#it's not that i don't like the bar staff! they're all very sweet but they're also all like 6'0 and all best friends

[cwritesforfun]

The Bear: Carmen 'Carmy' Berzatto x Fem!Reader: Crush

You work at the Bear as the hostess when Sugar needs help and you're close with Carmy, Sydney, and Marcus. You like everyone else, but you're just closest with those three. Richard keeps trying to force you and Carmy to be alone together, so he annoys you right now. (YES, the plot has changed.)

Y/N = Your Name

Your POV

You open your phone bright and early to see a text from Carmy: Call me if you get this before 5:30 or before you leave. You click the call button next to his number and wait for him to answer.

****Start of conversation Y/N - Hey Chef... what's up? Carmy - Richard said you live near me. Could you drive me to work? Y/N - Yeah, uh can you send me your address? I just finished breakfast and I just need to get my shoes on. Carmy - Yeah, okay I sent it. Y/N - You're only a 5 minute drive from me. I'll be there soon. I'll text you when I leave. Carmy - Thanks Y/N... Thanks, Chef. End of conversation****

You wait in your car for Carmy and see him exit his building. He climbs into your car and you let him buckle his seatbelt before driving off.

As you drive, Carmy says, "So... uh my car... it uh broke down yesterday. Richard doesn't have his license and he didn't want to risk driving me to work. I think he just didn't want to drive me because he drives me around all the time. He told me you lived closer to me than he did. So I called you. Thanks for ... thanks for driving me." You exclaim, "It's totally okay. I don't mind. I like getting to work early and you live very close, so this works out for us both. Do you need a ride back to your place after work too?" He answers, "Yeah if you don't mind." You reply, "No, I don't. I can drive you until you get your car fixed. It's cool. Do you want a homemade protein bar?" He answers, "Sure... I guess." You reply, "You can say no, I don't care. It's the only way I can survive working these shifts. It has peanut butter, maple syrup, protein powder, oats, and that's it. They're delicious and they fuel you until the next meal." He replies, "I'll try one, then. If you care about it this much and you made them, they have to be good." You keep driving and you hear Carmy say, "Fuck, these are good. I could eat a whole tray." You reply, "Thanks."

We park, you hand out the rest of the protein bars to the rest of the staff, and you help set up and clean the dining area once more. You then help Marcus with desserts. You used to always say that dessert was your favorite meal, but now it's tied with dinner. Pasta and garlic bread together could kill you, but you'd be okay with it because you'd die happy. Making desserts brings you so much joy because there's something so amazing about the process of picking the right amount of ingredients to decorating them before customers eat them.

Your shift starts and it's packed. It's Saturday and there are tons of people hustling in. You even fill the bar with walk-ins. Richard runs the dining room with ease and you can tell he's at home here. At a quiet moment, he slides behind the hostess stand next to you and asks, "So, how was the ride this morning?" You answer, "Carmy and I talked. He liked the protein bars I made. It was good. He thinks you had an ulterior motive for not driving him." He smirks and replies, "I did. I want one of you to cut that sexual tension and confess your feelings." You laugh and say, "He's my boss and I like this job." He replies, "We both know you're just passing time here because you love the people. You make way more at your weekday job. You could easily quit working here and date him." You reply, "I could. I don't know. I am not quitting." You hear, "What's this about quitting?" You see Carmy standing there looking between the both of you. Richard says, "I was just telling dear sweet Y/N that she could quit working here. She makes more during the week. She doesn't need to overwork herself." Carmy turns to you and asks, "Are you overworking yourself?" You answer, "No I'm not. Thanks for your concern." Carmy says, "Yeah no problem. It's time for your 15-minute break and I was wondering if you wanted to take it with me. Richard can handle it out here." You answer, "Sure, yeah. Richard can handle it." Richard says, "I hate you when you two gang up on me. Just date already and make me happy." Carmy and I both shove Richard who says, "That was scarily in sync."

Outside, you eat a donut that was messed up by Marcus and Carmy smokes by your side. Carmy exclaims, "I know you don't have to come in on weekends and you shouldn't feel obligated because Sugar asked you to. I don't want you to overwork yourself and not have time for yourself because it's important to care for yourself. I don't want you to not be okay. I just... I care about you." You reply, "I care about you too and don't want you to overwork yourself either. You work as much as me, Carmy. I don't feel obligated to work because of Sugar or anyone else. I like working at the Bear because I love the people here. I have Sunday off every week and usually I get to work from home at least 2 days a week, so the work week feels less stressful. I will let you know if I ever need a break." He nods and says, "Good good. I want you to be able to come to me if you ever need anything." You reply, "Same to you. I'm here if you ever need anything too. Speaking of, I'm making dinner for Marcus, Sydney, and I tonight after work? Do you want to come over too?" He asks, "Are you sure? I wouldn't want to mess up your plans together." You answer, "It's all good. We just eat, drink, and either play games or watch tv. It's really chill and nice." He replies, "Ok, as long as you let me help cook." I reply, "Sounds good. I could always use the help."

When you told Sydney and Marcus that Carmy was joining for dinner, they were so happy. They also want you to tell Carmy that you like him. Why does everyone want you to? chill...

Carmy gets in your car after work and says, "Sorry that you had to wait. I had to make sure things were all set for tomorrow morning." You reply, "It's okay. Do you need anything from your apartment before we go to my place? I can stop." He answers, "Yeah I do, thank you."

You drive to his apartment and wait for him in the car. He tells you that he is going to take a 5-minute shower and then he'll be down.

You drive to your apartment when Carmy gets back and park in your spot in the garage. Carmy asks, "Do you have to walk in this garage every night?" You answer, "Yeah, why?" He answers, "I just want you to be careful." You reply, "Awww you're very caring today. It's sweet." He replies, "I don't think anyone's ever said I was sweet unless it was as a joke." You reply, "Carmen Berzatto, you're genuinely one of the kindest people I know. You go out of your way and show people you care about them despite all you've been through. You always make me feel cared for and understood. Don't let anyone tell you otherwise." He replies, "Thank you." You reach over, squeeze his hand, and say, "I meant every word." He squeezes your hand back and smiles.

After getting to your apartment, you give Carmy a quick tour of the place. You have a 2-bedroom apartment with your best friend from college who is visiting her boyfriend out of town for the week. It's small, but it's yours and it's great.

You put music on your speaker then head to the kitchen. Carmy asks, "What can I do to help?" You answer, "I'm making chicken, fried rice, and stir-fry vegetables. It's essentially just chicken fried rice. I made dessert last night too that I can break out later. Do you want to help chop vegetables?" Carmy answers, "Yes Chef. It sounds like it will be a good meal, have you made it before?" You hand him vegetables and say, "Yeah it's one of my favorite things to make for people. Marcus requests it at least once a month and Sydney requested the dessert." He takes the vegetables as you set out knives on a chopping board for him to start cutting stuff. You have just enough time to start the rice when you hear the doorbell ring.

Sydney and Marcus walk in. Sydney says, "I present you with tonight's wine and beer of choice. We got dry Riseling wine and Pilsner beer to pair with our dinner. Then, we brought vodka for the dessert cocktail." You cheer and say, "I'm so excited. This'll be great." You go back to prepping the meal to see that Carmy is working fast. You should've known he'd be quick. He's a chef for a living. Sydney asks, "Y/N, do you want a glass of wine or a beer as you cook?" You answer, "Beer please." Sydney asks, "What about you, Carmy?" Carmy answers, "Yeah, I'll take a beer, sure."

Sydney and Marcus stand by talking to you and Carmy as you cook. The cooking time flies by and it's time to eat. You put the dessert in the center of the table for after dinner. You made red velvet brownies.

At the dinner table after everyone is served, Marcus exclaims, "And today, we thank the world for bringing Y/N to the Bear. Without her, I wouldn't have a dessert buddy or this chicken fried rice." You laugh and Sydney says, "I can't wait for dessert. I'm gonna need the rest to-go. Don't eat too much boys." Carmy asks, "Why aren't you a chef? This is fucking delicious." Sydney says, "Woah there Carmy. Save some compliments for the rest of us, buddy." You laugh and say, "Thank you all for the kind words. I have some already packed to-go for you, Sydney." Sydney replies, "And this is why I love you!"

Soon enough, the beer and wine are finished. And the cocktails begin... they work tomorrow, which is wild how much they're consuming. We're sitting on the couch now. Carmy is next to you and his arm has been wrapped around your shoulder for most of the night. You don't mind at all, but will he regret it? I guess it's not a kiss.

After you all watch a movie, Marcus announces to everyone he needs sleep. Carmy seems confused when Marcus pulls out a blow-up mattress and starts to inflate it. Oh, guess you forgot to tell him that they usually spend the night. You should never drink and drive, so Marcus brings an air mattress. Sydney sleeps on the couch. You make breakfast for them or have something prepped to take on-the-go for them in the morning depending on how much you drink.

You exclaim, "Carmy, uh... could you help me carry the stuff on the table into the kitchen?" Carmy nods and he helps you bring stuff to the kitchen before he asks, "Why are Marcus and Sydney getting ready for bed here?" You answer, "Right, yeah I forgot to tell you that. They spend the night if they drink a lot or if one of them isn't the designated driver. I even make them breakfast in the mornings too. I just want them to be taken care of and safe. You're welcome to stay the night too...or I can call you a cab. The only place is in my bed if you're okay sharing." He asks, "Only if it's okay with you? I don't think I would make it back to my place honestly." You answer, "It's all good. There are extra toothbrushes and stuff in the bathroom closet that you can use." He replies, "Yeah I'll go get ready for bed then. Will you be coming to bed soon?" You reply, "Yes, I just want to make sure both of them are all good before I go to sleep." He nods and walks off.

You go to make sure that Marcus and Sydney are taken care of. Sydney pulls you to her and says, "OMG! So are you and Carmy like dating or something?" You ask, "Why would you think that?" She answers, "Dude, he had his arm around you, he was positive, and he complimented you. If you're not having sex to make him happy, I'm seriously questioning his mental state." You reply, "I feel like that's rude to say. He is allowed to be happy." Marcus replies, "And you are too, you know? With or without him, we support you." You reply, "That's so sweet, Marcus. Thank you both. Now, what do you guys want for breakfast? I have stuff for burritos, pancakes, or overnight oatmeal." Sydney says, "We want burritos. I can guarantee you that is what Marcus wants." Marcus laughs and nods. You talk with them a bit more before you lay out some stuff for breakfast then head to your room. You need to shower so badly...you stink so much from work.

Carmy is staring at your bed when you walk in. You laugh and say, "The bed won't bite, Carmy. You can take either side. I sleep on the side where that book is if you don't want to take my side. I'm going to shower, but I'll be back soon. Feel free to read any of the books or look at anything. I trust you and I don't care." He nods and you go to the bathroom. You then throw on your matching set of pajamas. You leave the bathroom to see Carmy looking at your book and photo collection. You ask, "See anything you like?" Carmy answers, "Yeah actually I'm really impressed with your photos. Did you take all of them? And have you read all of these books?" You laugh, stand next to him, and answer, "I have read the top two shelves. That cart is books I need to read still. The photos are all mine, except the ones I'm in. Those were mostly taken by family members. I can always take more of the Bear if you guys ever need any promotional content." He replies, "Thanks, I might just take you up on it. Your bed is comfy by the way. I uh... I didn't know how comfortable you were with me sleeping there so I waited for you." You sit on your bed and pat the space next to you. He walks over and gently sits next to you. You say, "See, that's not so bad. And, I don't care that we're going to share this bed. I feel safe around you and I trust you. It's all good." He asks, "Why do you always compliment me? I mean, everyone at work hates me during work hours because of how much I scream and the standards I hold people to. But you... you just see the light in me." He looks so broken. It's truly sad he doesn't see what you see. You put your hand on his shoulder gently and say, "Because of what I see in you, Carmy. I see someone so kind and safe and trusting and hard-working. Yes you can scream, but we all can and that's the way of the kitchen. You do apologize when you're in the wrong and that's what counts. The standards you set are the reason that the Bear has such delicious food and has a steady influx of customers. You wanted this place to be successful and you had a dream. People just need to see what you see and once they know the standard, it's golden. So yes, I will compliment you when I want to." He puts his hand on the one on his shoulder and says, "You're so perfect... listen, I heard you all talking in the living room. If everyone thinks we're already dating, why don't we give it a try?" You answer, "Sure, when we're both free next, we can go on a date." He asks, "What would you say if I took off tomorrow and we just spent it together?" You ask, "You are going to take off tomorrow. I don't believe that for one second." He smirks and replies, "Richard and Sydney can handle it. I have a date I need to go on." You smile and say, “If you take off, I will gladly go on a date with you tomorrow. And if you don’t take off work tomorrow, I’m free after 5 every night this week and I’m off on Sundays every week.” He replies, “I’ll call Richard right now. Here we go. I’ll even put him on speaker phone so he behaves.”

You laugh.

**** Start of conversation Richard - Is something wrong, Carmy? You never call me this late. Carmy - Everything is fine. Look, I’m with Y/N right now. Richard - Define with. Are you dating her now? Why are you at her house late? Did you get laid? Give me more. Y/N - Chill, Richard. Richard - Oh hi … wow Carmy wasn’t lying that you were there. Carmy - I’m at her place, moron. Now listen, I’m taking off work tomorrow all day so I can go on a date with Y/N and spend the day with her. Richard - Holy shit you’re not coming to work! Y/N really has changed you. This is blowing my mind right now. I should’ve bought a lotto ticket tonight. Damn it. Carmy - Cousin, shut up. Tell me, can you handle tomorrow? Richard - Yes I can. The staff and I can. I know how everything runs and I will call you after closing to tell you how it goes to make you happy. Although you will probably be getting laid, so you’ll already be happy. Y/N - Please shut up. Carmy - Yeah Cousin, there is a lady present. Bye and thank you. Richard - Use protection kids. End of conversation ****

After hanging up the phone, you ask, “How does it feel? You’re going to get to sleep in and you’re going on a date tomorrow.” Carmy answers, “Honestly, I’m excited. This might be the best day of this year for me.” You laugh and lean your head on his shoulder. He cuddles close to you and says, “I wasn’t really nervous about sharing a bed with you … I was nervous about telling you my feelings and then you rejecting me or just wanting to be friends. I've been overthinking how I should tell you my feelings and when. Richard has also been pushing me about it and I knew deep down that he was right.” I laugh and say, "Don't let him hear you say that. I do have to get up to make breakfast for Sydney and Marcus in the morning, but I will go back to bed after." He says, "Wait one second, I'll be right back." He slides out from under me and walks out my room. OK?? What??

Carmy returns looking confused and weirded out. I ask, "Where did you go? You have a weird face right now." He gets in bed, opens his arms for me, and says, "They were just drunk and were happy that I asked you out. I forget how honest people are when they are drunk. It was weird. I just went to ask them if it was okay that you didn't make them breakfast because I wanted you to have sleep and to sleep in with me. I hope that's okay. I just heard you talk with Richard about how you don't want to overwork yourself and I want you to have rest for the week." I kiss him on the cheek and say, "You're so sweet. I'm not mad. I'm very glad you were looking out for me."

PART TWO

#carmy x reader #carmy berzatto #carmy the bear #carmy berzatto x reader #the bear #the bear hulu #the bear imagine

[kittenintheden]

I want to share something. I absolutely adore how you write Astarion. You capture his mirth, the absolute ridiculous stray ginger cat energy he embodies, the tragedy of his situation, and how utterly hilarious he is all at the same time. But what I love especially is how *young* you manage to write him, like this is an elf who was killed before he even reached young adulthood in Elvish culture and you capture that brilliantly in both his mannerisms, sarcastic and sometimes juvenile quips and even his body language. It's just mind-blowing and I love reading your fics due to how well you capture him.

this is such an incredibly sweet comment and thank you so much for making it T_T my heart, it is warmed.

if I may ramble for a moment!

here's my thing: based on the information available to us, it's pretty widely confirmed canon (fanon? since Larian hasn't actually confirmed to my knowledge?) that based on the translated dates on his grave marker, Astarion died at 39. which is VERY young for an elf, but still adulthood, because elves physically and mentally mature at a similar rate to humans. the "they don't reach adulthood until 100" is more cultural than physical/mental, so Astarion very much was an adult with a career and all that when he died. culturally, however, he would not have been considered fully adult by other elves.

kind of like if you had a bar/bat mitzvah at 100 instead of 13? like it's not a measure of physical/mental adulthood, it's a cultural/religious ceremony signifying the passage into adulthood. that kind of thing.

WITH THAT SAID: Astarion did die young (we think) and then was launched into a situation that severely impacted his growth and progression as a person. namely: it stopped. he's frozen in time. he had no opportunity to learn, grow, or change. he was literally prevented from doing so.

Cazador worsened and encouraged this behavior not only in Astarion but in ALL the spawn. he refers to them as children, they're considered siblings, and the journals and notes we find in the palace indicate that they frequently pranked the shit out of each other and were generally the worst versions of themselves because Cazador regularly pitted them against one another. he starves and belittles and torments them physically and mentally. no one can thrive in circumstances like that.

when we meet Astarion in game, we're meeting a severely abused soul in survival mode who's never been able to make a plan or act for himself or exist in a world that wasn't constant terror. not since he can remember, anyway. he's fully and completely trauma-brained.

SO MUCH of his behavior is rooted in that. Cazador and his staff routinely refer to Astarion as a brat, little one, child, etc. dialogue indicates that he was constantly shamed for "prattling" and being a talker. so here's a man who's in literal arrested development and any meaningful growth he could have had was cut off at the ground. and he acts it.

until he gets a chance to grow.

then he still acts like a big baby boy but, you know, one who's also beginning to think past his own nose and develop a tiny bit of empathy and consideration. if you let him lol. you don't have to.

also I have a history in writing YA and Romance if that wasn't PAINFULLY OBVIOUS LMAO.

#ask box #kitten rambles #astarion meta #cazador szarr

[welcometothedopeworld]

Sweet Secret Admirer ~ *Shogo Yamato*

Summary: Shogo has been noticing presents of sweets for the past few weeks. At first he thinks it's just an accident but then he thinks someone could be sending them to him. But who could it be...?

Pairing: Shogo Yamato X G/N!Reader

Genre: Fluffy Drabble

Word Count: 786

Warning: N/A

Masterlist

A/N: You know it's going to be good when my vision is blurry while writing the whole thing.

It all started with a chocolate bar in his duffel bag. Shogo wasn't quite sure where it came from, but Toma told him the label had his name on it. And so, right before dance practice, he ate the sweet chocolate bar and felt energized throughout the entire practice.

Then it was a small bag of caramels on his desk. They were all wrapped up in parchment paper with a red bow on the bag. They melted on his tongue as he cleverly crafted songs for VISTY. Some even had cream in the middle. Still, he wasn't quite sure where they came from. However, he wasn't complaining. He hadn't been that successful in writing in a long time.

A couple weeks later, there was a large lollipop the size of his hand in the recording booth. Kantaro was insanely jealous and asked him to break it so they all could have a piece. But he refused, saying it was meant for him. And while he couldn't finish the whole thing in one sitting, he made sure to keep it hidden from Kantaro, who seemed ever more determined to get a bite.

When Shogo found a gumball machine in his room that was fully stocked with the colorful candy, he finally had enough of not knowing who was sneaking candy to him.

"Alright, seriously." He said, hands on his hips as he confronted VISTY in the common room of their dorm. "Who keeps giving me candy? I'm not mad. I'm just super confused."

Aoi frowned as he continued playing on his phone. "I can tell you right now that it's not me."

He glanced over at Toma who shook his head. "It's not me. And I know it's not Kantaro either. He's been jealous every time you get a new thing of sweets."

"It's not fair!" Kantaro pouted and crossed his arms over his chest. "Why don't I get a secret admirer?"

Aoi glanced up from his phone for a split second. "And what makes you think he has a secret admirer? For all we know, it could be one of the staff taking pity on him or something."

Shogo shook his head. "Regardless. None of you have been giving me candy?"

Again, all three of them shook their heads. Toma piped up. "Sorry. Although whoever is must really like you."

"Like I said!" Kantaro added. "It must be a secret admirer! Who do you think it could be?"

Shogo thought for a moment, trying to come up with a name of someone he thought could be a secret admirer. Of course, as soon as he had one in mind, he blushed and quickly shook his head.

Aoi, always perceptive, laughed at his reaction. "I know EXACTLY who you're thinking of."

"Who?" Kantaro asked.

Toma began to laugh as well. "Oh! He's not thinking of them, is he?"

"Who?!"

"C'mon, who else would he be thinking of?"

"WHO?!"

"I AM NOT THINKING OF Y/N!" Shogo shouted before his face fell at his words.

Commence the teasing in three... 

Two... 

One...

Aoi snickered. "I never said that name."

Kantaro gasped loudly. "You like Y/n?! Oh that's wonderful! They're so sweet! They're absolutely perfect for you! You have to ask them out now! Please, please, please!"

"You know it could not be them giving me this candy!" Shogo shot back, but even he was having a hard time believing it. They were the only one who knew how much he loved sweets, especially which kinds were his favorite. "Besides, I'm not going to jeopardize our friendship over a hunch."

Toma shrugged. "It couldn't hurt."

"It very well could!"

"You never know if you don't try."

"Please, please, please ask them out!"

Shogo shook his head and stormed off to his room, shouting. "I'm not having this conversation anymore!"

As soon as he entered his room, however, he stopped. There they were, placing the biggest bag of gummy bears on his bed. Instead of looking embarrassed or blushing, like he was, they laughed.

"Guess I was caught in the act, huh?"

"I-" He covered his mouth with his hand. "It was you?"

They nod. "Of course! You've been working so hard, I just had to get something nice for you. I'm glad you've been liking the sweet treats I've gotten you. Sometimes I thought I was going overboard, but seeing just how happy they made you, well, I'm glad I did it."

Before he could stop himself, he smiled and lowered his hand to show you. "You really are sweet, aren't you? The sweetest secret admirer."

"Guilty as charged." They laughed. "Now c'mon, let's share these gummy bears! I don't think you can finish them all by yourself."

"Watch me!"

#Paradox Live #Paradox Live Fanfiction #Paradox Live Drabble #Anime #Anime Fanfiction #Anime Drabble #VISTY #Shogo Yamato #Shogo Yamato X Reader #Shogo Yamato Fanfiction #Shogo Yamato Drabble #Shogo Yamato Fluff #Shogo #Shogo X Reader #Shogo Fanfiction #Shogo Drabble #Shogo Fluff #Drabble #Fluff

[svartalfhild]

#2 of the prompts!

While they all rest up at an inn, Laudna walks by Ashton’s room as they are taking off their shirt after they just finished a [silly/could have avoided this-but some snobby idiot just HAD to provoke Chetney] battle and is curious about the gold-filled cracks along his body. She asks him his permission to touch them , and after a moment, Ashton carefully says okay.

Could be GraveStone, could be just a gruff, tough, and buff friend letting their sweet and spooky friend gently touch their scars out of concern + curiosity, could be both.

2. "Are you okay?"

It took some effort from Imogen and Orym, but at last, the bar fight was brought to an end. The place was a mess, and the staff looked rather put out by the whole thing, but thankfully Bells Hells' good standing with the owner prevented them from being thrown out along with the provokers. This was lucky, considering Chetney's refusal to give up his stream of colourful threats until the idiot who had provoked him was out of the building.

Ashton, who had received quite a beating in the midst of all this, grumbled about getting cleaned up and went up to their room. FCG went around checking if anyone needed help and healed a nasty bruise on Fearne's arm. Imogen and Orym dutifully helped clean up and prodded Chetney into properly apologizing to the owner for the big ruckus. Laudna was mostly alright and mended a couple chairs before heading up to her room, having had enough shenanigans for one night.

On her way down the hall, her eye caught movement in the gap of a slightly open door, and she stopped. She could see Ashton gritting his teeth as he unbuckled and pulled off his leather jacket, fully revealing the sprawling tapestry of golden scars across his muscular green torso. He was...captivating to look at, and she caught herself staring, but now was not the time for that. He was clearly in pain.

"Ashton? Are you okay?" she called out cautiously, slowly pushing the door further open. He looked over to her, seemingly unbothered by her presence, and held her gaze for a moment before answering.

"Define okay." Laudna came further into the room at this, rubbing her hands together in nervous awkwardness.

"You got kinda fucked up downstairs. Do you need FCG?"

"Nah, they've done plenty for me already. I'll be fine," Ashton answered with a shrug. A lot of the blood on them seemed to either not be theirs or was not coming from an open wound at this point, so Laudna was convinced, but she continued to stare. "Is there something else you wanted?"

"Sorry, I was just...your scars. They're very pretty."

"Oh." Clearly they hadn't expected that, as they raised their eyebrows and then furrowed them. "Thank you...I guess."

"Would it be alright if I...?" Laudna trailed off as she took a few steps closer and extended a hand to demonstrate her intent. There was another pause as Ashton considered this request, and eventually he gave his answer in a surprisingly soft tone.

"Yeah, go ahead." They stood still for her as she approached and began to carefully trace her spindly fingers over the golden pathways across their skin. They had a unique feeling to them, indented in some places and raised in others, but always very smooth.

"Do they ever hurt?" Laudna asked. She knew it had been several years since Ashton had acquired these scars, so they might feel like nothing, but she knew all too well the potential lasting effect of scars.

"Always."

"Always?" She withdrew her hand, wide-eyed at this news.

"You don't have to stop," Ashton assured her, gently taking her hand and returning it to his chest. She gave a small gasp and he smiled. "The cold is a little soothing actually." Well, that was certainly the most unexpected thing he'd said thus far, but she heeded him and cautiously continued to explore his scars, taking in their sad beauty.

"I'm sorry if I've ever hurt you with my tactile habits." She internally cringed at the memories of throwing her arms around Ashton and of smushing the side of her head against theirs.

"I don't mind if it's you. I like you."

"Oh." Laudna let out a relieved little laugh, which Ashton seemed to find endearing.

"And I get it. You want to feel something." She had never considered this before, but now that they said it, she knew they were right. She craved sensation, because she felt so little these days. That was the terrible irony of her curious nature. She was so eager to know, but had a muted ability to experience.

"Yes." She met Ashton's gaze, and he put his hand over hers once more, holding it against him. He was so pleasantly warm that she found herself wishing he'd pull her into his arms and envelope her.

"Then you can understand why I'd be willing to endure a lot more to feel something other than pain." He moved her hand to his lips, pressing a kiss to her palm, not breaking eye contact with her for even a second, and a shiver shot down her spine.

"Yes. I think...maybe we can help each other," she quietly, stepping closer, so that they were only a few inches apart now. He slid his arm around her, bringing her the rest of the way, and she settled into him, resting her head against his chest. After a moment, she placed a light kiss on one of his scars. "I'm sorry for your pain all the same," she murmured, and he held her tighter.

#Critical Role #CR Ashna #CR Gravestone #Ashton Greymoore #Laudna #CR spoilers #prompt

[pbandjesse]

Today was a really good day honestly. It was entirely too hot but I had a nice day. I felt a lot better. The self-consciousness is still there but it wasn't as bad. And I just had a good time.

I was up too late last night but I slept pretty good once I did fall asleep. I woke up at 8:00 and actually heard fly happening which was interesting. And then I cleaned myself up because I felt very sticky. Like I said it was a very hot today and it started very early with being very warm. We were under an excessive heat warning basically all day.

So after I got washed up and dressed I went for my little walk and I could not really find any mushrooms. I found a couple that were on fallen trees but nothing great. When I made my way to the office Chris told me that I should just start taking pictures of the moths because he found a beautiful Luna moth but I don't see them as often. Still fun to get to see the one he found though.

He also told me that we were going to be having an extended free swim this afternoon which would mess up on my last program for the day. Normally wouldn't have messed it up but they changed my schedule this week to make space for a group that replaced my YLP group yesterday. So I suggested that we just pushed their program back to five so that they could enjoy the full free swim and I could go swimming and get a shower before their group came and we hung out until dinner and he said that was totally fine and to just let the counselor know so I sent them a message and they said that that was great.

So I continued on my walk but I was already pretty hot so I came back out to arts and crafts to get ready for the day.

I didn't have a ton that I need to do. I checked all the paint and that was all good and I started cleaning two of them that were a little too dried out to salvage. And then I had my yogurt and pretzel for breakfast. I honestly did not enjoy the pretzel but it was fine. I knew that my group would be late because it's woodlands and they're always late. And Celia came over to get tissues and we chatted for a minute before she headed off to the frog pond.

All of my groups today were excellent. My first two groups did a really good job and we're fun to hang out with. Everyone really loves the drawing game and that makes me feel so good. And a few of them even wanted to play it multiple times! I'm still annoyed that horse camp has not come back to get their art but everyone else took theirs with them and it was much better. Having that art on the picture table is stressing me out so bad. Like it's supposed to rain your art will be ruined if you do not pick it up. So I put plastic box lids on top of the art but they're not going to come back for it no one ever comes back for the art. Makes me so annoyed. This is the first time this summer I have let people leave their stuff and top bar has actually come back for it every time because those counselors are good counselors who listen to me. And are not being lazy.

Lunch was actually pretty good today. It was this very thinly sliced eggplant that was fried and then it was like a sandwich on a sweet roll and I really liked it. The salad bar only had cabbage instead of lettuce and I did not like that but I enjoyed my little sandwich and then I was eating pez candy and the other specialty staff were giggling at me about that I was eating it without a dispenser and I'm like just really like pez and it turns out all of them agreed with me. And I ate four of them and folded up and made a big show the house saving the rest for later. Just being very silly.

My afternoon groups did a good job. I've decided that the drawing game is a little too much to explain to Day Camp one two and three so I skipped that part and just had them paint rocks and honestly that was the best choice. They really seem to enjoy it and it was a good time. I did have a CIT come to help me out today. Apparently there was some drama with the group so Kieran requested that I help give some structure and I was like all right and then it was like CIT I already liked so no big thing and I had her sort string for me and fold paper. And then she had to leave for a meeting during my break so I got to just chill and that was excellent.

Once tipis got here I was happy to see some campers from last year that I haven't seen yet and a bunch of them got to try the cuttlefish casting and Aubrey specifically, Chris's daughter, really liked it and thought it was very cool and I was really happy about that. And Quinn, I think is their name, made a pendant but it didn't work quite well and so I said I would use a hammer and nail to try to chisel out the middle of the pendant so that it could be worn on a chain but later in the day when I try again I accidentally broke it and I was able to sand it down and fix it in a different way and I went and gave it to them and they were like almost in tears they were like that was so nice of you you didn't have to do that. And I was like of course I did! I broke it of course I should fix it. And I hope that all of the people in earshot heard that and kind of internalized to that as a lesson for their lives. I want to be a good role model.

After my last day camp group I got to walk with them to the trail my CIT walked with us and I dropped her off at the 5th tent And I went to the pool.

And it was excellent. I wore my stripey bathing suit from last year which is a little more skin than I remember everything. Like it's not particularly tight but it is like high cut on the sides and it's lower in the front that I remember but I got a lot of compliments on it. That was cool. And then I jumped in the pool and I actually went all the way under and it felt so nice. Got mascara all over my face. But I don't even care because I was having a great time. And I ended up talking to a couple of the other counselors and some of the kids and I was just really in a great mood.

Celia finally remembered her bathing suit! She did not remember a towel but she did her bathing suit so that was exciting. And she got in the water with me but I had been in there for about a half an hour already and so we hung out and splashed around and talked for a bit but then I was like I got to get out cuz I got to get showered before my 5:00 class.

And I ended up timing it so well because I went and got my shower and it wasn't the best shower I've ever taken mostly because I couldn't get the water to not be very very hot but at least I was clean and then as I was getting out and drying off the lifeguards blew the whistle and so then it was about to be a swarm of children and so as I was coming out Celia was running into the bathroom because she was like I have to get changed and leave because I have an appointment at 6:00 and I cannot get blocked out by these children! I thought that was very funny. But I was clean and dressed and headed back to arts and crafts.

Ollie, the counselor for my 5:00 group yelled down to me and said that they were going to go get changed and then we'll be back. I told him no rush at all. They ended up coming up at 5:15. Which I was perfectly fine with. I was dressed and clean and just chill and read in my book. And when they got up they really liked the drawing game and some of them did the rock painting afterwards and two of them made shields for awards. And it was a really good time.

I was sitting outside with them and brought up something that happened earlier in the day when Leon and Billy discovered that almost always in America scones are shaped like triangles. And I showed them a picture of an American biscuit and they're like no that's a scone and I was like no no it is different. And so then we were looking at pictures and they were horrified that's scones are always triangular. So then of course when Ollie was up there, who is also from the UK, I was like you need to look at these scones! And you should have seen his face his eyes were so big when I showed them the pictures. And the kids were like they're not always triangles and I was like yeah but most of the time they are. Which makes me want to make James make scones for me to bring to camp next week. Just for the internationals and my friends. Cuz I think it would be so funny.

All the kids are having a really good time and some kids came up from the field to borrow string and beads and thankfully they all asked so I didn't feel I had to kick anybody out. And then I started getting a really bad upset stomach because I was just hungry I guess So I asked Ollie if he could just make sure that the kids put the paint back in the building and then I would just head down to dinner. I was fine with them continue to sit up there because he's a pretty competent counselor and there was only six kids. So he had them say thank you and I said goodbye. And I went down to dinner.

Dinner was fine. It was not exactly great. The vegetarian option was quinoa and I don't like quinoa. There was an option of having a veggie burger but then Charlotte said that I had to wait until a couple of the soy free kids got a chance to get them. Which is fair I don't even like veggie burgers. I did appreciate that she came over to me later to tell me I could have one but I did not really want it.

Instead I had what I am now calling base dinner. I had mashed potatoes which CJ scooped absolutely perfectly. And then I had pasta salad. And then I had bread with a kind of hard boiled egg on it. It wasn't a bad dinner per se but it was not very good. I'm probably going to have a snack soon.

I chilled in the dining hall for a little while but I didn't really want to be in there when it got loud so once the last groups were coming in around 6:30 I headed to the office. I stopped at the nurses building to use the bathroom and then as I was coming out I saw that the snowball truck was driving up. And I was like I'm going to get a snowball very very quickly.

It wasn't our normal snowball man though it was a nice lady. And I told her that I'm always trying to be the very first one and so she gave me it right away and she was very kind. She asked me if we were doing snowballs for everyone so I told her I would go check with the office and it turns out we were because it was so hot out. 200 snowballs! So she had to get all of the flavors refilled. Which makes sense. But I was getting out of there.

Honestly I was getting very hot and sweaty again and so I was like I need to go sit down. So I came up here and I sat in front of my fan in my inside hammock and had my snowball which melted almost immediately. And I read more of my book.

This one's about a family moving to Santa Fe on like a trail ride. It's not the first one I read like this but so far so good. She seems like a nice character. You know it's going to be bad though. Something terrible's going to happen to her because it's always like that. I'm trying to guess who's going to die. But it's nice to have something to read.

I did work on my painting a little bit more and brush my teeth very early. I just really wanted to lay down. And I've been laying here and texting with James and watching TikToks. And I'm tired but I don't feel as horrible that's like something to do. Sleepy. Hopefully that just means I can fall asleep easier tonight. I don't even think I'm going to put my blanket under me because it's so warm in here. It's not uncomfortable but I don't think I'm going to have the problem where I'm cold underneath so that's nice. Because sometimes it's hard to have a blanket after you get all tangled.

I hear a lot of kids outside right now so I'm assuming a prank is about to happen. Let's hope that there's not as much screaming as there has been in weeks past.

I hope tomorrow is a good day. Me and James are sort of planning on going to the movies but I don't know if I'm going to feel too disgusting after camp to meet them at Hunt valley and we might have to change the plan a little bit. But either way I'm excited to go home and see my James and I hope that all the kids tomorrow are just a lot of fun because this project did really good and that was a lot of fun for me. Next week is going to be a little more complex but I'm still looking forward to it and honestly I hope I have a CIT or a YLP to help with the hot glue again. Maybe I'll even request if someone could just come and do that for me but either way it's all good I'm excited. It's going to be a good day.

I hope you guys will sleep good tonight. I love you. Until next time. Wash your hands

[here4theheartbreak]

I LOVE your passion for them. It oozes. It's so nice , right? To actually care about comebacks for real. I've been Atiny for 4.5 years and I'm still excited every single time! They're incredible.

Their songs match my tastes so well. Their performances are legendary. My sister came with me to see them this year, she's not Atiny, she only know a few songs, and she said they were the best live performers she's ever seen. And of course they're fun people too! And I always feel like a proud parent when others in the industry/show staff praise them.

It seems like you know a lot of Atiny already but if you ever need anything, or want to know anything, you can just hit me up!

Welcome to Atiny life~!

🏴‍☠️💖

It really is nice! Even a few days after the comeback I'm still not at all bored or disinterested - generally by now I'm so sick of hearing the same few songs or watching the same choreo that I just give up 🤣

(Apparently I still have a lot of feelings so I'm cutting this for the sake of my followers' dashes lol)

Today I was able go to go a cupsleeve event in my city and the support was overwhelming. I've been to a handful, usually around 50-100 people max -- Even for bigger groups. But today there were probably close to 200+ people minimum. For a good 2+ hours we had a line looping all through the tea bar - from the end of the vendor tables, around to the order counter, then out to the sidewalk and looping around the side of the building, it was insane. Even when my friends and I packed up to go there was still a line heading up to the counter.

I was amazed and it was so sweet to see, esp for a group that I know is less popular in KR - I genuinely don't get it (I mean, I do - not big 4 means people don't pay enough attention - but from a talent standpoint, it's baffling).

My first MV was Guerrilla - my friend and I watched it and sat in genuinely stunned silence for a good 5 minutes afterward. It blended so many of our favorite musical types into one really cohesive package and I couldn't believe it. And every subsequent song - even their softer summery ones (Utopia, please, it's so cute. And Eternal Sunshine - I could cry).

It's been a very very long time since I've heard a group that so perfectly vibes with everything I like in musical styles. (I don't actually know that I have found one before Ateez tbh; even my biggest groups have always had a handful of songs every comeback that are just... Meh.)

Plus the general talent in terms of intense choreography and vocals - they really are top class performers. And then adding in all the AU stuff - I love complex aus, I love storytelling, and these guys do it in such a cool way; and the production value of their mvs?! From an itty bitty company?? Genuinely elite.

My friend Drea went to their AZ show and Chicago shows last year; she had barricade during Chi and has shown me her videos; on top of YT recorded videos - the energy is unbelievable - you can just feel how hyped everyone is. I almost sprung for LA Kcon this year bc Ateez, SKZ, and Taemin are gonna be there; but none of my group are going and it's far too expensive on my own 😭 (plus it's right before school starts up for my gremlin and my own Korean classes start up, so I really shouldn't be traversing the country >.<).

We have plans to all try for the next Chicago concert though; there's about 7 of us for sure, maybe a few more, so carpooling and splitting hotel fees will make it easier - aside from the apparent bloodbath for tickets lol.

Where did you end up going to see them?

Also did you see the stats that dropped today? We broke our own previous record for Spotify streams! Generally I don't care about those, but I'm excited to see the small wins for a group that deserves so much 😭

But yes, thank you! I will 100% reach out with questions lol or to scream - or you can just to chat - bc clearly I can't say enough about them. 🧡

#answered #ask #daegu-flowjob #ateez #long post

[pastelemon6w6]

warden Arthur & prison Alfred thots. I mean thoughts. No I don't. Gimme. 💜

>3O💜 under the cut since this'll be a bit long >:3

so the very obvious takes one could make with a prison au is mostly noncon (which is already great to me :} ). rowdy prisoner getting dicked down as a 'punishment' by the sadistic hardass of a guard who fancies him OR the prisoner getting his hands on the guard who's been particularly hard on him and getting some more years added to his sentence for unsavory behaviours :P either way, the top fucking the bottom whenever they find themselves alone. in their cell, in the shower, in a closet, etc. (all noncon up to a point mind you). all good and great especially when they eventually grow to like it >:} that's the best part

I especially like the idea of prisoner Alfred doing time for some kind of white collar scandal and not being at all suited to living around hardened criminals who have murdered and whatnot. he's terrified and keeps to himself, trying to get out early on good behavior. Arthur takes a liking to him because Alfred's too pretty for his own good. Arthur shouldn't fraternize with inmates but it's his prison. he just has to do it with a bit of an angle :> strip-searching Alfred for paraphernalia (maybe with a full cavity search >.> ), calling him in and writing him up (or whatever it is prisons do as warnings idk) for every tiniest infraction just to see Alfred almost cry and letting him off with just a verbal warning to see him happy and hear Alfred thank him like he's god, coughjerkingoffwhilewatchinghimoutintheyardfromthewindowcough.

every other guard and prisoner knows exactly what Arthur's doing but they do and say nothing because they're all just as terrified of him (and he doesn't like a single one of them a fraction as much as he likes Alfred so they'd be fucked to draw attention to themselves). Alfred eventually does something actually bad (idk accidentally hurts/kills someone that tried to screw with him while defending himself) and it's like christmas for Arthur). One(1) blow job to make this all go away >:) Arthur gets a nice tight throat around his cock and the incident is swept under the rug. but suddenly strip/cavity searches aren't so subtle anymore. Arthur conducts them by himself without any of his other guards around and...doesn't use his fingers ;P if Alfred complains or has second thoughts, Arthur only has to give him a look to make him quiet. probably not the best idea for any romance but :v also massive potential for Arthur making Alfred free use to all of his staff ;}

with prison!au though I have some very specific ideas without noncon:

1.) Alfred basically has the whole prison wrapped around his finger by being a massive whore UwU with such a pretty face and big mouth (winkwink), he can get away with anything he wants. warden Arthur being transferred to this new prison so he can shape them the hell up. He sees firsthand how unruly the prisoners and the guards are and sets to make it the best in state. Yes he is a hard ass but he's fair. Prisoners with good behavior are given a little leeway, those that make trouble aren't given a millimeter. He even has the guards taking their jobs more seriously and most things in order. Everyone starts to fall into line. Except the singular bane of his existence ;3 it becomes a game that Arthur thinks he's competing in

i think of your post about sex-kitten Alfred for this U//w//U he wants some cigarettes? I'll trade you a handjob out in courtyard. Wants some snacks from commissary? Blowjob in the showers. Something a little more niche and hard to get like a handheld video game or cellphone? You can come inside if you get it for me by the end of the week. He makes a good business of just being a slut and is pretty damn comfortable for being behind bars. Even the guards were pretty sweet on him for a bit of quid-pro-quo >wO but Arthur comes in and starts fucking his good deal over and Alfred is....not happy

He makes it his goal to become the warden's little 'protected' pet. Any. Means. Necessary.

2.) Basically above ^ but Arthur is very corrupt and biased towards which inmates he likes and doesn't like. Naturally, his favorite is the blue-eyed pretty boy that will bend over upon request for extra time out in the yard or whatever. Think of Alfred draped across Arthur's lap like a villain with their pet cat. Arthur treats him explicitly too and will give him confiscated items to entertain himself with, better meals, and his own cell (better to fuck him where no one else can see >:3 ). They terrorize other inmates and guards because Arthur is untouchable and Alfred can't be touched

#Now I'm done ;w; #That's mostly my thoughts #Usuk #Ukus

[the-oletus-parlor]

Ellie's Essence and ALLLLLLLL the lore that goes along with it,, [long post, contains spoilers for the essence lore woooo]

Ellie's Essence:

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Essence 1 [Neon Essence]

Essence Skins

S Tier: Haunted Pink Disk♪ [Ellie]

A Tier: Neon Lights [K. Stewford, @idv-sinful-deities]

A Tier: Hacker [Tae Collins, @idv-sinful-deities]

B Tier: Musical Beats [Angeline Bianchi, @askthepianist]

B Tier: Neon Green [Cole Straub, @idv-sinful-deities]

B Tier: Neon Drifter (“Broken” Skin) [Luciana, @ask-the-dummy]

B Tier: Aurora Lights (“Broken” Skin) [Ellis, @idv-sinful-deities]

B Tier: Broken Sign (“Broken” Skin) [Amy Kazuichi]

Store Skins

A Tier: Spectral Viewer♪ [Beth Anastazja, @ask-idv-baker]

A Tier: Heart of the Night [Liam Hubert, @idv-thespians]

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Secret Skins

S Tier: Agents of Darkness [Dream Witch and Followers]

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Skin Changes [what certain skins turn into after the story's end]

A Tier: Heart of the Night -> DATA NOT FOUND [Midnight Phantom]

A Tier: Hacker -> DATA NOT FOUND [Sweet Dreams]

A Tier: Spectral Viewer♪ -> DATA NOT FOUND [Broadcaster]

A Tier: Neon Lights -> DATA NOT FOUND [Shooting Stars]

B Tier: Musical Beats -> Song of Fate

B Tier: Broken Sign -> Party of the Dawn

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Essence Lore:

"The lights of the city are starting to fade... People are starting to lose their colors as well... what is going to happen when the entire city fades?" "Let's not wait around long enough to find out, Viewer."

The setting of the essence takes place in a big city called The Neonized, and it's home to a huge neon population of people whose families have lived there for generations. Life in The Neonized can be a tricky one, as light is necessary to survive and avoid the creatures that lurk in the dark. However, as of recent, people have been losing their natural light and becoming "broken" or "defective". Someone... or something, has been taking and absorbing people's light before leaving them in complete darkness, to be devoured by things they're now unable to ward away...

"..? Where are your parents, little girl?" He pressed his fingers gently against the small neon pink cat that sat on the edge of his staff like a shining jewel. "Bars are no place for a little girl like yourself, you know..." But the little girl would not answer his question. After all, based on her dark appearance, he was asking a question he already knew the answer to. The little girl's parents were dead. The fact she made it here without anyone in sight... meant as much. Are you hungry, little girl? Here, I have some bread in my viewer bay that you can have..."

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A shining pink disk lays dormant inside the office of the mayor, who has all but lost most of her glow, glowing dimly. And yet, she could bring light to the lives of her people in a different way. Through music, may she light the path for her people.

"Your song is very pretty, Miss Mayor. What is it called? Was it the Clair De Lune? Or something else I don't know?" "Who's there? You are trespassing on private property-" "But you brought me in here... are you not curious what mysteries I have within my disk?"

The Mayor searched high and low, all while the mysterious voice called to her playfully. Left, right, up and down, Mayor Music could not find the person, however, buried deep within her melodies, she did recover that shining, pink disk.

"Oh look! You're finally found me! Now, play me, play me! I wanna see your pretty little face, Miss Mayor~!"

And play the disk the mayor did. It released a soft piano melody, one of which the mayor had never heard of. It was fascinating, inspiring, and overwhelming. She went to pick up the pink disk, to observe and learn about it.

One glowing blue ear emerged from the center of the pink disk. And then another glowing blue ear. Then a blue head with a blunt purple horn. Then one pink hand emerged from the pink disk, and then another. And finally, it opened its eyes to reveal two neon pink eyes staring back at the mayor. Not only was it rather heavy in weight, but it glowed like nothing the mayor had ever seen before... as if it took all light around and condensed it within itself before reflecting it in tenfold.

And then, there was one arm wrapping around the Mayor's shoulders, clothed in a glowing pink jacket with a glowing yellow panel. And then another arm in the same glowing pink attire. And suddenly, the mayor felt heavier, and warmer, as if something was radiating heat off themselves.

"Do you like it...? I call him Crystal... He's supposed to be a fox, but I have no idea what a fox looks like, haha!"

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"The lights are getting dimmer and dimmer... what are we going to do?! Aurora lost her light already thanks to some nutjob in the streets, what if we're next?" "You worry too much Neon, Drifter, I hear there's this hacker going around, restoring parts of people's colors just long enough to drive the darkness away until they can get to safety... Sure their lights fade after a while, but they survive. I'm sure we'll be fine!"

An unsung hero for the people, glowing red and blue in the night with a bunny-themed hood to match. Even someone as small as them can prove to be the biggest ally in a citywide power outage like this... but where did they come from?

"On your left, there will be a bar. Go in there, there will be people that can help you. It's too late to save your friend and your folks, but Heart will make sure you're safe. And if he doesn't want to comply, just tell him Hacker sent you here. This pink light prototype isn't very well developed because pink is a very rare light to have, and it won't hold the darkness back for very long, you hear me? Run to the bar, you'll be safe! Don't stop for shit, kid!"

Replicating the lost colors of the people is Hacker's specialty, and it can be an ever-thankless job. Gambling on the correct coding to recreate a color is part of her job, however, taking the wrong gamble has cost her precious time and people's lives before... But life is full of gambles, you can't rig them all in your favor.

"But how are they able to take people's lights... I don't get it..." "Not understanding this isn't going to get us anywhere in this mystery..."

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It's only a matter of time until The Neonized falls into the hands of the darkness, sharp teeth gnashing and tearing you all apart. It won't stop until it's devoured and infected everything. And yet, perhaps there's something in the darkness that can stop this. Taking out the agent who is causing the power outage of the people would prevent any more tragedy... but even so, a plan like that wouldn't work, not without a sacrifice.

"Then some of us are going to have to sacrifice ourselves to gain this precious city some time. After all, things like this go will be smart enough to go after the brightest things in the city♪"

"Well, if it gives them an opening to stop this once and for all... then this is an opportunity we'll have to take, whether we're willing to or not."

"Ohh, such motivational words♪! No wonder they call you the Heart of the Night, I feel energized just being around you♪"

"And I can see why they call you the Haunted Pink Disk. You're pink and the way you act is freaking me the fuck out-"

"Aww, now that's just mean ˚‧º·(˚ ˃̣̣̥᷄⌓˂̣̣̥᷅ )‧º·˚"

Well, that is... quite the team there. As the one most traveled and most knowledgeable about their enemy, the Mayor appointed Hacker to be the team leader, and devise a strategy. At least, that was what Hacker was supposed to do. However, plans seemed to flow flawlessly and seamlessly from the pink disk. Within moments, the disk had formulated a plan that could save the city... should it work, of course.

"So you think that, whatever this thing is, is hiding within the darkness? And that's why, when people lose their light, the darkness is so quick to attack?"

"Think of this from a hunter's point of view. When animals travel, they tend to travel in a pack. Traveling in a pack prevents other animals from attacking, but it also enables them to protect their leader and kill prey with ease before it has a chance to struggle or get away. That's how the darkness travels. It travels together so it can attack together and feast together..."

"But if we can draw them apart from the agent..."

"They'll be left wide open. And that gives us the opportunity to end this once and for all."

"Bingo♪"

But a plan like this takes time and effort, and it must be executed flawlessly without fail. One slip up... and everything could come falling down. But they don't have time, not on their side.

Night was falling fast, and time was running out. They knew they'd have to act fast, or else this may be the last night for some innocent person in the city. The Mayor refused to let this darkness win. Not again.

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And yet, for most of this team, this would be their final night alive in the Neonized.

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The team was split into 2 teams, one team to distract the darkness and one to end this nightmare, once and for all.

"My team will go and distract the darkness." This team was made up of Heart of the Night, Hacker, Neon Lights, Neon Drifter, Aurora Lights, and little Broken Sign. The 6 people were then split into groups of 2, each with their own section of the Neonized to thin and weaken the darkness, with Spectral Viewer watching and guiding them.

"We'll go deal with the agent then~" The other team was made up of Mayor Musical Beats and Haunted Pink Disk.

Heart of the Night and Broken Sign would take the frontmost parts of the city, while Hacker and Neon Light, Neon Drifter, and Aurora Lights would take the right and left sides of the city.

The Mayor and Pink Haunted Disk would head to the city's darkest parts, the backstage, as it was the most probable place for the agent to be.

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"This may be the final time we see each other, there's no guarantee we'll all survive this... I've only known you guys for a little while, but you guys are all really cool, you know?"

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Things like this were always a race against time, you know? A race against time and a fight to the death. It took all your courage to make it though. It took all the courage the Mayor had inside of her to finally end this.

"Hey, relax♪ You've got me here with you. We'll end this together, don't worry Angeline. Oops, can I call you Angeline?"

With Pink Disk at her side and giving Spectral Viewer the go, the Mayor had launched her plan in motion.

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"Those who dare defy the darkness... shall have their vessels strung up in the strings of fate."

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While the Mayor and the Pink Disk made their way towards the backstage area of the Neonized, the other 3 groups were fighting the darkness. And yet, as the mysterious voice had echoed out their threat, things began to turn, and one by one, each team would fall into the hands of the darkness, each suffering a terrible death. Of the entire team, only 2 people survived, while the rest was either found dead... or missing. Perhaps the darkness took and devoured them. Or maybe they were buried underneath the rubble of the aftermath. Or... maybe, they never existed at all.

But, they had all known what the possible outcomes of this would be going into would be. This was their choice and their choices alone.

In the end, The Mayor, with the aid of the Pink Disk, was able to stop the Darkness, and save her people. But upon going to congratulate her teammate, the Mayor found the pink girl was nowhere to be found, with only a shattered, pink disk laying on the ground among the rubble where she once stood. Not even Crystal... was anywhere to be found.

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"In the end, we were able to protect the city! But... it came at such a great loss... The Neonized lost so many amazing people that day... even the person who used to run this... the man who used to run this bar... but don't worry, I've been taking really good of it ever since. I know I'm a little young to be in a place like this... But you know... I don't know, it's kind of silly I guess..."

"Amy... we worked together in the past together... please, tell me what's on your mind. Not as your mayor... but as your friend."

"I just... I'm always hoping that... maybe someday, they'll all come back. My mama, my papa, my friend Memory, Mister Night and Miss Hacker, and everyone else... but I think that hope is stupid..."

"Well, having a little hope is okay, it can't hurt to be a little hopeful. I miss Miss Pink too, and I still hope she'll come back to us... and I think I'll keep hoping. We can hope on things together, okay?"

"Okay, Miss Mayor... would you like a drink? I can make you one."

"I'd love a drink, Party of the Dawn."

END

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" Where... where the fuck are we?"

"You think I know? Ugh... my watch's map is all messed up, it just keeps saying DATA NOT FOUND."

Theater of Darkness, coming soon♪

#mod ghost #idv #ellie's essence #long post #THE ESSENCE LORE... #I FINALLY FINISHED IT it's been so long i hope you like the lore. i know some of you were curious to what it was #the lore was so fun to do. i likey. #also... the Amy in the end... she's old[er] and Angeline [the mayor] titled her similar to Liam's title and i think it's. cute. :) #ALSO THERE'S STILL SOME SPOTS OPEN SO UHHHHH #also DW skin... it's an s tier because I think the idea is S tier worthy

[eldritch-spouse]

Hi I wonder how would Gallon react if Cygnus comes working in the bar with a maid dress?

[I can't tell if you're trolling or not, but you just tapped into one of my biggest weaknesses- Hhhh maid dresses. Let's go with an AU where Cygnus works there.]

(Minors dni)

Cygnus belongs to -> @inthenameofantares

Gallon is usually a monster of many eloquent words, avid banter with his fellow coworkers is to be expected, especially folk who pass by the bar relatively often like Grimbly and Morell. The newest addition to the bunch, this curious illithid going by "Cygnus" was not exempt from Gallon's constant chatter- He just likes talking, it helps drive monotony away. But Gallon has to admit, his talks with the mindflayer are some of the most stimulating! The illithid is very clearly cultured in a myriad of topics, it frankly eludes the slime how much boundless knowledge is compacted in that noggin of theirs. Gallon likes to think of himself as a monster with a modicum of wisdom to his name, yet compared to Cygnus, he is more akin to a sweet Summer child. He's pretty sure the illithid is younger than him too...

Eitherway, Gallon is grateful to have the new help around. Cleaning the many messes left by lousy patrons around the bar has never been easier. The establishment itself does some very basic cleaning, but it misses all the greasy nooks and filthy crevices that irritate Gallon to no end. He tried getting the head waiter to help numerous times, but Grimbly is a petty, lazy little annoyance that refuses to do anything for anyone without considerable compensation. In other words, not worth the trouble. Delighted is how the barman felt when he discovered the tall illithid had a similar distaste for unfinished jobs- In fact, the mindflayer's proclivity for neatness might rival his own! Finally, someone with standards. Gallon was surprised to find himself looking more and more forward to closing hours, wherein he and Cyngus could converse unhindered while cleaning.

Another shift has just started and Gallon is getting restless while he fulfills the first orders of the day on auto-pilot. Cygnus was supposed to have arrived half an hour ago. Being late is uncharacteristic of the mindflayer, they're punctual and responsible, the real good boy type. Did something happen to him? Working at The Clergy has its dangers, yes, but Krulu doesn't accept weaklings into his staff. The administrator and them evaluated Cygnus, the illthid is certainly powerful enough to hold his own should someone come for him! But then, why is he not here yet? Is he planning to quit? After all this effort to-

" Heh- Why tha long face? "

Gallon snaps out of it, finding Fasma on his counter, as usual. A dangerous glint in his darkened eyes. A stray tendril slides a shot of plain human whiskey towards the plasma monster.

" Remove your grubby little feet from my counter, phantasm. " Gallon sneers, to which the other merely rolls his eyes. " Cygnus is late. I have a bad feeling about this... " He sighs.

Were it literally any other one of his coworkers, Gallon would be laughing and mocking them for how much trouble they'll be in when Krulu gets word of their tardiness. Fasma immediately notes the change in demeanor, much to the slime's chagrin.

" Yer soft for him, aren't you? " Fasma gleefully jabs, features twisting into a sharp jeer.

" I don't recall you going anywhere near the lengths you go for Breg with any other client of yours. " If Fasma was jabbing, then Gallon was stabbing.

The plasma monster's face scrunches. " I genuinely pity tha guy, there's a difference Gallon. Besides, I don't wanna fuck him. "

" And what is that supposed to imply- "

" Hopefully I'm not too late? "

The commotion settles immediately. Fasma spits his drink out.

There, standing at the end of the counter, is the so fabled illithid. In a tightly fitted, frilly dark maid dress, matching thigh-highs and everything. There's even... An apron, and the latex gloves. Why did- Is he...? Gallon's eye intensely rakes across the illithid's visage, he starts losing consistency in the slime that comprises his lower tendrils. What he wouldn't do to bend Cygnus over the counter right now. That dirty, filthy, gorgeous cock-tease of a mindflayer showing up to an establishment of degenerates dressed like a slut in heat. Oh Gallon will show him-

Cygnus' cyan eyes lower suggestively as he returns the yellow monster's gaze. Yeah okay, maybe he should control his thoughts around the mind-reading monster, for his own sake.

Gallon coughs. " No, not at all. Please come in, we're running behind. "

The illithid does as told, waltzing in to set his personal belongings down in the back of the bar, Gallon can only helplessly examine the sway of his hips while he walks. He wonders if Cygnus bothered to get matching underwear, maybe something like lacy lingerie or- Nope, not thinking about it. Not. Thinking. About. It.

" Interestin' take on a dress code. " Fasma murmurs quietly, wiping the spittle from his chin. There's a light gray dusting his cheeks, but it doesn't compare to Gallon's carrot blush.

" Indeed... "

[...]

" Heyaaa, you ringed? " Grimbly's bubbly pitch snaps Gallon out of yet another fevered daydream, the type that he sure hopes Cygnus isn't tuning into right now.

" Yes. Took your sweet time, did you? " He grumbles.

" Yeah? Well, I'd like to see your spindly ass race between floors 0 and 1 all day! Hurry up already, cheese stick. " The small bat-like monster lands on the stool, face in his hands while those wide magenta eyes sear holes into the barman. He spins the stool around for an extra obnoxious effect. If ever he could legally strange someone-

" Ah, there you go! Sorry for the wait, I came in late today. " Says a soft low voice directly to Gallon's right, an elegant gloved hand nudging the tray containing three perfect Twisters in Grimbly's way. He shivers at the proximity. This fucking illithid has been driving him insane for hours now.

The winged monster gasps. " Oh my heavens! That is soooo cute, I love everything about it! Where did you find this? You have to tell me Cygnus, please? Come on, that is like the cutest maid dress ever, I want one too- I want one just like that! It's so- "

" Yes yes, we get it Grimbly. It's pretty. Scamper off now, you have work to do. " The slime groans in exasperation, practically having to push the shorter monster off the counter with how many questions he's launching at his coworker. He knew this would happen, he just knew. Everyone just has to stop by and give their two cents on how cute Cygnus looks- As if the slime didn't know better. They just want to provoke him.

Cygnus merely chuckles at the other's excitable nature, waving off Grimbly's loud requests to meet him during break time as he is quite literally pushed out of earshot by Gallon's many tendrils.

When the slime monster returns, a very strained grin on his face, the mindflayer barely has enough time to glance back and make a sly comment before he's shoved chest down onto a darkened corner of the counter. Gallon blankets his form slowly, a tentacle coiling around the illithid's neck while another pushes his frilled skirt up to ruthlessly swat his plump ass. His yelp goes ignored.

Gallon lowers to where Cygnus' ear would be, casting an ominous red glow on the other's face.

" You're quite the troublesome whore today, aren't you? "

#Gallon oc #inthenameofantares #this got so long yikes #I wanted to make it even longer tbh

[kulemii]

random things about my ocs (and aizawa because why not)

Masato is quite impressive on the dance floor. It doesn't take him long to find his rhythm no matter what is playing. Chances are if music is playing, he can be found gently shimmying his shoulders and nodding his head if he's not already begun to tap his feet. It's funny, he used to be an absolute wallflower up until he reached his twenties. He never would have danced before! Sure, his mom made him dance with her a bit as a kid but the way he feels about dancing now is... different. Though his clubbing days are long over, those nights in Gunma transformed him and although he could've gone without all the drama- he does miss the nights when he could knock back a few with his boys after a long shift and just let the music move him.

Arika has a few scrapbooks now. The hobby originally started as a way to document something more nefarious that she simply wanted to 'keep up with' but she realized that she could do it for other things as well. More wholesome things. With the help of the polaroid camera Kenji gave to her as a gift after she graduated college and her bucket of craft store supplies, she's committed to making the cutest scrapbook imaginable. At any point in time her coffee table has a messy pile of polaroids just waiting to be snipped/taped onto stationary. She's got a perfectly healthy, perfectly normal collection of photos of Goro mixed in the pile. Why do you ask?

Maria was a bit of a coffee snob. It was a pain for anyone to get her to agree to join them for coffee at a café that hasn't gotten her prior stamp of approval. Masato was always the more adventurous of the two of them and he'd have to combat her "Well, I just don't know if I'll like their coffee.' with a "How will you know if it's not good if you never even try it Mãe? C'mon, I know your tastes just trust me'. But even when she reached the counter that didn't mean that she was convinced. She was always polite about it when she'd ask in her sweet, careful but accented Japanese for "a simple cup of hot, black coffee, please." Her son took her to PLENTY of cafés but there were only a handful that she truly liked. In the end, as long as she had a functioning coffee machine at home and her preferred coffee beans were still just a train ride away, she was perfectly satisfied having coffee at home while she watching tv. No, exploration necessary.

Edna has a voice so powerful that she could bring one of the most powerful men in Japan to his knees and quite frequently does- to tears, even. When she sings, her voice comes from somewhere deep within her but it sounds like a million angels are calling out to the room instead and it can leave anyone with goosebumps. When Hiro first heard her sing- he cried. It wasn't just a few tears either, he sobbed. Hideously. She's brought Kenji to tears as well but he knew how to play it off, at least. With each member of her small family spread across the country to live their own lives while she stays in her private care unit, on her better days, there's no one to bring to tears with her song but herself... but no one could ever know that or they'd worry and she can't have that.

Hiro has a private bar room at the Wynn Royale on... permanent reserve, where he goes to unwind after a long day or sometimes entertain some guests of his. Classy place. He's aptly named it The Place so that when it comes up in conversation in front of people who aren't aware- and something major is going on, no one knows exactly what they're speaking of. Only authorized staff are allowed to enter The Place, they may have been employed by Wynn Royale but they only get authorization from Hiro. Naturally, authorization comes with clearance levels. For example, waiters are authorized at tier 1, entertainers are authorized at tier 3 but the bartenders- and there are 3 of them- are tier 5. Things can... happen at The Place and after a signal, the waiter is long gone, and the pianist ushered out, the bartender is prepared to serve more than drinks... Very classy place.

Kenji used to be a glorified errand boy when he was living with the Namikawa's, that was how he earned his Itou stripes. One of his responsibilities required, not driving Hiro around, Hiro had his own driver. Actually, he had to drive Edna and Arika around instead. It was a test and the kid passed with flying colors. After Hiro gave him money for a startup, his first goal was to earn enough to buy himself his own car- one just like the Namikawa car, newer though and sleeker, cooler. Naturally, he did and he hasn't missed an opportunity to cherish that car since... It's become a source of stress relief, even! When he's stressed, a late night cruise with the right cassette and a cigarette or two never seems to fail him. He's no loner though, he doesn't mind good company. Sit in silence or chat his ears off, just don't turn your nose up at his music selection.

#kulemiisplayhouse #<-my new general oc tag <3 i got so many fucking ocs i should be ashamed of myself #and those aren't even all of them- these are just kinda mains #i have side characters that i wanna start talking about #especially with doal stuff coming out #like those friends i referred to in aizawa's bit 😢 so many little guys and gals #aizawa masato #masato aizawa #arika namikawa #namikawa arika #hiroshi namikawa #hiroki itou #edna namikawa #edna smith #maria da silva #maria aizawa #kenjiro hara #hara kenjiro #shinjiro itou

[blorbocedes-side]

If you write more about the Gone girl!au, I would absolutely read all of it. It was very good and absolutely perfect because it annoys me a lot that so many stories have Nico being the b*tch, which is fair he is, but Lewis is not the saint either and that's what compelling about them, both of them are bad, specifically for each other.

Also who would be Andie in is au?

And I don't think you are shawdow banned? I can see your posts in tags and your name does show up in search bar.

omg anon you're so sweet 😭 but those were Gillian Flynn's words, I ripped it straight from the book and changed the pronouns/names. i do agree wholeheartedly that brocedes is best portrayed when they're both terrible (because they were! to each other! go watch how many times lewis didn't give him enough space and forced him to go wide 😭) and the bitchiness is what makes it more compelling.

gone girl au!nico lives in my head rent free (girlbossing) and if I ever come up with an F1 equivalent plot line maybe I'll write it!

Andie HAS to be George Russell... right? 😭😭😭 like the barely legal, hero worship (altho gussy couldn't hold a candle to emrata's gorgeous tits) but then the SWITCH UP -- standing with the Rosbergs to talk about how Lewis manipulated/abused his power (if it secures him a Mercedes seat)

Officer Boney is Bono for obvious reasons.

As for the shadowban I still don't know 😭 let me know if you can see this post! I've contacted staff but no response yet and no messages tab still :(

#gone girl au #brocedes #blorbocedes ask

[elibeeline]

Imma need it to start raining bc i i'm not actually mentally prepared to do a potential eight hour shift tomorrow

#if the rain starts now then i know its here and my boss can call before i even get out of bed tomorrow #she'll be like 'ye were not opening today' and i'll be like 'fantastic thank u :3' #i don't actually mind eorking for eight hours #i just don't like the 'working with the bar staff in the last hour' and the 'youll need to get a lift from one of them' #(otherwise ill have to walk home at 8pm and besties i don't pass as masc bc i don't wear my binder to work) #(it's too much exercise and it's a shitty tiny amazon binder i can't wear for more than five hours before my ribs ache) #it's not that i don't like the bar staff! they're all very sweet but they're also all like 6'0 and all best friends #like i feel bad for giving input to their conversations

[heich0e]

hello liv😔 dumblr probably didnt send the ask i sent earlier so im here again,, andd i just read your kita and kuroo wips and holy shit dbshshsh losing my mind here im soo fking excited for those and also umm if youre still posting wips then may i beg for some crumbs of that one atsumu fic where the reader works as a bartender? :0 i read the wips soo long back and it still hasn't left my mind 😭 no pressure!! ILY MWAHHH <3

HELLO SWEET FIR A BIG OL TSUMU SNIPPET JUST FOR U

sorry if i have already posted this i can't track down the original snippets :(

It becomes a routine after that.

Miya comes in on Friday nights, some exorbitantly beautiful woman on his arm, and is always quickly seated at a table the front of house staff had kept waiting for him. A standing reservation.

Moments after that, he rises to approach you at the bar.

He’ll offer you some minute detail about his date (though occasionally it is mercifully pertinent to their drink preferences--like a spirit they enjoy, or a flavour they're partial to) and you're left to come up with a cocktail that will appeal to them.

“So, what’s the story with this one?” he asks one evening, a few months into the little ritual that has settled between you, leaning over the counter as you prepare a drink for his lady of the week (his hints tonight being: daughter of a mogul, refined tastes, wants to get fucked up.)

“Comes from Monaco. They say the queen devised the recipe herself--all the bubble of champagne but twice the punch. Ladies weren’t allowed to drink hard liquor without it being seen as unbecoming, so this was a way they could get away with it and still have a good time.” You strain the slightly green tinted drink into the waiting champagne flutes below the shaker, watching as the frothy liquid pools in the basin of the polished glass.

“Nice.” the man nods approvingly as you top both drinks off with a healthy pour of champagne. The colour of the drink softens even further with the addition of the effervescent wine, and in the dim light of the bar, you can hardly even tell it isn't pure champagne.

You slide the drinks over to his waiting hands. “Two imperials for your prim and proper date.”

“She won’t be proper for long." Atsumu winks at you over the counter and you wrinkle your nose in distaste.

Your interactions with your newest regular customer have also shifted in the weeks since he’d started bothering you with his patronage--far less professional than the tone you’d tried (poorly) to maintain on his first few visits to the bar.

“Revolting,” you mutter.

“Thanks again! I’ll let you know how this one goes.”

“Just leave me a nice tip,” you say dismissively, wiping down the bartop with a clean cloth to prepare for the next drink orders waiting to be filled.

“I always do,” the man chirps, flashing you the same grin he always does--charming, self-assured, and utterly carefree--as he steps away towards his waiting date once more.

But he's right: for all of Atsumu’s shenanigans, he always leaves you a very generous tip at the end of the night. He always makes sure to stop by on his way out--one arm wrapped around the waist of whatever absurdly good looking woman he’s conned into going out with him that week--to tell you that they loved their drinks and to slide a neatly folded stack of bills towards you across the counter.

He's annoying, but he's single-handedly financing your habit of buying the really good ice cream on your weekly grocery trip, so you don't complain much.

You watch as Atsumu crosses the length of the room to return to his table--this week he's seated at one not far from the bar, affording you the perfect view of him sliding into his seat, handing one of the two drinks you’d just carefully prepared to the woman waiting for him.

She takes a sip and smiles, and you watched as Atsumu reaches out to brush a piece of hair behind her ear, his touch lingering just a moment longer than is strictly necessary.

You look away with a roll of your eyes, setting to work on the numerous orders that had come in since you’ve been busy preparing his drinks.

He really is completely shameless.

#HEHE #HOPE U LIKE IT BUBS #liv got mail #hq writing #wip

[scorpionyx9621]

Robins at the Airport

So a fun fact about IRL me is that I work in shipping & logistics and I work closely with a lot of the major airlines as both vendors and customers. And it had me thinking. How do the Robins fly? (And no I don't mean with their suits lol)

Also I'm aware that Bruce is a billionaire. Bruce without a shadow of a doubt has not only a private jet but access to a lot of personal travel supplies. That being said, even though some of our boys have definitely flown on Bruce's jet. I have no doubt since most of them are adults now, if they wanna travel they're probably flying commercial.

I'm also a filthy ♌ Leo Sun ♌ and fire signs stereotypically love to travel. So! Here's the Robins and their travel traditions.

Tim Drake

Tim is interesting because he, like Damian, actually grew up with money. Like. The Drake's were in the same tax bracket as Bruce.

Tim likes to travel and has flown everything from small little turboprops to big commercial jets to his family's and Bruce's private jet.

I feel if Tim is going commercial he's that guy who arrives at the airport 4 hours before his flight. He's catching a 7pm flight? Expect Tim to be there at 3pm.

He's that person who can find an outlet by his gate, get some overpriced airport coffee and/or food at a standard fast food restaurant, and wait down the time for his plane to arrive.

Tim dresses pretty smartly but casually. Usually a button up and some jeans with some tennis or boat shoes that are easy to slip off in security.

I don't think Tim sleeps on planes easily unless it's a red-eye. But he does just spend his time on his phone or on his laptop either watching movies or doing coding to kill time.

Dick Grayson

Prior to inheriting all that fortune from Alfred Dick loved to travel and loves airports. Both for the people watching and the jet-set atmosphere.

Traveling around alot as a child helped out with that. The Flying Grayson's almost always traveled by car so anytime Dick gets to go on a plane he gets excited.

Dick has a fascination with Technology and I can certainly see Dick being a low-key Avgeek. Seeing how these huge planes carry hundreds of people across the sky through feats of human engineering is something that makes him smile.

That being said Dick is not often on time for traveling. He always either shows up WAY too early or he's sprinting through security because his flight departs in 45 minutes and he just got to the airport.

Hell even when Dick is EARLY he ends up running late for his flights because he always ends up eating at a restaurant/bar post security with the best views of the planes and loses track of time.

Dick has missed many a flight/connection because he gets lost in the moment much fo Bruce's chagrin. Granted dropping a couple hundred to rebook Dick at a moments notice is literally just a minor hindrance for billionaire Bruce Wayne.

That being said, more than once, Bruce has had to call a charter for a private jet to pick up Dick when he got stuck at an airport and he HAD to be on the last flight out from San Francisco to Newark or Gotham.

Dick can sleep on a plane no problem. None. It's one of the few times he does ever get truly good, restful sleep. Much to the shock of everyone.

Dick always wears something athletic for flights. Usually sweats or compression pants and a hoodie with tennis shoes. He always carries his Nightwing outfit in his carry-on though much to the chagrin of his family.

Damian Wayne-Al Ghoul

BRAT

He's that person I, myself, would hate at an airport. He demands to fly private all the time because he can't be bothered to deal with the riff-raff of us poors.

He gets better as he gets older though. He still demands to fly first class at a BARE minimum and will give Bruce hell for it regardless.

Damian may be a bit snobbish when it comes to trying restaurants but he always wants to eat before he gets on a plane because plane food is gross to him.

He's fine most times though. Like Tim if you plant him in front of an outlet and give him a sketchpad and/or his video games/manga he'll be fine.

On a flight he's always very respectful to the flight staff but he will use them for what they're worth. He takes full advantage of all the perks he's given. He's not old enough to drink but he certainly will take advantage of the snacks he can get (Damian insists on flying Delta because he loves the Biscoff cookies. He doesn't like many sweets, but Biscoff cookies are his weakness.)

Damian is way too vigilant to sleep on a flight. Even if it's a red eye and even if he's flying private. He just can't seem to find a way to be comfortable.

Damian is like Dick, casual and comfortable in dress. It's an airport not a gala.

Jason Todd

So fun fact: we actually have a canon representation of Jason on a regular flight from Red Hood & The Outlaws!

Boy literally wore a blazer on a flight while Roy wore a freaking Tank Top lmao. And he was uncomfortable with Roy's behaviors but flirted with a flight attendant and one of my personal favorite minor characters/love interests in Red Hood's lore, Isabel Ardila.

Jason is also like Dick in that he actually really enjoys traveling. That being said, being legally dead and not on Bruce's best terms means Jason's a well-versed economy traveler.

I read somewhere that Jason has a small personal fortune from the assassinations he's done. But I think he still chooses to fly economy when he can. He sees flying first class as unnecessary and would rather use airline miles for free tickets than free upgrades.

Is a master of getting crap past the radar (it's called checked bags friends. Also if Jason needs to move heavier firepower he knows it's easier to just ship that shit ahead of him.

He's like Damian in that he gets everything he can out if a service. Free pretzels? You bet. Complementary drink? Give him a coke with extra ice (it's canon he likes extra ice in his drinks)

He's always extra nice and polite to all the flight staff and any TSA he sees because Jason knows he's a monster and has to work extra hard to blend in.

#Jason todd #dick grayson #tim drake #damian wayne al ghul #robins #batfam #rants #posts for me but you all can enjoy too if you want.

[anystalker707]

You wish (1/2)

Pairing: Frank Iero x [non-binary, afab] Reader Word counting: ~ 2 200 Genre: Enemies to lovers Summary: Reader is the only one who doesn't take Frank's shit, but all the bickering eventually turns into flirting.

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A sigh escapes my lips as I finish cleaning the last glass and put it under the counter along with the others before setting the cloth aside. It's going to be a busy night because, apparently, a band is going to play in the club tonight and that usually brings a lot of people in. On the other hand, at least Mikey is helping me today – let's hope he doesn't fuck up with anything, but if he does, it's Gerard's problem and not mine, after all.

"Hello," a guy greets as sitting down on one of the stools.

I raise an eyebrow at him, glancing at his clothes; white, with a hand drawn black symbol on the shirt. Probably someone from the staff considering we haven't opened yet. The club is empty apart from me, the cleanse people and the ones putting the stage up. "Hi."

"A beer, please." He presses his lips together into a smile, watching me moving to grab what he asked, pouring the drink into a glass before I set it in front of him and throw the can away. "Thank you..." It's clear he wants to know my name, but I don't say anything, carrying on with my job, and proceed to clean the empty area of the counter. He frowns. "What's your name? Nice to meet you, I'm Frank."

"I'm just the one in charge of the bar," I reply simply. Giving attention to everyone isn't something very wise to do and something I didn't learn easily; most of the idiots sitting around the bar will just insult me in the moment I reject them or say gross things, so talks certainly should be avoided. Even if it isn't from a customer.

"Aw, you're not funny!" His words don't sound genuine tho, the disappointment is hidden under certain amusement. "'Bet you don't have many clients while acting like that!"

Cool, just like predicted. To be honest, getting rid of this stain here is more interesting.

"Hi, hi," Mikey greets and I glance back to see him walking in with a smile, "oh, hey, Frank! Didn't know you'd be the one playing here tonight!" He moves to next to Frank leaning his side against the counter. I observe them for a brief moment – so Mikey knows the punk, huh?

"Yeah," Frank replies excitedly, "Gerard could help us with it, so..." He shrugs, smiling. "Didn't know you work here, either."

"I don't," Mikey chuckles. "I just help here once in a while."

"Laze around, you mean," I add, glaring at Mikey. He gasps, widening his eyes, but I speak up before he's able to say anything. "Not to mention that your last time here costed us two glasses, you butter fingers. Thank hell Gerard is the only one to be scolded!"

"C'mon, you know how difficult it is to handle these," he groans. "You're just being annoying."

"And rude," Frank adds under his breath. "'Won't talk with me."

Mikey raises an eyebrow at Frank before chuckling. "Not surprising. I wouldn't talk with you either if you showed up like that, even more knowing how you can be—"

"Stop, you're supposed to be helping me!"

"(Y/n) is just this way, c'mon!" Mikey shrugs. "And you're annoying. I bet they were just doing their work." He glares, moving to serve Frank a can of soda this time after he pushed his glass forward while muttering something. I can't help but to glance at them with an amused smirk, having fun in watching how Frank shoots me a bitter look and Mikey is being suspiciously nice today.

"Cut off the sweet talk, Mikey," I say as approaching them, putting the cloth away for real this time. "I'll love you more if you work more. And you." I turn to Frank. "Yeah, you're annoying."

While Mikey chuckles, a long and dramatic whine comes from Frank. "You just met me! You're the annoying one! And even rude!"

"I don't go around attacking people for free, Frank." I shrug, leaning back against the counter with a sigh. "And insulting me because I didn't do what you wanted me to? What are you, five?" I hold back a chuckle, rolling my eyes. Part of what I'm doing is because I am not going to take his shit, but it is also entertaining seeing how Frank can react.

As predicted, the night ends up being quite agitated, but Mikey and I do have a break during the concert since people focus more on the music instead of getting drinks, what gives us the opportunity to pay attention to it too. It's a bit difficult seeing them – LeATHERMOUTH, that's the name – because of the low stage and huge crowd, in a way most of what I can see resumes itself to Frank jumping around like crazy, though he sometimes disappears in what I presume to be kneeling on the ground and my suppositions he has any sanity left are erased when I see him with the cable wrapped around his head. Cool.

Frank returns after the show is over, asking for a drink and, once again, using that shitty attitude that I do not take.

Through the time, Frank's band makes more shows in the club and, if it wasn't for Mikey there – consequently –, I probably wouldn't be sharing any word with him again. He is annoying. It is literally impossible to talk to him for longer than five seconds without being attacked and receiving a rude remark, even if it turns into some kind of weird flirting through the time.

I suppress a sharp sigh when seeing Frank approaching after another show came to an end – even so, it's still early in the night and another band took over when they left the stage.

"G'night, what d'you want?" Pete, who is also working in the bar today – because Mikey couldn't make it due to something related to Electric Century, if I'm not wrong –, is free and approaches Frank in the moment he takes a seat on a stool across the counter. Thank hell, maybe I don't have to deal with the dumbass today.

"I actually want (y/n) to fix me a drink, thank you," Frank replies without any pity and I need to hold back a chuckle at Pete's reaction; Frank smirks a bit as meeting my gaze.

Throwing the Cosmopolitan in the glass, I push it towards the woman, finally moving towards Frank. "Hey, rat, good concert. Would've been better if you weren't there." I grin, leaning forward on the counter with my hands on the edge of it.

"Very funny!" He rolls his eyes, twisting his mouth a bit. "I bet watching me performing would be the best part of your night if it actually wasn't talking with me."

"You wish, you're always counting the seconds to come here annoy me," I breathe, shaking my head. "Anyways, what do you want?"

"I'm actually not up for much alcohol today..." Frank hums thoughtful as looking at all the drinks behind me while placing his elbow over the counter and resting his cheek against his palm. "I was going for a Manhattan, but fix me a Spritz instead."

"As you wish," I mutter while moving to grab the bottles I need then coming back to prepare the drink.

"So, Mikey isn't here today?" Frank asks and I slowly nod in response.

"Yeah," I reply after a moment, having been focused on getting the right quantity of each drink in a way it isn't too bitter or too boozy, just as he likes it, "apparently he had something else to do, so we fixed someone else." I mix everything before throwing it inside a glass with ice, adding a rosemary branch for the looks, and push it towards him. "I needed to endure you moaning your ass off on that stage all by myself, unfortunately."

Frank snorts as taking the drink, shaking his head to himself. "Shut up, you wish you were the one to be making me moan like that." He takes a sip of the drink and raises his eyebrows lightly, quickly taking another sip of it.

I roll my eyes, not worrying if my reaction is dramatic as I pretend to gag. "I actually wish I was the one wrapping the cable around your neck, y'know?"

"Aw, babe," Frank groans, looking up at me from under his eyelashes, "I'd love that."

The words set a silence between us for a moment, in which I glare at Frank with disbelief and he's got that fake innocent look on, batting his eyelashes while looking at me. His look gives me this weird feeling in my chest, but I look away before I can identify whether it's good or bad, cursing under my breath at the same time he starts laughing.

"You're terrible," I tell Frank, moving away once seeing a guy taking a seat.

"A Paloma, please," the guy asks and I nod, moving to do as asked.

"I'm the best, actually," Frank replies in his usual smug tone and I can't help but to laugh, sarcastically agreeing.

"Here." I hand the guy his drink, sighing as moving to take a few empty glasses away from the counter and hand it to Pete so he can go clean them.

"Thank you, baby." The guy winks at me and here we go again. I ignore him. "What's your name? You a cutie, aren't yah? When is your shift over? Maybe I could take you home," he insists, but his words just turn into a background noise that I try to ignore as moving to the back to put away the bottles I've used. "Oh, you gonna play it difficult? 'Bet you—"

"Can you please leave them alone?" Frank's voice cuts in and I need to glance back to make sure I'm not making things up and there is Frank, glaring at the guy. "C'mon, man, if they're not giving you attention, that's a no. Accept it nicely and don't make it obvious how frustrated with yourself you are."

"Who even do you think you are?" The guy retorts bitterly.

"I'm just—"

"Y'know what, I'm not coming here anymore," the guy grumbles to himself and just downs the drink before he stands up and disappears among the crowd. Frank and I share a confused look before shrugging.

"Thank you, I guess," I sigh as walking back to Frank, leaning on the counter with my forearms over it and we're about the same level. I observe him for a moment, thinking about what he did, and there's this feeling in my stomach again. Butterflies? No, no, no. Not for him. I try my best to not let him know about what's going in my mind, not looking away from him.

"Don't worry." He smirks and that's just Frank. He's always smug and convinced of himself, not afraid of saying what he thinks or feels. What an idiot. For real, I like it. "You deserved it."

"Honestly, I don't know how to react," I confess, "because, since we met, it's been sounding like you're going to throw me from a cliff in the moment you have the opportunity to."

"I'm not like that, (y/n)," he breathes, eyes drifting down for a second as he bites back an awkward smile. "I, um— You're actually really nice. I just like fucking around with you." He shrugs and looks down at his glass, playing a bit with the remaining ice cubes. I keep observing him, not replying, so he looks at me again, raising an eyebrow.

Y'know what? Fuck it.

I glance down at Frank's lips and a red tone immediately takes over his cheeks with it, but I just lean in and am actually surprised by him meeting me halfway. I can still taste the Spritz on his lips, faintly, what ends up irrelevant under how nice and surprisingly soft they feel against mine. His mustache brushes lightly against the skin under my nose, tickling it, something I try to ignore as cupping his face and deepening the kiss as he places his hand over mine.

There's this feeling in my stomach again, followed by a nice tingling sensation that goes down my spine while a warm sensation fills my chest. Okay; it feels right, for once.

"I'm driving you home," Frank mutters against my lips, a bit breathless, just like me.

"Yeah, that'd be nice." I smirk a bit as we gaze at each other for a moment and I'm not sure about what'd happen next, but we are interrupted by Pete before I can find out. Idiot.

"Stop making out and go back to work, (y/n)," he calls from the other side of the bar and I sigh heavily, rolling my eyes as I move towards the couple who just approached the counter. "I'm going to tell Mikey about it!"

"You are not going to tell Mikey!" I glare at Pete before turning to the couple, asking what they want and quickly putting myself to prepare the two Martinis.

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Part 2

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Meant To Be || One For Every Billion

6. By My Side | Pt 5

It takes you just a moment to understand his last message but you're already looking up as the dots are being connected and there he is, walking towards you with a real smirk on his real face.

So when he reaches you, you immediately say, "Definitely cute." and watch his mouth drop as he blushes.

Pretty boy didn't think you'd say it, did he? People should really know better than to dare you.

Although he gathers his composure pretty fast, responding after a beat, "Not cuter than you."

You laugh and shake your head, finishing the rest of your drink before standing, "Do you want anything?"

"I'm good, I just had a milkshake from the snack bar on the corner."

He moves to let you pass by him, following your lead as you move to exit the lounge and comment, "That's how you got here so fast. Where are the others?"

"Decided to do their own things, I guess. I think Maki was tired. I don't know what Iwa-chan and Mattsun are up to."

"Uh huh." You had a pretty good idea. They're probably busy being some of the best wingmen ever. That or Toru just ditched his friends, but you don't think he'd really ever do that.

But he'd also be complaining a little more that they ditched him if he didn't have some sort of idea so... you don't know what to think. Which is becoming a constant issue in his presence but it doesn't feel bad or scary.

At this point, you're not going to question it. If everyone is okay and happy, then you're going to focus on the now. Toru is really good at bringing that out in you, you realize as you come to a stop in the warm night air.

Turning to face him with a smile, you ask, "So, then, any requests from the birthday boy?"

His eyes light up with excitement and he responds, "Yes, but it's a surprise!"

"Okay, but.. shouldn't I be surprising you?" You question as he starts to lead you away from the lounge entrance.

"You already did! Now I know we have all night to enjoy the rest of the park."

"Or at least until it closes in a couple hours."

"Then we can gather anyone who's still up and have a party in my room!"

"Yeah, that's real ambitious. We'll see on that but- what's first?"

He stops briefly when he sees a cotton candy stall and answers in his sing-song manner, "First, something sweet for my angel."

Oh he's so cute. Seriously. But you let him buy it for you before prompting, "And now?"

"And now," he looks over at you with a satisfied smile, "we enjoy a ride down a river in a boat." He reveals, just as the two of you reach the entrance to the small, peaceful dock.

"Don't they close the river rides after dark?"

"In ten minutes, actually. So we should hurry because it'll drop us off to our next destination."

You look at him in surprise as you both join the relatively short line. Did he have this planned for before, when he thought you were going to leave? It's a little bittersweet because that's really thoughtful but, it also makes you sad to realize that would mean that maybe he thought the two of you wouldn't see each other again until the next time you visited. It also made you question... Were you unintentionally pushing him away when you visited?

Or you're just overthinking as per usual and he just puts this much effort into it every time he's spending time with a girl he might like. Right.

The two of you reach the front of the line in just a couple minutes and listen to the instructions from the staff member who tries to hand you down into the automated boat. You say 'try' because Toru's hand cuts in between and he helps you instead, giving the guy a pretty condescending smile. He's not even threatened, just.. acting like there was no other possibility because, well, it's not even a contest. You can't lie, you like it.

You settle down and he gets in after you, pretty steady himself as he elegantly plops down into the seat next to you, his arms stretching forward for a brief moment before leaning back into the seat, shifting his legs forward, and placing his hands in his jacket pockets. And whatever he just did there.. that's pretty hot too.

As your boat moves away from the dock, you're struck by the romantic atmosphere of the ride. The quiet melody of the water you're gliding through, the trees dotting the sides of the river that sway with a breeze every so often, their branches reaching towards the water like the leaves are looking for a cool, gentle place to lay. You and Toru, under the stars that are peeking slightly out of the sky, like shy observers to your secret little adventure.

He isn't saying anything either, studying the environment and in his own thoughts you suppose, but you don't mind the silence. You do, however, offer him the cotton candy, tilting the base of the cone you're holding so it's angled towards him. He pulls a hand free from his pocket to reach out and grab a tuft of the cloud-like candy before popping it in his mouth with a smile.

"Do you think about where you want to be in the future?" He's looking up at the sky, head tilted back against the seat, when you look over at his question.

You bite your lip, considering what he's asking. You think way too much about it sometimes, you suppose. "How far in the future?"

He looks over at you in surprise, like he expected a quick answer instead of your clarifying question. Now it's his turn to think. "I guess in a few years, after graduating. What do you want to do?"

"What I want to do is probably very different from where I might be, I think."

"How so?"

You're both looking at each other, lost in another bubble together, so you try to be as honest to yourself as you want to be with him, "In an ideal world, I would either write or play volleyball. Realistically, I'll end up tied to... my family business more than I'd like. Which means I likely won't have the time or energy left to do the things I love."

His eyes are wide, you think he's realized he just turned a mountain, not a rock. Maybe even you wouldn't know what to say in response to someone who just said what you did. But then he surprises you yet again, "If you know what you want to do, what stops you from making sure that's where you end up instead, no matter what?"

"You know," you smile at him softly, "That's exactly the battle I'm currently fighting. So we'll see how it turns out, I guess."

"So," his voice turns teasing, "will you pick writing or volleyball, when you win?"

"Probably writing," you answer with a laugh, releasing the weight that just took a break on your shoulders.

"Why?"

"You love volleyball, right? So much that you can't see yourself doing anything but that for the rest of your life?"

He sends another shocked, wide-eyed look your way but you're surprised he doesn't realize how clear that is to read on him, how easily you figured it out really early in the course of your correspondence this past year. You tuck that away for another day and continue your answer to his question.

"I love both like that and, the way I see it, I'm lucky to be able to love more than one thing at a time. And because I do, they'll both always have a place in the future I want. So it's not really that I'm making a choice between one or the other, I'd be incapable of that. Volleyball will always be in my life, even if it isn't the same way it is now. It's just that I'll pursue writing as my vocation while continuing to enjoy volleyball however I can."

"So you won't go pro." He doesn't state it as a question but it sounds like there's still one in there somewhere.

"I don't think so. That's... a little more complicated."

He shifts to turn more towards you, pulling another piece of the cotton candy you're holding between the two of you and encouraging, "I've seen your videos, Y/n. You're as much, if not more, talented than either of your cousins."

You laugh again, "Aren't you a little biased, Oikawa?"

"Sure, but I'm still telling you the truth as I see it. You've already filled the gaps they lack as players, you almost seem to have none. You're part of the powerhouse teams in your region, even country. And you can only improve from there."

"Yeah. But it's not talent or skill or even anything about volleyball itself that makes me so sure about its role in my life."

"Do you want to talk about it?"

"I promise, I will another day. But I know it'll be a long discussion and I want to hear your answer."

"My answer?"

"Where you want to be after you graduate."

"Don't you already know?" His lips pull up into a confident smile, "Because you said it, Y/n-chan. I can't see myself doing anything but playing volleyball for my future."

"No matter how you get there?"

"No matter how I get there." He confirms, watching you with a tilt to his head, "But I will get there."

"Of that, I have no doubt. I've seen you play, too."

And like that, his smile twists into a satisfied smirk, "Just on video, huh? You still have to come to one of my games in person, though."

"Oh, I do, do I?" You're grinning as the two of you fall back into lighthearted teasing.

"Of course. I think there's still a thing or two I could teach you."

"I'm sure. Without a doubt."

By the time the boat reaches the end of its line, the cotton candy is completely gone, much like any space between you both. The two of you are just short of leaning into each other, your sides already pretty much pressed against each other for most of the fifteen minute ride, as you and Toru talked and joked about various things with only the blinking stars and swaying trees as your witnesses.

You take a deep breath in as your boat approaches the dock, starting to pull away from him slightly, but you also catch the now-familiar scent of some product Toru uses and it smells divine. It's the sort of scent that makes you want to lean into his chest or neck and just relax while he holds you.

Oh my god. You need to slap yourself. That was pathetic, right? And after just one romantic boat ride, holy shit. You still have another hour and a half to go unless you completely bail on him. And for what? Because you caught yourself slipping? Again?

Ugh. No. You're here to be a good friend. And okay, take it slow and see what else could be between the both of you. But that shit wasn't slow.

You've pulled away, physically and metaphorically, by the time your boat docks but you still accept his hand as he helps you off, blocking the attendant yet again. He doesn't pull away though and neither do you, so you're still holding hands as you and Toru walk to your next destination.

Just taking it slow. Right... Shit.

Turns out your next destination is the carousel. You two keep switching horses, messing around until you're politely removed. After which you hit up some of the rides like the one that spins really fast so that you're pressed back against the reclined wall, or the one where you sit in a claw that swings you up, down, around, etc.

Following that, it's mini coasters and then upgraded back to some of your favourite thrill coasters from earlier in the day. You tell him it's a completely different experience at night. After the first one, he agrees. So you two hit up four more.

By the time the two of you get off the last one, teasing and laughing about who was screaming louder (it was him, obviously), you only have a little over twenty minutes left before the park closes. So your hand finds Toru's, your fingers lacing together with ease and electric familiarity by now, and you pull him along in order to run back to the hotel through the remaining crowd.

"Why are we going back?" He's barely even out of breath as he easily catches up to race beside you, but you guess neither are you. Thank you, conditioning.

"It's a surprise!"

The concierge barely startles when he sees two teens just run through, raising his hand to call out before lowering it in defeat. You're already gone anyways. You reach the elevator bay and hit the button for your floor, thankfully the door to the middle one opens immediately with a smooth tone. When the two of you get in for the ride up to the top floor, the pace steadies and you're just looking at each other while you each catch your breath, then you burst out laughing again.

"Okay so you're still not going to tell me?" There's a little bit of mock attitude in his tone but it's washed away by his genuine smile.

"Just wait."

The elevator dings as it reaches your floor and you're pulling him out with the doors barely open. The two of you reach your room and you swipe the card over the lock, opening the door, pulling you both through and closing it in swift motions before letting go of his hand and running to the balcony.

"Come on!"

You look back to encourage him forward as you open the double doors and he strolls up to your side before you both step out together. Just as you reach the rail, faint music starts to drift up from the park's speakers, getting louder and louder until you can hear its strains clearly, playing the orchestral melody that indicates the park will be closing in fifteen minutes.

It's what you can see only from up here that you wanted to show him. Because with the music that plays, there are lights quite literally at every inch of the park that turn on in an incredible show.

Many people gather on the streets or at particular locations for the ground level view. But those are always crowded and honestly a pretty limited view of the show's true scale. It's the guests who have park facing rooms and know to stop for the view from their balconies at this time that experience the true and complete nature of the stunning spectacle.

"Wow." He barely says it, it's more like a word he releases with his breath, but you're so happy knowing you were right.

This is the perfect ending to an incredibly special day that deserves no less. You and Toru stand there, side by side for the full fifteen minutes, still under the carpet of stars that seem a little closer from up here. The two of you hold hands, arms and sides pressed against each other as you both lean on the balustrade and listen to the crescendos and decrescendos, glancing at each other with smiles and the occasional comment. Sometimes pointing to a corner or edge of the park laid out beneath you to pull the other's attention with a tug on your linked hands.

And when the music starts its final rise only to move into its final descent, you look instead at Toru and find him looking back at you. With your hands still linked, you lean into him further to place a soft kiss on his cheek, mirroring the one from a year ago, this on his other side. Then you lean back to look at his flustered but happy face with a soft smile and add your wish for him to your blessing-

"Happy Birthday, Toru."

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Behind The Scenes!

-ngl but that moment when Toru takes a seat in the boat was fully inspired by my memory of him at the Karasuno vs Shiratorizawa match, just after Iwa hops over the seat like wow, but then the way Oikawa stretches out from his previous position... just more wow. Sorry, I can't explain it. I love that scene (and the others with those two that follow) and I don't know if I'm the only one it stuck with like this...

A/N: Okay...time for the vent... I will be the first to say that I love Kuroo and Suna primarily, and both the Miyas are a close second.. but I DO NOT KNOW HOW OIKAWA KEEPS PULLING THIS ON ME like... this whole episode really got away from me again. I mean, I did like Oikawa as a close second to Kuroo (who's been my steady the whole time, js, it's unwavering) for a LONG time before being intro'd to Inarizaki but... then Suna just came in and turned my head until I was like.. Oikawa, who? But maybe this just goes deep, so I didn't know he was always still in there. He IS incredibly lovable after all, you can't change my mind about that, and I really respect him as a complex character and okay, yeah, I honestly can't remember who was my first between him and Kuroo at this point because I was simping for them both before I really even remembered their names (and was trying to avoid being teased by my bf for rewatching scenes with them since he had to bribe me to watch the show in the first place). Anyways, I don't know what I'm saying anymore since I desperately need to go to sleep, maybe for a whole day, so I hope you guys like this one! Because.. just, yeah. Toru <3 I guess

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