#umm umm tags it's just more rambling honestly

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So I know the quality sucks and we don't get any better quality to compare, but I just wanted to point out that, yes. Baby Carlo has freckles. Very few of them. But you can see the ones he had since he was a wee young lad standing out in his painting.

Go ahead and go into the game and stand in front of the portrait. Compare their faces. I'll wait c:

Here's a full/clean version of his portrait if you want to stare at it

So anyways like I was saying before--

#Lies of P #Lies of P Spoilers #The one my eyes immediately zoom in on... is the one right on his lip #Unmistakable little dark speck on his wittle lip ;; ;; just wanna poke it and give him cookies he is so baby I cry #But yeah. My whole thing from before yadda yadda children with brown eyes and clearer skin #developing blue ones and getting more freckles as they age blah blah y'know the drill LOL #This is mostly being done because I really hate the fact that people are like “Umm actually? He doesn't look that way.” on people's stuff #and being rude to others over it. So. Here's your proof. And if you don't like it? Sorry lmao #go into the game and stare at the painting. Tell me what you see. You'll see the faint freckles. #I don't care how people draw Carlo and honestly any interpretation is valid and very cute and very good #But do not bully others with false info because of a singular bad ending showcase of “Carlo” lol #That's all!! I'm done rambling in the tags!!! Smells mildly salty sorry LOL just. Y'know. Enjoy the damn game y'all. #And enjoy every version of this lad. Visual and written. We are given GIFTS by this fandom. Enjoy them!!

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Waite the dudes gay who would have thunk it

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Chapter 3: yanked out the closet

Ok Danny was not going to screw this up. He could do this he was still human after all he could ask someone out like a normal fucking person. Shoot good thing his ghost form doesn’t have a heartbeat or it would have flown out if his chest by now.

  Right on que, the familiar sensation began to climb up the back of his throat. The light tingle of his ghosts sence, but if it were locked in his throat not quite able to escape. He had begun to associate this new feeling with the other halfa.  

  He was close and that meant it was time to get this over with. His cheeks burned hot, as he peaked around the corner of the ally. 

  Hood was standing in the middle of the street waiting. He had sensed him too. No chickening out now. 

  He stepped out of the alley and towards the street.

  —————————————————

  Dick had texted him to ask if he wanted a tag along for patrol. He knew he meant well but Jason could Handle his own shit….. he hoped. Also he didn’t want to scare off this ‘phantom’ he had already fled the scene once. 

  So here Jason was running around crime Ally on  his usual patrol route. Waiting for the tingling sensation that accompanied mister Cheshire cat to start up. He rounded the corner in one of the nicer segments of crime alley( well as nice as crime alley could get anyway) and it started. He stood still looking for any sign of the person that had been following him for months. 

  And out of the alley steps a man,no older than 20,  his hair is as White as snow, it floats on his head like he was underwater, skin tinted a light blue, his ears slightly pointed. His figure was slim but he was toned, much like his eldest brother. He wore a hoodie and some jeans over a black under suit, his boots white and his hands in his pockets. He let his eyes wander back up, and green stared back. But it’s not quite pit green, it’s softer and more gentle. Like a field on a spring morning. 

  The man smiles at him, rubbing the back of his neck. “Hey…so um guess I should introduce myself.” His voice was low but soft. Not nearly as grumbly as Jason’s. 

  “Yeah no shit,” he responds on instinct without thinking.

  The other man tensed a little at the outburst. His helmet kept the tone Neutral which may have hurt more than it helped. “Yeah you're right.”He mumbled to himself. “Ok so umm let’s do this. My name is Danny and it’s a pleasure to meet you. Well I guess technically we already met but I didn’t induce myself. SoIdon’tthinkthatcounts”  The man Danny nervously rambled his words running into one another.

  “Danny? I thought your name was Phantom?” Jason prodded after all that is what the other ghost called him. Oh Waite shit did that mean this dude was like dead, like dead dead. 

  “ Oh Yeah we’ll it is kinda… sorry Yeah my name is  Danny phantom it like kinda my last name but not it’s weird.”  Danny continued rubbing the back of his neck; it must have been a nervous habit.

  Jason weirdly didn’t feel particularly in danger. He figured if the pit liked this guy he must have been bad news but he was just some cute guy.  Actually the pit seemed calm and weirdly quite the buzzing had died down from the other time phantom had been following him.  strange.  So in an act of reckless stupidity( we’ll if that wasn’t his M.O at this point honestly) he took his Helmet off. 

  And Danny processed to float off the ground to meet Jason’s eyes, we’ll his domino but his eye level at least.  He came closer and Yhea Danny was definitely shorter than him by like a few inches. Actually if Jason took his boots off maybe it would be about the same. 

  “Names Hood,” Jason stuck his hand out. “ Nice to actually meet you, any reason in particular you been stalking me like a fucking curse.” Danny had taken his hand easy enough, a weird sensation climbing it’s way up Jason’s arm. It wasn’t unpleasant, it was like he had stuck his arm in an open freezer. 

  “Um ok about that I uh” He putters out the blue on his cheeks deeping, outlining the freckles that peppered his cheeks. And fuck Jason was starting. “ I was trying to well uhhh…it’s a ghost thing and I was doing it cus I thought well. I thought you would get it? But I realize that was stupid and I should probably talk like a human being.” 

  “What’s a ghost thing?” He reached for the knife in his pocket gently rubbing the Handel in his pocket. 

  “Ok don’t laugh but I was…. I wastryingtocourtyou.” 

  “I’m sorry what?”

  “I was trying to court you!” Danny’s face goes completely flush. And to be honest Jason may have flushed back just a bit. It was different to have Danny tell him it was happening himself. “Look I just… I think you're really cool and” he fidgeted with his hands, “ok Danny you promised you would do this the human way” he mumbled to himself. 

  He took a deep breath in and with a wave of light the ghost boy no longer stood in front of him. Instead was a 20 year old man with jet black hair and eyes so blue they looked like sapphires. His ears still slightly pointed, his skin olive toned. His freckles still peppered his face, his cheeks a bright red.He was still wearing a hoodie but this one had a nasa logo on it. His jeans were ripped and his shoes looked well loved. “ Do you maybe wanna I don’t know grab a Coffee or something sometime?” 

  Did he? This dude made his chest feel tight and his face heat. But he was clearly some type of meta or worse actually dead. And he has no idea of his true intentions. Maybe he could try to run a background check he needs to investigate-.

  Fuck no he need to get the inner Bruce out of his head. “ You know what,  why not. You gotta a phone or did you leave that in the coffin.” Danny laughed it was soft like a bell, fuck his laugh was cute. 

  “ Oh Yeah, I wouldn't be caught dead without one.”Danny giggled handing Jason his phone. It was old and cracked but hey it seemed to be holding up fine.  Jason put his name in as well as a bunner number and set a text so he had Danny’s number. 

  “ So you make death jokes too hu?” Jason asked, it felt more natural around Danny for some reason and maybe it helped that he actually laughed. 

  “Oh yeah all the time, they always kill.”  Danny chuckled, “that's actually why all those gifts were, well, death related.” Danny rubbed the back of his neck, “ I thought you would enjoy it you know.” 

“From one dead guy to another, leave a note next time maybe?”

  “Oh, you can't emotion project after all?”

  “I'm sorry , can't what?” 

  “Emotion project it's what it sounds like. I did leave a note kinda, it was just you know in a language you can't speak quite yet.”

  Ok this guy was kinda of an idiot, “Are all ghosts this Awkward and clunky about the supposed courting process or is that just you.” Jason teased his cheeks red and heart a flutter. Danny has tried so hard and even though Jason's apparently ghost dense, hasn't given up on him. It felt nice to be thought about. 

  “ Just me” Danny glanced down at his phone and smiled, “ Jason, just me.” 

  “ Well it's about time, '' Gatta says, though you're pretty good at staying out of sight. also we’re did you get that knif-“ 

  And then Jason's phone rang, it was the madam of one of the houses he ran, Not good. That only meant one thing: someone was stirring up trouble. 

“It's ok, take it, “ Danny nodded and smiled. “ I'll get out of your hair for now.”  Danny transforms again floating into the air. “ See you soon?” Danny asked hopefully.

  “Yeah I'll try not to ghost you.” and Danny laughed again. And Jason shot a line and swung away, before his heart jumped out of his chest.  The tingling did not follow and Jason had to admit he felt a little sad about it. 

—-----------/—---------------------------------

Danny stood in the street for a good 10 minutes after hood Jason left. He had given Danny his name so that was a start. An unnatural Trill escaping his through as his core fluttered with the realization of what he had just managed to pull off. 

  He slapped his hand over his mouth and turned invisible, speeding off towards his apartment. He did it, he asked him out and with only mild embarrassment. 

  Wait a minute, how did Jason know his name was phantom? He knew for a fact that he had kept himself hidden.  But he was a bat, right? O shit he just…. He just transformed in front of a bat.

  “ Shiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiit ”

  —————————————————

  This was not good, a brawl had broken out after some of the girls refused to sleep with some drunk thugs.  Luckily his secerty staff was doing their job the best they could, no casualties so far and none of the girls had been dragged in. So it was time for Jason to put some dick wads in their place. 

  He swung down kicking one of the gang in the head, pulling the gun from his waist belt he shot another that was grappling with one of his security in the shoulder. The guard took the opportunity to pin the guy to the floor, good at least he was earning his keep. The bullets in his gun were modified, at least he wasn’t really going to kill anyone. But they still hurt, quite a lot actually. 

  Another tries to sneak up behind him, but Jason turns around sweeping his legs out from underneath him and hurling him into the floor. To his left another guy is pined by 2 of his security staff. The other 2 men see that they are now in way over their heads, turn tail and leave.  So he lets them screw ‘em they can go and spread the word. 

“Hood!” One if the girls called from the doorway. “ Thank god you came.”  She leaned out and took a glance around, Jason took note of the red ring around her wrist, she must have been one of the girls who refused in the first place. 

  “That’s my job, after all, can’t have some thugs thinking they can cause trouble in our terff and get away with it.” He zipped tied the man’s hand behind their backs. Directing his guys to hang back and keep an eye on them tell he could handle them.  He still had to talk to the madam and get the full story to decide just how black and blue he should leave these guys. “You seen Miss Cleo?” 

  “Yeah she’s inside, she’s trying to wrangle the customer complaints”  The girl grimaced obviously not wishing to be in the other place. 

  “I'll go lend her a hand, get that wrist checked out for me. Hate to see one of you hurt.”  He gave the girl a nod on his way in. 

  The place wasn't too wild all things considered, pretty tame just a group of men shouting discrepenties.  Jason was sure the moment he walked over they would shut up real quick, and he's shure Cleo would appreciate it. “ Do we have a problem, gentlemen?” He chimes after sneaking up behind the group. 

  “ Yes actually we d-” one man turns around boldly and then identity shrinks at the site of jason's imposing figure. “ Oh Red hood, No no problems here.” 

  “Good so i suggest you fuckers leave poor Madam Cleo alone hm?” he said as he pressed his gun against the man's chest. Jason wasn't actually going to shoot him but he didn't know that. 

  “Yep of course no trouble!” the men squawked losing any steam they once had as they scurried towards the door. 

  “Hood” the madem shoots his a nod. “Thanks for showing up so fast.” 

  “Course Cleo after all, I don’t think any one in the gang would want something to happen to you or any of the girls.” Jason chuckled to himself, “Waite actually scratch that everyone but phin I’m pretty sure he would bash you head in on site.” 

  “Yeah well servers him right, not my fault he's a gremlin,” Cleo let out a big sigh, “ but a brother is  a brother.” 

  Jason tenses a little at the comment, a tinge of gilt gathering in the back of his mind. After all he wasn’t exactly the best brother himself. He wasn’t dick, he couldn’t play the ‘cool’ older brother role. He was damaged and broken, he was wrong . Shoot, he had tried to hurt a few of them, he almost… he almost killed Tim. 

  Jason shook his head a bit to clear his thoughts, like his brain was an Etch A Sketch. The almost empty back counter caught his eyes, perfect time to redirect from his family drama. He doesn't want to deal with that right now, no thank you.  “Looks like you guys are running pretty bare, I’ll make sure to have the guys bring a restock.” 

  “Thanks Red, I’m sure the girls will-“  Jason’s phone dings, cutting Cleo off. 

  Jason takes the phone out and checks who it is, after all it’s been pretty quiet the past few days, that usually means someone’s plotting.  But it wasn't any of his guys, in fact it was ghost boy.  

  Fellow Dead guy: Hey! Know you're probably busy. But it was nice getting to talk to you. Do you think this weekend will work or are you *buried* at work. 

  You: I’ll Have to check but I don't see why not. I know a place that's killer.

  Fellow Dead guy: Pff Ok, stay safe. Don't want to get your coffin resized. 

  Jason was glad he chose a helmet for his suit, it was able to hide the small smile creeping across his lips. The pit  letting out a light buzz underneath his skin. 

  “Soooo, are you going to tell me who that is?  The girls are gonna be so heart broken.”  Miss cleo teased.

  “ What are you talking about, Cleo? It was just-”

  “Don't think that fancy helmet can fool me, reading body language is part of the job description.” When Jason didn't respond she continued. “ You melted, that whole tough guy act flew out the window, your shoulder dropped and you leaned back on to your heels instead of your toes.”

  Cleo had known him for a long time, her house was one of the first that Jason took over. It was a no brainer she could read him but still it sent a slight chill down his spine. She was alway scarly aware of people's emotions, after all he was trained by the big bat himself and he was still an open book. “ The girls are going to be sad though, a few of them like you a lot hood. So who's stolen that heart of yours, would we know her?”

  “No, it's not a working girl Cleo, “ Jason reached for his pocket knife and began to fidget with the blade. “ Its some… Its some guy I met, he seems pretty cool.” 

  “Got ya that knife then i'm guessing,” then cleo did a double blink, “ Waite some Guy?” 

“Yhea a Guy, is that a problem.” Jason's shoulders squared a little. He never really talked about relationships as hood for obvious reasons, but Cleo was one of the few people who knew Jason from redhoods crew, was well red hood.  He would even consider her a friend. 

  “Don't get ya panties in a twist,” Cleo chuckled, “ It just explains so much.” 

  “Explain what exactly?” 

  “ Red you have never once, and I mean once ever spent a night with one of the girls, not even one.” She walks over and pats Jason on the shoulder, “ We were worried about ya we even called some of the other houses in the gangs.” 

  “Wait, why would you be worried exactly?” 

  “Because a softy like you all on your own is asking to end up pulling a batman. Don’t get me wrong, hood your violent as shit but no other gang leader helps a kid with their English homework.” 

  “ I’m not…. I hold on” ok so nice to know Cleo doesn’t care if he’s gay but the idea of the girls snooping around in fear of a mini hood on the rise was kind of shocking to say the least. 

  “So a guy, hmmmm. It that one who came to viste  you a while back,” she taps her chin in thought. “ O waite Arsenal was his name right? You two seemed real chummy. ” 

  “ What no its not him!” They had actually dated at one point but Cleo didn't need to know that. “ new guy don't even think he's originally from Gotham. He has an accent. I doubt you've met him.” 

  “ Well, if things go well I demand to meet him, whether that's as J or Hood understood.” 

  “ We’ll see Cleo, we’ll see.”  Jason's salutes her farewell, and leaves out the back door. He shoots his men a text to Handel the thugs. 

  The minute he makes his way to the rooftops his coms rings, “ Hood how did it go!” His big brother asked hopefully.

  Oh this was gonna be fun, “ Oh it went pretty well, I got myself a date this weekend. Bye blues I got work.”  Jason turns off his coms, A machivus smile crosses his face as he imagines his brother freaking out on the other end of the line.  

  —-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

“ …I got a date this weekend…” *click*

  “ Oh my God! BABBY BRO. Hood! RED HOOD! Wait, please come back. What's he like, is he a threat HOOD!”

Bruce tunes out of the com link line. He didn’t mean to eavesdrop he just knew if he made himself known Jason would drop the line. He has to talk to Jaylad. He had a date, who, when? Wait a minute Dick just said “ Is HE a threat,”  is …. Is Jason. 

  —————————————————————————————-

  Jazz opens her brother's door only to find him face first in his pillow kicking his feet against the mattress. He was chirping again so that was a good sign at least. 

  “I’m guessing things went well?” 

  Danny lifted his head, his hair matted from it being pressed against the pillow, “ yes he said yes! This weekend jazz that in like 4 days I’m freaking out.” 

  Jazz chucked to herself , time for big sis to swoop in and save the day. “ Yes, that gives you plenty of time. Did you get his number?” 

  “ Yes actually turns out his names Jason,” his brother reached for his phone to open the contact to show her. Excitement was clear in the way he stimmed with his unoccupied hand. 

  “We'll, I'm sure you and Jason will have a wonderful time, but you do have morning classes tomorrow.” Jazz pointed to the clock beside Danny’s bed. “It’s already 1am and you should really head to bed.”

  “Jazz I don’t need that much sleep you know that.” 

  “Yes but maybe Jason would like to see ya without eye bags” she pointed out knowing it would probably work. 

  “Oh shoot your right,” Danny hopped up and fazed some pjs out of his drawer, “ thanks jazz, for everything.” Danny calls out in a low voice as she goes to leave her brother's room. 

  “Any time baby brother mine any time.” 

If any body has a better name for Jason to put Danny as in his phone I’m all ears.

I just went with fellow dead guy cus it seemed like something Jason would do on the fly.

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[twotangledsisters]

How do you decide what fics to comment on?

I laughed a lot seeing this ask cause, am I acquiring a reputation as a commenter? That's not a bad thing by any means! I just can't help but laugh at the fact I've been talked about for leaving long comments more than I have been for my own art and fics. But I guess that just means those comment leave an impression?

Anyway, sorry for the ramble there for a moment, onto the question!

To answer this question I probably first need to ask another question:

How do I chose what fics to read?

Because... I read the fics and then I comment on them... Obviously.

And I read mostly Cassandra, Eugene or Arianna content. I will read anything tangled, but generally for me to stray from the norm it's due to recommendation from mutuals, friends, just random posts talking about how much they love a fic?

And if I read something, I comment!

It's very rare for me nowadays to not comment, I would have to either not have anything good to say (which hasn't happened.... ever? I think... Thanks to Ao3's amazing tagging system I imagine!) or I read it on kindle and forgot.... (I am so sorry...)

BUT! There are rules? Exceptions? I don't know...

Here's the thing, I know the way I comment, the length, the quotes, it isn't everybody's cup of tea and I respect that!

Before, I assumed people would tell me if they didn't like it.

But I no longer assume that.

Now, I will go full in with my first comment, and if the author responds positively (like, a single word can be positive, if they just says 'thanks' that is positive), I add them to my green-list (this only exists in my head). I trust them to have been honest in that response and I assume they enjoy long-form comments!

If there is no response, which is perfectly fine, I will assume there is a chance they HATE those comments, and aren't willing to respond saying that as the response would be public and a lot of people are too shy to give negative feedback... So I will stop commenting in that way.

I won't stop consuming content, leaving kudos or anything like that, I will even continue to leave short comments!

But I will cease the long comments out of, honestly, social anxiety and not wanting to be hated by the fandom I'm in!

I know this might not be the best attitude. But I just have too much anxiety and I end up feeling like I am harassing people if that makes sense?

Oh, also, obviously, if I have a negative interaction with someone on tumblr, or they blocked me, or they spoke badly of me at some point, I will cease consumption of those fics! (I do make an exceptions for co-written fics, but that's more complicated).

But yeah...

If you have a fic you want to recommend umm... DO!

Like, please!

Especially if it's your own cause I feel so much more at peace when commenting on fics from mutuals on here cause I know they aren't going to get angry at me for long comments!

I feel like this got long rambly and probably shows just how much my anxiety has been eating at me these past few umm.... weeks, months? I lose track of time.

I've been putting of answering this ask because I had completely stopped commenting for a while there... I'm kinda getting back into it now! But answering this at a time when I was not commenting felt very wrong... Almost like fake? I don't know...

My brain is kinda semi turned on right now, I'm so exhausted...

But I do welcome recommendations!

Especially one-shots!

I really need to get back into reading and commenting and I think just jumping back in is the way!

This ask did, kinda hit a nerve with me as well, it made me feel for a few moments that perhaps my only contribution to this fandom is my comments? Like, my art flops so bad on tumblr... my fics do really well actually I'm always shocked how many people read them, but... my brain just isn't processing stuff right, it's looking for the negatives right now. It's not a good time for me.

But after some thought I realized this is a nice ask!

I'm glad people like those comments, I'm glad I can contribute to the fandom and specifically to fic writers in that way!

I want to do it more.

I'm just, recovering mentally right now from some stuff, heavy fics are kinda off the table and... Even searching for fics feels like a chore?

See, even writing that I feel lazy for saying it xD which is silly, like, I'm not being lazy I'm just ill...

Rambling aside.

Send recommendations.

I'm sorry I haven't been commenting!

I appreciate every ask even if I'm kinda slow at answering sometimes!

I'm going to bed.

#ask answered

[infinite-wanders]

Ok after watching S3 how are you feeling?

I'm honestly still shocked, about the cliffhanger I never thought Ben and Devi would get together in the end well I sorta did. After S1 it was kinda obvious that he'd still have those feelings in place for her. Also they could of gave Devi and Paxton more time with their relationship but I've now come to an understanding that maybe it was for the best Devi let her insecurities and other gets to her. I hope he has helped her understand that and focus on herself a lot more.

Do you think Ben and Devi will go further with what happened in the end of S3?

Also how did you find Devi this season?

What are you predictions on S4?

I'm good after s3 watch, considering my Daxton heart broke and currently feels 6 feet under at the moment.

What's a dramady without a bit of heartbreak right lol. Are we Daxtons just feeling the pain that B*nvi did in s2? Lol.

I feel that as soon as they announced s3, that is when my stages of grief began, and by the end of watching s3 I had come to accept Daxton was 99% not going to be endgame. Even though we only got 3 eps after 2 seasons of build up, I wasn't angry because they didn't trash Paxton's character for Des/Ben. So for that I am grateful.

Call me a bad Daxton stan if it feels like I've given up, but I'm just in self preservation mode so I don't go into depression over fictional characters. I'm sure future me will have posts that go through waves of denial and bargaining haha.

I love them so much, but if MK and LF won't give me Daxton endgame, I know that I can write it for myself.

I haven't had much thought for s4 B*nvi and probably won't post anything as I find these attract unsolicited opinions where people feel the need to argue with me. As you know, I love Ben's character arc and I am 100% Team Devi, but I'm Daxton first, and any time I make a comment regarding Ben, it's often taken the wrong way. And nobody got time for that.

S3 Devi was ... a dream? Lol jks.

I loved how she was a better friend to the girls. I loved the growth of her relationship with her mum. I loved her quick wit and banter all boys. I loved that she still made some rash decisions but nothing crazy as previous seasons. Like umm yes girl, throw that drink in your lying ex-boyfriend's face.

I'm sad she let her insecurities affect her relationship with Paxton, but I 100% relate and have been there, so I felt very seen.

I feel like im rambling so I'm gonna leave s4 predictions for another post and will tag you bestie x

#nhie asks #never have i ever #never have i ever netflix #paxton hall yoshida #devi vishwakumar #daxton #nhie #nhie s3

[edgelord-dl6]

MUN AND MUSE QUESTIONS ♡

List 5 of your muse’s favourite sensations.

The feel of hard polished wood beneath his palm

The taste of perfectly brewed sencha

The sight of that man, across the court room

The smell of autumn, clean and cold

The sound of the Steel Samurai opening jingle...

Do they have any pet peeves?

like...so many. everything seems to annoy him, but that’s mostly because of his facial expression. he hates when people ramble, chew too loud, touch him too much, invade his personal space, talk too loud, suck up to him, make snap assumptions, walk too loud, drive too fast, etc. etc. etc.

he’s sort of a control freak - and that should explain everything.

Their comfort read? (could be a book, magazine, comics, etc)

Jane Austen novels!

If  the book they are reading turns out to be shit, do they push through   just for the sake of finishing it, or do they move  on and find  something else?

he needs to formulate a fully informed opinion so - especially if he’s interested in the subject matter - he’ll push through, and get all pissy about it

Their comfort tv show / film

broh you KNOW it’s oldschool Steel Samurai flicks and the original series

A song that is currently stuck in their head? (or multiple)

ohh umm hmm...lol

The next three questions are for you. do you have anything special in common with your character.

we both love our papas. we are both tragic little fancy boys ( ha ha jk...or am i ) but honestly i relate with edgeworth’s negative traits that have to do with his aggressively lone wolf tendencies, wanting to handle everything myself, wanting really badly to be the best and prove myself, all by myself - things he struggled with as a younger guy.

but i also relate to his desire to help people. he’s pretty decent with boundaries i think - he gets involved when he really thinks he can accomplish something - but when he does get involved, he goes all out, and being a rich guy helps lol. i, too, want to spend my disposable income on my friends when they need help, and i really do feel a compulsion to help people like he does. it’s the push and pull of wanting to guard oneself, but wanting to become open to the human experience, love, cooperation, etc. that’s pretty relatable!

oh, also his love of trinkets and his obsessiveness...lmao

What brings you the most joy about writing this character, right now?

oh boy miles is so special to me, and has been for about half of my life. writing him gives me gender euphoria. it helps me explore a snarkier and more succinct side of me that i don’t always get to display. it lets me explore darker feelings and my own relationship with my dad. it lets me be a disgruntled old man but also a persnickety little fop and BOY is that fun. i really do love being a gay man ( who, also, sometimes, loves women?! ) vicariously through him lmao, and i love shipping with him cuz i think he has such a complicated relationship with romance, but he really just invites love.

he is so much fun and i really have you guys to thank for that - you all bring out such excellent sides of him that are surprising and funny and a joy to write.

Who would win in a fight, you or them?

hm i think miles could probably kick a hole through me. also have you seen him? he’s thick! he’s stacked! he could german suplex me into a mahogany desk.

Any advice from your muse?

“seek truth, always. when you think you have found it, dig even deeper - that is your way forward.”

tagged by: @kamipyre​ thank u sweetie!! and thanks for specifying miles!

tagging: i’m getting to this a little late so please steal it from me if you haven’t done it!

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French Inhale // Arlo Dittman X Female Reader Smut

Minors DNI

The new production assistant for Magic Funhouse catches Arlo on a night where he's not being a total tool.

tags: Arlo Dittman x reader, smut, loss of virginity, mentions of a degradation kink, alcohol and marijuana use, slight OOC Arlo because he's relatively calm and I'm still working on getting his voice right

Author's note: I have no idea if there is even an audience for this, but I really want to start posting fan fiction, specifically smut and this is the first one I've ever written that I've actually finished. I have a few other WIPs that I would like to post soon for Helluva Boss and Hazbin Hotel, but if someone ends up liking this maybe I'll delve more into the Brandon Rogers cinematic universe.

I wanted this to be a reader fic, but its my first time writing something like this for others and I made the mistake of making the reader bi and a former stoner so it might be harder for some readers to relate to.

Last note before we get to the good stuff, this came from the fact that I have a degradation kink and would love to be screamed at by Arlo. But I realized that poor man child is a virgin and I wanted his first time to be nice.

By your second week working on the set of Magic Funhouse, you felt like you were finally getting the hang of things. The cast and crew were chaotic to say the least and the star — specifically — was a massive tool. But you were getting to know some of their little quirks and learning the best ways to deescalate the absolutely batshit insane situations they found themselves in.

As their new executive producer, you did everything from man the lights and switch board to fixing the camera whenever one of them inevitably knocked it over and going on coffee runs. It wasn’t the best job, but it was a start and you were beginning to think you might actually be good at it.

Arlo had even stopped using the air horn to tell you when you messed up, opting instead to hurl verbal insults at you. But that was the beginning to be a new problem. You had always liked to be degraded in the bedroom but you never thought it would leak its way into your professional life.

There was something about that man-child, even if he was a total dick face, that made you wish he was bending you over a table while he degraded you. It made you fight back. And in a way, that you thought at least, brought a twinkle to those crazy eyes.

You were about to leave for the night, so you thought you’d try and get a few more words in with the performer before going home and spending the rest of the night with your vibrator. You knocked on his dressing room door.

“Who the fuck is it?” He yelled out.

You opened the door and started to say, “Hey it’s me” when you realized he was quickly pulling his hand out of his pants, trying to brush it off. He looked flushed and high, but he always looked high so that wasn’t new. “Sorry, Arlo. I shouldn’t have walked in like that.” You said sheepishly, thinking about how you would be keeping this image of him in your brain for later.

“Yeah, you really fucking shouldn’t have. What FUCK do you want?” He was yelling but keeping his hands on either sides of legs, looking a bit stiff.

“Oh, I just finished everything I needed to do for the day. And I was going to head out for the night, but I wanted to see if you needed any help with anything before I left.” You felt yourself starting to ramble, nervously you fidgeted with the hem of your skirt.

“Uh, yeah. I do need your help.” He said, which honestly surprised you. You raised your eyebrows, thinking about what you assumed the man had been doing moments ago. Was that what he needed help with? Even if he made your pussy wet, you weren’t sure if that was something you’d be willing to do.

“You do?” You asked him, realizing it was almost nine and that you were the last two in the studio.

“Yeah, I need help finishing this bottle.” He grinned. “And the rest of this fucking weed.”

Umm, what? Normally, you wouldn’t get fucked up with coworkers but you knew this job was pretty unconventional. And you hadn’t had a drink in a while or touched weed since college.

You stood there for a moment trying to decide what to do, but then your curiosity and hormones got the best of you so you sat down next to him and took the bottle from his hands taking a swig. You didn’t finish swallowing before motioning to him to hand you the taxidermied cat bong he was holding.

He obliged lying back on the couch with his hands folded behind his head watching you as if he was judging you and this was some sort of initiation into a secret club. You inhaled and instantly felt like a high schooler again before exhaling the way you always did with a little French inhale.

“That was hot,” he said, looking at you his eyes looking glassy and heated. You tried not to take his comment too seriously, but you felt warmth rush to your lower stomach just at his comment. “Teach me how to do that,” he demanded.

“I don’t really know how to teach it. I learned how to do it in high school and I’ve just always done it that way ever since.” There you go rambling again. Was it extra warm in his dressing room or was it just you? “This girl I liked did it and I thought it was hot, so I thought if I did it. I’d be hot too, I guess. Glad to know it still works.”

His face turned and he looked down at his lap and you realized what a mistake you had made. Mentioning high school probably was a trigger for him. You knew his past. You knew he had been in a coma since he was a child and only woke up a few years ago. No wonder he was such an asshole, he missed all the years when everyone is an asshole before most of them grow up and grow out of it.

“I can try and teach you, but I need to hit it again to try and think of how I can explain it. It’s basically instinct to me at this point.” He handed it back to you and you took another hit, this time really thinking about the motions of what you were doing.

“Okay so you take a large puff and hold it in your mouth… then you part your lips slowly letting it escape out of your mouth and maybe like use your tongue to push it up and out. That’s when you inhale through your nose.”

“Okay, okay. I got this. Give it to me,” he snatched the bong from your hands and gave it a shot. He failed miserably and even started coughing a bit. You reached forward and patted his back in a sad attempt to comfort him. Whatever it was, it was weird and you yanked your hand back as if you were a child who just touched a hot stove.

“It’s okay. It’s a bit hard at first. I remember I used to just sit in front of the mirror and watch myself for hours before I actually got it right. I never ended up learning any other tricks. They’re all hard.” He looked up at you, eyes wide and even more bloodshot than before. You wondered how red your eyes were about to be. He looked so soft and almost sweet and you realized this was one of the most pleasant and calm moments you had ever spent with him. “Try again. Maybe jut out your jaw a bit when you release the smoke. That might make it easier.”

He hit it again and you leaned back on the couch taking a swig of the bottle as you watched him. The drink wasn’t very good but you hadn’t been properly sauced in a while and decided tonight would be as good as any. It would also calm your nerves a bit. You hoped he didn’t notice the way your hands shook when you had pulled back from touching him.

This time he wasn’t quite there but it was definitely better than before. At least he wasn’t coughing. “You’re getting better,” You said with a smile that he reciprocated. Man, almost-nice Arlo was weird.

“I’ll keep practicing. But I’ve been hogging it. Your turn.” He handed it to you, and you questioned if you should keep going. You had been a major stoner in high school and college, but you stopped when you realized how lazy it was making you. You knew that even though your tolerance had been high at one point, it most definitely wasn’t anymore. But part of you wanted to see where the night went if you lost a bit of control.

You hit it again, and realized you were already feeling really high from the first two hits. And the warmth in your belly was growing from the combination of the alcohol and being so close to such a pretty man.

You handed the bong back to him, but he just set it down on the table. “You look really stoned,” he said.

“Ugh, do I? I haven’t smoked in a few years so my tolerance is low. I thought yours would be high though Arlo, but your eyes are bloodshot as hell.”

“This is some good shit. Something with moon rocks.” Your eyes widened at that. It would be a while before you were able to drive home. You resigned to drink a little more since now you knew you were stuck here for a while longer. “Shit, I remember moon rocks. I’m already feeling it but I’m about to be fucking weird.”

“About to be?” You smacked him on the chest playfully hoping it didn’t come across too much as flirting but also wondering if that wouldn’t be so bad. This side of Arlo, without the stressors and spotlights, was actually nice.

The two of you talked for hours about so many random subjects, about the show and other crew, your rebellious past and you even broached the subject of his parents and the coma at one point. He joked and teased but you dished it right back out to him, but it was fun. You were really enjoying him for once. Not just wanting him to hate fuck you against a wall.

At a certain point, he even mastered the French inhale and you stood up on the table and applauded, having forgotten about your plans to sober up at some point you had continued to drink and smoke here and there. You were still standing on the table, doing your best impression of Cronis kissing his stacks of money when you tripped and almost fell but he caught you, a little clumsily but he caught you.

Your skirt had ridden up, certainly giving him a decent view of your lace underwear (you liked to feel pretty even if no one was going to see you in them). The feeling of your breasts pressed against his chest even through the fabric of your shirts made you exhale sharply. He huffed, eyes locking with yours for a moment before setting you down on the couch and sitting a little further away from you than before. You were a bit confused, but pretty fucked up and horny so you made a strange decision.

You got on all fours and crawled on the couch to him. The v-neck of your shirt falling down, revealing a lot of cleavage. Heat rushed to his face but he looked almost scared. You started to regret what you were doing but you felt like you had to fully commit to not embarrass yourself. Once you were practically on his lap, you looked up at him with big puppy dog eyes. “Arlo, do you want to know a secret?”

He gulped. “Uh, yes.”

“I like it when you’re a jerk to me.”

His looked very confused. “Uh-what do you mean?”

You sat down next to him, realizing this might be harder than you thought. “Don’t get me wrong. I like seeing this softer side to you. But when you berate me in front of everyone, it turns me on.”

It looked like his eyes were about to pop out of his head. You decided to go bold, and settled yourself back in his lap. Your pulse quickened as you felt him go hard underneath you but you didn’t want to go any further before you got verbal consent from him. This was probably too far but your skin was practically buzzing from all the weed and alcohol and his lap just looked so inviting.

“Aren’t you a lesbian?” He asked.

You sputtered. “What? No,” then you realized where he got that from. The girl you told him about that inspired you to learn how to French inhale. “Oh, fuck. I’m bi.”

He looked a little confused.

“I like girls and guys.” You clarified and with that his face lit up.

“Fuck, that’s hot. I forgot that was thing now.” You wanted to correct him. Bisexuality had always been a thing, just less accepted and he was in a coma when people really started to come to terms with how fluid sexuality is but he grabbed your chin and pulled you in for a frenzied kiss. The feeling of his lips against yours, especially in this drugged state, was heavenly. He was a bit of a sloppy kisser, but you didn’t care and you doubted you were giving your best performance in this state.

You deepened the kiss, prying his lips open with your tongue and pushing it into his mouth. You ran your tongue along his and he let out a groan that made you squeeze your legs forgetting that he was between your thighs. Arlo bucked his hips into yours and then his hands wrapped around your waste pulling you as close to him as you could possibly be without taking your clothes off.

The two of you made out like this for a while, grinding your hips together and both making some of the most pornographic noises you’ve ever heard from yourself and partner from what was basically just dryhumping.

Panting, you drew apart to catch your breath but pressed your forehead against his not wanting to be too far from the dickhead. You could feel his growing bulge in his pants and your panties were getting embarrassingly wet. “Do you want to—?” He started to ask, but you cut him off.

“Have sex?” You finished for him.

“Fuck, yes.” You kissed him again. This time was a bit slower, less frantic. You ground your hips down onto him, loving the feeling of his hardness against your clothed sex. Then he pulled away. “Just warning you, I don’t have much experience.”

“That’s okay,” you assured him. “You’ll figure it out.” You dove in for another kiss halting to ask, “Do you have a condom?”

“Shit, no. Do you?”

You heaved. “No.” He practically whined at that. “I have a birth control implant. And I get tested between partners. What about you?”

“I don’t take birth control. I’m a boy,” he said with a shrug.

“You’re not a boy. You’re a man, especially if you want to be having sex.” You chided him for what was either a dumb joke or pure stupidity on his part. “When’s the last time you were tested?”

“Never,” he said. Ugh, this was disappointing. You were so close and the only barrier you had was an utter lack of condom. You started to get off his lap, but he grabbed you by the waist and pulled you back down. Shuddering at the feeling of you abruptly falling into his lap, he whispered the next few words. “I don’t exactly have any experience.”

“You’re a virgin?” He nodded. You guessed that made sense, but you had thought he would have had sex at some point since coming out of his coma. Especially given how frequently the subject seemed to come up on the set of the children’s television program he hosted. “Okay, are you sure you want to do this?”

“Fuck yes,” he said, before pulling you back to him with a searing kiss. His skills were improving, just in the last half hour or so since you shared your first kiss.

Just a few moments later, you pulled off your top and bra. His eyes glued to your tits, he balled up his fists into the material of your skirt. “Go ahead, touch them.” Once given permission, he didn’t need to be told twice, his hands went straight to your chest. He cupped your breasts and ran his thumbs over your pert nipples. You groaned at the touch.

“Take off your shirt, Arlo,” you ordered, but before he could even start unbuttoning it, you started it for him. You pushed it off his shoulders and placed your hands flat against his chest. “Pants too,” the two of you parted quickly. Both stripping down to nothing.

As soon as those boxers were down his hips, you grabbed a hold of cock and he let out of whine as you pushed him back down on the couch. You gathered saliva in your mouth, spitting it on his dick to lube it up before pumping it into your hand. As you stroked him, you could feel him throbbing in your tight grip. The sensation sent a rush of heat to your core and made you gush so much you were dripping down your thighs with arousal. You reached down and touched your own sex with the your hand, gathering slick with your digit.

Usually, you refused to have sex with anyone who wouldn’t go down on you first but you were already soaking and it was his first time so you didn’t want to put too much pressure on him to do anything he didn’t want to do. “F-fuck, Arlo, you still good? You ready?” He grabbed your head by the hair at the back of your neck, yanking your head in for another kiss in response.

You took that as Yes, so you pushed him to lie on his back and crawled back on top of him. You locked eyes with him before lining up his tip with your entrance and sinking down on him, reveling in the feeling of him filling you. You both groaned and Once he was fully sheathed in you, you stayed there for a moment giving him time to take in the sensations. He may not have been the one getting stretched, but you knew he was a twenty nine year-old virgin and you wanted to make it last as long as you could. You had a feeling he wouldn’t last long though by the way his face contorted in pleasure from the mere feeling of your warmth around him. You leaned down to plant a short and sweet kiss on his lips before you started rocking against his hips.

You started with slow, languid movements at first, but he clearly became fed up with this teasing because he began thrusting his hips in time with each of your bounces. He looked so beautiful between your legs and that normally loud mouth of his was shut other than the moans that escaped from his lips.

His hands wandered all over your body before settling back on your breasts. He groped them rougher this time, looking intently at the way your nipples pebbled at his touch. He rolled them between his fingers, making your thrusts onto him falter. The performer leaned down, sucking as much of your right breast into his mouth that he could fit.

“F-fuck, Arlo. That feels good,” you said praising him and he suckled on your nipple before, slowly released with a slight graze of his teeth against your bud. He dragged a kiss from one mound to the other on your chest and replicated the same motions in your other nipple. You were surprised he was even putting this much effort in, not just sitting back and enjoying the show like you expected him to but you were grateful because the divine feeling went straight to your neglected clit.

You decided you would take matters into your own hands so you reached down and grazed tight circles around the swollen bundle of nerves. The movement distracted him from his attention to your chest, he hungrily watched your deft fingers playing with yourself as he disappeared into your greedy cunt.

He slapped your hand away and you were about to protest, but he replaced it with his own. He grazed his thumb lightly across your clit, before circling it and trying his best to copy what he remembered you doing moments before.

The touch from him, though clearly a new action for him, made your thighs quiver and your thrusts falter so you were glad by now he was pulling a lot of the weight in that department. The sound of smacking flesh was music to your ears as he jackhammered into you. Tension began to coil in your lower belly and you started to lose any semblance on composure you had before. Your moans grew louder and louder with each thrust.

“Fuck, I-I’m going to cum,” he yelled out and you were about to tell him to cum anywhere he likes but you were too late. His hips stuttered and you could feel his cock pulsing as he emptied himself inside of you. Spent, you collapsed onto him as soon as he finished painting your walls with his seed and kissed him hard. You wrapped your arms around each other and basked in the afterglow of the mess you made of one another.

You may not have cum, but you were spent from all the tension. You really didn’t expect to once you learned it would be his first time. And he came pretty close to getting you over that threshold, which you thought was actually pretty impressive for his first time.

He stayed inside of you for a few minutes as the both of you gasped for air. The room was silent, the sounds of sex having ceased and both of you too tired to utter a word. But even after he pulled out, he clung on to you like a life raft keeping him afloat. It was so nice to be held like this. It has been so long since someone had wanted to cuddle after sex. You were so lost in your thoughts it took you a moment to realize his seed was spilling out of you. You jumped up, surprising him and looked around the room for something to clean yourself up with.

His brows furrowed, “What’s wrong?”

“I need something to clean up your cum,” you said, your eyes scanning the room for something you could use. He put one hand on your hip, keeping you on top of him as he reached down under the couch to grab a box of tissues. He handed them to you and you thanked him before really thinking about how it was a strange place to put them. “Why were these under your couch?” You asked.

“You interrupted my post-show jack off session. I had to hide them somewhere,” you giggled a bit at that as you patted yourself clean before moving on to wipe away the cum that spilled out on to him and the couch.

“I fucking knew it, so you were just trying to get your dick wet when you offered me a drink?”

“I was trying to get to know my favorite employee,” he said nuzzling his face into your chest sheepishly, before retreating slightly to add, “I thought about what it would be like to fuck you but I’ve convinced myself I’d be a virgin forever.”

“Well, now you know that’s not true.” You said before pressing your lips to sweat soaked forehead.

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Brave the Darkness

Previously titled “Blunt Force Ghost Trauma” but since no ghosts actually get served onscreen I changed it. Also because like Halros and the Very Bad Time it isn’t uhhh.... funny enough for that kind of title!

(warnings for Candaith Going Thru It but there’s no like blood or anything)

Somehow, the cold was coming from inside his bones. The chill was ice in his marrow. Radanir visibly shook next to him, as did some of the others. He was hard-pressed not to tremble. Halbarad, his companions, they would all have to stand strong together. They had been warned off once by the Oath-breakers in this cursed place. Candaith supposed these were not the sort of spirits to give a second warning. 

The frostbite within only sharpened as he continued further onto the Forsaken Road. With a glance over his shoulder, he wondered if Thurvi- his shadow in this lightless place- had ever felt such a chill in the Mountains of his homeland. The Guardian seldom spoke of the land of his birth, of the Dwarven city of Kechel, nor of Dwimorberg whose fell name lay like a shadow over their quest. Perhaps he hoped not to discourage his companions. Perhaps the dwarves did not venture near enough to these places to know them so well.

Candaith had become accustomed to the mask his friend had acquired in Lhanuch. The Grey Company’s enemies were Thurvi’s enemies as well-- and they knew his face. Though there were likely few Dwarves in Enedwaith, he sought to protect them with his anonymity. It was the same logic behind their ‘uniform’. Though a dwarf traveling with a bunch of Dunedain was going to stand out like a hobbit in Othrikar, Candaith appreciated every precaution. 

After all, his friend had kept the company from danger more than once. Though quiet, he was quick to action and sturdier than the rest of them. The last Candaith had seen of Thurvi before his summons, the dwarf had been preparing to head to Angmar with nothing but a large club and a scavenged shield. But the Grey Company’s odd companion out had returned from parts unknown with a dwarf-make axe of strange metal, and a shield with the unmistakable stylings of Khazad-dûm. 

It was only too bad there was no time to stop for a fire. If the Guardian could coax a spark from the bed of the Anduin, he would not be much surprised. Still, the Grey Company needed more than warmth to kindle their hopes. This was a desperate gamble, but one Candaith believed in. If they could gather this host of the dead on behalf of their Chieftain, if they could muster an army unhindered by death nor pain nor hunger-

Maybe it was not such a vain hope or a far-fetched plan! Surely the Oath-breakers tired of existing like this? Did they not long for peace? Candaith did. His kin yearned for it, as did the Eglain, the people he had spent so much time near. The heir of Isildur could bring it. He believed that. Surely the Dead- if not motivated by honor- could only see the release from their curse as gain! A swift, deathless army to bring peace to the world. An invincible host at Aragorn’s command…

“This seems to me a good sign, Thurvi!” he whispered, turning back to his companion. It was dimmer still here, but they could both carry on. “If the Oath-breakers will fulfill their oath to Isildur, we will command an army the like of which has never been seen in Middle-earth. Surely victory will not be far behind!” His comment was met with only a tight smile. This place weighed heavily on them all. 

But soon they would be free of it. Of this, he was certain. 

Another shade flickered into view before them. The Dead all appeared able to hide themselves from sight if they wished, and it was an effective intimidation tactic. Based on the temperature, this could be none other than Britou before them. Idly, he wondered if Dwarves were hardier to this fell atmosphere than Men. Candaith stopped and his Guardian friend came to stand beside him. 

If it was a show of force the Dead wanted, so be it. They acquitted themselves well, though Candaith found the glacial air sapped his strength and stiffened his limbs. He looked to Thurvi but could see no sign he was in any way affected. Britou was probing for weakness, but he would find none. There was strength in the Dunedain. Candaith would not fail his brothers. 

Back to back they fought on. Ghostly blades rang against their steel, but these Dead did not move with the same fell determination as others had. Doubt began to chip through the frost around Candaith’s heart. Was Britou toying with them? This test was little more than a farce for his amusement. What then? Did he desire proof? More learned foes than he had doubted the line of Kings remained unbroken. What would the Dead on the Forsaken Road know of the way Aragorn’s ancestors had endured?

They cared little for the living, that much was clear. They threw around insults, hurled belittling words without thought. The Dead had nothing but contempt for them. Indeed, with the bones of travelers and the plague of shades above ground, what evidence did they have that any of the Oath-breakers’ intentions were honest?

Hah. He was a fool for giving them the benefit of the doubt. But no longer! If they would not be swayed by words or arms, let them be swayed with power. 

“Hold!” He thrust his blade through yet another shade with a shout and commanded the attention of the leader of the Dead. Candaith was breathing hard. The doubt had wormed its way in deep, but he could not let it end like this. Greed was a powerful enough motivator for any Man, even those among the Dead. 

“I have the authority to command you and all your kind, Britou!” He straightened up, emboldened by a confidence he could not feel but must not let waver. "For I...I am the Heir of Isildur!"

He could feel Thurvi’s eyes upon him, as well as the attention of the Dead. The cold was like a rock in Candaith’s chest. As long as they were in peril, he could not falter, but every breath became heavier. It seemed the very air was hardening to stone and ice within him. 

Britou fell silent. For a long moment he stared, sizing Candaith up. Now was not the time for fear. More than ever, he was grateful for the mask. It was as much a shield as the one his Guardian wielded. Perhaps his and Thurvi’s uses for them were more alike than he had thought. 

"What evidence do you have that this be so?" 

Britou’s voice reverberated off the frozen walls. Now more than ever the cold pained him. Candaith tried not to wince as he drew the breath to answer. Taking a finger of his glove in his teeth, he slid it off without lowering his sword. "Only this: the Ring of Barahir, heirloom of Isildur's line!"

After all, they had been made for one purpose: to deceive the enemy. Why not use it now, as it had been intended, for their advantage? 

It was a long while still before Britou spoke again. “I see.” The cavern was still. “We will fulfill our oath at last, that the Heir may lift the curse. Tell your Men."

Candaith could not breathe a sigh of relief. The cold had taken him, and it was all he could do to nod, to turn around, to look for the relief that must be plain on Thurvi’s face. 

It was not there to greet him. Candaith saw only fear.

"But that is not the Ring of Barahir, and you are not the Heir of Isildur."

He did not have time to think. There was ice on his skin now, on his fingers. Cold pierced him. Thurvi was moving faster than Candaith had ever seen him go. There was a horrible rending of metal, and the ice splintered under his skin. Dust and rock rose up to meet him. 

There was a black and frozen pause. Trapped within a pincushion of ice, Candaith did not notice at first that he was being moved. He could clear little space in his lungs to cry out, and he could not coax his algid limbs to motion. Too many frosted shards had gathered themselves within him. They cut like glass, tore at his mind, and ate at his heart. He knew naught of what was transpiring, only that he had failed his kin. He had led them to this place of ruin, and now he was to join the miserable Dead. 

His whole body was jolted up and sideways. A single pauldron came into view. Thurvi! Candaith’s tears were surely frozen, but he felt the warmth of relief thaw them a little. It mingled with the heat of shame long enough to warm sensation back into him. There was new pain too. His back was taut and tearing as Thurvi hurried him away. With a final cry, his awareness too failed on the cursed road. 

Something was trying to crush him. A pressure bound him, constricted his thoughts. He could not will himself to move or to breathe. So Candaith struggled. The now-familiar cold had abated some, but it had not released its stranglehold on him. He had failed, but for now desperation overrode his shame. The others-- his brothers were nearby! If nothing else they needed a warning, they needed to know that no Dead would ride by their side save to run them down. 

Candatih fought to turn over. He had fallen flat before Britou in that frozen chamber, and now he must get up! He must get up or let his brothers be slaughtered for his reckless gambit--

“Fool! Be still, Candaith!” 

A hand, warm and living, reached him from the darkness. It held his shoulder with a gentle firmness that made him pause. There was no time for this! So far underground, they needed every moment to escape.

The crack of a log fire hoisted him up from the dark then flung him down into awareness. His waking senses hit him with force and the air was driven once more from his lungs. Suddenly Candaith discovered he could feel, only to wish desperately that he could not. What had once been solid ice had thawed, and his whole body burned in the spaces where it had been. He turned to push his face into whatever had been beneath his ear. Candaith was on the ground, and pain trampled him flat. 

The hand was joined by another on his other shoulder. He tried to smother a rising scream as the fire was stoked again by his squirming. 

“Candaith, listen to me.” The voice was familiar, but it was as full of uncertainty as he was. “We are out of there now, but you are lucky to be with us! Lie still if you can. If you are too stubborn to listen, it will be hard to bring you back to Lhanuch alive! We will give you…” Here the voice paused, and with more clarity came a growing certainty that Candaith had never heard Radanir more distressed. “We will give you something for the pain.”

“Radanir!” Halbarad’s voice cut through the fire and the relief was like a balm. More crushing a blow than the catastrophe he knew would have been the loss of their leader. Halbarad was the cord that held them together in Aragorn’s absence. They would follow him with the same loyalty and should he be lost grieve for him with the same sorrow. 

But Halbarad lived. It brought Candaith less comfort than he had hoped. 

“Hold him up. We must do something for the wound before we try moving again.” It was not at all what his leaden limbs wanted to hear. This time Candaith could not stifle a groan as Radanir hefted him like a sack of potatoes. 

“You could not… be more careful?” The words sounded strained to his own ears, but as his head was being rested over one of Radanir’s shoulders like a sickly infant’s, he would not get to see a reaction. 

That did not stop Radanir from having one. “And you could not stop from telling falsehoods to the undying shades of traitors!"

It brought down a deathly quiet. A popping ember rang as loud into the night as a thunderclap. Radanir had gone as stiff as a statue, and only after a long pause could Halbarad get things moving again. 

“It is a grave wound, but it might have been much worse.” Candaith could feel the sleeves of his tunic, but the back had been torn asunder. Now exposed to the night air, he wished for the blanket or cover that had seemed so smothering a moment ago. Halbarad was moving the fabric. Every pull jostled the nettles that had taken up residence in his limbs. He tried to push away, but Radanir held him up under his arms. 

“If we have to set you back down, there will be less firelight to work by.” The words were terse, but there was an undercurrent of concern nonetheless. Radanir was right, Candaith was a fool. It was becoming more and more obvious just how close he’d been to being a dead one. 

To his surprise, Thurvi stepped into his narrow field of vision. The dwarf offered out his hand. Weakly, Candaith took it.

“Distract him if you can, Thurvi.” Halbarad instructed. “We are lucky he is awake but we might have been luckier were he not- at least, not for this.”

Candaith was reluctant to meet the Guardian’s eye. It had been a rather poor performance on the Forsaken Road. He had shamed himself and shamed the entire Company. Only by a miracle was he out under the stars instead of rotting among the Dead. To his surprise, Thurvi did not attempt to make conversation just yet but began sliding up the metal mask that had long covered his face. 

Despite everything- or perhaps because of it- Candaith could not bite back a delirious laugh. “You have a line! Clear… right across your face from cheek to cheek, over the bridge of your nose-”

Halbarad chose that moment to strike. Something cold and stinging coursed down his open wounds. He gritted his teeth and tried to crush Thurvi’s hand and Radanir’s arm. The work had begun in earnest. Now, Halbarad would not stop until everything was dressed to his satisfaction. 

Thruvi pulled his hand down. Attention diverted, Candaith managed to look up. “Your cloak did not make it, I’m afraid.” The Guardian said in a solemn tone. “Alas, it was the first casualty. And my shield gave its life for yours. Cursed be the blades wielded against the craftsmanship of Khazad-dûm!”

Candaith could not laugh. Thurvi’s heart was not in the attempt at wounded pride. It was hardly the shield of his homeland, and besides that it called to attention a more glaring absence. 

Ignoring the agony behind him, he ground out a question. “The others…?” His mind flew to Linnor, his and Saeradan’s friend, to Calithil who he had last seen by Radanir’s side. Old Hodhon and Himeldir had been there as well, they who had been fraught with worry over Dagoras’ capture and thick as thieves again upon his return. 

Thurvi’s face was more exposed now than it had been underground. The mask was pushed into his hood on top of his head. Candaith did not know if his friend was old for a Dwarf, but he looked older than he had the last time his face was on display. 

“Scattered.” he said at last, “We lost all the torches as the Dead gave chase. You and I were tempting enough targets to allow the others space to run. If they were pursued to the road or to the bluffs, I do not know. We ran into Halbarad and then Radanir in the dark.”

Candaith tried to focus on the words instead of the pain. Whatever salve Halbarad had conjured burned as fiercely as his shame. Loath might he be to admit it under other circumstances, Radanir was right. Who was he to command the Oath-breakers? What right did he have to try!

There was little left of his strength. Candaith used it to first return Thurvi’s grip on his hand, and then to better support himself on Radanir’s arm. Neither he nor Halbarad had spoken again, and it was time for Candaith to acknowledge the disaster on all their minds. 

“I should never have-- I would give my life a thousand times... to be even the smallest help to Aragorn… That was all… all I-” Halbarad took his shoulders and started to tip him back. The movement clouded his vision so completely he could hardly be sure he was still awake. Numbness started to overpower him and Candaith did not have the strength to be alarmed by the empty wave. 

The void held him captive for a moment. But, vigilant Pain was quick to revive him as bandages met the raw edges of his wounds. He was slumped in a sitting position as Thurvi held him up and Halbarad finished wrapping the tender flesh. Candaith was given something bitter from a water flask, and then worked up the courage to try and speak again.

“I am… sorry-” he croaked from the ice-carved hollow in his chest. 

“If you are sorry, Candaith, I am doubly so.” Halbarad’s voice was thick with worry, and regret. “For had I not sought to make copies of the Ring of Barahir, had I been more focused on keeping us from danger, this never would have occurred.”

Halbarad finished tying off the bandages, and Candaith was surprised to find Radanir waiting there at his shoulder. He was without a cloak, as were the others, and did not waste time in guiding his dead-limbed companion to where the collected fabric was balled up into a makeshift bedroll. Far though they were from a suitable camp, he was going to see that Candaith had some small comfort. Not Thurvi, not Halbarad, but Radanir who was rightfully furious with him. 

Of all their companions, he was one of the least likely to shy away from saying what he meant. There was no quip too untimely, no sentiment best left unsaid. No doubt it was why he had taken on this task. Halbarad was too noble to scold a man on death’s porch if not it’s doorstep. And something about Thurvi’s tight-lipped expression had told him that the Guardian had seen the events transpire in an entirely different light.

Of one thing Candaith was sure: whatever reproach Radanir had ready for him would be well-deserved. Only, Candaith did not know if he could bear it. He had almost just gotten eight of their number killed in an ill-advised attempt to sway the Dead- the Dead who were known chiefly for their treachery! He feared the long night as he had been frightened of the long road underground. What if the others had not made it out? Their blood would be on his hands, and he would have to meet the rest of the Company alone with his shame.

No doubt his chief critic would be Radanir. Radanir who had been forced to flee with the others, who had stumbled across Thurvi in the dark, who must have been told the tale from the eyes of an observer- and the only one of them who could never have done the same in his place! 

Still he could not help but to look. Candaith turned his head to the side and found Radanir’s stare fixed on him. Guilt swept over him again before it was replaced by great confusion and worry. The firelight illuminated anger, yes, but also vivid fear that took a moment for Radanir to conceal. 

“I suppose I prefer you a living fool rather than a dead one.” The irritation in his tone was as empty as Candaith felt. “Still,” here an edge of something crept back in, “do not ever attempt such a thing again.”

As much as he wanted to assure Radanir that he would not dream of it- that he was shaken to find a lesson learned had nearly cost his and his kinsmen’s lives- Halbarad had designs of his own. Whatever herbs had been in the water were beginning to take effect. The pain of his wound was no distraction anymore. Already sensation was floating away. It felt as if he would dissolve if it began to rain, like dust on stonework. Candaith could no more keep his eyes open than he could leap up and begin the search for the rest of their group or to share the burden his decision placed on them. 

He could no longer see the light of the fire when Radanir’s hand came to rest carefully on his shoulder. Their companions were discussing something too quietly for him to hear. It would not be long now before Halbarad’s bitter potion forced him to rest. 

“That was a fear so cold I thought I would never be warm again.” Radanir’s voice was nearly lost to the cushioning effect of the medicine on his ears. “But I would prefer to never be rid of it than to lose even one of my brothers.”

The candor in Radanir’s words did not absolve him, but it was a balm to a hurt no healer could treat. Comforted beyond measure, Candaith could at last bear to face the night and any troubled dreams it could conjure.

#this one went through way less rigor than halros and the bad time so #and i settled on quote/unquote Thurvi because a joke name did not feel right in this context #the context of candaith living but getting rekt #lotro #candaith #writing #umm umm tags it's just more rambling honestly #i did not put down any guardian-specific skills in this bad boy #but please know i meant 1) brutal charge 2) shield smash 3) any of the draw aggro so the other rangers could escape #yes i did end up ambiguously sparing them #i couldn't do it #i couldn't read the transcript of the session play talking about all the dead rangers and NOT get attached #also unpopular opinion but it wasn't the WORST idea Candaith could've come up with especially with all the heavy handed foreshadowing #i mean it makes sense #it was stupid but it made sense

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Thank You (Luka Couffaine x Reader)

Summary (Part 1/probably 3): The author goes on a bit of a tangent about how Y/N goes on a bit of a tangent about Viperion. Who may just have a little, big ol' crush on them?

Tags: -not enough actual relationship -fluff -but like, a weird sprinkling of angst that I didn't plan on right at the end???

Word count: 1.6k

A/N: Inspired by this fic by @seriously-sirius-black <3. Luka? OOC? Idk, probably, I don’t write fanfic. But I am actually kinda proud of how well Alya turned out. Writing this made me realize how much of a mom friend I apparently headcanon her as. I wrote this gender-and-as-everything-else-neutral as I can make it (lemme know if you see ways I can improve, tho idk how much more fanfic I'll even be writing). Also, I freakin' RAMBLE and overuse italics, but ya get what ya get and ya don't gotta fret. Ooh, important note for future parts (if i write them) - this is a kinda!au where the miraculous users keep their miraculous. also if I had a nickel for every time I get awkwardly specific about the placement of both of a character’s hands I’d have TWO nickels. Happy reading!! <3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3

Part I - Paris's Cutiest Heroes

The look currently on Marinette’s face as she sputtered out a response was priceless, “Cat Noir? Cat Noir!? What makes you think I’d find Cat Noir attractive at all? And- and- HIM- the cutest superhero! Ridiculous!”

“Utterly ridiculous?”

“Nice one, Alya”

“Thank you so much, Y/N,” you gave Alya a high five on your way to your seat next to Juleka and Rose on the couch facing Marinette and Alya. A sunny Friday after school was the perfect place for Kitty Section and their entourage to hang out. Unfortunately without Ivan and Mylène, seeing as their anniversary called for a private celebration. After pushing a couple couches onto the deck of The Liberty, Alya had predictably started talking about Paris's resident hero team. Today, she chose to ask everyone who they deemed the cutest, and she made sure to jump on Marinette's... interesting response, “And girl, he has the same silky golden hair and dreamy emerald eyes as Adrien Agreste. What’s utterly ridiculous is you freaking out and dodging every time we bring up superheroes!”

The designated snack-boy, Luka, walked out precariously carrying three bowls of goodies for everyone, “Alright, I got more popcorn. Sorry, but looks like we’re out of cheese flavoring, Y/N”

“Oh... that’s fine. I honestly wasn’t expecting it since I forgot to ask,” your free hand not reaching for the bowl rubbed the back of your neck, “but thanks for remembering.”

“Oh, um yeah- Always," is it creepy to remember something so specific? Someone as nice as Y/N wouldn't be interested in some creep. Ugh. Luka took a seat with his own bowl after passing Alya and Marinette theirs. He ended up next to you on the floor, leaning against the arm of the couch, dangerously close to touching your legs.

Rose reached for the popcorn as she interjected, “You know, Alya does have a point. So Marinette, why don’t you just tell us who you think the cutest superhero is, if you don’t like us guessing?”

Somehow Marinette’s face went even paler as she spoke, “What- I mean, I don’t- I haven’t thought- Wha- what about Y/N? Why aren’t you interrogating them?”

Alya crossed her arms, “Because Y/N says the same thing about the same hero every day. Just watch. Ahem, Y/N, care to weigh in on the cuteness level of our lovely Parisian superheroes?”

You looked up from the bowl you had stolen back from Rose with wide eyes, "Hey! Okay, no, that is not fair! Besides, what is our criteria for 'cute'? I mean... Are we going just by physical characteristics? Is costume a factor? What about the animal they're representing, could our opinion of that make this whole thing unfair? And cuteness is so subjective anyway... Why are we even reducing these amazing and honorable superheroes to just their looks? I mean we could be talking about skill, or their powers or power lev-"

"-And your answer would be exactly the same. Seriously, are you done trying- and might I add, failing- to talk yourself out of this one yet? Or should I just read the article you wrote for the Ladyblog?"

"You said you deleted that!"

Luka had perked his head up at your initial fumbling response and turned to you when he spoke, "You wrote an article? That's pretty cool."

You rubbed your face to try and distract yourself from the burning embarrassment, "Umm, yeah. But it was terrible and extremely not. worth. publishing." You hoped the glare you sent the girl in question was enough to scare her into deleting it on the spot, or to at least lie about it, "So Alya kindly deleted it, right?"

Sitting up with a smug look and crossed arms severely lowered your faith that she'd keep quiet. "A good journalist archives everything. Especially something as juicy as one of her besties going on for five thousand words about how dreamy the great Viperion is," dramatically fake-fainting into Marinette's lap, Alya could barely finish before bursting out in laughter. Of course, quickly followed by the others joining in to varying degrees. Juleka and Rose happily giggled to themselves, Marinette looked more relieved that the heat was off her, and Luka seemed to be shocked, or maybe just holding back to see how you were taking this.

Horribly. Horribly embarrassed would describe how you were taking this conversation. You sat there stock-still as you hoped that none of the others could hear your heart's desperate attempts to pound its way out of your chest. That's certainly all you could hear, at least until Alya's voice brought you out of it, "Hey, it's fine," she made her way over to sit next to you as she continued, "We all have our little hero crushes. That's why I bring it up all the time, to show you that it's totally normal! I mean, we all know how I could go on about Carapace for days," Alya gestured for the others to continue, and used her other hand to try and comfort you.

"Well, I find Ladybug to be just absolutely adorable and so kind.... oh it just makes me so happy knowing she's keeping all of Paris safe," Rose added softly.

Juleka brushed a strand of hair aside as she spoke, "Rena Rouge is super mysterious, pretty rad in my opinion."

Alya was rubbing your back like the mom friend she is to try and help encourage you, "See? Super normal, so go ahead and release all this pent up Viperion energy that I know you have. Maybe it'll encourage Marinette here to finally join in the fun!" Alya stuck her tongue out at her best friend, who responded promptly by smashing her face into a pillow.

You just sighed, "I mean- it’s- it can't just-'' were you supposed to just get over it all just like that? Well, at least the embarrassment was wearing off, maybe you could just entertain her for a bit, "Well- um, you see.... HisHairJustLooksReallySoftAnd- you know what. Nope. Can't do anymore of this. Yep- that's all you're getting out of me!" This time when everyone started giggling, you were able to comfortably join them. It was a nice feeling.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

A nice evening chilling out with your friends was always welcome, especially with the rising number of akumatizations making that less possible. But the night had come to a close. Alya and Marinette went home, Juleka was walking Rose back herself, and Luka and you had volunteered to clean up. Luka stopped drying the cup in his hand for a minute as he looked at you, “Um, I know it might not be my place, but I want you to know that you don’t have to be embarrassed about the whole... Viperion thing.” God, how am I supposed to take the news that MY crush has a crush on.... Sort of me? Am I supposed to count it as me at all?

“Oh, um. Yeah, thanks. I think I’m over the embarrassment now that it’s out. I don’t know, it’s just that a lot of people think it’s weird since he’s kind of a new hero,” how are you supposed to explain this to him? That you kept such a non-issue secret from him, especially without getting suspiciously defensive about it. “And then people use that to try and say that I only like him for his looks..... And that’s not it! I don’t know, it’s kind of.... A lot? To explain, that is.” This was not going well.

“Oh... Well, what is it? That you like about him, I guess.”

This was so not going well. But he was waiting for a response so... “Uh, well I guess it did kinda start..... that way.... but then I started doing research. I learned about his power and saw videos of his fights. He’s really good! Especially for being so new, which kinda goes into why his power makes me like him so much.” Shit. Rambling, I’m just talking and talking and I need to stop. But how am I supposed to change the subject now? And now Luka’s sitting down, and he seems so invested. Why does this have to happen to me?

“What do you mean by that?”

Luka’s voice kindly shuts your little thought-spiral in its tracks. What were you saying? Oh, Viperion’s powers! You can talk about this, you know this. Just keep talking, at least he seems interested in it, “Well, you know how he can go back and redo the last couple of minutes?” Luka nodded, “Well, we always see the time that worked out. Us civilians get to keep going from the one time it all went right. Just imagine all the times he failed, all the times he couldn’t get it right. It could be dozens, maybe even hundreds of times! He must get so discouraged at some point, I mean I know I would.... I guess I didn’t really think about it at first, but.... but, I doubt I could keep that determination, and I’m so glad Paris has a hero who can, and does.”

Silence. Why was it so quiet? Oh no, he thinks I’m weird. He must think-

“All of this from ‘his hair looks soft’?”

“Hey! You can’t tell me not to be embarrassed, then make fun of me! That’s against the rules!”

Luka chuckled as he said, “Against what rules, exactly?”

“The Rules Of Best Friendship, duh!”

“And who exactly said you were my best friend?”

“Well... your loss, I guess. Now you won’t get an invitation when I plan Rose and Juleka’s wedding,” you brushed off his offended glare as you took the seat next to him.

“She’s my sister.”

“She’d take my side.”

I’d take your side, too. I will always take your side. “Yeah, you’re probably right.”

A/N the sequel: I am super bad at finishing things, but I really wanna keep motivated to finish this (like I have a full, probably 3 part, plan for this). If you guys want to help, shoot me a message and I'll send you a link to the google doc I'm writing this on. Feel free to leave a little comment (pls be kind, obviously) and see my writing process! Idk, would any of you guys be interested in that? Would you just get annoyed at having already read the thing before I post it?

#luka couffaine x reader #luka couffaine #mircaulous ladybug #miraculous fanworks #miraculous fanfic #miraculous luka #miraculous lb #the tales of ladybug and cat noir #luka couffaine fanfic #luka couffaine imagine #im gonna hate seeing this show up when i search luka x reader #but imma have to deal with it #mmmmmmm #we love anxiety here #<3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

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Haikyuu fanfic recs but with trash commentary

Hi.... Yea okay um I don’t have an excuse as to why this is coming out instead of any of my other planned lists hahhahah. Moving on. The comments are like sorta fic based but also not.... Ignore them. Enjoy?

As always, pls check WARNINGS, TAGS, and SUMMARIES for fics before reading and make sure you’re taking care of yourselves (since mental health is key!) Stay healthy loves <3

Rainbow Veins by bokkuroo (T) 11.6k /BokuAka/ TW DEATH! Some bokuaka angst for you all. Honestly, I had a whole different plot in my brain during the first couple of paragraphs, but it didn’t come true :( It’s okay though, I still felt pain :’)

Knock on wood by Qitana (G) 9.2k /BokuAka/ morse code! It’s cool and idk how it works, but it made for a great plot :D I’d be a bit careful on this one, there’s a hospitalization for an injury! Like the writer wanted, yes I was hit with the feels :’)

close up, close in by yoogiboobi (E) 16.4k /SunaOsa/ I’ve fallen back into my SunaOsa hell, but it’s okay. Leave me here with motorcycle Osamu and leather jacket Osamu. I might just fight Suna for a piece of his man :) WARNING, SMUT!

you never have to wander, wonder by sieges (T) 23k /SunaOsa/ like I said. I fell. But I really love this one and it made me wonder if I should just make a SunaOsa list before finishing my other lists. Obviously, I should finish them. But should I? (ignoring the off topic ramble, I really love this one!)

simple fact by bastigod (T) 7.4k /SunaOsa/ really. that SunaOsa list is looking very nice (except for the fact I have to write a sht ton of commentary if I make it, which I dun wanna do rn :))))) But I love the ending of this one, and I’m a bit of a sucker for the Osamu not loving Omi agenda (though it is nice when he does, it adds a bit of ~spice~ when he doesn’t LOL).

i’ll face down the world with you by bastigod (T) 14.1k /SunaOsa/ ngl VERY surprised I haven’t recommended this one yet. Like really wtf am I on cause it’s not the right sht. Check the tags and warnings cause it, well,,, assassination.

Intertwined by Anubis_2701 (T) 25.8k /SakuAtsu/ ugh this one was so good I was wondering how I forgot to recommend it. Love the soulmate AU and although I’m not a big fan of body switching stuff, it was worth the read!

Read The Receipt by hhhhhhhappycow (G) 6.6k /SakuAtsu/ another where I was genuinely confused cause I haven’t recommended it yet. I went wtf when I was looking for it and yeah.

the fine line between family and a cup of coffee by tinyttree (G) 3.6k /SakuAtsu/ UGH WHOLESOME,,,, it’s just an interaction between an anxious child and their future brother-in-law.

lo and behold by tirralirra (T) 5k /SakuAtsu/ sjafdhaljdfh WARNING DEATH AND OPEN ENDING, but this also made me SO FREAKING SAD omg. Also, it takes the POVs of both Osamu and Omi, so while it’s kinda SakuAtsu in the second one, it’s brotherly love in the first :’((( But the open ending just makes it so :’(((

Extraction by TwilaFrost (M) 2.8k /SakuAtsu/ the tags,,,, they say enough LOL. I love doctor Omi and well.... Atsumu,,, his role is questionable in this one LOL. Er,,, the summary kinda gives it away but um.... Just read it.

you're made of memories you bury or live by by tirralirra (T) 24.8k /SakuAtsu/ because I can’t not recommend angst, here is angst LOL. This one is really sad and deals with amnesia but it’s written very well!

but we're not, like, in love by eidilechsi (E) 17.3k /SakuAtsu/ CAUTION FOR sexual content, but this is an absolute CRACK fic. I LOVED THIS FIC AHHAHDHAHSJ. I couldn’t stop laughing throughout the entire fic (I had to take breaks to catch my breath I’m not even kidding) and the EXASPERATION. OMG. I felt so bad for everyone around them cause I wanted to smack them on the head. Imagine onigiri being your foundation for understanding love. PLEASE, this was an amazing fic.

can we always be this close (forever and ever?) by lunarumbra (G) 3.1k /umm MiyaFour/ Osamu is doing the most interrogating Omi and it’s a great plot, just like Suna’s abilities ;) (also there’s a second fic which I also adore :D)

to heretics and their devotions by honeybakedgrace (series) 16.3k /MiyaFour/ more assassination but it fails. And then fake killing. Cause why not? But I really recommend reading both cause it’s a continuation :) CHECK TAGS AND WARNINGS!

Thin Sand by shiro_yuu (T) 20.2k /KuroAka/ is that their ship name? idk but you know, I love medical AUs and angst. So combination with some amnesia sprinkled on top :’) This one is for you rare pair lovers :D

K-Cup Coffee Verse by situational_irony_13 (series) 40k /multi/ um guys I love this series. Like love love this series. I adore professor AUs and like every single fic in this series is one I would read over and over again.

lined with kohl by entrechat (series) 13k /multi/ um Suna + eyeliner. That’s the series. I got nothing else to say other than read it and there’s a poly in here :D

Yes. Um if you’re wondering, these are just fics I’ve read/reread recently or ones that popped into my head randomly while making this! Also those which I’ve counter recommended because I lack self-control :) Trying to change the tide by convincing you all that I’m in love with SunaOsa, but with the sheer number of SakuAtsu in this, I think I’ve failed :’) (But that’s okay, I’m just in the process of convincing myself this is okay. I live for the SakuAtsu recs from all of you <3)

#haikyuu fanfic rec #haikyuu fic recs #bokuaka #sunaosa #sakuatsu #kuroaka #iwaoi #kyouhaba #haikyuu!! #haikyuu #hq fic rec #anime #manga #umm i swear my wips will get done #but are you even surprised? #like when have i done my wips #without random filler posts #ahhahaha #oops #anyway #i hope you enjoyed the sht show #once again #because that's who i am #a fcking mess #lol #but that's fine

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Jersey Love (Part 1): The Durrell Challenge

Authors Note: Hi guys, this is a fanfic I have been working on recently, there will be more parts to it but its called Jersey Love. I hope you all like it, I wasn’t sure whether to post it as it long (6K words) but i hope those who do read it like it. Love you all so much and I am so thankful for everyone’s support.

Sorry if there any typos or grammar mistakes, think I’ve read it a thousands times over but I have still probably missed some - L

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The Durrell Challenge

It was another beautiful day in London , the hot sun was beaming down, melting away the morning dew. You were currently on your morning run, the fresh air was crisp against your cheeks, the music playing in your ears was set to a low volume so you could still hear the birds chirping peacefully in the trees. You were truly happy that this was your life. You were nearing the end of your route, drawing closer to Henry's house when you started to think about your relationship with him. Your relationship with Henry always made you chuckle, there wasn't anything particularly funny about it but you always found yourself laughing because you couldn't believe he was your boyfriend. The both of you had met in Henry's hometown during the Durrell Challenge, you had came first with the quickest time and Henry had come over to congratulate you, you were talking to a friend when he came over and he stood next to you awkwardly for a few minutes because he didn't want to interrupt your conversation. Your friend left a couple minutes later and you turned to him and smiled widely.

You remember thinking he was really attractive, recognising him instantly, not that you allowed him to know that.

You had asked him "did you enjoy the run?" before he even got the chance to congratulate you on your time.

"I really did yeah. Congratulations by the way, I'm Henry" he said, smiling down at you, placing his hand in yours and shaking

"Oh thanks I'm Yn. Haha. Do you do this every year then?" you said, making his eyebrows furrow slightly, he was kind of surprised you didn't know who he was. Not in a cocky way, but this was his hometown and practically everyone knew him here, they were all so friendly and didn't treat him any different from how they treated everyone else, it was the biggest reason he loved coming home so much.

"I do, you?" he said casually. There was something quite nice and comforting about how casual it was, he felt like an ordinary guy meeting an ordinary girl for the first time, it was nice.

"No actually, this is my first time , my mum and her partner retired here, so decided to take part. Raising money for the amazing cause" you said, smiling up at him, the sun began to get in your eyes so you moved slightly, so you were standing in the shade.

"Promise I'm not trying to get away from you, it's just the sun is in my eyes" you said, making him giggle as you nearly tripped when you moved backwards.

"It truly is an amazing cause, I have to say, I'm impressed" he said, making you pull a puzzled look up at him.

"How so?" you said, making him move closer to you.

"Your first run and you not only came first but I heard you raised the most money?" he said, making you chuckle and smile widely up at him. That smile, he thought, everything about you was drawing him in closer and he was so taken back by it all, he does this run every year and never has anything like this happened before, he hadn't expected anything else this year.

"I may have" you said, making him smile again.

"How did you do it?" he said. Someone tried to move past you but you were too focused on Henry that you didn't realise, making him place his hand on your shoulder to gently move you out of the way so the person could get past.

"Oh sorry" you said, to the person who walked past you, you looked back up at Henry who still had his hand on your shoulder "thanks. I'm probably the most oblivious person you'll ever meet" you said making the both of you laugh, somehow you lost your balance making you wobble slightly and making Henry grab your waist to steady you.

"And the clumsiest by the looks of it" he said making you blush and laugh as you were embarrassed.

"Oh lord, you have no idea" you said, tucking a piece of hair behind your ears. Henry looked at your blushed cheeks and smiled to himself, he thought it was sweet, again he doesn't mean to sound cocky but he's used to blushing women around him but when you blushed it sparked something inside of him, he wanted to be the one the tuck the hair behind your ear, he wanted to place a kiss to your rosy cheeks.

"uhh anyway, what was I saying? Umm oh yeah, how did you raise so much money?" he said, suddenly turning into a stuttering mess.

"Okay... I'll tell you, but you have to promise not to tell anyone" you said jokingly making him giggle. What the hell? He thought, when have I ever giggled?

"Promise not to tell" he said holding his pinky finger up, you then realised he wanted to make a pinky promise so you linked yours with his. That's cute you thought. Henry coughed and crossed his arms over one another thinking about how awkward he was being, seriously Henry who still does pinky promises? He thought to himself, mental hitting himself.

You however were just focusing on how somehow his arms looked bigger when he did that.

"I'm a famous movie star" you said, raising your eyebrows up at him, making him cough awkwardly. He didn't say anything for a few seconds making you throw your head back with another chuckle, you hit his chest lightly.

"I'm joking Henry. I'm on the conservation team here at Durrell, joined early last year " you said making him smile.

"And you know how I am" he said, making you place your hand on his forearm, sparks igniting there for the both of you.

"Hate to break it to you, but I think everyone here knows who you are. In fact they're all staring at us right now" you said, looking around which made Henry look around too.

"But you're so... Normal" he said making you chuckle again.

"Sorry about that. Would you rather me gawk from afar, come over and be a rambling mess and then just drool over you?" you said, you were looking up at him in the simplest way, yet it made Henry's stomach flip, your eyes twinkled as you saw Henry's lip turn up into a smirk.

"Have a feeling that's not your style" he said with a flirty tone.

"Ah, but I have a feeling it's what you're used to" you remarked back. Quick comeback he thought to himself, he liked you.

"It's refreshing honestly" he said making you roll your eyes at him, oh how he wanted to see you do that over and over, and maybe one day he'd be able to punish you for it.

"Oh I just love being called refreshing. Such a compliment, thank you Henry, I think I'm in love with you" you said, jokingly, yet his stomach did a flip again. You were cheeky and he liked that, you weren't afraid to say too much.

"Ah Henry, I see you've met our little star" one of the male race organisers who Henry recognised, his name tag read "James" said as he came over to the both of you, he placed a hand on your shoulder. Henry felt jealous for some reason, was this your boyfriend? He'd feel bad for flirting with you if it was, although he thought you were flirting back, maybe that was just your personality though, he thought. Were the two of you flirting? he then began assessing the conversation the both of you had just had, trying to work out whether you were being flirty or just nice.

"I was just congratulating her. First place for her time and the amount of money she has raised" Henry said, making him smile, his hand was still on your shoulder and oh how Henry wished he would move it.

"Ah, actually you donated the most money Henry but I guess that doesn't count does it haha" James said, making you look at him weirdly, almost giving him a warning look. The man looked at you and then back at Henry before he said "we're very thankful for all that you do here Henry. I'll leave you to it" he said walking off. You were thankful he had left and so was Henry to be honest.

"Sorry about him, that was a bit rude" you said, rubbing your eyebrow awkwardly.

"It's okay. Is he your boyfriend?" Henry said, making your head shoot up to look at him.

"James? No, no no no no" you said shaking your head repeatedly.

"Sorry that was inappropriate." he said, shaking his own head.

"It's okay." you said. You were then being called to collect a medal so Henry frowned slightly.

"Um I'm sorry I have to go, it was really nice meeting you Henry" you said, beginning to walk off. Henry looked at the ground and ran a hand through his curls. Should've asked for her number you idiot, he thought. He felt a small hand in his and he looked up and saw you standing there again.

"Take this" you said, removing your hand and walking away again, in his clasp was a piece of paper with your number written on it , he smiled to himself and put it in his pocket, walking over to his brothers again who he ran with.

"Hello again stranger" his brother said, patting him on the back.

"Hey" he said, falling into a conversation with his brothers again.

A little while later Henry was called to talk to some of the staff members at Durrell who wanted to thank him for all of his hard work and thank him for being an amazing ambassador. You were standing amongst your colleagues, laughing about something when he walked up to you.

"Could I borrow you for a second please?" he said, making your best friend and colleague raise her eyebrows up at you.

"Of course" you said, saying goodbye to your colleagues making them call out “congratulations” to you as you left with Henry.

"What's up?" you said, continuing to walk somewhere with Henry.

"I know we've just met but I really enjoyed talking to you and I want to get to know you more. Would you want to go out later?" he said, the both of you slowly coming to a stop a while away from everyone else. Before you got to answer Henry started rambling" can understand if you don't want to, you're probably really busy with stuff and don't have the time for a relationship, let alone one with me and probably don't want what comes with me... " he continued making you lean up and place a peck to his cheek, shutting him up.

"For a famous superstar you really aren't very smooth" you joked, making him sigh deeply and smile.

"I swear I'm not usually like this, you make me nervous" he said, closing his eyes and breathing in heavily after he said it because there he goes blurting something stupid out again.

"Hmm. You can prove that to me later then" you said, lightly nudging him.

"Really?" he said, bashfully, seriously what's wrong with him today.

"It would be an honor" you said, your friend ran over to you and you sighed, you really couldn't catch a break today.

"Yn we need you" she said laughing about something, beginning to pull you away. "text me" you mouthed as you were being pulled away.

Henry texted you later that day and you both decided to go for a walk along the beach together, you met just as the sun was setting, the sky was a beautiful mixture of pink, blue and purple and the sea was gently kissing the shore.

You met at a small ice cream hut which was closed, you were wearing a white summer dress and a thin pink cardigan over the top.

Henry was wearing a pair of black jeans, a white shirt and a blazer. He walked up to you and you smiled up at him, he leant down and placed a sweet kiss to your cheek.

"Hi" he said, his hand resting on your waist.

"Hi. What's in the basket?" you said referring to what was in his hand.

"It's a surprise," he said, confidently taking your hand and beginning to walk down to the shore. You liked his new found confidence and you smiled to yourself, his hand felt huge wrapped around yours and it warmed your hand up instantly, it was tingling so much you swear he would've felt it. You walked in silence for a little bit, stopping about 50 yards from the shore line. Henry's hand dropped yours lightly, placing the basket on the floor, pulling out a blanket from it and placing it on the floor. He gestured to the blanket and said "my lady" which made you giggle, you sat down and he followed suit.

"You look beautiful," he said, making you blush.

"Oh stop" you said, looking away for a second as you were now very aware of him looking at you.

"You do." he said.

"Thank you, you look very handsome yourself" you said.

"What? this? Oh it's nothing" he said jokingly making you giggle.

"That's cute." he said, referring to your giggle, making you blush again.

"You're making me all shy" you said, looking down which made a piece of hair fall in front of your eyes, Henry's fingers came up to your face, grazing your cheek as he tucked it behind your ear. Before leaning back on his palms.

"Tell me more about yourself" he said, grabbing some wine and some glasses, pouring you a glass as he spoke, you loved the change in his attitude, earlier he was this rambling mess and now he was this confident and well put together guy who tucked your hair behind your ear and then acted like nothing had happened.

"Umm, what do you want to know?" you said, turning your whole body to face him as you took a glass from him taking a sip of the delicious wine.

"Everything. How did you come to work at Durrell?" he said with that same level of confidence.

"I've worked in conservation for 9 years now, I used to travel all across the world working on different conservation projects. I absolutely loved it and I started to get a name for myself. But something was always missing. I guess I just wanted consistency, I wanted somewhere I could call home. When my mum moved here she heard of this job at Durrell and she told me and it sounded ideal. It was quite a big role on the conservation team so I thought I wouldn't get it but I applied anyway and got the job and I've now been working there for a year now and it's amazing" you said, Henry listened carefully to every single word you said and you loved it.

"That's amazing. So what is it you do exactly?" he said, he moved so he was no longer leaning back on his palms but so one hand resting on his lap and one hand resting on your knee.

You smiled down at his hand on your knee before saying "So my official title is, Director of Conservation Science. I manage the Trust’s scientific research programmes to support Durrell’s conservation mission. But I also carry out keeper duties 3 times a week, its not usually what someone does in my position but I asked and they agreed. I love working with animals and you don't really get to do that in my position, it's mainly just research” you said, making him smile widely.

"That's so cool, it's good you're doing something you're really passionate about" he said, his hand began to massage your knee lightly making you sigh happily.

"Well from what I hear you're pretty passionate about it too?" you said, your own hand coming to rest over his on your knee.

"I am yeah, Durrell has always been a huge part of my life, it was a place I always visited when I was growing up. So when I started acting and got into the public eye I wanted to make a change and I wanted to use my position to help" he said.

"And you really are making a massive difference Henry" you said, squeezing his hand.

"Tell me about your family" he said, his hand caressing your hand as he spoke.

"I have 3 brothers and I'm the youngest and the only girl which made for an interesting childhood. My mum and dad got divorce when I was around 4. And then my mum found her partner when I was about 21 and they've been together ever since. My dad remarried 2 years ago now and he lives in London with my stepmum" you said smiling at him. "what about you?"

"Well I grew up here, although you knew that. I have 4 brothers and I'm the second youngest so that too made from an interesting childhood" he said making the both of you chuckle. "I went to boarding school, Stow School , you might have heard of it? That was interesting too, I left a year early though as I got a role in the Count of Monte Cristo in 2002 and I've been acting ever since” he spoke with an aura of confidence and pride and it made you smile so much your cheeks ached. You nodded along, listening to every word.

“That sounds amazing” 

"Wow, it's so beautiful" you said, looking out to the sea and sky a second later.

"It really is" Henry replied, little did you know he was looking at you.

"Do you enjoy being back home?" you said, making him nod at you.

"Yeah I really do. I don't get to do it all that often anymore, usually just for the challenge and then for Christmas. I love it here" he said making you smile and say "me too, it's wonderful"

"I see the way people treat you here, it must be nice" you say.

"Yeah. I mean don't get me wrong, I love my fans and I love meeting them. I love the life I have because of them and I love talking about my job. But here... I'm just Henry. That's why I like you so much, it just feels right, feels like I'm just an ordinary guy who met a girl he likes in an ordinary way. There's no pressure, I don't feel like I have to be Henry Cavill the movie star" he said.

"I'm glad" you said, bringing his hand up to your lips and placing a kiss against it. It made him look at you, really look at you, his eyes staring into yours and he lent closer, closing the gap between you, his hand coming to cradle your face as he placed his lips against yours. The both of your lips stayed against each other for a few seconds before he pulled away briefly, leaning in to mold them together again. Sparks flew between you, and your hand came to gently grasp his chin, pulling him in further against you before you both pulled away, smiling widely.

"Wow. That makes a change from earlier" you said, making him chuckle, and wrap his arms around you, laying the both of you down on the blanket, the both of you looked up into the sky, your head on his arm.

You both then spent some more time getting to know each other, you found out the others favourite colour, food, book, film, tv show, anything and everything you could talk about you did. By the end of the conversation you felt like you really knew Henry, not the famous Henry but the real Henry.

"Can I tell you something?" you said, your hands were playing with each other against Henry's stomach when you felt him nod against you, you turned over slightly so your head was against his arm but so you could see him.

"I was really trying to seem cool earlier but I was going crazy" you said, making him chuckle.

"And there I was thinking you didn't know who I was." he said, bringing your hand up to his lips like you did earlier.

"I just wanted you to feel comfortable but I was seriously freaking out inside. Everyone had told me so much about you and you seemed like this really nice guy. I wasn't even going to come up to you because I didn't want to freak you out or whatever. As you said, this is your home and everyone treats you like just Henry so I did the same when you came up to me"

"I really appreciate that. I was kind of shocked though, I think that's why I was such a mess, you were so cool and calm and I was just like wow who is this wonderful girl" he said, moving so he was leaning over you slightly, beginning to play with your hair.

"Does it change anything?" you said making him smirk at you.

"not at all, unless you're some stalker, you're not a stalker are you?" he said jokingly.

"No I'm not a stalker Henry. I just know where you live, your shoe size, what car you drive" you said jokingly getting interrupted by him tickling you.

"Henry" you laughing, wriggling against him "stop" you said, pushing his chest roughly, so he was lying down and your were over him, his legs opened slightly, allowing you to slide in between his legs, your arms coming to rest against his chest with your head placed on them, he began playing with your hair again making you close your eyes.

"Please stroke my ego just a little bit by assuring me that you have at least watched some of my films" he said, making you open your eyes.

"I have. And you were amazing" you said.

"Wow okay stalker" he said, making you nudge him in the stomach, making him let out a laugh mixed with a grunt. You pressed your lips firmly against his, his smile soon dropping so he could properly mold your lips together.

“When do you go back to London?” you said after pulling away from the kiss.

“Tomorrow” he said, making you frown.

“Looking forward to it?” you said, making him sigh, his forehead rested against yours and he placed two sweet kisses to your lips.

“I didn’t think this was going to happen. I don’t want to go home now” he said, making you chuckle, you both sat up, his arm still cradling you against his side.

“I didn’t think so either. But it's okay, sometimes you meet people who are supposed to be there for just a really fantastic day, maybe that's what this is. Doesn’t change how amazing it is” you said making him nod.

“That’s the thing, I think it’s more than that, I sure as hell want it to be” he said, making you smile.

“All we can do is wait and see I guess, we had one amazing date Henry. But you’re going back to London tomorrow and I’m staying here” you said, making him place a kiss against your forehead.

“If it's meant to be it will be, that doesn’t mean it doesn’t suck” he said making you smile at him and share one last memorable kiss.

The next time you saw each other was the first week of November, Henry had finished the filming of the first season of the Witcher and came home for a break. It was coming up to your birthday and your friends had been planning something to celebrate it, you weren't quite sure what they had planned but were happy nonetheless. You had heard Henry was back home but hadn't yet had the chance to see him because you were so busy with work, you were truly working your arse off and you found yourself becoming very tired. Today was a particularly long day, you came in early to lend a hand on the keeper duties and then had a full day of meetings alongside the conservation staff. You arrived home at 8pm which was quite a bit later than the usual time. Your friends had invited you to the annual pub quiz so you got ready as soon as you got home, showering and getting dressed. You had your hair in a bun all day so when you let it down it had nice curls in it, you brushed it through with your fingers to calm the curls just a little bit so it didn't look too crazy. You put on some black skinny jeans and a lace bodysuit and a black blazer.

You and your friends didn't have much spare time to go out so you made it a tradition to dress up for the annual quiz night. Lucky most of the locals at the pub knew all of you and understood why you did it. You weren't a fan of foundation or heavy makeup so instead applied some bb cream, some light contour to add some dimension to your face and some highlighting drops to accentuate your cheekbones which you loved, some light eyeshadow to your eyes and some mascara and then applied your favourite perfume. You picked up a clutch purse and put the essentials in it before heading out the door to the pub.

Your friends were dressed to the nines and you complimented them when you saw them. These were the people you worked with who were similar, if not the same age you were and you all got along very well.

"The boys are late as usual so let's just go in" your friend Emily said, nudging all 3 of you inside. You sat at your usual table, your friend Amy going to get a round for the three of you. One of the locals came up to you making some friendly chit chat. You and your friends got chatting when Amy came back and eventually you landed on the conversation of Henry.

"So Henry is back, saw him at the supermarket today, he asked about you" your friend Amy said, raising her eyebrows up at you.

"He did not" you laughed making Amy say "I swear it, he came over and said he recognised me from Durrel, asked if I was your friend...I invited him to your birthday bash" she said making Emily laugh.

"Are you crazy? I haven't seen him in months, it will be so awkward for him" you said, as you saw your guy friends come in (there were 3 of them in total). They quickly came to sit at your table giving out hugs and kisses.

"What's going to be awkward?" your friend Liam said, giving you a kiss on the cheek, his hand holding his boyfriend James'.

"The fact that Amy invited Henry to my birthday celebration" you said, taking a sip from your drink.

"Your birthday bash" Amy said, making everyone laugh.

"No one agreed to call it that" your friend Lewis said, making everyone laugh again.

"If you think that's awkward you should probably know that Henry and his brothers do this quiz every year" James said, making you choke on your drink.

"What?! Nobody told me that. Wait a second he wasn't here last year?" you said, referring to the first year you lived here and did the quiz.

"He was off being a big shot superstar" James said, rolling his eyes making you grunt.

"you don't have to say it like that. It's rude" you said making Liam stand up for you "yeah cmon, Yn told me what you said to him at Durrell, he hasn't given us any reason to treat him like that" you gave Liam a look to say thank you.

"I'm going to get a drink while the bar is fairly free, anyone want one?" Lewis said, making you all nod. 

"I'll give you a hand. Need to pee anyway" you said, everyone told Lewis what they wanted and then you both walked to the bar.

"Let me just use the ladies and then I'll be back to help with the drinks" you said, going off to the toilet, getting stopped by a local on your way who commented on how nice you looked. You thanked them before going into the ladies room.

You did what you had to do and started walking back to the bar to meet Lewis, you weren't looking where you were going to ended up bumping into someone as you heard them say "easy there love", you recognised the voice straight away and your heart began thumping quickly , his hand quickly came flying to your waist to stop you from falling, you looked up to him finally being met with two piercing blue eyes and you recognised instantly.

"Henry" you said, taking a step back, smiling to his brothers who all had a pint in their hand.

"Yn!" he said, stepping forward to hug you tightly, he lifted you off the ground slightly, making you giggle. You were glad he was happy to see you. "This is Yn" he said excitedly to his brothers as he took a step back again.

"nice to meet you, I'm Simon"

"pleased to meet you I'm Niki"

"Fastest time at Durrell right? I'm Piers"

"I'm Charlie. We'll leave you and Hen to it. It was lovely to meet you" you felt a bit overwhelmed, each of them introducing themselves, shaking your hand and placing a friendly greeting kiss to your cheek.

"Sorry about that." Henry said, rubbing the back of his head awkwardly.

You heard your name being called by Lewis and you looked over to the bar and saw him struggling with the drinks.

"Uh- it's okay. Shit sorry my friend needs my help. I really want to catch up but-" you said, getting interrupted by another call of your name from Lewis. It was the first time he had heard you swear and he thought it was cute, you sounded a little bit angry at the person who was calling you and it made Henry smirk slightly, you were cute when you were mad.

"It's okay. Go, we can catch up later. It's really good to see you, love, you look great" he said, leaning down to place a kiss against your cheek.

"so do-" "YN!" "coming! Sorry Henry"

You paced over to Lewis, hitting him on the back making him wince.

"What was that for?" he said, you grabbed 3 drinks in your hand and walked to the table, Lewis following behind you.

"Did you not see who I was talking to?" you said to Lewis, passing everyone their drinks and sliding next to Amy, Lewis sliding in next to you.

"No? I was trying to get the drinks" he said dumbfoundedly.

"Well I was talking to Henry. Didn't get much chance to talk because all of his brothers introduced themselves and then you interrupted me" you said, making everyone scold Lewis.

"I'm sorry, I didn't realise" he said, making you chuckle.

"Oh well, too late now" you said, nudging your shoulder against Lewis'.

"You already tried it with her, now it's his turn" Liam joked, making everyone laugh. Lewis had asked you on a date when you first started working at Durrell, you had agreed but after the date the two of you agreed you didn't feel any sparks. He was a good looking guy but nothing was there, of course it was now a running joke in your group.

"Oh shut up" you said, laughing with your friends again. The quiz began and you all continued drinking and laughing, you occasionally looked over at Henry's table, sometimes you would meet his eyes and you would both smile, you saw that they too were laughing and having a good time which made you smile.

Henry on the otherhand was getting a little bit jealous, Lewis was sitting very close to you and his arm was wrapped protectively around you shoulders, you knew there was nothing of this behaviour apart from the fact you were just such good friends, but Henry didn't know your history, all he knew was you looked like a couple and looked good together. He couldn't really expect much, you both agreed that what will happen will happen and he had been gone for a couple of months now and a lot can happen in that time.

The quiz finished and your team did terribly but none of you cared. You went to get some water from the bar, no one else wanting a drink. Henry saw you get up on your own and took this opportunity to come and talk to you.

"Enjoy the quiz?" he said, his hand resting on your lower back for a second before he moved it away, weird you thought.

"We did terribly but yeah I did. You?" you said, making him nod down at you.

"How have you been?" he said, making you smile.

"Really good. Busy but good" you said continuing with "How about you? How was filming?"

"Amazing as always. Good to be back though" he said, the both of you turning your head to your friends when you heard one of them wolf whistle.

"Excuse them. They're a bunch of children" you said, raising your voice a little so they hear, Amy and Emily hit the guys to shut them up, making Henry laugh.

"They seem nice." he said, making you look back at him.

"They're a pain in the ass but I love them" you said, making Henry smile.

"Your brothers were really sweet" you said, the both of you turning your heads the other way to see his brothers.

"They're a pain in my ass too but I love them" he said using your own words.

"I know this might seem like a weird question but are you seeing anyone at the moment?" he said and you saw him glance at Lewis.

"Nope. He's just a good friend. He's handsy with everyone" you said laughing to yourself.

"Hmm" Henry said, making a mental note. You're single, nice.

"Your friend Amy invited me to your birthday... What did she call it?"

"Bash" you said at the same time, making each other laugh.

"Yeah... Don't know why she decided to call it that. You don't have to come if you don't want to. I'd understand" you said, taking a sip from your water.

"Do you want me to come?" he said, making you smile.

"If you wanted to." you said, placing a hand over his.

"Okay, guess you'll see me there then. Maybe we could go for coffee before? Have a proper catch up?" he said making you nod quickly.

"I'd love that Henry" you said squeezing his hand.

"Good. You do look really good by the way. Beautiful" he said making you blush.

"Thank you. A bit overdressed for this place but none of us get the chance to go out so we made it a tradition to dress up a bit for this quiz. Stupid I know" you said, looking down slightly so your hair covered your blushing cheeks. Henry's fingers glided across your chin lightly, lifting your face up to look at him.

"Not at all. Sounds like a lovely tradition" he said, his fingers dropping from your chin. Your own fingers tucked a piece of hair behind your ear.

"Thanks. Haha. I'll let you get back to your brothers. It was really nice seeing you. Text me about that coffee date yeah? You still have my number?" you said making him nod.

"Okay" you said walking back to your table. Henry smiled at you saying it was a date before walking back to his table. You sat down next to your friends breathing out deeply, you felt like you hadn't taken a breath since you were standing with him.

"How did it go?" they all said at the same time.

"Fine. We're going to meet up for coffee sometime before my birthday bash" you said cringing slightly at the name making Amy giggle.

"Everything with him feels so intense," you said, rubbing your temples.

"Ooo I love it. Imagine what the sex will be like" James said making everyone laugh. You looked over to his table again seeing him already looking at you, he winked at you making you blush and look back to your friends.

Well this is going to be... Interesting.

Part 2

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Guilt and Consequences Pt3

Okay, so I am still working on my other stories I just haven’t been able to get much down. I’m working a crap ton of overtime at the moment and I’m just fried when I get home. I’d say hopefully I’ll be more productive on the weekends but right now I’m working Saturdays and and Sundays are becoming catch up on sleep days. So sorry for the delays, but I’ll try to get back into a headspace where I don’t just want to pass out whenever I’m not at work. Oh and I think I got everyone tagged who asked but let me know if I didn’t or you want to be added.

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The silence stretched on and Lila could only sit there. She knew the others were likely staring at her. Wondering what she’d done to make her mother react like that. She just wished she had an answer for them. Even before everything with the schools they’d never been close. Her mother pretty much only talked to her to tell her what she needed to improve. As the atmosphere became more and more uncomfortable Lila finally broke the silence.

“So… would you consider that a yes or a no?” More silence before M. Dupain cleared his throat.

“Marinette why don’t you go with Lila to pack an overnight bag? We’ll get dinner and some treats started. Is there anything you can’t eat or something you’d like to have?” It took her a moment to realize that last part was aimed at her. When she managed to look up his expression matched the gentle tone of his voice and she just got even more confused.

“No sir. I’m not picky.” Her mother rarely made it home to eat with her and even then it was always take out. She’d gotten used to left overs or eating whatever random things were in the house.

“Make sure to pack all your medications as well.” Madam Cheng’s voice sounded a little strange but when Lila managed to look up at her she wasn’t glaring and she didn’t look annoyed. She was definitely more stiff than she’d been before though.

“It’s okay if you don’t want me here anymore. I get it. Even offering is more than most people would have done in your situation.” She still had no idea why they did either. After everything that had happened to their daughter because of her they should be throwing her out, at the very least. The woman’s expression turned to one of motherly concern and it honestly made her more nervous. She couldn’t remember the last time someone had aimed that kind of look at her.

“You’re welcome here, anytime you need somewhere to go, as long as you stop all this lying. There are better ways to deal with your problems.” Lila could only hang her head and mumble another apology. While she agreed that the lying in this situation wasn’t a good idea, it normally didn’t backfire like this and she had tried other things first. Maybe it was different for other people. She heard the woman let out a frustrated sigh. “You two go on, we’ve got to finish closing up the bakery before we start on dinner.” She let Marinette pull her out of her seat and down the stairs. She was still too busy trying to understand what was happening to even consider arguing.

“Did your mom really put you on medication just to keep you in school?” She glanced at Marinette. There was no accusation in the question. More like she just couldn’t understand how someone could do something like that.

“Yes but I don’t take it. Well, except one of the anxiety meds every once in a while when I can’t sleep. As she said on the phone, she thinks I should be responsible for myself so she just assumes I’m actually taking them.” She hadn’t understood at first why her mother would work so hard to get the meds and then not bother to monitor their use. She’d come to the conclusion it was so that when the school finally called about her ‘behavioral’ issues she would have a paper trail to be able to sell them on the fact that Lila was just sick and needed special accommodations. That or she really didn’t think Lila would disobey her on this.

When they got to the apartment building Lila wasn’t really paying attention. She heard something that sounded like a cough but kept walking towards the elevator until Marinette tugged on her sleeve. When she looked over at the other girl Marinette motioned to the side and Lila saw three rather annoyed looking staff members.

“Guests have to be signed in.” She blinked at the woman who spoke, not really processing the words.

“I’m sorry, what?” The woman just rolled her eyes.

“This is a high security building Mlle. Rossi. All guests have to be signed in.” Oh, right. She vaguely remembered something about that from when they’d first moved in. She just had never actually brought someone home before.

“Sorry, I forgot. Umm… how exactly do I do that?” The woman just looked exasperated now, but the man behind the desk offered a smile and motioned them over. There was a clipboard on the desk and he handed her a pen.

“You just need to put your name, apartment number, and your guests name.” He pointed to each column in turn . She filled them out as he asked and handed the pen back. “Thank you Mlle. Rossi, have a nice day.”

“Thank you, you as well.” She could still see the disapproving look on the woman’s face as they continued to the elevator and couldn’t help but wonder how she still had a job if this was how she normally treated tennants. Personally she couldn’t remember any of the staff and didn’t really interact with them. Generally once she was in the building it was a habit to keep her head down and get to her room as quickly as possible. She’d found that the less interaction she had with people the fewer things her mother had to lecture her about. Her social interactions were always lacking in some way and she could never be certain what her mother would latch onto.

When they entered the apartment Lila noticed Marinette frowning as she looked around. She couldn’t really blame her after seeing her house. The apartment was clean bordering on sterile due to the service her mother had come in daily. There weren’t any personal touches either. No pictures, no nicknacks, nothing that said people actually lived here. She didn’t really think about it. It had been this way as long as she could remember.

“Your place is nice…” Lila actually grinned as she watched Marinette try to come up with something good to say about it. “Lot’s of natural light.” Lila let out a snort of amusement. The girl was the essence of cheerful and that was all she could come up with. It was a bit sad really.

“My room’s this way.” When they entered Marinette perked up immediately. Lila could only assume it was due to all the pictures on the walls since it was the only real difference between here and the rest of the house.

“Wow, these are amazing! Do you collect them?”

“They’re not that good. Just pictures I’ve taken to remember where I’ve been.” She liked taking pictures, especially of nature. She found it soothing and having something to look back on made her feel a little less disconnected. Marinette was staring at her in what looked like awe.

“You took all these?” Lila just nodded. “These are amazing! I’ve seen professional photographers whose work doesn’t look this good.” Even knowing Marinette was just being nice, Lila couldn’t help but bask in the complement for a moment. But only for a moment.

“So what exactly should I be packing? I’ve never done the whole sleepover thing before.” Suddenly Marinette was looking at her like she’d kicked a puppy and she couldn’t figure out why.

“You’ve never had a sleepover? Ever?” Lila just shook her head. Wasn’t that what she’d just said? “Oh my gosh! We have so much to make up for. Obscene amounts of junk food and games and movies and makeovers and ghost stories and-” She just kept going. Lila had no idea what she was rambling about and it didn’t answer her question at all. Marinette finally paused to take a breath and she was able to break in.

“Okay, but what should I actually pack?” Marinette paused to think it over. The expression on her face seemed far too serious for such a common question.

“Your most comfy pajamas, whatever you want to wear tomorrow, and a toothbrush. I’ll take care of everything else.” Well that sounded slightly ominous. Regardless, she packed what she was told along with all her medications. Dumping those in the bag got a strange look from Marinette, but she wasn’t certain why. Maybe it was just how many there were. In less than ten minutes they were back out on the street, headed towards the bakery.

“Lila!”

“Shit.” She said the word under her breath as she looked behind her. Of course it would be Alya. They’d been on the street less than five minutes, only her luck could be that bad. She tried to use her body to block Marinette but she wasn’t quick enough. Alya’s expresion turned sour as she tried to reach around Lila.

“I thought we made it clear that we wouldn’t tolerate you bullying Lila anymore!” Lila grabbed the girls wrist before she could grab or slap Marinette. That stunned her enough to let Marinette get some space.

“You touch her again I’ll break the offending appendage.” Lila didn’t recognize her own voice in that deep threatening tone, but Alya just rolled her eyes.

“This is why we didn’t tell you what we were doing. You’re too nice and let people like her get away with anything.” She wanted so badly to just slap some sense into the girl but honestly she didn’t think it would work.

“I’m not nice, and you’ll find out exactly how not nice if you don’t stop harassing Marinette.”

“But if we don’t do something she’ll just keep bullying you!” Lila could only sigh. How many times was she going to have to have this conversation.

“Marinette is not now, nor has she ever bullied me. Which I already told you.” Alya let out a patient sigh, like she was explaining something simple to a small child. Yeah, someone was going to get hit before this conversation was over.

“She’s constantly calling you a liar and trying to turn everyone against you. Why would she do that?” Yep, the kindergarten teacher tone was definitely a good way to piss her off. Lila, of course, defaulted to sarcasm.

“Oh gee, I don’t know maybe because I was lying?” Alya looked like she was about to argue but Lila just kept going. “If you had bothered to look up literally anything I said you would know that.”

“An absence of proof is not proof of absence.” It took a minute for the words to penetrate as Lila was just getting even more annoyed by Alya’s self righteous tone but when they did she had to stop herself from lunging at her.

“Are you saying that you looked up my claims, found absolutely no proof and still took my word over Marinette’s?” Her voice was soft, more because her throat felt like it was closed in rage than anything else.

“There wasn’t any proof that you were lying either.” Alya’s smug tone finally snapped something inside her.

“Have you lost your damn mind?! Jagged stone has said in multiple interviews that he doesn’t even like cats. And in what universe would my mother’s PR team not have it in the news that I do charity work? She’s a public figure Alya, anything that can make her look good would have press releases for days. That in and of itself proves that I was lying.” The girl seemed to ponder this for a moment before she sent a glare to Marinette.

“What did you threaten her with to make her agree with you?”  Knowing that she’d been right about who Alya would blame for this was a small consolation.

“Lila you need to calm down.” Marinette’s voice was soft, soothing even but she was in no mood to pay attention.

“I will not calm down! This wanna be reporter couldn’t find the truth if she fell into a river of it. You should consider a career in fiction by the way since anyone with journalistic integrity will simply laugh you out the door.” Alya was still glaring at Marinette, like all this was her fault. What was wrong with people? Marinette actually grabbed her arms and forced Lila to face her.

“Please. You really need to calm down. Just breathe with me okay? You don’t want to get Akumatized again.” Those words acted like ice water. Yes, this was beyond stupid, but it wasn’t worth that. She calmed her breathing as Marinette asked but made sure to keep a line of sight on Alya as well. There was no telling what someone like her would do at this point.

“We should head back to your house, your parents will start to worry.” She had no idea if that was true or not but she hoped it would get Alya to back off. Pretty much everyone agreed that Marinette’s parents were great people, but they were also scared shitless at the thought of pissing them off. After their talk earlier she understood why. It did the trick too. Alya mumbled something about finding out what kind of dirt Marinette had on her so Lila could stop pretending she’d been lying as she left at a brisk walk. She’d read about willful ignorance but she’d never expected to encounter it to this degree. She was starting to hope it did have something to do with Hawkmoth, but considering some of the things people were willing to believe she wasn’t very optimistic.

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Timeless (IX)

A/N: It's Steebie's b-day so have a new chapter. Timeless is inspired by @just-dreaming-marvel 's Out Of Time series.

Likes, Comments and Reblogs are appreciated! 💕

(Previously On...)

Olivia grew restless in the room she had been staying in, having chosen not to leave but, now she was ready to. She exits the room and immediately notices the Howling Commandos and Howard waiting out in the hall for her. They all had sad looks on their faces, ones that turned into sympathy when they looked at the young girl.

"I uh...I'd like to something, anything please." she stated.

"Okay. Would you like us to take you to the library or to go shoot?" Gabe Jones asks her.

"Umm...the shooting range please. I can't...can't read right now." she answers softly.

Reading was something she did with Bucky. He'd read aloud and she'd draw whatever was being described to her.

"We can take you someplace." Gabe informs her.

"You guys don't have to. If you'll just tell-"

"We promised Agent Carter that we'd keep an eye on you," Dum-Dum interrupts her. "And we're not going to break another promise. Now c'mon."

The Howling Commandos take the young Rogers to a shooting range, with Howard quietly following after them. When they arrived, the men set up every target and grabbed every gun, setting up for the girl. They were relieved that the girl had chosen an opportunity to take out the pain she was clearly feeling on something, rather than on someone. They stood by and watched the girl carefully, surprised by how well she hit each and every target, even though they had been previously informed about how she had passed every test perfectly.

"We could've used you out there, Agent Rogers. You have better aim than any of us." one of the men chuckled.

"I've seen her take out a whole division of soldiers," Howard spoke up. "It was very entertaining to watch all those men get beaten by a dame smaller than all of them."

"Thanks," Olivia mutters in slight embarrassment.

She picked up another gun, loaded it and took aim at a target. Before she could squeeze the trigger, heavy boot steps resonated within the shooting range.

"Captain," the men greet the eldest Rogers when they saw him.

"I'd like a moment alone with my sister." Steve tells them.

The Howling Commandos answered with "yes sir" before they walked out. Steve looked at Howard, who remained for a moment before he too walked out. Then, Steve turned to his sister, watching as she pulled the trigger and hit the center of the target she aimed at, even with her hands shaking.

"Liv...I'm so-" Steve began.

"I know, Stevie. I know." Olivia says, setting the gun down after she turned the safety on.

She turns to face her brother, who could see the tears welling up in her eyes.

"I don't...I don't b-blame you. I...I know you. I-I know you did...did everything you could. I uh...I already knew...that it was silly of B-B-Bucky to promise...th-that he w-was going to come back...to me. I-I knew the...the risks." she tells him, voice breaking and she took pauses in between words to keep herself together.

Steve held his arms open to his sister, who ran to him and embraced him. He held her as she sobbed in his arms. Even though he knew she didn't blame him, he couldn't help but feel overwhelming guilt about failing to save Bucky.

"It's all my fault...I s-should've done more...I'm so sorry." he says, his own tears running down his face.

Olivia held her brother tighter, sobs dying down, as it dawned on her that this was about comforting her brother as it was for him comforting her.

"Don't do that. I know you, Stevie...I meant what I said. I know you would've done everything...in your power to save him. We can get through this...together." she assures him with her head on his chest.

Steve sniffled, "Together."

The Rogers siblings held each other in the middle of the shooting range, in a now comfortable silence, their tears having run dry. Steve pulled away from Olivia just a bit, to look down at her.

"I'm going after HYDRA and I don't plan on stopping until they're all dead or captured." he informs her in a quiet voice, not wanting to break the current ambiance.

"Let me come with you. I've passed all my tests, I know how to shoot a gun, I-" Olivia began to ramble.

"You can come." Steve interrupts her.

The young girl looks up at her brother in bewilderment. She thought she'd have to do more convincing to let her tag along.

"Really?" she wonders.

"Yes. I may worry about your safety but, I know you'd be worrying about mine. And honestly, I would like you by my side as we avenge Bucky because there's no one else I'd rather be doing this mission with. I've heard the reports and would like to see you in action." he answers.

Olivia gives her brother a big smile before embracing him again. Steve held her close for a moment before separating and put an arm over her shoulders, before the two of them walked out of the shooting range.

(Next Time On...)

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[spellcasterlight]

I’m trying to set up my own fan writing blog. I’m non binary and I’ve had voice therepy and I’d love to practise by recording your fics. I’ve never made a blog before or recorded anything, do you or any of your followers have tips?? ❤️

Hi there Upbeat Utonagan Anon!

Oooooo! That's so exciting! That does sound cool! I would love to hear my stories recorded!

But I will be honest I have had some issues with people translating my stuff without my permission in the past so I'm just gonna make myself clear from the get-go, not in a mean way! Just in an 'I want to be very open and frank' way.

To have my full permission I would require you to:

1) When you make your blog send in a logged-in request for permission to record (just so I know who you are! ❤️)

2) Tag me in the body of your Tumblr post as the author of the story (also so I know when it's uploaded so I can hear them! 😁)

3) In the post, a clear link to my written version.

4) State the title, penname and all story warnings at the beginning of the recording.

5) If you're posting to Ao3 as well tick the 'This work is a remix, a translation, a podfic, or was inspired by another work' box and link back to my written version.

I hope that all sounds fair enough, it's just as I've said, I've had issues with this in the past!

Now to the fun stuff! ❤️ Putting under the cut for length just!

Thanks for the ask! ✨Can't wait to hear! 🎶

Umm, I actually really haven't had this Tumblr blog long! Only since the start of this year actually! And I've recorded two of my own audiofics! I'll put a few things I personally have come across with both Tumblr and Audiofics below ❤️

Tumblr Blog Thoughts:

Tag tag tag: Tagging is so important, for finding things, for people finding you, for blocking what you don't wanna see and also for finding stuff once you are on a blog itself. Makes your Tumblr life so much nicer!

Be respectful to ships: If something isn't your thing block in the tags and if need be blog the person posting the ship you don't like it's that simple. Avoid conflict and argument starting, it's better for your own mental health trust me! ❤️

Followers go up and down like a gentle slope: Your follower count will go up and down slightly every now and again, gain three, lose one, gain two, lose one. It really isn't something worth fretting over! Bots get deactivated, blogs get deactivated, people stop following because you've started posting about something new, people stop following because they are into something new. There's a giant list of reasons why someone would stop following you and it really isn't worth fretting over like I know I did at the beginning!

You don't have to constantly post: This one I myself struggle with, it is more than okay, encouraged even, just to post when you want. You don't have to constantly post.

Have fun!: Don't take anything too seriously, people are gonna see characters differently than you see them, people aren't gonna like your ships and it's honestly all good! Fandom needs variety! Just enjoy what you enjoy and let others enjoy what they want!

Audiofic Recording Thoughts:

If you want my audiofics can be found here: [here 🔗]

It took farrrr longer than I thought it would!: The first one I recorded was only 1000-something words but because of the nerves, getting into the swing of it and making mistakes it took like 5/6 hours to record. I'm not even joking!

I didn't use fancy equipment: I waited until I had the house to myself for the day, used the first voice recording app I found on the app store and for editing used Audacity which is free.

Don't stop recording between takes!: At the beginning, I was so nervous I kept stopping and starting the recording but actually found it easier to just keep letting it run. By the end, I had so many strings of curse words and parts where I was just sipping water or taking a second to breathe the recording was like twice the length 😂

Water!: My go-to beverage is Diet Coke right? And you're talking a lot so you get thirsty right? I only switched to water after I ruined a perfectly good, quite long sentence, by the loudest burp ever! 😂

I cringed hard at the sound of my own voice!: You probably know yourself from doing your exercises but listening to your own voice is hard! I ended up putting headphones in, not with music on or anything, just to dull the sound in the empty room as I was speaking 😂

Editing took so long as well: I had so many parts to edit out, and you're basically listening to the whole thing over again multiple times it takes longer as well. The ability to add parts of no noise, for pacing, and edit out white noise, where I was taking a second or drinking etc, where godsend in equal measure!

Umm I think that's it! Hopefully, you're still with me and my rambles!

Hope to hear from you soon! Can't wait to hear! Good luck! ❤️

#audiofic permission requirements #audiofic #how exciting is that?! 😁 #thanks for the ask! #love to the anons! #asks are open! #❤️❤️❤️

[bow-wow-wark-wark]

Hiii happy 4th hypmic anniversary, I know it's been like 3 days since the actual anniversary but *shrugs* anyways I wanted to answer the questions from this post to celebrate!! (This is going to be a long post lol, this just brings a ramble instinct in me)

1. How and when did you get into HyplMic?

I got into hypmic during the end of September/ start of October of last year, it feels like a lot of time and very little at the same time lol... so many people in the fandom have liked this for super long!! I got into it bc of someone I followed on twitter, they would talk about it sometimes and I was getting a bit sick of the music I listened too so I thought "why not expand my music taste?" Little that I know It was going to become the only thing I listened too lol. I also saw this like "a hypmic characther once said" video and I thought it was soooo funny I just had to get into it. I'm honestly surprised hypmic started in 2017 bc I was going through a god awful musical phase and knowing I could have liked it earlier in life amuses me (tho back then I thought anime was silly so it wouldn'thave happened either).

2. First impressions of the characters? Who stuck out the most?

(Another long one soz) I'm going to do most of them btw.

Buster bros: ichiro was the 1st chara I knew before I got into it, for a bit I had him mixed up with jyushi tho lmao. Tbh I didnt have a very strong opinion on him, I wasn't super into BB at the start 😅 same with jiro, I liked him the most, thought he was really cute. At the start I disliked saburo a bit lol, like he was just soooo mean and I didn't like that, also I wasnt a huge fan of new star at the start so I didnt like him bc of that either.

MTC: I had to fight a lot to openly like mtc, I felt a bit bad liking them at the start bc they're all like criminals and stuff lol. I have to be honest I think that at the start I didnt think about them like at all... the strongest impression here was Rio, he was my favorite also I thought jyuto was hilarious bc of the start of bayside smoking blues, I really liked his voice too.

Fling posse: ok so the moment I saw Ramuda I was like "this guy is evil as balls isnt he?" I was pretty right lol, I thought he was a child like saburo at the start bc hes so small, man fooled me there. I liked dice the most at the start, my 1st fanart is of him lol. I didnt have very strong opinions on Gentaro, I was surprised to find out his VA also voiced yamaguchi since I was a haikyuu fan if anything.

Matenro: Lol matenro was my favorite (still is), idk what was it but I saw all of them and I was like: great :D I dont remeber specific impressions tho.... It was almost like love at first sight lol. I remeber I really liked the fact that both hifumi and doppo had tips, I thought it was super cool.

BAT: ok so I also knew who kuuko was before I got into hypmic my actual actual 1st fanart was of him (I did it before I even knew what hypmic was like at all). I really liked him, I remember listening to gyara bam and being like "this guy rules so much", I really liked jyushi, as mentioned before I had him mixed with ichiro (they look nothing a like I dont even know how) I was super shocked to find out he was also a teen lol I was pretty happy. Not gonna lie I had no idea who hitoya was at the start (rip) I knew kuuko I knew jyushi but I didnt know him, I dont remeber being very big on him till like the dramas and getting more into hypmic bc before nothing nada.

Dotsuhon: lol I slept on dotsuhon for the looongest time, I literally only liked sasara, rosho and rei were just really there for me. Sasara was my favorite bc I loved his voice and tragic transitor gace me unrivaled latino vibes so he felt very close to me in a sense. I thought rei was a scumbag the moment I laid eyes on him.

3. Who was the first character you liked?

My 1st favorites before I found out about bat and dotsuhon where jiro and hifumi!! I really liked their voices and like over all attitude and stuff.

4. Which was the first Division you liked?

My favorite was matenro, they were just so cute and I liked how they were pretty chill and just had fun most of the time. Like how they tried looking all edgy and intimidating but they were all nice guys lol.

5. How have your favorites changed?

Not much lol my favorite is still hifumi tho know I have jyushi and Otome if were ranking on like top 3. I love all the charas now tho!!! Lol these are just my bigger ones. Division wise now my favorite is mtc, followed by bat I'm still a matenro stan tho!! All divisions have done some big growing on me so I love all of them anyways.

6. What was the first song you listened to?

The 1st song I listened to was battle anthem, I was super convinced it was the 1st hypmic song so I was surprised to hear it was division rap battle lol.

7. What's your favorite solo song?

Ghhhh this is so hard to choose... I actually like basically every single hypmic song.... if we're talking only 1t set that's easier to choose. Um that would be sensenfukoku, drops and champagne gold, I like all the mtc ones so I cant choose. Second set every single one is amazing so I cant choose either, tho at the start I disliked most of them somehow...

8. What's your favorite group song?

Ok at 1st i thought it was like an all division song but I just read it and it's just group song in general.... I love all of them but one of my biggest comfort songs is papillion so I'll say papillion. If were talking all stars songs that's easier tho: in no particular order its hoodstar (just heard the + ver and it slapped), survival of the illest+, glory or dust and hang out.

9. Which songs do you think are slept on?

Mmmmm I personally have no idea which songs people like more in general but I have seen a bunch of "my favorite hypmic moments" videos so I'll base it on that. I'll personally say any mtc song lol, in those videos theres always a surprising lack of mtc so yeah.

10. Do your favorite songs come from your favorite Division?

Yes, tho it's really no problem bc I like all songs😅

11. Objectively, who do you think is the best rapper?

I had never heard a lot of rapping till hypmic so I have no idea what good rapping is lol... I personally thinks everyone does a good job, I guess someone else can school me on that.

12. Which composers for HypMic do you listen to?

None... I honestly dont like know who composes which song.... I know very little about music and I dont look into it so I cant answer this one either.

13. If you had to get someone into HypMic with one song what would it be?

Oh :0 well I'm not very sure but if anything I think the way to go would be an all stars song bc you can get the feel of each division pretty good, then if they like that introduce them to other stuff. Of course this all depends on the person lol... my brother really likes strong songs so to him battle anthem was a good hook up... I quite personally would go for survival of the illest bc it has a good feel of the divisions and it's very silly which is a series staple.

14. Do you play ARB? Drop your friend code for people reading!

Nooooo I dont 🤧😢 I really want to but I dont think I would have space on my phone, besides idk how to download it, if you have to pay for it I dont have money and if it's only in japanese I'm learning at snails speed so I wouldnt understand it *cries a little* I have seen certain events tho, I find it funny.

15. What events are you hoping to see? What character combos do you hope will show up together?

Mmmm idk I have a post about but I'll love to see a sasara jakurai interaction, I'm pretty sure one has already happened but I want this funny man to interact with jakurai more. Some people mentioned that they would like to see more interactions between kuuko and samatoki and I agree, wheres that side of the mad comic dialogue line up? I'll also like to see hitoya and samatoki bc they're both into vintage stuff ish, like fashion wise so I think it would be interesting to see. Last I want a jyushi/jiro interaction idk of there's any but there needs to be I need them to interact!!! Or maybe saburo jyushi that would also be interesting.

16. Are you into any ships?

Yes!!! I'm a little shy talking about ships not going to lie so I don't talk about it too much lol. I like samajyu a normal amount, I also like ichikuu, jiroshi, hifudo and hitojaku. I like a lot of other ships too tho, like ot3 mtc is good so is fling posse tho my favorite is ramugen. Hypmic has a bunch of cute ships so it's hard not to enjoy most.

17. Do you have a yume/self-ships? Platonic or romantic.

Not really lol, I have considered reading self insert before but I always feel a bit embarrassed. If you do you're super poggers tho.

Ok I'll keep answering in another post bc this is getting super long and the next question is one I want to say a lot about again. Umm if you happen to see this and want to answer them too fell free to!! You can tag me if you want as well, I love seeing others opinions about like hypmic and stuff so feel free too. If you want to comment on something I said you're free to do so as well

#this is so long #km not sorry tho 😈 #ok maybe a bit #this questions really bring that animal instinct in me lol #brains is being replaced by hypmic sorry #im not tagging bc #long post #ramble post #you can block the ramble tag if you dont want to see this lol #also if theres mispelling in this ignore it #i cant spell or read #this really is so long im so sorry.... ill make sure to cut the next one earlier if it gets too long

[thatwriterkei]

Breathe.

°A/N; I had so much fun writing this!! So WHOLESOME ♥️

•Summary: Y/N finally decided to ask Peter out, but will it go as planned?

•Warnings: so much FLUFF

*MASTERLIST*

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Today was the day Y/N L/N would ask the one and only Peter Parker out.

The pair had known each other ever since Y/N offered Peter to color with her in kindergarten. She was there to comfort him after his parents passed away, and she was there for the death of his uncle. Peter was even there for Y/N's grandmother's passing.

Through it all they were the best of friends and when they grew older they matured, as well as their feelings.

Y/N was currently bolting down the bustling hallway of Midtown High, in search of her now two best friends. One can have two best friends, right?

Y/N's sneakers came to a halt and skidded against the vinyl flooring but the momentum she already gained still caused her face to crash with a backpack belonging to a familiar green jacket wearer.

This throughly helped her slow down and not fall with the person but she still experienced the discomfort of her nose nearly being crushed by the textbooks in their backpack.

Still being as polite as ever, she rubbed her nose gently and backed away from the familiar classmate.

"I'm so sorry! I was trying to find one of my friends. Well, both of my best friends but you should really take it easy on the textbooks, bud." Y/N rambled in a chary tone, opening up her eyes and making contact with those very charming brown eyes she's known to adore.

Peter's laugh resonated through her ears, a boyish grin adorning his admirable features.

She felt her heart soar, the scuttle of hormonal teenagers quieted down to a muffled sound. She gave Peter her full attention despite being the one who claimed to be in search of him.

"Sorry, chemistry is a big load of hefty words. I hope you find your "best friends"." His bottom lip pursed out into a pout but his eyes were still gleaming.

Y/N laughed at him, shoving his shoulder lightly. "Oh, hush. You know I meant you and Ned! Speaking of Ned..?"

"He already left for class but I could walk you to yours..If you wouldn't mind of course!" He quickly stammered.

Peter was absolutely smitten for Y/N. Every little thing she did set his senses into a frenzy. The smell of her Victoria Secret perfume, how it encapsulated her perfectly. The honey-sweet sound of her voice making Peter melt. The beauty she possessed and how every curve to her body sent shivers down his spine. The way she snorted after laughing for a great deal of time. When I mean Peter was smitten for every part of Y/N, he was wholeheartedly smitten for her and only her.

Y/N nodded with a beaming smile, already walking in the direction of her first class alongside Peter with their shoulders brushing past each other occasionally.

Y/N wasn't sure when her feelings developed for the nerdy dork, but she knew she fell hard. To this day Y/N believed Peter was the first guy to have ever stolen her heart, and still held onto it.

If she was asked to describe Peter in one word, she would be stuck tongue-tied. There would be too many positive attributes Y/N could list. She would begin by describing those gorgeous brown eyes that could set her heart on fire. Y/N could listen to Peter's voice days on end, and even longer if he had some frustrations to ramble about. She admired the way he ignored Flash's rude remarks, being the bigger person, and standing up for the younger students when they were in predicaments in the hallways. She loved how selfless he was. He was the kindest person Y/N ever knew. She was not just infatuated with Peter, she was head over heels for him. She adored the loving hell outta him.

"So, you said you were looking for Ned and I..Are you going to pay back for stealing my cookie last week?" He flashed on a serious façade but not truly being upset with her. He could never.

"No, besides, I won that fair and square. You know I'm the only one who can make MJ laugh, we just get each other."

Peter mocked the last part of her sentence, earning an eye roll from her.

"Anyway, it wasn't about the cookie. I actually needed to talk with you..Can we talk during lunch possibly?" She asked with a passive tone to her voice.

"Of course we can! I hope it isn't too scary of a conversation; I want to eat my sandwich in peace."

Y/N laughed. "I know you do. Don't worry, I'll try to keep it brief. Or at least try to.."

Soon they arrived to Y/N's classroom. She knew she would have the most difficult time focusing in her first two classes before lunch. Her mind would be clouded with various scenarios that could arise once she confessed to him.

After 1st and 2nd period, lunch finally came along and the cafeteria was packed with high schoolers and a few teachers that forgot their lunch at home. At the time, Ned and Y/N were the only ones sitting at their table while MJ spoke to a teacher about an assignment and Peter was grabbing something at a vending machine. The lines were really stinking long.

"Peter brought up in chem that you were looking for us..Well, specifically him. Are you finally going to ask him out?" Ned wiggled his eyebrows in a teasing manner.

New was honestly the sole reason Y/N even considered confessing to Peter. His nonstop poking motivation. Yes, he poked her until she broke and gave in.

"I-I don't know! Several different alarms are going off in my head. I don't know what to say or, more importantly, how to say what I feel. There's so many things that I could say but I don't want to overwhelm him. You know, it's very difficult confessing to one of your best friends."

Ned thought for a few passing moments until an idea popped into his mind.

"I got it! Practice confessing to Peter on me then I can help you." He suggested.

Y/N's cheeks lit up like a siren on a firetruck. "Are you joking? Are you trying to embarrass me further? What if Peter shows up and hears everything. God, I'll die. I'll probably die of embarrassment."

Ned rolled his eyes but still kept on his calm, friendly disposition. "Just try it, please? I promise it will help you find the right words to tell him. Trust me, okay?"

Y/N hesitated with a heavy sigh, nodding.

"Okay..Peter, I've been meaning to tell you something for such a long time and while I'm not sure how you'll react, I know you deserve to know. For as long as I've known you, your main intention in life is to protect the ones you love and adore. You strive to be kind and friendly to all those who find struggle and difficulty in their lives. You've also gone through so many tragedies and you deserve all the love in return. I want to give you that love and more. I want to be more than the friend who offers their shoulder to cry on. To have more than comforting hugs and random midnight calls. I want to embrace you in a different form of intimacy. I want to share every part of me with you. I love you."

Ned's jaw dropped open, and Y/N took that as a good sign. However, upon closer examination, she noticed his gaze straying past her. She quickly turned around and, lo and behold, the one and only Peter Parker was standing just a few feet behind her. He had a cookie in his hand and Y/N couldn't help cracking a little smile but she soon realized what had happened. Her eyes met with Peter's and she swore she saw a hint of sadness in them. Maybe even watery. Those once gleaming irises were now dull.

"P-Peter!? Oh shit-You didn't hear any of that, right? Well, I'm assuming you did. Umm-What did you think of it?" She asked, nearly wanting to facepalm at her ignorant mind. She shouldn't have listened to Ned.

"What do I think of it? You just confessed to Ned so it's not really my place to comment on it. I'll leave you two alone for awhile." He replied, turning away and leaving the cafeteria.

Y/N knew why Ned was such in shock. Peter had arrived at the end of her confession, not realizing she started off talking about him. Without another word spoken between her and Ned, she dashed after Peter, tugging on his free arm to pull him back.

"Peter, wait! That confession wasn't meant for Ned..He was helping me practice!" She tried to explain.

Peter had a few tears falling down his cheeks. Y/N caught them almost immediately no matter what he did to wipe them away.

"Shit shit shit. This wasn't how asking you out was supposed to go!" She complained.

Peter repeated what she had just said in his mind, those same dazzling eyes perking up with life again.

"Ask me out?" He needed to confirm what he was hearing.

"Yes! Ned convinced me to confess to you with him because I couldn't find the right words. Really, I should be thanking him but I'm not sure how you feel because you heard everything and that's seriously embarrassi-"

Y/N's breath got caught in her throat, the weight on her shoulders lifting from the soft kiss Peter brought her into. Immediately, her worries washed away and she felt calm again. He had a way with that. She was kissing him back but with her body still rigid in shock, she wasn't breathing through her nostrils.

Peter finally pulled away, chuckling and rubbing his thumb tenderly against her cheek. "Breath, Y/N/N."

She started breathing normally but the intimate moment hadn't broken between them, staring into each other's souls that tied their fates with the other.

"I love you too.. I've always loved you, and only you."

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this is in my unexpected universe, someone suggested more scout and addie fanfics so this is the result

“Oh my gosh, Scout look!” Addison, his little sister pointed to a dog who was in the middle of the street roaming.

“They’re tiny.” Scout commented, he looked both ways before he went into the street and cautiously picked up the small dog. “They don’t have a collar or tag.”

“We should keep them!” Addison exclaimed clapping her hands together.

“You know what mom said, no pets.”

“But why?”

“I don’t know.” Scout honestly confessed.

“Let’s bring it home! We can keep it a secret!”

“I think moms gonna realize a dog in the house.”

“Come on pleeeeeeeease?” Scout looked between his little sister and the dog.

“Fine, but if we get in trouble this is on you.”

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“Okay this is the plan. I’ll open the gate and put the dog in the backyard. Then we’ll both go inside and once moms distracted I’ll go into the yard and bring the dog up to my room and you’ll meet me in there and we’ll make a plan.” Scout said once the pair got in front of their house, and let the dog into their backyard. “Don’t mention anything to mom or dad.”

“Ok, I won’t.” Addison promised once the pair walked into the house.

“Hey mom.” Scout said nervously, he was never good at hiding things from his mother.

“Hey scout.” She reciprocated in the same tone, slightly confused to as to why her son seemed nervous. “Everything okay?”

“Yep everything is great!” The third grader said an octave higher than his usual voice.

“How are you, Addie?” She asked her daughter, still confused at her sons behavior.

“Oh I’m doing great!” Addison cheerfully said wincing once Scout nudged her with his elbow. He already had their mother suspicious, they didn’t need her adding to their mothers suspicions.

“Ok, well we need to go do our homework right Addie?” Scout asked his sister.

“I don’t get homework I’m only in kindergarten.” Scout sighed and pushed his sister along leaving behind a very confused Amelia.

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“Addison, we have to keep this more on the down low. Moms already suspicious. Now just stay up here, I’m gonna go out back and bring the dog up here.” Addison nodded in agreement. Scout ran down the stairs, and looked to see his mother in her study engrossed with the computer. He quietly opened the sliding glass door, and the dog quickly ran to him. He quickly picked up the dog and ran up the stairs slamming the door behind him.

“What are we gonna feed him?” Addison asked as she pet the dog.

“Umm, I think we’re having chicken tonight. Dogs can eat chicken right?”

“I dunno. I know nothing about dogs.” Addison honestly answered.

“Okay, umm. Water!” Scout exclaimed. “I know he can have water.”

“I’ll go get it.” Addison offered jumping up from her seated position on the floor. She skipped down the stairs and made her way into the kitchen. She pushed one of the chairs up against the counter so she could climb up to reach the bowls.

“Watcha doing?” Her mother asked with her arms crossed against her chest.

“Getting some water”

“With a bowl?” She asked gesturing to the bowl in her daughters hand.

“Yep.” She hopped off the counter onto the chair returning it to its place.

“Okay. Well I’ll be in my study if you need anything.” Once Addison saw her mother was sitting in her study. She filled the bowl with water and carefully brought it up the stairs, only spilling a little bit onto the floor.

“Did mom see you?” Scout asked once his sister closed the door behind her.

“Yeah, but I don’t think she thinks anything.”

“That’s good.” Scout pet the dog as it eagerly drank the water. “I think we can pull this off.”

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“Hey where are the kids? They’re usually running all over the place.” Link asked as he kissed the top of his wife’s head, reading what she was reading on the computer.

“Upstairs harboring a fugitive dog, thinking I don’t know about it”

“What?” Link chuckled.

“They found a dog on their way home from school. They’re hiding it in Scouts room. And your the one who needs to tell them they can’t keep it.” Amelia turned around in the spiny chair to make eye contact, indicating she was serious.

“What? Why me?”

“Because I’m always the bad guy.”

“What if we just kept it?”

“Link I don’t want a dog in this house right now.”

“The kids will be devastated.”

“Good thing I’m not the one telling them.”

“Fine. Can I do it after dinner?”

“No Link, now.” Amelia pointed up the stairs. “I don’t want them getting too attached.”

“Fine.” Link sighed heading for the door out of her study, but turned around. “We could keep the dog though, come on the kids would love it.”

“Link! Go!”

“Okay, okay!” Link defensively held up his hands. He made his way up the stairs and opened his sons door. Where he found his son stuffing his daughter and the dog into his closet, upon hearing him walk up the stairs. “I know your trying to hide a dog, and it’s not going to work.”

“What! How’d you know?” Scout exclaimed.

“Because I have superpowers. Addie please come out of the closet with the dog.”

“Daddy, can we please please please keep him?” Addie sweetly asked hugging the dog as she came into the room.

“I’m sorry we can’t.” It physically pained Link to say, especially once he saw his kids faces.

“Pleaaaaaase? We’ll take really good care of him. We’ll do everything.” Scout begged

“Mom, doesn’t want a dog living in the house.”

“Mom doesn’t have to know!” Addie suggested.

“I think she’s gonna realize.”

“We can build him a little dog house in the backyard.” Scout suggested.

“I don’t think that’d be fair to him. It rains all the time, he deserves to be nice and dry.”

“Dad please please please! Zola, Bailey, and Ellis have a dog. The dogs can be best friends and play at Christmas and thanksgiving!” Addie rambled. Link looked between his two kids and the dog and went back down the stairs to talk with his wife.

“Hey babe.” Link greeted his wife and wrapped his arms around her as she poured herself a glass of water.

“No, Link we’re not keeping that dog.”

“He’s so cute though, and really sweet. The kids just adore him.”

“Link we don’t have the space for it.”

“Sure we do.”

“Link five people in a house is a lot to begin with we can’t add a dog to the mix.”

“What? We don’t have five people? We’re four.” Link hesitated for a moment before he understood what his wife was trying to tell him. “Wait are you...?”

“Yeah.” Amelia chuckled. “I’m pregnant, I found out this morning.”

“Oh my god. Oh my god!” Link picked up his wife and spun her around causing her to laugh loudly. “Think about it, three kids, a dog. It could be great.”

“Ugh, Link. We can’t keep this dog. What if he has an owner? It probably has rabies anyways, dogs are a lot of work. it’ll just be too much.”

“Okay. I understand.” Link hugged his wife again. “But-“

“Absolutely not. It’s either dog or baby.”

“Fine.” Link sighed, making his way back up the stairs.

“Did she say yes?” Addie eagerly asked once their dad entered the room.

“No she didn’t. She brought up some good points.”

“Well maybe if she saw the dog she’d think otherwise.” Scout interjected.

“No, I don’t think that’ll help. I think we’ve got to find this guys owner. He’s seemed to of been well cared for.”

“No! He didn’t have a collar the owners must of not cared that much!” Addison pointed out.

“That doesn’t mean he doesn’t have owners, and that they didn’t care. I’m sure someone’s missing them very much.”

“Here.” Link pulled out his phone and pulled up the HOAs Facebook page to see if anyone had posted about a missing dog. The top thing in the pages feed was on a missing dog, matching the description of the one in question. “See there’s someone looking for this little guy.”

“Oh.” The two kids simultaneously said, looking at the post their father had pulled up.

“Alright I’m gonna take this little guy back to his owners.” Link picked up the dog who resided in his daughters lap. “I’m sorry guys.”

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“Do you want some green beans?” Amelia asked her daughter.

“No.”

“Babe, you’ve got to eat something.”

“I’m good but thank you.” Addie politely said with her arms crossed against her chest. She had decided to boycott dinner in protest of the dog being returned.

“Okay this is ridiculous. I know your upset about the dog, but he has an owner who missed him very much. If one of you were missing I’d be very upset, so I’m sure the owner was relieved once he was returned.” Amelia said trying to convince her kids they did the right thing.

“Can we get another dog? There are tons of dogs who need homes.” Scout suggested.

“No we can’t sorry bud.” Link answered receiving a smile from his wife, for stepping up.

“Why? Me and Scout will take good care of it.” Addison asked, fluttering her eyes trying to guilt her parents.

“Well.” Amelia looked to her husband to make sure he was in tandem to telling their kids about the pregnancy now, reciving a nod from him. “It’d be a lot of work first off. And it’s already crowded to begin with, and five people in a house is kind of a lot don’t you think? So a dog on top of it would be too much.”

“Mom, you counted wrong. There’s four of us.” Scout said, counting his family members again just to make sure.

“Well, I’m pregnant. So in a couple of months you guys will have another sibling.” Amelia announced, unable to stop smiling.

“Really?” Scout asked visibly excited on the impending arrival of the newest Lincoln.

“Yep.”

“Oh goodness, this is going to be so cool! Addie your gonna love having a little sibling it’s going to be so much fun!” Scout forgot all about the dog upon hearing of the impending arrival of his new sibling.

“Can’t we trade the baby in for a dog?” Addie asked, even more upset. She didn’t want another sibling she really just wanted a dog.

“We can’t I’m sorry.” Amelia chuckled slightly at her daughters comment. “Just because this baby is coming doesn’t mean we’re going to love you two any less or forget about you.”

“We know mom.” Scout said smiling.

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“Scout?” Addison asked slightly shaking her brother awake.

“What?” He responded rather annoyed.

“Can we talk?”

“Sure.” His demeanor changing when he realized his sister seemed upset. He got up out of his bed and followed his sister into her room, whenever they talked they would sit on the bean bag chairs in her room.

“I think mom and dad don’t want us anymore.” Addison honestly confessed once the two were situated. This causing Scout to laugh out loud.

“That’s crazy. They love us more than anything.”

“So why are they having another one?” Addison exclaimed dramatically flopping backward so she was on her back.

“They just want to expand the love.” Scout guessed, he felt bad to see his sister upset so he decided to tell her about when he found out about her arrival. “When mom and dad told me you were coming I was really upset.”

“What?” Addison asked shocked sitting upright now. “You love me, we’re like best friends. How could you not want me?”

“Cause I was scared they’d forget about me, and they didn’t. They just got more love, and I think that’s what’s going to happen. More love. And think about this, this baby will be our new best friend. We’ll have more people to gang up on mom and dad with, so I’m pretty sure with the three of us we’ll be able to convince mom and dad for that dog.”

“Thank you, Scout.”

“Anytime.” The third grader smiled at his sister. “Well I’m going to bed now.”

“Night.”

“Night.” Scout responded, closing the door behind him. “Mom?”

“You are the best big brother.” His mother kneeled down and tightly hugged him.

“Umm thanks? Did you hear that whole conversation.”

“I did. I love you so much.”

“I know, can you let me go though your crushing me.”

“Oh yeah sorry.” Amelia chuckled wiping away the tears at her eyes. “Thank you for talking to Addie, what you said was very true and very insightful. Your very wise for such a little boy.”

“Ugh, mom I’m not little. I’m in third grade.” Scout put emphasis on the third, trying to make his mother realize he was well in fact very old.

“I know I know your very grown up, but even when your thirty your going to be my kind little boy. I’ll talk to Addie in the morning and try to help her understand.”

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