyWitch behind her*

Trix: You better not be dead. I know your thing is ghosts but that would be a bit much. *She grins at Stephen and Steward.*

Prettywitch: We’re glad to see you’re okay, hun.

Me: Heh. Nah, that’s for next week. *I joke a bit with Trix, indicating to her and Prettywitch that I’ll be fine. I look at both of them.* Nice new robes. Seriously, they’re freaking magnificent!

Prettywitch: I know, right!? I can’t wait to see you in your new ones when you get better.

Trix: Yeah, did you get to see yours yet?

Me: Not yet. I kinda passed out after a while. Can’t move too much yet either. The box is on the nightstand next to my bed.

Stephen: Your stamina should be recovered enough from that rest to have another healing session done. After that, you should be in decent enough shape to get up and move around again. I’d still avoid anything strenuous for a week, but otherwise, it looks like you’ll be okay with a few more sessions throughout this recovery period. Prettywitch, could you go get her robes from her room while I make sure the healing session goes well?

Prettywitch: You got it! (She runs off.)

Trix: I don’t want to be in the way while you finish up. I’ll be out waiting with Wong in the courtyard!

Me: See you guys in a few moments.

Prettywitch: (She comes back and holds the robes out to Steward.) Here you go, love.

Me: Thank you! I’ll meet you in the courtyard after I change. *I give her a small smile as I accept the ornate box of robes.*

*Trix heads out to the courtyard and finds Wong waiting by himself.*

Wong: At least Steward seems to be taking this in stride. That is a good sign. I lectured Strange about his oversight during her Trial earlier.

Trix: True. A lot better than last time…probably because it was killed this time around. And that is absolutely not surprising. Honestly, you were very subtle about keeping an eye on me. If I hadn’t found out at the end the way you revealed yourself, I wouldn’t have guessed. If Stephen didn’t remember someone watching him I could see the oversight happening. *She’s trying to rationalize it because she knows it absolutely wasn’t Stephen’s intention for this to happen.*

Wong: His Master’s Trial was…different. When the Ancient One died, it was in the midst of Kaecillius’ uprising. When his Zealots killed Master Drumm in the New York Sanctum and Stephen acted to defend it AND our dimension from the Dread Dormammu, he had earned his title. It was a trial by fire, so to speak.

Trix (shocked): Oh. Yeah. I hadn’t realized that that ended up being his trial… *She looks down before looking over at Wong.* I don’t think it would be a good idea to show Stephen because it might bring up trauma, but I think someday you should take a look at our movies about this universe. It may…help with clarification of things for the Kamar-Taj records at least in the general sense since it’s not a one for one but seems to follow similar lines. *She has a small smile and fidgets with her hands.* At least, I’m trying to figure out how to go about this from a future librarian sort of view.

*Wong listens to her and nods.*

Wong: I will take a look when I have time.

Trix: I had some questions for you as well, if you don’t mind me asking.

Wong: Very well. Ask.

Trix: Just- how do you do it? Manage to keep calm all the time and sort of be this…pillar that keeps everything upright? I know it’s likely going to be me who ends up needing to be the one holding down the fort while the others go out on missions, but I honestly don’t know if I can manage that without breaking down myself. I almost lost myself from caretaking for years and while I’m excited, I’m also terrified about setting this up in our own world.

*Wong thinks about this for a bit before answering.*

Wong: Well, one of the more important things to remember is that everyone has their limits. So, keeping this in mind, I don’t necessarily do everything myself. I delegate. Remember how I had you sorting the shelves, doing basic repairs, and cleaning during training?

*She nods.*

Wong: I know that I need help. So, I use the community that I am a part of and have a team of my own to help me keep things in order. I do most of the more complex tasks myself, but when I need to, I ask one of the other Masters for assistance. We sorcerers, although individuals, still work as a cohesive unit. We have each others’ backs. I also take care to help others when they need it. With all of us working together with our own niches and subsections, we are able to work fairly efficiently. Then, I make sure to take some time for myself. At least an hour every day where I relax my mind and take care of my own needs. It does not always happen, especially during the more intense periods we sometimes deal with, but whenever I do have a chance, I take it. It is good to clear your mind from time to time.

*Trix chuckles softly herself.*

Trix: I guess I’m just so used to ending up by myself again that it didn’t occur to me to ask for help from the others. It’s why I’m a bit clingy, I end up by myself eventually through one way or another and it’s kinda messed with me. I do have a feeling that this is going to stick though, even if I am cautious to get my hopes up. It’s just something I have to meditate more on I guess. *She shrugs with a wry smile.* Thanks for always listening to me. I haven’t felt as…free to speak my thoughts and not be my people personality self as much. I can relax. I’m nearly there with PrettyWitch and Steward but that anxiety just… *She trails off.*

Wong (gently): It will come with time. *He reassures her.* As for being left alone again, it is highly unlikely now. With the challenges your world faces, sticking together is a matter of survival. You will need each other. That much, I am certain of.

Trix (smiling): True. And you’re stuck with me now. You hugged me back after the trials, that’s no take-backsies.

*Wong curls his lip, amused.*

*After a moment, I finally walk out of sickbay. I’m a bit stiff and slower since the injuries are still healing, but I’m able to move around now. Prettywitch had given me my robes so I could change. So, now I’m wearing them properly. They’re predominantly indigo with tan and magenta trim. The patterning across the front clasps of my robes makes up the symbol of the Third Eye chakra. Other more subtle patterns present within the trim on my robes consist of the Endless Knot and the Ankh. These small details are found in the embroidery making up the hems of the robes.*

Me (smiling): So, how do I look?

Trix (grinning): Like a proper Master of the Mystic Arts, so gorgeous!

Prettywitch: I know! (She’s trying not to squee.)

Me (smirking): You’re not so bad yourselves. *I’m teasing a bit.* Seriously, though. You both look majestic as hell. *I’m sincere about the last part.*

Trix: We’re going to rock the hell out of our world once we start setting up our Order, that’s for sure. *She smiles softly.* The group of us.

Me: Yes. Yes, we are. *I offer Trix a high-five, but then flinch and put my hand back down awkwardly.* Right! Dumb! *I chuckle morbidly to mask the pain since I just did a stupid move.*

*Trix shoulder bumps her gently instead before doing the same to PrettyWitch.*

*Prettywitch laughs awkwardly and holds her hand out for Trix to high-five her. Trix returns the high-five.*

*Stephen comes out of sickbay, having sorted things out.*

Stephen (warmly): Nicely done, girls. You three look magnificent.

PrettyWitch: Thanks!

Trix: Thank you!

Me: Thanks!

Stephen: How about a celebration dinner? You three can choose a place.

*Wong nods approvingly.*

*As they work on a decision, Clea portals into the courtyard. She’s carrying several shopping bags and a few books Stephen recognizes from his Sanctum Library.*

Clea: Hello everyone. (She notices the girl’s outfits.) What’s the occasion?

Stephen: The girls just earned their Master ranks. *He can’t help but be proud as he says this. It’s obvious in his face and voice.*

Clea: *She smiles brightly.* Oh, that’s wonderful! Congratulations, girls!

Trix: Thank you Clea!

Me: Awww, thank you, Clea!

Prettywitch: *She blushes awkwardly.* Awe! Thanks, Clea.

Clea: Don’t mention it.

*A pillar of green smoke appears as Loki arrives in his usual fashion. His eyebrow raises at our change in attire.*

Loki: I suppose I should be congratulating you all. Congratulations on your masteries, ladies.

Trix: Thanks Loki!

Me: Thank you, Loki. *I give him a small smile.*

Prettywitch: Yeah, thanks.

Wong: I take it you sensed a shift in Trix’s aura?

Loki (smirking): Absolutely. *He eyes her robes before grinning widely* I also must commend the choice of robes. One befitting a ward of a god. *He sniffs haughtily before breaking into a laugh. He’s clearly delighted.*

Trix (slightly embarassed): You’re just happy you’re being represented.

*Loki shrugs before turning to Steward and PrettyWitch.*

Loki: Both of you wear your talents well. You will have to regale me with the tale of your trials since I will be joining your celebrations.

*I smile at Loki before letting out a small squawk, remembering something.*

Me: Ack! I promised to free the ghosts with me. Just a sec, guys…Lemme take care of this before we go.

*I center myself before opening a portal with blue sparks. This is the first time Trix and Prettywitch have ever seen this portal to the afterlife in-person. Interestingly, whatever’s on the other side of the portal isn’t properly visible. It just looks like an opening with a rippling veil across it.*

Me (to seemingly nobody): Okay. Those who wish to move on, please step forward. Anyone who isn’t ready yet, stay put. *I wait for a minute before slipping briefly into a meditative state. After the outbound spirits and I mutually sever our bond, I gesture to them to indicate that they’re free to go.* Thank you for all of your help earlier. Goodbye and may you all enjoy a restful existence in the afterlife.

*Those who leave, depart. The only indication to the living that something has gone is a subtle change in temperature and the veil within the portal shifting wildly, as though in a high wind. After a moment, the veil settles back down and I close the portal. I inhale and then shudder involuntarily. It feels as though my energy has become slightly stronger. Also, there are now a few small balls of fiery blue light drifting lazily around me.*

Me (calmly): Okay. It’s done. A few chose to stay, including The Ancient One. So, where would we like to go?

Trix: I’m fine going anywhere really.

Prettywitch: Ooooh!!!! Why don’t we go to The Olive Garden!? Or Famous Daves!? *She’s practically salivating.*

Trix: I vote Olive Garden!

Me: All right. *I’m hungry from the healing sessions and exertion due to sending the outbound spirits away. So, I’m fine with anything.*

Stephen: Okay. I’ll get us there. *We portal to the front of the restaurant. Wong goes to get us a table.*

Clea: *She notices the decor inside.* Hmmm…This place seems slightly upscale. *She snaps her fingers and her clothes change to reflect the casual dress environment of everyone there. She’s wearing a low cut, purple top with a nice pair of jeans. She smiles.* Much better.

*Stephen is subtly looking Clea up and down after her outfit change. It seems she has his interest. Wong smirks at him, making Stephen blush slightly.*

Loki (slightly confused): I thought we were going to a garden of olives.

Me: It’s Italian. *I shrug nonchalantly*

Trix: Just keep eating breadsticks and you’re golden.

*We’re seated and as we have dinner, we catch Loki and Clea up with what went on during our Trials.*

Loki: Tell me, what was the hardest part of each of your trials?

Clea: Oh yes! I’m dying to know, myself!

Trix: Probably staying focused during mine. The book I was cleansing kept trying to corrupt my thoughts but apparently everyone here has helped me finally get past enough of my self-doubts to get through it. *She smiles softly.*

*I gently pat Trix’s back, clearly proud of her.*

Prettywitch: Mine was pretty straight forward. I had to outwit a certain Ghost Dog.

Trix: Are you telling me…you got to meet Bats?! *She’s both excited and jealous.*

Prettywitch: Oh yeah! And let me tell you, he’s a bit of a smartass. Anyway, after that my biggest challenge was having you expand my range of magic. I’d been performing magic using a lot of what I’d seen in anime and manga I like, as well as comics, and…well, I had to start thinking outside the box. So I took inspiration from some of my own unpublished works. *She smiles.* And it felt really good doing that, actually.

Wong: Good. It’s about time that you learned to act as yourself. *He’s happy about this, although it’s as subtle as he always is.*

Prettywitch: Thanks, Wong.

Trix: I’m super excited to see what spells you came up with!

Me: *Grinning, amused.* Really? Nice! Trix and I will have to find and talk to Bats later, then! Also, whoo! Good job, Prettywitch! I can’t wait to see some of your new spells! *I’m both excited to meet Bats and proud of Prettywitch. Then, go back to Loki’s question.* Anyway, my Trial started out fairly straightforward, but there was a bit of an accident. It wasn’t Stephen’s fault at all, but a soul eater showed up and I had to borrow the energy from over 50 spirits who had decided to follow me so I could boost my abilities enough to dispatch it. Was still a close call…I’ve faced one before and it really messed Tear and me up, but I suppose the reason this one wasn’t as bad was that not only did I have help from the spirits and Stephen’s original mentor, but I had grown stronger with training and had more of idea of what I was doing. We’ve seen and been through so much together that it just kinda became yet another thing to deal with instead of a huge unbeatable threat. Still terrifying, but I knew I had a way out if I couldn’t handle it. We didn’t have the luxury of expending more magical energy for portals in our world the first time. So, with all of these factors, it just sorta…clicked.

*Stephen squeezes my shoulder gently. He’s still just relieved that I’m okay.*

Loki (impressed): A soul eater is not one to trifle with. Very well done. *He looks at all of us proudly.* You’ve clearly all earned your masteries well…and now we can easily bail you out of Kamar-Taj without lessons being an excuse. *He grins.*

*Stephen raises an eyebrow. He still wants to keep an eye on us just in case for obvious reasons.*

Clea: I must say, all of your trials are fascinating. You overcame difficult odds and came out of it stronger; I’m sure you’ll all make wonderful masters back home.

Prettywitch: Oh, you’re just saying that!

Clea: No, not at all. Stephen and Wong should be proud they’ve trained such fine girls as yourself.

Prettywitch: Awe! *She gives her a small hug.* Thank you.

*Clea accepts the hug, albeit awkwardly.*

*I’m slightly red, but happy.*

*The rest of the meal goes well and we all enjoy some quality time together. When it’s over, we head back to Kamar-Taj. Stephen bids us a fond goodnight and after we go to our quarters he walks off, subtly gesturing for Clea to follow him. He leads her to a nice, secluded area of the temple. The architecture here is beautiful and the lighting is warm and inviting.*

Clea: You wanted to see me?

Stephen (awkwardly): Over the past few months since you’ve arrived and gotten acclimated here, I’ve come to know you. Your company is appreciated and since we have befriended one another, I was just wondering if…Well…ehhhhh…Perhaps you may consider a…date? I’m not sure how fond you are of me now that you’ve been in close proximity for an extended amount of time, but-

Clea: *She cuts him off by cupping his face in her hands and kissing him passionately. When she breaks the kiss and sees his shocked face, she’s a bit nervous, but keeps it to herself and gives him a playful smile.* Does that answer your question?

*Stephen is breathless and as red as his Cloak now. After a second, he composes himself.*

Stephen: I…I like you too.

*Clea smiles.*

Clea: So…did you have something in mind for our date?

Stephen: Well, there are all of those movies the girls introduced me to…Perhaps you may like to see one tonight?

Clea: I’d love to.

*Stephen smiles and picks a movie, inviting her to one of the empty rooms so they can watch in peace. As the movie goes, at times, Stephen is quietly more interested in Clea and her reactions to the film than in the movie itself.*

*Clea begins to notice this.*

Clea: What are you looking at? *Her tone is playful when she asks that.*

Stephen (slightly flustered): It’s just fun to see your reactions, that’s all.

Clea: *Giggles* Guess we have that in common, huh?

*He smiles, blushing. He’s finding it difficult to articulate himself.*

Clea: *She leans.* What’s the matter? Cat got your tongue?

Stephen: Ehhhhh…*He’s getting more flustered*

Clea: *Giggles.* I like seeing this side of you, it’s so cute.

Stephen (awkwardly): Want to finish the movie or…?

Clea: *She kisses him again. Only this time she deepens it; she wraps her arms around his neck and runs her fingers through his hair.*

*He lets her and kisses her back, the movie entirely forgotten. The rest of the night passes.*

***To be continued***

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