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even-disco-baby · 2 years

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SAVOIR FAIRE — You might not get another chance to talk with him like this. Ask him about himself! Get to know him!

ELECTROCHEMISTRY — *Really* get to know him.

YOU — “So… you’re an artist?”

SMOKER ON THE BALCONY — He looks at you with genuine surprise. “I… was a student. How did you know that, gendarme?”

YOU — “Your Sunday friend mentioned it.”

SMOKER ON THE BALCONY — “Did he, now?” He lifts an eyebrow. “And what did he tell you?”

EMPATHY — He seems skeptical, but it isn’t aimed at you.

YOU — “He said you were deeply enmeshed in all of the fine arts.”

SMOKER ON THE BALCONY — His smile turns a little wry. “How very… characteristic of him.”

DRAMA — By which he means, “That prick really doesn’t listen to anything I tell him,” sire.

YOU — “Is that… not true?”

SMOKER ON THE BALCONY — “No, gendarme,” he says, and despite his smile, he sounds sad. “I wouldn’t say I’m *enmeshed* so much as hanging by a thread. The atelier school across the river holds public figure drawing sessions, and I make the trip when I can, but… I haven’t been enrolled as a proper student in a long while.”

YOU — “Why not?”

SMOKER ON THE BALCONY — He chuckles, tapping his cigarette on the edge of the railing. “Take a wild guess.”

LOGIC — There’s a reason that this man and the atelier school are on opposite sides of the river.

YOU — “…Money?”

SMOKER ON THE BALCONY — “Beautiful. Got it in one.” He shrugs lightly. “Art costs money, artists have none. It’s a tale as old as time, gendarme.”

EMPATHY — It hurts him more than he cares to admit. He feels foolish for ever having dreamt of anything more than this. He’s long since accepted that this is as good as it gets: a cigarette under the stars, a skyline that fills him both with fondness and resignation.

INLAND EMPIRE — Have you ever loved anything like that? Past the point of resentment. Falling and loving the pit for how it catches you. For all the people at the bottom alongside you, trying to make it feel like home.

“I’m sorry. I hope you can go back someday.”

“Art shouldn’t be about money, anyway. A hungry artist is an artist with integrity!”

“Maybe you should consider a career change? Maybe I should, too. I’m even more broke than you are.”

“Is art not, at its core, about sharing an experience with others? Is every moment that we connect with another person not a performance of love and humanity? Is every sketch you hold onto not an experience that you are hoping to share with your future self? Your connection to the arts can never truly be severed. You are forever enmeshed.”

What the hell is up with that last one? Can’t I say it in a less pretentious way?

CONCEPTUALIZATION — Pretentious?! That came straight from the heart, you hack! But fine. If you want to sound like a total pleb, be my guest.

YOU — “I think you can be an artist even without the fancy atelier. A thread is still a thread.”

SMOKER ON THE BALCONY — He considers you for a long moment, his expression difficult to read with the city lights behind him. Then his eyes slide down to the cigarette butts at his feet, and he smiles again.

“I didn’t peg you as an optimist,” he says with the barest trace of a chuckle. “But… maybe you’re right. I’m not sure I could do the whole art career thing if it meant…” His sentence trails into the night with the smoke from his cigarette.

EMPATHY — “If it meant becoming a Sunday friend to Martinaise.” That’s what he was going to say.

YOU — “Maybe it doesn’t have to be a career. Maybe you can just be your beautiful self in beautiful Martinaise.”

SMOKER ON THE BALCONY — He laughs suddenly. Not his usual knowing chuckle, a *real* laugh. One that even he wasn’t expecting. “You think Martinaise is beautiful, gendarme?”

EMPATHY — He isn’t making fun of you. You just took him aback. In a good way.

YOU — “I do.”

SMOKER ON THE BALCONY — His smile reaches his eyes this time. The deep lines around them crinkle into crow’s feet. “I do, too. I wish everyone could see it…”

YOU — “I think they will, someday. I think something beautiful is going to happen.”

CONCEPTUALIZATION — Hey, that’s pretty good. You should use that.

SMOKER ON THE BALCONY — He tilts his head, regarding you thoughtfully.

CONCEPTUALIZATION — Almost like a painter examining his canvas, looking for potential.

SMOKER ON THE BALCONY — “…I think maybe something beautiful is already happening for you, gendarme,” he says softly.

VOLITION — Maybe so. You hope so.

#disco elysium #the smoker on the balcony #harry du bois #smoking tw #am i projecting onto the smoker on the balcony as an art student dropout? maybe. as a treat

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peoples-problem · 1 month

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I just watched the will scene translated in Spanish (both Latin American and Spain's version) for the first time to see what they did to translate it and, to be fair, I usually don't like to watch shows in a language that isn't the one I got used to (English, in this case) and the voices kind of take me aback a little but I pushed through it and came with the conclusion that there's an important phrasing that none of them respected: After Buck starts interrupting Eddie every time he mentions his own death, he starts playing around the term, not saying it directly, like "if I didn't make it", until he has to repeat the "it's in my will if I die" just to emphasize it and then they play around the phrasing again with the "if it came to that"

The Spanish version doesn't mention a will when he repeats himself (which I think is important because that phrase is meant to be as straight forward as it can) although it does a better job on dancing around the death implications better than the latin american one (idk how to explain it but that version sounds silly, like a comedy, probably it's a me thing tho)

Let me write this down bc I don't think people notice this enough so let's analyze it part by part:

(Fair warning: This is under MY opinion, idk shit about any of the translation process, I'm just bilingual, and it's ok to disagree with me but bare with me)

"You might have noticed that I almost died... again" doesn't change.

"I got a lot of close calls, this one wasn't even my closest one" changes a little but only because of slang, the spirit is the same (and +1 points to the Spanish version this part for making it feel more like friends taking instead of actors talking, although they have the advantage of having to translate to only one county with the same slang but idc)

Up until now most of the changes that are made are because of slang, they change the words I would use but not the actual meaning so it's fine but then:

"It got me thinking: What would happen to Christopher if I hadn't" is what Eddie says because he knows Buck doesn't want to think about his death, that they are not prepared to be so harsh about it, and the Spanish version does say it like that (+1 points for Spain); the Latin American version (as well as the Brazilian one, I think), however, translated it as "if I hadn't survived"

Then, when Eddie says "So, some day, if I didn't make it" the two (or three, I can't find the Brazilian one but the subtitles put it that way too) versions translated it as "I didn't survive" again

Now, the part of "Christopher would be taken care of... By you" is driving me insane because the Latin American version translated it as "Christopher would be under guardianship... Your guardianship" (which I might like even more than the original a little bit if I'm being honest, +1 points for LATAM), the Brazilian one (again, subtitles only, idk about the actual voices) can't be translated back to English without losing the suspense because it would be "Christopher would be your responsibility" but in the "yours" is grammatically placed at the end so that's like a cheat that keeps it like the original and then we have the Spanish one (and jfk what tf did they do there) that decided to go with "So someone takes care of Christopher. That would be you" idk what it is but I really hate it, it doesn't feel like he is leaving the blank or just adding a word to change the meaning completely, is a total addon and I just hate it

"It's in my will if I die you become Christopher's legal guardian" stays the same in Latin American and the Spanish one says "If I die you are Christopher's legal guardian" and I feel like, if you need to cut some parts because the dialog doesn't fit or whatever it is, I would have taken away the "if I die" part instead of the mention of the will because, if you are following someone's will then it's kind of obvious that they died, there's no need to clarify he died idk idc (and up until now they were winning but +1 to LATAM here)

"And how does that even work? Don't you need my consent?" stays almost the same but I'm petty and I like that the Spanish version kept the word 'consent' and Buck doesn't finish the first question, interrupting himself with the second one, while Latin America went with 'approval' (+1 points for Spain)

"My attorney said you could refuse" stays the same in both and then "But you know I wouldn't" "I know you wouldn't" changes because Latin America decided to change Eddie's part to "yes, I know" and I dislike it for two reasons: the original feels like a deeper knowing of each other, like he knows him so well that he even knows what he is about to say and he repeats it even while Buck hadn't finishing saying it, it feels more pure for me; this might be the dumbest reasoning I will ever use but it reminds me to a generic response on an Adam Sandler movie that uses childish comedy that takes me off the loop with the seriousness of the situation (is it dumb to give Spain points for that? Maybe, but I'll do it anyway)

"After Shanon left they all tried to get me to give Christopher to them" also changed, Latin America added a little bit of spice by saying "they tried to blackmail/extort me" (and God damnit I love that +1 for LATAM) but Spain went with "After Shannon died they wanted me to give them Christopher" like if they only started then, when in reality the worst part of this problem started when Eddie left El Paso so it just feels wrong to put it like that, like forgetting the whole 'dragging Christopher down with him' and that just won't do. (The Brazilian version is a true neutral that says "After Shannon everyone wanted Christopher with them")

"It's not what I wanted then, it's not what I want now", luckily, stays the same (minus slang, but there's a reason why there are two versions to begin with, the translation stays the same anyway)

"If it came to that... Wouldn't they fight for him?" Doesn't change.

"I don't know. Maybe. Probably" only feels different because of the voice actor, I really love Ryan's voice and it's hard to listen to the voices that are higher pitched than his so this part doesn't sound the same even tho it is.

"But no one would ever fight for my son as hard as you. That is what I want for him" doesn't change much either.

"You said you did this last year, why are you just telling me now?" ends up failing in both translations because of the 'just' alone although the Spanish one is quite a mess tbh because it goes "Why did you tell me that you did it, why are you telling me now" (I literally have no comments apart from wtf and why) while the Latin American has "And if you did it last year, why are you telling me now?" which is good at the beginning but I feel like the just really adds a weight to it that I would have loved there (but, tbf, this is a +1 points for LATAM moment)

"Because, Evan, you came in here the other day and you said you thought that it would have been better that it would have been you who got shot. You act like you are expendable... But you are wrong" is ALMOST the same except for the ending that has me without words because while it's the same I think the Latin American version changed things (Brazil also kept it like the original), yet again, to add a little bit more spice because, at the end, instead of pointing out that he thinks wrong, they went with "but you are not". Does it mean the same, at the end? Maybe, but it feels more like a reassurance than a correction, like a reminder that he is not expendable instead of wanting to let him know that he is thinking less of himself IDK (Argue with the wall here, +1 points for LATAM)

I swear I shouldn't get so passionate about this but I think it's really important and having two different versions of Spanish translations has always been a funny war between Spain and Latin America so I'm really used to comparing versions

(So with a sweet 5 against 4 points, LATAM wins this one; Brazil not participating only bc I couldn't find the audio and the subtitles are often different, the only reason why I added it was to emphasize things)

Anyway, thanks for coming to my Ted talk

#bilingual icks #Eddie's Will #im so not normal about this #911 #9-1-1 #911 fandom #eddie diaz #evan buckley #9 1 1 #buddie #translations #spanish #bilingual problems #911 season 4 #911 04x14

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spearheadrampancy · 4 months

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So... if you don't mind me asking how've you been?

hoo boy. yeah. tldr: alive!

quite a fair chunk of shit happened i think. when i redownloaded the app i weighed up if i was gonna make a post abt what's happened, but ultimately decided against it bc i wasnt sure how active i was gonna be. looks like the answer is very, so i might as well for anyone who's curious (:

on with the details in no particular order!

just before we stopped posting, we mentioned how the company we worked for announced big profits, an expenses-paid trip for the top employees, and also the tiny small news that the team we were on was getting downsized from 20 ppl total to about 3 (6 to 1 for my role specifically). well, we did end up losing our job completely because the company was unwilling to make reasonable adjustments so we could move to the same role in a different team (we don't have any legal grounds to take action unfortunately). but this was fine for us bc we grew jaded with how management was doing shit anyway. they also laid off about 700 people from across the company a few months later.

we spent months trying to find a job, and eventually applied to university on a whim. we got in! we're studying game design and are currently in foundation year (level 0) of the course. we were pretty worried about "fitting in" and suff but honestly we made friends instantly and it turns out a lot of lgbt autistic folks are studying game design foundation year. strange! (/s). its a little weird being part of the popular clique now.

we built a site. a real one! with colours and scripts and all that! a couple sites, actually, but only one is what we're comfortable sharing publicly (other site is sys member info for friends to reference). the site is on neocities, available here. we got really into coding for realsies around the time that we stopped posting. we also got into something called choicescript, but the site took priority as we use it as a digital portfolio. we also started practicing API work by making little tools for the discord bot pluralkit, but they are. uh. far from finished

we got an rgb bulb that actually works with shortcuts, so it inspired us to actually code shortcuts again. they're pretty advanced now; we have a series of them dedicated to forcing us to sleep (it obviously isnt working given i'm still awake at 4am !!), but they're really smooth and helpful

we started drawing properly again (i know we've posted a lot of art on here but most of it is low effort memes. and also none of it was trad art, which we got back into), in order to prep for being asked for a portfolio for uni. which we eventually didnt even get asked for. we opened an instagram account to post it to while we work on getting our art on our actual site, and recently a deviantart account for crossposting.

i stopped writing. i also largely stopped building on my ideas for games and comics and such. this was more because i had More Pressing Things to be writing about, like our CV, and our applications, but i havent really picked it back up. in a bit of a plateau of inspiration rn. wanna fix that though.

we started playing hotline miami, which we'd been meaning to do for years. completed the first, got halfway into the second before a TERRIBLE AWFUL THUMB INJURY (dramatic. didnt even need glue) rendered us entirely unable to use a controller. it healed but we havent finished the second yet. today's actually the first time since august that we've even touched a controller, let alone played any games.

we got back into making music. we decided the system was going to start releasing music as a collective, so we set up a whole youtube channel and stuff for it. videos'll start january 1st, we hope.

i convinced two people to watch red vs blue. my token cishet guy friend who was my colleague at Shitty Workplace (i sent him slutty locus from earlier and his only response was "amazing") and one of my new uni friends (very autistic i think they will go feral for it). token cishet just finished season 8 and uni friend is in season 3 i believe.

health wise has been. a ride... our normal gp stopped practicing entirely, and we dont trust the other gp's at our clinic, so we've been entirely unmedicated and unchecked since november of last year, barring OTC stuff. except for the part where at the end of october we finally saw a rheumatologist (after being referred in 2019!) who said we probably had fibromyalgia. earlier this month we also caught some Mystery Illness that lasted two weeks and nobody knew what it was. our voice still hasnt recovered fully and the whole experience was weird, but the hospital nurse wasnt concerned and it didnt come back as positive for That One Illness That Got Really Popular In The Last Three Years so its honestly likely that it was just the regular old flu, which we werent used to after only really suffering from Disabled Person Sicknesses for the best part of the last 15 years.

we met steve downes and jen taylor, the voice actors of halo's master chief and cortana! got photos & signatures (: steve complimented my jacket and jen Really Wanted A Nap.

WE GOT THE GRIFBALL PLUSH (: i would make this bigger if i could. it's just one of those Material Gains that has a lot of sentimental value to us. and i found my glow in the dark ring which i cried about. again: material gains of high personal significance.

so yeah! a lot. im probably missing something because i have the brain of a sieve. but we're alive and thats the important part.

#srs09:m:haix #i know this is a long one but hopefully that readmore works ‼️‼️#srs09:t:looking up #its good to be reminded that my presence on this bitch of an earth means something to someone. id like to hold onto that feeling forever.

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penguinwriter24 · 8 months

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1. First meet

Part I : Before

September - December 1985

Cast : Eddie Munson - Athénaïs Henderson

1. First meet

September 5, 1985

Eddie

Eddie had it all planned out. He and his band members had been saving up for months on end so they could rent a venue and do a real gig. Playing in bars is fine, but they dreamed of a crowd of more than five drunks. Renting a room was really a springboard for them. If all goes well, they may finally be able to launch their career as musicians and Eddie could finally leave high school, with or without a diploma!

After class, Eddie got into his van with the other members of his band and they drove to the address given to him by the owner of the venue they wanted to book for his gig.

"Okay, guys, we're all in agreement, you let me do the talking?"

"Yeah," Jeff answered for everyone.

"Cool."

They got out of the car when they arrived at their destination. Eddie entered the Hall first, followed by Jeff, then Gareth and the last member, Dean.

Eddie walked towards what looked more or less like a reception, a secretary smiled warmly at them seeing the four high school students.

"What can I do for you gentlemen?"

"We came to see Mr. Carter. He told us to meet him at five o'clock too," Eddie explained.

"He will come to fetch in a moment, in the meantime, you can go and sit next to the girl up there."

"Thanks."

Eddie's three friends also thanked the secretary before they all went to sit on the free chairs.

The famous Mr. Carter entered the small Waiting Room before telling the five teenagers to follow him. He led them to the room which was not even two minutes from the main building.

"So," Mr. Carter began. "Normally the price for renting this room is $300, but if I have your word that I will get this place back in the same condition that you got it, then I would like to lower the price to $200 and as you are still young I can even make it for you for $150. But there is a problem."

"What’s the problem?"

Eddie looked at the young woman next to him, she was so discreet that he had almost forgotten that she was there, too. He almost jumped when he heard her speak, even though she hadn't spoken very loudly. Her voice had been barely above a whisper.

"The only date I have left is this Saturday, the date you both requested. The next free date is in eight months."

Eddie knew deep down that he should have given way to this young woman, that it was probably her only option to do God knew what. While he and his band had a guaranteed place in the bars of Hawkins and surrounding towns. But he was sick of playing in seedy bars, with audiences pulling heads six feet long the entire time they were on stage. So Eddie decided that for once in his life he was going to be selfish, he was going to fight and offer more money if he had to, he would manage, he would sell more drugs, he would borrow money from his Uncle, he didn't care, he just wanted the Hall to be theirs.

"If I give you $400, Mr. Carter, can the Hall be ours?"

Mr. Carter looked at the young woman, arched an eyebrow as if to ask her if she could make a better offer, but she couldn't. She had already struggled to save the $300 that would normally have cost her to rent this Hall, she couldn't double the price, she was totally unable to outbid.

"Hey! It's not fair! It's unfair to do that!" she complained.

"Sorry, little angel, but nothing is fair in the business world," Eddie asserted.

"Please don't call me that," she said, glaring at Eddie. "Please, Mr. Carter, if I don't do this exhibition, I'll fail my exam."

Eddie let out a mocking chuckle. Playing the study card was pretty much a safe bet, no one wanted to be responsible for someone's academic failure.

"Play well, little angel. But you could have done better, anyway. $500? I won't go higher, Mr. Carter."

"Why don't you share the Hall? It's big enough for both of you. One of you can use the downstairs room and the other can occupy the next one."

None of them had noticed that there are two large doors and three small steps to climb to get there. Mr. Carter waved at them to indicate that the five of them should follow him. He opened the doors to show them the Hall. It was smaller, but just as spacious.

"How much for this Hall?" Asked the young woman whose name Eddie still didn't know.

"$150, like the other one."

"I…I can take this one."

Eddie wasn't exactly thrilled with the deal. And even less when he learned that it was an art exhibition, paintings everywhere, pompous rich people everywhere who would spend the evening criticizing his music. But if he wanted to avoid crawling and begging the managers of the Hawkins bars to give them back their place on stage, he had no choice but to accept.

Saturday was finally here. Eddie had picked up a spare set of keys the day before and today, with the members of his band, they were setting up their equipment and making adjustments so that everything was ready for the night.

Eddie was playing a few notes on his guitar to make sure it was properly tuned when he saw her enter the Hall, she was accompanied by one of her friends and they were each carrying a canvas. Eddie saw them go back and forth several times before motioning for Gareth and the other to follow him. They went outside.

"Do you need help setting everything up? We're done and we really don't mind helping you."

"Yes...just avoid putting your fingers directly on the canvas...it damages the paint..."

"Did you hear guys? You don't put your dirty hands on the paintings!"

"I didn't...I didn't mean your hands were dirty..."

Eddie and his three friends raised their hands to show that they were a bit. The four boys headed to Eddie's van to grab some extra bandanas they would use to hold up the paintings to make sure they didn't damage the paint.

Eddie had been dumbstruck when he saw the various paintings. They were of rare beauty. He didn't really know much about painting, but he couldn't help admiring the works and finding them incredible. All the paintings were dark, mainly composed of black and red, sometimes there was yellow, blue or even white, but it was in very small quantities. Black and red really dominated all the paintings.

"Who painted them?" Eddie asked when it was just him and the mysterious girl left in the Hall.

"It's…um…it's me…," she admitted shyly.

Eddie suddenly turned his head towards her, he didn't doubt her words, he just had a hard time believing that she could paint such a masterpiece, he would have thought that his thing was pretty landscapes, fields with beautiful flowers and put excessive pink and purple.

"Seriously ?"

"Yes…yes."

Eddie was silent for a moment, refocusing on the painting in front of him. He couldn't explain how he felt seeing it.

"What does it represent?" he asked her.

"It's...um...it represents the pain we feel when we lose someone who means a lot to us. One of my cousin's best friends disappeared four years ago and I painted this while my cousin was explaining to me how sad and angry he was, he felt responsible because he thought he could have saved his best friend from disappearing..."

Eddie listened to her talk for over five more minutes about her work, and even though the story behind this beautiful work was sad, he couldn't help but smile. She spoke with such passion about her work that he could only admire her. For Eddie there was nothing more beautiful than an artist who lived his art at the fullest.

"Are you going to sell them?"

"No, it's really for my art class in college."

They both walked out of the room, they made sure the doors were closed, the last thing they wanted was for someone to steal what was stored inside.

"By the way, my name is Eddie."

He held out his right hand to her. He saw her smile and she slipped her small hand in his before telling him her name.

"I'm Athenais."

Athénaïs, it was so original, but he said to himself that it corresponded so much to him.

"Good luck for tonight," he told her.

"Break a leg! I guess that's what musicians are told, right?"

"That's it."

He let go of her hand when he realized he was still holding it and then they each went to their car. Eddie was looking forward to seeing her again tonight.

#eddie munson #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson angst #eddie munson x oc!fem!character #oc!fem!character #french writer #iron caravaggio #dustin henderson #billy hargove x oc!fem!character

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babblingstacey · 1 year

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Yvette's Wandering Life Round 2: University Life

Yvette Deaton has graduated from high school and, inspired by her mom's vagabond life, has decided to take off on her own to find her own adventures. First up, it's mastering college life. She is enrolled in a Distinguished Degree in Communications at University of Britechester and wants to excel in all portions of uni life. Thankfully, her old friends from high school are there to cheer her on.

Aspiration to complete: Academic

Skills to Master: Research & Debate, Video Gaming

While she had to quit her streaming job, she'll be on the eSports team - which doesn't pay and with only having §50 to start with, those loans are going to pile up fast.

Let's go Yvette!

(a longish digression below the cut. A lot of whining but I need to share my pain of getting this set up)

So...TLDR: I spent so many hours (oh the loading screens) just trying to get what I wanted in this game and fixing a weird bug- this after spending hours on the Anna's wedding AND Yvette's broken ass graduation.

First of all, I'm using LittleMsSams Choose Your Roommates mod so Yvette's friends can be her roommates. (Awesome mod, none of what follows is the fault of the mod). So I spent a long time getting the three friends I wanted at Uni with Yvette - Omar, Gwendolyn, and Saebyeok - updated with new clothes and skills and enrolled in...Foxbury, because I had it in my head that's where Yvette would go because my plan is to next head to (spoiler) Evergreen Harbor to do that world and having a degree means it'll be easier to complete the Eco Innovator aspiration. But I'm an idiot and didn't double check that the distinguished degree required for Civic Design was Communications...offered at UBrite, not Foxbury. Sigh. So then I had unenroll each one and the reenroll them in the right school. Fine, totally my fault.

However, I had spent multiple hours setting up Foxbury with some new builds which I wouldn't be able to use. So sad. While I do love this savefiles builds by haledela, the university housing didn't work for me for my gameplay (they are awesome multiple townhouses on the same lot but I just wanted a single house). So I downloaded a nice build off the gallery as the university housing. It's a fabulous build but I discovered 2 issues with it - after many more loading screens. First of all, even though it's called Darkwing House, in the settings it's set to Foxbury students only. Fine, easy fix. Then after loading in & assigning the roommates, I discovered that while double beds look great and make sense in this house, you can't (as far as I can tell) assign NPC to double beds. So I replaced all the beds, since I had certain roommates in mind for all the rooms and didn't want them sleeping where ever.

Then I had the worst bug of them all. Yvette finally loads in after enrolling at Uni and I get this:

LLAMASTE GOT PUT IN YVETTE'S INVENTORY FOR SOME REASON.

I have no idea why this happened. I don't even think Yvette interacted with Llamaste that much - he was Anna's llama and she had purchased him, as well as entered him in the Finchwick Fair. I had no idea what to do - since I had just saved before Yvette enrolled, I ended up shutting down the game and restarting to hope that would fix it.

It did not. He still got stuck in Yvette's inventory.

I tried having Yvette traveling back to Anna's to assign Llamaste back to his building but that didn't work. I didn't want Llamaste to disappear completely by selling him from Yvette's inventory and I didn't want to mess up Yvette's enrollment by moving her back in to put him back in his home so I was at a loss at what to do. So I shut down my computer and went to bed.

After sleeping on it, I decided my only option was to revert to an early save point...which was right before I started enrolling the other Sims in uni. So I had to do everything above all over again (except for first enrolling them in the wrong Uni), including fixing the build. Then, just to be safe, I put Llamaste in Anna's inventory, moved Anna, Yvette, & Ada out of the house, moved them immediately back in, then enrolled Yvette in UBrite again.

Thankfully Llamaste did not follow this time.

My god, I'm so tired of loading screens. Now I need a break from Sims.

Thank you for listening to my whining.

ETA: more whining. I played through a few days and it was soon apparent the very cute build is very broken, as in it was certainly never playtested since the stairs didn't work, nor did half of the bedrooms so the roommates were just never there. (I removed the name of the builder in the post, as I'm not here to shame). In a slightly tipsy rage, I deleted it and was going to incorporate it in my gameplay...but I foolishly bulldozed it before I remembered I had hung up some of Yvette's photos so they are gone, including the only photo of Yvette's mom and birth father.

So now I'll be restarting it AGAIN.

Damn.

#Yvette'sWanderingLife #round 2: University Life #ts4 #YvetteDeaton #simblr #thesims4 #ts4 gameplay

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occult-roommates · 1 year

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Twenty-five already

And just like that, Dawud’s birthday came, just like it did every year on the 21st of March. He was turning 25 already, which is ridiculous, what next, turning 26? When will this end?! Anyway, actually it was the 20th, but his actual birthday was a Sunday and who the fuck goes clubbing on a Sunday. Just like when he turned 23, him and his friend went to celebrate at Planet Honey Pop, which at this point is the designated place where the roommates go for their respective birthday.

As Charlie and Kino were singing at the karaoke, Kino barely able to follow the lyrics as they had never heard that song in their life, Rudi and Akva were dancing. Then there was The Boys who were chatting at the bar.

Daniele: So, how was Zardoz? Dawud: ....Something else. Daniele: What is this movie about by the way? I have never heard of it. Matteo: I wish I could answer that question. Daniele: I heard next week there’s gonna be a screening of The Room. We could all go see it together. Rumor has it that sometime, Tommy Wiseau himself will be in the audience. Matteo: No thanks. Also that man is an embarrassment to the spellcasting community. Daniele: You think everyone who doesn’t try their hardest to blend in with human is an embarrasment to the spellcasting community. Dawud: To be fair, I think this man being considered odd has very little do to with him being a spellcaster.

So far, Dawud looked more forward to being 25 than he did being 23. Sure, he still had a lot of the traits he considered “loser-like” two years prior, such as living in a tiny apartment with way too much roommates, but life was getting better. When he’ll be done with his training at the airport, he’s gonna have an actually decent job even if it wasn’t the one he was expecting to get considering his academic background. Also, he knew these people were gonna be his friends for the rest of his life, and he had a boyfriend. Well, two years before he had a girlfriend but that was clearly a weird phase he went through.

Akva: DAV! Come here, we got a surprise for you!

Him and The Boys turned around and saw there was a birthday cake waiting for him at a table. While his friend sang to him Happy Birthday, he blew his candles.

A little bit later, as for some reason the bartender just randomly left the building, Dawud and Matteo stood on the bar together, where they dance to some random club song none of them had heard before. It was a banger though.

Rudi: I bet you’re jealous right now. Daniele: I am not, ok. Dav is my friend and Matt is my cousin and like a brother to me. If they’re happy together then so be it. Also, as far as I know their date yesterday didn’t even went fine. Like, I think one of them would have told me if they were now dating. Rudi: Not only did Dav casually mentionned this morning that he now has a boyfriend, like you were literally there it was during breakfast, they are currently kissing.

Alright, Daniele couldn’t stay in denial anymore. He tried really hard to be casual about it and say he was calling a taxi cause the noises were starting to overwhelm him, but it was obvious what was going on. And so, once back home, he sat on his bed.

He’s not going to cry about it...This is fine. It is totally fine. It is their life and he has no right to ruin it for them. It is fine. He is fine...There is no reason to feel sad about it. This. Is. Fine.

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#ts4 #sims 4 #the sims 4 #simblr #ts4 simblr #occult roommates #dawud sahan #daniele rossini #matteo rossini #rudi marron #akva singh #charlie yi #kino gurafee #OcRo s2 #long post #also obsessed with the idea tommy wiseau is a spellcaster in that universe

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thetaekookcloset · 2 years

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Jikooker here. :) I found your blog while I went through the Taekook search because, shocking I know, I still enjoy the bond Tae and Jungkook have although I don't see the relationship the way you do, which is completely fine to me. Normally I probably would've just passed by but your last anon ask you've answered made me stop. Because, while you've said it's fine that your anon is frustrated, this is the best way to fall into a toxic narrative and honestly? That's far from ok.

Jungkook is not uncomfortable with Jimin. That's a fact. If he was uncomfortable he wouldn't be with Jimin so much. He wouldn't be more at his room than at his own, so much that Tae even thought Jimin's room was Jungkook's. He wouldn't be out with Jimin on White Day with Jimin's friends. He wouldn't say that he feels the most connected when his eyes meets Jimin's on stage. He wouldn't call Jimin his catalyst. He wouldn't go on a trip with him where he organised the plane tickets and the hotel room. I could go on but I think I got my point across. :D

This whole narrative stems from their earlier years and was even wrong then. Jungkook teased Jimin a lot, true. But when called out by Jimin, Jungkook explained that he only teases him because he liked Jimin too much. When asked which hyung brings him the most comfort, Jungkook answered Jimin. He never was uncomfortable with him.

Does Jungkook have days where he's not too into physical affection? Yes. Absolutely. I'm not going to deny that. Sometimes he just don't wanna be touched and backs away if it gets too much for him. He does that with Jimin but he also does that with Taehyung. Does that mean though he's uncomfortable with Taehyung? Absolutely not. He loves Tae and is far from uncomfortable with him.

So it's honestly not fair to say Jungkook is uncomfortable with Jimin when he simply isn't. He loves Jimin too. And being frustrated with Jimin, when no one here knows Jungkook's boundaries or what is actually going on behind the scenes, is the best way to to fall into toxic narratives that cause so much hate for Jimin. That cause people to hate him, physically threaten him and even verbally attack his family. So maybe we could just not do it?

Everyone is free to ship whatever they wanna ship. You guys think Tae and Jungkook are in a relationship, I see them as best friends. You guys think Jimin and Jungkook are brothers, I think differently. And that's totally fine. Opinions don't have to be the same and in the end none of us know what they really are to each other besides them all being close.

So how about we enjoy all bonds? To your anon, if you feel frustrated, maybe take a step back and think about if Jungkook is actually the one being uncomfortable or if it's just you.

I hope you have a great day. :)

Oh geez, I was almost done writing up a big long answer to this and my computer crashed and I lost the whole thing. I’m sorry but I really don’t have it in me to recreate the whole answer. I’ll try to sum up.

1. People are entitled to interpret interactions however they like, and they’re entitled to their feelings about them. This is my blog and I’m entitled to share and talk about what I like. No one was being nasty or hateful so the post was not “far from okay.”

2. I never said or claimed that Jungkook is uncomfortable with Jimin in general. In fact, I specifically said that their relationship seems “perfectly healthy and comfortable overall.”

3. Anon and I were talking about specific interactions between Jimin and Jungkook, not their relationship as a whole. Moments like Jimin walking straight up to Jungkook and getting very close to him onstage, when Jungkook will cross his arms to put up a barrier between them, or even put his arm out to hold Jimin at bay. Or moments like the “almost kisses” I see Jikookers bring up, where Jimin gets very close to Jungkook’s face and Jungkook reacts by stiffly pulling away and avoiding eye contact. You don’t have to interpret these interactions the same way that I do, but they happen -- often -- and they certainly seem uncomfortable to me.

4. To reiterate: despite those interactions seeming uncomfortable to me, I do think Jungkook is comfortable with Jimin overall. I just think that their relationship includes an element of play where they intentionally push each other, as I stated in my original post.

5. Not everyone has to enjoy every bond within BTS. It’s dogmatic to insist that they do. People are allowed their own thoughts, opinions, interpretations, etc.

6. It’s frankly foolish at best, insulting at worst, to imply that anyone who sees certain interactions as including an element of discomfort is getting that entirely from within themselves. Again, those interactions happen, we’ve all seen them, and regardless of how you personally interpret them, there are other ways to do so, which are perfectly valid. The idea that anyone who sees signs of discomfort between Jimin and Jungkook, at any time ever, is just uncomfortable themselves is oversimplifying it (because yes, we’re talking about feeling uncomfortable because it looks uncomfortable, and also because it’s perfectly natural for any two people to have moments of discomfort with one another, for any number of reasons). And implying that there’s nothing there to see, that it’s all in their heads, is gross -- because, again, those interactions happen.

Now I know I said I’m open to talking about this topic, and that my ask box is open to any respectful questions, and I can tell that you were trying to be nice in your wording, but I have no interest in arguing about this in any sort of depth, so just be forewarned that it’s likely any additional asks will be deleted, especially if they get combative.

Finally, I just want to say that the idea that no one can talk about things that bother them within BTS because it could lead to adopting “toxic narratives” is just silly. Anon wasn’t saying anything bad, they were processing their own feelings. There’s nothing wrong with doing that. You can’t dictate what people do and don’t talk about, and you certainly can’t dictate how people feel.

#believe it or not yes this is much shorter than my original answer #sorry for being so wordy everyone #ask

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prof-peach · 3 years

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if fans wanted to include peach in stuff they write, would that be okay? and how would they write peach's personality? aside from "FIGHT ME" anyway, i think that much is a given lol. i only really write the anime characters 'cause that's what i know, but it sounds like it'd be kinda fun to try making a version of ash that fits into this blog's universe! nerf'd Obviously, but i think she'd probably appreciate how hands-on he gets when training his pokemon!

Ok, I get a lot of these messages, and I often hear folks wanting to throw peach into their stories and comics and writings, and I will always simply ask that if it’s published online publicly, to be linked to it so I can snoop and enjoy the content too. If someone asks about her in your work, let them know about the blog I guess? But literally I love that people take this stuff, these characters and stories, and make new stuff with it. No ones making money off my work here? So where’s the issue? Go for it buddy, knock yourself out, I’m all for it.

For you, and all the others out there who want to add peach, and other characters to your world building, I will give you a detailed rundown of the main lot, and how they behave, what they do, how they function. You can use that, use bits, or use none of it, I do not mind at all. If you’re creating something, you’re in control, not me.

So, peach doesn’t actually fight people as much as you’d think. She’s very aware most cannot and do not want to do that, and so she likes to keep to herself with regards to that aspect of her life, she doesn’t ask to spar with people, or even bring it up at all, but people ask her all the time, even if they clearly would lose or become hurt should she miscalculate during the fight. She looks at people like they usually create problems, and often has a somewhat reserved nature to other humans. You have to work quite hard to get anything more than formalities out of her. She will dead-pan handle people with blunt and very to-the-point statements, aid whenever possible, but very quickly get back to handling the Pokemon she so carefully tends. Her focus is clear, she’s all about hard work, her very small select family, and the Pokemon.

Her brutal, loud and brash personality only comes out with friends, family, difficult humans, OR any Pokemon. She will joke and laugh and play with Pokemon, but clam up around humans, maintaining tight body language and generally will be a little cold by regular standards. She does however have some weaknesses in this emotionless shield she puts up. When peach was young she was always angry, which swung so fast to sadness, back and forth. Her teenage years it just got worse and worse, it was crippling at points. She is to this day, full of fire and rage, even sadness, but now she has learnt to control it, to use it. When she sees that in others, it’s familiar, and she is pushed to drop the front, and be very real with the person. Underdogs I suppose, people who get bad reps, but deserve the same as everyone else. She can’t ignore it.

Once you start to pry open her personality, you’ll find she’s a lot more laid back and fun than originally appeared, you just have to work hard to find that side of her. She will meme reference, can’t dance to save her life, loves her coffee, and can be caught in quiet contemplation while gardening. This hobby is her calmest, and often is why she can stay so level headed when her quiet rage boils up again. Without time outside she will become grouchy, a little snippy, and lethargic. Will not go in the ocean for any reason other than life or death, is fine with ponds and rivers, or water at wading height. Likes the rain.

With regards to her training others, they usually have to tolerate her somewhat strict nature. She is a little....unforgiving, holds a grudge if you make a lot of mistakes, and has no tolerance for ignorance in the age of information that we all live in. In previous posts I’ve mentioned she’s only recently selected two students, after many years of testing kids who want to learn from her. Hundred tried out, only two have ever been approved. How she teaches is very fast paced, be prepared to get some scrapes and bruises, she will test your physical and emotional tolerances with intense tasks, carefully watching students like a hawk. Bad posture in your stance? She’ll be the first to tell you to sort it out. Not hearing your Pokemon partner? Right, now you spend the day without using words trying to communicate, let’s see how you like not being listened to.

This is a woman who has spent her life saying very little, and watching everything, she watches Pokemon and can see an issue from a mile off, and in battles, her observations are why she can react fast, and chose effective strategy to avoid damage and achieve results. Don’t let her body fool you, her strongest asset is analysing, watching, planning. Those skills have over the years transferred to people too. As a student, mistakes don’t go unnoticed with this professor.

Her methods are harsh but fair, and should you prove yourself, she will protect you with her life.

Because of her disinterest in kids and lots of noise, she does pass the training of students on to the other staff members whenever possible. Grey takes on the lions share of battle lessons, he is far calmer, more open and friendly, with patience for people, and an empathy that peach sometimes struggles to have. When you go through a lot of harsh training, and difficult events, it’s hard to change how you feel or think, with peach, well, she’s been through it. Most do not come out the other end in one piece, but she did, and it made her strong. You may think I mean strong like buff and big, and yeah sure she is, but I mean it mentally more than anything. Peach will not quit. She has learnt to destroy the boundaries that stop people getting hurt, gone is the fear that freezes you in your tracks, that feeling that you’ll pass out if you go one more step. She’s learnt to ignore it.

This means she’s a little forgetful at how it is to be normal, to be vulnerable and soft and squishy like students so usually are.

She has her issues, but for the most part, visitors get a laugh, a smile, a calm assertive confidence, and facts. She will indulge those who have genuine interest, or show a connection with nature, an understanding of the balance that needs to be struck for everyone to live well together.

Despite her many flaws, she’s fiercely protective, and will go above and beyond to defend the island, it’s staff, the Pokemon and the visitors. Injustice is her biggest gripe, along with littering, and she doesn’t stand by quietly if something happens that seems unfair.

You will not see her without Valka, her vulpix, close by. That Pokemon doesn’t like to be touched by strangers, at all, and will run the second someone comes at her with that intent. Peach will scold you for pushing yourself onto her, should you persistently try to get close to pet Val. They are in sync, if peach is sad, Val is sad, if Val is stressed, peach is stressed, and so on. They are inherently connected, it’s just been that long, the psychic bridge between them has been built, and reinforced over the years.

The only other Pokemon who follows her so endlessly is Booker, a teddiursa who’s pretty rough looking. He quietly trots behind, grouchy and stoic, they fight closely together a lot. He lost his mom a long time ago to poachers, and peach took him in, and changed her whole life for him. Not many people know, but Booker was the reason she left the rangers, changed career, and got so strong. Will tolerate people petting him but isn’t keen at all, grumbles a lot and tries to move away.

You may also need to know about the others, for the sake of writing, she here a few more bits that may be important to you, or others wanting to do this.

Grey is very tall, very burly, composed, tells bad dad jokes, is a bit of a goof if allowed to be. If he sees a pun, he’ll say it. Can’t help himself. Very nice guy to work with, good at keeping people calm and grounded. Pokemon are drawn to him like a moth to a flame, he gives off warm energy, and has inhuman amounts of patience. If you wrong his family however, he will snap back.

He grew up in the city, loves to swim and hike and cycle, can snowboard, is really sporty. A total brain box with held items, and boosting stats. He will explore many paths, to make sure visitors and students get the information they need, in a way that can be remembered and retained for later. Is a huge guy, but will get on the floor to play with a tiny Pokemon. Treats big “meaner” looking species like babies, very good with all pokemon.

His free time is spent either tinkering, swimming, or trimming his bonsai trees. This guy stares at screens a lot, so appreciates time away from them. Peach built him his own little greenhouse for his trees and tools, which he keeps clean and loves dearly.

His methods as a teacher are built around fun and games, he makes hard work easier to do by distracting trainers from the difficult bits, and focusing in on something more interesting or compelling.

His most commonly seen Pokemon would be a houndoom, Saxon, old battle veteran, retired now to herding and being a good boy. Very gentle, loves a pet.

Pari, now a fully fledged nurse, often oversees the labs front desk and pokecentre features, such as healing pokemon, and informing trainers who come to visit. Her skills with eggs and hatchlings is high, she’s great with younger Pokemon, and hands out good advice to trainers a lot. She’s not a fighter, never was, but can find any file, any study, any book, and any refrence you may need. A true bookworm, loves her romance novels, chat shows and upbeat celebrity gossip mags. Will cry at a lot of stuff, be it sad or happy.

She’s got a seriously upbeat personality, but if caught off guard or shocked, she gets a little flustered. Too much chaos will overwhelm her, but usually she’s on top of things. The years spent on the island have made her better at maintaining composure in emergencies. With lots of siblings, she’s very competent with others, and has a good ability to disarm cagey people with her jolly nature. Because of this, she can sometimes gain information from trainers that some of the more harsh professors may not have access to. Charming is a word for it.

Her partners are an eevee, and a happiny. They are quite sweet and well adjusted, the eevee gets a bit bouncy if you get it too excited.

#if you dont want to use the refs #im really cool with it #just enjoy yourself buddy #pokemon #prof.peach #peach talks #prof.grey #pari #dotaku island #dotaku staff #PLEASE #just ask me if you dont know something #or feel i missed something in what i wrote

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helpistolethesecharacters · 3 years

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Hot Chocolate and Chill

Peter Parker x Male Reader

Word Count: 1644

This is pure fluff you guys! Thank you so much to the person who requested this, I need more fluff in my life and this is working toward that!

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Y/n was certain he had never been more excited before. He couldn't stop himself from literally bouncing up and down as he made his way out of his last class of the day and toward his locker.

His friends just rolled their eyes and got out of the way. Y/n thought about feeling bad or trying to calm down, but then he would remember all over again that it was tonight.

He had been counting down all week to the time that he would be able to spend uninterrupted time with his boyfriend.

Peter had invited him for a sleepover after classes Friday, which, when he had suggested it on Monday had seemed like an eternity away.

But it was Friday and he had just been released from his last class. Nothing was going to stop him from being alone with Peter, and Y/n couldn't be happier.

He slammed the things he wouldn't need that weekend into his locker, slung his bag over one shoulder and took off in search of Peter, totally blanking on the need to close and lock his locker.

In the back of his mind he registered the long suffering sighs of his friends, but he was on a mission. There was no time to calm down, he had a boyfriend to track down.

It didn't take long, as he was still standing by his own locker talking to Ned. Y/n didn't stop to think, he just bounced over and launched himself at Peter.

Peter stumbled back a step as Y/n collided with him, but managed to keep them both standing. Y/n silently thanked the spider that had bitten Peter for the results as he none too subtly appreciated the muscles holding him up.

"Hi Y/n," came the resigned sigh from Peter's friend Ned.

"Yes, Tis I, The Amazing Y/n, come to light up your lives."

Okay, so he was feeling a little extra right now, sue him.

"You may now revel."

Peter and Ned lost it, which was the end of holding Y/n up. He pouted from his new spot beside Peter and waited for the two to stop laughing at him.

His pout gave way to the dopey grin that usually crept up on his face whenever he was looking at Peter for longer than a second. There was just something about his adorable dork of a boyfriend that made Y/n feel like he was floating.

Y/n subtly snuck his hand into Peter's while he waited for the other two to say their goodbyes. Luckily Peter was used to Y/n's actions and didn't startle even when he decided to hang over his shoulder.

"That's so gay!"

'Ugh, this guy,' thought Y/n as he turned to face Flash.

"You know, that isn't even an insult. We are in fact gay. Or I am at any rate, Pete's pan, right?"

Peter just nodded from beside Y/n.

Flash looked nonplussed.

"What? So you admit it, you really are gay? Ew!"

"You sure are stupid for someone who's supposed to be smart. That's like me saying, 'Oh, my God! You're such a person!'"

Y/n even affected an over the top pose to add to his effect.

"Ew, you're a person! That's so gross!"

Flash just looked confused at this point, which to be fair, that was a common response to people who weren't used to being near Y/n's particular brand of crazy, but still.

Y/n was going to go ahead and call that one a win. He and Peter turned away and ignored the bully.

Peter just looked at Y/n in shock as he heard Flash sputtering and stomping off behind them.

"That was amazing! I have to remember that for next time!"

Y/n grinned at his boyfriend, eternally grateful to which ever deity it was that had paired him up with someone who wasn't put off by his over the top personality like others had been.

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May was watching from her place by the table in their kitchenette, bemused as Peter straightened one of the pillows on the couch for the tenth time in the last two minutes. He had been quietly freaking out for the better part of an hour now, and that was only the time he had been out in the main living areas. She was sure he had been freaking out in his room for much longer.

"I'm pretty sure he won't hold it against you if the pillow isn't in the exact right spot when he gets here."

May immediately regretted speaking when Peter's head shot up and he stared at her with the widest eyes possible. Oh, this was more than just normal anxiety. This was much more important than normal to him.

May unfolded herself and made her way over to her nephew.

"It's going to go just fine, you two are so happy together, I can't imagine anything causing a single night together to go wrong."

She held Peter close to her for as long as he would allow. He was growing up more and more every day, and didn't let her comfort him near as much as he used to, so she was going to savor this for as long as possible.

May felt Peter melt into the hug and was glad that at least she could still provide a little support, even if she couldn't fight every dragon for him anymore.

The door bell rang, startling them out of their hug, and Peter managed to trip over twice in his rush to get to the door as fast as possible.

May just shook her head at the thought of ever being so young and clearly in love.

She took her place by the table again after greeting Y/n. She had a cup of tea and a book calling her name.

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Y/n looked around the living area of Peter's apartment, why he didn't know. It wasn't like it was his first time there after all, he had visited lots of times before. This time felt different for some reason though.

"Did you want something to drink?"

'Poor Peter,' Y/n thought, 'He looks just as nervous as I felt earlier.'

"I brought snacks and the makings for hot chocolate for our movie marathon. I can set up here while you sort out the drinks? Or are we watching in your room?"

Y/n handed over the bag that had the drink things in it and was pointed to the couch.

"Thank goodness you didn't have to patrol tonight. Are you sure it's okay to take the whole night off?"

"Yeah, I got someone to cover for me."

Y/n nodded and set about organising the snacks.

It didn't take them long to get settled with the assortment of snacks on the coffee table in front of them, their drinks close by and a movie playing on the TV.

It was a little awkward with neither of them wanting to step over any boundaries, especially with Peter's aunt sitting up at the table, but some time during the first movie they managed to relax enough to lean against each other.

By the time that the second movie was half finished Y/n was laying with his head on Peter's lap, no longer paying any attention to the movie because Peter was giving him the most amazing head massage and running his hands through Y/n's hair.

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May made her way into the lounge area on her way out for her shift, but stopped at the sight that met her.

Peter and Y/n were curled up together on the couch fast asleep. She melted and tried not to coo too hard as she fished out her phone.

This called for proof, whether to blackmail or embarrass was still up for grabs.

As she closed the door and locked it from the outside, May was once again thankful that Peter wasn't the type to take advantage of being alone with someone he liked, so she didn't have to worry about them getting up to things they might not be ready for.

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Bonus Scene

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Mrs Rodrigez had been walking back from her daily walk down to the corner shop. She would never let on, but half the reason she made the time to come down each day was to see the sweet young man who always insisted on helping her cross the street.

She was surprised, and a little suspicious of the person who approached her that particular evening at the cross walk. Whoever they were, they were not her 'friendly neighbourhood spiderman' as he always insisted he was.

This man was wearing what appeared to be hardened red leather in an all over suit. He was also a lot older than her normal escort judging by his height and broad shoulders.

He had a very bad homemade cosplay mask of spiderman over what looked like another mask.

The man (she assumed) got close enough for her to read the words scrawled hastily across his chest in a messy hand.

'Spiderman! No really!'

Mrs Rodrigez fixed the man with a steely stare. She was 78, and like all older ladies, carried a large handbag that was filled with mostly useless junk that was just begging to be swung at him if he pulled anything she didn't like.

He had already gotten higher on her 'list' by pretending to be the younger vigilante. He was on thin ice as far as she was concerned.

"Hi! I can't help but notice that you are a helpless little old lady possibly in need of assistance across the street!"

The man offered her an arm, but was met with that steely stare being upped to an outright glare as she pulled him in close enough by that very same arm, to be nose to nose.

"If you've done anything to that sweet young man they will never find your body!"

#peter parker x male!reader #peter parker x male reader #Peter parker #male reader

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borkthemork · 2 years

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This drabble is part of the 48 Years AU, which can be found here.

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Florentine Street was a weird place to talk about rent. Or leases. Or anything about home settlements, if Anne wanted to be honest.

Florentine Street was a market kind of area. On every turn welcomed cornerstone restaurants; few benches where painted actors did their thing — amusing crowds of people with all the silence of a cool mime; and the tiny train bustled past at every half-hour, where the kids inside waved at the pedestrians until they got tired.

The weather meant everything was all sunny. There weren't any clouds to mark newly-changing winds. There weren't people soured up during their trips to new jobs. And none of the buildings advertised attorneys or law negotiations or anything like that.

Florentine Street was a happy street, not a depressing street.

But somehow Anne still squinted at the crisp sky and at how blue it was. She hated that the pavilion blared music from the speakers, that people cheered over their little kids beside them, and that it didn't fit with the conversation happening in front of her.

Where her best friend, Marcy Wu, eyed her curiously under the café awning — a green tea smoothie in her hand.

"Sooooo," she said with that tiny smile of hers, "you want to stay for a few months?"

Anne's finger stirred her coffee stick. Her tongue still had that strong bitter aftertaste from a few prior sips. If it weren't for her bad mood, she would've given Marcy the same smile, maybe even a laugh if her gut had the energy.

Right now the only thing she could give was a nod.

"I mean, it's perfect, right?" Anne asked. "You need a roommate. I've got fifteen years on my resume and a heck of a work ethic." She fumbled with her cup rim. "Sounds like it can work out if you don't mind a third."

Marcy chuckled, amusement clear in her smile. "Anne, you know I'll never mind Kamon."

"Yeah, but this is your house." Anne motioned at the table’s candle. She didn't know why she did, but it was probably to make a point. "If I was a single person in a three-bedroom apartment, I'd want someone who's above minimum wage at most."

The other scrunched their face mid-sip. Marcy wiped the matcha mustache from her lips, already rubbing her chin in analysis mode. She hadn't changed, and that was reassuring. "I mean, yeah, but as long as I get a referral to another company, I'm not gonna be completely unstable. I'm not letting a lil' setback stop me from senior status."

Anne took a long gulp from her coffee. "Oh man, you passed that already, Marce."

"Heyyy, I'm not that old."

"I don’t knoooow,” Anne’s voice rose in a lilt. “You sound pretty unsure.”

“I’m definitely sure.” Marcy giggled, and Anne couldn’t help but giggle back, her thumbs now pressed gently to the backs of her hands.

Their bodies were fine. Sure, their skin had the beginning creases and wrinkles, and Anne had way more stretch marks and gray hair than she could count, but she still felt...good? She jogged at dawn, she worked out, she couldn't eat ice cream anymore. It was no biggie.

And with Marce, age jokes missed her entirely. Girl somehow still had that dark sheen to her tufts and the smoothness of her baby cheeks. The only thing that yelled out obvious age was her laugh lines.

Which wasn't fair because laugh lines meant Marce was young at heart anyway.

Even after everything.

"All I'm saying, Anne, is that I just need a week. Give me one week and I promise you that we won't have to worry over the new lease for a total month."

Anne frowned. "A month?"

Marcy grimaced a little. "A secure estimation, really. Can't really determine anything unless I get the beginning salary, and even then it's still gonna be rough."

And Anne had seen her fair share of roughness. Even if the idea of moving in like this sounded tricky — and keeping her mother’s insistence on coming home as a Plan B rather than a Plan A was stupid — it was a lot better than having Marcy lose a place she called home for ten years.

After all, Anne didn't need to use her imagination to know what it felt like.

Anne took a deep breath. Her nose stung with a heaviness now — hard to know if it came from the coffee or herself. "You're the best, Marce. I don't know how I can ever repay you."

"Awww, you don't have to." Marcy took out her wallet. Plucking out a ten dollar bill, she placed it snugly onto the table, and wrote her signature onto the paper. All crisp and curly. Familiar to look at.

"You've been through a lot already," Marcy said. Her lips pressed together more, letting out a heavy sigh — all tired, weighty. "I want to just return the favor."

"Ach, but it still feels weird. You're inviting me and my son into your home." She knew what it meant to keep account of three people in a household; the checks, taxes, and grocery numbers were never small. "At least let me make it up somehow with the long term."

Marcy drummed her pen on the table. With the percussion, Anne wondered if the woman still tuned up her drums. Or if she sold it years ago with the lack of room. "Weeeell, my cooking skills are pretty rusty." Her drumming increased. Reminded Anne of breaking hearts, of lit-up mushrooms. "Won't mind having a professional chef on board, if you have one."

Anne snorted. She couldn't help it, it somehow made her feel a lot better. "Fine, I'll cook for you."

"You're a lifesaver, oh my Frog."

"Hey, I'm not gonna let my kid eat ramen all day, it's common sense!"

Marcy didn't listen though. She just grasped Anne's hands with all the gentleness in the world and enthusiastically repeated "thank you" until the waiters turned their heads. And Anne laughed her butt off as she tried to pull away, yelling when Marcy's shirt caught on fire from the candle.

And for a second, Anne forgot why she'd been frustrated in the first place. She remembered that the sky was crisp blue, that the sun was a bright spec in the soft mid-day, and that the wind caressed her face gently with the early hours.

There was no frustration. There was no focus on what was broken. For a moment, she only focused on their deal, the fact they were old, and Marcy's love for ramen.

All in the bustling heart of Florentine Street.

#amphibia #anne boonchuy #marcy wu #marcanne #48 Years #fanfic

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meshlasolus · 3 years

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None Other Than You (Tadashi Hamada x Reader)

Lol so like I'm genuinely interested in what y'all have to say about this story and would like to know how y'all want it to end... pls lemme know bc i don't know how I want it to go lol

Series Summary: When tragedy strikes, and nothing can be done to stop it from happening, you often feel powerless entirely, however when it comes to picking up the pieces, you're able to have a say in the way things go.

Chapter Warnings: more flirty type crap, SMUT... unprotected crap guys (use ze glove when making da love) idek when I'ma have them get together rn it's just friends... oh amd yeah one use of the word 'shit,'

Part 9/?

I awoke wrapped in a strong, sweet embrace the morning after, and could feel steady fingers grazing through the strands of my hair. As I came more and more into consciousness, I also heard a consistent thumping beat right beneath my ear. Tadashi's heartbeat had soothed me to sleep last night, and awoke me this morning, and truth be told, I wouldn't want to wake up any other way again after this. That heartbeat steadily pounding in my ear kept all the bad thoughts away.

"Morning, sleeping beauty...." He trailed off while moving his hand down to softly stroke my bare arm. My tank top, -which was actually Tadashi's tank top- allowed easy access to the skin all the way up to my shoulder.

I didn't reply, I only snuggled further into him for the warmth he still possessed. He was warm, and comfy, and there was no way I was leaving his arms until I was good and ready to.

None of the plaguing questions that usually took over my brain activity were near present, and as long as I was caught up in the soft embrace of my best friend, inhaling his scent every few seconds, it would remain that way.

"I take it we're not leaving this bed for a while." He assumed, given that I was now fully awake and yet I made no move to get up and begin the day.

"Nope... we should just stay here all day." I suggested, hearing him chuckle as his chest heaved with the action beneath my head.

"I have to meet up with Hiro at five... and actually you should come too." This made me furrow my brows, what could be so important that we have to leave the comfort of this place for any reason today.

"Why do we have to?" I groaned, but managed to make it sound playful enough that he wouldn't think I was being a brat... which I totally was, to be completely honest.

"Well considering my only robotics project for years on end got lost in the void... I kind of have to rebuild him. Hiro's gonna help, and I may or may not need you to remake me those internal structural projectors, or at least write me up a new project file for them." He rambled.

"What happened to the one I made you?" I looked up at him with tired eyes, not quite understanding why he needed a new project file.

"After Baymax was finished I moved everything over to my hardrive so I could clean off my computer.... I probably just forgot to drag it over, but to be fair, your file isn't the only one missing." He reasoned, knowing that in the end I would give in. I always did. Whatever he needed, I would always supply. This little bastard, he knew he had me wrapped around his finger.

"Yeah, okay... fine, but not until five. What time is it now?"

He leaned his head over to look at the clock that was barely visible from the place on his bed.

"10:26." He responded while laying his head back down. I was still looking up at him, his brown eyes that were so tired in the morning. Up close they were stunning for the amber details in them shown through. He had beautiful eyes. Eyes that looked back at me in just as much awe as I held while gazing upon him.

I smiled a little bit, then dropped my chin to his chest, looking up still, but now through the thick layer of my eyelashes. If I wasn't so distracted at the time, maybe I would have seen how he practically melted into his bed when I did that.

A lighthearted laugh came from him before he shook his head smiling. That damn smile. Gorgeous...

"You're cute...." he said quietly, waiting for my cheeks to flush with the color red before he continued what he intended to say. "How about we go get food-"

"Nooo! I don't wanna leave the bed..." I whined, sounding more like a brat now that other things were suggested.

"You didn't let me finish. Let's go get food then come back to bed, we can watch movies on my laptop until it's time to leave." So maybe I was a bit hungry and maybe this sounded like a phenomenal idea.

"...okay." I simply agreed in one word. I was never not hungry, and Tadashi truly knew the way to my heart was with the little waffles Cass always made for downstairs in the café. "But you have to go get the food. I'll stay here and pick the movie."

"Alright then, you got yourself a deal." He said, awkwardly bringing his hand up to shake mine, but I laughed and shook it anyway.

"Go on then, peasant, bring the queen her waffles." I rolled off of him then pointed to the shade divider, which was still drawn from the previous evening.

"As you wish." He bowed before leaving.

I took the liberty of getting up and going to the bathroom, knowing I wouldn't want to wait to pee if we'd started watching movies. I also took a small bit of time to make myself more presentable. I wasn't sure what this crazy roller coaster of emotions I was being pulled along on, but it wouldn't hurt to look good incase he decided he was interested.

I went and jumped back into bed, pulling the sheets up over my head and trying to make it seem like I never left. I did put up quite a fit about it, so best he not know.

Tadashi took a while to come back with the food, which was strange. Maybe the the café was a bit busier this morning and aunt Cass was struggling to get all the orders fast enough. In that case, maybe I should go down to help. Just as I was about to leave the bed, the door opened. Tadashi came in holding a bag of food with a logo that didn't belong to the Lucky Cat. He read the confused expression on my face right away, and chuckled.

"Aunt Cass forgot to stock up on the ingredients for the waffles this week, these are from that place down the street" he said, setting down the bag and sitting next to me on the bed.

"You didn't have to go get me some... I would've been okay with something else." I felt bad for his trouble, but also flattered that he took the time to get me exactly what I wanted.

"Milady needed her waffles." He said with a smile while digging out the contents of the bag. I watched him with a smile on my face before he caught me staring. He didn't say anything, just held a smirk on his face as he continued to pull the contents from the bag.

"That's a lot of good food... get anything for yourself?" I joked, resulting in a nudge from his shoulder that knocked me back into his sheets in a fit of laughter.

"You know what, I was gone for like half an hour and you still never picked a movie like you said you would." He chastised, reaching over for his laptop and handing it over so that I could pick something to watch.

"What's your new password?" I asked, turning the screen to face him so he could type it in. He clicked the show password button and turned it back to face me but I was confused when I saw a bunch of random letters. "What's that supposed to be?"

He shrugged and handed me an open to-go box with my waffles. "It's yours and Hiro's names scrambled together."

I looked at the combination with a puzzled expression for a second longer before I figured it out. Mine and Hiro's names, except it alternated every other letter. It completely slipped my mind of what that probably meant. He must really think of me as a close person in his life.

I put on a movie called 'Some Like it Hot' for while we ate breakfast. It was an oldie hut a goodie, with one of my favorite vintage actresses of all time. Not to mention how funny and comical it was for a movie in it's time.

"Mm, haven't seen this one in a while." Tadashi said, his face stuffed with waffles as he spoke.

"Yeah, I missed it."

We finished eating around halfway through the movie, so we opted to instead snuggle back down under the covers for the remaining time.

There came a specific scene, where Marilyn Monroe's character came into the room too quickly, so her love interest who was also pretending to be a woman had to sit into a bathtub to avoid suspicion. When the other male actor came onto the screen, still in his clothes to appear as the other woman Daphne, the man stood out of the bathtub fully clothed with only a woman's hair and face. The scene was so simple and old fashioned, but made me laugh every time I watched it nonetheless.

My giggles echoed even into the next scene, and I had to try and quiet myself down for fear of disruption of the other viewer. Of course, little spurts here and there of my laughter would come out anyways. Once I got going it was hard to stop myself.

"You're cute when you so that." I heard a sweet voice in my ear, before I felt a kiss on top of my head.

We watched for several more minutes, and almost reached the climax of the movie, but then the screen stopped, and the spinning circle of death had come upon it.

"Aw man, right at the good part." I said, trying to refresh the page. The only thing that happened when I did that was stop the browser from working too. Soon the little dinosaur game popped up. I was tempted to just play for the heck of it, but then closed the laptop in defeat. "You might as well text Hiro and tell him we can come now... no point in spending the rest of our time trying to fix the wifi."

"Nah, I seem to remember agreeing to staying in bed till we had to leave." He brought up my words from when we first woke up this morning, and I smiled as I snuggled my blushing face into his chest.

"Well if you insist."

He pulled me so close, his arms wrapped so tightly around me I was afraid one wrong move could dislocate his shoulder. He was so gentle, so soft. He felt like a warm summer night that put butterflies in my stomach. He felt like the blanket I got for my fourth birthday that I still slept with sometimes to keep away nightmares. He felt like a memory that was so sweet I would never forget of it. He felt like the only home I'd ever known. My parents were better to me when I was a child, but when i reached the age of ten, everything was practically torture, and nothing I did could stop it. Even the first few months at SFIT, a place where I finally felt like I belonged, weren't wonderfully joyful as they should have been. The bullies that made me miserable until I would leave each day made for the worst afterschool scenarios.

It wasn't until Tadashi came along that I ever felt like things were going to be okay. He made me feel secure, and safe. He brought the greatest joy into my life, and made me feel like I could do anything. He made me a better person, one that wasn't tucked into a shell of a human being that just wanted to die. After the day I met him, I was always relieved, because as long as he stayed in my life, I knew that nothing could ever be that bad. I loved him with all my entire being, and even if he never felt the same, I would adore him till the day I die.

"C-can I try something with you?" He asked nervously. I had no idea what he was thinking, but whatever he wanted to do, he could.

"Of course." I spoke with such utter confidence. Confidence not in myself but in him.

"You don't know what it is yet..." he trailed off. He seemed a little tense, but why should he be? He knows I trust him.

"Doesn't matter. Whatever it is you want to do, do it." I spoke in a firm, nearly commanding tone, but still the choice was obviously his.

"Are you sure?" He pulled away from our sweet embrace, making me look him in the eye as we sat up.

"Positive"

He still was wearly on the confirmation I'd given, but he went on ahead to try whatever it was he wanted to do.

He pushed me back into the pillows by his headboard, pinning me down by interlacing our hands together, then pushing them down unto the mattress. He settled himself between my legs and leaned down to whisper in my ear.

"Tell me when to stop..." he then burrowed down into my neck as he pressed kisses there. They were hungry and quick, but still so gentle in a way that seemed only Tadashi was capable of.

"Dashi.." I breathed out, wanting to run my fingers through his hair, but not being able to because they were still pinned down om either side of my head.

He must have read my mind, for his hands left mine, running down my forearms before he used one arm to prop himself up and the other slithered under my waist.

My hands shot straight to the back of his head, threading my fingers through as he continued his ministrations on my skin. I got a small bit needy after a few moments, pulling him back and attaching my lips to his. He smirked against my mouth, and it didn't go unnoticed by me, but it was my turn to smirk when only a second later he licked my bottom lip, waiting for me to grant him access. I teased him a little bit, waiting until I'd decided he had enough. He knew what I was doing. He knew me.

He ground his hips into their place between my legs, getting me to emit a moan while opening my mouth. The sneaky little shit took advantage of that and granted himself access on his own.

The hand that sat beneath my waist had been toying with the hem of my shirt, and I knew he was practically begging me for permission, though he didn't want to actually ask me out loud. I broke apart for only a split second to answer him.

"Take it off." And then my mouth was back on his... at least until he broke apart to stare at me deep in the eye.

"You sure?" He put our passionate make out session on hold, making sure I was comfortable with all this.

I nodded a small nod, but my response time was quick, and he knew that I meant it.

He pulled the shirt off of me and tossed it to the floor, and after if was discarded, he looked more flustered than I did. I wasn't ever insecure about my body, for I knew that all bodies were beautiful no matter the shape or size, but with the way Tadashi looked down at me with a completely red face and a dropped jaw, I couldn't help but chuckle a little.

"Like what you see?" I joked, knowing that even in a moment of intimacy like this, I could still be myself and not have to change the mood for it to be nice.

"You have no idea." He dipped down and began trailing kisses along my chest. The way his mouth moved on my skin was heaven, and even though I had dreamt this very moment dozens of times, nothing felt like the real thing.

His kisses were airy, and light as a feather, but the impact they still made on me was insane. His hands roamed the now exposed parts of my body with the upmost respect and sensitivity to my comfort, though if he wanted I'd let him touch me anywhere. He could do anything he wanted to me right now. He had so much power in this moment and he had no idea. Maybe I shouldn't let him find out. I pushed him back just slightly, looking at how disheveled his hair looked, and how dark his eyes had turned. I yanked on the bottom of his shirt, getting his attention towards it.

"Take this off." I told him, not a shadow of doubt within my voice. I had no idea where this confident, commanding tone came from, but it was working.

Dashi lifted the shirt up over his head and let it fall to the floor in no time at all. He didn't have to be told twice.

I could only barely see his scars coming up over his shoulder on either side, and let my fingers dance over them softly when he came to lay back over me. His head dropped down by my ear again and the words that followed made me shiver in the best way possible.

"Tell me whatever you want, you'll always have it."

I grabbed his face and kissed him again, trying my best to roll my hips upwards into his.

All of this was very sloppy, and inexperienced, but neither of us had really known any better. We didn't care enough to pay attention to it either. We struggled only slightly to get the test of our clothes off and onto the floor to join the rest. It was a bit awkward, and a little strange for the position we were in, but it wasn't totally a mess. The worst part of all this was when he came back over me, both of us stripped down to nothing, buck ass nude, just waiting for the anticipated moment. Although I wasn't exactly sure what size was impressive, I did ay least know that even putting in bigger tampons hurt me. I couldn't help but let a face of fear flash over me, catching the boy's attention right away.

"Tell me to stop..." he reminded me of his earlier words, but I refused to quit now. As far as I was concerned, he was the love of my life, and I was so close to having in in a way no one had ever had him before. He was about to do the same with me, and the only thing holding either of us back was my consent to keep going.

I pulled him down and pressed a kiss to his lips before getting close to his ear.

"Just..... please be gentle with me." I knew my words were practically null and void, because literally everything he'd ever done with me was gentle, and perfect.

"I'll be slow, I promise." He said quietly, pressing his face to my neck and sucking a piece of skin to hopefully dull the pain.

As I felt him slide in, my senses suddenly were all only focused on one fact. The fact that I was being stretched open further than ever before, and it hurt. It hurt a lot.

My face scrunched up to show my discomfort, but I didn't dare say anything that would cause this to be over. It hurt, but I needed him more than anything right now.

"You okay?" He mumbled. He was barely able to get out words now, and I imagined as much pain ad I was in, it must have felt amazing for him. That's what I need to focus on. He's feeling good right now, and I'm the cause. With only that thought in my head, I was able to feel a sting of pleasure shoot through me. I hummed in response to his question before I decided I was ready to continue.

"Move." I said, trying my best to keep my breathing even, or at least enough to just get out that single word.

"I don't wanna hurt y-"

"I know... you can move, I'm okay."

He breathed in deeply before withdrawing himself from me and then slowly going back in. I swore my stomach began to clench as he continued to move. In and out, going slowly, never rushing anything. Nothing compared to the feeling I started to feel. Nothing compared to the sound he made in my ear when he started to go deeper. The grunt he let out when I had moaned his name softly was music to my ears.

His pace had increased, but he took his time to get from one speed to the other. He was still so gentle and slow, and for how good I already felt, it was fine just the way it was. He was so good at this, just like everything else he did. Everything came so naturally to him.

I started to feel a coil within my stomach, and as he increased his speed, the same coil was just begging to be released. My hips started twitching around, and I couldn't control myself any longer. Although the pleasure I felt was now immeasurable, my body was begging for release. I let it all go with a cry of his nickname, and then I felt myself clench around him. He didn't even last a second longer. He collapsed on top of me, breathing heavily, practically panting. We'd both worked up a thin layer of sweat on our bodies, which caused our skin to stick to one another's. Tadashi rolled his hips once or twice to help us both ride out any feeling that was still left in the wake of what we just did. His hands searched for mine, and they found them separately. One laced in his hair, and the other one tightly gripping the sheets for dear life. He laced out hands together, and held himself up the same way he had when this all started. He leaned down and pressed more soft kisses to my lips, but these were different. Although just as gentle as his earlier ones, these kisses were slow, and meaningful. They simply felt different.

"Just wanted to 'try something with me', huh?" My voice sounded so different from earlier, but it wasn't too strange, just different than normal.

"Yeah... I did." He admitted, straying from my joking vibe and turning into a more serious one. "I've never felt anything so good in my life."

"Feel free to try more things with me, I don't mind." I kissed him once more, thinking about how we still had hours to lay here together in this bed until we had to go meet up with Hiro.

A/n: just another reminder to drop into my asks or even the comment section lol tell me how this story should end bc i still don't know how it should

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hargrove-mayfields · 3 years

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Back when things were still easy, Billy and Max used to have sibling days on the weekends when Neil wouldn’t be home, setting aside their issues to have just one day that was meant for doing something fun together.

The tradition had been dropped after the move to Hawkins, and Max thinks that’s where a lot of the strain on their relationship comes from. Without those designated times to let go of some of the tension building between them, they fall to pieces.

There’s one day in particular where it’s just Max at home all by herself, her mother and Neil having gone on a trip to the city she opted out of, when Billy shows up much earlier than he said he would be back, ruining the calm when he slammed the front door so hard a picture frame fell off the wall.

Neither of them say a word to the other, all she gets is an apologetic and glossy looking glance for the noise as he storms past her like she isn’t even there.

She doesn’t see Billy again for a long time after that, just hears the angry music blaring in his room. By now, she’s wisened up enough to know that meant he was probably crying in there, and though she doesn’t know what happened, she feels bad.

It’d been far too long since they acted anything like real siblings, not that they were actually related, but they used to be just as close, so after her brother’s been brooding for literal hours, she knows she wants to do something.

Her opportunity to bring it up comes when Billy makes his grand appearance at her door, stopping by to ask if she ate dinner just so he, quote ‘wouldn’t get any shit for it.’ She nods in agreement and asks, “Do you know what day it is, Billy?”

He shrugs, “28th of June.”

“Well, doy, but it’s also Friday.” Billy raises an eyebrow, missing the point, and Max rolls her eyes. “Friday. You know, like, the one day we get to hang out.”

Too cool for that stuff anymore apparently, he scoffs and leans against the doorframe, and she just knows he’s going to say something snarky, so she turns the puppy dog eyes up a notch, “Please? It’ll be fun.”

It works, Billy sighs way over dramatic and steps into her room, throwing himself down onto her beanbag chair. She can’t contain the smile on her face when he asks with fake defeat, “What did you want, shitbird?”

“I want a makeover day. Like we used to do.”

“Not gonna happen.”

“Why?” She crosses her arms, “Just because that’s what I want to do?”

He fixes her with a look that says ‘seriously?’, and explains, an edge of frustration to his voice, “No, because you know what’ll happen if I’m struttin’ around in nail polish and shit when Neil gets back.”

“They’re not supposed to come back until like, Monday though,” in response to her excuses, he mimics her in crossing his arms over his chest, so she tries harder to reason with him, “And we can always just take it off when we’re done.”

“That’s just a waste of your stuff, then.”

“Come on, Billy, please?” she’s out of actual arguments and he’s winning, so she brings out the big guns, the little sister privilege, the one surefire way she knows will always knock her brother off guard, “I miss you.”

He squints at her, seeing through the attempted guilt trip, but he can’t muster a frown, and he must know it wasn’t all fake, because he says, “Whatever.”

She knows that’s his version of a yes and he’s just too proud to admit he caved, so she squeals and claps her hands together, taking off like a shot to dig under her bed for the stowed away beauty kit. It’s a little wicker basket filled to the brim with nail polish and makeup, the same one they’d used years ago before everything went wrong, and it makes her happy, bringing the old thing back out.

She stops to put a record in her player, choosing Queen as the closest thing to a middle ground between their respective music tastes, they at least both weren’t supposed to listen to it, and drops down into the other chair beside Billy.

On the latch-hook rug in front of them, she starts to empty the basket, lining up all her brightly colored bottles of nail polish, slightly dried out after months of not using them. “What color?”

“Why do I have to go first?” Billy asks. All Max has to say in response is a know-it-all “Because I said so.”

“Fine. You pick.” The moment he says it he looks like he regrets it, Max is notoriously bad at making decisions, but she ignores him and starts holding up bottles anyways.

First, after few minutes deliberation, she chooses a pretty dark green, and he scrunches his nose and doesn’t say anything. She picks a purplish color, which he tosses away on the bed, a very firm ‘no’ that makes Max giggle. Then she gives him a bright orange bottle, and he holds in front of his face, studying it before turning that one down too.

“God, if I knew you’d be so annoying I would’ve just painted them all the colors.” She remarks, lining up her polishes so she could do just that.

“That’s actually probably not a very good idea, kiddo.” Looking a little panicked, he digs through the bottles himself, settling on one he pulls away and stares at for a second before handing it to her and telling her, “Just do ‘em red.”

It confuses her, but she agrees regardless, and makes him turn in his seat so he’s facing her and his hands are flat on the floor. His hands are a little shaky, so her paint job isn’t the best, she even drips some on the carpet, which she hopes her mother won’t notice, but Billy doesn’t say anything about the mess.

With his nails done she moves onto his hair, she wants to do double braids like how he taught her to do in her own hair, so she shoves his arm to get him to turn around. “Scoot.”

He lets her push him around until he’s in the right place that she can reach his hair, but once he’s facing the far wall he tells her, “Don’t you dare use that brush on my hair, Maxine.”

“Jeez, relax. I’m not gonna mess up your princess curls.” She mocked, but she still went for the comb to run through his hair instead.

She waited until she could get it through without catching on any tangles before bothering trying to talk to him. When Billy was upset, he tended to clam up, but she didn’t particularly like feeling awkward in the silence, leaving all the talking to the record player. “Can we talk about why you were mad earlier?”

“Nope.”

“Would you tell me if I told you about my day?” She tries, but he shuts it down again with an “Unlikely.”

“I’ll tell you anyways.” Max didn’t know what had happened with Billy, but she knew she hadn’t had the greatest morning herself either. “I had to ask Lucas to bring me home early because me and Mike got in a fight.”

Billy snorted, and spoke with just as much sarcasm as Max had used on him. She learned that from him anyways. “You and Mike? No.”

“Yeah. He was being a total ass about El, trying to like, own her or something, so I told him to lay off ‘cause that’s totally not fair.”

She knew that Billy, having graduated and turned 18 now, was probably getting a little old for this type of drama, but he was a good listener, no matter how much he pretended not to care, always giving little bits of insight and saying things to make her laugh.

She continues, “Well, anyways he like, totally bit my head off for sticking up for her, so then I told him he was just a miserable mouth breather who’s jealous of El being happy, and he tried to kick me out.”

Billy laughed at that, muttering a little ‘ow’ when the action made Max pull his hair, “But you left before he could kick you out right?”

“Duh.” She sighs a little, the fun part of the story over. “Then when we pulled up outside, Lucas said something stupid about it being my fault or whatever, so I dumped him again.”

“Good. I told you not to take any shit from them anymore.” Billy had been less than happy with her friends a lot recently, when she’d come home from school or from hanging out upset over something they said. They never meant to hurt her feelings, but Billy didn’t like it all the same, and made her promise she’d stand up for herself a little more. Like she did to him.

“Yeah, I guess.” It makes her feel light on the inside, to know Billy was proud of her for following his advice, in his own way at least. “So? What happened to you?”

He shrugs again, and blows her off, “It’s nothing.”

“You were crying.”

“Yeah, and it’s none of your business.”

“Maybe not,” she fumbles with the braid and loses it, Billy’s stupid uneven mullet making it way too hard to braid so many different lengths of hair, “But I’m like, an expert now. El says she likes my advice.”

Under his breath, Billy mutters, “‘Course she does.”

Max purses her lips and pretends she didn’t hear that before continuing her offer, “Anyways, I can always try to help.”

“Listen, it’s just stupid dating stuff. Nothin’ you need to be worrying about.”

“But I’m a girl. I can give advice about that.” She thinks about it for a second, “I mean, I know more about being a girlfriend than having one, but it’s probably about the same.”

“Maybe.” Billy mumbles, focusing all his attention on picking at the nail polish that had missed the edges of his nails, and just from the way he tensed up she can tell she’d overstepped Billy’s boundaries in some way or another.

She finishes of the braid she had already started over twice now and puts a blue scrunchie on the end of it, giving him a minute.

When she starts combing out the rest of his hair is when Billy speaks again, not a drop of his distinctly Billy attitude in his words as he admitted softly, “You know, shitbird, I never said anything ‘bout having a girlfriend.”

That’s confusing to her at first, because he had just told her it was a dating thing, but Max’d been hearing all the nasty things Neil said about Billy for years now, and while she might just be a kid, might be the clueless and annoying little sister, she still knew the weight of what he’d just admitted to her.

It had always made her sad, to know Neil didn’t really like Billy, all the mean words he used, ones she wouldn’t dare repeat, to describe Billy and his friends, all the lies he told about him behind his back. But she doesn’t buy it, what her asshole step-dad had to say.

Her brother was cool, and she liked hanging out with him, when he wasn’t being such a jerk. The fact that he had a boyfriend instead of a girlfriend didn’t change that in the least bit.

She hums, trying to gather words and, her voice strained against the outburst of happiness, says “See? I can totally help with boy stuff.”

#billy hargrove #max mayfield #billy and max #harringrove #it’s implied harringrove at least because Steve is the boyfriend in question #story by ej!#ej writer #this is really sloppy but I wanted to just get this outta my drafts so here ya go #it was also initially from a much larger story #I just decided this was the only part I like #if you take note of the date tho I think y’all can probably tell where I was going with this #just wanted to write Billy coming out to Max because we as a fandom kinda decided that she already knew bc of that one vague convo #but like that stuff is really hard to pick up on when you’re the clueless little sister #(trust me lol)#I think it’s more something like maybe she snitched on him for doing smthn neil knew was Bc he was gay but she didn’t #and she never put the pieces together until he told her #featuring (subtle) autistic Max bc when doesn’t my writing #and colorblind Billy if you squint with the nail polish

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A Favor: Part Nineteen

Nessian Modern AU

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a/n: another chapter where the girls are clowns and cassian worships nesta's every breath 🙄 i promise some variety is headed your way soon

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Gwyn adamantly refuses to accept any gifts for her birthday, much to Emerie’s irritation and Nesta’s relief. No amount of love for her friends can make Nesta enjoy the turmoil of hunting for the perfect gift, and she happily shows up at Gwyn’s apartment that night with nothing save for an overnight bag.

Gwyn easily has the nicest home out of all three of the girls, and it makes Nesta feel oddly proud to have a financially stable friend. Nesta herself has been flacking on her legal consultant duties to Night Court Inc., choosing to make do with the money she’s already earned while focusing on school.

Once they’ve all changed into sleep clothes and are settled around the living room coffee table with a cupcake and a glass of wine each, Gwyn pulls out a brightly colored bracelet-making kit with a sheepish grin. “I found this while I was looking through my childhood things,” she says, opening the kit. “You guys aren’t too grown for it, are you?”

“Depends,” Emerie hums, leaning over to get a closer look. “Is it Rainbow Loom?”

She gets her answer when Gwyn dumps out bundles of multicolored string instead of rubber bands onto the table. Looking disappointed, Emerie plucks up a handful of string. “Fine, I guess I can make do.”

Nesta licks cream cheese frosting off her thumb. “How do you make them? The bracelets?”

She’s met with two dumbfounded stares. “Have you never been to a thirteen year old’s slumber party?” Gwyn says.

“...No?”

When Gwyn and Emerie keep staring, Nesta feels the need to add, “I’ve never been to a sleepover. This is my first.” She was never one to be invited to sleepovers or social gatherings; even when she made acquaintances in middle and high school, they were just that—acquaintances.

“That’s… actually kind of sad,” Emerie says. Gwyn elbows her hard, making her yelp.

“I never thought of it that way,” Nesta says, shrugging. Though maybe it’s because a lot of things about her childhood were sad; it isn’t like she kept count of it all.

“Well, you can learn how to make bracelets now,” Gwyn states, taking out a little plastic baggie and emptying it out onto the table. Small silver charms scatter everywhere. “Everyone gets three colors and one charm.”

Nesta leans forward, making out the different charms. She spies one in the shape of a book, and another in the shape of a dove, and one in the shape of a music note. She snatches up the eighth note before anyone else can. Gwyn takes the book for herself, and Emerie considers the selection of charms before picking a dagger-shaped one. They prepare their string next.

“Now, we can either braid them or knot them.” Gwyn demonstrates how to do it either way, Nesta watching closely before imitating her. She braids the strings of her bracelet as best she can, her cheeks turning red with frustration whenever she spies one of the other girls’ perfect knots. Her half-eaten cupcake is forgotten as she tries to get her bracelet to stay together.

At one point she just has to accept the shoddy work she’s done and tie the bracelet off. She checks to see if it fits on her wrist.

“Now everyone give their bracelet to the person on their left,” Gwyn declares.

Nesta clutches her sloppily-made bracelet to her chest as Emerie responds, “What?”

“So we can wear each other’s bracelets,” Gwyn explains. “And carry around a part of each other all the time.”

“If I had known we were gonna be sentimental, I wouldn’t have picked the cute charm,” Emerie grumbles. Nesta agrees, but Gwyn just clicks her tongue and starts switching bracelets around. In the end, Nesta has Emerie’s dagger bracelet, Gwyn has Nesta’s music note bracelet, and Emerie has Gwyn’s book charm.

Nesta wiggles her bracelet on and turns her wrist over in the light. “That was fun,” she decides. “What happens next at a sleepover?”

“Next,” Gwyn says, “we exchange our most embarrassing secrets with each other, and then we do each other’s hair.”

Emerie shakes her head. “Okay, now I’m really too old for this. Anyone want to watch a movie?”

Gwyn nudges Emerie. “I’m the old one here, and it’s my birthday.” She raises her pert chin in a way that doesn’t look very grown up at all. “What I say goes.”

Emerie flicks up an eyebrow and stares in challenge, which Nesta interrupts by saying, rather exasperatedly, “I’ll go first, then.”

She digs around in her head for something embarrassing enough to be socially acceptable, only to realize that although a lot of embarrassing things have happened to her before, none of them are secrets. She finally settles on an admission. “When I was a kid, I had a thing for breaking and entering into rich people’s empty houses and hanging out in them. Does that count as a secret?”

Gwyn gapes, laughing in disbelief. “Are you going to leave it at that?”

“That actually sounds fun.” Emerie swirls her wine. “Why’d you stop?”

Nesta had almost forgotten. “I got caught.” She remembers the terror of being fourteen and fleeing past cherry blossom trees on her bare feet. “The owner’s family showed up early to vacation one year, and I never risked going back after that.” She shrugs. “Who’s next?”

Gwyn raises her hand excitedly. “I used to be a hardcore Gleek. Like, I had a closet full of Glee memorabilia.”

Nesta doesn’t quite know what to say. Emerie winces. “Maybe you should’ve kept that one a secret.”

“It was only one facet of my entire theatre kid personality. Should I tell you about the rest?”

Emerie raises her hands in surrender. “Please don’t. I’ll go next if it makes you stop.”

Gwyn laughs and Nesta perks up. “What’s your secret?” She hopes Emerie will finally admit to filling their shared Kindle account with lesbian spanking fiction.

But Emerie suddenly gets serious, clearing her throat and fingering the stem of her wine glass. “I might have the worst secret,” she says awkwardly. “I haven’t been honest with you guys.”

Nesta straightens, and Gwyn looks intrigued.

“In my defense,” Emerie says, “I never expected all of us to end up hanging out this much. Before Nesta and I became friends, all I did was show up to school to kick rich kids’ asses and make career connections.”

“Spit it out, Emerie,” Nesta tells her.

So she does. “I’ve been lying about my age.” Her cheeks turn red, either from alcohol or embarrassment, Nesta doesn’t know.

Nesta furrows her brows. “You’re not twenty-four?”

Emerie shakes her head in guilt.

“How old are you, then?” Gwyn says.

Emerie mutters something too low for them to hear. When Gwyn tells her to repeat herself, she says, too loudly, “Twenty-eight.”

She’s met with silence, and then—

Gwyn starts cackling, nearly keeling over. Nesta can only stare in shock. “Why would you—?”

“Because school is a shark tank,” Emerie says. “Everyone else went there straight out of undergrad, and I had to work four jobs for four years just to afford tuition. Being old at Prythian means being poor.” She quietens, looking down at her brown hands twisted together. “And by the time we started to get close, it felt too weird to bring up. So… I’m sorry?” She looks up to see if Nesta is upset.

Nesta doesn’t know what to feel, but Gwyn seems to. “You called me old,” she accuses. “You’re nearly a grandma!”

“Were you going to lie about your age forever?” Nesta interjects.

“If I had known there was going to be a forever, I would have opened up a lot sooner,” Emerie defends.

Nesta drops her head onto the table and covers her ears with her arms. “This is so weird,” she says against the wood of the table, her voice muffled. “I can never look at you the same way ever again.”

“That’s fair,” Emerie says cautiously. “But are you really mad?” Nesta feels a hesitant hand touch her shoulder.

“I need time to process,” Nesta says from her cocoon. Suddenly she hears a hum and a click, and her cocoon gets even darker. Gwyn and Emerie make twin sounds of surprise.

Poking her head up, Nesta blinks to find total darkness in the apartment. The heater has stopped running, leaving behind a quiet stillness.

“Shit,” Gwyn curses, fumbling with her phone. The flashlight turns on, lighting up her face. “I swear I paid my electric bill.”

“I don’t think it’s just you,” Emerie says, getting up to look out the window. “Look, the whole street is out.”

By the time they gather some candles and light them, the apartment has dropped twenty degrees in temperature. Nesta shudders, wishing she’d brought some warm pants with her.

“Let me get us some blankets,” Gwyn says, running off to the linen closet. Emerie and Nesta huddle together on the couch while they wait.

“So you’re really not mad at me?” Emerie asks, hope in her voice.

“Not mad,” Nesta says. “But I think we all lost a little respect for you back there.”

Emerie smiles. “Just a little?”

Gwyn comes back then wearing a thick sweater and carrying a pile of comforters. “I got a text from the landlord,” she says, unceremoniously dropping the blankets onto the couch. “Ice took out the power lines in the whole neighborhood, and we’re not getting any electricity until morning.”

“But it’s negative temperatures outside,” Nesta protests. “We’ll freeze to death.”

“Not if we all cuddle.” Gwyn tries to beam at them, but the effort is futile. “I’m sorry, guys,” she sighs, plopping onto the couch beside Nesta. “This is a terrible birthday celebration.”

Nesta wraps an arm around Gwyn and tucks her into her side, soaking up her warmth as Emerie spreads a heavy comforter over all of their legs. “What are you apologizing for? You did nothing wrong.”

The girls sit in silence for a few minutes until Emerie speaks up. “I wonder what Mr. Madani is doing right now.”

“What?” Nesta frowns.

“He’s probably all alone in his fancy heated cabin, unaware that you’re stuck in the cold dark.” Emerie suddenly smacks Nesta’s arm. “Hey. Why are we freezing our asses off here when you practically own that cabin?”

“I do not practically own that cabin,” Nesta splutters. “And this is Gwyn’s birthday. Why would I take you to Cassian’s place on her birthday?”

“Exactly!” Emerie says. “It’s Gwyn’s birthday, and she deserves better than this. Can’t your boyfriend be a little charitable and share his nice house with us?”

Nesta turns to Gwyn for help, but Gwyn just says carefully, “...Is it a big cabin?”

Emerie nods fiercely, pulling out her phone. “Eris has a picture of it from New Year’s on his Instagram. You wouldn’t believe how much money these Night Court execs make.”

Nesta makes pointed eyes at Gwyn. “You really want to spend your birthday with two strange men?” Cassian and Azriel aren’t exactly meek, nonthreatening men either—at least not at first glance. Considering the state Gwyn was in just some weeks ago, this doesn’t sound like a good idea at all.

Gwyn sounds wary but open-minded when she says, “You trust them, right? And it’s not like we’re going to let the guys join our sleepover. We’re just going to have a warm place to stay while we wait for my power to come back.”

When it’s phrased like that… Nesta purses her lips, thinking.

“Fine,” she finally decides. “Let’s go.”

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Nesta strips off her jeans almost as soon as she enters the cabin. Much to Cassian’s pride and pleasure, this leaves her wearing only one of his old sweatshirts. Meanwhile, Gwyn and Emerie stand around awkwardly in the middle of the living area without knowing what to do next.

“Make yourselves at home.” Cassian grins at them. “Do you need anything? Food? Drinks?”

“Stop worrying,” Nesta groans. “We don’t need to be mothered.”

“I totally hear you,” he nods. “I’ll make cookies.” And maybe some hot drinks. It’s supposed to be a birthday party, after all.

Just then, Azriel appears at the top of the stairs in a dark hoodie and sweats. He’s halfway down the steps when he notices the living room full of girls and promptly turns around.

Cassian calls his name before he can escape. “Want to help me out in the kitchen?”

“No, thanks,” Az says over his shoulder, leaving Cassian alone to play host.

While Gwyn and Emerie admire the cabin (“There’s a gym down the hallway and a library upstairs,” Nesta points out to them), Cassian gathers baking ingredients in the kitchen. He rarely eats desserts or junk food, much less makes them, but surely he can manage a snack for the girls.

When he returns to the living room half an hour later with cookies and mugs of hot chocolate, the coffee table has been moved out of the way and replaced with a spread of blankets and pillows. The fire crackles hotly enough that Gwyn and Emerie have joined Nesta in discarding any extra clothing articles, and they all cheer from the couch when they spy the food.

“Goddamn,” Emerie whistles at the platter of cookies on Nesta’s lap. “Nesta told us you were a catch, Mr. Madani, but she didn’t tell us she got the full housewife package.”

“Shut up.” Nesta shoves a cookie into Emerie’s mouth and passes Gwyn some hot chocolate. Any toughness vanishes when she looks back at Cassian. “Thank you,” she mouths, and he answers by smoothing out her ponytail.

Satisfied with his work and feeling guilty for crashing the girls’ fun, he’s about to call it a night when he feels a tug at his pants. Nesta is looking up at him with eyes that ask him to stay. Cassian glances nervously to Gwyn and Emerie, who are arguing about what movie to watch from his extensive streaming collection, and glances back to Nesta. Are you sure? he asks her silently.

She nods, but it isn’t until Gwyn says, “Just sit down, you’re blocking the TV,” that he indeed sits his ass down on the floor by Nesta’s feet.

A short tug of war between Gwyn and Emerie results in Emerie getting the remote. She blows a hair triumphantly out of her face. “No Planet Earth documentary for you, then,” she says.

Gwyn sits back, grumbling, “You’d think I’d get treated better on my damn birthday.” Nesta adds, “I like documentaries.”

“You’ll like The Proposal even more,” Emerie refutes, scrolling through the TV.

The smell of melting chocolate chips must invade the rest of the cabin, because not long after the movie begins, Cassian catches Azriel sneaking downstairs. As subtle as a shadow, no one even notices him until he plucks up a cookie from the side table by Nesta.

She slides her eyes over to him without turning her head. “You look like a punk with your hood up,” she snorts. “What are you, fifteen?”

From the floor, Cassian withholds a sigh.

Az shoots her a dark look, clearly not appreciating the attention brought to his presence. “Don’t be a little shit,” he warns in a low tone. He reaches for another cookie and Nesta bats his hand away. “Those aren’t for you,” she hisses.

“Can we please not—” Cassian tries.

Az glares and goes for the cookie again. Nesta smacks him back, which results in a slap fight that is only interrupted by Gwyn pleading, “Guys, we’re missing Sandra Bullock!”

Nesta pulls away, looking apologetic, and Az flushes pink. “Sorry,” he mutters. But he snatches up three cookies with a final look at Nesta and goes to sit in the armchair on the other side of the room.

Nesta, Gwyn, and Emerie get cozy once more, quickly forgetting that Az is there. Emerie stretches her brown legs out across Gwyn’s lap like a cat. Nesta drapes her own leg over Cassian’s shoulder without warning. He turns around to meet her eyes, surprised, but she’s already intently focused on the movie. Smiling faintly to himself, he reaches up to brush her skin. It probably looks to everyone else like she owns him head to toe.

One thing Cassian quickly learns about the girls is that they simply can’t sit still. Even Nesta is more restless than usual, and she nearly kicks Cassian in the head more than once while readjusting herself on the couch. Emerie moves to sprawl on the rug. Gwyn sits upside down and watches with her head dangling off the seat.

As for Cassian, he loses all interest in the movie once Nesta joins him and Emerie on the floor, unable to contain her emotions from the couch. He glances between the movie and her face to find what’s making her so giddy, but it’s only the two main characters getting ready for a shower. He lifts a brow in amusement for no one to see, but settles back to watch her face in the glow of the dying fire. He’s waiting for her smile.

Because when Nesta really likes something, she’ll smile, and when she smiles… Everything scrunches up: her nose, her eyes, her cheeks.

On the TV, a naked Ryan Reynolds and Sandra Bullock collide into each other, toppling to the floor. Nesta’s grin makes an appearance, and she slaps Cassian’s thigh in excitement, hard enough to hurt.

He hisses in a sharp breath, but doesn’t say anything or look away. He thinks he might have to kill anyone that refuses to protect the smile on her face right now, no matter who it is.

Once the scene changes, he walks two fingers up her leg to get her attention. “Nesta,” he whispers, unable to help himself.

She glances at him for half a second before looking back to the movie. “What?”

He opens his arms and gestures her closer. Come and let me hold you.

Nesta makes a face. “Don’t embarrass me in front of the girls.”

Cassian’s lips turn down. “You don’t mean that.”

She does. To prove her point, she crawls closer to Emerie and settles down next to her. Gwyn joins them on the floor, and they all huddle together.

When he catches Az staring at him with a hint of revulsion, Cassian coughs off the yearning and rejection and glares right back.

After the movie finishes, Emerie victoriously crushes an empty can of beer in her fist. Cassian has no idea where it came from. “More Sandra!” she demands.

It takes three more movies before Emerie is knocked out cold on the arrangement of blankets and pillows on the floor, Gwyn with her. Nesta eventually came back to Cassian and fell asleep with her arms wrapped around his waist, and Azriel passed out sometime after Miss Congeniality, curled up in the armchair with his fist propping up his head.

Now, Cassian carefully untangles Nesta from himself, nudging her towards Emerie instead. In her sleep, Nesta turns over to clutch the other woman’s arm and mumbles something unintelligible.

Cassian props a pillow gently beneath her head and picks up another one, throwing it harder than he needs to at Azriel’s face. “Get up,” he hisses.

Az jerks out of his sleep, looking around the dim room in confusion. Cursing lowly, he pushes himself out of his seat and scrubs a hand through his hair. “What time is it?”

“Three.” Cassian pulls a comforter over Nesta and Emerie’s shoulders.

Az crouches and picks up the other side of the comforter, adjusting it over Gwyn’s body. Cassian thinks he might see a frown cross his face for half a second, but then Az is standing up and brushing off his clothes.

After turning off the TV, the guys head for their rooms. “I didn’t think three grown women could be so... much,” Az says as they climb up the stairs.

Cassian huffs a laugh. “We were like that when we were younger, too.”

“Yeah, but we were teenagers.”

They reach the hallway. “I don’t know about the others,” Cassian says thoughtfully, “but Nesta never got to be a normal kid.” She barely got to be a normal adult. And in a couple of short years, she’ll be working her ass off at some prestigious firm and won’t have time for simple things like sleepovers anymore.

Cassian selfishly hopes he can give Nesta all the normalcy he can before that happens.

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a/n: i’m gonna do my best in future chapters to give cassian depth beyond just his relationship with nesta 🥴 but first, be on the lookout for a gwynriel bonus scene :)

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BnHA Chapter 294: A Half-Assed Escape

Previously on BnHA: Mirio was all “SURPRISE I’M BACK THANKS TO OUR RESIDENT SEVEN-YEAR-OLD WHO RECENTLY EARNED HER BACHELOR’S OF BEING A TOTAL BADASS.” Kacchan was all, “you know what, Dabi’s been trending long enough, time to remind the fandom what a real G looks like,” and he blasted his little bleeding body back into the fray and was all “FROM HERE ON OUT CALL ME DYNAMIGHT!!” Mirio was all, “AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA... oh, you’re serious,” and Kacchan was all “!!”, and so that’s the story of how my son got murdered twice in one day. Meanwhile in the Todoroki Drama Zone, Deku was all “STOP MURDERING MY FRIEND” and Dabi was all “THAT’S NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS” and fandom had a whole big debate about Whether Or Not Dabi Trying To Murder Deku’s Friends And Mentors Is Any Of Deku’s Business, which went exactly how you think it went. Anyway, so then Deku yelled at Dabi, and Endeavor was all moved by his manly words and randomly went to go uppercut Machia in the chin. And, seeing as how the Momoserum finally chose that exact moment to kick in, Machia is now down for the count.

Today on BnHA: The Miriosquad handles the Nearly High End Noumus, freeing up Jeanist to jasphyxiate (okay that one doesn’t really work so well) the rest of the League. Compress is all “TIME FOR THIS MILD-MANNERED SIDE CHARACTER VILLAIN TO SHINE”, except that by “shine” what he actually means is “use his quirk to punch a literal hole right through his own ass to free himself.” The rest of the chapter is basically just a back and forth between him and Jeanist, with Jeanist trying to recapture him, and Compress repeatedly thwarting him by chopping more holes out of himself because HE’S FRESH OUT OF FUCKS, AND THE ONES AT THE STORE ARE ALL SOLD OUT, MOTHERFUCKERS. Anyway, so with Compress basically dying and all, Horikoshi is all “you know what that means”, and delivers a freshly-baked villain flashback revealing that Compress is a descendant of Harima Ouji, a.k.a. the Peerless Thief, a.k.a. some famous guy whom Gentle mentioned this one time for like two seconds back in the day. The chapter ends with Compress finally demasking himself and dumping Tomura back onto the ground, a.k.a. The Worst Possible Place For Tomura To Be. ( •﹏•)

WHY IS CRUST HERE YOU’RE SUPPOSED TO BE DEAD

-- OH WAIT, SHIT. OH

AIZAWAAAA you’re alive and receiving medical help thank GOD. HOW MANY EYES DO YOU HAVE. AND MIRKO!! HOW MANY LIMBS DO YOU HAVE, OMG

so is this Aizawa dreaming about Crust’s final moments, then?? jesus. with All Due Respect to Crust’s memory, does Aizawa not already have enough misplaced guilt on his conscience as it is?? “nope, we’re gonna keep piling it on. that’s all he is now. three limbs, an indeterminate number of eyes, sexy hair, and Guilt” well shit

motherfucker y’all really out here placing an oxygen mask on Gran Torino’s corpse. fucking shounen characters. each one comes with a lifetime warranty

DAMN YOU HORIKOSHI WHY DO YOU KEEP SHOWING THESE CLOSE-UPS OF HAWKS’S UNCONSCIOUS FACE ALL WHUMPED OUT AND EXHAUSTED. HOW MUCH MORE OF THIS ARE WE GOING TO GET. ARE YOU PLANNING ON KILLING ME WITH THE UPCOMING CONVALESCENCE ARC, BECAUSE IF SO, AT LEAST HAVE THE DECENCY TO TELL ME AHEAD OF TIME SO I CAN MAKE A WILL

for a moment I considered going back and checking my previous recaps to count how many times I’ve already made a joke about Dabi’s fire incinerating Hawks’s wings but not touching so much as a hair on his five o’clock shadow, so that I could calculate whether or not I could possibly get away with making that same joke one more time. but then I realized I could just do it in this kind of roundabout way I’m doing right now instead. so there you have it

FFFFFFFMT LADY AND MIDNIGHT NOOOOO

PLEASE BE ALIVE. PLEASE RESPECT THE SIGN ON THE FRONT OF THE BUILDING. THE ONE THAT SAYS “NO LADY CHARACTERS ALLOWED TO DIE”, WITH THE FINE PRINT AT THE BOTTOM “AT LEAST NOT UNTIL HORIKOSHI GIVES US LIKE TWENTY-SIX MORE OF THEM FIRST IF THAT’S THE WAY HE WANTS TO PLAY IT.” IT’S A GOOD SIGN, PLEASE RESPECT ITS WISHES!!

so anyway though, Jeanist is giving a speech about how god knows how many people all worked together to bring Machia down. and now RHA is getting in on those fabric puns too, I see. “A SINGLE STRAND MAY BE THIN BUT TOGETHER THEY FORM A STRONG ROPE” oh so you think you guys are funny eh? I’m a frayed knot

MEANWHILE EXCUSE ME BUT WHY ARE YOU FUCKING CRYING BLOOD, HOLY SHIT

fffffff. so much for him taking over as the Number One once all this is over. so let’s just recap real quick, because Horikoshi has long since made it clear that one of his plot goals for this arc is to wipe out every single member of the Billboard Top Ten. so how we doin?

Endeavor - was just figuratively eviscerated in front of the entire nation by his homicidal zombiepunk son. also burnt half to death and possibly down a lung. will almost certainly be forced to retire after this one way or the other

Hawks - lying prettily in a medical tent. wings status: gone. hair status: still perfect

Jeanist - WELL I THOUGHT HE WAS FINE BUT APPARENTLY HE’S OUT HERE DYING, JESUS CHRIST

Edgeshot - MIA, last seen fighting Re-Destro. I really want him to have kicked RD’s ass because fuck that guy, but realistically they probably fought to a draw at best

Mirko - alive but in critical condition and missing something like 1.5 limbs

Crust - dead, currently haunting Aizawa’s traumatized dreams. now he’s gonna be triggered the rest of his life by people giving him the thumbs up, THANKS A LOT

Kamui Woods - was set on fire which is His Weakness. thoughts and prayers

Wash - last seen floating hospital patients to safety as Tomura’s wave of decay descended towards him. probably dead ffff

Old Man Samurai - haven’t seen this fucker in a hot minute, who even knows where he’s wandered off to

Ryuukyuu - currently being treated for her wounds, looked pretty bad off. but it’s hard to tell how hurt she is since most of the injuries were acquired in her transformed state. SHE BETTER GET WELL SOON

anyways, so yeah. so much for the top ten. guess that’s another reason Horikoshi brought Mirio back now, huh

so there’s a big panel of everyone fighting the Noumu while Machia lies there all “blurgh.” good riddance my dude. it took like twenty chapters and a hundred people to stop this guy so I really fucking hope he stays down. you’ve had your fun

anyway so Jeanist is sending another steel thread towards Dabi! and he’s all “just a bit more!!” fklklj this is gonna go real well isn’t it

meanwhile Mirio’s fighting a Nearly High End with all of these weird rock formations jutting out of its skin. go on and kick his ass then, Mirio

“each of these guys is probably just as strong as the Noumu from Kyuushuu” hold on I thought Ujiko or Tomura or someone said that wasn’t the case? not that Mirio would know I suppose. anyways let’s just hope he’s wrong cuz if not these kids are probably screwed

kLSDKFHLSKHGLKLK OH MY GODDDD

IIDA FUCKING TENYA YOU’RE A PEACH. THINKS THE NAME IS OUTRAGEOUS, CHECK. USES IT ANYWAY, CHECK. “JUST BECAUSE I DON’T UNDERSTAND DOESN’T MEAN I CAN’T BE SUPPORTIVE.” WHAT A CLASS ACT

AND KACCHAN IS RESPONDING WITH AS MUCH DIGNITY AS HE CAN MUSTER

WOW, SON. IT’S ALMOST AS THOUGH YOU HAVE A HOLE IN YOUR TORSO, OR SOMETHING!! although listen up, real talk, the fact that Kacchan of all people can’t muster the energy to yell at someone questioning his ability to kick ass is HIGHKEY troubling and we may be in need of an intervention here soon :/

now Jeanist is finally turning his attention to the League! was... was it not already on the League. omg

ACTUAL SCREAMING AHHHHHH FUCK FUCKLK LK AHHLKHKFFFF

hey so um. what the actual fucked up hell. my soul left my body. imagine if you saw the reflection of this panel on your bedroom window. you would never sleep again

OKAY RHA TRANSLATORS ARE YOU HAVING YOURSELF A LAUGH AGAIN

THIS CANNOT BE WHAT HE’S ACTUALLY SAYING RIGHT. BUT IT’S RIGHT IN THAT UNCANNY VALLEY OF NOT BEING QUITE SURE, THOUGH... (　ﾟдﾟ)

(ETA: just a next-day clarification here, apparently my sleep-deprived ADHD word-skipping brain completely skipped right over the “a” in that last panel, so what I read was, “and Shigaraki’s limp noodle.” so yeah, the moral of this story is always read the speech bubble carefully before you start making running jokes throughout the rest of your post, folks.)

oh wow he’s really freaking out lmao

to be fair though, I’d argue that Dabi has gotten pre-tty close at this point :’) thrilled for him, really I am

but anyway, well then figure something out you big dramatic robot-armed fiend. didn’t you just say you could touch your own ass? can you not just Compress yourself to break free?? does it not work on you? or would you be stuck afterwards lol

(ETA: I was picturing him compressing his entire body at once, not just chunks of it. ghhhlkh.)

holy shit Jeanist. are you stupidly trying to cut off their air, or are you going for more of a sleeper hold (jleeper hold??) thing instead. the latter would be way smarter and faster and probably safer as well just saying

but unless Spinner is just being super dramatic, it sure looks like he’s fucking strangling them djslkjlk. this will certainly cement his popularity among the villain stans. good thing you’re not running for office any time soon bud

anyway so I have no idea what these guys are trying to do now. what is this

do you even have till the count of 5 at this rate. I mean

OH MY GOODNESS

HE’S REALLY FUCKING DOING IT!! HE’S COMPRESSING HIS BUTT!! OMFG. TOMURA HIDE YOUR NOODLE!!!

WHAT THE FUCK

DID YOU COMPRESS A PIECE OF YOUR OWN ASS. FUCKING WHAT. PUT THIS MAN’S PICTURE IN THE DICTIONARY NEXT TO THE WORD “LOYALTY”, HOLY CRAP

HOLY SHIT COMPRESS

“HOLY SHIT DID THAT GUY JUST PUNCH A HOLE THROUGH HIS OWN ASS IN ORDER TO SAVE HIS VILLAIN PALS. FUCK IT, HE DESERVES TO ESCAPE”

jeez, talk about... A HALF-ASSED ESCAPE ATTEMPT :D :D :D hahaha. but real talk though, Horikoshi has clearly never tried to leap twelve feet straight up in the air multiple times in succession with only half his glutes though. everyone, I regret to inform you that this panel right here on the left may be slightly unrealistic

also where the hell is he going to go?? did you pack a jetpack away in one of those little marbles sir. and what about Dabi?? and Skeptic too, I guess, but we don’t really care about Skeptic

(ETA: at this point I had to stop reading for about two hours because I had to go out and take care of something; that’s also why this is being posted later than usual lol. anyways so where were we.)

oh my lord

the existence of a translator’s note here implies that the earlier line about Compress being able to reach Tomura’s junk was not, in fact, ad-libbed. hmm. hmmmmmmmm

anyway so now he’s grabbing Compress again because OF COURSE HE IS, so now we’re right back to square one! except now Tomura and Spinner are secured inside of little marbles, and presumably Compress is the only one who can release them

oh nevermind he’s just maiming himself again instead, SHEESH

Skeptic a man is dying please have some goddamn respect

so, uh. is he gonna die, though??

I really can’t tell wtf is going on here, this is the most confusing the art has been in a while. Horikoshi put all of his spoons into that creepyass close-up panel earlier, that bastard

OMG WHAT ARE YOU SERIOUS

DON’T FUCKING TELL ME THE “COMPRESS IS RELATED TO THIS THIEF GUY FROM OLDEN TIMES” THEORY IS ACTUALLY TRUE WHAAAAAAT. OH SHIT

so apparently Harima was a Robin Hood type guy who stole from... heroes?? wtf. are heroes the 1% in this scenario. y’all didn’t have any Fortune 500 CEOs to steal from?

THAT’S THE BLOOD THAT FLOWS THROUGH YOU, OH SHIT. and in a related oh shit, the fact that we are getting a Compress flashback now of all times doesn’t bode super well for him. ffff

MEANWHILE THE TODOROKIS ARE STILL TODOROKI-ING

listen here boy if you touch one freaking hair on Shouto’s candy cane head I swear to god --

WHAT DID I FUCKING SAY!!!

SHOUTO NOOOOOO. WTF YOU’RE LITERALLY THE ONE GUY WHOSE WEAKNESS IS ABSOLUTELY NOT SUPPOSED TO BE FIRE. DABI YOU SHIT, YOU BETTER WATCH YOURSELF!! I’M PRINTING OUT A COPY OF THAT COMPRESS PANEL!!! KEEP AN EYE OUT ON THAT BEDROOM WINDOW YOU PUNK!!!

SO NOW POOR SHOUTO IS UNCONSCIOUS AND FALLING!! SOMEONE SAVE HIM!! WHO CATCHES THE CATCHER

COMPRESS LITERALLY HOW ARE YOU STILL ALIVE RIGHT NOW, WHAT IS HAPPENING

PLEASE DON’T CALL TOMURA LEADER OF THE “PLF” YOU KNOW I CAN’T TAKE IT SERIOUSLY WHEN YOU DO THAT. ARE YOU DYING. ARE YOU JUST A FUCKING HEAD NOW WTF

(ETA: “masks are removable, makeste” you know what it’s been a long day okay lmao. or I suppose Compress is really the one who is lmao.)

GASPPPPPP

okay. okay. looooool okay then

WHY WERE YOU COVERING THIS SEXY MOP OF HAIR UNDER THAT HOOD YOU TOOL. IT WOULD HAVE LOOKED SO GOOD WITH THE TOP HAT. I’M SO MAD AT YOU RIGHT NOW

as if it wasn’t enough for him to demask himself, he also had to get all shirtless and then do this weird attempt at a sexypose too huh

hard to say exactly how much of his torso is currently missing, but safe to say that’s proooooooobably not good. :///// fuck

on the other hand, Kacchan also has a torso hole and he’s still flying around like he just drank a dozen red bulls, so

this man lost his ass and he’s still out here monologuing like it’s the last two minutes of The Prestige. one might say he is monologuing his ass off

so he let Spinner and Tomura free, but is Dabi still trapped in his marble?? wasn’t he all on fire and stuff?? hopefully he can still turn off his quirk in there because if not that’s a pretty fucked up way to die. somewhere out there Snatch’s ghost is all “YEAH I’LL SAY.” oh how the turntables

last but not least, sooooooo. Tomura. back on the ground. that’s. um. ...shiiiiiiiit

#bnha 294 #mr. compress #...and actually that's pretty much it lol #bnha #boku no hero academia #bnha spoilers #mha spoilers #bnha manga spoilers #makeste reads bnha #sorry this is up later than usual (and mostly unedited as well)#just one of those days

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