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pray4byron · 3 months

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I need drama. what if their s/o is an angel who is in hell "illegally". they decided to help Charlie after her visiting Heavens. they have wings and a halo, and can easily move between heaven and hell. One evening they hurriedly leave the hotel, saying that it was "a very important meeting up there. I need to come so they don't suspect anything" and that they would be back in a couple of hours. and fled away. they have been gone for few days. Arriving at the hotel at night, they accidentally run into a character, and let's just say, their s/o is not in the best condition. Everything is beaten and covered in blood, but the worst thing is that golden blood is flowing from their backs and their wings are missing. holding the injuries, where the blood comes from, barely standing on feet, they whisper with a smile "They found out everything. Very soon they will start an attack. I'm so sorry."

For Alastor, Husk and platonic!Charlie

WTFF THAT IS ACTUALLY SO COOL !!

but yes, I will write that for you, rn ;)

Although, due to the fact that this is a bit lengthy, I’m only gonna do Husk and platonic!Charlie (assuming you want them separate) So I hope that’s okay!! But I could always do an Alastor version in the future :)

(pssst… there will be a part 2… you didn’t hear it from me…)

“Bad Little Angel” Pt. 1

Husk x Seraphim!Angel!Reader

Warnings: Swear words, S1E6 spoilers, alcohol mentions, use of (Y/N)

“I can’t believe Lucifer’s little cunt thinks, not only, that she can bring sinners up here, but also bitch to my manager? Like just say you’re a slutty, lesbian Karen and move the fuck on.” Adam whined as he walked with Lute out of the courtroom, “I couldn’t agree more, sir.” Lute said with a nod, taking off her mask and shaking her hair slightly.

This wasn’t right, and you knew that. None of it. But you knew, you had to do something.

A true Angel wouldn’t continue to let human souls die off, whether they be Hellbound or not.

“Sooo, how’d it go?” Lucifer asked enthusiastically as Charlie walked through the door, only for her to walk right past him, his face slightly falling as she did so, she fell face forward into one of the couches before mumbling some incoherent words into the pillow.

“Eh, wha?” Angel asked, as he turned to look at her from the bar, “Fine.” she mumbled, lifting her head up, simply to be audible, before slamming it back into the pillow. “Wow.” Angel remarked, before shutting up after Vaggie gave him the eyes.

Before more words could be exchanged there was a knock at the door, Charlie sluggishly walked to swing it open, and there you stood, one of the three Seraphim’s that were at the meeting, although it was hard to notice due to the white cloak that hung over your body and face.

“— Can I come in before we begin this? I just don’t want anyone to see me.” You said sheepishly, as Charlie stepped aside to let you in without uttering a word, slightly stunned by your presence.

You walked in, and neatly put your cloak on a nearby coatrack, your wings and hall now on display, and now it felt like everyone in the hotel had eyes on you…

Most of which you had either remembered from the meeting or the live video of ‘The Porn Demon’ — or as Lute said ‘Some crackwhore’

“Hello!” You said with a bashful wave. “I’m-”

“Smiles? What are you doing here?”

Smiles? Only people in Heaven called you that. You turn to see Vagi looking, almost confusion? Shock? Perhaps undecided for now.

“Ah yes, hi, Vagi-”

“It’s pronounced ‘Vaggie’”

“Oh. My apologies!”

Vaggie. Noted.

“As I was saying, I’m one of the Seraphims, Ms. Morningstar was in Heaven earlier this afternoon, and I must say, I’m invested in this hotel of yours.”

Charlie’s face lit up instantly, but you could feel the Porn Demon (for a lack of his name) and Vaggie eyeing you suspiciously.

“I… I know we’re different, but I really want to help, this whole hotel is about putting others together despite their differences, so, y’know.. well, I didn’t really think through what I was going to say before I came here.” You said, chuckling under your breath as you looked down bashfully and played with the tip of your shoe.

“Fine.” Vaggie said, before coming up to you, “But know everything is confidential, you don’t get to spill all our shit because you feel like it, I don’t care who’s in charge who’s telling you to do this, if you don’t follow our rules, you don’t get to be here.” Vaggie finished, looking to a deer-like demon, who has a big grin on his face as he comes up to you, and offers to shake his hand.

You hesitate, but shake it, a green light swirls around the room and flickers away the moment your and the deer’s hands lose contact.

You turn to Vaggie, your face serious about the promise just made, “You have yourself a deal.”

“So this is Angel! You saw him from the video! That is Alastor, he’s the one you made the deal with! Ooh oh! And that’s Pentious and Niffty — Niffty’s the one cleaning, by the way!” Charlie said pointing to a small cyclops girl sweeping and a snake man who followed behind her — he seemed to be a.. you couldn’t exactly put your finger on it, but you settled with magician.

“That’s Husk, the bartender!” Charlie said with a point, and the cat man gave a small nod — now that was a magician, but if he was a magician, what the hell was the snake supposed to be? Eh, it doesn’t matter.

“And this is… Oh, well you already know Vaggie! From.. er…” Charlie trailed off, it was obvious she was referring to what Adam had announced in the courtroom.

“So is, ‘Smiles’ like your real name? ‘Cus I’ve never met a damn person in my whole afterlife who’d wanna be named that…well, maybe except for him.” Angel asked from the bar, gesturing to Alastor for his last reference.

“No no.” You said with a chuckle, approaching Angel slightly to talk to him more efficiently. “Smiles is a nickname that Vaggie knows me as from… past social circles..” You explained, trailing off, “But anywho, you can call me smiles, or (Y/N), whatever you want!”

“You want a drink?” Husk asked, as he finished up cleaning Angel’s cup, as he just went to bed for the night, “No, I don’t drink.” you explained as Husker chuckled. “I just… never really got to know you.” You added.

“There’s only so much to know.” He said, “And didn’t Charlie say something about a ‘live video’ from that meeting? See, you know enough about me, new kid.”

It had been about a week since you made it to the hotel, you had been in Heaven for about half of that time though, but everyone was nice so far!

Charlie was amazingly kind and understanding during shared planning periods, you were starting to build a friendship with Vaggie again, Angel was turning into your bestfriend, you loved the chaotic energy with Pentious and Niffty, Alastor was creepy…but he was okay, and Husk was so soothing and understanding — you have to admit, that maybe something a little special was going on.

It was late, you had just been out on a walk around the block with Husk and Angel, and you were in your peejays, ready to clock out, simply scrolling on your phone, you see a text pop up, and you click to view it.

Lute : There’s a meeting on Sunday. Don’t miss it.

A meeting? For what? We just had a meeting..

“Is everything okay?” Charlie asked as you rushed to get your cloak and clip it below your chin. Angel, Vaggie, and Alastor also watched you scramble around the lobby of the hotel.

“Look, Heaven really needs me, and I need to leave now if I wanna make it there when I need to, I’ll be back, I promise.” You explained quickly and sternly, Charlie and Angel exchanged concerned looks, Vaggie looked a bit suspicious and you couldn’t help but feel awful, and Alastor had his signature grin.

“You’ll be back, right?” Charlie asks with a hopeful smile.

You hesitate to answer, but give a smile back to her that has the same hope within your eyes, “Of course.”

And then, you flew off.

#x reader #reqs open #fanfiction #mio’s writing ! ☆#x y/n #x you #hazbin hotel x y/n #hazbin hotel x you #hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel #husker x reader #husker #hazbin hotel husk #hazbin hotel husker #husk x reader #husk

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otomiyaa · 6 months

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(literally how I named the image, couldn't think of something else)

Hi guys :') To my followers and tumblr friends, I'm really sorry if my sudden disappearance scared or upset you. It wasn't quite... planned. And today was a busy day and I needed some time to consider what I wanted to do.

Short version of the story:

My tumblr account got terminated for copyright infringement. A certain Mr. Green got me in unlucky trouble (ref 1, 2).

I won't get it back, or try to get it back. It's gone.

Needed a moment to consider 2 options: ask Mia to extend my dramatic farewell letter and stay gone, or make a new blog.

Not planning to post new writing here. I won't be using words like 'never' or 'forever' because I'm a known clown with things like this, but the intention is to no longer post fics. I will finish Tickletober on AO3 and then take a break from writing. So yes, I cancel the swiftscribbles event too, sorry!

When I opened my laptop, I could see my old blog in its final hour lmao (I found out about the loss on my phone). So that's what the snap is from on a fitting grave. It was fun while it lasted!

Long version of the story:

Losing my blog(s): My Tumblr account with main blog + sideblogs got terminated overnight, it was quite the surprise! I've either been reported or tracked by bots. The posts are a bunch of numbered URLs I can't open, but the message is clear: for including anime content, genshin impact or media from other sources (whether it's videos, screenshots, official art, gifs or even fanwork) you technically can get a strike. Upon googling the claimer I quickly found this first, and knew it was a lost cause. Although it feels shitty and unlucky, I am in no place to appeal. It's like when I used to make AMVs in the past, you never knew whether a song or even anime footage was going to give your YT account a copyright strike or even a ban, it was a gamble. I have lost YT accounts before, and now I lost the Tumblr one. With 7+ years of tickle trash content and a bunch of sideblogs. But oh well, moving on!

Starting a new blog: It was a serious consideration whether this was my ultimate chance to do what I've always said I wanted to do eventually - quit my blog. My first thought was to ask Mia to share my explanation and literal goodbye with you guys, and stick to my chaos of a Twitter account to indulge in fandom stuff. But then I thought of how happy Tumblr made me, even without the fic writing, but just.. reblogging things, getting random asks, shouting about life and of course, about tickles. I decided to make a new blog after all, but also decided the following:

The 7K+ milestone swiftscribbles event is cancelled, for which I apologize! The follower milestone, together with the motivation to write the fics, and even the asks with the requests I got, all died with my former blog.

I will see how long I can survive without posting a new fic or drabble. A loose headcanon or two might fly around sometime. And if necessary, a link to a new fic on AO3.

Tickletober? Hell yes I'll finish it, I would cringe in bed for 49 days at least if I would stop. I just won't post the fics here, but on AO3.

Reposting/reblogging my old works? Undecided at the moment but I'm tired and lazy. I don't feel too upset since most of my fics are still on AO3 at least and not completely gone.

Anyways, I'll see what happens and how long I can enjoy this nerfed version of blogging.

Surprisingly I'm not upset about losing my other blog, there were a lot of memories but it was also very cringe. I'm gonna be just as cringe here, but at least I feel cleansed.

For those who choose to follow me again, thank you, but please know that there won't be much original content coming from me, for now!:)

#tickle community #otomiya-tickles #announcement

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hashtagdrivebywrites · 1 year

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Finished him! Color looks a lot different in person. My phone and the lighting washed it out some.

This is some concept art for Ghost King Father!Jason todd as he eventually appears in my fic, Imprint.

Decided to slap the Red Hood bat on his chest like a breast plate and I really like the way it looks. Still tweaking colors and making final decisions on the face, but I think I'll stay with these horns. And the crown is still undecided but this is kind of what I ended up finally thinking of. I went with green jewels to go with his eyes and Lazlo (name pending? Let me know what you think. Might run a poll soon on the Pit tiger's name).

Anyway this was a much bigger undertaking than I thought it would be when I started, but it was one hell of a stretch to get back into making art again.

(Sorry about the state of my signature, lmfao. I'm in the middle of designing one and I'm playing with ideas)

Media is basically whatever I found in the kitchen sink and then some. Anyway, it's time for a nap.

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marauders-peace · 9 months

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Distance Between Sun And Moon

Summary: The reader is hurt from the fight they had with Remus. After that her friends want to throw a party to lighten the mood. But the reader doesn't know if they should go and in a moment of weakness they search help by a new friend.

Warnings: self doubt, self hatred, People are dumb and blind when they are in love, lot less then usual lol

This part is more a build up for the next part, but it's still my longest :') Wc: 1.114

Masterlist part 1 --- part 7

Hope you enjoy<333

Tense.

If I had to describe myself in one word, this would fit perfectly. After the tragedy yesterday, I was shattered and tense. It was Sunday, and the others had planned a small celebration.

I won't go. Knowing Sirius and James, they will now throw a huge party to lure me close to Remus. But I will NEVER go.

I don't want to be near him. I don't want to breathe the same air as him. Not that my body would betray me.

I left the room early. I couldn't stand the tense silence between us any longer.

I didn't go to the library, as I knew he would find me there. And that was the last thing I wanted. I searched for a place where I could hide.

Quickly, I realized that there was no place where my friends couldn't find me. Where he couldn't find me. Aimlessly, I roamed through the castle.

I ran my fingers along the walls, without any specific thoughts.

Suddenly, my fingertips touched a bump. A door. A room. What?

It was probably forbidden, but it felt like a sacred gift. So, I went inside.

What I found there left me speechless.

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"Where were you?" "I just wanted to clear my head." I entered the Gryffindor common room, and Mary practically attacked me.

She looked at me, opened her mouth, then closed it again. She seemed undecided. That made me laugh. "Spit it out already!" "Would you like to come to the big party?" She looked desperate, and I felt guilty.

"Mary…" "Come on, it's going to be fantastic! Everyone is invited and coming. We managed to get the kitchen to cook for us, so there'll be great food, and-!"

"I can't, Mary."

She seemed like she wanted to say something else, but then she just looked at me. Eventually, she looked down at the floor.

"I know. Actually, I know. And I also know that he's behaving like a jerk."

She didn't need to say the name. We both knew who she meant.

She looked at me with big eyes, eyes that pleaded with me.

"But I also know that he really cares about you. That he doesn't want to hurt you. That he feels terrible about yesterday."

She begged me to listen to him. Maybe even to forgive him. "I'm not ready for that… I'm sorry."

She simply nodded in encouragement.

"I understand."

After our conversation, she left me alone, and I was very grateful for that. Too many thoughts plagued me.

I walked slowly through the corridors of Hogwarts. They were long, and you could never know all of them. I hoped I wouldn't run into Remus. Somehow, he always seemed to find me, which never bothered me before, but now? Now, it was terrible.

My steps slowed down. My feet grew heavier. My breath became uneven. I had this terrible habit of running away from my problems.

"(y/n)?"

My heart stopped.

But not because of Remus.

I turned around to face Luis and prepared myself for an argument. His brother must have talked to him, and I wouldn't blame him if he wanted me out of his life. But he just looked surprised.

"I thought you'd be with your friends?"

My eyes widened. I had canceled on him because we were supposed to do something together. In my panic, I had completely forgotten about him. Because of Remus.

"Oh yeah, that didn't work out."

It sounded like an excuse, and I felt embarrassed. But he looked genuinely concerned.

"Why?"

Then it all came back.

Well, that he's playing with your feelings. The fact that his brother showed up right after you hurt his brother's pride only proves it.

Everything I had tried to suppress.

That was definitely meant as just friends hanging out. Sometimes you're really naive.

"Hey, what's wrong?"

I looked up at Luis. He looked calm. But there was a certain panic in his eyes that reminded me of his brother when I was knocked out.

"We had a little argument." He didn't ask what it was about. He just looked at me sincerely.

It felt like Remus was looking at me. It was as if he could see right into my soul.

"Are you okay?"

Whatever.

And that's when I broke down.

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Remus's POV. Morning.

"You are being a lunatic, Moons." Sirius's voice startled me, and I quickly closed the map. He was right.

"And a stalker. Moony, it's not healthy to keep looking for her on the map all the time." James came into my field of view. He and Sirius were getting ready for Quidditch training. He looked at me accusingly.

"I'm just worried. I can't seem to find her. It's almost as if she disappeared into thin air." Excuse.

James didn't believe me for a second; that was clear. "Maybe you just overlooked her."

My fingers itched to open the map and keep searching. My gaze slid back to the map and got stuck there. James noticed.

"Give me the map, Moony."

"What?" Please don't take it away from me.

James shook his head. "You'll just keep searching for her. And, honestly, I don't think she wants to see you. You need to wait for her and leave her alone. So, hand it over."

He held out his hand expectantly.

"Don't tell me you didn't search for Lily either." I didn't want to wait. I wanted to make everything right immediately.

James sighed. "I did. Of course, I wanted to fix everything right away. But I accepted that I have to wait for her. That's why I didn't pressure her and overwhelm her with apologies yesterday. Wounds need time to heal, Remus. You know that best."

Reluctantly and unwillingly, I handed over the map.

A whistle came from behind us.

"Prongs, since when are you so wise? And I always thought you were as dumb as a rock." Even now, Sirius could make jokes.

Then the door was opened, and Peter rushed in. "Guys, I managed to convince the house-elves in the kitchen to cook for our party!"

"Party?"

Sirius grinned at me. "Well, we thought we might speed up the healing process a bit."

James looked surprised. "I didn't think you'd understand my metaphor. And I always thought you were as dumb as a rock!"

Sirius punched him, and they went off to practice, while Peter looked confusedly after them.

"What was that about?"

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Reader's POV. Present.

I told him everything about Remus. From my embarrassing rejection to our argument yesterday. He just listened to me. In between, he led me to a quiet corner, and we sat down there.

When I was finished, I felt ten tons lighter. I felt lighter than ever before. Telling someone all of this without them telling me how Remus didn't mean it like that was so refreshing. I allowed myself to just explain my feelings without worrying about Remus.

"And now all my friends are throwing a huge party. Everyone's invited, but I'm not sure if I want to go. He'll probably want to talk to me, and I'm not really ready for that…"

The words flowed out of me like water flowing down a river, unstoppable.

Luis looked at me for a long time. He didn't say anything for a while, and then he said something that surprised me.

"Do you want to go to the party with me?"

"What?"

He looked at me sheepishly. "Not as a date or anything! I just thought maybe I could help you with Remus. If I'm with you, he probably won't approach you by himself, right?"

"No, probably not." But I knew how it would look for him then. It would look like I was on a date with Luis, a day after we had argued.

But why should he care?

"If it feels too weird for you, I understand -" "Actually, that's a good idea." I interrupted him. He looked surprised, as if he hadn't expected that. But then he smiled.

"Then let's go together today."

I was very grateful to Luis. He was a great friend.

Maybe Remus would then tell me why he cares so much.

The sun rotates around the earth, trying to ignore the moon, which followers the sun desperately, trying to get noticed.

Taglist : @juleshadalittlelamb @fluffybunnyu @tendous-pretty-hair @helloitsmeeeeeee @valencia-rou @woohoney @mothermaryisdead @blackqueens01

#marauders era #marauders #the marauders #dead gay wizards #harry potter #remus lupin #sirius black #james potter #remus lupin x reader #remus lupin angst #remus lupin x you #mary macdonald #lily evans #Spotify

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annymation · 3 months

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Hello Hello! I know it's been a while but I was wondering if you could have the lyrics and maybe the instrumental of the song that Asha sings in the square to help her people (if you don't want that's fine... I'm studying and I started listening to some songs to inspire me and I remembered about this scene in your rewrite and I started to imagine your rewrite as a 2D animation of the classic Disney and I wondered what this scene would be like heheh) if you don't mind too... I also wanted to know what your favorite foods are of your characters in the rewrite (asha, magnificent, amaya, and the 7 teenagers), you could also say what the 7 teenagers like to do alone/ their hobbies. Well, that's what I wanted to ask about your rewrite, sorry if it was a lot of questions, I'm LOVING everything about your rewrite♡ ten thousand times better than Disney's wish😤 anyway, thanks for the rewrite and stay well and drink water hahaha😁😋

Unfortunately I don't have lyrics for that song yet, it would take me a lot of time that I don't have yet to work on creating it, maybe once I'm done with the whole rewrite I can try coming up with something since that song IS very important to the narrative, and currently all we have is "It's an inspiring song about fighting to achieve what you wish for no matter if all the odds are against you" that so happens to have a few references to past Disney I want songs.

Though... After listening to this deleted scene

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I'm considering making "A Wish Worth Making" THE song, or at least a place holder for now. It's surprisingly fitting. However, my idea was for the song to be like a story that Sabino told her, since ya know, he couldn't sing nor play the mandolin because that was his wish that Magnifico kept from him... So I'm undecided.

Anyway, now for the favorite meals part, that sounds fun, and helps me explore the national heritages of each one of the characters, so let's do this:

Asha

Her favorite food is Mhalbi with pistachios, a milk pudding from Algeria. Her mother was Amazigh, and she taught this traditional recipe to her husband and Sabino. After she passed Sabino would still make it for Asha, it's a little piece of her culture that is very sweet and easy to make, she has a bit of a sweet tooth.

Dahlia

Dahlia is a special case since her family has been robbed of their passion for their traditional cuisine, if originally her mother and father wished for things along the lines of "We want to share our culture through our food" the king changed that to them just cooking what he liked. Sooo she has no connection to Japanese food. But, hypothetically, if she did grow up with her parents acting normally, her favorite meal would be Takoyaki, a savory dish of grilled balls of batter made with flour and eggs filled with octopus chunks and other ingredients.

Gabo

The name "Gabo" has German origins, so I decided Gabo's family comes from Germany. His favorite dessert is a bienenstich kuchen, also known as "bee sting cake", I think it's fitting because Gabo is always acting like he just got stung by a bee. But besides his rough exterior he has a soft spot for sweets.

Simon

Simon's last name is O'Donohue, which is a name of Irish and Gaelic origins, also the name means Dark Fighter... Interesting. Anyway, so his family is descended from Irish people, thus I choose that his favorite food is a traditional Irish Colcannon, a flavorful dish of mashed potatoes and greens like sauteed kale, and green onions. Quite easy too make and eat for a sleepy head like him.

Bazeema

I've mentioned in my blog about the 7 teens that Bazeema is muslim and wears a hijab (As she did in some concept arts... But Disney changed that, cause they're stupid) so her favorite food is a Palestinian lady cheeks... heheh get it? Because Bazeema blushes a lot?... Anyway this is a traditional dessert are like made with orange blossom water, cinnamon quill, caster sugar and other sweet ingredients, sweet just like her.

Hal

I saw on twitter that Hal's earrings resemble "Jaaro dibbei" earrings from the Fulani people, a West African tribe. So I picked a traditional meal from west Africa. Kedjenou, this dish consists of a spicy stew that is slow-cooked in a terracotta pot over fire or coals. Hal is more into spicy food, matches her fiery passion.

Safi

Safi is a name of Arabic origins. His favorite dessert is Mamoul, a traditional arabic cookie, made with yeasted semolina, these vanilla and rose-infused cookies are sweet and floral with a decadent and robust centre, and although they look like they'd make Safi sneeze like crazy, they're one of the only meals that don't make him sneeze at all.

Dario

Dario is an Italian name. So I picked gnocchi because SAME! Gnocchi is my comfort food too and I'm not even Italian, Dario is just like me for real.

... *siiiiiigh* I was dreading getting to them... Here we go:

Magnifico and Amable

The blood of their enemies Just kidding, I'm giving them both the same favorite food because honestly these two have so much in common they might as well be the same character (Also it's currently 1 am as I'm writing this, I must go to bed.) so let's wrap this up. Their favorite dessert is Spanish Baked Apples, get it? Like the poisoned apple from Snow White? HAHAHAHA- Actually come to think of it their favorite meal might be children's tears, idk.

WOOOOO okay this was a wild ride, researching and learning about all these meals was really fun! Thank you for the ask!

(Also I just now realized you also asked for their hobbies... I'll try answering that another time, cause' like I said, I gotta go to sleep lol)

Aster has no favorite food yet by the way, because he can't even taste food, but comment what meal you think would be his favorite if they were human.

#wish rewrite #disney wish #wish movie #wish reimagined #kingdom of wishes #7 teens #wish #wish 2023 #wish asha

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lightsoutbfb · 4 months

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LIGHTS OUT!

hey everyone! if you're seeing this, then you're probably wondering: what IS Lights Out?

Well, I'm here to answer those questions.

Lights Out is an au of bfb/bfdi/tpot/(whatever other acronyms ya want for the show!). More specifically, of bfb, starting around the time of bfb 3-10.

Lights Out is a horror au that centers around Liy snapping after her elimination, escaping the EXIT, and going totally apeshit.

Lights Out was originally an au that I created back in 2019, and worked on with my old friend for a bit. But we never got anywhere, and he's not really my friend anymore, so I figured I'd just do it myself (with some help from a new friend! Sorry old friend. I won't post your name here in case anyone wants to hate on you for...whatever reasons. People are strange.)

Lights Out is a horror au, and features blood and gore, violence, death, trauma, hallucinations, weapons such as knives, baseball bats, and other creative things she finds ways to use. (And maybe a gun? I dunno.) and psychological horror. If you're a little kid, or you're sensitive to these topics, I don't recommend reading it.

That being said, if you're continuing, you prolly like this kinda stuff. So let's move on!

WHAT IS LIGHTS OUT?

I plan on making it a fic, but I'd also love to make it into a comic someday. That being said, I don't have the time or art skills to do that right now, or I'd be doing it right away.

WHERE DID YOU COME UP WITH THE IDEA?

Well, I've had this headcanon for Liy for a while, and me and that friend were talking, and we were jokin around and one of us said something or other about this being a good idea for an au. So, voila! Boom!

WHY LIY?

I...dunno. I mean, she's portrayed as "snapping" in a sense during her actual elimination in bfb, so I guess I just wanted to take it up a notch.

IS THIS SERIOUS?/HOW DEDICATED ARE YOU?/DO YOU NEED HELP?/IS THIS PAID?/ETC.

This is just for fun! I always wanted to make it but I kinda forgot about it. I figured it might be fun to revamp it here, especially with a bigger audience than on the other site i was publishing it on. It's not paid, I might not get around to doing it for a long time, and I don't really need anymore help than I'm already getting!

DOES MY FAV DIE?

Probably. I mean, unless your fav is Liy then...pretty good chance of it. I won't spoil it, though!

63 to go...

WHERE CAN I READ IT?

Probably here (on Tumblr) or on AO3. I'm undecided.

WHEN WILL YOU START?/WHEN WILL IT BE UPDATED?

I don't know. Could be any time from within a few days to a few months. I'm a tad busy with stuff right now, so I'll get to it eventually.

WILL THE POTENTIAL COMIC OR COMICS HAVE GRAPHIC VIOLENCE/BLOOD/GORE? WILL THE FIC HAVE THIS?

YES. LIGHTS OUT IS A HORROR/PSYCHOLOGICAL HORROR AU AND WILL HAVE GRAPHIC/POTENTIALLY DETAILED DEPICTIONS OF VIOLENCE, BLOOD AND GORE, CHARACTER DEATHS, MURDER, KILLING, VIOLENT/INTRUSIVE THOUGHTS, AND PSYCHOLOGICAL HORROR INCLUDING BUT NOT LIMITED TO HALLUCINATIONS, TRAUMA, PANIC ATTACKS, VIOLENT IMPULSES, BREAKDOWNS, PARANOIA, SUICIDAL/HOMICIDAL/BOTH THOUGHTS, AND DELUSIONS.

IF ANY OF THESE MAKE YOU UNCOMFORTABLE, UPSET YOU, OR COULD TRIGGER PTSD, PLEASE DO NOT READ THIS. GO FIND SOMETHING ELSE.

With that out of the way, here we go!

Also, yes, I moved blogs. This is its own main now! Yippee ☆

#lights out au #liy bfb #osc #bfb #lights out bfb #bfb au #bfdi #tpot

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thegrayascendancy-if · 4 months

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It's so funny I want to romance Y because I'm a lesbian who loves a problematic fave, but I can't because f Y shares a name with my mom😭😭 I may have mommy issues but not enough to read about Yvette in a romantic light. I love your work so far tho, I'm really excited to see where it goes, and your writing style is very compelling. I'm currently undecided as far as RO goes tho

On the one hand, I'm super thrilled you're liking the story, but on the other, dang, sorry for failing you like that 😿 I've been in similar position when playing IFs before, so I get it, truly!

#the gray ascendancy if #tga if #anon loving hours

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ugh-yoongi · 1 year

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Why limit this discourse to just Seokjin? I'm proposing a what kinks you think BTS have list.

So curious.

this came through in the middle of my regularly-scheduled 5pm on a friday work emergency, so thank you for the distraction.

i have crowdsourced some responses to this from @hot-soop bc she is the resident astrology girlie and once got super drunk and did a 30 minute powerpoint presentation about this exact topic. it was art.

sadly the powerpoint is "somewhere in the abyss" but we've got some thoughts under the cut.

kim namjoon

size kink bc of the "likes cute and small things" comment

old reliable aka the impreg kink is on the backburner since he's now undecided about children, but i think a well-timed "daddy" will still do it for him. sorry daddy haters

confusing list of kinks bc on one hand he's mr. terabyte harddrive full of porn and on the other hand he goes to feminism class, so even he might not know what he likes. very experimental

bee says he leans dom. i can see it. he's also in charge of everyone else all the time so would appreciate someone else taking the reins for once. firm switch for me

aftercare! lots of it!

spanking

kim seokjin

already discussed but probably the most "vanilla" of them all but not in a bad way, the man just knows what he likes.

canon: likes choking and getting handcuffed

also canon: takes nudes on a polaroid, so do with that what you will

also also canon: brat tamer seokjin, even though i personally think that'd be a pretty uncommon headspace for him

wants very reciprocal, equal sex, so i can see him getting very into mutual masturbation

but sex has to be fun!

noise!! sounds!

orgasm control

min yoongi

bee told me once degradation would make him cry in the shower (and then i wrote it anyway) so not that but she is the yoongi expert so the following are all from her:

spontaneous sex bc he finds the most random shit sexy. like his partner could just be making dinner and he’d fuck them on the counter (aries venus)

switch - depends on the day and how much he’s had to call the shots at work already

bondage! shibari! breath play!

group sex but also 🥰 in love 🥰 sex

caretaking

sad sex - he’d find that shit romantic or whatever. but also really rough sex. seriously the aries venus/cancer mars are TOTALLY DIFFERENT so mans all over the shop

cum eating, cuckolding, voyeurism, somnophilia

jung hoseok

said this before but ASS! PLAY! i would put that in 128pt font bolded and underlined if i could

kinky af bro, show me an aquarius who isn’t secretly into some stuff

anonymous sex, fantasy (vampires, elves, tentacles - whatever)

sex toys ranging from dildos to sex swings to nipple clamps

voyeurism

orgasm denial

role-playing

cuckolding

if he gets all of that with someone who loves him, then that gets him off the most (pisces venus uwu)

dirty talk

exhibitionism

park jimin

i have been instructed to include this part of the powerpoint:

jimin has scorpio venus AND scorpio mars

anyone human would probably die after fucking him

forbidden love, marking, ANGST to the nth degree, angry passion driven sex, anything that would make him and/or his partner cry is a win in his books. BDSM babyyyyy, sex addiction (not hyperbole), group sex, being hated by someone fucking him gives him a little thrill

another one in the ass play column

double penetration

praise & humiliation

latex/rubber/lingerie

kim taehyung

furry. absolute furry

foot fetish

dom energy

give HIM aftercare even if he just wrecked your entire shit

sensory deprivation

voyeurism

jeon jungkook

just said he likes brats but he is THE brat so good luck y’all

praise him please

teasing, degradation if you’re nice about it

everything in excess, namely orgasms & partners

soft fuckboi vibes

lingerie

piercings!! genital/nipple

most of this was from bee so everyone go follow her thank u

#i'm having dinner w my grandparents after this so thanks #not gonna be weird at ALL dlfgk #feel free to chime in and share ur thots #jewel answers #bts imagines #bts kinks

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shiraishi--kanade · 7 days

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;; i wanna hear about some of your 30+ proseka ocs!! if you wanna talk about them 👀

I'm hesitant, because I barely have any accurate artwork of them (and what I do have isn't drawn by me, actually), but it would be kind of hypocritical and silly for me to shy away from the question after that post, so...

In total I have about 30 proseka ocs and they keep on multiplying, but here's my focus for the time being.

[ yeah, I don't have a fancy logo or anything like this. I'm not at all a visual artist, unfortunately ]

Kawaakari Orchestra, or KWKO for stort, is a unit of 6 classical musicians that participate in chamber music/classical music competition on a national level in Japan; however, there's a twist - the competition is specifically designed to modernize and revolutionise the approach to how classical music is presented to the general public, so there's a lot of non-traditional elements both during performances and in between them.

In short, this is not what they signed up for (with some of the members even being picked up somewhat involuntarily), and the competition is fierce and nobody is having fun on the journey to victory - but also self-exploration, healing and mending their relationship with their lives and each other.

More info under the cut!

Their sekai is Conservatory Sekai, which is similar to Leo/need's school set up but instead of empty classrooms there are empty lecture halls and practice rooms; one main practice room which is very spacious and open and several smaller, more private ones. All the Virtual Singers are the same as in canon and all play the same instruments the cast does.

There are also two new schools for all OCs to attend because I wanted more creative freedom over that!

Meeting the sillies!

[surname - name. Keep in mind that picrew designs can be inaccurate to various degrees. All follow proseka wiki template!]

Unit leader/2nd Violin: Saitsu Maki

Gender: Female

Birthday: June 1st (♊)

School: Miyaji Girls Academy (1-A)

Committee: Library

Club: Undecided

Part-time job: None

Hobbies: Travelling, Meeting new People, Reading

Speciality: Photographic memory; English

Favourite food: Soba noodles

Least favourite food: Anything spicy

Dislikes: Insects

1st Violin: Kozaki Karin

Gender: Female

Birthday: August 4th (♌)

School: Miyaji Girls Academy (1-A)

Committee: Class Representative

Club: Go

Part-time job: Bookshop

Hobbies: Strategy games

Speciality: Time management

Favourite food: Shiitake fried rice

Least favourite food: Eggs

Dislikes: Idleness

Piano: Shimizu Kairi

Gender: Male

Birthday: March 11 (♓)

School: Hakkei High School (1-C)

Committee: Disciplinary

Club: Chamber Music

Part-time job: None

Hobbies: Collecting Stationery, Journaling

Speciality: Aesthetic Notetaking

Favourite food: White tayaki

Least favourite food: Prawns

Dislikes: Crowded places

Cello: Ekuro Suzuka

Gender: Female

Birthday: November 21 (♏)

School: Miyaji Girls Academy (1-B)

Committee: Health

Club: Photography

Part-time job: Freelance photographer

Hobbies: Arts & Crafts; Baking

Speciality: First Aid & Nursing

Favourite food: Panna cotta, Blueberry sauce

Least favourite food: Salads

Dislikes: Hospitals

[sorry for the very bad quality for the next two ones, I can't afford making a neka.cc account right now. Maybe Someday!]

Viola: Kaedehara Akari

Gender: Female

Birthday: September 30 (♎)

School: Hakkei High School (2-D)

Committee: Greening

Club: Gardening

Part-time job: None

Hobbies: Going on morning walks, Tending to her potted plants

Speciality: Flower language

Favourite food: Pizza

Least favourite food: Tomatoes

Dislikes: Viola

Flute: Fujisaki Reishi

Gender: Male

Birthday: December 28 (♑)

School: Hakkei High School (2-A)

Committee: Beauticarion

Club: None

Part-time job: None

Hobbies: Composing music, Shopping

Speciality: Music theory; Calligraphy

Favourite food: French fries, Instant noodles

Least favourite food: Pickled foods

Dislikes: Criticism

~~~

Some very important infographics to understand the dynamics of the group (4koma cutouts courtesy of @the-one-that-weeps):

They have a lot stuff going on, and so far I've planned a series for the that goes over from the main story up to their World Link event; but a lot of this is still Subject To Change and WIP, of course. So this is all I'm going to say so far in order to keep things interesting if I do happen to write about them at some point.

Hope you all like them, even if they're surface level, they mean the world to me. If you have proseka fan oc, this is the cue for you to talk about them as well. Let's re-populate the tag. Cringe culture is dead. Fan Units is where it's at.

#jay rambles.txt #jay gets asks.txt #project sekai #project sekai oc #pjsk oc #pjsk #I kept going back and forth on whether I wanted to talk about them or not an then decided oh fuck it let's do it #if this encourages someone to post their stuff as well then it was worth the inherent embarrassment of being known

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maraschinomerry · 8 months

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True to form I'm a day late but happy 10th anniversary to The Screaming Staircase! (And thank you Linnie for your post which reminded me this is a thing and inspired me to post my own)

Lockwood & Co as a show had been on my radar pretty much since it launched - it must have popped up on my Netflix at some point, and I already had a couple of mutuals posting about it. I saw and liked the gifsets with the spirit of "I don't even go here but this looks cool", finally in March I went "wait, why don't I watch this? There's literally no barrier beyond my own stubbornness" and thank goodness I did.

I still cannot get over how deeply I connected with the show, and the way it taps into everything I'd have loved at 13 or 18 alike and is equally enjoyable now at 25. The unabashed love shown between the Iron Trio is so refreshing and sincere, and it gives me hope for my own place within the group I've chosen as my second family. The world that Jonathan Stroud has constructed is amazing and I would love it wherever it was set, but like my other favourite shows/universe (Morseverse) being so intrinsically linked with Oxford that I can spend days there just wandering between locations I love that Lockwood & Co has a deliberate and well-established base in London. A few months ago I passed through St Pancras alone and was so ecstatic to be sharing in a little of Lucy's journey, and just last week I excitedly pointed out Sidcup on a station departure board when I was down there with my brother.

Of course, I couldn't talk about Lockwood & Co's impact without expressing my eternal gratitude to the show and the fandom for reigniting my creativity. I haven't finished it yet, but I'm further into The Screaming Staircase than I have been in a book for years. I'd been in the most intense artistic slump, having barely done anything creative in months, but then I was able to dedicate a good 10 hours to my Lockwood portrait and close to that on my unfinished George one, which in turn gave me the energy for other projects. In 2020-2022 I published just under 10,000 words of fic across 2 fandoms, plus about 2500 words earlier this year of one I'm still undecided on posting. In the 6 months since I started watching Lockwood & Co, I have written a whopping 46,610 words of published fic, with about 750 words towards some of the 12 requests I have yet to finish (side note: thank you so much to everyone who has been patient with all these unfinished requests, I know it's been months for some but I promise they'll all get finished eventually!) I cannot even begin to fathom that number - that's nearly 50,000 words, written entirely of my own accord, when by comparison my 3 years of essays for my degree probably amounted to a very forced 30,000 words. All that fic I owe to the beautifully characters created by Jonathan Stroud & brought to life by Ruby, Cameron and Ali, but I also couldn't have done it without the overwhelming support of everyone who has read, liked, commented, reblogged and requested. There aren't enough words to tell you all how grateful I am, and this post would be a mile long if I named everyone personally, but I wanted to take the time to thank some of the people who have made my experience so special.

@ettadear @givemea-dam-break @honey-with-tea @ikeasupremacy @marinalor @neewtmas @oblivious-idiot @personinthepalace @reckless-enough-serenade @tangledinlove @wellgoslowly @wordsarelife

If I've missed anyone important I'm so sorry, but I love you all and am so glad to have had this time with you! Happy 10th birthday to The Screaming Staircase and the wonderful fandom it's led to 🫶

Just reckless enough.

Love, Merry ❤️ xx

#lockwood & co #save lockwood and co #locknation #long post #merry mumbles #the screaming staircase #jonathan stroud #just reckless enough

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zoeykallus · 1 year

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Hi there! I l o v e your work.

I had an idea where the F! reader teaches Omega some catchy love songs, and one day a batcher hears Omega singing them to herself. "Where'd you learn that from?" "Y/N taught me!" And Omega the little sneaky wingwoman admits she's heard the reader replace some parts of the song with the batcher's name...

Aloha!

Thank you so much!! That's a cute idea! :))

The Bad Batch x F! Reader HC's - Love Songs

Mostly Fluff /Pre Relationship

___________

Hunter

He hears Omega singing. The lyrics are quite corny and for a moment Hunter is on the verge of panic, because he assumes the girl has fallen in love.

"What are you singing?"

Omega beams at Hunter, "Oh, I didn't hear you come in. I'm singing love songs."

Hunter gulps.

"Love songs, huh?"

"Yep"

He scratches the back of his head nervously and asks, "Why is that?"

"Y/N used to sing them and taught me a few".

Hunter takes a breath and smiles in relief, then panic strikes him again. He says cautiously, "I guess she fell in love then. Do you know who it is, by any chance?".

Omega makes a deliberative hand gesture and says, "Could very well be" then she leans over to Hunter conspiratorially, and he leans towards her with a concerned look.

She says, "Heard her singing your name instead of the one that's actually in the song."

Hunter immediately feels warmth move into his cheeks and chest.

"Oh?"

Omega nods meaningfully.

As you walk by humming a song, they both turn to look at you. Hunter stares at you, dreamily.

Sensing you're being watched, you fall silent and slowly turn your head in his direction.

Frowning, you ask, "What's wrong with you?"

He hastily straightens up, clears his throat and says, "Nothing, what should be wrong?"

"You're staring at me"

Hunter moves back and forth as if he doesn't quite know where to go, like a headless chicken. With a furrowed brow, you watch him go until he pushes past you in the narrow hallway.

"Sorry," he mumbles apologetically and hurriedly leaves the room.

You look after him in amazement, then continue humming your song.

Echo

"Pretty corny stuff you're singing," Echo says, amused, as he comes down the ramp and hears Omega singing outside the shuttle.

"Corny?" she asks, looking up in surprise.

"Well, sentimental."

Omega shrugs and says, "Well, it's a love song."

"That's what I thought" Echo says amused, "Who's the lucky guy?"

Omega shook her head, "No one. I heard Y/N singing this song and I thought it was beautiful"

Echo freezes in his movement for a brief moment, he was about to pick up one of the boxes that had to go into the Marauder. But he pauses and turns back around.

"She sings love songs?" he asks nervously.

With a nod, Omega lets him in on it, "For a few days now, on and off. I liked the one I just sang the best."

Echo clears his throat before asking, "Do you know why she does that?"

The girl shrugs and says dryly, "I guess because she's fallen in love."

Echo scratches the back of his head and turns back and forth a few times, undecided if he should ask what's on his mind or let it go for now. He sighs and is about to turn back to his work when he hears Omega say, "You know, she replaced the name with yours in one of the songs."

Echo almost drops the box as he hastily turns back to Omega.

"She did?"

The girl nods with a small grin.

"I wonder if she means me?" he mutters.

Omega laughs softly and asks, "How many people do you know named Echo?"

Echo grins and says with relief, "Good point."

The rest of the day, he keeps humming the song he heard Omega sing.

Wrecker

He immediately sings along, or at least tries to, when he hears Omega singing. The girl looks around, amused.

"Do you like the song?" she asks.

Wrecker nods, "I like almost any song if it's not too sad."

Omega giggles, "Yes, I remember."

Wrecker sits down next to Omega and says, "What you were singing sounded like a love song. Is there something you want to tell me? A secret admirer? Don't worry, I won't tell Hunter."

Omega looks around as if to make sure no one is watching or listening to them. Wrecker tilts his ear to her as she whispers.

"There's a secret admirer, Y/N."

Wrecker frowns, not quite following her.

"She's the one I picked up the song from."

"Oh… so she's in love or something?" he asks, looking brooding.

Omega nods eagerly and says, "I know who it is, too."

Wrecker looks at her urgently.

"Please, tell me!"

"She replaced the name in the song, with Wrecker."

Wrecker holds his breath for a moment, it takes him a second or two for the news to sink in.

"She has a crush on me?"

Omega nods and says, "Looks like it."

Wrecker jumps up and lets out a squeal of delight that makes the girl flinch in shock, but right after that she laughs in amusement.

"What's going on here?" you ask, looking annoyed from out of your cabin.

You've had the night shift with Tech and are just trying to catch up on some sleep.

"Oh, nothing…" says Wrecker nervously.

With a sigh, you grumble, "I'm trying to sleep, Wrecker."

"Sorry Mesh'la! Sweet dreams".

You smile tiredly at him before going back to your cabin and crawling back into bed, unaware that Wrecker knows your little secret.

Tech

Tech coming out of the cockpit frowns and asks Omega, "Where did you learn that song? The melody sounds very familiar, but I don't know the lyrics."

Omega falls silent, looks up at Tech and says, "Y/N sang it a couple of times. She's humming it a lot, I'm guessing that's where you heard the melody"

Tech blinks several times, it looks like he needs to reboot his mind.

"She sang that? A love song?"

Omega nods and watches his reaction carefully. Tech sits down and suddenly looks very thoughtful. He wonders who you've fallen in love with, and the thought makes him sad, because he can't imagine it's him.

The girl frowns because she can see his train of thought, even if he doesn't say it. But then she smiles.

"Can I tell you a secret?"

Tech blinks, breaks away from his thoughts for a moment, and looks at Omega again.

"I guess so," he finally says, a little beside himself.

Omega says conspiratorially, "The song I just sang, when Y/N sings it, she replaces the name in the song with yours."

Tech pauses and says, "But my name doesn't fit the timbre of the song at all"

The girl sighs softly and finally grins in amusement.

"Does it really matter that much? Shouldn't you be thinking about why she's doing that?"

Tech blinks again, then his eyes grow wide and his cheeks take on a rosy color.

He stammers, "You mean…"

Omega nods, and Tech falls silent. At the same moment, you come up the ramp and see the two of them sitting in one of the bunks. Your gaze falls on Tech's face staring up at you like a startled deer out of wide eyes. His flushed cheeks complete the sweet picture.

You smile at him with raised brows.

"Are you okay?"

Tech gulps, he nods silently. Finally, he clears his throat and says, "Omega was just singing, we were talking about the song."

Scrutinizing, he looks at you. You don't suspect anything yet so you don't react in a particularly unusual way.

"I see. What were you singing, Omega?"

"The song you taught me."

"The song?"

The girl nods with a grin, slowly you suspect what's going on here. You feel the warmth creep into your cheeks and see Tech start to smile dreamily as he sees your reaction.

Crosshair

He watches Omega thoughtfully for a while and listens to her. Crosshair finally comes closer and asks, "Is there a reason why you sing love songs? Can I give Hunter a heart attack if I tell him?"

Omega rolls her eyes, something she picked up from the Sniper, but then smiles.

"No, I'm not in love. Don't be so mean to your brother all the time."

Crosshair shrugs and puts a toothpick between his teeth.

"It's all in good fun, brotherly bickering. But tell me, how do you know the songs anyway?"

Omega grins inwardly, she knows how much the Sniper likes you, that he watches you secretly, dreamily and longingly, when he thinks no one sees him.

"Y/N often sings them when she's alone, or I'm alone with her".

Crosshair pauses, stops chewing on his toothpick.

"Y/N sings those songs?" he asks, lurking.

Omega nods. She knows, Crosshair is starting to get nervous, even if he remains relatively calm on the outside, she knows him well enough to see the gears meshing behind his forehead, and his thoughts spinning.

You were out with some friends recently. He wonders if you met anyone on that trip, and his chest feels like it's tightening.

"She's replacing the names in the songs with yours, though. Funny, isn't it?" she asks, deliberately innocent.

For a millisecond, he tears his eyes open and his exterior facade is gone. But in the next moment, he has himself under control again, looks impassive as almost always.

"Yes, that's really strange," he finally answers, sounding a bit thoughtful.

As you pass by and greet them both, he looks at you differently than usual, his smirk is different, more intense, you can literally feel it under your skin. When he returns your greeting with his smoky voice, "Hello, Kitten," you feel yourself getting warm.

Ko-Fi (If you feel like giving me some coffee)

@rintheemolion

@andyoufollowyourheart @clone-whore-99

@brynhildrmimi @kaliel2310

@misogirl828 @tech-deck

@meshla-madalene

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katcoquette · 2 years

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Two-Hour Session

Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Reader

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summary: your best friend “forcing” you to hangout with his navy friends turns into some kind of meet cute, if cute was completely normal

★ word count: 2.9k of unedited chaos, oh my god

★ tw/tags: guy friends, existential crisis, bestfriend!Mickey "Fanboy" Garcia, beach campfire, fluffy conversation

★ author's note: the aforementioned self indulgant, therapeutic fic. sorry I just realized this sounds a lot more suggestive than it is let’s call it edging. I ship Phoenix & Coyote so hard please don't tell me I'm the only one. this got me out of my covid slump, I hope it makes sense and is coherent, enjoy <3

The sky is pitch black around you, a stark contrast to the sand that still seemed to glow under the moonlight of the clear night. There’s laughter on the breeze that blows past you every few minutes, and apart from the sound of the waves crashing onto the shore, and the occasional crackle from the bonfire a few hundred feet from you, it’s a peaceful night.

You’d slipped away from the group, not for any particular reason other than to have a moment focused on the ocean, and made yourself comfortable sitting in the sand a safe distance away from the spray.

“Hey.”

Maybe you’d been a little too focused on the ocean. You jump at the voice, despite it coming from a guy that was standing in clear sight of you. “Jesus, you scared me.”

He chuckles. “Sorry, I didn’t realize you were deep in thought.”

“I’m just feeling very aware of my existence tonight.” Your eyes adjust to the darkness as he gets closer, until you’re able to see him better. “Rooster…right?”

You ask it even though you’re not even half a percent unsure of his identity. You’d committed his name to memory immediately after he’d introduced himself to you earlier along with everyone else when you’d first arrived with Mickey.

Rooster. You liked the way it sounded when you said it in your head.

“Yeah.” He confirms. “-or Bradley.” He sits down next to you, bending his legs enough that he can rest his elbows over his knees. “Is it weird for you to call us by our call signs?”

You laugh at the question, watching his movements.

So far, you’d seen him briefly in the light of the sunset, then by the glow of the fire, and now in the pale light of the moon.

You’re willing to bet that even under the yellow light of a dingy, fluorescent bathroom fixture, he’d still be handsome. He just had one of those faces.

“No.” You reply simply. He didn’t ask for an invitation to join you, and you’re grateful- it brings less attention to the fact that you’d wandered from the group.

You smile at him and decide to offer a little bit more of an explanation. You didn’t want to end the conversation before it’d even started.

“It’s just like having a nickname for someone. Though callsigns are a little more…” You trail off, gesturing vaguely with your hands. “Out there?” He offers.

You laugh. “Sure.”

He grins at you before turning to watch the water.

You pull your knees to your chest and sneak a glance over at him, then look back to the dark waves in front of you with a smile on your face at the realization that he had glanced at you right after.

“So…is this an existential crisis? Or just general, everyday, normal thoughts about your place in the world?”

You rest your head on your knees and look over at him with pursed lips, trying not to laugh because god knows you’d been doing that far too much already for a five minute conversation with someone you’d just met.

“Undecided.” You say matter-of-factly, offering an amused smile instead.

“Let’s hear it then.”

“Youwant to hear about my problems?”

He shrugs. “Why not? It’s fun to hear about other people’s problems.” He’s smirking when he lightly nudges your shoulder with his own. “Makes me feel better about my own.”

You laugh. Again. “That’s good to hear.”

He laughs with you, “No, but seriously.” He stops laughing and gives you a friendly smile. “I’m completely unbiased and totally willing, if it would help.”

You look to the waves again and sigh. You’re not sure how to explain the complicated feelings, so you summarize it the only way you know how. “I don’t know what I’m doing with my life.”

“Ah.”

“I feel like I’m stuck in an endless cycle of waking up too early and saying yes to too many things because I’m “young” and should be “excited to help” because I’m “barely starting” my career and, theoretically, shouldn’t already be burnt out by the way workers in corporate America are treated-“

You pause your rant and glance over at him, a grimace laced with embarrassment on your face. “Sorry.”

He just smiles at you, the same look on his face that you now realize he’d been staring at you with during your entire speech. “No, by all means-“ It’s as if he’s snapping out of a trance when he lifts his arms in mock surrender. “Get it all out.”

“I just thought I’d love it. When I was in college I mean. I thought this is what I wanted.”

Bradley shrugs. “People change.”

“I know but…” You pause. “Well take Fanboy-“ You chuckle at the way you’d reverted to calling him by his call sign in this instance. You raise an eyebrow to Bradley as you correct yourself.

“-Mickey, as an example. He’s known he wanted to do this his entire life. This is his calling. I remember being jealous of him, in like, third grade because he already knew he wanted to be a WSO and that never changed. I mean, come on, that’s gotta be one of the most specific dreams ever for an eight year old.”

“What did you want to be in third grade?”

You almost snort. “Well, I was also dreaming big.” You start, contemplating for a second about lying and saying something really cool for an eight year old, like an astronaut or a pirate. But the way he’s looking at you…

So you just say it. “I wanted to be a cashier. Probably at like, a craft store, or something.”

“Oh my god.” He says it like he’s in awe or disbelief of your younger self, you’re not sure. Either way, it’s completely judgement free.

“I know.” Your voice gets higher as you drag out the word, and then quieter, “I thought it would be fun.”

“Oh no, it definitely would be. All those supplies?”

You turn to him abruptly, gesturing with your hands. “Yes! And don’t even get me started on handling money.” You both chuckle before settling into a comfortable pause.

You lean back on your hands, digging your fingers into the cold sand. “What about you then? What did you want to be?”

“Don’t be mad, but…” He smiles, but it’s distant for a moment. “I’ve always wanted to be a pilot.”

“Oh Bradley, not you too.” You say with mock disappointment.

He holds his hands up again. “I know! I know.” And then the distant look is back. “My old man was a pilot. I’ve always wanted to be like him.”

He has a wistful expression on his face, and though you’re not sure what it means, you figure his dad is a sensitive topic, so you decide on a response that seems safe. “I’m sure he’s proud of you.”

“I hope so.” Your smile falters a bit, so not safe, and he notices. “He died when I was a kid. During a training exercise.” Ah.

“That must’ve been really hard.”

His smile isn’t sad per se, more reminiscent, as he takes a moment to think about his reply to you. “It was. It is, but… I like to think he’s still with me. It’s why I’m so damn good at what I do.” The smile melts into something cheekier, a smirk of some sort.

And then you’re laughing again.

“Sorry I made fun of your unwavering career choice.” You say after. He just nods, raising his eyebrows as he runs his tongue behind his teeth, shifting his jaw. It’s playful though, not at all in the usual annoyance you’re used to seeing it as from other men in your life.

“What’s the dream now?” He asks, staring at you again. He’s not doing it on purpose, of course he’s not. He’s just looking at you because he’d asked you a question and wanted to show you he was listening to your response.

But it was a stare to you, one that made you feel seen, like he’d be able to recite your thoughts back to you if he wanted to.

What a ridiculous thing to think about someone you’d just met, but it does make you feel particularly loose-lipped about your inner turmoils.

You take a deep breath in, scrunching your nose at the sequence of thoughts you’d just had, and partially because of the answer to his question. “I want to work in a museum.”

“Any museum? I’m sure the naval museum on base wouldn’t ask any questions-” Your laugh interrupts his jab, and he trails off with a smile.

You sit up from your hands, brushing the sand off of them.“No…no. I mean an archaeological museum, or an art museum. Some place filled with history where I could learn all day and be in charge of cataloguing or arranging exhibits or something. I’ve always been fascinated by that kind of thing.”

“Your face lights up when you talk about it.” He says it as an undeniable fact. You put your elbow on your knee and rest your chin on your fist. “What’s stopping you?” He asks quieter.

Another sigh.

“I almost did it. In college, I studied Anthropology. But then I started to get worried, it’s a hard field to get into, and I think then I was more concerned with the monetary value of a career. So, I dropped it into a minor and went into tech.”

He stays quiet, letting your brain catch up to your explanation.

“I loved my major, don’t get me wrong, but post-grad was really hard, and I feel like I’m back in that place where I had my whole life ahead of me and no idea where to start.”

You twist your neck slightly to look at him again, trying to smile to ease the anxiety you could feel bubbling up at even discussing being back in that time of your life.

“Anyway.”

You make a sound sort of like a chuckle that transforms into a groan as you run your hands over your face before wrapping them around your knees.

“You’re a good listener you know.” This time you nudge him with your shoulder. There’s that smile again. “I’m a good advice giver too, but I’m drawing a blank right now.”

He was good at lifting your spirits, too.

“It’s okay. It’s honestly nice just to say it out loud without anyone trying to fix it.”

Yelling in the direction of the bonfire interrupts the moment you were silently sharing with Bradley on the beach under the light of the moon.

“Hey! Get your ass over here and help us clean up!” Then a delayed second later, when you leaned forward to look at your best friend, “I meant Rooster! You’re a guest, I’d never make you help!”

Rooster waves him off as he stands up, brushing sand from the back of his jean shorts. He offers you his hand after swiping them together a couple of times. “Shall we?”

You thank him and take his hand. You appreciate the help up after sitting for so long. “That’s the nicest he’s ever been to me.” You joke, twisting around to look at your backside.

Bradley does a good job of obviously-waiting-for-you-but-casually-and-in-no-rush waiting as you repeat the motions he’d done a few minutes ago to remove as much sand off your body as you can, and then you’re falling into step next to each other as you leisurely make your way back to the firepit.

Your shoulders brush each other every once in a while, and you try to ignore the feeling in your stomach every time your skin comes in contact with his. You can easily picture yourself getting caught up in it and tripping over your own feet, or even worse, taking him down with you.

So instead, you clear your throat.

“Thanks for playing therapist. I… it helped a lot.”

“I’m glad. For the record, I think you’d be great at running a museum.” He says it so sincerely that it’s almost all you need to believe it too.

The rest of the group politely stays quiet when you rejoin them after prolonged alone time with their friend, and you know it’s the only reason Mickey doesn’t tease you either.

Ten minutes later, a chorus of goodbyes intermixes with the salty air, and then you’re splitting into smaller groups and heading off in different directions. Coyote slings an arm over Phoenix’s shoulder at the same time that Payback does the same to Rooster, though he jostles him around a bit as he does it.

You think you hear your name floating around the Rooster, Hangman, Payback, Bob group, but you can’t be sure.

Mickey links arms with you as you walk the other way. “Thank you for making me come with you tonight. I’m sorry if I was a little antisocial there at the end.”

You still feel the need to apologize after decades of friendship with the extroverted boy, even though he was used to your needed moments of alone time, and, despite what your brain told you, no one ever thought it was strange, especially not Mickey.

“Don’t be. They all loved you.” His smile shifts into a smirk. “Especially Rooster.”

You feel your face heat up. “Shut up.”

He just laughs. “No really. He asked me for your number.” Your face contorts with confusion. “When?”

“Just now, when we were cleaning up.” You’d been talking to Phoenix, it must have been then.

“And?”

He smirks. “I told him he should’ve asked you himself.”

“Mickey-“ You start to groan before he’s interrupting you. “-and then, I gave him your number. You’re welcome.” He says, sarcastically rolling his eyes at you.

Sure enough, your phone buzzes not long after you get into Mickey’s car.

Text me when you get home, I don’t know if I trust Fanboy to get ya there in one piece (;

And then in a separate text-

This is Rooster/Bradley btw

You giggle softly at the lit up screen in your hands, earning a look from your best friend that goes conveniently unnoticed by you.

He smiles to himself as he refocuses on the road, waiting until you’re done staring at the texts from his friend before deciding to verbally acknowledge it.

“Soooo…” He drags out the word. You’d darkened the screen and put it face down in your lap, which is what prompted him to speak.

“Don’t start.” You say, an unserious warning in your tone because even though there was a part of you that didn’t want to talk about it with him, there was also a part of you that definitely did.

“Start what! I’m not starting anything. I’m just asking how your conversation went, that’s all.” He defends himself.

You give in, because of course you do. It was Mickey. “It was actually really nice.” He looks over at you triumphantly. “And what did you talk about? He was with you for a long time.”

In that moment you realize you’d gotten closer to telling Bradley things that you hadn’t even told Mickey. That you had told Bradley things you hadn’t told Mickey. The thought makes your heart skip a beat, and you internally panic for a split second at the crush you were definitely developing on your best friends friend.

“We talked about you!” Not technically a lie. He raises an eyebrow. “What about me?”

“I told him how I’ve always been jealous of you knowing what you wanted to do with your life.” A look of recognition flashes over his face, and then he’s immediately asking, “Did you tell him about wanting to be a cashier in third gr-“

You drop your head back to the headrest of your seat. “Yes, Mickey. I told him your favorite anecdote from our childhood.”

He grins. “I do love that story. You were so cute back then.”

“I’m still cute.”

Another smirk. “Yeah, Rooster sure seems to think so.” You don’t humor him with a response before he’s pulling up to your driveway and putting the car in park.

You turn to face him, deciding to be sincere for a rare moment in your friendship. “Thank you again for tonight. Seriously.”

“You don’t regret coming?” He clarifies, lifting one eyebrow. “No. You were right.” You confirm with a smile.

“Just like I always am.”

You open the door at that with an exaggerated “alright!” and a goodnight, and then you shut the car door firmly in front of you, backing away and blowing him a kiss. “I love you!”

“Love you too.” He says it in a sing-song voice as he pulls away from your curb.

It takes you almost twenty minutes after getting home to decide what to text back to him. Somehow, typing a message to him seems infinitely more nerve wracking, and though you’re contemplating it being too late for a text back, you press send anyway.

The whoosh as it sends has you exclaiming out loud and throwing your phone down on your bed. You fiddle with your lip for a second, and then force yourself to break eye contact with your phone and change into pajamas.

Your phone vibrates when your pants are around your ankles, prompting you to stomp several times to try and get them off while simultaneously hopping back to your bed.

Glad you’re safe

Can I call you in 10? You did pay for a two-hour session and I would hate for you not to get your money’s worth

You’re smiling at your phone again, and shamelessly replying immediately.

I was gonna bring that up actually

Glad to know you’re as honest as you are good at therapying

His response comes just as quickly.

Ha ha.

Talk to you then.

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