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spidernerdsblog · 3 years

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Heyy omg I LOVED Safety net ! It was adorable and heartbreaking at the same time, absolutely amazing. Congratulations on 1k ! you deserve it. Could we have some more of Trixie and Cole ? Like maybe Cole and Trixie fight and Trixie says mom died because of him and he asks Tom if his mom dying was his fault and reader has a talk with Trixie and she apologizes and hugs Cole ? you can totally ignore this if it makes you uncomfortable. Hope you have a good day :)

Thank you so much!!💗💗 it's one of my favorite pieces that I have written. This is set before Tom and reader confessed their feelings for each other. As usual I can’t write short fics so this is a long blurb. Hope you like this.

Read Safety Net.

Pairing : Single dad! Tom Holland x Reader

Warnings : sibling fight, fluff

“Sorry I’m late,” you said walking inside the apartment in a hurry to find Tom leaning against the kitchen counter sipping on his tea from the mug in his hand.

“It’s ok you could have taken the whole day off” he straightens himself putting down the mug on the counter “it’s my day off anyways I could have managed” he adds.

“Nah I’m good it wasn’t that important” you said, placing your tote bag on the couch and walking to the kitchen to have a glass of water. That’s when Tom noticed you properly, you looked different today. He rarely saw you in dresses so seeing you in a floral dress he couldn’t help himself from complimenting you.

“You look pretty today,” he remarked sweetly.

“Oh shut up!” you wave your hand in dismissal playfully.

“What? I'm serious” he emphasizes.

“Well then thank you Mr Holland” you smiled at him flirtatiously as he cocks an eyebrow because you know how much he dislikes it when you address him by that name “I mean Tom” you corrected yourself grinning mischievously making him chuckle.

“So something special today?” he prys in further.

“No, nothing special just went to meet Brad, an old friend of mine” you told him and he couldn’t ignore the sudden pang of jealousy inside his heart. He knows it’s none of his business you’re free to date anyone you like but these unspoken feelings for you inside him makes it difficult for him sometimes.

“So it was a date huh?” he teases with a smug grin.

“Could’ve been but unfortunately he’s married” you said sarcastically but Tom felt weirdly relieved to know that “he and his wife had a baby recently but I couldn’t visit them and since he was in the city for some work I thought to give him the gift I bought for the baby”

“That’s really nice of you also you should wear more dresses it suits you”

“Thanks again I guess?” you said bashfully as you both got engrossed in a casual conversation. Meanwhile Trixie and Cole were in their room busy playing tea party with their toys.

“Cole, give back miss cuddles to me” Trixie orders Cole pointing at her favorite teddy bear. She had been carrying it around since she was one and now they’re inseparable.

“But I want to play with miss cuddles” Cole pouts, holding the teddy bear tightly in his hands.

“No you can't, she's mine. Now give it back” Trixie retorts and grabs hold of miss cuddles by her legs.

“No I wanna play with miss cuddles” Cole refuses to give it back pulling the toy by it’s head.

“You give it back to me right now Cole!” Trixie fumes pulling back and soon they start a tug of war with the soft toy none of them ready to give up. But the old toy wasn’t that strong to endure all of that and a ripping sound was heard as both of them jolted back with two pieces of the teddy bear in their heads.

“Miss cuddles!” Trixie shrieked as she looked at Cole angrily.

“I-I am sorry” Cole stammers, frightened by his sister's angry demeanor.

“Give that to me!” she snatches the torn head from his little hands and starts crying uncontrollably. Cole tries to hug her in order to comfort her but she pushes him away.

“Go away Cole, I hate you!” she yells at him. Tears shimmered in Cole’s eyes hearing his sister’s words “you just ruin everything! It's for you mom is not here with us!” she continues in her rage.

“That is not true daddy said the angel took away mommy” he sniffles.

“Well dad lied to you because it’s for you mom is no more!” she snaps at him.

“You’re lying!” Cole bit back and ran out of the room crying.

You and Tom were still in the kitchen talking as he helped you in preparing the lunch.

“You really like kids don’t you?” he quizzes.

“Yeah and since I can’t have my own I have to admire other parents and their kids from afar wishing if it were me” you shrug giving a tight lipped smile.

“Hey as much as Trixie and Cole are my kids they are your kids too you know that right?” he places a hand on your shoulder reassuringly.

“That’s very sweet of you Tom but c’mon you gotta admit after a few years they won’t need me anymore then I have to leave even if I don’t want to” you tried to sound practical. To be honest Tom didn’t want you to go, the thought of you leaving one day made his heart clench. He and his kids have grown so dependent on you that he can’t imagine a life without you. Maybe this is the right time that he tells you what he really feels about you before it’s too late.

“Y/N I…” he started to be cut off when you both heard Cole crying. You both turned with a worried look on your faces to find the five year old running towards you with tears in his eyes.

“Y/N!” he wrapped his small hands around your legs and started crying inconsolably. Your heart ached seeing him like that as you crouched down while Tom stood beside you with a huge concern in his eyes.

“Cole, look at me baby. What’s the matter? Why are you crying?” you say wiping away his tears with your hands.

“Trixie said she hates me” he sobs.

“She must be joking bubs” you said softly trying to console him.

“No, she said she hates me because I hurt miss cuddles. But I-I really didn’t want to do it” his face was puffy red from all the crying.

“I know baby, you’re such a good boy I know you would never do anything like that” you hug him caressing the back of his head gently.

“She also said that mommy is no more for me. Is that true daddy?” he fumbles looking at Tom with tear filled eyes. Tom was quick to scoop him up in his arms.

“No bubba, it was never your fault. I’m gonna talk to Trixie ok? Now stop crying” he wipes his tears, rocking him gently before making his way to their room.

“Tom let me talk to her” you stopped him and Tom understood your concern as he nodded his head in agreement. You head to their room and find Trixie sobbing silently sitting on the bed facing her back towards you.

“Can I come in?” you ask knocking the door lightly.

“Yes” she sniffled, turning around. She had been crying her eyes out as you walked in to sit beside her on the bed silently.

“Are you here to scold me?” her voice quavered as she looked at you with watery eyes.

“No monkey, why would I scold you?” you cradle her face with your hand wiping the tears with your thumb.

“I didn't want to yell at Cole like that but he tore miss cuddles” she sobs, holding the torn pieces of her favorite teddy bear close to her chest.

“Can I see it?” you ask as she nods in a yes and hands you the two torn pieces “I think I can fix this” you said examining the tear. You got up and walked to the closet to take out the sewing box from the bottom shelf. You sat beside her putting the thread inside the needle and began sewing the toy.

“You wanna talk about it?” you ask as she takes a deep breath and sighs.

“My mom gave miss cuddles to me because I was scared to sleep alone at night. She said if I keep her close to me it would be like she’s there with me all the time” she explains.

“Aww that’s really sweet of her” you said continuing to sew the teddy bear “but baby Cole is your brother you shouldn’t have spoken to him like that. You're so lucky that you got to spend time with your mom but Cole, he never got to know her. He has only seen her in pictures. He never got to know how she was or how it feels to be loved by her. He has no one except you and dad. And now if you also push him away you think your mom will be happy to see this?”

“No” she mumbles softly looking down at her lap in guilt “I’m sorry Y/N”

“I know you’re baby but you should say that to your brother because he is really sad” you cup her face with your hand with an understanding smile “and see? as good as new” you show her the stitched teddy bear which she happily takes from you.

“Is everything ok now?” Tom asks, standing at the doorway with Cole in his arms.

“Yes everything is fine now. Cole, come inside honey” you call him as Tom puts him down.

“Trixie is angry” he was still scared.

“No she isn’t, come here baby” you assure him as he walks near you.

“Trixie?” you give her the que to start with her apology.

“I’m sorry Cole, I got angry I didn’t mean any of it” she said with guilt in her voice.

“I’m sorry too I hurt miss cuddles” Cole apologizes to her.

“It’s ok Y/N fixed her, see” she showed him the teddy bear “and you can also play with her I don’t mind” she adds pulling him in a hug.

“Aww can I also get a hug?” you pout extending your arms as they tackle hugged you giggling.

“I love you mommy...” you heard both of them mumble softly taking you by surprise. Did they just accidentally call you mom? You didn’t want to get your hopes up because you know very well they aren’t yours but after Daniel passed away you have craved to hear that one word all your life. Unknowingly you too had grown feelings for Tom which you had tried to suppress all this while because you knew it was wrong. But for this one time you want to forget everything and live in the moment. You want to believe they are your kids.

Tom had a soft smile etched on his face as he watched his kids with you. He wondered what he would do without you. Being a single father to two kids is hard but you have made everything easy for him. You have become the mother that his kids always needed and now he wants to turn that into reality.

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marireadshellblazer · 3 years

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Constantine TV Series Episode 4 “A Feast of Friends”

Aight, I feel the need to express some feelings about this episode. I’m not sure this is going to be terribly articulate, but I’ll do my best. Let’s do this.

First off, it’s obvious to anyone who has read Hellblazer that this episode is based off of the first two issues of the comic book series. As I wrote in my post about my experience reading it, these issues were the perfect way to start off the series. It’s like “BOOM! This is how it is! Get ready for some serious shit! This is your only warning; this is what you’re in for.” Even though they did change the story for the episode, I still absolutely loved it. The storyline from the comics is a favorite of mine, but even with the changes made in order to adapt it for TV, this was an awesome episode. In fact, it’s my favorite episode of the TV series. Here’s why!

Why is it episode 4?

Unlike the comics this story was adapted to be episode 4, meaning it doesn’t start the TV series. So, why wouldn’t it start the TV series? I think that you have to look at it from a few different perspectives.

Let’s start with the comic: Issues 1 and 2, titled Hunger and A Feast of Friends respectively, make up the first arc of the Hellblazer series. Most fans know, however, that Hellblazer is not John’s first appearance in comics; he got his own series after appearing throughout the American Gothic story arc of Swamp Thing. Consequently, many people came into Hellblazer at the time having some familiarity with the character. While this chapter does expand on John’s character some, this doesn’t serve as a major introduction to him. They just drop the reader into one of his nightmare-inducing everyday situations with little to no preparation. Those who are familiar with his role in Swamp Thing will, odds are, not find these issues to be terribly weird or particularly jarring considering it’s in a series about John; they have a good idea what they are in for.

Here is a quick run-down: John returns to his apartment in Paddington after dealing with the horror show that is the Brujeria in the Swamp Thing comics. Exhausted, he comes back to an unwelcome guest; Gary Lester. Gary is one of the friends who was involved in the Newcastle incident (which is fully explained in issue #11), which left each of them scarred in their own way. Gary dealt with the aftermath via drugs, which have left him wide open for other issues. After foolishly releasing a demon from a sacrificial victim, Gary runs to John for help dealing with the destruction said demon is causing. In this case it’s a hunger demon that causes people to feast upon whatever they greatly desire; food, a crucifix, and even an athlete committing autocannibalism. With help from club owner and Voodoo practitioner Papa Midnight, John betrays his vulnerable and trusting friend in order to stop the demon by instead making him the new sacrifice. Trapping the demon inside of Gary, the literal and figurative ghosts of John’s past haunt and torment him mentally as his friend dies slowly and in agony, ending this arc with a melancholy feeling. John stopped a demon, but at the cost of a friend who truly trusted and cared for him.

Using this story to begin the TV series as is, however, would have been more than a little strange. In the minds of most people outside of the comic book world, John Constantine was first introduced to them via the horrifyingly inaccurate Keanu Reeves film. (I love Keanu, I really do, but that film give me agita). Or, if they were introduced to the show after it had already aired, they are introduced via Matt Ryan’s masterful work portraying him in Legends of Tomorrow. While he does an incredible job in both Constantine and Legends (to the point where I find that I may simply be unable to accept anyone else taking on the role in live action) it depresses me terribly that Legends toned down John’s character so much with all the goofiness. It did not suit John at all! If anything, I find myself feeling sorry for Matt Ryan, who tried so hard to do John’s character justice. Uhg.

Anyway…Already, a lot of the audience is going to be more than a little taken aback by the Constantine series’ portrayal of the character, however comic book accurate he may be. This show is tailored to as wide of an audience as possible, meaning they expect that pretty much no one has read Hellblazer or Swamp Thing before. Consequently, having the series start by just dropping the audience into his crazy world, especially with this particular story arc, might not be the best idea. I’m not saying that his introduction is done super well with the first episode (it’s not a total wreak, but there are issues) but it would have been much harder to start with A Feast of Friends.

Characterization

Now, let’s look at it from another angle: characterization. As the 4th episode this was, odds are, done assuming that there would be a lot more episodes after this (oh, the painful reality), but really the viewers are still just getting to know John. So, these early episodes are supposed to establish his character. They see him as knowledgeable and ready to handle the weird and scary in the first episode, and in 2 and 3 you see that he is serious about his work, a loner, weirdly well prepared, and how he interacts with others. While in some situations he does come off like a douche, his douche-ness is on full display in this episode. Honestly, this is accurate to how he is in the comics; he’s a nasty piece of work, after all. A world class bastard. He gives Gary shit for his drug addiction pretty much the entire episode as well as his choice to mess with a demon and the chaos it made that he now has to fix. He, like in the comics, tricks Gary into helping him and it results in a slow, painful death for the man. Gary really did trust John, and not only did John betray him, but he was callous about it. Now, that’s not to say that the situation and Gary’s death doesn’t bother him, and this is also seen in both the episode and the comic, but John solders through a lot of it with his mask of stoic indifference; he blatantly a deliberately betrays his friend without much hesitation.

John’s characterization in the show is really important. While fans of Hellblazer know what they are in for (John being a dick, betraying people, sacrificing friends, etc) the wide audience the show was meant to appeal to might not respond well to that. How is the audience supposed to relate to a character whose major personality trait in this arc is to basically be a douche (even if it is justified in a way)? Generally speaking, TV shows try to have a lot of characters with redeeming traits and very basic bitch personalities so that as much of the audience as possible can relate to them in some capacity. They can describe the main character as “cool, quirky, sweet, loving, etc” because that is what network television strives for. The point is for the audience to relate to and find a lot of reasons to like the character, especially the main character. The audience is supposed to be able to see the qualities of the character in themselves. An example of a douchy character being changed for network television is the titular character in TV series Lucifer. He can be an asshat at times, but his redeeming qualities shine through in pretty much every episode; he’s helpful, has a strong sense of justice, and cares about Chloe. He often goes out of his way to understand others, although he often misses the mark, and tries to fix problems and issues that he accidentally creates in order to keep relationships with others. These are things people can relate to, and although he can be rather uncouth, it’s played for laughs, and he has more redeeming qualities than not. If the Constantine series started off with John coldly betraying a friend after giving him shit for his addiction the entire episode with not a lot of his positive traits coming through, from the perspective of most people, this might not be a good way to try and connect with the audience. I’m not saying there are people who don’t/won’t, but again, this is network television and they tend to play on the safe side.

Comic book -> TV

Ok so let’s move onto the meat of this; the changes made to the story. People always complain when something isn��t totally accurate to the book down to every last detail (Harry Potter *cough cough*) and making story and character changes to adaptions of comic books is nothing new. However, to be fair, there are some legitimately good reasons for this. Time, money, limits technology wise, and pacing are good examples. The most important thing to consider, in my opinion, is that we are going from a comic book to television. Literally, that is the most important thing. Essentially, what the writers had to do when adapting this story for the show was carry over the plot from one medium to another, which is tricky.

What’s a medium? A medium is a platform that allows a message to be shared or presented. So, using the medium of a comic book is how Jamie Delano was able to share his message; the story of John Constantine. The writers of the television series then had to adapt the story from comics, a visual and written medium, into a different kind of visual medium with different features to it; stage craft, voice, music, etc.

Comic books have features for story telling; the size and placement of the panels, the writing, word bubbles, narration bubbles, colors, art style, etc. The pro’s to this are that you don’t get paragraph after paragraph describing a place or a person; they literally show them to you and the art presents those details. They also allow for the art to take in the reader emotionally through what the images convey; messy art, sudden loss of color, or even a sudden blank page after a tragic event are simple yet effective ways to convey emotion that are, at times, difficult or downright impossible to put into words. And sometimes the writer wants to leave things to interpretation or allude to something without saying it outright. While this can be done in writing, it can be done through the art as well, and depending on how skilled the artist or creative a set up can be just as effective if not more.

In television storytelling can be done with another wide array of features. Close-ups on the actors, the actors and their performance in general, music, background narration, changes in location, lighting, ect. This allows for emotions to come across in different ways; the quality of the acting can make or break the effectiveness of the scene, and music and lighting can alter the message or feel of scene in order to change or heighten the point, pacing, the use of CGI or practical effects, etc. So, keeping this in mind, there are many features that are exclusive to film that are not in comic books, and vice versa. So, as you can imagine, adapting the stories or message from one medium to another is nowhere near as straightforward as people like to think it is. In other words, I tend to give the writers/actors/etc a break when it comes to adaption because, honestly, there is a lot that goes into it and it’s not like I could do better, honestly. I mean, there are piss poor adaptions, I’m not gunna lie, but there are a lot of them that I think don’t get enough credit simply because it’s “different” in some ways.

Aight, let’s first refer back to what I said earlier concerning the comic; these issues aren’t so much an intro to John as they are literally following him from the end of the American Gothic arc in Swamp Thing and to his apartment where he gets involved with more shit (no rest for the wicked, amirite?). So, again, not a good way to start the TV series. In the TV show, they also have to tie in the changes they set up in the previous episodes. Continuity, my friends.

So, what is different? Here are a few things: John having a safe house, being in the US, Chaz being American and also not involved, Zed being involved and being Latina, the new angel character Manny, and the absence of Papa Midnight really change a lot about the story. The heart of it is John’s relationship with Gary and the defeat of the demon, which thankfully remains unchanged at it’s core. This is the central idea that drives this story and I think that idea was actually done a bit better in the film medium than in the comic.

Keeping all of these factors and all of these changes that needed in order to keep things consistent with the TV show’s changes, let’s get into why I think that this episode is good even with the changes, but why I love it.

I love It

After taking some time to consider things, I realize that what really makes this episode great is the actors; specifically, Matt Ryan and Jonjo O'Neill. The chemistry between them is undeniable. The way they look at each other and how they talk to each other really makes you feel like, at one time at least, they were friends. The scene where Gary swipes the ID badge and says “I learned from the best” is a great example of this. The look on his face and John’s; I don’t have a real eloquent way to say it. I just sort of feel it.

The retcon of Gary’s character really helps with this. Being that Gary is introduced and then killed off in two issues, you don’t really get to know his character in the comics. He’s only in one episode of the TV series, yet he feels more fleshed out. Soul was added to the character. Showing his struggles with addiction, as well as what I suspect to be depression and PTSD, really humanized him. In the episode, he was more than just a desperate, annoying junky; he was a flawed and relatable human being. Who hasn’t made a mistake? How many people have made BIG mistakes with consequences difficult to handle? How many people are haunted by their actions from the past? Addiction and the effects is has on people is devastating. I’m glad that they kept the ending true to the comics, but the way he was portrayed in the episode really made me feel for Gary in this case. It almost made me hope that maybe he really would get better, and have the chance at redemption that he was trying so desperately to find. But it wouldn’t be a John Constantine series without an ending like this one; John loses a friend and slowly digs himself deeper into hell.

Of course, it’s the ending of the episode that people really remember best. It’s the scenes that solidified, at least for me, Matt Ryan as John Constantine. It’s what really helped me have faith in the series. Watching it now, and seeing what really could have been, makes the episode somewhat bitter sweet for me. I felt like this is when the series really found it’s footing; the acting, storytelling, and how well arcs from Hellblazer could be adapted. This is where I think Matt Ryan hit his stride and we could see what he was really capable of as an actor if they let him spread his wings. In the earlier episodes I was honestly unsure. He looked the part, but the soul of the character had not really had a chance to shine through.

How John treats Gary at the end really made a difference, too. Holding him while he was in pain, and sitting with him as he died in agony; these simple yet effective changes really drove home John’s humanity in the face of evil and the tough decisions he has to make. The look he gives many at the very end, the anger and sorrow he seems to be struggling to hold back, is haunting.

In this episode, Matt Ryan’s love and dedication to John’s character shine. Seeing the story in live action gave this story a stronger impact. Even without a lot of the social commentary that was present in the comic, the live action element is what really helps drive the story home. I think it’s because it’s real people showing these very real emotions that can be hard to translate into art. Not to say that John Ridgway did a bad job, but it’s different in live action.

I hope I was able to get these thoughts across. I wasn’t sure if I should share this or not, but it’s something I’ve been thinking about for a long time. I know this is sort of jumbled, but hopefully it’s not a total mess to read.

#Constantine #Constantine TV Series #Hellblazer #Vertigo #Vertigo Comics #DC #DC Comics #Matt Ryan #John Constantine

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elijahs-wife · 4 years

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I Like You A Latte

Requested by @dumble-daddy - “coffee!!!! shop!!!! au!!!! where the barista keeps writing bad pickup lines on bby elijah’s cup every time he orders a drink!!! and he just looks at them like!!!! dAMN!!!!” I HAD SO MUCH FUN WITH THIS!! I hope you like it!!!💗💓

Like/reblog if you enjoyed reading <3

Pairing: Human! Elijah x Female! Reader

Word Count: 2370+

Warnings: hmmm none

Monday mornings in Manhattan can be one of two things: they can either be an inspiring start to your week or sheer hell, and for Y/N it seemed to be shifting towards the latter today. She dashed out of the subway and started running for her life – she was going to be late for her shift at Starbucks, and her insufferable manager would have her head. Six minutes to 8 am, she thought, checking her watch, okay, I can get there in four. "Shit, I'm sorry!" she yelled as she bumped hard into a woman's shoulder, who gave her a dirty look, but she couldnt risk stopping.

The infamous green logo was finally in visibility, and in a minute she was bursting through the side doors into the kitchen, then bending from the waist clutching the excruciating stitch in her side. "Damn, girl", her friend and colleague Cami said, laughing and looking concerned at the same time, "what happened to you?"

Y/N couldn't speak from all the panting, she staggered over to an empty countertop and tied her apron strings while she caught her breath. "Oh God", she said, still slightly breathless, "I woke up so late today, I had to run all the way from the damn subway to here." Cami shot her a sympathetic grimace. "We should probably get out there before Tristan has a cow", she said, and both of them rushed through the door to the front counter. As usual, the place was fairly crowded with college students and sophisticated professionals alike. Y/N saw Tristan glare menacingly at the two of them, but since they weren't technically late he couldn't make a comment.

In an hour's time, Y/N felt as though she had served about three hundred Americanos and sugary sweet Frappuccinos, and she was already tired of it. In all honesty, she hated being a barista, but it was a means to an end, so four days a week she plastered a smile on her face and made people's coffee and mopped floors and took out trash. She needed the money to help pay off her student loans, not to mention rent. She saw her next customer walk up to the till out of the corner of her eye. "Good morning!" she said, keeping her voice unbearably chipper, "I'm Y/N, how can I help you today?" Her voice wavered as she got a proper look at him – he was probably the most handsome man she'd ever seen. He didn't look that much older than her, maybe three or four years at most, but everything about him screamed 'money', from his perfectly coiffed hair to the tailored suit to the expensive watch on his wrist. "Hello", he said with a crooked smile. His voice was deep, with an unusual yet captivating accent. "I'd like a tall latte with an extra shot, please." Y/N mentally pulled herself together and quickly took his order down.

"Can I get your name?", she asked, half because it was her job and the other half out of personal curiosity. "I'm Elijah", he replied. "Elijah. Cool name", she said, her wide smile becoming borderline manic with every passing second. God, he's hot. Who let him walk in here looking like freaking Adonis? "Excuse me", she heard him say distantly, snapping her back to reality. "I'm running a bit late, so if you wouldn't mind..."

"Yes! Of course, um, that'll be $3.75", she told him, feeling the embarrassment creeping up her neck. He handed her a five dollar bill, and slipped the change that she gave him back into the tip jar. Walking over to the coffee machine where Cami was working, Y/N swooned silently while she took a peek at Elijah. "Holy crap, that guy you're serving is crazy hot", she whispered. "I know right?!" Y/N whispered back, as she pushed a few buttons, waiting for the machine to pour out his drink. She fidgeted nervously, debating the extremely bad idea that was running through her mind. "Okay, you know how you say I never do anything crazy, or take risks? I'm about to do something crazy", she said in a rush, picking up his latte and slapping a lid on it. She scribbled his name on the cup, plus a little something extra, and headed to the other end of the counter. "I have a tall latte, extra shot for Elijah!" she called out. He made his way through a small crowd of people to the front. "Thank you", he said to her, giving her a friendly smile as he took the cup from her. "You're welcome and have a great day!"

"What did you do?" Cami asked, confusion on her face. "I may have written a coffee-related pick up line on his cup", she replied, covering her mouth with her hands. "Y/N! You did not just do that!" Cami said, shocked at her friend's sudden courage. "Well he's never been here before and I'll probably never see him again, so I figured why not?" she reasoned, as Cami burst out laughing. A furious voice suddenly boomed behind them. "I do not pay you two to chat." Both of them nervously turned around in unison. "Get back to work", Tristan scoffed. "Sorry, Tristan", they muttered apologetically, and back to work they went.

Elijah got in the back seat of the car waiting outside, and motioned for the driver to start moving. He was already ten minutes late for his first day at work: not a great way to set a good example. The traffic in Manhattan was so much heavier than back home in New Orleans. His feet tapped the floor of the car as though of their own accord – he was nervous to head an office on his own, without Father's help, and when he was nervous, coffee helped. As he took the first satisfying sip, he noticed something scrawled on the side of his cup, and took a closer look. Right below his name in small, untidy writing read, If you were ground coffee, you'd be espresso cause you're so fine. He almost dropped the cup in his initial shock – he wasn't used to such boldness – but then couldn't help but let out a long, loud laugh. Smooth move, Y/N, he thought sarcastically. He decided then that he would be coming back to that particular Starbucks a lot more in the future.

‐The next day-

Through the onslaught of yesterday's business meetings, Elijah found his mind continually wandering back to that terribly corny line on his coffee cup, and to her – and that's why he was standing outside the coffee shop again, in the hopes of seeing her. It took gumption and a certain lack of shame to take a shot like she did, and he liked that. But it was when he walked through the doors and caught sight of her behind the counter that he realised just how pretty she was, with eyes like stars and skin that glowed like a sunset. He waited in line impatiently for his turn.

Y/N was having a decent morning so far: thankfully she managed to get to work on time, and she was feeling weirdly cheerful after her stint with yesterday's hot guy. Thank God I'll never see him again, she thought, inwardly snickering, could you imagine the horror– "Hello", she heard a familiar voice say from behind. She froze at the sound of it. Good Lord, that's him.

Elijah noticed her eyes widen at the sight of him for just a moment before she composed herself. "Good morning!" she said in an unnaturally chirpy voice that he assumed was solely for the workplace, "I'm Y/N, what can I get you today?" He gave an amused chuckle. "I remember your name, Miss. And I'd like one tall latte with an extra shot please, same as yesterday." She took down his order, feeling his stare burning into her. "That'll be $3.75." He handed over the money, and put the change into the tip jar again. "Oh, it's Elijah, right?" she asked him, trying her hardest to be nonchalant. He hummed and nodded in response, and she turned around to walk away. "By the way," she heard him say behind her, "you're quite the writer, aren't you?" Her head whipped around to look at him. "I wasn't quite so impressed though. I think you can do better." A faint smirk formed on his lips, and he looked at her as though challenging her. She narrowed her eyes a degree and smirked back before walking off. He wanted more, well, he was gonna get it. She scribbled the cheesiest line she could think of onto the cup, laughing to herself at how bad it was.

He was waiting for her at the other end of the counter. "Here's your drink", she said, handing it to him with a smug smile on her face. "I hope you enjoy it." He laughed quietly. "I'm sure I will. You have a good day", he said, raising his cup to her and then walking out.

Elijah waited until he was back inside his car to read it. Bean thinking about you a latte and you are mocha me crazy! He burst out laughing, and couldn't stop smiling to himself the whole car ride long.

Over the next few days, Elijah bought several drinks in exchange for more gems like You are just the way I like my coffee. Tall, dark and strong, and Careful, hot coffee! Oh wait, nevermind, not as hot as you. It became something that both of them looked forward to, until he stopped showing up. It been a week since she had seen him last, and every morning she would search through the crowd for him, to no avail.

"Hey," Cami said, sidling up to Y/N, trying to avoid Tristan's line of sight, "haven't seen your hot rich guy for a minute. What gives?" Y/N rolled her eyes dramatically. "First of all, his name is Elijah, and secondly, he is not my hot rich guy so I have no idea where he is." Just then, she thought she caught a glimpse of his car rolling up outside, and suddenly, there he was, as godly as ever. "Speak of the devil", Cami whispered teasingly. "Shut up", Y/N mouthed.

He made his way over to her in just a few strides. "Hey!" she exclaimed, genuinely pleased to see him. "Haven't seen you around in a while." He looked just as happy to see her. "I had to go back home for some time. Family drama", he explained. "I get that", she replied, "so what can I get ya?"

"The usual, please", he said, grinning, giving her the money. "Coming right up!" she said, about to turn away. "Oh, wait", he said. "I brought my own cup, if that's alright." He handed over a matte black reusable cup. "That's great", she said, taking it. "I'll have your drink ready in a minute."

Damn, even his coffee cup is fancy, she thought, turning it over in her hands to see his initials engraved on the side – E.M. She took off the lid, and to her surprise, found a folded up piece of paper inside. She took it out and unfolded it – it was a handwritten note, in penmanship just as immaculate as his suits. She read it discreetly so that no one could see.

Y/N,

The entire week that I was with my family, I found myself unable to stop thinking about you and your ghastly pick up lines. If you wouldn't mind, I would love to take you out someday. So... java number I can call you on?

Fondly, Elijah.

She blushed furiously and stuffed the note inside her pocket. As she waited for the machine to pour out his drink, she thought of what to write back. Of course she would love to go out with him, but she needed to think of something witty to say. Grabbing a tissue, she carefully wrote her reply on it, and placed it under his cup. He watched her walk towards him with a strange smile on his face.

"Here you go", she said quietly, brushing his hand accidentally-on-purpose as she handed him the cup. His skin was warm and rough. "Thank you", he replied, as he spotted what looked like a phone number on the tissue. He took a quick look at it.

Elijah,

I knew there was something brewing between the two of us. Yes, I'd love to go out with you. Call me :)

Y/N

He laughed softly to himself. She looked at him expectantly, wondering if he might say anything. "So I guess I'll see you soon, then", he said, eyes twinkling. "I guess you will", she replied, smiling back at him. Unexpectedly, he shot a sly wink at her, and she felt the blood rush back to her cheeks as he walked out the door.

As Y/N got back to her tiny studio apartment that night after work and class, she heard the muffled sound of her ringtone. Pulling her phone out of her pocket, she saw an unknown number flashing on her screen. She answered it. "Hello?"

"Hello", she heard the familiar deep voice say. "This is Elijah." She chuckled, "I know it's you. Are you calling to say you miss my puns already?" It was his turn to laugh now. "As a matter of fact, I do miss them. So, I was wondering if I could hear some more this Friday over dinner." She shifted her weight from side to side, playing with an errant lock of hair. She had half-expected him to not call at all. "Um, yeah, yes. Friday is good, it's great." God, why am I so awkward, she thought, smacking the side of her head.

He wished she could see the smile on his face. "Great. I'll text you the details soon", he said. "Cool", she said, trying to hide the excitement in her voice. "Um, I should go. Gotta get up early tomorrow."

"Of course. I look forward to seeing you soon. Goodnight, Y/N", he said. "Goodnight", she said as she flopped onto her bed, an irrepressible grin on her face. She already knew she wouldn't be getting any sleep tonight.

#elijah mikaelson #elijah x reader #elijah imagines #the originals #the originals fanfiction

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invitedeath · 5 years

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7TH SEPTEMBER 2018...

———— ❝ feels almost like yesterday, doesn’t it? ❞

where does the time go, because it felt as if one moment he had been a stranger unsure, almost uneasy, to this world and the next he had almost integrated into it. he owned real estate, somehow, had... ‘friends’? yes.. it was better to suggest the ambiguity of those connections than safely label them as true friendships.

he had arrived swordless and powerless, almost humiliating had he not been confident that he was strong enough simply by existence-sake alone. those first few months however were challenging. he enjoys a good challenge, something to puzzle him until he cracks the final code. so he played to those rules and earned himself the masamune. later would come the rest.

what else has changed?

vocally, he is better. he discusses and argues, converses and laughs. strange isn’t it how people might change that way, become more fluid in their manners as they adapt to their surroundings. sephiroth did just that. he adapted.

he travels. he visits art and wonders more about the beauty of intricate things. his clothing shifted into more casual things, his hair also following suit. he embraced a freedom he had not possessed before. a freedom denied since birth. it was cathartic to be themselves. finally.

and so a year has come. he stands the same height but there’s something more to him now. his power has been earned through trial after trial. his connections were forged from necessity but he keeps now for some ghost of comfort. this is as close to normality as he can get, tip-toeing the edge of a human’s life but with the might of something far greater.

what lies in wait upon that horizon, a final task before a true ascension. how long it may take and how much of him is still yet to change is unknown, but the journey continues on and they would see it through to its completion.

———— ❝ you have come so far. you cannot fail now. ❞

this post is a commemorative piece just to celebrate a one year anniversary of this blog at isola radiale! i will include a more elaborate out of character post under the cut, but in brief let me just say how grateful i am to everyone i’ve ever written with in this group on sephiroth, it’s seriously just been the best time and i hope you all enjoyed the content i made over the last year!

first of all i wanna thank all of my close friends for the plots we discussed last year because those helped me SO MUCH. you guys were so keen to help me kick start this blog and i am sooo thankful for your energy and kindness.

i have had some truly amazing interactions on this blog and there are some that took place with people who are no longer in isola and i hope wherever they are, they are thriving and their lives are going great!

to those who did put up with my detailed plot messages, random 4am ideas, heavily headcanoned concepts —— you are amazing. you helped me develop my favourite character into one more three-dimensional and real. you encouraged me to think outside of the box. so to anyone who i ever wrote with, mini or para or meme or novel-length: thank you so so much.

there were often times that i didn’t feel up to writing a meme reply, or maybe had the same sentence meme too often so i wasn’t able to answer them, and i do want to apologise for that! for any threads i missed or took so long replying to that the content was outdated also, i am very sorry! life can be complicated as we all know, i hope you don’t think less of me for sometimes forgetting things like that! if ever you want to pick up where i dropped things off, let me know!

also big shout out to anyone in the final fantasy cast *fist bumps* !!!

also thank you moderators and helpers at @isolaradiale for putting up with all of my messages about powers and things, sephiroth has a complicated mass of them so i appreciate all of your efforts in helping me restore his toolkit! and also for providing creative events for me to develop my character further!! those have been awesome and i look forward to the next ones!!

okay that’s all of the housekeeping i think! so, time for a bit about me...

sephiroth was a muse i had had for a while. i got into final fantasy super super late so felt like i didn’t really deserve to write ff muses, weirdly. sephiroth was always such an iconic villain that i was worried i’d never do him justice. i had friends who rped him and even had the joy of reading their posts and just always felt super impressed and inspired by seeing people write him!

i took the plunge and honestly i am amazed. i have had SO MUCH FUN and this the longest muse i have ever had EVER in roleplay terms. my adhd often means my hyper-fixations fluctuate quickly and sporadically, but sephiroth has been a constant source of comfort and fun for me this past year, has helped me improve my writing as well as make lots of new friends. my depression can be so fucking unbearable sometime but writing replies or headcanons etc on this blog really grounds me and keeps my mind peaceful.

i did a very quick count of everything i’ve written in character on this account over the past year and it came up over 31,000 words altogether!!! that’s so much... and i owe each of those words to everyone who’s ever put up with me as a roleplay partner!!

this post is so long so i’m gunna wrap it up now and say

THANK YOU SO MUCH EVERYONE FOR YOUR SUPPORT AND PLOTS AND FRIENDSHIP!! i hope i do a good job and that we continue to have more fun times!!

#「 LIFESTREAM ; OUT OF CHARACTER 」#we did it....a whole year...#its midnight here so hence why im posting it now #also feels right on meme day #sephiroth is like my anchor in my busy life #and my friends as well...#thank you everyone ;w;

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homestucky · 5 years

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Davekat fic recs?

hrrmm wow i will have to think. ill probs just check my bookmarks which means i probably wont be able to think of many one chapter fics off the top of my head since i dont tend to bookmark them. also some that havent been updated in yrs i wont put here bcaus thats just frustrating unless theyre rlly notable and may come back i may not link them

also disclaimer that while im not super into smut so its unlikely im gonna recommend just porn fics, some may have some sexy times incidentally i suppose. also a lot of them are dave centric/dave POV bcaus hes my BOY

M.C. Escher that’s my favourite MC by Unda (COMPLETE) is a wild ride and long but i recommend for sure, very well written n thought out. also check out the other fics in the series bcaus if i recall correctly there are some other shorter fics that unda wrote to give some background or develop characters. but theyre also really great even stand-alone! its finished now and i followed it the whole time :0. cw for child abuse and death

Within, Without by reinkist (COMPLETE) i actually read a long time ago so i dont remember it so well. i do remember thinking it was pretty great tho, so i do recommend it. i should probably go back for a reread some time. its just a really good meteor fic that explores everything you’d want it to, and does that well, u kno? its like the fic that u wanted to exist but couldnt find. but here it is!

Doc Scratch’s School for Supernaturally Gifted Adolescents by medical (UNFINISHED AND RECENTLY UPDATED)is great, its like a multichapter magic/superhero au thing. its fun and characters in it are rlly well developed, like, i do enjoy a davekat fic which has a good and significant rose characterisation in there too. but theres some serious plot goin in in here too…. very exciting.

To Be Taken Care Of by shitstuck (COMPLETE)is good, its god some deep convos about troll v human culture and stuff, some rosemary too. bit of body horror but if i can handle it its not too bad. i just reread it lol. the epilogue changes the tone of things a bit n id be interested to know other peoples thoughts on that ;_;

Don’t Forget the Sun by Weevilo707 is rlly good but sadly NOT COMPLETE AND HASNT BEEN UPDATED IN AGES :@!! hope the authors doin ok (EDIT: APPARENTLY the author is not planning on updating this one again, but i still think its a good read :^) )

Book Covers by turntechGeneticist717 (COMPLETE) is rlly great also!! big recommend. dave is lookin after a babby dirk as his big brother in college. i havent read it in a while but i remember when it was updating being like !!!!!!!!!!!Aaa!! also there are others in the series so take a look :)

The Truth is in the Eyes by AcrylicMist (COMPLETE)is like a rlly mythological/fantasy interpretation of canon post game which is very cool????? like the world is sort of medieval or something but w the gods n magicky stuff. rlly interesting. , very dope again havent read it in a while and am running out of steam for ranting about fics but!! yea its sweet w an intriguing plot

The Eurydice Suite by callmearcturus (COMPLETE) !!!!!!!!!!! i love this fic so much like its bonkers n i just. its like an inception sort of inspired au and i have NEVER watched inception but im just super into the concept. its just. a rlly amazing well written fic w perfect pacing and characterisation like the plot is like a beautiful spider web where time flicks back and forth yet makes perfect sense. theres such a sense of atmosphere. ive reread it so many times. also!!1111111 i love the dave in it, and i love the strilondes family relationsy stuff!! i also feel like it ties everything up rlly nicely despite having like all the main characters in it p much. hell yeaaaa. its my fav by this author whos an AMAZING writer like they just DROP U IN to the world with so much confidence and drop context and background in at a perfect pace so ur never confused but always intrigued. but often i find the atmosphere in their fics almost TOO intense u know?? like i feel like i wake up in a ditch after reading one like wh,,h who am i?? i hate using this word but the writing is weirdly like… “sensual” which i think means the writing is great, rlly strong atmosphere but im not always 100% able to handle it. this one does not make me feel so dazed and its just.. yess

The Lucky Ones by daniomalley (COMPLETE) is another one i followed as it came out. a cool spacey au. sorry i cant think of anything else to say aaaa

Off Court by levvan (ON HIATUS?) is great tho strong themes of abuse from the start. not that none of the above have that if i havent said so uhhhh yea be wary of the tags i guess. but yes.

three rounds and a sound by skitpost (UNFINISHED AND RECENTLY UPDATED) is rlly great, like a magic school au. very excited to see whats gonna happen next :0

We’re All Friends & Family Here (And Frankly, We’re Sick Of Your Shit) byLandOfMistAndSecrets (COMPLETE) is TECHNICALLY a dirkjake fic but it has very cute little pastiches of other characters and the DK ones are very cute and well characterised

An Alien and a DJ Walk into a Bar (and Accidentally Start a Relationship) by Kadaaver (APPEARS TO BE ON HIATUS) i was p into when it was still updating. theres not actually MUCH relationship stuff yet if i recall correctly but still. good. and i enjoy the characterisation of dave being p socially anxious.

turntechGodhead is offline by forestknifefight (UNFINISHED AND RECENTLY UPDATED) well relatively recently. i like this one a lot! theres some good beta kid friendship and some good karkat.

Astronomy in Reverse by PunkZucchini, sicklekind (ON HIATUS>??????) cute + features BIGKAT is i recall correctly

Bring You Down by acedavestrider (COMPLETE) idk what to say about this but thats not a criticism. its just a legit cute fic that is good for the heart. human au, earth n whatever. karkat is a student nurse!! yeaa! thats kind of incidental but i like it

Survival of the Richest by ireallyloveicecream (HIATUS???) theres not a lot of it but im so intrigued. some kind of a fae/magic fairy folk kinda thing

Californian Son by LivTC (COMPLETE BUT THERES MORE IN THE SERIES WHICH I HOPE WILL CONTINUE TO BE UPDATED ETC ETC) !! ok this one is kind of sexy n angsty and daves a REAL DICK in it but it rlly well written and i rlly wanna know more jijhihihu

First Contact by yesfir (UNFINISHED AND RECENTLY UPDATED) !! its au but like idk scifi, humans having to make a deal with/coexist with trolls. space colonies!! this one is great… good character development and plot… does that great thing of pacing the revelations of the plot rlly gradually so ur like ! somethings happening here and i must know more!!!

Feathered by AlloftheFandom (UNFINISHED, RECENTLY UPDATED) this ones exciting :3 karkat has only just been introduced to it. its like a magicky world w a bit of mild body horror so far. some good strilondes also… has anyone noticed that i need strilonde family relations in a fic i love….

Soulmates by egossweetheart (UNFINISHED (fairly..?) RECENTLY UPDATED) this is a souleater au which i dont know a lot about??? but its cool, i am suitably intrigued. bit of body horror. idk as always check the tags. idek why im bothering to specify that. anyways,

Vladimir and Estragon Cope with Their Trauma by Volo (UNFINISHED RECENTLY UPDATED ETC) afterlife au. so yea TW death. im into it tho

The Importance of Being Karkat by choicescarfsylveon (UNFINISHED RECENTLY UPDATED ETC) karkat has a radioshow, dave is kind of a dick. some parts of that change. i wont spoil which. theres something deeper goin on too…….. mysterios….

anyways here are some fics that i think are cool. sorry it took ages i just wanted to give it a good effort ukno?? its not an exhaustive list but its what i found. thanks to all these authors and hey, while we’re at it, all fanfic authors!! good work and i hope u all know how appreciated it is. anyways i have a headache so i guess ill finish this up. peace!

#davekat #dave strider #karkat vantas #homestuck #fanfiction #dave #karkat #ask #long post

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baelllamyblake · 6 years

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Ask Nicely. ( Billy Hargrove x Reader )

Request : Can I request a billy Hargrove x reader fix where reader is the new kid and has a photographic memory and like everyone thinks that reader is a slacker because nobody ever sees her studying but when the test scores come back Billy’s just like “wtf how did you get a perfect score when you literally do nothing” lol thanks love ya

Pairing : Billy Hargrove x fem reader

Word Count : 1,709

Warnings : none except for curse words and writers block writing ugh

A/N : okay so an anon asked me when i will write the billy fic they requests and i am PRAYING to that this is the one they asked for. if it’s not, please let me know !! also, if yall out there have photographic memory and this aint anything like it, i am so sorry i did like no research at all. also keep requesting !! this one was really fun to write !!

FEEDBACK IS GREATLY APPRECIATED SO PLS FCK ME UP WID IT<3

“ Hey, why aren’t you studying? “ An unfamiliar voice piped up from besides you, your eyes shifted from the tall trees outside to the sudden blue eyes that belonged to your deskmate. People say that the eyes are the window to soul but these were locked tight. His earring swung slight from side to side, its silvery sheen reflecting the light off whenever it hit that perfect angle. His brown and weathered leather jacket contrasted wonderfully with his maroon shirt on underneath. You had never seen someone so hardened and intimidating in your life but you would never be able to wipe Billy’s face from your memory.

In fact, you could remember every word, feature, and image that you’ve come in contact with. Your brain just didn’t let you forget, it absolutely refused too! Your psychologist called it “ photographic memory “ after the countless MRIs and the many short stories she had you recite back to her. It got to be a hefty burden when you developed a love for books and reading them for fun was nearly impossible. It became downright tortuous when you accidentally walked in on your parents having sex one day.

However, you fully reaped the benefits your photographic memory had to offer. You managed to breeze through middle school by getting your friends to distract the teacher and you memorizing his or hers answer key before every major test. If only you hadn’t moved across the country, you could’ve still been living it up with your closest friends in California. Now, you’re the new kid in a Podunk town with a RadioShack as the most advanced part of the main street. Other than that, it’s nothing more than a miniscule dot on a giant road map.

“ Why do you care? “ You spat out, your eyebrows knitting together in response to Billy’s dumb question. Before he could retaliate with a disdainful insult, the bell rung sonorously around the classroom. You never actually gave him a reason as to why you slacked off and it already began to eat away at Billy. You disappeared like a ghostly apparition with the rush of kids bustling out the doorway. He groaned out defeated, Billy wasn’t going to stop until he got what he wanted.

“ How in the fuck are you passing, Y/N? You’re a fucking lazy shitbird. “ Billy snapped, his eyebrows furrowed in repressed anger. His eyes were glued to the A+ written in red ink at the too of your test. You got a brief glance at his paper before he folded it out of sight in shameful embarrassment. A C- was marked in the corner, you could see the outline of the letter bleeding through the back of the page.

“ I’m not sure but if you asked nicely, I’ll consider telling you my secret and maybe even help you out. How about we talk about it over milkshakes or something? “ You teased the wavy-haired boy, a flirty wink following suit. It was highly unlikely Billy was going to accept your offer. His pride was far too large for him to swallow in one gulp.

“ Forget about it, Y/N. I am not asking you for help. “ Billy seethed quietly, his strong arms crossed firmly over his chest. You stuck your lip out in a childish pout, pretending to be offended by his remark. Your cute puppy dog eyes weirdly struck a chord in Billy, the corner of his eyes crinkled in disgust as he tried to cooly play it off.

“ Suit youself, Billy. Have fun getting C’s the rest of the year. “ You taunted him with the idea of getting better grades. His dad would finally get off his ass about the C’s and D’s dotted on his report cards. Billy leaned back in his chair without replying, his arms still crossed and his eye stuck at the front of the room. You let out a breathy chuckle at how boyish he was acting, how unusual of him. “ I’ll let you think about it. See ya around. “

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You sat at a cafeteria table away from the crowds, chattering with your closest friends about the all the newest music coming out. Billy eyed you warily from afar, he desperately needed the help and Billy just couldn’t humble himself to walk up to you. The nervousness growing in his chest made him angry, this has never happened with a girl. There’s no fucking way that he actually liked you, you were a lowlife slacker with no initiative.

Yet, you were a slacker with a class rank of 6.

“ Ah, fuck it. “ Billy grumbled lowly, his stomach doing a backflip with every step he took towards you. Billy never took the time to examine all your features in class, he was too busy constantly rolling his eyes at your teasing. You were laughing A warmth nipped at the back of Billy’s neck, you caught his eye from across the way and waved happily with a gorgeous smile of your face.

“ Hey King, what’re you doing so far away from your pack of wolves? “ You articulated, your eyes wandered to the rest of his group. They were watching Billy’s every move with intent, probably wonddering if he was asking you out. Your attention shifted back to Billy, his hand was rubbing the back of his neck while his boot tried to grind its way into the white tile below.

“ I can’t believe I’m asking you this but will you please study with me? I’ll take you out or some frilly shit like that. “ Billy sighed, his heart drowned out the surrounding noise like a loud drum beating in his ears. The fear of you literally being able to see his heart bouncing around in his ribcage only accelerated his heartrate. “ Please, I’m desperate, Y/N. “

It almost amused you to see how jittery Billy was to leave, is that sadistic? You hoped not. He was growing more and more uncomfortable with every second Billy stood in front of you and your friends. All eyes were either on you or on Billy, lungs were waiting in bated breath for your response.

“ I’d thought you’d never ask. Where do you want me to meet you? “ You commented smugly, your eyes playfully slitting at Billy.

“ Whatever. Just meet me at my car. “ Billy huffed out, sweet relief flooding his mind and body as he sauntered off. Your eyes trailed down his back and stopped at his ass that was practically sculpted by the Greek Gods. He ran a through his hair in sheer stress before being hounded with questions by his friends. Your friends squealed in delight, immediately asking for your intentions with him.

“ A bitch just might make a move. “

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“ Okay, Y/N, I think it’s time you tell me your stupid secret or else I’ll make you regret it. “ Billy spoke his empty threat with that signature smirk on his face. You sipped on your chocolate milkshake with a grin, Billy’s homework in your free hand.

“ Oo, I’m so scared, Billy! “ You exhorted, setting down the glass and sarcastically waving your hand in the air. Your brain soaked up his math work, a lot of it was wrong. No wonder he was doing so badly in Mr. Michael’s class. “ If you really want to know so badly, go get me a menu. “

“ Why? I already bought you lunch. “ Billy questioned dubiously, his eyebrows raising in confusion. You shifted your attention from the paper to Billy. God, he’s so fucking cute, why can’t he stop that?

“ Just do it, okay? I swear there’s a method to my madness. “ You digressed, your hand waving to shoo Billy away. He let out a loud groan before forcing himself out of the booth and retrieving the 50’s themed menu. Billy handed you the menu and plopped down on the bench seat, his suspiciouns were growing periodically. Just what were you doing?

“ Okay, I’m done looking at it! “ You chimed happily as you shut the menu within seconds after reading it over. You slid it in front of Billy, your eyes glued to his. “ Ask me what’s on the menu and you shall receive, Billy. “

“ I just got it like thirty seconds ago, Y/N. Don’t tell me you memorized all of it? That’s humanly impossible. “ He observed your confident body language, you knew all twenty items on that menu. Billy could see it by the shining twinkle in your E/C eyes. “ What’s number 16? “

“ Number 16 is the Hop-A-Long Burger. It’s topped with barbeque sauce, onion rings, and cheddar cheese. It also costs 50 cents. “ You declared, a cheesy smile grew on your face. This was only the start. Billy’s eyes turned to slits, how was that fucking possible? “ Give me a more difficult one. I want a challenge. “

“ What were the answers on the math test we had two weeks ago? “ Billy quiered interested, a triumphant smile curling on his features. How about that for a challenge?

“ A, B, D, B, C, A, A, D, B, C, Need I go on? “ You listed off ancouple of the answers when you could’ve named all of them off but you didn’t want to show off more than you already were. Billy looked as if he was blown away, his mouth hung slightly agape. He had never met someone with such an expansive mind. “ I have a photographic memory, Billy. I can remember everything I see like how handsome your smile is and that you’re left-handed. There’s a freckle on your ring finger too. “

“ That’s creepy how you know that but that’s weirdly tubular. I dig it. “ Billy admitted, a content smirk on his face. No wonder you were so smart yet so lazy, you didn’t have to put in any effort at all. He could finally die in peace and it took half a year! You’re so stubborn! “ Let’s do this again. I’ll take you somewhere nicer next time. “

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not-poignant · 6 years

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Can I ask about your method of deciding your Spotify playlists for stories? Where do you look for songs? How do you decide which you want? How do you decide the order, esp for stories that have long arcs that you have yet to write? If a song has perfect lyrics, but the wrong mood, or vice-versa, would you still use it? What if a song perfectly fits a character, but you personally don't like to listen to it? Are the songs more for you as you write? (Sorry for so many questions!)

You don’t need to apologise for a lot of questions, anon! Anything that sort of enables me to ramble hugely is never a bad thing, heh. :D

Can I ask about your method of deciding your Spotify playlists for stories? Where do you look for songs?

...On Spotify. I mean I have like about 300 playlists, about 3,000 local tracks not actually on Spotify, and I’ve listened to easily over (actually I’m gonna go check last.fm to make this legit hang on) - okay so over the years I’ve listened to 15,000~ unique songs over 255,000 times, from 3,200~ different artists. I am what you would call an avid music listener who deliberately seeks and explores for new music (when I’m in the mood.)

This is actually a huge part of my life with Glen, who was at university doing film and journalism (I was at university doing media studies and mass communication and scriptwriting, and film analysis fell into that) and that was how we met. So like fifteen years later, and we have consumed an unbelievable amount of music both together and apart. Like, way back in the day, 15 years ago, I had to make sure my computer had a CD burner so I could make mix-tapes for the both of us like all the time (and he did the same), and they were constantly changing.

Generally speaking, before Spotify, I used to look for music via the ‘similar to’ section on Allmusic, and sometimes Pitchfork recommendations. These days Spotify does a lot of that which makes it super helpful (along with the Discovery weekly list and the Release Radar). I don’t look on places like Youtube. I also do a lot of ‘who is the lead singer of this band’ and finding them in Wikipedia, and then listening to their other projects. Or ‘who is the guitarist they sound talented’ and finding their other projects.

How do you decide which you want?

The most important thing actually is I need to be able to write while listening to it (which answers the last question), which means a lot of the harder shit I listen to (dubstep, clubstep, some of the indie rock, rock and emo) can’t actually go on story playlists. So even if I find great songs for characters, that doesn’t always mean I can set words to them. For example Gulvi’s playlist I think suits her as a character, but I can’t write while listening to it. So I’ll often listen to some of that before writing her, and then switch into a quieter playlist.

I mean I don’t make the playlists for others. It’s nice that other people can enjoy them but for the longest time they were all set on private until I realised people wanted to see/listen to them. I make them to help my ability to write, they’re not...intended to be shared in the same way that fanfiction or fiction is? Like they are shared, but if people don’t see the character in the playlist, that doesn’t bother me and I’d never change it, because it’s about how I feel/see that character and how I’ll write them or interact with them based on the music I’m listening to.

How do you decide the order, esp for stories that have long arcs that you have yet to write?

Usually by evolution/feel of what I’m aiming for, to a point. The playlists generally always end with the happier songs (unless I’ve added a bunch of new songs and haven’t set them in order yet, lmao), or songs indicating that love is being more freely expressed. Though that’s not universal. Sometimes the order of songs is even mildly spoilery, if a playlist - like Mikkel’s - is ending with songs about ‘he was a good man but now he’s gone’ - chances are high someone’s gonna die. Like the last song on Mikkel’s playlist is literally a song about how we all die in the end. It was a glaring spoiler for those who were looking for it. There are playlists like that for The Ice Plague too, which I’m like ‘haha, *laughs nervously* I’m sure glad no one has commented on these particular songs yet, they probably think they apply to like, past loss or something even though they’re at the end of the playlist...’

Like weirdly, depending on how you look at it, I’m probably boldest about story spoilers in my playlists. Because the songs are often arranged by story chronology or character growth chronology (which is convenient for me, I can listen to the beginning songs in the beginning, the end songs at the end).

In stories I haven’t written yet, it’s more aspirational, like ‘I think I’m headed in this direction.’ It’s actually an important part of playlist building, is finding songs that inspire growth or plot, and then locking those in to remember how I want the story to feel.

You can normally tell I’m feeling pretty serious about wanting to write a story if it has a playlist though. It’s not guaranteed that I’ll write it, but it bumps up the likelihood to like 90%.

If a song has perfect lyrics, but the wrong mood, or vice-versa, would you still use it?

No, because music is just as important as lyrics, and if it’s not right, it’ll jar me out of my writing zone. (Lyrics can make me like a song more, but not always). Likewise, sometimes songs that feel right but don’t have the right lyrics will make it onto the playlist. Though not always. Downtown by Majical Cloudz is a song that actually makes me think of a lot of my stories, but the lyrics are so obviously contemporary, that I’ve only put it on the new Detroit Become Human fic I’m going to write. I just sometimes sneak out of a character playlist and listen to it while writing, lmao.

Thankfully I literally have thousands of songs to choose from, so some songs not fitting isn’t a problem for me. In fact my biggest issue is normally ‘all ten of these songs suit, but I’m not going to use all ten right now.’

With the latest Detroit Become Human playlist, I wanted a certain kind of bluesy rock for some of Hank’s songs. And I have very strong ‘this song belongs to this character’ ‘this song belongs to this character’ feels (sometimes they belong to both characters, in which case you’ll find the same song on both playlists.)

What if a song perfectly fits a character, but you personally don't like to listen to it?

Then it won’t go on the playlist, with some exceptions - again, Gulvi’s features a lot of music I don’t normally listen to.

But yeah like...music and listening to music is a huge part of my life. This week alone I’ve listened to 161 songs, which actually isn��t a huge music week for me (a sign that I’ve been out of the house a lot lol with appts etc.) Though I did listen to Downtown 66 times in order to help me write the last chapter of The Ice Plague: Book One. (I’m not finished yet, but I’m much closer).

#asks and answers #fae tales music #fae tales playlists #fae tales verse #fae tales #and i usually keep tinkering and tweaking playlists #for years #until a story is *finished* and then i'll retire the playlist #but like #i'm still adding and deleting songs #from mosk and eran's playlists #and i'll keep doing that until i'm no longer writing them #as i get a better idea of the 'feel' of them #administrator Gwyn wants this in the queue #Anonymous

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A Bonding Chat (Part 2)

There still was no answer when ka-yu finally got home in the evening. He wondered if maybe he had made a mistake.

Did I say something wrong?, he asked. I’m sorry.

Still, he didn’t get a reply. He didn’t want to look like a creep who kept sending desperate messages, so he just left it at that. It was bothering him, though.

He liked this guy and he felt sorry for maybe having fucked it up. He didn’t know what was up with him when he was online anyway. Ka-yu didn’t think of himself as a very sexual person. He wasn’t like yasu. But he had surprised himself those last days.

The best thing would be to just go to sleep early. If he stayed up, it only left him more time for worrying.

So, he got ready for sleep, already climbing into bed as his mobile finally buzzed.

No, it wasn’t about you. Work just went crazy this afternoon. I only came home an hour ago and still needed to eat first and stuff. I’m sorry to have you worried. In fact, I really enjoyed talking to you today…

Ka-yu stared at the … It seemed to hold a lot of meaning. He wasn’t sure if it was okay to dig into it, though.

So, you did what I told you?, he asked anyway.

Yes. I locked myself in a cabin in the men’s room and touched myself while thinking of you.

Great. Ka-yu was growing hard again. Was it always like that when you first met someone?

How did it make you feel?

This time he had to wait for the answer a little while.

I felt embarrassed by it, a little ashamed even to be so under your control. But it also turned me on that you were the only one knowing what a lewd slut I am. I got really excited obeying to you. Are you pleased with me?

Yes, ka-yu typed. You did really good today. What else turns you on? Tell me something you fantasize about that is so kinky you feel embarrassed by it.

Once more, he had to wait for a bit. Probably the other one had to think about his answer first. Ka-yu’s heart fluttered when the reply finally came. He was curious and also weirdly excited by making him tell a secret. It seemed to grant him power, made him feel strong and in control.

I want you to put me on the leash like a dog.

Ka-yu blinked in surprise. He hadn’t expected that, but he had to admit that there was something about the idea, though.

So, you enjoy being down on all fours? Taking my orders?

Yes.

It was only one word, but it made ka-yu have a lot of feelings. None of them were pure.

I’m gonna have you down on the floor, he wrote. And I’m gonna take you right there, like the little whore you are.

He wondered if he sounded too insulting, but once again he got carried away by the mood.

Make me your whore then. I want to be yours.

Ka-yu groaned. His dick was throbbing already. The last bit of restraint seemed to shatter and he decided not to hold back any longer. Finally, he could write down all the things he had never dared to say upfront to anybody. It did not matter, because they did not have to look each other in the eyes and they both wanted the same. In this chat he did not have to be afraid of being judged.

I want to cum in your face. I want to make you beg for it on your knees. I want to stretch you out so much, you can still feel how I fucked you for days.

Please, give it to me. That’s exactly how I need it.

Ka-yu gave in to his body and started touching himself under the blankets.

The thought that there was someone out there who was okay with all those things, who wanted just the same as ka-yu, was almost too good to be true.

He closed his eyes and allowed himself to get carried away by the feeling. There was a chance all of his dirty fantasies might come true soon. He was a very lucky guy.

Only after the last waves of a small orgasm had faded, did he take up his mobile again.

You are a devil, he wrote. If it goes on like that you’re gonna cause me a tendinitis.

I really wish I was there to help you out with that :( But I think I’ll go to sleep now instead, sorry.

The apology made ka-yu feel a little weird. Somehow, it felt sad although he couldn’t quite name why. It seemed a little too eager to please, a little too afraid to do something wrong.

Would you like to go on a date on Saturday?

He had written the words at the spur of the moment but realized immediately that they might have sounded wrong. They were meant to be nice.

I mean, an online date. Don’t worry, we’ll stay anonymous for a bit longer, he added.

I don’t really understand how that is supposed to work.

Nervously, ka-yu licked his lips. The idea had been spontaneous, and it was probably very stupid.

I thought we could just get some tasty food, dress up nicely and maybe light a candle next to the computer screen. I’ll meet you online at eight? We could just eat and chat. Pretty much like a real date, but with texting.

Without meaning to he held his breath. Hopefully, he hadn’t made a fool of himself.

That sounds stupid and ridiculous … And you better put on a suit for our first date!

Ka-yu laughed as he read the message.

I’m a gentleman after all!

A gentleman who wants to fuck me on the floor and calls me a whore?

The message did not sound reproachful, but rather teasing. He was still grinning.

Yes. I’m a gentleman because I treat you to dinner first before doing those things.

Okay, I’m looking forward to both then. (PS: I’m flexible about the order, though …)

Ka-yu chuckled and felt weirdly giddy all of a sudden. The last date he had been serious about had been ages ago and now he felt almost nervous, although they wouldn’t even meet in person. Obviously, his crush was only getting worse.

***

Ka-yu was home from the studio early today, but although he had sent a friendly Hey, how was your day? His mobile stayed silent.

So, he did a bit of cleaning and grocery shopping, getting everything ready for the perfect date at his place tomorrow. He knew it was ridiculous, because his partner would never even see his apartment, but he wanted it to be nice anyway. His plan depended all on creating the right atmosphere and he would do his part at least.

The last time he had done something really romantic had been years ago and he was so excited, he had almost told yasu. But then he had realized his best friend would probably just laugh at him. Yasu wasn’t the type for sentimental gestures, especially if they were stupid and pointless and would not result in real life sex. Yasu would never have agreed to something like an online date.

Ka-yu started to wonder why he kept comparing everyone he met to yasu all the time, as his mobile buzzed. Hastily he grabbed it to look at the screen. He smiled at the message and went to switch on the computer as it was more convenient for typing. He was a little too eager, he admitted, but he had waited all afternoon.

Work was okay. I went shopping afterwards to prepare for our date tomorrow ;D

Great, ka-yu wrote. I also got groceries for cooking already.

I didn’t do that yet.

Ka-yu furrowed his brow.

What else was there to prepare for?

The next message told him and it caused his breath to catch.

I went to buy new underwear.

Oh, ka-yu replied.

He didn’t know what else to say. His whole mind was a giant Oh! And suddenly he also wondered why the date had to be online.

Want to see?

Ka-yu wanted nothing more than that.

Of course!

The file arrived almost immediately, so the picture had probably been taken beforehand already.

Ka-yu licked his lips, before opening it. It was most likely just underwear, he told himself. He had seen underwear before. No reason to get excited.

Well, it wasn’t just underwear, although underwear was definitely involved. In fact, the picture showed a pair of shorts with the cheapest leopard print he had ever seen. The fabric was clinging tightly to the full curve of a perfect butt.

Ka-yu swore. Loudly.

He had been a little worried that his chat partner would not be as attractive as he imagined him to be. But that butt was nothing but fine.

Wow, looks so sexy, he stated honestly.

So, you like the pants?

Your butt looks great in those. Fuck, the things I would do to you if I was there now …

Like what?

Like spanking your sexy butt until the cheeks turn all red. Or bury my face in it, pull down those pants and eat your ass.

It felt weird to say those things so directly, but it was exactly how that picture made ka-yu feel.

Sounds like it was a good investment either way ;D

Ka-yu smirked at the message, knowing full well that he would masturbate over this picture tonight. Usually, he would have felt guilty about that, but in this specific case he was quite sure that this had been exactly the intention.

Will you wear them for our date tomorrow then?, he asked.

I will since they seem to get you so excited.

Now, I’m looking forward to it even more.

He wasn’t lying.

I didn’t want to feel sexy for someone in a while. Thank you for that.

Ka-yu thought about the message. There seemed to be an implication he didn’t quite understand.

Heart-broken?, he guessed.

Sort of. Feeling unwanted, because the right person didn’t notice.

They must be an idiot then.

He couldn’t believe anyone would be able to not notice that butt.

They are. But I’m getting over it. It feels safe to be myself with you.

Please, be yourself. I want to know everything about that person, ka-yu wrote.

It made him sad and angry that there might be people out there who made other people feel like they couldn’t be themselves. He would never give that feeling to anyone close to him, he was absolute sure about that.

***

Good evening, I hope you like our table.

Ka-yu had sat down in front of the computer, candles and plates set up around himself. He had put in a serious effort and hoped that the other one had done the same.

Yes, it’s a very nice place you picked, the other one agreed.

They had chatted during the day already, so it felt a bit weird now to just switch, but it seemed to go off well.

And they are very fast with cooking. My dinner is already there.

Mine, too. By the way, that is a very nice tie you are wearing there.

Ka-yu looked down on himself. He had dressed up and was wearing a button-down shirt indeed, but no tie. He decided to play along anyway.

Glad you like it. I’m planning to use it to tie your wrists to the bed later on.

Such sweet promises so early at the evening? ;D

Ka-yu smirked.

Just because you are looking so handsome yourself in that outfit.

Thanks. I bought this suit for a friend’s wedding.

Ka-yu had picked up his chopsticks by now to start eating. Their replies were coming slow therefore, but it was a nice atmosphere. He liked eating in company and this was close enough already. The flames of the candles were flickering lightly and if he concentrated he could almost imagine a good-looking guy in a suit just doing the same.

Getting closer to 30 means everyone is starting to get married, right?

Yeah. I’m happy for them, but it also makes me feel like a failure. Still single, always busy. Maybe I’ll never manage to lead a stable relationship.

You are still young, ka-yu typed between two bites.

He knew this feeling all too well himself, though. The person he was spending most of his time with was his best friend he knew since childhood. It didn’t sound like much of an achievement, or even personal growth.

I guess, I’m just lonely sometimes. I spend most of my time with my best friend, but I can’t expect him to be there all the time. He has a life on his own.

Is he the one …?

A tight knot was forming in ka-yu’s stomach. It sounded somehow familiar and at the same time he felt jealous over a guy he had never met. It was a surprising feeling.

Yes, but it was entirely one-sided. I’m done wasting my time. I want someone who returns my feelings.

So, I don’t need to feel jealous?

No, I’m here on a date with you after all and no one else.

Ka-yu smiled, because the other one had actually called it a date.

I’m relieved. I saw your butt and I don’t want to share it.

He received a smiley that seemed to indicate the other one was laughing at him.

Is there someone in your life I need to be worried about?

This time, ka-yu hesitated. The plate in front of him was empty by now, but he still paused a moment before replying. Yasu’s face flashed up behind his eyes, the way he looked when he laughed, all wrinkles and teeth.

No one, he wrote.

Good. Are we ordering dessert?

If this is supposed to work out between us, there is one thing you need to know about me: When I go out to a nice restaurant I will always – always – order dessert.

Again, the laughing smiley popped up in the chat.

You like sweets then?

I live for sweets, ka-yu explained seriously.

To him, sweets were a very serious matter.

He got up to put the dirty dishes in the kitchen and get the chocolates he had put in the fridge earlier. Ka-yu was a slut for those.

Will you have more shootings this week?, ka-yu wanted to know when he came back.

No, I actually have the week off, more or less.

For ka-yu it was the same. The studio wasn’t booked for another week, so they would have to work at home a bit, thinking about how songs could be improved or changed in the meantime.

Me too, more or less, he joked.

Any plans?

Ka-yu thought about the plans he had made. They weren’t really anything special. Working on some songs, taking the opportunity to do some of the stuff alone that yasu would never join him on.

Well, there is this exhibition at Tokyo Gallery, he admitted. It only runs for two more weeks. It’s about modern art and I’d like to see it, so I’m probably going to do that.

Really? That sounds very interesting! I love going to museums, although I don’t look like the type xD

A sudden rush of joy went through ka-yu. A kinky guy, who liked to visit museums. What was there more to ask for?

We could go together, he suggested. It could be our second date.

Another date idea as great as this one?

There was a slight irony behind the words, but ka-yu chose to ignore it.

I know you don’t want to meet yet. We could agree on a day for each of us to visit, so we don’t run into each other by accident. I promise, I won’t show up to stalk you or something. And even if you are scared of that, it’s a public space so I might not even recognize you. Afterwards we could talk about the exhibition and it will feel as if we went together.

… You are either hopelessly romantic or really stupid xD Which day did you want to go?

I planned to go on Monday, ka-yu wrote.

Great, I’m free on Tuesday. I always wanted to have a date at the museum.

Ka-yu was grinning like an idiot again. He probably was stupid, and also a little romantic. He was glad to have found someone who didn’t laugh at him but agreed to his spontaneous ideas instead.

I’m already looking forward to seeing you again.

Why in such a hurry? Our first date isn’t even over yet. Why don’t you take me home now?

Should I call a cab?

No, it’s not far, we can walk.

Again, ka-yu’s grin felt slightly stupid on his face. He enjoyed this game. He enjoyed to be silly with someone.

Here, let me help you into the jacket.

Thanks, you are indeed a gentleman xD

So, you live in this area of Tokyo? Do you like the neighbourhood?, ka-yu asked.

It’s pretty alright, for Tokyo. I sometimes miss home, though.

You are not from here?

No. Hardly anyone in the entertainment business is, right? Everyone moves here.

Yes, I came here, too.

And do you like it?

Ka-yu bit his lower lip. It was a difficult question.

I do, but I still miss home as well. Several friends of mine have moved here, too, though. Being around them feels like home.

Again, he thought of yasu without meaning to.

It’s the same for me. It’s good to be around people who remind you where you came from. It can be difficult to show them you’ve changed, though. Matured, I mean.

Ka-yu wasn’t sure if he agreed, but then the other one probably had a point. With yasu he could never discuss books or go to a museum. It was frustrating sometimes that he would just make fun of him. He never seemed to view ka-yu as an adult but only as the kid he used to be. He always acted as if ka-yu was a child playing grown-up.

I guess you are right, he finally agreed.

Oh, and this is my apartment, we’re already here.

That’s a nice building, ka-yu stated.

I just have to look for my keys, wait.

Ka-yu waited, but the chat stayed silent.

He tried to imagine the situation; standing outside someone’s front door, waiting for them to vanish inside.

May I kiss you?, he wrote.

Idiot, I’ve been waiting for it the whole time.

Suddenly feeling shy, ka-yu smiled to himself. He wasn’t really kissing him of course, but he still felt scared to do something wrong.

That was really nice, he typed.

Do you want to come in for a moment?

And again, he felt excited although he wasn’t physically in the situation. He could imagine it as long as both of them pretended it was real, and that was enough to make his stomach flutter anxiously.

Is that alright? I already kissed you good night after all …

Then come here and do it again.

Ka-yu inhaled deeply.

I would like to do that.

Please, I’m a little slow sometimes. Tell me, what you are doing.

Ka-yu swallowed hard.

I’m walking towards you until I’m standing very close. I raise my hand and run it through your hair, cupping the back of your head as I lean in to kiss you again. I part my lips against yours, so I can taste you.

Anxiously, he waited for the reply.

He had never led a conversation like this and he was afraid of doing something wrong. Was he being too tender, taking it too slow? More description? Less description?

I’m returning your kiss, leaning into you. My hand is on your hip, the other one taking hold of your tie to pull you down a little closer.

Ka-yu wished he had actually put on a tie, but he assumed it didn’t matter much.

I’m pushing the jacket over your shoulders, so it falls to the floor. I stop kissing you to start unbuttoning your shirt slowly, while I make eye-contact.

Ka-yu’s heartbeat was picking up pace now, as he waited for the reply.

I reach up to stop your hands undressing me. I take hold of your wrist gently and pull you after me into the bedroom. I start kissing you again and tear at the buttons of your shirt impatiently.

With his fingers he drummed a quick rhythm on the keyboard before writing back. He tried to imagine what he would do next, tried to figure out the current mood between them.

I help you take off my shirt completely. Then I undo the last buttons of yours and strip it off as well. I push you onto the bed and get on top of you.

I’m pulling down your neck to kiss you again, the reply said. I’m caressing your chest, running my hand down your body until I reach the waistband of your pants.

I’m placing kisses on your neck now, ka-yu wrote. Going down your chest. I use both hands to unbutton your pants and pull them down; my mouth is still on your body.

I run my hands over your back, my fingers are digging into your spine. I push my hips up against you. I’m already hard and need you to hurry.

Ka-yu took in several deep breaths before replying once again.

I pull down your pants completely now, so you are naked in front of me. I take up one of the pillows to push it under your butt. Then I spread your legs, grabbing the back of your knee to force up one of them. I lower my head, licking over the inside of your thigh and up to your butt. I circle your hole with my tongue, pushing forward teasingly.

My hands are buried in your hair, holding on to you while I moan loudly under your lips. My body is trembling and I’m begging you to fuck me already.

Ka-yu gave a quiet moan himself while reading. How he wished to really be in this situation right now.

I’m getting up to take off my pants as well. I’m so hard by now, I can wait no longer. I slip in between your legs again, my dick pushing up against your butt.

I wrap my legs around you to pull you closer. I need you inside already.

I start thrusting into you, gasping for air because you make me feel so good and looking right at your face.

I return your gaze, my moans turning louder. I’m holding on to you, clenching your dick tightly with my body.

I go on fucking you, ka-yu wrote. My thrusts are coming hard and fast, but I make sure you’re alright with it.

Fuck, I’m coming.

I’ll cum inside of you, ka-yu typed.

Only then did he allow himself to unbuckle his pants and take hold of his hard dick. He started to stroke himself firmly and his excitement was so big already that it didn’t take long, before the orgasm finally hit him.

Ka-yu sighed with relieve, closing his eyes for a brief minute.

Are we cuddling now?, the last message on the screen asked.

Yes, ka-yu wrote. I’m holding you in my arms closely until you fall asleep.

That feels nice.

Ka-yu thought that, indeed, it did.

***

He had slept in late, but now ka-yu was bored. His internet connection was extraordinary slow today and he was already fed up with his own company.

By now, he regretted declining yasu’s offer to go out. He had seemed a little offended and he wondered if it was too late to change his mind.

Since he couldn’t think of anything better to do, he decided to give it a try anyway. Ka-yu picked up his phone and dialled yasu’s number.

It didn’t take long for him to pick up.

“Hey, ka-yu, what’s up?”

Without meaning to ka-yu started smiling. It was good to hear yasu’s voice. He sounded cheerful.

“Just wondering about your plans for the evening.”

Through the speaker he could hear a long yawn.

“No one wants to hang out, so I thought I’d stay at home lazily and maybe send people pictures of my dick or something.”

Ka-yu rolled his eyes, although he knew that yasu was joking. At least, he hoped he was.

“If you still want to see those newcomers, I’d be up for it”, he said.

For a moment yasu stayed silent as if he had to consider it first. Ka-yu imagined him with ponytail and loose clothes, ready to stay at home. He stopped imagining it when he noticed it was slightly turning him on.

“Yeah, alright”, he agreed. “I’ll send you the address of the club and we’ll meet there, okay?”

***

Yasu had dressed up. If you considered really, really tight leather pants as dressing up. Ka-yu surely did.

He watched his friend jumping up and down, blonde hair flying all around him.

They were standing at the very back, far off from the stage and the crazy fans shouting in front of it. It did not stop yasu from headbanging, though. It did not stop him at all.

“They are awful!”, ka-yu shouted at him.

The bands were all young and – indeed – all awful.

“They are not so bad!”, yasu shouted back and grabbed his arm, pulling him over to the counter of the bar.

He looked sweaty and out of breath from dancing. The wet sheen on his dark eyes told ka-yu it was the beer that made him dance; not the music.

Yasu leaned over the counter, waving the bartender over.

“Two vodkas!”, he shouted and held up two fingers.

Ka-yu tried to pull down his hand again to stop him from making reckless orders. Behind him the vocalist missed a note by several octaves it seemed. Ka-yu winced.

“They are awful!”, he repeated.

This time yasu nodded.

“Yes, they are”, he agreed and turned back to the bartender. “Better make it four then!”

Ka-yu groaned as the bartender filled four glasses with the clear liquid. It would taste disgusting and get them drunk fast. He really wasn’t up for it.

“I’m not gonna drink this”, he told yasu.

“Yes, you will”, yasu said.

The vocalist behind them started growling.

Ka-yu took up the first glass.

“Wait”, yasu interrupted him and extended his hand. “Give me your mobile first.”

Annoyed ka-yu rolled his eyes.

“That’s not necessary, yasu”, he pointed out.

Yasu did not move.

“You know the rules. You don’t let a drunk friend use their mobile.”

Ka-yu sighed again and handed his mobile over to yasu. He grinned as he changed ka-yu’s pin and handed it back.

“I’ll tell you the combination tomorrow”, he said and lifted the first glass to empty it in one gulp.

Ka-yu followed his example, a hot burn in his throat telling him that he would be able to feel the liquor soon.

“If you forget it, I’ll kill you”, he said as they both lifted their second glass.

Yasu was already tipsy from the beer and ka-yu knew that it would take only minutes for the world around them to start spinning.

“What about you? Shouldn’t I change your pin as well, to keep you from doing something stupid?”

Yasu laughed out loud, his teeth showing with amusement, the hair falling into his face.

“I never do stupid things when I’m drunk”, he said.

Then he grabbed ka-yu’s collar, pulled him down and kissed him on the lips. The touch lingered a little too long, ka-yu thought. He could feel the warmth and softness of yasu’s lips clearly, could almost taste the alcohol in his breath. He was just about to open his mouth against him as yasu pulled back.

“Well, hardly ever”, he corrected himself.

Both of them giggled.

And then the world did start to spin.

***

Ka-yu woke dizzy and without orientation. He was glad to find himself in his own bedroom, but less glad about the giant headache pounding behind his forehead.

He remembered jumping to bad music and how nice yasu’s butt had looked in those leather pants. Everything else was more or less gone.

After some fumbling he found his mobile underneath his pillow. He also needed a painkiller very urgently, but his phone was more important right now.

With a slow blink he stared at the screen. The mobile was still locked. At least that meant he hadn’t made any embarrassing calls. It also meant he didn’t know his current pin code. Yasu had changed it last night and not told him since.

“6969”, he typed as a wild guess.

The mobile unlocked immediately.

Ka-yu rolled his eyes.

His messenger told him that he had one message waiting for him.

He ignored it and called yasu.

Today, he had to wait for a long time, but he stayed on the line patiently. Each signal made his head buzz. He gritted his teeth.

“Morning”, yasu’s voice finally groaned into the speaker.

“Are you alive?”, ka-yu asked.

“Honestly, I have no idea.”

Ka-yu nearly laughed but stopped himself in time. Just grinning seemed to hurt.

“I just woke up and my head feels awful.”

“Mine, too”, ka-yu agreed.

“Are you home?”

Ka-yu checked the room. This was definitely his apartment.

“Yes. Where are you?”

Another long groan from the phone.

“I think I had sex with someone last night. I’m at a hotel room and I think I’m … oh, yes, I’m definitely naked.”

Ka-yu made a face.

He tried not to bother, but the thought that yasu had had sex with someone else last night did bother him.

“Is someone there?”

“No, I’m all alone. I have no memory about it whatsoever.”

Yasu added a little laugh, but it sounded forced.

“Are you okay?”, ka-yu wanted to know.

“No, idiot. I told you my head is killing me.”

Ka-yu hesitated.

“I don’t mean that. It’s scary to wake up like that when you don’t know what happened.”

Yasu laughed again.

“Why would it be? I probably had sex. That’s good. Sex is good, I like it. I’m glad.”

Ka-yu exhaled gravely.

That was exactly the reason why sometimes it seemed impossible to talk to yasu. Whenever he wanted an honest answer – whenever there was the chance he might seem vulnerable – yasu shut down and started joking. He wondered why that was. They were best friends after all.

“Yasu”, he said softly. “How are you?”

He could hear yasu inhale shakily.

“I’m freaking out a bit”, he admitted.

“Want me to come and get you? Tell me where you are and I’ll be there as soon as possible.”

For a while, yasu just stayed silent.

“No”, he said in the end. “I will be alright. I will get home on my own. If you feel like I do, you should take a couple of painkillers and go back to sleep. But thank you.”

Once again, ka-yu hesitated.

“Okay”, he sighed. “But message me when you get home. I want to know you got there safely.”

“I will”, yasu promised before hanging up on him.

Only then did ka-yu get up to get some painkillers from the bathroom. He swallowed two at once and went back to bed.

Before closing his eyes again, he checked the message that waited on his phone. It wasn’t a really long one.

His first thought was to curse yasu. If he hadn’t handed over his phone to him, if he hadn’t gone out with him in the first place, he would have read that message yesterday. The whole evening would have turned out differently. Thanks to him he had missed the opportunity to meet with this gorgeous guy he had been texting with.

His second thought was worse, and he brushed it aside fast.

Come here and fuck me, was all the message said. And underneath an address and the room number of a hotel.

***

It was already late afternoon when ka-yu woke again.

His head was better, but he felt dehydrated and he had a weird taste on his tongue.

He got himself a huge bottle of water from the kitchen and also a sandwich, although he wasn’t hungry at all.

Then he checked his mobile.

Yasu had sent him a text that he had made it home without problems and that he had talked to the staff at the hotel. Obviously, he had spent the night alone, so now he could sleep peacefully.

Ka-yu smiled.

It sounded as if yasu had went straight back to bed as well. It had been a tough night.

He hadn’t replied to the ominous message with the hotel address yet, but he had received a new one anyway.

Hey, I’m really sorry. No idea what has gotten into me. I hope you don’t think badly of me now? It was a mistake, please, let’s just forget about it. Did you go to the museum today anyway?

Loudly, ka-yu swore. It made his headache come back on.

The exhibition. He had completely forgotten about it. After last night all he had wanted to do was sleep. But if he told the other one that it might seem like he had cancelled their “date” because of what he had written that night.

Ka-yu didn’t want him to think he was judging him. If he had read it, he would have been there for sure. If he had had his phone, he might have done the same, actually.

Please, don’t worry about it. I just didn’t read your message yesterday, I wasn’t ignoring you on purpose. In fact, I would have loved to be there. But if you think it was a mistake, let’s not mention it until the timing is right to meet properly. And yes, I did go to the museum. But I don’t want to spoil you. Let’s talk about the exhibition after you saw for yourself :)

He hoped that he wouldn’t regret that lie, but it still seemed better than admitting the truth.

Thank you, he got as a reply. I’m already looking forward to tomorrow then.

Ka-yu wanted to curse himself.

Tomorrow, right. The other one would go to the exhibition tomorrow, so ka-yu wasn’t allowed to go. If they recognized each other by chance it would mean he had broken the rules. But at the same time, he had no idea how he was supposed to talk about an exhibition he hadn’t seen.

He would have to figure out something by tomorrow evening.

***

Tuesday had been reserved for getting some work done. But ka-yu was having trouble being productive.

His thoughts were still circling around the message he had received Sunday night. They also circled around yasu waking up in a hotel room.

Currently, he was sitting over a song. Something about the bass lines he was supposed to play felt weird there, but he couldn’t quite name why. He could need help with it; a second opinion.

It was yasu who had written the song and talking it through with him would have been reasonable.

He wasn’t sure if he wanted to see him, though. He wasn’t sure if yasu would be busy today. It was their week off and he shouldn’t bother him.

Before the doubts started to get overwhelming, he picked up his phone and called his best friend.

“Hey, yasu. Are you free today by any chance?”, he asked.

“Hi, ka-yu.”

After the greeting yasu stayed silent for a moment.

“Actually, I do have plans for today. What is it?”

Ka-yu bit his lip.

Yasu had plans. He could work on the song alone. He could meet with him another time.

“It’s not important. I could need your help with a song, but it does not have to be today.”

There was another short pause.

“I’ll be over in twenty minutes”, yasu said.

Ka-yu’s heart skipped a beat without reason. Was he glad yasu came over? Frightened? Or just confused?

“Okay, twenty minutes”, he repeated.

It took yasu thirty minutes, but with the traffic it wasn’t really a surprise.

His blonde hair was tied up in a ponytail and ka-yu thought he still looked a little sleepy.

He gave ka-yu a small smile.

“How are you feeling?”, ka-yu asked.

Yasu shrugged as he went straight to ka-yu’s working place.

“Okay, I guess. Yesterday was hell, though.”

“I’m sorry you had to cancel your plans today.”

Yasu made a small noise that could have meant anything.

“It’s not important”, he waved it off. “So, which song is troubling you?”

Ka-yu sat down next to him and watched yasu closely.

He was still smiling, but it wasn’t his usual goofy smile. He was in working mood.

“Well, here. The bass line is off. I have some ideas how to improve it, but I need your opinion.”

He handed over the headphones, so yasu could listen to the recording. The vocalist placed them over his ears, his expression serious. A small line appeared at the root of his nose as he listened closely. He was not fooling around now, just listening very earnestly.

Ka-yu liked this version of yasu. He was a dork, but when it was about work he could switch off his inner goof completely. It was a mature yasu he was watching right now and he was always very impressed by it. This yasu was an adult, a real musician with talent and ambition. He wasn’t the boy that copied his homework from ka-yu last minute, because he had spent all night playing video games anymore.

“What?”, yasu chuckled as he caught him staring and pulled down the headphones again.

Ka-yu shook his head lightly.

“You’re sexy when you’re serious”, he admitted.

“Good luck that doesn’t happen too often, or you’d fall in love with me”, yasu joked, but turned serious again almost immediately. “And yes, I can hear what’s your problem with that. What do you suggest?”

He looked right at ka-yu in a way that made him feel very warm inside all of a sudden.

Yasu had cancelled his plans for him without a second thought. He was here today to help him. He was hard-working and for a change did sound like he had actually outgrown puberty.

Lately, ka-yu had thought a lot about what his online acquaintance had said about the difficulty of maturing around your childhood friends. He hadn’t really allowed yasu to mature, because he had always viewed him as a boy, but in the meantime, he had turned into a very attractive man nonetheless. Well, at least had turned very attractive.

“I thought we could change it like that …”

***

When yasu finally left, ka-yu was tired to his bones.

They had spent all afternoon working on the song and afterwards ordered some cheap take-out food. It felt a lot like music had felt to them in the beginning.

The difference of course was that they had actually been productive today.

Working with yasu was always great. Sometimes his pervy jokes made him forget how creative he indeed was and what an amazing sense for melodies he had.

What ka-yu really needed right now was a nap, but he decided against it and switched on his computer instead.

It was this weird feeling that had stayed with him ever since he had seen the address of that hotel on his mobile screen. He had to make sure. He had to proof himself wrong.

Hey there, he wrote. Have you been to the exhibition today?

Without meaning to he held his breath. He wasn’t sure what he wanted the answer to be.

Luckily, it came almost immediately.

Yes, I was! It was really great, thanks for suggesting it. My favourite painting was number 36. 11 and 24 were good as well, though.

Gravely, ka-yu exhaled.

Whatever his assumption had been, it was stupid. It was a coincidence yasu and that guy had spent one night at a hotel at the same time. Yasu had been with him for the entire day. That guy had been to the art museum. Yasu wasn’t the type to go to the museum at all. Surely, he wasn’t the type who had an opinion he was able to discuss afterwards, moreover.

Fact was, that ka-yu also didn’t have an opinion he was able to discuss, but he knew enough people who had never let that stop them. It was too late for admitting he hadn’t been to the exhibition at all.

I really liked 24, too! Great use of colour.

Yes, I agree. The colour scheme was really powerful. Personally, I like the minimalistic stuff, too. Most of the artists managed to capture a lot with very few expressions. I always liked that about modern art.

Ka-yu thought of yasu again. He had showed him a modern painting he liked once. Yasu hadn’t stopped laughing for the rest of the day.

Yes. I think 21 was no good, though. The artist totally overdid it.

He had picked the number randomly and hoped he wouldn’t go off too far.

I know! Hardly any feeling at all. How did you feel about the sculptures?

Ka-yu sighed. Of course, there had been sculptures. There were always sculptures. He couldn’t just name a number now, in case the other one remembered. It would be embarrassing if he picked that of a painting.

They were overall alright. But I usually prefer paintings.

Really? I liked the second one a lot. Sculptures always add another dimension to art and I love to see how they interact with the space around them.

Ka-yu had to admit that he was impressed. He had always longed for a person whom he could talk to about things like that. And who had their own opinion, too. This guy wasn’t just kinky, he was also smart and interesting. Now, he felt almost guilty for the way he had watched yasu today.

He was smart about music, but in the end, he couldn’t compete to someone who was truly sophisticated.

If there is an exhibition on sculptures around here someday, we should go then :), ka-yu offered.

Maybe, we can go together for real then…

Something inside his chest fluttered weirdly. The thought of going to a museum together in real life was pretty exciting to him already.

Also, he decided that he would definitely go see that exhibition tomorrow. He was curious about what the other one liked specifically. Maybe, he could still catch up on their date after all.

#acid black cherry #yasu #more yasu #also ka-yu #Janne Da Arc #fanfic #fanfiction

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frostbite883-archive · 6 years

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Well, either of your ideas that you had written was already written before (albeit differently) by someone else a while back basically (out of the fact that I made questions similar to the ones I gave you which resulted in tumblr bloggers giving me different answers to them).

gingerly-writing: to this ask I filled out for them. I’m pretty fucking pissed off, and I’ve had my fury checked out by uninvolved parties to make sure it was righteous. It’s righteous.

Me: Not entirely so.

gingerly-writing: First off, feel free not to send people rude-ass messages after they’ve put time and effort into coming up with a response to you?

Me: The top comment there (the “Well, either of your ideas” comment) wasn’t really the rude comment I typed out. The other one was (which I’m sorry for) which you didn’t copy paste in your third post so other bloggers can see it as that public evidence is vital for context.

gingerly-writing: Also, I thought you were going to use my idea and have me to thank you or something for it when I came up with something like my asks I gave you and something to the equivalent of your “heroes and villains school” stuff before I replied to your ask box sometime ago. Basically, wanting me to give you undeserved credit for my very own idea. I certainly didn’t know you were going to make comments like this either.

So, I actually have a hero and villain school in my own original superhero works, and I did come up with a solution to this one. If you’re writing your own original stuff, please change this up, but if you’re writing fic I don’t mind if you nick it wholesale (as long as you tag me in it! I’d love to read it).

Y’know, for me, this was just background information, but now I kind of want to write a whole book focusing on it.

gingerly-writing: It took me a good 45 minutes to get tumblr to accept my answer to your damn ask, so you’ve just made that a waste of my time.

Me: Maybe. But, from below, you were not bettering the situation.

gingerly-writing: Also, feel free to simply not respond rudely to people’s posts, at all, ever, especially if you were the one who sent the ask in the first place. I didn’t need to know how shit my ideas are, thanks.

Me: Yeah...not really sure where you’re going with this. Are you saying your ideas were horrible because they were based on my idea and how I spread more around on tumblr? Or do you think I’m saying your ideas were horrible because you think I’m somehow saying, implying or thinking that?

Either why, that comment of yours was not helpful for anyone. Yourself included.

gingerly-writing: Also, as a more general PSA, feel free not to send identical asks to multiple bloggers.

Me: Not happening. As I can sent any ask at any time by my own free will. As is my right.

gingerly-writing: Seeing someone else answer the same ask really disincentivizes me to answer it, even if it’s in my queue: I worry about stepping on the other responder’s feet,

Me: Well, to be fair, I can understand the sentiment there. Still, what you say next will lower that sentiment.

and also, it’s motherfuckin rude, you absolute assclown.

Me: Childish name calling. So...how is it you’re any better with what you had said. What would you benefit from doing that other then venting out your anger. ...Which ironically enough I didn’t even do here and wouldn’t now just so I won’t sink to your level of rudeness.

gingerly-writing: And if you do send multiple asks and get similar responses, maybe it’s simply because it’s a good fucking idea. If you get different answers, maybe it’s because we’re all different fucking people with awesome different ideas that I’m not sure you deserve.

Me: You know what, I’ll be upfront, and say that I should have not jumped the gun and assumed the worse and could’ve worded my comments better (or just replied privately about the whole matter), you, on the other hand, didn’t do much of anything to resolve the situation as best as you should’ve. In the end, you basically became me. But a little worse.

gingerly-writing

: feel free to block me on the way out

Me: Already did. I’m hoping you don’t treat other bloggers the way you had treated me. Especially if they were nicely bringing up stuff to your attention among other things. And especially, even, in the ‘ginning once they asked you something.

gingerly-writing: #I try to be nice on this site #but I have my limits #and now I'm in rage mode #the asks and the answers #rude #ungrateful

Me: As if you were better with your own fair share of rudeness that might be on the level of hackedmotionsensors’.

hackedmotionsensors: THIS PERSON IS SO WEIRD!! All they ever do is send these bizarre questions about the DCEU being in MCU!

Me: Actually, that's not ALL I do. I asked other questions too. And my qs aren't as weird as any one else's either, hacked. Best to not go by assumptions and call people weird for what they say or do. Be it in front of their faces or behind their backs. Also, don't like me or my qs? Then either block me or just blacklist my name.

See ya...never, I guess.

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Here’s some context on what I was talking about on this post:

TumblrFrostbite: How would you want schools for villains' kids (for Marvel villains' kids, for DC villains' kids, etc) to be ran? And who would you want to run those schools?

gingerly-writing: This is one of those things that I’ve put way too much thought into after you sent this, because I love stuff like this. The question is, are the villains running this school for their kids, or is this something the heroes are putting on to try and rehabilitate the kids while their parents are in prison? I’ll assume the former, but the latter is also super interesting to me.

Disclaimer: this will have a strong DC bent because I have little to no interest in most Marvel villains, whereas I could yack on about DC villains for month. In fact, I might just stick to DC in its entirety because other than Loki (who would be the worst teacher ever, he would encourage so much shenanigans) most of the Marvel villains I know are Nazis or space monsters. Second disclaimer: I’ve watched a lot more animated DC movies and read a lot more fic than I ever have comics, soooooo these depictions might not be comic book accurate. Fanboys, please don’t come for me…but I also don’t really care that much tbh. I like the incarnations that I like. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Actual answer under the cut because this got hella long. Hope you like it!

Sponsor: Lex Luthor. Funds the school, shows up to speech day to give speeches and hand out prizes, gives the brightest and most stable kids scholarships to work at Lex Corp in the holidays. Absolutely 100% has his own ends, no one knows what they are. Chucks buckets of money at every problem. Likes to bring the school up at fancy soirees in front of Bruce Wayne and Oliver Queen just to piss them off.

Headmaster: Deathstroke (or rather, Slade from Teen Titans). Has no idea how he wound up with this job, complains about the pay 24/7 even though it’s in the range of millions of dollars a term paid in untraceable cash from 50 different countries. Basically ends up like Gordon Ramsey: threatens to assassinate the teachers and parents all the time, has actually taken out some abusive parents, but is weirdly, gruffly nice to the younger kids. Teachers self-defence to all the non-powered kids and weapons to anyone who’s interested and has the discipline for it. Grudgingly tolerates old man jokes.

Deputy Headmistress: Talia al Ghul. Absolutely terrifies all the older kids, mothers the younger ones. In charge of who graduates and who doesn’t; will only let kids graduate if their villainy won’t critically endanger their own life. Sometimes shows up in the backs of random classes and lurks there for ‘assessments’; shows up in more than 50% of Deathstroke’s classes to harass him about his technique. Keeps a photo of Damien on her desk, refuses to acknowledge it’s there if someone asks about it.

Biology: Poison Ivy. Excellent teacher, surprises both herself and her students at how brilliant she is. Everyone wants to take biology with her even if they have no villainous interest in the subject. Litters her lectures with feminist rants, eco-warrior tirades and talks about LGBT+ rights, will gently but forcefully correct anyone who disagrees with her. Runs a vegetable outside the school and encourages the kids to get closer to nature. Just enough passing knowledge of memes to make her older students roll about with laughter: ‘Batman’s homophobic because he inconveniences me and I’m gay’. PDAs with her girlfriend in the corridors.

Women and gender studies: Harley Quinn Ivy’s girlfriend, part time teacher. Wanted to take up the psychology post, but after she seriously suggested sharing it with Jonathan Crane (Scarecrow) no one wanted to let her anywhere near it. Knows every meme. Gives great relationship advice, will kill anyone’s abusive boyfriend with no questions asked. Brings her hyenas to school in a ridiculously massive handbag. Has her own locker.

Thievery, sneaking around, Gotham safety: Catwoman. Definitely brings in her cats to act as therapy/comfort animals for the kids. Unofficial therapist; absolutely mothers anyone from Gotham, no exceptions. Brings the kids super expensive (stolen) jewellery to wear on prom night and for big dances, charges in secrets about their parents.

Business and Economics, with a side in mind control: Maxwell Lord (in the more business-orientated editions). Keeps to himself, is one of those teachers who doesn’t actually seem to like kids. Always wears a freshly pressed suit. Bit of an asshole. Selina tripped him down the stairs once.

Magic: supposedly taught by Felix Faust, but Klarion enrolled as a student just to show up in his lectures and argue. Every. Single. Point. Magic classes have turned into a magical war several times. They can only get along when someone else turns up claiming magic isn’t real. Faust has a lecture prepared for the non-believers, Klarion has a fireball. Circe often shows up in these classes, ‘borrows’ all the female students for private lessons and turns all the boys into pigs. Pig-Klarion does not appreciate this.

Physics and advanced thermodynamics: Killer Frost. Gets on really well with the Gotham City Sirens; they have cocktail parties in the staff lounge every second Thursday. Is paid by other villains kidnapping Firestorm so she can feed. Absolutely has favourite students and students she hates with a passion; has been known to freeze some students to their chairs in lieu of detention.

Other random villains that show up from time to time: - Flash’s Rogues Gallery. Created the infamous ‘Rogues week’ at the end of the year where every single one of them shows up and helps the students wreak absolute chaos across the school. Can never be stopped from showing up and starting this. Captain Cold comes grudgingly, sits in Slade’s office and has a drink with him; the rest of the Rogues join in with the chaos a bit too enthusiastically. Best week for the seniors. The younger rogues would totally be students and help to smuggle the older ones in for Rogues week.

- Black Manta: shows up sometimes, teaches a few lectures, leaves. Always on super random topics, often tangentially related to his latest evil scheme. The students have a betting pool that reawakens after each visit on how his talk will relate to his next scheme. Literally no one understands why he shows up. Doesn’t get paid, doesn’t seem to enjoy it. ?????? Has great on-land fashion sense though. A lot of the older students have lowkey crushes on him

- Cheetah takes advanced genetics and many other complex of aspects of science. Only shows up to teach special classes for the seniors. High fives Ivy in the corridors.

- Deadshot. Sometimes shows up and interrupts Deathstroke’s guns lessons (poor guy can never teach a lesson in peace), always gets chased out of the school. Gets teary eyed over the young female students kicking ass. Doesn’t seem to do anything useful but somehow gets paid a salary. Sleeps in the gym when he’s on the run from Amanda Wakker/Batman.

- Hugo Strange keeps showing up in disguises and trying to get the psychology job. Last time it was just a fake moustache. What is he even hoping to achieve.

- Merlyn shows up when he’s bored to host archery competitions on the front lawn. Mostly does this when Oliver Queen is in town. Keeps saying he’s going to pick a protégé out of the best archers and never does because the Arrow Clan kids annoy him so much he’s wound up thinking he hates kids. Actually loves kids, pretends to be snooty and above them though. 100% has to prove he’s still the best archer at every competition, even the one for 12 year olds.

TumblrFrostbite: If the super villain academy children, by the time they hit twenty, had to do some VERY impressive villainous in order to graduate, what type of villainous stuff would you have the rookies villains do to not only graduate, but also to be considered as full fledged villains?

gingerly-writing: So, I actually have a hero and villain school in my own original superhero works, and I did come up with a solution to this one. If you’re writing your own original stuff, please change this up, but if you’re writing fic I don’t mind if you nick it wholesale (as long as you tag me in it! I’d love to read it).

My thought was: all villains are going to be different, with different strengths and gifts. Sending them all to, I don’t know, infiltrate an island or fight Black Canary (which no one would win, let’s be honest) doesn’t seem fair on those it doesn’t suit. I was really struggling to come up with something that could work for everyone that didn’t force them to work in a team, because, well…villainous teams never work so well. Too many egos and whatnot.

My solution was: have the kids pick their own challenges. Make it their end of final year project. They submit a fully researched plan, all the way from the developmental stages to the final polished article. Plans like ‘killing Batman’ or ‘blowing up the planet’ are swiftly vetoed, but as long as they’re convincing enough the plan can get as elaborate and dangerous as they like. Half the marks come from the plan itself, and half for execution. Sometimes, my particularly vindictive kiddos make their plan to screw over their nemesis’ plan; I particularly enjoy when their plans are both to screw over each others’ plans. That gets entertaining.

They’re assigned a teacher whose knowledge base best fits with the plan the kid wants to execute, and they submit and resubmit and re-resubmit it to improve and refine their scheme until it’s as perfect as it’s going to get. Then, with no further outside help, they have to execute it.

This method lets you titivate the grand finale to best suit your plot needs. Your character has a serious nemesis? Pitch them against each other. Parental grudge? Make their aim to foil their parent’s plans. Hero that they hate? Plan to ruin their day. Plus, you can shove in bureaucratic nightmares and whatever other problems you can dream up (sabotage, indecision, dreams too grand to execute) into the planning stages.

I’m not sure you could do anything in a school situation to make the outside world consider them ‘real villains’: that would take time, money, and a body count, all things a school probably can’t afford to have on their books, villainous or not. But a huge, large-scale, dramatic graduating plan probably wouldn’t hurt any young villain’s rep!

Y’know, for me, this was just background information, but now I kind of want to write a whole book focusing on it. xx

#post #tumblr #matters

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sebuntease · 7 years

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My Ear’s Candy. (Mingyu Smut)

This has been in our inbox for months now definitely and I’m so sorry I only ever got to finish it now, to the anon who requested it, I’m so fucking sorry it took so long. There are still like 18 more smuts I have to finish and I’ve been working on my writing, I’ll also be editing some posted works if I get the chance to. Also, I’m sorry it’s short, this is probably one of the shortest smuts I’ve written probably cause I don’t know how to write oral just yet, but I’ll be sure to improve it. Thank you so much for waiting, and again I’m sorry if this was boring and stuff shit, I’m sorry. Wegkhagfkjawfa

-admin kate

this contains oral!sex, a little fluff, is kinda short. But I hope ya’ll like it.

“Te quiero.” Your boyfriend’s voice boomed across the loud speakers, it was the 2016 Thank You Festival and your boyfriend was featuring in Baek Ji Young’s ‘My Ear’s Candy’ with his fellow member Moon Junhui, Jun was a natural troublemaker you could say. You wanted to surprise Mingyu, because his schedule is always packed that he isn’t able to squeeze some time for you, but you understood that, it was his job after all and it was just something he loved doing, and you loved how passionate he was. So instead, you made some time for him, not only that but you had definitely noticed the extra lines on his forehead and his tired eyes, but even so his orbs held genuine happiness. He really didn’t want you to come today because he would be more nervous than usual because then he’d remember the last time that he had invited you to one of their shows, he remembered losing composure and it resulted in a good laugh with the members.

But shit, you knew your boyfriend was handsome, but boy does he look good in that suit, absolutely fuckable indeed. You love his tan skin just the way it was, his skin looked great on him. You never understood why he was so insecure about his skin tone, you’d always remind him he was perfect just the way he was. But maybe those never-ending questions that people would ask, ‘Why are you so tan?’ actually made him think about it more, when he really shouldn’t. But it really doesn’t matter at all, he’s so lovable that anyone would like him.

As you watched him intently, he was the only one you saw. You’d always be reminded of how much you love this person and how glad you were to be his significant other, and you were the lucky person, because not anyone could be in your place. Mingyu was everything you could ever ask for. As you stood backstage, you didn’t think you’d be this affected. You’ve seen him perform on stage loads of times, but his performance right now was sending tingles down there. He just looks so hot, you couldn’t wait for him to finish to give him a reward for working so hard. You also know how exhausted he was lately because you keep tabs on his members and they were more than happy to provide information about his condition, you all were great friends after all.

Mingyu walked off stage with Jun beside him, drinking big gulps as he quenched his thirst, his head still in the clouds after the performance. Bowing to everyone gratefully as they wiped off their sweat with folds of tissue, he didn’t notice you stalk behind the pillar just across from where he and his member stood.

“You’ve worked hard.” Their senior, Baek Ji Young had greeted the boys with the smile, and they return the gesture respectfully, bowing the second they saw her. A faint smile had spread across your features at their response.

Jun’s head swiveled around the place, looking for a familiar face, and just as his eyes landed on you, he gave you a knowing smirk. In which you replied with a sly thumbs up, you then noticed him chat with Mingyu a bit before speeding off, leaving your confused boyfriend behind. Just as you were about to tip-toe your way towards him, he sheds himself of the blazer he had on, even under his black shirt you could very well see his toned chest threatening to break through the thin fabric. You couldn’t help but swoon at the sight, you bit your lip slowly, the mere thought of the countless things you could do to him and the countless things he could do to you.

You embrace him in a tight back hug and he jerks forward in surprise, but when he craned his neck to look at you, his face lit up like a Christmas tree.

“Y/N!” He held you close, you buried your face in his chest, his cologne strong even thought he was covered in sweat beforehand.

“You looked so cool!” You gushed, and he gives you an embarrassed smile. “You were watching?”

“Saranghae~” You mimic him from earlier, and he only pulls you in for a savoring hug, because he missed you and maybe because he was just a tad bit embarrassed, knowing you’d tease him all about it later.

“I love you.” He sang softly as he held you tight, and you feel your heart flutter in your chest. “You’re so cheesy, why am I even dating you.” You complain, but hide a smile as you bury your face in his chest.

“I really missed you.” He hugs you even tighter, making you struggle to breathe, he was a big man, he could bend you easily like a toothpick. You let out a squeal because of how tight he squeezed you, “Jesus christ, easy boy.” You joke, tip-toeing to pat him on the head, he pouts playfully, intertwining his large hands with yours, rocking back and forth on his feet as he leans close to you, eyes solely trained on your lips.

“Didn’t you miss me too?” He says lowly, in a suggesting tone that only you could hear. You bit your lip, looking around cheekily before replying, just as hinting.

“You bet I did.” You say softly, your eyes land on his lips, in which he notices and takes his bottom lip between his teeth. “But there is something else I kind of miss.” your hands graze against his belt, a mischievous look on your face, you feel him tense against your touch.

“Yeah?” He almost growls, with a very cloudy look in his eyes, his hands land on your waist, pulling you closer, not wanting to leave even an inch of space in between you, and you could already feel something stiff poke against your stomach.

“Yeah.” You purr, hooking your hands behind his neck, slightly tugging at his hair and you could faintly hear him let out a quiet groan. “You know,” you start in a seducing tone, and at this moment you were both just staring into each other’s eyes, just deliberately forgetting about the fact that you were surrounded by people, people that were busy bustling around.

“You did a really amazing job today. Proud girlfriend here.” You whisper, and he hums lowly in response knowing you had more to say. “And this,” You tug at the collar of the shirt at his nape, he feels himself ignite something from deep inside him. Every single touch you gave, left a trail of burning desire.

Was this the effect of not seeing you in so long? If it was, then it had already been decided that you weren’t going to leave him hungry today.

“Looks really great on you,” Your husky voice was music to his ears, he had to resist closing his eyes and just listen to you speak all day, he just couldn’t get enough. Loving the compliments and knowing where the conversation was going, he once again hums in response. “And I’d really love it if you’d…” You were stalling your words, making him grow impatient, his grip on your waist tightened quite considerably.

“If I’d what?” His hot breath fanned over your face, growing impatient, but he still dares to take the torture.

“If you’d maybe…” You trail off, making him groan in protest. “Fuck, what is it.” He demands in a harsh whisper, grinding your hips to his roughly, and you only giggle at how he was rushing you. You were very turned on at this point, and the bulge on his jeans was more than enough proof he was too. “You gonna keep on giggling like that?” He taunts, leaning in for a kiss, but your finger was on his lips in a matter of seconds, stopping him with a sexy smirk.

“Not here.” You whisper, looking around to see a few eyes on the two of you already. He stomps his foot childishly, but he knew he had to resist. It was risky, too risky.

He takes your free hand, “But I’m already hard.” And he slyly places it on his growing bulge, and you immediately pry your hands away, looking around nervously. You hit him on the shoulder to scold him, but he only chuckles at your reaction. “Keep it in your pants for little longer.” He then scoffs in disbelief, “Then you should’ve made me hard later, not now.” He groans, you giggle at his childish reasoning.

“Why did you make me hard if you weren’t going to do anything about it.” He continues to whine, you roll your eyes and drag him somewhere, as eyes were falling on the two of you too quickly. He’s literally a man-boy.

“Shut it, what if someone hears?” You look around for any doors to go through while scolding him, he just tags along behind you. “Then they’ll know you seduced me, and what’s worse- you didn’t take responsibility.” He answered, as if trying to blackmail you and you only snort in response. You didn’t notice him halt in his tracks and smiles to himself as he saw a sign that read ‘Pantry’.

Isn’t there a damn bathroom in this area?-

Your thoughts were cut off when you felt a grip on your wrist, pulling you into a cramped room, it smelt of a supermarket, weirdly. And judging by the neatly stocked food and chips you had only figured it was a pantry, and that it was very dark.

But it worked.

“Well?” Your boyfriends voice startled you, it sounded like he was just in front of you but he was at least a foot away, leaning against the shelf. He had this cocky smirk on his face, and you knew that face really well.

“You really couldn’t wait, can you?” He just watched as you walk closer, by the tone of your voice that was unusually low, he knew what it meant. Finally, some release.

He wraps his arms around your waist, capturing you in a passionate kiss, the sound of lips smacking against each other and naughty hands filled the small space. His hands find their way down your back, taking a handful of each cheek, he squeezed your ass making you giggle into the kiss, taking him aback. You break the kiss, starting to suck on his jaw, and all you could hear was his ragged breathing and grunts, your hands trail down his stomach and over his clothed bulge, palming him through his pants he lets a string of curses fall from his mouth.

“Fuck yes.” He groans, his knuckles were turning white as he almost desperately gripped the shelfs like his life depended on it. Your kisses, touches, everything was just driving him to a corner, it was driving him insane. He loved it. You could feel him harden under your hands, and you slowly got to your knees.

Boy, did he miss this sight.

You look up at him with your doe eyes, with a cheeky grin you slowly undid his belt, and just as you were about to pull it out of the rings, you place a gentle kiss on his clothed erection. He sighs upon the sight of you, on your knees, ready to worship his cock. It was everything he’s ever dreamed of.

Knowing anyone could waltz right in, you had to keep quiet in order not to draw any unwanted attention, but knowing how noisy and verbal Mingyu could be, you wouldn’t be surprised. But you liked it, seeing him writher under your presence, was a sight you were very fond of. Pulling his pants down, almost painfully slowly, you were met with his beautiful length. It made your mouth water, beads of precum had already leaked through the tip of his cock, the veins were very prominent, and he was very hard. You had no idea how long it had been since he’s last been inside you, but one thing you knew for sure was that you wanted him in you, now.

But time wasn’t on your side right now, you’ve only got enough time for a quick blow.

“I really missed your cock.” You give the tip a small peck, the precum staining your lips, you lick the salty substance making Mingyu moan in anticipation.

“Yeah?” He mutters, both of you at this point were starting to sweat, this room had no ventilation, it was very cramped, and it was very uncomfortable, but the two of you didn’t really care. “You know what I missed?” He asked, holding back a sigh as you wrap your hand around the base of his length.

“The sound your pussy makes when I fuck you hard, just how you like it.” You moan at his words, taking him in your mouth midway, the vibrations from your moans if not doubled, then tripled the amount of pleasure he was feeling. Warmth just spreading along every inch of his body. He feels his toes curling in his shoes, and you were positive you were also dripping with arousal.

You had trouble taking him all the way in, so your hands covered what couldn’t be reached, his hand tangled in your hair, forcing you to take him even deeper, he was already jabbing the back of your throat and you start sobbing around his dick, large tears streamed down your cheeks, and whenever you’d gag, he let out such pleasured moans, you just let him do it. After a few minutes of merciless mouth fucking, he pulls out, a string of your saliva connected your lips to his cock.

“Look at you.” He says more to himself as he held you by your hair, taking a good look at the dried tears, some of his precum dripped from the corner of your swollen lips, and your lust-filled eyes. He’s never found someone all tired out, look so beautiful. He leans down to give a long deep kiss, he almost grimaced at the taste of himself in his mouth, but he just really loved kissing you. “Will you let me come in your mouth?” He held your chin in his hands, his thumb grazing your bottom lip as he gazed deep into your eyes, you were totally under his word.

“Are you going to fill up my mouth again?” You say with a beam of excitement, he smiles at your eagerness. “Do you want me to?” He asks lovingly, and you nod eagerly, shifting on your knees. He rubs his hand along his shaft, and you watch hungrily, he taps the head of his cock on your lips, and your tongue circled around his head before taking him in once again.

You take him in a deep as you can, starting off slow. Your hands are fisting his shirt as you swallow him in, the sounds of slurping, pants, and the sound of faint music in the background. This was crazy. Giving your boyfriend head in some pantry, if someone knew what went down in here, you weren’t sure if they’d eat the food from here anymore.

When you gag around his cock, he accidentally bucks in your mouth, and you sob. “Yes.” He growls, eyes rolling to the back of his head in complete ecstasy. He was so goddamn close, and by the pace you were going, and your fucked-up state, he feels all the blood rush to his head. You moan around him for the umpteenth time, and he’d just lost it. He’s milking himself down your throat, his cock twitched inside of your mouth as he came, His hot cum trickled down your throat, the substance thick and creamy. His groans as he emptied himself out of you were heavenly.

He pulls out slowly, watching you with his cloudy hazel eyes, you leave your jaw slack, and he almost melts down at the sight of your tear-stained cheeks, flushed face and messed up hair, giving him a view of his white thick cum that just swirled around in your mouth, he gives off a look of authority, “You look beautiful baby.” His voice was a mixture of proudness, and content. You give him a curt smile, and swallow his thick semen. As you did he kneels down, locking lips with yours, yet again, you tuck in his now limp member in his pants, and you could feel him rushing to end the passionate kiss.

“I have to get going, they might be looking for me.” He genuinely seemed like he didn’t want to leave you so soon, but he had to. You give him an assuring smile, “It’s okay, you go ahead. I’ll clean up.” You say rummaging the pantry for any tissue or cloth to just wipe the accumulated sweat, drool and cum you were certain you had around your mouth. But he seemed to have a disapproving look.

“But I feel bad, you didn’t get to cum-” He protests but you cut him off immediately, “Then you can make me cum as many times as you want later.” You shut him up with a quick peck on the cheek. His concerned face morphed into one of mischief, “Later?” He gives you a cheeky smile, his tone was hinting.

“Yes, later.” You chuckle, seeing his excitement. “You’re staying?!” He wraps his large arms around you in a tight hug, but you could barely manage a ‘yes’ because of the lack of air.

“That’s the second time in one day you try to suffocate your girlfriend to death.” You say in a strained voice, and it was only then he lets go of you, now having an apologetic look. “But I thought you love my hugs.” He pouts.

“Do I?” You tease, and he only pouts even more, if that was even possible, seeing he was going to start sulking soon, “I’m kidding.”

“Sorry~ I just love you so much.” He acts cute, you had to hold back an eyeroll, he almost fails because of his deep voice, but since he looked cute anyway, you take it.

What did you ever do to deserve him?

But what he says next only made you anticipate what you were in for later tonight.

With a very innocent voice and face, the words rolled out of his mouth smoothly as he whispers into your ear. “You can just choke me all you want later then.”

So there you stood, watching his back as he walked away.

It was going to be one hell of a night.

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