#( that would like to play list is a bit too long HAh )

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New season boring af pt2

Steddie | modern au | famous actor Steve Harrington | 4.9k | ao3

part one

“Are you talking with that guy again?” The sound of Robin’s voice startles Steve, who can only lock his phone and slip it into his pocket to hide it from her. He wasn’t even talking with Eddie, that’s the embarrassing part. He was looking at the pictures that he had shared with him over the months they have been talking.

“No,” Steve says, but he must not sound very convincing.

“Steve! I’ve told you he could be a weirdo, or a stalker!”

“And I’ve told you he is not a stalker, he was not that interested in me before we started texting. And he works in a record store all the way in Chicago. I’ve seen it.”

“Do you understand the concept of catfishes? He could still be a stalker.”

“Well that stalker has seen my dick, so” Steve shrugs.

“WHAT? You whore!” Robin shouts, Steve is very thankful that they are alone in the makeup trailer now. “When did this happen?”

Steve crosses his arms and grumbles, knowing what is coming. “A month ago?”

“A MONTH?”

“Yeah.” And what a fucking month it has been. Steve can still remember that first time in perfect detail. Steve had not expected Eddie’s picture. At all. He had been hoping for a reaction, that’s why he had chosen that movie, but Eddie had given him something much better. The sight of his tented pyjamas was only surpassed by the sight of his actual dick on the video call later.

Steve will admit – only to himself – that it was reckless and dangerous, but it was also the culmination of weeks of studying Eddie’s picture, of watching time and time again the little videos he posted in his close friends stories (the day Steve had been added to the list was another peak for him, as embarrassing as that is) playing guitar and dicking around with his friends (maybe he was the stalker of the two). It was Steve seeing how he affected the guy he had the hots for after months of being sexually frustrated with barely enough time to jack off between filming. Because of course Eddie wasn’t only funny and nice to talk to, he also had to be the hot friend of his group.

He had not been planning for that reaction, but he was not going to pass up that opportunity. Seeing the hand he had seen wrapped around guitar necks for so long wrapped around Eddie’s cock… Steve was never going to forget that sight.

“This is crazy, like, do you even know his name?” Robin interrupts his thoughts.

“Of course I do, he’s Eddie.” He’s always known his name, it’s in his profile.

“Surname?”

Steve pauses. “You don’t know the surname of all your friends.”

“I think in this case you should have asked, Steve.”

“Why can’t you trust me with this?”

“I just worry about you, and maybe I’m a bit sad that you didn’t tell me sooner.”

“I knew you would just nag me about it.”

“Hah! So you know what you did was wrong!”

“If you didn’t want this to happen then you shouldn’t have made me watch Notting Hill.”

“That’s different!”

“How.”

“Well, for one it’s a movie,” she says, putting up a finger. Steve rolls his eyes and puts his hands on his hips. That’s pretty obvious. “Two!” Robin puts up another finger. “They met in real life, not the internet.”

“It was the 90s, of course they met in person. Are you saying that it would be fine if I went to Chicago and met him casually in his record store?”

“No, maybe, don’t try to distract me.”

“Keep your points coming, come on.”

“Three!” Another finger comes up. “Hugh Grant is... hot?”

Steve snorts. “Eddie is hot too.” They wouldn’t be having this conversation if he wasn’t. “And anyways, you are a lesbian, you have no opinion on this.” He waves it off with a hand.

“I still have eyes, and that’s what everyone says.”

“Not valid. Your arguments are not accepted, I know you don’t think Hugh Grant is hot.”

“But that’s not the point! Ugh, okay.” Robin pauses for a few seconds, but Steve knows she’s not finished talking. “So, he saw your dick, did you see his? Wait, no, don’t tell me details. A month ago? I still can’t believe it. Have you done that again?”

And there she is. Steve laughs. “Yes, we’ve done it again.”

****

Steve.hrrgtn: hey, just a quick question

Steve.hrrgtn: what’s your surname?

Batking: why? trying to steal it for yourself?

Steve’s heart should not skip like that from that line.

Steve.hrrgtn: just so I know who I should address the restraining order to when you finally try to murder me

Batking: fuck youve been talking with robin again?

Batking: its munson

Batking: edward munson

Batking: you need anything else? my social security number or something? Ill send you a picture of my drivers license

Steve.hrrgtn: I think I only need that for now, thank you for your cooperation

Batking: you better not be lying about the reason

Batking: if I catch you writing one mr and mr munson in your diary you will need the restraining order for real

Steve’s heart should NOT skip like that from that line.

****

Steve takes a picture on the mirror of the dressing room, stylists still all around him. Nobody pays attention to him, they are all too busy for that, packing up and chatting. Steve should be taking the graduation gown off so it can be packed up with everything else, just so they can go home earlier, but he had to take the picture first. He had taken pictures with the rest of the cast, sure, but this is different.

He is smiling, cap held in his hand.

Steve.hrrgtn: *picture attached*

Steve.hrrgtn: just graduated

He sends the message and moves to take the costume off and his own clothes back on. When he takes his phone back, there is a message already waiting for him. A smile makes its way to his face in a second.

Batking: at the grown age of 25, took you even longer than me and I did my senior year three times

Batking: congratu fucking lations

Steve.hrrgtn: you are an asshole

Steve.hrrgtn: but do you know what this means??

Steve moves around the room, thanking everyone. It takes him a while, so he is confused when an answer is not waiting for him when he looks back at his phone.

Steve.hrrgtn: Eddie?

Batking: *Screenshot of the I’M FREEEE!!!!!! WORST EXPERIENCE OF MY FUCKING LIFE meme*

Batking: this?

Batking: sorry sweetheart I was looking for the meme

Steve.hrrgtn: EXACTLY THAT

Steve.hrrgtn: not like the WORST because I met Robin here and all but FUCK YEAH it’s over

Batking: these four months of waiting for the torture to finish must have felt so long

Steve smiles, typing as he walks outside. They are having a wrap party later, so he needs to find Robin so they can get ready together.

Steve.hrrgtn: hmm not really

Steve.hrrgtn: I had someone sending me memes to entertain me that made the time fly

Batking: must be one hell of a lucky guy

Steve.hrrgtn: assuming genders now?

Batking: oh sorry, are you cheating on me with another meme provider? Am I not enough for you now? You looked for someone else to keep you company?

Steve knows this is just teasing, that Eddie doesn’t believe that. Still.

Steve.hrrgtn: nah

Steve.hrrgtn: just you

****

Batking: okay were you going to tell me your mother is a fucking coppola

Steve.hrrgtn: she is a very respected lady

Steve.hrrgtn: also barely a coppola

Batking: still a coppola

Batking: you are a nepo baby

Steve.hrrgtn: every day it amazes me how little you know about me

Batking: I like keeping you humble

Batking: my brain doesn’t understand that the steve from my phone is really the Steve Harrington on tv sometimes

Batking: so I try not to see stuff about you on the internet

Batking: feels weird

Batking: MY ROOMMATE ON THE OTHER HAND

Batking: he was reading your wikipedia page and your mothers name was in blue so he started following the lead

Eddie had told him once that he hadn’t told his friends about what they had going on, that they just wouldn’t believe him. That must have changed. It makes Steve feel giddy.

Steve.hrrgtn: aw you finally told your friends about me?

Batking: they said they are happy to feed my delusions

Steve.hrrgtn: lmao

Batking: anyway that’s not the point here

Steve.hrrgtn: whats the point?

Steve.hrrgtn: you already knew I was rich and famous

Batking: yeah but this feels different

Batking: you are a nepo baby its like I should hate you

Batking: but you are such a good guy

Batking: from a rich family, hot, nice, funny…

Batking: you cant have everything its unfair

The rich family part doesn’t really do anything for Steve. It’s just a fact. But Eddie complimenting his personality and appearance? That always works on Steve.

Steve.hrrgtn: is this a way to get me to call you?

Steve.hrrgtn: because in the words of a metalhead I know

Steve.hrrgtn: flattery works on me

Batking: it wasnt at first

Batking: but I wont say no to a call with the most gorgeous man I’ve ever seen

Steve lets out a huff. Eddie and him both know what he did there.

He taps the call icon.

****

Steve stands frozen in the middle of his living room, the smile that had been on his face now completely wiped off. For the first time since he started talking to Eddie, his heart has dropped to his gut at one of his messages.

He keeps his gaze on his phone, the screen staring back at him.

There is a screenshot of a picture of him and Nancy coming out of a restaurant at night. He has his arm wrapped around her shoulders. That was just last night, Nancy had been upset and he had been trying to shield her from the flashes. The picture is accompanied by the headline ‘Caught in the act! Steve Harrington back with ex?’. Eddie’s message is under it.

Batking: glad you are having fun now that filming has finished

It’s- not right. Steve knows Eddie’s snarky comments, knows the feel his teasing. This is not it.

Steve.hrrgtn: I thought you didn’t look for stuff about my private life on the internet?

It comes out as defensive, and Steve instantly regrets it, but it had been one of the things he liked about Eddie, how he learned about Steve from him and not from rumours and the internet.

Batking: turns out that talking to you makes it unavoidable

Of fucking course it does. Who was Steve kidding? He knew this was bound to happen, that the media was going to be a problem at some point. He tries not to blame it on Eddie.

Steve.hrrgtn: it’s not like that

Steve.hrrgtn: she’s just a friend

Steve.hrrgtn: she had a fight with her boyfriend and needed a bit of a pick me up

Batking: you don’t need to explain yourself to me

And that’s the thing, isn’t it? At the end of the day, they have not even met each other in person. That doesn’t make this feel right.

Steve tries to imagine how he would feel if he saw Eddie having dinner with an ex. He doesn’t like the feeling at all.

Steve.hrrgtn: I still want you to know

He needs him to know.

Batking: really steve it’s okay

Batking: I shouldnt have sent that

Batking: Im not sure why I did

Steve has an idea why he did, but he is not going to say it, too afraid of fucking everything up if he does.

Steve.hrrgtn: its okay

Steve.hrrgtn: you are giving me an excuse to bitch about the lack of privacy and how much I hate paps

Steve is sure Eddie is going to recognize it as what this is. A weak attempt at diffusing the tension. Steve hopes it works.

Batking: you know im always open to listen to you bitching about your lavish life

It’s still a bitchy comment, but Steve lets out a sigh of relief. He recognizes that heat.

****

Batking: holy shit steve

That’s the only message on Steve’s phone, it’s the only message from Eddie for a couple of hours. Steve very patiently (or not) waits for him to elaborate, growing more and more nervous when he doesn’t.

Steve.hrrgtn: Eddie? Did you get murdered?

Batking: sorry I texted you as soon as I got the call and then the guys came over and I got swept way

Steve.hrrgtn: that’s okay

Steve.hrrgtn: but what happened? Something good?

Steve really hopes it’s something good.

Batking: we got a gig

Batking: like an actual gig

Steve.hrrgtn: holy shit eddie!

Steve.hrrgtn: that’s amazing

Batking: can I call you?

He doesn’t need to ask, he knows that. They are way past the point of internet acquaintances or friends who sometimes jerk off together on the phone.

Steve hits the video call button, and Eddie answers almost immediately. He is walking away from the cacophony of his friends, a blush high on his cheeks and his hair a mess even as he tries to brush it down. He looks stupidly good.

“Jesus, you look great,” are the first words out of Eddie’s mouth.

Steve snorts, he had been lying on the couch thirty seconds ago. His hair is a mess, he hasn’t shaved in two days. He never lets anyone see him like this. Eddie is different.

“Shut up. You got a gig!”

“We got a gig!”

“How did it happen?”

“You know my friend Chrissy?” Eddie asks. He closes a door behind himself and the noise is now gone, they are alone. Steve nods. “She got a job at a venue that doubles as concert hall and club and they are doing a metal week or something like that. They are bringing some very cool groups from all around the country- I’m so excited to see some of them- but that’s not the point. They wanted to give an opportunity to a local band and that’s where we come in!”

“They gave it to you?”

“They said they really like our vibe.”

“Of course they do,” Steve says with a snort. If Steve didn’t know better, he would say that Eddie just came out of a movie set set in the 80s. Perfect vibe for a metal week.

“Don’t laugh!”

“I’m not laughing! You do have the vibe. Tell me more about it, when’s this happening?”

“It’s very short notice but-“

Steve listens as Eddie tells him all about it, with his excited gestures and the wide smile that splits his face. They talk until Eddie’s friends come to get him to go for celebratory drinks.

As soon as the call ends, Steve calls Robin.

“How do you feel about going to Chicago in two weeks?”

****

The venue is loud. It’s already full when Steve and Robin arrive, just a few minutes before the concert starts. It’s not big, Eddie had told Steve so, but it still has a proper stage, and actual, stablished groups have concerts here. It’s a big step from the bar where Eddie and his friends usually play to an audience more interested on their drinks and conversations than in listening to them. People had to pay for this, even if it was a ticket that included a drink or if it was included into the week pass.

Batking: we are about to come out and I’m nervous as fuck

Steve.hrrgtn: I thought everyone already knew you were gay?

Batking: shut up

Steve.hrrgtn: don’t be nervous

Steve.hrrgtn: I know you are going to be amazing

Batking: I wish you were here

Batking: its going to be the gig of the century

Okay so Steve has not told Eddie that he was coming to see him, so what? He really wanted to see him in his natural environment, just him, not influenced by the knowledge that Steve would be in the audience.

Steve.hrrgtn: I’m always with you

Batking: you know what I mean

Steve.hrrgtn: don’t worry about that

Steve.hrrgtn: you go give the best performance all these people have ever seen

They stay out of the dancefloor slash pit, up in the balcony next to the cloakroom. They have a great view of the stage and the only reason Steve can think for them being the only ones here is that it may not be allowed, but an employee starts walking towards them and just turns around when he takes a good look at them.

Batking: okay we are coming out now

Batking: ttyl <3

Steve.hrrgtn: <3

“It’s starting,” Steve tells Robin. Just a couple of seconds later the lights dim and four figures take up their positions at the stage.

When the music starts, it is loud.

Steve feels so fucking proud. He had seen videos of Eddie’s band performing at bars or jamming in the studio they rent, but they are not like this, they are nothing like this. It’s like they had been living in a cage and were now released in the wild. Steve was  fully prepared to lie to Eddie about what he thought of the concert. He has seen a lot of groups more experienced than Eddie’s that were not as good, that didn’t know how to hype up the audience like them, that weren’t so natural with it. Now, seeing Eddie on stage, he knows that he won’t have to lie about them being incredible.

Steve’s eyes can’t stray from Eddie. It’s like a magnet. Better than any video, better than any call. He can see the whole him, the way he moves, the way he smiles and his hair flows. The way his fingers move on the guitar. He can’t wait to be closer to him.

“Try not to ruin your underwear before you even meet him,” Robin yells into his ear. Steve pushes her away from him, but they are both laughing.

Steve has been wondering for days about how will Eddie react when he sees him for the first time. If it will be after the concert, when Steve inevitably makes his way to the green room, or if Eddie will be able to spot him in the audience. If maybe Steve will miss the moment Eddie’s eyes land on him.

The moment ends up being impossible to miss.

“Holy shit,” Eddie says into the microphone.

His eyes are focused on Steve, his mouth gaping. Steve laughs and waves to him and Eddie gives him a small wave in answer from the stage before his eyes jump back down to the audience.

“Holy shit you guys are great,” he tries to brush it off. “Keep the energy up for the next song!”

The concert continues, but now Steve catches Eddie’s eyes every few minutes, a smile coming to both their faces every time.

It’s not long before Eddie is speaking again.

“It is with great sadness that I must inform you that the next song is our last. Yes, yes, I know, very sad,” he says in response to the oohs from the audience. “I just wanted to take a minute to thank the organization for putting their trust on us and giving us this opportunity. Also to all of you good humans that decided to use your money to come see us, I expect your follows by tomorrow.” He starts playing, the others matching the rhythm. A repeating single note. “To all the metalheads and non-metalheads here,” he adds, louder, his gaze fixing on Steve. “I’m taking groupie applications. The requisites are: One! Be a male, sorry ladies. Two! Be 25 years old. Three! Have great hair. And four, have at least one teen choice award for best shirtless scene.” There are confused sounds from the audience, but Eddie is grinning and Steve is laughing. “Very easy to meet, the backstage door is impossible to miss.” He flicks his gaze to the side, and Steve follows it to see a door at the side of the balcony. He sends him a thumbs up. “Okay, lets rock this shit!”

The concert ends with a bang, and Steve and Robin scurry off to the backstage door before people start coming up to go out for a smoke, because not many people seem to be going home yet, the venue staying open as a bar. They don’t run into any problem because again, an employee takes one good look at their face and opens the staff only door for them. Steve has to admit that sometimes being  so famous has its perks.

The sound of the music gets muted the moment the door closes behind them. The corridor is long, but they only have to follow the shouts of exited boys.

Eddie is the first person Steve sees when they get to the green room. He is jumping up and down while hugging his friends and they all scream. Steve crosses his arms and leans on the doorframe with a grin, Robin next to him. Eddie must catch the movement with his side eye because he stops and turns to them with a grin.

“I told you you were going to do great,” Steve says as a greeting.

The other boys finally stop too, and Steve sees the confusion and disbelief down on their faces when they take them in.

“Eddie, tell me I’m not seeing your imaginary boyfriend,” one of them says.

“You are Gareth, aren’t you? The roommate,” Steve says, pointing at him while he walks over. “Eddie has told me about you.”

Gareth takes his hand with his mouth wide open and barely a coherent thought behind his eyes. Steve sees Eddie’s eyes land with a laser focus on their clasped hands.

“Can’t believe I owe Chrissy twenty,” another boy says with a groan. Jeff, Steve is pretty sure.

“You bet I was making it up?” Eddie asks, offended.

“I bet you were too deep into a parasocial relationship.”

“And I bet you were getting scammed by a catfish,” the other boy says.

Robin lets out a cackle.

“I told Steve the same thing!”

They start talking around them, but Steve doesn’t care. He is two steps away from Eddie, he can see the sweat from the concert glistening on his skin, the deep brown of his eyes staring into him. He needs to close that distance. Before he can take a step forward, Eddie speaks.

“Do you want to come out for some fresh air? There’s a fenced back area for deliveries, should be empty.”

Does Steve want to go with Eddie to a spot with just the two of them? Fuck yeah.

“Yes! The air is so stuffy here, I might die if I don’t come out for a few minutes,” Robin says.

Eddie moves his eyes from Steve to her, his smile turning awkward.

“Right, yeah. Guys, we are stepping out for a couple minutes, okay?” Eddie calls out, taking a leather jacket from the back of a chair. “Follow me.”

Steve’s gaze drops to Eddie’s ass when he walks past them and back into the corridor. Fuck. He needs to close that distance.

Eddie holds the door to the outside for them, gesturing for them to come out with his other hand. His fingers are twitching, his whole body is, for that matter. He’s nervous, Steve can tell.

The door closes with bang after them, and they stand in the dimly lit outside. Robin is talking, and Steve feels just a bit bad about how Eddie and him are very obviously not listening to her.

Eddie is fiddling with the zippers of his jacket, his eyes roaming Steve’s body and flicking to Robin for a second from time to time.

They stay like that for a couple of minutes before Eddie takes a pack of cigarettes from a pocket of his jacket.

“You smoke?” he asks Steve.

“I’m an actor,” Steve says as answer.

Eddie smiles and, before Steve can reach out to grab a cigarette, Eddie has grabbed two and put both in his mouth. He moves to put the pack back in his pocket before he seems to remember that they are not alone and offers it to Robin, but she declines and starts talking about how tobacco is bad for your lungs and teeth, actually.

Steve can only look as Eddie lights both of the cigarettes at the same time and offers one to him. He takes it, their fingers brushing and sending electricity all through Steve’s body, their eyes fixed on each other.

“Okay, this is too much, I’m going inside.” Robin says, both boys turn to her. There is a beat of silence, and Steve realises she was waiting for one of them to say something, but they are both too late. “Your friend Chrissy was at the bar, right? I’ll tell her to get me a drink, you boys just… do whatever, no rush. Just- be careful or whatever.”

They stare at the door until it closes, the bang the one thing that makes Steve snap back towards Eddie. The boy is taking a drag of his cigarette and Steve mirrors him.

“Sorry, I just-“ Eddie starts. He is flicking the barely there ash. Steve can guess he needed something to do with his hands more than a real smoke. “Part of my brain is still trying to keep up with the fact that you are actually here and real and not a creation of my imagination.”

“Why? You fantasize about me that much?”

“Oh, you have no idea sweetheart,” Eddie answers with a sly smile.

Fuck. Hearing that directly from Eddie, looking at his face while he says it with no phone screen separating them is making the metre between them feel unbearable.

“You know what they say, sometimes you need to touch to believe.”

Eddie chuckles. “I’m not sure that’s right.”

But he still takes a step forward and the next thing Steve knows is that Eddie has a hand cupping his face and their lips are squeezed together in a messy kiss. Steve barely has time to answer to the kiss, drop the cigarette and grab Eddie back before the guy is pushing away and putting a hand up between them.

“Sorry, I should have- very real by the way.” Eddie says, punctuating the last part with a wave of his hand. “Great advice there, I-“

He can’t say more, because now it’s Steve pulling him closer into a kiss. There is no interruption now so the kiss goes on, and on, and Steve makes Eddie open his mouth to kiss him deeper, pulls him closer to him. This is everything he had hoped for and more. Eddie matches him beat to beat.

They get lost into it, until some voices come from their side, and Eddie pushes him away against Steve’s protests. He doesn’t allow him to go too far, one of his hands holding Eddie’s face and the other his hip close to his.

“You want to wake up to some scandalous headlines?” Eddie asks with a smile.

“Maybe they will get the memo if they find me on my knees for a guy.”

“Getting ahead of ourselves here, Steve,” Eddie says, but Steve sees how his eyes darken.

“Sorry, did you have better plans for tonight?”

Eddie shakes his head, “nothing that could beat corrupting the golden boy.”

“You think our friends will forgive us if we just leave?”

“Jesus, I really hope they do, I’m not stepping back inside and getting distracted.”

Steve laughs and kisses Eddie again, just a short press of lips. “Lead the way then.”

****

Steve.hrrgtn

New instagram story

Image id: a group playing on a stage, the lights surround them, a sea of hands holding drinks and heads below. There is a caption on it

“The gig of the century”

@/corrodedcoffin

ClubHarrington: Steve Harrington just shared an Instagram story from a metal concert in Chicago.

        MrsHarrington: since when does steve like metal??

        Stevenation: omg!!! He’s in my city Whats he doing here!!!

        Stebitch: guys a friend of mine went to the concert and told me that the guitarist said he was taking groupie applications and started describing Steve when he listed the requirements

               + What???? That’s just creepy, I hope Steve gets away from that fast

               + omg!! Did anyone record it?? I need the video! I need to see Steve’s reaction to that!!

Stebitch: they are a very small band so no one was recording but I swear he did

               + do you guys think they are…. You know….

                       - Your mind

****

Steve walks back into the room with two glasses of water and kicks the door closed behind him. Eddie is still naked on the bed -Steve hasn’t put any clothes back on himself- and he is lying on his side, snickering while he looks at his phone. Steve stops, takes a second to admire Eddie’s naked back.

Steve’s phone pings on the nightstand. There’s only one person he has his sound on for.

“Did you seriously just send a meme to me?”

Eddie turns his face to look at him, “sorry, force of habit.”

Steve lets out a sigh and puts the glasses down on the nightstand. He gets on the bed and hugs Eddie from behind, hooking his chin on Eddie’s shoulder.

“Come on, show me what’s so funny you had to send me now.”

Eddie scrolls back up.

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Not so Long Distance — Idia Shroud x gn! reader

summery: with the seconds ticking down, everyone has a certain amount of time before they meet their soulmate, you just hope yours is your online crush.

tw: awkward encounters, reader isn't Yuu.

a/n: I'm in my Idia phase, help. Also, my first soulmate fic I'm proud of.

wc: 2.6k

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The countdown on your wrist that had once been a beacon of hope and excitement slowly turned into one of doom. The idea of meeting your soulmate was terrifying yet exciting. Meeting someone that you fit perfectly with was mystifying, and the underlying fear of rejection scared you, but overall you would accept your soulmates wishes. But now? Something you never even thought of happened. 

You’re falling for someone you met online, but your timer is still ticking. 

With the internet still being new, and research into how it could affect the soulmate mark is still going on, you’re not sure if you should lose hope yet. For all you knew, the mark didn’t register when two people meet from separate distances…but you felt like you were coping with that explanation. You had met him online months ago, and every bad joke or insult towards a shitty player made you laugh, everytime he laughed at your bad jokes your stomach fluttered. It was embarrassing in a sense, you were falling for someone you hadn’t even seen yet. What if he was tricking you and he was some old man? But you doubted it, he sounded young and the way he talked was even outdoing modern slang. In fact, you even brought up this train of thought one day while you were on a call playing separate games. 

“Y’know, for all I know you’re some fifty year old guy,” You said in a joking tone, farming your crops in game.

“Hah?” Gloomuri, or Gloom as you’ve dubbed him, let out a noise of confusion. “Are you really that dumb?” 

“What’s that supposed to mean!” You huffed, accidentally hitting a plant that still needed to grow mature causing you a slight profit loss on your farm. “I just mean that I’ve never seen your face. Even though I know you, if I saw you on the street I’d never realize.”

The call fell silent for a few seconds, but to you it felt like minutes. You were propositioning something that felt like crossing a small boundary that was set. A video call. Something you were nervous about as well since that meant showing your own face. But IGloom had snuck his way into becoming one of your top, if not closest friend over the past few months. He’d drone on about some game drama you had almost no idea about, while he’d listen to your ‘normie’ drama (as he dubbed it) about school or friends. Although you’d say the best moments were when you’d both geek out over games or anime together, fighting on who the best character is and what your favorite part was. 

“Y-you wanna do a…video call?” Gloom hesitantly asked, you could hear the nerves in his tone which caused you to backtrack.

“We don’t have to if you don’t wanna, I’m not trying to pressure you,” You assured. “I’m just a bit curious. 

A few more seconds passed before he spoke up, voice even shakier than before, “Y-you’d show your f-face too…right?”

You fidgeted with your computer mouse, his nerves starting to get to you, “It’s only fair I suppose…” When you clicked on the call, unsure where this was going, you were surprised to see his camera on, but covered. “Wait, you mean right now?” You asked. 

“D-did you not mean right now?” He replied back, his voice an octave higher. 

“I-I just don’t…I’m not the most presentable,” You muttered back, looking at your reflection in the black of your phone screen. You pushed some of your hair back into place, fixing the collar of your sweater. Oh gosh, you were going to finally see what your crush looks like! 

“I don’t either,” Gloom mumbled, continuing to mumble something under his breath that you couldn’t make out. “N-never mind, never doing this-”

“W-wait!” You called out, turning your camera on as soon as you were out of sight. “I’ll do it, just don’t judge me too hard, okay?” Another few seconds before he meekly replied a small ‘ok’. “On the count of three. One…two…three.” 

Just like that, your breath got taken away. On the other side of the camera was a pale guy with blue flaming hair and…wait a minute…didn’t someone exactly like him go to your campus? You blinked at him with wide eyes, snapping out of your daze when he shied away from your gaze.

“Do I know you?” You asked dumbly, snapping Gloom out of his own daze. It was his turn to blink at you before he tilted his head. 

If he moved his hand away from the bottom of his face you’d notice a sharp smirk overtake his handsome features, “I’d hope so, we’ve been talking for how long?”

“That’s not what I meant,” You huffed once more that night. “You look like a guy that goes to my campus.”

“Really?” Gloom asked, unbelievably skeptical. “‘Cus not many people have blue flaming hair.”

You rolled your eyes, glad that convo was back to your playful banter, “I’ve never actually seen him. Only heard about him once from my irl friends. And yes, he was described as having fiery hair.”

“...Where do you go to school?” He asked, suddenly serious.

You gave him a skeptical look, “And why should I give you my current location? So you can stalk me?”

“I could find out in one click if I wanted,” He shrugged, amber eyes showing he was completely serious. 

“Thanks for not doxxing me I guess…” You grumbled, a bit put off. “I go to Night Raven College.” The silence was loud after that revolution before he broke it.

“I guess you do know me irl.”

That call had changed something in your friendship. The space between y’all had seemed to get smaller as you both grew more comfortable with one another, nearly having calls everyday. Now that you knew what eachother looked like, you’d have some video calls sprinkled in, and your raging crush seemed to only grow stronger. Now you had a pretty face to put to his lovely deep voice, and you wanted to strangle him for how attractive he was.

You now found yourself counting down the days till school started, and as you looked down at that damned timer on your wrist you found yourself hopeful again. You had fifteen days till school, and your soulmate timer was down to twenty days. You had been barely getting any sleep due to that, hoping that once you met Gloomuri, who you’ve come to know as Idia, the timer would hit zero. You both just clicked so well in a way you’ve never felt before, you just hoped he had the same numbers lining his own wrist. 

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With how excited you were with meeting Idia, you found yourself getting quickly overwhelmed with school work. The professors didn’t hold back when it came to work, and contact between you and Idia had devolved from video calls into texts. It wasn’t until you woke up the first Saturday of the school year, looked down at your wrist and noticing the time had changed from days to hours. You nearly had a heart attack seeing it, all your anxiety mashing together at one moment. What if you just stayed in your dorm all day? But then that would mean your soulmate was someone in your dorm. But if you went out there was a high chance it wasn’t Idia. 

Before the dilemma could get to your head too much, your roommate asked if you wanted to tag along with them to Sam’s shop. Wanting to clear your mind a bit, you agreed, hoping to just ignore your problem instead of overthinking. You both ended up talking about classes, what you predicted you’d struggle in and do okay, who was in your classes and such. 

You had to hold yourself back from buying something, though you do have to give Sam props for having almost everything you could think of. All was good once more…until someone with a head of fiery blue hair walked in. It wasn’t Idia though, no, but someone who looked eerily similar if not quite a bit younger. Your friend noticed your attention left them, falling onto the young technomatic humanoid and decided to speak up.

“Hey Ortho,” They greeted him with a smile. “How’s it going?”

“Hello!” He replied back quickly, “My morning is going well. How about you?”

“It’s been good,” They smiled. “This is my friend.” They introduced you, saying your name. To your surprise Ortho lit up, seemingly recognizing your name. 

“Really?” He asked. You hummed while nodding in agreement, heart skipping a beat. Peaking at your wrist you noticed the time was cut down to minutes. Was this it? Was Idia actually your soulmate? Your hope was reignited tenfold.

“My brother talks about you all the time!” Ortho exclaimed excitedly.

“Wait, you know Idia?” Your friend asks, astonished. “The shut-in who uses a tablet to attend class?”

“M-maybe,” You murmured bashfully, crossing your arms as a nervous habit.

“Are you free after this?” Ortho asked, nearly jumping up and down.

“Yeah,” Your friend spoke up before you could. “We just finished actually.”

“That’s great!” Ortho exclaimed, his eyes shining. You were sure if he didn’t have the bottom half of his face covered he’d be smiling widely. “You should come over to Ignihyde, I’m sure Idia would love it if you came to visit.”

“Okay.” 

It was out before you knew it, and like a whirlwind, you were suddenly swept to the front door of Idia’s dorm room, his little brother by your side. Before you could lift your hand up to knock, the door automatically slid open after Ortho’s face was scanned. You knew Ignihyde was known for its technical prowess…but this seemed like overkill. You stood outside awkwardly, unsure if you were allowed to step in yet, but you weren’t left to flounder for long as Ortho pulled you in by your hand. You glanced once more at your wrist and you nearly burst into tears. Only a few seconds left. A few seconds left until Idia was your confirmed soulmate and you suddenly didn’t feel as excited. Fear grasped your heart, unsure if he would be willing to be tied to you for the rest of your lives. You didn’t have much time to think of every terrible scenario as you faced the guy you had been fawning over. 

As Idia turned to greet Ortho (and grab some snacks), he found himself having a heart attack when he saw your face. He knew you both went to the same school, but he wasn’t prepared to see you face to face…not irl at least. He barely comprehended Ortho’s rambling, too busy trying to hide his visage from your sight. He wasn’t prepared for someone to visit, not to mention you. Everywhere he looked he saw a different mess that would surely disappoint you, dirty clothes that scattered the floor, empty ramen cups that lined his desk, and empty cans of energy drinks that filled his trash can…yeah not the best first impression. 

You, on the other hand, anxiously straighten your shirt while trying to not seem like you cared about your appearance too much. You were the first one to speak up after Ortho took his leave (seemingly ignorant of the tense atmosphere). 

“Hey,” You greeted, an awkward smile on your lips. Instead of replying, Idia merely gave a weak whimper as he pulled his hood as far as it would go over his head. “I-I’m sorry, Ortho invited me, and I have been wanting to meet you in person, I hope I’m not overstepping too much…” Then, he let out a sudden shriek, causing you to nearly fall over from how loud it was.

“What’s wrong?” You asked, scared he might’ve hurt himself somehow. 

“Th-the…y-your…I’m in a dream, this has to be. There’s no way this is real,” He muttered, holding his face in some sort of desperation. 

“Not a bad dream I hope…” You chuckled awkwardly, not sure what was going on. Not the cute meeting with your soulmate like you wished, you just hoped this wasn’t him violently rejecting you. Instead of replying, he let out another whimper, and you felt like you’re intruding in something you shouldn’t be. Your awkwardness meter being at its max, you decided you should take your exit and hope he calms down soon so you both can talk the situation out. 

“I’ll just…it was nice seeing you,” You stumbled over your words a bit. “I’ll let you uh…I’ll leave you to it…”

“W-wait!” Idia jolts up, eyes erratic. “You…w-we’re…” “Soulmates?” You supplemented. 

“Y-yeah…how are you so calm about it?”

“Would…would it be weird if I said I was hoping for you to be my soulmate?” You asked in a whisper, eyes darting around his room instead of meeting his own. Not like he’d be able to make eye contact with you either. 

Idia let out a squeak at your reply, his heart beating erratically. He found you too good to be true. You both liked similar games and anime, and when you didn’t play the same game you’d both play your own game while being on call. He found himself looking forward to your calls, something he would have never thought possible (he avoids calls like the plague). He found himself looking forward to something for once, finding solace in something that wasn’t fictional for once, and he wasn’t sure how to feel about that. It was scary, but manageable when you were just pixels like everything else he loved (Ortho wasn’t technically pixels, but he wasn’t human (anymore) either). But now you were face to face in person, and you were so much more attractive when he could see you fully, and gosh he’s not sure how much more he could handle this. Especially not with such bold remarks like that. 

Idia never really cared about soulmates. If anything, he loathed the ink that marked his skin. Wished for the digits to just go away. His entire life was a curse, so cursed that he was forced to drag someone down with him. He didn’t deserve it, and no one else deserved his fate. And now, seeing you, a person outside of his family that he managed to grow close to…he felt conflicted. He too was happy you were his soulmate. You were so sweet, but not overly so. Not afraid to snap back at him with your quick wit. His heart would skip a beat when he heard the smile in your voice, or when you’d laugh at his lame joke. He would dream of a future with you when he closed his eyes, allowing him to envision a life with you and Ortho, living happily somewhere like normal people would. He was also guilty, you didn’t deserve a secluded life away from others.

“Yes,” He ended up answering. “That’s like…super weird.”

“Oh,” You felt disheartened. This was totally a rejection. 

“You shouldn’t like me,” Idia continued. “Someone like me doesn’t get that ending…”

“Hmm,” You hummed, an idea forming in your mind. Perhaps you just needed to speak his language. “I guess you got the secret good ending then.”

“B-but-”

“No buts,” You tutted. “Now, last time we talked you mentioned that game, why don’t we play it?”

It’ll take a lot of time for Idia to fully warm up to the idea of having a soulmate, truly. Not just some numbers, but an actual person who smiled at him so warmly, like he was worth something. It’ll take even more time for him to warm up to you, your love, your affection…but he found something small burning within him. Like a small spark being lit deep in his heart…hope. Hope for the future, something he’s never felt before.

[tmntxthings]

Could we please have some head cannons with the rise boys reactions to their best friend/crush laughing and giggling on the phone like a maniac?

Who would be the most jealous and how would they go about it?

Also, i love your work sm. 💜💜💜💜

Jealous Headcanons

author’s note: thank you, hope you enjoy this one as well, sorry for the wait c:

warnings: none to note, unedited

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Mikey wouldn’t be jealous, though he’d definitely get nosy and ask, “What’s so funny angel??” He’d have a grin on his face just from your laughter. Because duh even if it’s not due to his jokes he likes to see you happy! Dare I even say he would be the least jealous of all his brothers? I think Mikey would instantly be trying to befriend all of your friends just so everyone could hang out together! Though if you ignore his question and just keep on laughing he may get a little butt-hurt. Expect him to start getting closer, and closer to wherever you’re lounging. His eyes twitching with a bit of mania in his grin now, “C’monnn I wanna know too!!” If you’re still keeping quiet and ignoring him then maybe you should get ready for him to jump you completely. In your lap, wanting recognition, “Hellooo I know you hear me!!! Is this a prank?? Am I being recorded???”

Raph is honestly just happy you’re here. The worst you can do to this turtle is be gone too long from his side. Remember he isn’t too keen on being alone. I think he would be like Mikey in that your laughter is infectious and he’d probably be grinning to himself despite not knowing why you’re even laughing. If the phone call goes on forever though he may get a little jealous that you’re here with him yet not really paying much attention. He’ll go grab one of his stuffed teddies for comfort. All the while giving you looks of longing. His snaggle-tooth digging into his lower lip because he doesn’t really want to interrupt your call. But his body language is begging the person on the other end of the call to hang up already!!

Donnie would play off his jealousy with annoyance. You were over in his lab and the incessant giggles were becoming a distraction. He’d huff and throw glares your way, trying to catch your gaze so you would maybe feel a tad guilty for being so obnoxious in his presence! Who was making you laugh so hard anyway?? And he thought he was the funny one! He’d start grumbling and mumbling to himself that maybe you should just go over to this person’s cool lab and listen to all their jokes in person! He’d sulk once you were off the phone, completely denying any form of the word jealousy. “Jealous?! Hah! That’s preposterous does he have a fully decked out turtle tank? Or a genius-built lab? OR-“ the list would go on and on until you sedated him with cuddles and compliments.

Leo would be the most jealous. Why? Because he thinks he’s funnier. Plain and simple. Laughing at even his brothers makes him twinge with a bit of jealousy. So you can just imagine his heated stare from above his Jupiter Jim comic when you answer a phone call from “just a friend” and its been over ten minutes with nonstop laughter. He loves his comics but this one may be a bit crinkled due to his own strength getting the best of him. When your phone call is over he doesn’t know whether to ignore you purposely out of spite, or try to get you to laugh even harder at his own jokes to rebuild his pride. If you told him whatever joke had made you laugh so hard, he’d deny it was funny at all. “That’s funny to you??” He’d sneer. “If you say so!” Leo is p-e- to the t-t-y!

[screwzara]

Her Biology

The party decided to relax near a large lake, the breeze blew past them, bringing forth a wonderful chill. A few of them decided to have some fun.

Ink, Raloris & Sylvester were the most eager to jump in. The others were a bit busy with their own interests so they were the only ones, aside from Scry, who chose to swim for a while.

Fifteen minutes later and the three were playing games in the water. Which was interrupted several times because Scry kept messing with them, “Could you not?”, Raloris huffed at her after the game had to pause for the 11th time in a row. Scry giggled, “What? I’m just having fun”, she defended herself in a playful tone.

That was her excuse each time. So Ink came up with a fun little game that would teach their gooey friend a lesson. It didn't take before one of them managed to grab her and pull her into the water.

And that’s where the surprise came. One moment she was underwater, the next she slipped out of it and sat on the surface of the lake like a floatie. “Ha ha very funny, I’m guessing this was your ‘other game’?”, she sounded unimpressed. The three looked at her in shock, at this point they really should’ve been expecting this.

“...I’m less dense than water”, Scry huffed awkwardly as they stared at her. “Is that why you were sitting on the sidelines?”, Raloris asked her, “I suppose”, she sighed, “Can you guys just resume? This is kind of embarrassing”, her cheeks puffed up, she was pouting, how cute.

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“I’ve noticed you don't eat much”, Allegra raised a question. Scry looked up from where she was staring at the ground. It was lunchtime and everyone was happily eating. Except Scry. It was something they all had noticed since she joined them a few days ago. She rarely ate, if at all. It was concerning but then again, her biology was clearly different from theirs.

“Oh. I guess it is concerning for you guys”, she realised a few days too late, the party members looked at her with a deadpanned expression. “What? You think I’d bother telling you guys when I’ve only been around for 5 days?”, came her blunt response. They couldn't argue with that, now could they?

“It would be nice to have some clarity”, Marcus added with a smile. Scry shook her head, “Fine, fine. If you so insist”, she was definitely mocking them. “Could you stop jabbing at us and explain already?”, came a sigh from Celtic, Scry snorted at him, “Okaaaaay, geez, impatient much?”, she laughed, “Long story short, I eat once every 3 months”. Everyone paused.

“You. What.”, they looked at her like she grew a second head. "I don't need to eat as frequently as you guys”, she huffed nonchalantly, “Besides, it saves resources, doesn't it? I don't see why it's a problem”, she shrugged. “I- well, that’s one way to put it-”, Allegra choked a bit on her food. Wow. Ok. So they have a party member who can survive 3 months without food. How lovely…?

“You guys asked, I answered”, Scry hummed, “Now go back to eating, it's awkward when you all stare”, the party proceeded to awkwardly resume eating their lunches.

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“It's been about 2 years at this point, let's list everything we know about you”, Marcus cleared their throat.

“You eat every 3 months and eat a lot in one sitting; you are less dense than water; part of your body, when eaten, can give anti-acidic properties to the consumer & your blood glows bright enough to be a really good light source”, the list was short but sounded so cartoonishly fake.

“Sounds about right.”, Scry chuckled, “I feel like we’re missing some facts about you”, the high elf replied, playfully suspicious, “Hah. The rest you’ll have to figure out yourself”, she retorted cheekily. He was about to reply but chose to stay quiet for a moment, as they suspected something, “...’Cause uh, I don't know much about myself either…?”, there it was.

The party had figured out around the 1 year mark that Scry was willing to blurt the truth out to Marcus with a suspicious level of willingness. They used that to their advantage, a lot.

“You could've just told us that from the beginning”, Marcus sighed fondly, “Oh c’mon, it's embarrassing! Who doesn't know their own body??? Me apparently”, she huffed, melting a bit. “Now, now, don't melt on me just yet”, they hummed at her with a gentle smile.

Scry grumbled, “It's stupid.”, “No it's not”, “Yes it is! I’ve had this body since forever and yet I only know a few things about myself”, she grumbled.

It was true. This had always frustrated her. Even before she met them, before she became an adventurer, before she started travelling. She didn't know her own body, it felt foreign to her when she first woke up even though it was familiar. It felt right and wrong at the same time and by the divines she did not want to mention just how hard it was to learn how to WALK.

She still remembered her confusion that day, her body felt off, she had legs but they wouldn't move, her arms almost felt like they were the wrong size, she didn't know if she could even speak at the time.

It's funny though, when you look back at it, because despite all that, here she was, probably one of the most annoying members of the party any enemy would have to deal with. Because her body doesn't exactly work off the same logic as other creatures.

There are many examples for this, like the several times she had been mistaken for a slime or some other monster taking a more structured form. It was a plausible argument, but every weakness that slimes had, every weakness one could think of for anything else too, she did not. Any ‘possible equivalent’ of her was immediately scratched out because literally nothing seemed to match in terms of how she worked.

Until it came to that cult.

Or, well, several cults actually.

“Whatever the case, you are not. And I mean it, not getting involved with that cult. I know you want answers too, but please.”, Marcus pleaded. She deflated a bit.

Hii-eska was it? Yeah…it was several months after Hii-eska nearly killed her when she met him again. Technically this was merely her second time meeting him since the last time didn't exactly count, at least to her. It was a quiet night and she was on watch duty for that hour. Hii-eska had snuck over, offering her answers to these questions about what she really was.

It was tempting.

But the party was not having it.

“...Fine.”, she whined at Marcus.

She guessed she didn't need to figure it out right now. But the offer was still standing, and she had been curious for so long.

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No.

She’ll…figure it out eventually.

No need to get involved with this cult.

Marcus smiled at her. She sighed.

Yeah. She’ll figure it out with them. No need to rush it.

Tags: @aesopsbaby , @boiling-potato , @feelin-lo , @imma-sue-you-becky , @mel-loly , @startheimpactfangirl , @honeysleepy , (i rlly need to make a list of who all are there omg 😔)

Notes:

I intended on this to be purely wholesome but here we are with a lore dump at the end lmao

The sequence is not in exact order

The first snippet happens around the 6 month mark of RPG!Scry being with the party

The second snippet, as stated, is from her first week with the party

And yes, I've decided that the whole 'nearly dying bit' from the last ficlet happens in the second year of her with the party

And yes. The cults are gonna get mentioned more

Also yeah, the party will obliterate Hii-eska if he comes anywhere close to them at this point in time because fun fact:

Though it's technically been 3 meetings between RPG!Scry & Hii-eska, that guy has actually met the other party members more often

And they will in fact murder him if he tries to go near their goopy friend now lol

Another fun fact: she has a huge scar following the events of her near death from the last ficlet. The burns healed but the axe chop remained

[dreamingroleplayer]

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SNEEZE ROLEPLAY AHEAD [M4F]

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Do you like intriguing character dynamics?

Do you like sneezing?

Even better, do you like sneezy men with sensitive noses who progressively end up losing more and more of their composure with each hitched breath and sniffle?

Do you like being the reason (voluntarily or not) of such allergic fits?

If so, you're in luck!

I'm once again in search for a partner with which to play a snz roleplay with, and this time with a little more experience up my sleeve~!

It could either be based on a fandom or with original characters, though I personally have a reference for the latter, but be it what it is, I ADORE detail and thought put behind the story, so if you too are a nerd for storytelling and chemistry between the characters, I'm sure we'll get along just fine ^^

Now onto the snz stuff... Honestly, there are so many options I have the embarrassment of choice, but I think that starting with the general themes could be a good idea.

What I'm absolutely sure is that I enjoy being the person that gets induced to sneeze. Wether that has to do with the fact I also normally play sub roles might be related... So, if you're looking for someone to ruin his sinuses as well as his dignity, look no further~

And as for the methods of sneezing, a quick essential list could look something like this, you could call them my kinks:

- Perfumes

- Hair

- Flowers

- Smoke

- Feathers/fur

- Sneezing dusts

Of course, every (and I mean EVERY) combination of those is very well accepted, but of the dynamic is just as important! For me, the only important thing is having the other character directly being the source of my character's sneezes, and from there it can be either done subtly but with a teasing fake innocence, genuinely without a clue that her actions cause him to sneeze, or even openly torturing him with sneezy inductions and challenging him to resist! Your imagination is the only limit~

As a last thing, here are a couple of wonderful scenarios I found for some inspiration ;)

- "Don’t worry, I’m just getting started,” Character A (yours) said with a grin as she revealed the feather. B (my character) shivered with anticipation. A laughed. “I think we should give it a bit more of a test before going all out. We have plenty of time for that, don’t worry.” Twirling the feather in front of his nose teasingly, she inched it closer at a torturously slow pace. “Oh come on, you know I don’t have that much patience, ple-ih,” he hitched suddenly as A finally let the feather lightly graze the tip of his nose. “Patience or not, we both know the build up is the best part,” She teased, twirling the feather unexpectedly against his nostrils. "Heh eh hiiiiiih , Oh that tickles so muh-much,” He sniffed, pulling some of the small feather fibers a tiny bit inside his nostrils and dramatically increasing the itch.  "Heh eh ehhhh..." He groaned, the tickle backing off just enough that she couldn’t sneeze as She pulled the feather back. “Aw, that means it’s doing its job. It’s making your nose extra sensitive~" She murmured teasingly. “Here, I have another idea.” She pulled B’s head toward her, guiding him to nuzzle into her neck. “Mmmh... that’s n-nice...” He said dazed as he snuggled closer, closing his eyes just like A was hoping he would. Suddenly, he felt the ends of A’s hair starting to trace teasingly around his nostrils just like the feather had. Caught by surprise and still tickly from before, B couldn’t hold back. "Hitchiew! Hetchiew! Heh eh eh hetchiew! Hitchiew! Hitchiew! O-oh God, that was so much stronger than... Be-before... Wha- hah hatchiew!”

- Character A has long, silky hair woven with fragrant (and pollen-loaded) flowers, and is sat right besides character B . Every toss of her locks would make them inevitably fall over B's face and nose, tickling him mercilessly with the strands and dousing his senses with the heady, irritating aroma, his nose and sinuses burning, eyes teary. She could be either genuinely or fakely surprised by B's allergy, gasping and saying out loud "Doesn't anyone have a handkerchief? Look at my poor sneezy colleague" here she begins to look around, and every sharp movement of her head fills the air with pollen from the flower in her hair and only amping up B's torment ^^

- A and B are running late for an important formal event, both rushing getting ready. Suddenly, A quickly spray herself with some perfume while the poor A passes right besides her, getting caught in the crossfire and accidently breathing all that flowery aroma. Quiet hitches began to be hear, he knows he cant afford sneezing right know after getting all ready however his nose thinks otherwise. Twitching and quivering, he ends up sneezing repeatedly ruining his outfit completely

- B's steps echoed through the forest, each one causing the veil of dried twigs and leaves to crackle under his feet. It were hours, or maybe even days that he was wandering aimlessly in those woods in search for the ancient artifact, but until then it seemed like all he did was walking in circles. The tediousness of his task was almost driving him crazy, and he was constantly on the verge of giving up for good, but for better or for worse his determination dictated him to continue. And then it happened. At first, it seemed almost like a mirage, likely given how thoroughly exhausted he was, but upon closer inspection the figure (A) he saw moving amidst the foliage became more and more definite. From occasional glimpses of white and purple, he could then make out the outline of a body, a feminine one, and its erratic movements less and less dictated by chaos... It was a dance, performed by what would have been a normal woman hadn't it been for a pair of pointy ears and a long, luxurious white tail that flowed behind her and bounded with every step she took. Awestruck, he walked closer without even considering what to say, such was his curiosity, but be it for distraction or a deliberate choice, once he was just a couple of feet from her, she suddenly twirled, making her fluffy tail swipe right across his face like a gentle caress. Upon impact, a cloud of shimmering specks of some kind of dust wafted from it, and the combined effects of its tickly fur and flower-like fragrance made his eyes flutter, and his nose start to twitch. From there, a tingling sensation spread across his body

⚠️ Last thing to add is that I don't paritucularly enjoy the mess aspect of it (mucus, saliva, bodily fluids), but apart from that, I'm eager to hear you people's wonderful ideas!

What else to say? If this sounds like what you're looking for, and you're eager to irritate those red nostrils, don't hesitate to hit me up~✨

[hooter-n-company]

What are your OCs senses of humor like? If a potential prey was able to make them laugh will they delay or not eat them?

I guess it depends on whether they are already familiar with/on good terms with the prey, or if they are complete strangers. Obviously the first option gives you more of a chance. XD

I'll take this into account as we go down the list. For simplicity's sake, I'm only sticking to the characters I introduced on Tumblr so far.

Aveon: Jokes tend to get lost on the poor innocent floof, so he'll probably just stare at you, tilting his head with confusion and demanding you to explain. If you're a close companion of his and a good teacher, he might get curious and ask you to tell him more. If he's not getting it, he'll more than likely just get frustrated with your "stupid confusing jokes" and eat you anyway.

Bubba: You might get a bit of a chuckle out of him if he already knows you, but more than likely, he'll just blink at you boredly for a few seconds before snapping you up like a fly. Might follow up with a sly jab of his own when you're already sitting in his gut. "Now you got PLENTY o' time to work on some better material, heh heh..."

Bulzar: "Don't care, too hungry."

Captain Leviathan: Both heads will probably just get annoyed at you dragging things out...unless it's especially dark or raunchy. You might get a big ol' belly laugh out of Levi, if not from the joke itself, then from Nathaniel's disgusted reaction. And then they'll eat you anyway. XD

Kron: Probably won't be very effective. Don't even bother if you're one of his bounties, he'll just clobber you until the jokes stop coming. At best, you'll get an irritated eye roll and a warning to cut it out or you'll be telling jokes to his stomach lining. Even Izimba can't escape "belly time out" with her terrible puns...although still manages to get a laugh out of him anyway by tickling his insides.

Louis: He might play along if he thinks it will help him lure his prey into a false sense of security. He'll respond with his obnoxious, wheezy snicker, piling on the compliments and sweet words while struggling to hide how much he's salivating. But be careful; delay him too long and he might decide "bugger it" and skip straight to gobbling you up.

Ramses: Honestly, it would probably work regardless of whether he knows you or not. He loves jokes! The ol' trickster might still want to eat you later, but you've immediately earned his respect. Unless you're a poacher, in which case he will NOT be in a laughing mood.

Taoka: "Hah! Good one, babe...stiiiiiiill hungry, though."

Venandi: Will give you the most venomous death glare you've ever seen before immediately gagging you with silk. Then biting your neck for good measure. What a jerk.

[wrens-versus-the-world]

The Porcelain Puppet

Chapter two: the porcelain puppet

:D

It has been two nights since I went to the shrine. And I'm still not exactly sure what happened when I got home.

I remember the blue eyed man, and the older man who had half of his face covered, and I think Dottore was there too, but when I woke up I was alone and there was no sign of a break in.

the only indication that that night actually occurred is the bite(?) where my neck and shoulders meet.

But I don't really have time to dwell on it since I still have my list of things that I need to do while I'm here.

Speaking of my list, I have crossed off 'go to a shrine'. next on my list is to have some ramen from a ramen cart.

Time skip:

After changing and trying to find a shirt that would cover the bite, I finally left and decided to go to the ramen stand that I saw when I got lost (trying to find the shrine).

As I walked down the street I couldn't help but subconsciously touch where the bite was. It throbbed slightly in response.

"what exactly happened that night?" I asked, to no one in particular, as I found myself thinking back to that night.

Flash back (this occurred after he bit you, you were in and out of consciousness (you could hear bits and pieces but couldn't move))

"Dottore have you had any luck locating the balladeer?" the older man asked, his question directed at his blue haired associate.

"Clearly not, yet jester." the blue haired male said sarcastically to the older man as he ran his fingers through my hair in a comforting manner.

"We must find him before he gets caught by the hunters, it would be quite the hassle to have to deal with them once again. The last time we had to deal with them we lost too many." the greying man said solemnly, attempting to get Dottore to care more.

"oh please pierro, I'm sure it can't be as bad as last time, hah, I'd be surprised if they even looked for us, after all they are now more focused on the abyss, they even allied themselves with the adepti under morax's control." Dottore responded seemingly bored with the conversation, and continued to enjoy playing with my hair (although I was too out of it to notice).

"mmm" I groaned trying to move.

the two men stopped their conversation, seeing if I'd have anymore reactions.

"dear, you really ought to go to sleep, you ___ _uite a bit of b_o_d." Dottore said, although it was quite hard to focus on what he was saying as it became harder to hold onto my consciousness.

"Dottore, I recommend to mark her or at least try to protect her, your presence will stick to her like flies to honey." Pierro warned, "she seems to be an interesting human, even Childe seems to think so." he finished, before disappearing.

there was a long moment of silence followed by a sigh from the vampire.

"I do suppose he's right, but" he paused, "you are quite the specimen, would you allow me to take a closer look at you." he asked, knowing that I had fallen asleep and could no longer hear him.

end of the flash back:

I shook myself out of my thoughts, "gosh, I really need to stop thinking about this, I'm on vacation, in Japan nonetheless! I need to enjoy myself." I said trying to motivate myself to actually drop it and think about something other than the blue haired male, the ginger and the older greying male who lived rent free in my thoughts.

I let out a sigh.

'what has my life become?' I thought to myself.

after a few minutes to walking I finally reached my destination, the ramen stand!

A smile found its way to my face and I picked up my speed to reach it, almost as though i was afraid it would up and disappear if I were to look away.

I got up to the stand and got the attention of the chef.

"Hello! what can I get for you?" the chef asked, his voice laced with a heavy accent.

"a yes I would take the (your pick of ramen)!" I answered enthusiastically.

"ahh, good choice! It'll be out soon." He said and I handed him the yen.

It was just as he said, moments after I ordered the chef poked his head out of the curtains and motioned for me to come over, handing me a bowl full of (your choice of ramen).

it was the best ramen I have ever had, the broth was so rich and the noodles were fantastic, the flavor was so much stronger and more authentic than the ramen back in (my country).

After I thanked the man I began to walk back to the hotel, on the way I saw a convenience store. I decided I'd just buy some food from there and make myself some dinner at the hotel, opting for a lazy night.

I walked into the store, the bell on the door ringing as I entered, alerting the staff that there was a new customer.

I greeted the staff and began to search for the ingredients to make curry. I saw a picture of it on the window of a store , and wanted to try my hand at making it myself.

Feeling satisfied with all of my ingredients, I walked up to the counter and handed the food to the cashier, who typed it into the machine.

the total appeared at the top of the cash register, and I set my money in the small bowl allowing him to count it and hand me back my change.

I muttered out a small thanks in japanese, as I walked out of the store.

'Huh he must've given me an extra bag, oh well' I thought to myself as I made my way down the short path back to the hotel.

as I let my eyes wonder, i noticed a piece of porcelain laying on the ground.

it looked almost as thought it was a piece of skin, I slowly bent down, my curiosity winning, and picked it up.

"huh, it really is just a piece of porcelain." I said to myself, looking at it in more detail, it had some ridges and it was more matte then glossy which was quite strange. 'Who would want a matte skin color dish?' I wondered. after looking at the porcelain for a while I noticed that there was a pile in an alley.

My curiosity once again got the better of me, and I wondered into the alleyway cautiously.

I bent down to get a closer look at the pile, seeing that it had a kimono mixed into the pile.

Although I was curious i didn't dare to touch it, it was far too suspicious.

I stood up to leave, before a voice stopped me.

"hey human, where do you think you're going with a piece of my body!?" The voice boomed in japanese.

I turned around to look for the owner of the voice to see just the pile of porcelain.

I cautiously inched closer to it, and once again leaned down near the pile of porcelain, the broken piece still in my hand.

"who said that?" I quietly asked. Gaining no response I quickly stood up, looking all around the alleyway, there still was no one there.

"Who Said That!?" I asked once again, this time a bit louder.

once again there was no reply, my eyes fell to the pile of porcelain.

I stared at it for maybe two, three minutes, waiting for the voice.

"curiosity killed the cat" I said to myself as I leaned down to the pile for the nth time. This time I put my hand into the pile and moved a few pieces around, I'm not sure what I was looking for.

I moved the cloth that some of the porcelain was in and came face to face with a porcelain face. one with purple eyes, and to top it all off the face was sneering at me.

"fucking took you long enough" he sneered

"AHHHH WHAT THE FUCK, WHO THE-" I screamed as I stood up and backed away, the grocery bags left behind.

"Stop shouting you're going to make a scene." the face said , calmly almost as though he wasn't a fucking face that was attached to nothing.

With his words I felt myself sink to the ground.

"You know dottore don't you?" the face asked me.

"how do you- no why does everyone keep asking me that!?" I asked, scooting back over to the face I gently picked it (him?) up. maintaining eye level,

"oh everyone of my kind, even some humans know of Il Dottore, he has quite the reputation, you must know?" he said, clearly enjoying my fear.

"What do you-"

"what do I mean? huh, I won't spoil, let's just say he had some interesting habits back in the day and still maintains them occasionally." The face answered nonchalantly almost trying to shut down talk of dottore.

In the spur of the moment I got an idea.

I set his face down,

"hey, what are you doing."

"you'll see."

"human answer me what are you doing?" the face continued to ask as I began to set pieces of porcelain into my extra grocery bag.

it took about three minutes to pick up all the pieces, leaving only the face and kimono. I picked up the face and opted to put in in my jacket pocket earning a mouthful from the face, and then put the kimono into the grocery bag along with the porcelain pieces.

The walk back to the hotel was quiet except for the quiet clinking of porcelain, the staff gave me a look when I came in but paid no mind to the bags in my hands.

once i got back to the room, it was like a burden had been lifted. I quickly unpacked my groceries and placed them where they needed to be. I then laid out the kimono, so that I could start working. Somewhere during this time I pulled the face out of my pocked and set him down (propped up in a way so he could see what I was doing).

After my preparations were complete, I began to piece the porcelain back together in silence. It took me somewhere around four hours but I eventually had his body fully pieced together, all that was missing was his face.

I looked back to him, and he met my eyes. I reached over his body and picked up his face and then set him down onto where he pieced in.

and almost like magic all the cracks disappeared and he looked like a human once more.

"why'd you help?" was the one thing he asked

a/n:

I really like writing this so far, I'm kinda going for a bit of a mystery kind of vibe?

I think it'll be more emotional and less 'cracky' than the ayato one I'm currently working on lol.

so this'll definitely have some more serious themes, like mental health, etc.

on a separate note: look how cute this scara-cat is!!! (he'd totally scratch up a couch and not feel bad XD)

[a-haunting-memory]

| 𝐆𝐮𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐲 𝐩𝐚𝐠𝐞 |

A/n: Hello!- everybody my name is Markiplier and welcome back to five nights- nah jkjk. Since my account seems to have gathered some attention, it's time to make some official announcements!

On this app I'm trying to impersonate whatever excuse of a writer I am. I will write requests in my free time. If you want to know something more about me, stay right here!- however if you want to skip it all and already go to the rules before you request anything, scroll down a bit. READ THE RULES PLS (they aren't long).

.`'✭ 𝓐𝓫𝓸𝓾𝓽 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝔀𝓻𝓲𝓽𝓮𝓻 ✭`'.

Hey there! Glad you stayed. I won't brag a lot about myself but I just wanted to say I have a lot of hobbies, my fav one is drawing and that's also what I'm best at, I also play the guitar (classic and electric ones), I make edits, animate from time to time, I love listening to music, I roller skate, oh and write, hah. Also I'm a Catholic, no waaay🤯🤯🤯 please be respectful.

Writing is not my main hobby and I don't focus on it much, so it might not be very professional, but whatever I write I try to do it as in character as I can hence sometimes the process might take a while, I struggle a lot to get every detail done.

I'm an INFP-T (⁠•⁠ ⁠▽⁠ ⁠•⁠;⁠)

✭ 𝓦𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓯𝓪𝓷𝓭𝓸𝓶𝓼 𝓪𝓶 𝓘 𝓲𝓷?

Lackadaisy

Hazbin hotel

Fnaf

Fionna and cake/the adventure time

Gravity falls

House m.d.

Helluva boss

Beetlejuice

Murder drones (slightly less involved than other fandoms)

TADC (slightly less involved than other fandoms)

Heathers, Ride the cyclone, the mean girls - just basically into some musicals.

And that would be it for now, I think.

Think I'm cool? Wanna get to know me more? Sure! My inbox is always open for Q&A! You can also dm me if you'd want to get acquainted.

I might update this later if anything comes to my mind. For now, I'm leaving it be.

| ☆ℝ𝕖𝕢𝕦𝕖𝕤𝕥𝕤 & ℝ𝕦𝕝𝕖𝕤☆ |

°꩜ 𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘧𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘮𝘴 𝘥𝘰 𝘐 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳? ꩜°

Currently it's Lackadaisy and Hazbin Hotel because I'm most confident at writing these. If you went through the list of fandoms I'm in and saw any fandom you'd like to make a request for, you can send it in but I can't promise that I will manage to write it.

𝓒𝓱𝓪𝓻𝓪𝓬𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓼 𝓘 𝓵𝓲𝓴𝓮 𝓽𝓸 𝔀𝓻𝓲𝓽𝓮 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓶𝓸𝓼𝓽 :

Dorian "Zib" - Lackadaisy

Husker - HH

"Wick" Sable - Lackadaisy

Lucifer - HH

°꩜ 𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘐 𝘸𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦 ꩜°

NSFW - but I might write some mild spice.

Anything too ooc (e.g. character is aromantic/clearly not prone to affection but the request is asking for something completely opposite.)

Anything offensive

MLM - (man loving man) - I'm sorry but I don't feel fully capable of doing that. Might write one from time to time if the request is short and simple, but anything else, no, sorry.

°꩜ 𝘏𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵? ꩜°

If you have any requests, put them in my inbox. You can see if I'm currently taking any by checking the status in my bio.

If you have a specific vision that you want me to write, please tell me all the details, I mean it. I ask of you to not send me requests that are too neutral/not specific enough. (e.g. you want a drabble for XYZ x reader going out on a date - add details like: genre (fluff, angst, etc.), tell me if you want the relationship to be platonic or romantic, tell me where do you want them to go or what do you want to happen at that place, you can even add a line you'd like to hear from them so I can try to include it) Just don't be afraid to be more specific! Let me see your vision so I won't make any mistakes.

°꩜ Anons ꩜°

Yes I do remember the accounts that supports me/sends requests! And yes, I will make list of anons if y'all would like me to! You can call yourself whatever you want or sign yourself as emojis

Current list:

None yet

°꩜ 𝘘𝘶𝘪𝘤𝘬 𝘳𝘶𝘭𝘦𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘱𝘢𝘨𝘦 ꩜°

If you want to request or interact with any further content I make for HH, please be over 16, thank you.

This is supposed to be a safe space, so don't be mean! Be respectful to each other! We need more kind people in this world >:(

If anything changes I'll update this. Have fun! ^^

[inposterumcumgaudio]

They Came From Below: Q0, Q1, and Q2

Q0_VillageIntro: Robot Mayhem!

Objectives:

Save the Village

Dialogue:

001 PC_Rog I used to wonder if there were other forms of life. Other people, on other planets. I used to wonder if they would be friendly.

002 PC_Rog I don't wonder that any more.

002a PC_Rog Oh my God! I've got to save them!

003 PC_Rog This is horrible!

004 PC_Rog They're killing people!

004a PC_Rog No!

004b PC_Rog Why? Why?

004c PC_Rog And then, just when I thought it couldn't get any worse… it got worse.

004d PC_Rog Why don't I back up a bit?

005 PC_Rog Fortunately, two of the unlikeliest heroes saved the world.

Q1_Village: This Island Earth

Objectives:

Go Shopping for Dr. Faraday

Get the Bobby Hat

Head Home

Quest Notes:

Healing balms… bandages…? I wonder what Dr. F needs them for. I hope Viv has everything in stock.

Peggy borrowed that modified bobby hat, and James says Dr. F wants it back. The helmet light does come in awfully handy when the lights are out. And it's fun to play with.

Well, that was terribly awkward. Poor girl just can't take a hint.

That's enough excitement for one day! I better head home. I wonder what James made for lunch?

Dialogue:

S1_0001601_01 PC_Rog And a birthday present for Moo. Maybe a nice record. He loves that awful Nick Lightbearer stuff.

S1_S1a_001 PC_Rog What was it Moo wanted me to buy? Why didn't I write it down!

S1_S1a_002 PC_Rog Maybe he already gave Viv the list.

S1_S1a_003 PC_Rog Oh, and I have to pick up that headlamp. From Peggy. I hope that's not awkward.

S3_0017000 WellF Just a minute!

S3_0017100 WellF Roger Bacon! I haven't see you in -- How long has it been?

S3_0017200 PC_Rog Look, sorry to bother. Dr. Faraday hoped you might be done with--

S3_0017300 WellF Come in, come in. I've just made a pot of tea!

S3_0017400 PC_Rog I really can't, Dr. F's got me hopping today.

S3_0017500 WellF You always say that! Are you her frog?

S3_0017600 WellF That came out a bit off, didn't it. Sometimes I just put my foot in it!

S3_0017701 PC_Rog She loaned you her, ah, that bobby hat with the headlamp on it?

S3_0017800 WellF Oh! I have no idea where it is. But I bet I could find it if you helped me look.

S3_0017801 WellF I bet you'd be very stern as a policeman.

S3_0017900 PC_Rog Peggy --

S3_0018000 WellF Oh, just say it! You wouldn't want me if I were the last girl on Earth! You think I'm ugly and stupid!

S3_0018100 PC_Rog No! You're clever and beautiful --

S3_0018200 WellF But there's something just horribly wrong with me. Look, take your stupid headlamp. I never wanted it anyway. I just wanted to see you.

S3_0018300 PC_Rog Peggy, I…

S3_0018400 PC_Rog Well… lovely to see you. Bye.

S4_0018600 PC_Rog Hullo, Viv, how've you been. I've got a list of things…

S4_0018700 WellF I know about you and James, you know.

S4_0018800 PC_Rog You do?

S4_0018900 WellF Don't worry. Your secret is safe with me.

S4_0019000 PC_Rog Oh. Good.

S4_0019100 WellF A lot of people don't like Irishmen. But I say, if someone can lose that ridiculous accent and go to the C of E, we must treat them as if they were actually British.

S4_0019200 PC_Rog That's very kind of you. We're… not Irish.

S4_0019300 WellF Hah hah. Of course you're not! A nod is as good as a wink!

S4_0019301 PC_Rog James! James! Come in!

S4_0019403 PC_Rog This is all going to be my fault, somehow.

S4_0019401 PC_Rog The house is trying to kill me!

Q2_FaradayHouse: The Caves of Steel

Objectives:

Run Home!

Find James

Search the House for Clues

Find 3 Power Cells {Count}/{MaxCount}

Power the… Something

Go Down the Hatch

Explore the Cellar

Press the Button

Quest Notes:

That was frightfully loud! What happened? Is James all right? I suppose I should check on Dr. Faraday too…

Is James here? Where is he? Oh god oh god. Please be all right.

Dr. Faraday has been up to something terribly strange, and right under noses too! But if I poke around, I should be able to find some evidence of it.

I don't remember that being there. Shows how long it's been since I last caught up on my reading.

This control panel obviously controls … something. But it needs power cells to work. I'm not going to find out what it does without powering it up!

A secret door. And a hatch. Oh my.

Is it a secret door? I hope it's a secret door!

A hatch? To where? We don't have a cellar. Do we?

Apparently we do have a cellar.

Curiouser and curiouser!

What on Earth is there a cellar for? And why didn't Dr. F tell us about it? It would be just like Dr. F to keep a store of fine vintage claret from us. If that's indeed what's down here.

I'm beginning to suspect that this isn't where Dr. F keeps her wine. Why is there a big red button in the middle of the room? I probably shouldn't press it. But… how will we know what it does?

The whole room is an elevator!? This is rather a lark, isn't it? I always wanted some secret doors and room and things of my own.

Dialogue:

CIN_010_JamesIsDown

R_0 Oh, God, no! James, James. Are you breathing? You're breathing. Okay, okay.

R_1 *screams*

R_2 Dr. Faraday?

R_3 Uhhhhhh.

R_4 James!

R_5 Feel like I've been run over by a lead balloon.

R_6 What the hell did you do now, Pup?

R_7 I guess you're all right, James.

S1

S1_0004100 PC_Rog Oh, God, no! James, James. Are you breathing? You're breathing. Okay, okay.

S1_0004200 PC_Rog Dr. Faraday?

S1_0004201 WellF *screams*

S1_0004500 WellM Feel like I've been run over by a lead balloon.

S1_0004600 WellM What the hell did you do now, Pup?

S1_0004700 PC_Rog I guess you're all right, James.

S1_0004800 WellM Where is she?

S1_0004900 PC_Rog I think… I think she finally made a portal.

S1_0005000 WellM Don't be ridiculous.

S1_0005100 PC_Rog There was a hole in the floor, and she fell into it. Then the hole fell in with her and they were both gone!

S1_0005200 WellM Well in any event, we have to find her.

S1_0005300 PC_Rog We don't know where she went!

S1_0005400 WellM She could be hurt!

S1_0005500 PC_Rog All -- all right, then.

S1_0005600 WellM She must have left some notes somewhere. You know how she is about notes.

S1_0005601 PC_Rog Maybe there's a hidden mechanism. It'd be just like her.

S1_0005602 PC_Rog Where would she hide a secret mechanism?

S1_0005605 PC_Rog How long has that been there?

S1_0005606 PC_Rog I'm going to need three power cells to fire this up.

S2

S2_0006100 WellM WHERE ARE YOU?

S2_0006200 PC_Rog IN THE BASEMENT!

S2_0006300 WellM WE DON'T HAVE A…

S2_0006400 WellM We have a basement?

S2_0006500 WellM Did she tell you we had a basement?

S3

S3_00066603 WellM Don't press a button if you don't know what it does!

S3_0006700 WellM Sweet baby Moses!

S3_0006800 PC_Rog Who built this?

S3_0006900 WellM Dr. F, I think.

Why? Why are they numbered like this? Did they hire some new psychopath to do this? It's madness!

Maybe they thought to themselves, "In ten years, some nosy broad is going to figure out how to reverse-engineer this and use it to show people all our rough draft edits and when she gets to the gayboy DLC, I want her to suffer for it!"

Except I actually did this three years ago; I just didn't know how to access everything reliably back then. Doing it from within Poedit itself, as I was, is actually very spotty about when it wants to show you the directory for a line, which is why I'm redoing it now. I now know to do it from an exported file, which lists everything so I don't miss lines in my search.

Anyway, there's not much present here in these first three quests that didn't make it to the finished product. Which, you know, that tells us something in and of itself, that these scenes were pretty fully realized from the get-go.

Roger's cut line in the intro about two unlikely heroes... I don't like the line as written, but I like what function it would have served had it been present. Because Roger is the player character, we tend to think of this as his DLC. But the title is, in full, Roger & James in They Came From Below. The story is about both of them equally and this line acknowledges that.

There is a line that shows it was originally supposed to be James' birthday though, which is a tiny detail that would have changed a lot of the finer nuance of the story. Also that Roger doesn't like Nick Lightbearer's music, but James does. It also explains why Viv has twelve copies of "The Unicorn Song" for sale. That Professor Faraday says this is her favorite song in Sally's Act is very tidy though.

Aside from that, not too much of note. The objective for finding power cells in the house had cut activation and completion quest notes. The first part of Q2, Scene 1 was converted into a cinematic and rewritten just a smidge. The first line of Scene 3 has an extra digit, which is like to happen when you number your lines like a goddamn lunatic.

[grapejuicegay]

Get to know me tag! :)

I was tagged by @telomeke here and @dribs-and-drabbles here.

do you make your bed?

I try to! On days that I'm too busy to make it in the morning I do so about half an hour before I'm getting to bed. I don't like the feeling of getting back into an unmade bed - it feels like a completely unproductive day and that just throws me off

what's your favourite number?

I don't really have a favourite but I love multiples of 7, they make my brain go brrr

what is your job?

Photography! It's something I always wanted to do as a child but gave up on as an unrealistic dream before eventually sort of stumbling into it. Happy accidents and all that.

if you could go back to school, would you?

Hah! No chance. I burnt myself out pretty badly through undergrad by taking on far too much - there were just so many things that I found interesting - and I'd much rather not repeat that experience.

can you parallel park?

I can't drive. I keep meaning to learn but the way people drive freaks me out a little too much. I've also been struggling with a bout of motion sickness recently and that doesn't help my comfort in cars. Someday though! Hopefully!

a job you had that would surprise people?

I worked on editing and post production on a documentary for National Geographic once

do you think aliens are real?

In what form, I'm not sure. But some forms of life that exist outside of our planet? Absolutely. My other answer, channeling the 12 years I've spent on this hellsite: doooweeeewoooooo

can you drive a manual car?

If/when I do finally learn to drive I'm going to make it a point to learn manual too. Idk, feels like an important skill to have

what's your guilty pleasure?

I make it a point not too feel guilty or embarrassed about my interests. If I started doing that far too many things I like would qualify and I just cannot live like that

tattoos?

I wish :( I have a bunch of small tattoos I've always wanted but I have a medical condition because of which I can't get any.

favourite colour?

It changes every so often but I'm particularly biased towards shades of teal right now.

favourite type of music?

I love rock of the general/alt/post/punk variety. Recently I've been listening to a goth-folk band called Charming Disaster and have been a little bit obsessed with their album Our Lady of Radium and especially Radium Girls

do you like puzzles?

Love love love puzzles of any kind. I just like having lil things for my brain to do.

any phobias?

I have a little bit of a phobia of falling off of high places which unfortunately comes from a close call during a hike where I slipped off a steep rock and almost into a sweeping rapids (luckily I ended up slipping sideways into a little pool in a gap between said rock and another big one... took a while to pull my short ass out of there but at least I wasn't being swept away!)

favourite childhood sport?

I was a sporty child, tried my hand at just about most sports. My go to was basketball for a while (though I don't play anymore) but now I'm more inclined to go for a swim or a bout of kickboxing, sometimes badminton. Funny story: over the course of a year I got hit in the nose with 4 different kinds of balls (not that kind!). My nose is fine but I was paranoid around sports grounds for a while after that 😂

do you talk to yourself?

All the time! It honestly helps me keep track of a lot of things, especially when I'm overwhelmed but it's a little funny when my everyday running commentary comes out in front of people. It gets me a lot of strange looks, especially when I ask everyday objects what they think they're doing

what movies do you adore?

Depends on the day you ask. I tried answering this 5 different times but each time I came up with 5 different movies to list out. I really could not pick for this one

coffee or tea?

Coffee! Far, far too much of it!

first thing you wanted to be growing up?

An astronaut. It took me far too long to give up on that pipe dream. But around the time I gave up on that I was getting interested in photography as something to pursue. I was bullied out of it for a few years sadly but hey, I ended up here eventually!

I'm coming to this way too late so I'm not really sure who hasn't done this yet. I'm just going to tag @casualavocados @celestial-sapphicss @jemmo

And like both Tel and Lin mentioned, I've been far too busy to be on tumblr too much recently (most of 2024) and so a lot of stuff I've been tagged in has slipped through the cracks. Most of it is in my drafts somewhere and sometimes it just feels too late to bring it back. I still love all of you though and I'm sorry!

[taiyaki-translations]

Autumn Cafeteria - Fall for All 2

Season: Autumn Characters: Yuta, Koga, Shu, Tsumugi Translator: taiyaki-translations Proofreader: raspberrytls

<A few days later, on a holiday>

Koga: ーDamn it. It’s my day-off, why do I gotta babysit you?

Yuta: You’re not babysitting~ We're shopping, shopping.

We played rock-paper-scissors to decide who’s gonna buy supplies for "Band BB", and you lost! In other words, you're a loser…☆

Koga: Don't call me a loser. And don't go lordin’ over me now~ You also lost, didn'tcha?

Yuta: I guess so~ If only I used scissors that one time, I could've pushed everything onto you,  Oogami-senpai.

But still, I’m glad I'm not doing this alone. When I saw the shopping list, I was shocked by the amount of things we had to get.

Koga: Agreed. I get that we need cleaners and oils t’ take care of the instruments, so they’re on the list butー

Ain’t it weird that party crackers and tinsel garlands are on it, too!? What the heck are those for?

Yuta: Usually, people buy these kinds of things to set up parties, but we're not that kind of circle.

…Maybe we're going to use them as instruments? I mean, party crackers do make popping sounds.

As for the tinsel garlands, if you try shaking them like this… Hear that, it makes a rustling sound.

Koga: Tch~ I can barely hear a thing~… That ain't an instrument at all.

Yuta: Wow, what a tough critic ♪

Speaking of musical instruments… While we were at the music store earlier, I saw you in a new light, Oogami-senpai.

Koga: Huh?

Yuta: I like musical instruments enough to join both the light music club and "Band BB". But the reason I started learning how to play them was so I could make a living as a street performer— in other words, for survival.

I never approached them in the pure and single-minded way that you seniors do.  Whether it’s an instrument or a tool, it didn't matter, as long as I could make use of it.

That’s why I thought it was cool to see you taking such care and not compromising in even picking consumable items for your instrument.

…Though I have to admit, when you kept going on and on about it, that was such a pain ♪

Koga:  Oi, you.

Yuta: Ahaha. We finished shopping, so why don't we take a break before going back to Starmony Dorms?

Koga: Sure, why not~ I’m hungry, so that works out…

Tch, it’s crowded everywhere, ain’t it. I don’t wanna wait in line~

Yuta: As expected of a holiday. There are a lot of restaurants, but we can’t get into any of them.

I’m not in the mood for takeout either. How troublesome.

…Ah, right! We’ll have to walk for a bit, but please follow me.

Koga: Hm, where’re we goin’?

Yuta: Fufufu ♪ To my hiding spot…☆

<Ten minutes later...>

Yuta: (...Nice. Looks like it’s empty, just as I expected.)

We’re here, Oogami-senpai.

Koga: What the hell is “a bit.” You made me walk a ton…

…Hah? This is the place you’re callin’ your hidin’ spot?

Yuta: It’s a beautiful café, isn’t it~? I found it when I was looking around for a secret place that no one would know about.

Oogami-senpai, you can also come here if you want, but please don’t tell too many people about it.

Koga: Shut it~ I’m hungry and annoyed now, so let's just get the hell in.

Tsumugi: Welcome~♪

Oh my, if it isn’t Yuta-kun and Koga-kun. Hello there~

Yuta: H-Hello~…

Tsumugi: After you, please go on ahead~♪

Koga: (whispering) What the heck’s goin’ on, Yuta? Itsuki-senpai and that red-haired young master’s here too.

Yuta: (whispering) N-No clue.

Koga: “No clue”, you littleーAin’t this your hidin’ spot!?

Yuta: Yeah, but this is the first time something like this has happened. No matter when I come, the only other people here are usually just the owner and someone who seems to be a part-time worker…

Maybe… they’re also working here?

Koga: Haa? There’s no way in hell~ Aoba-senpai’s the vice president of an agency and that red-haired young master comes from a rich family.

As for Itsuki-senpai, well… I don’t know him that well, but doesn’t he travel back and forth between Japan and overseas a lot?

These guys are a bunch of successful idols, ain’t no way they’d need a second job~

Yuta: I know right~? Maybe they’re trying to gain work experience for a TV project or something?

Woah, he’s coming this way.

Shu: ーAhem. Have you finished deliberating?

Koga: Is that how ya talk to customers… (1) I’ll get Lunch Set A. How 'bout you, Yuta?

Yuta: I’ll get the B set, please~

Shu: Hm. Understood.

Koga: He ain’t gonna repeat the order…? Seriously, what the hell’s going on here?

Yuta: Hmm~ It’s the same as usual, except that those three are working here.

Tsukasa-kun doesn’t look like he’s doing anything, maybe we can ask him to tell us what’s happening?

O~i, Tsukasa-kun~

Translation Notes: 1. In Japanese, Shu doesn’t use the honorific language that waiters would normally use, hence Koga’s comment.

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[lil-melody-moon]

Year Summary #3

We're going with games today so without further ado!

The ones I've started and finished: 1. Pokemon Moon - Second/third time that I played it. I had started a save a long time ago, but I borrowed my 2DS to a dear friend of mine, so I just started everything from beginning. I enjoyed it as much as the first time actually, getting different Pokemon this time - or kind of? This is also where I discovered that tiny Pancham looks like Paul McCartney. Don't ask me from where I took it, but yeah. I named my Pancham Paul XD

2. Final Fantasy IX - I figured out that there has to be at least one Final Fantasy game during the year and this time it happened to be this one. Again, a replay, third fucking save. I had a new pc at that time, had to install Moguri again but you know. The worst was the fact that the old saves were gone, along with the one where I almost did everything in the time before the final boss. My first, almost complete save was gone, I was sad about that. That didn't discourage me tho, I played the game again, only to regret that I didn't use other names than default - it would be so fun, I have to do it next time. Anyway, I still love this game, I will gladly come back to it at any day really - crying at the end again, God, the credits song ;A;

3. Rayman 3: Hoodlum Havoc - I think this platformer will come back to the list of "play at least once a year". I love this games to bits, first platformer, my entire childhood and beginning of being a nerd is stored there - and again, Polish dub in this game is *chef's kiss*

4. Rayman Legends - replay after a few years and as much as I love the musical levels, the game itself is fun to certain point, I think halfway through, it gets kind of repetitive - or it might be me who played this game way too much in the past. Either way, I'm not coming back to it anytime soon. Had fun nevertheless tho <3

5. Murder by Numbers - got Epic Games Store, got my hands on free games and there I went, choosing this one as the first one. It has repetitive mechanic over finding clues - it's a detective kind of game, similar to Ace Attorney, but much more tame - but like, if you're bored you can cheat through them just to get on with the plot. I did that at the very end and really, I enjoyed the plot, characters, music. The tiny computer who helped the main heroine was adorable <3

6. Earthbound - you thought I will forget to play it? HAH, jokes on you! The end of year is nearing and my mind is already set on to play it again! I will never grow bored of this game and this time the team consisted of Ringo, me, John and Paul, Beatles themed team and truth be told, I WAS SO FUCKING UNLUCKY ON THIS SAVE. Like, I even did simplest mistakes, forgetting about the freaking shields which got me an instant kill. Had to repeat the last cave three fucking times, I never had such a bad playthrough in my life! Ringo borrowed his luck this time it seems

7. Spyro the Dragon - what did I do when I got a new PC? Downloaded PSX emulator and played Spyro. I'm a whole mood as my friend described me and honestly I don't regret this decision, even if I had to take this game in parts. The camera made me sick to my stomach - oh God I hope it'll be better in later parts and in the remaster - but like taking one level per day was a good idea to solve the problem. Plus the soundtrack - Copeland my beloved! - is just so good. One of those games which soundtracks I'll be listening to when I have time. ...Which reminds me that I have to make cleaning on yt with the games' music. MAJOR CLEANING *looking at my young self* You did fucked it up

8. Deponia - Oh yes, I came back to his fuckery and now I'm having a break before tackling the second game which I don't like very much, but about this one! The beginning is kinda long, but once out of town the game shows what it is capable of with puzzle solving, plot, humor, characters. I still love it and will probably nerd the third part like I usually do, because it's my favorite, but this time I did one major change. I've played with English dub, not like always with German and fuck, it is better somehow so I'm sticking to that <3

Now to the ones I've dropped: 1. The Legend of Zelda: Twilight Princess - Being younger I loved this game, but this time I just couldn't get into it anymore. Might be because my smart ass thought about erasing the save I didn't finish years ago and starting a new one, but who might know. I do regret I didn't finish the game for some weird reason those years ago, but maybe it was for the better? Either way, I sold it with a few other Nintendo Wii games, leaving only two Kirby games for myself so yeah

2. Mario and Luigi: Partners in Time - now I really had high expectations for this one. I always heard good opinions about it and so I started it, curious, only to discover that I'm bored of it in the long run. There's not much variety in the battle mechanics. You either do that or this and push buttons. There's no excitement like it is in Final Fantasy for example, it's simpler, much much simpler and the same goes too...

3. Super Mario RPG - while having an amazing soundtrack, this game suffers the same thing as the previous. Repetitive battle mechanics and like this is probably the worst thing you can do to rpg. I know a lot of people love it and I can see why. The plot is great, dialogues, characters and world building is amazing, but for me if the battle mechanics ain't anything good, then I'm gonna drop the game and move on

4. Kirby Mass Attack - I always wanted to play this game. It was actually the first ROM I've downloaded on Nintendo DS emulator right after getting new PC and I had fun in the first world. I love the mechanics with the touch screen, the fact that there's 10 tiny Kirbys running around, but what threw me off guard is the fact that even if you have 10 Kirbys, you're gonna end with one at the beginning of the next world. I felt like all the progress was lost and I had to start from the very beginning. It somehow didn't feel fair you know. This was a big let down

And the ones I'm playing now: 1. Cave Story - first time after hearing what a good game it is, and I finally agree with an opinion! It's smooth, like the older games, the graphics are cute, music is amazing, plot simple, but engaging somehow. And true, some part for a new player are difficult - I'm playing on easy, I don't think of myself as of a great gamer and I still find it difficult. One boss was really unreadable for me, the one who was driving, I don't know the name of it, but like I had to have a few tries to figure out what to do and that is the only complaint I have about this game. Second would be no checkpoints between bosses at the very end, but like there was a chance for me to get a life refill, but like I didn't know about it, so I screwed myself on my own wish. Plus, I'm having a break from it because I'm stuck at final bosses. In the meantime I jumped to this one:

2. Yooka Laylee - which I bought on sale on steam and honestly, I don't remember when I had such a great time with a 3D platformer since Rayman 3. I know a lot of people are saying that it's not the same as Banjo-Kazooie - which I didn't play YET - but like, is it really worthy to compare instead of having fun with a game? I mean, the plot is simple, characters are fun, mechanics are great, the moveset is good, it's not limiting the player at all, the freaking soundtrack is a whole orchestra really, always giving the vibe of the world in a great way. There are a few bugs here and there, but they are not game breaking or anything. I was only throw off my guard when I learned that I need 100 pagies to get to the end. Guess what I am doing as of lately XD

And that would sum up this year. Thank you for reading all of this and i wish all of you a Happy New Year <3

[ericaand]

Inevitable

Unidentified

Word Count: 970

Warnings: None.

Something startled me from a deep sleep, and a pleasant dream. I jumped, but soon realized it was only my alarm. 

Seven already? 

I flopped my sleepy hand over to the nightstand, sweeping the smooth surface to find my phone. Swiping the cancel button vigorously to dismiss the sound. I've got to change that to something less intrusive.  

Rolling over on my right, I was greeted with the warmth of the bright sun shining through my bedroom window. As per usual, the city was bustling. Dog walkers struggling to keep their footing, busy men and women swiftly waltzing to get to their destinations. And, my favorite, some basking in the sun on their small decks, drinking coffee (or maybe vodka), and allowing themselves to be unapologetically them before putting on a "life's perfect" face to fool the world. 

Swinging my legs off the edge of the bed I anticipated my feet sinking into the luxuriously fuzzy rug that I'd spent entirely too much money on. It was a simple pleasure that I wasn't willing to give up. I plugged my phone in and went about my morning routine. Even though there's nothing like warm coffee in the morning, there was simply no time for that today. And makeup, hah, mascara will have to do. Its not like I'm trying to impress anyone anyway. 

Setting the alarm beside my front door and swinging my purse over my shoulder, I was off. The hall was brightly lit, but dull and unimaginative in my apartment building. While riding the elevator down to the ground floor, I scrolled passed high school friends' posts on Facebook. Most, getting married, having children, buying houses - all of which I'd not done. Psh, did you really need a fifth child, Amy?  You could say that I'm a little jealous, not necessarily because all those things would make me happy. But I fear I wont get to experience any of those, all they bring is pain and chaos in the end. 

    "Bye Martin, hope you had an easy night", waiving in the doorman's direction. 

The clicking of my heels against the sidewalk made me thank myself, once again, for getting an apartment close to my office. I stopped at my favorite coffee shop on the way and was instantly elevated by the aroma drifting out the door. 

    "Hey! Haven't seen you in a few days, your usual?"

    "Yes, please" I groaned, handing her a ten dollar bill. 

Once finished, I grabbed the paper cup and small bag before slipping a dollar into the tip jar. After arriving at the office building, I hit the '3' button on the elevator as I fumble with my keys. The halls of the office building were serene and decorated with paintings and photos of nature, as soft music played throughout. As I walked to the door of my office, I was pleasantly surprised that the janitor had finally put my name on my door. I'd only been in this office for a month, but had been waiting years to see this.

ELYSE INGRAM

Marriage and Family Therapist

The butterflies in my stomach told me that I'd finally made it. After too many years of schooling and interning, I was finally here. Luckily, I'd already made a name for myself here in Austin and even had a waiting list of couples. I peered out the window that allowed just enough of the city to be seen, and allowed myself to basque the accomplishment for a brief moment. 

Tearing bits from the croissant I'd bought and sipping coffee, I began to plan and organize my day around which clients were being seen. A loud ring broke my concentration, as I answered the phone.

    "Hello, Elyse speaking".

    "Hi, I was wondering if my wife and I could get an appointment today, its urgent." a husky, low voice said on the other end. 

    "Um, let me see." Flipping to today's date in my planner. "I don't have many options today, unless you and your wife would like to come in at 4:30?"

    "Yeah, we can do that. As long as its today. I don't -" He let out a small sniffle. "I don't know what else to do."

    "Ok. And your names are?"

    "I'd prefer if we exchanged that information in person. See you at 4:30." With that, he'd hung up, and the only thing left for me to hear was a dial tone on the other end. 

I've experienced some pretty bizarre encounters in my line of work, don't get me wrong; but this was weird. I would usually put someone on the waiting list instead of squeezing them in. But this was different. This man actually sounded like he cared, which is rarely what I saw lately. Usually its just people who were court ordered to come to therapy, or those who come to therapy to say they were here, but never really engage. This should be interesting. 

I shuffled through my day as quickly as possible, mostly because I was so curious about my unidentified appointment at the end of the day. It was almost time. The clinking of my nails against the glass desktop was a soothing sound for me. It was a rare thing for me to be nervous about the first meeting with a couple or client, especially after I'd done it for so many years. However, as my stomach knotted and finger grazed my lips back and forth, I knew the anxiety had set in. Because, lets face it, I didnt even know who was going to walk through that door. 

[david-watts]

Color asks: mint, forest, sap :^)

mint: top favourite toys from your childhood? HAH I literally just included my favourite soft toys in my prized possessions answer... here they are again...

a little bit more about them. marmalade is there on the left, I don't quite know how long I've had them, maybe 2003 or so? went missing for a long time and I did not find them again until 2021 when they appeared in a box! one of the few good things those piece of shit removalists did. jack is my most beloved, I got him christmas 2004, he's named after my uncle jack - although I must mention he's named after my great uncle jack, not my father's friend who I knew as uncle jack. this happens in my family a lot, we have grandpa's uncle tom and my grandmother's uncle tom. cossie I've had since essentially I was born but I have to acknowledge I did not like him. he has corduroy paws and it would have freaked me out sensory-wise, so I did not care for him until I think nearly two years ago when he ended up falling down between my bed and the television cabinet that I use as shelves and a container of ink fell onto him and started leaking onto him! when I discovered this I was very upset and tried very hard to get the majority of the ink out. there's still some bits of green on his ribbon which you can't see in that photograph but the most of it is out, thankfully. and he's a hero, too, because he tanked that ink. if he hadn't, it would have not only spilled onto the floor (bad) but onto some more precious objects that are not so easily removed of ink. next is lily, who I've had for possibly nearly as long as cossie. certainly longer than marmalade. she's a german shepherd! she's also been my jack substitute, so if I am unable to take jack somewhere such as on school camp or one time my older cousin wanted to sleep with jack instead of me (highly distressing to be without him) I would have her. and lastly is dragon, who I got from the upstairs of this bookshop that was in this old 1930s warehouse building. that's now a curtain store. we got a matching one for my younger cousin except I think theirs was orange maybe? but dragon is the newest, from 2007 I think. it also had a name but I don't remember what that was.

this is also not all of my toys... I had a thomas wooden railway set that I loved. I have the lady model on my shelf, because somehow she ended up in a box that made it here. I had wooden swords and a shield that my father made for me (though I helped!) that I played with in the backyard, which was a lot of time if I'm honest. I also had, before jack came onto the scene, my blue lambie. I don't have a photograph of lambie because lambie is in a box somewhere. amusingly, my m*ther was conducting her school choir at a carols by candlelight only a week or so before christmas 2004, and it was a song involving shepherds, so the children all had toy sheep... but they were one short. I was SO DISTRAUGHT that my lambie was taken away from me that I cried the whole time it was away from me and I held onto the little rudolph that I also had with me, because it was christmas, so tightly because I was scared it would be taken too! the girl that had lambie I believe was very nice and I feel very sorry that she was probably aware that I was so upset by her taking lambie... I know that you treated lambie kindly. I'm sorry. and within the fortnight it wouldn't matter because I would have jack, who has been at my side every possible night for twenty years.

and lastly would be a toy that I only had access to at my father's. ahem. the toy train. this is what I had more interest in when my father probably tried to show me loa 1962 when I was little. it was probably made for my brother (although maybe for my sister, my dad is open to 'girls' being into trains too) in the 1970s I'm guessing

forest: list one thing or person that always brightens your day and why well I did already answer this... but I'll answer again. it'll do me good to think of more things that make me happy. hm. it's not something I use terribly often, even less since my ability to draw slowed right down due to the disease, but whenever I do use my dip pen it's so much fun and I feel so cool and it is genuinely more preferable to using pens to line. unfortunately it does require for me at least a level of concentration and a steady yet delicate hand that I am not capable of when I am diseased. hold on here's some examples

have these hands. honestly probably not my best example of inking or even hands either but my best imo isn't dip pen. because even acrylic inks and markers don't mix. bonus mr sharif because I think it's a better example of my inking even if I'm not the happiest with the likeness anymore

sap: an energetic memory from childhood? I admit I had a lot more energy when I was younger! not to get too depressing for a moment but that flu that I had when I was twelve was... really devastating. I don't think I fully recovered from it. this isn't to say I was great at sports before, the refusal of my m*ther to get my asthma diagnosed despite the fact that she knew I had it and the fact that I'm very badly coordinated really didn't give me any favours, but I enjoyed playing cricket or freaking my teacher out by jumping off the top of some of the play equipment. but one of my favourite memories was the twenty-fifth of april 2011, my younger cousin and I went with my m*ther and my sister to the melbourne aquarium and then later that day, because my father had asked us to, we went to the tomb of the unknown soldier, and there's some very steep grassy slopes by it. naturally my cousin and I didn't care about the anzac bullshit so we spent a good chunk of the time rolling down those! it was really fun! that entire day is one of my favourite memories.

thank you for asking!! I was very rambly sorry hope you don't mind long answers

[foxedthecards]

Jonas had been staring in his glass and his entire body went tense when he felt someone approaching again only to glance up and see to his immense relief that it was Butch again. He settled himself down next to Jonas, all smiles, asking if everything was OK.

And he couldn't tell him anything at all.

He turned himself around at the counter a bit, placing his elbow on it and casually resting his hand on the back of his neck, covering where Cooper's hand had been digging into it because he was sure as rough as the guy was, he'd probably left telltale marks there. He tensed up again when the whole deal with the drinks came out but luckily it played out in his favor.

As Butch sipped at his drink, clearly enjoying it, Jonas's mind was chaos. His insides had twisted up with anxiety. He glanced at the clock above the counter, its hands at the six and three, the profile of a gallows that was less than an hour away from hanging him.

Butch clearly loved being here already and they'd only JUST gotten here he couldn't just turn around and ask him to leave. Knowing Coop he'd probably figure out quickly that something was amiss and end up showing up at Jonas's hotel room later on. He knew what Butch looked like, the fucker had probably even been creeping around long before this and Jonas hadn't even realized it. He'd stalk and hurt Butch because the man was vicious and vindictive. Or worse...

A bright disarming grin stretched the corners of his mouth. There was no choice about it then. He'd do what he did best. Put on a performance...

" Yeah, I think the regular crowd's starting to come in. It'll be packed before too long! " he said cheerfully as he knocked back the rest of his drink and called the bartender over again. He tapped the list. " Give me the Rowdy Aunt Rhodie. "

The bartender side-eyed him as he nodded and with good reason. Their version of a Aunt Roberta, already a strong cocktail on its own, had their own homebrew of blackberry liqueur added that was nearly 151 proof. This little redhead wanted to get hammered early on, it would seem.

Jonas turned back to Butch, his eyes creased with a mirth he certainly didn't feel. " Also you're damn right I saw a ghost! " he chuckled. " The spirit of an empty glass that could use some more fuckin' spirits, ahah-hah! Ready for me to outdrink you, cowboy? "

Although he didn't plan on getting completely wasted and run the chance of entirely forgetting about going upstairs, he at least wanted to be well on his way to numbing his brain.

His flirty little touch is ticklish on Jonas's back. He does get a little self-conscious chuckle and wiggle in return as Jonas looks over his shoulder at Butch, the grin and the flush of his cheeks both widening across his face. Easy to say if Butch ever wanted to get in a playful tickle fight with Jonas, the redhead would lose pretty damn quick.

As soon as Butch was gone, he went back to the drink menu, waved the barkeep over and ordered two of the Barbed Wires. He smiled to himself, placing his chin in his hand and traced his fingers idly around the worn cowboy-boot shaped coasters as he waited. When the drinks came, he took his immediately and sipped at it, feeling the strong whisky burn pleasantly on the way down.

It was OK, it was going to be ok, he told himself. He'd already started to relax a bit. It would be a fun evening! Hm...maybe he'd get Butch into a friendly shots competition. There was a mezcal drink on the menu called Busted Knuckles and he'd honestly never tried mezcal before...maybe that one could be next? He took one of the swizzle sticks, with a little cowboy hat on the top and placed it in Butch's glass. He'd probably think that was cute or something. Yeah this would be a good night. A good...date.

A hand reached out from behind him and tightened around the back of his neck.

" Heh. Fancy running into a cute little bitch like you here..." a voice growled affectionately in his ear.

Easily six foot two if not more, the burly guy that Jonas knew unfortunately as Cooper circled around in his vision, still holding the back of his neck in that tight possessive grip. Everything about him screamed trouble, from the greasy flop of hair with the rattail to the black wifebeater shirt that had ALPHA and a wolf on the front of it. Once Jonas had thought all that pretty hot in a bad boy sort of way and it was true he was a handsome fucker in a way. But now seeing him here made the pleasant warmth of the liquor he'd drunk turn to ice in his stomach.

Cooper smiled at him, a slow wolfish smile. " It's been months, Jonas. Why'd you stop answering my texts? "

Jonas stared at the drink in his hand. His fingers had started trembling." Hey uh...Coop. I uh. I just...th-thought it might be better if we uhm...took a little...breather? "

" Hm? Why? That last time we were together, I had a great time..." He leaned a little closer, taking Jonas's jaw in his other hand and turning his head with a jerk, forcing him to expose his neck. Then a finger ran across his collarbone and down to his chest, pulling his shirt open a little more to look down it. " Bruises are all gone by now right? Who'd you come here with? Wait no lemme guess. That ugly little cowboy guy right? "

Jonas shivered at Coop's touch. " If...you're following me around...that's uhm...that's a little weird..." he muttered not looking him in the eye.

" Yeah. So what if I am? " The grip on the back of Jonas's neck tightened. " You ain't gonna do anything about it, bitch. I'm a little hurt actually. You slipping around behind my back like this. I think you owe me. "

Jonas was silent, staring down at his drink as Cooper's rough fingers squeezed the back of his neck possesively.

" Not gonna run your mouth like you like to do huh? Well. That's ok. Look. I'm even forgiving. Tell you what. I'll let you have a few drinks with the cowboy. Then around mmm seven I guess you make some excuse to him ,don't care what, and you come upstairs to the last karaoke room on the left and give me MY time. 'Cause I honestly don't care who you fuck on the side even if it is a little hurtful. Wanna know why? "

He jerked Jonas towards him and murmured in his ear. " 'Cause I can always make you remember who you belong to. Me. "

He released Jonas's neck and took Butch's drink, flicking the swizzle stick on the counter as he gulped it down. He gave him a wink and vanished back in the crowd. The whole exchange hadn't taken more than a few minutes. Butch would effectively never know he'd been there in the first place.

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Jake Martin x Reader Headcanons (Request)

Pairing: Jake Martin (The Crew) x Reader

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 3.5k

Request: “Hii!!! Cute stories very nicee 💖Could I please have a request for Jake Martin x Reader,, she’s his wife and coworker so just cute moments maybe even they’re very flirty with each other grossing out the crew hah loll (she might be pregnant too) Thanks 💓💓"

Author's Note: Thank you so much for this super cute request! I started typing this and it ended up coming out as a long time list of headcanons that cover yours and Jake’s whole love story, so I hope you like it! 😊

Jake Martin x Coworker! Reader Headcanons

- You were an old friend of Catherine’s (maybe even went to school with her, but you don't brag about where) so when she called you up to say her dad had put her in charge of his racing team, and that she needed your talents around the office you were more than happy to support her. Side note: I'll let you decide what those talents are, because I think everyone has so much they could contribute to the team, and if you don't believe me then send me a message and I will hype you up!

- Back on track, the first thing Catherine needed was a favour: She was getting a new sponsor with a gross logo and her driver wasn't on board for wearing the merch yet. She gave you a time to meet her and the team at a bar called the Pit Stop, and begged you to walk in and flirt with the driver in a 'fake steak' cap, convinced that would be enough to get him to change his mind. You figured you may as well lean into being her right-hand-man, putting a bit of extra effort into your appearance before you headed to the bar. As you stepped through the door you spotted her at a table with a few people that must be your new colleagues. When Catherine caught your eye, she sent her driver to the bar for another round, insisting he was his sponsorship cap, much to his chagrin. You tried not to be obvious as you watched him move through the bar, but he was very easy find yourself staring at. Blue eyes you could swim in, luscious blonde hair you wanted to brush out of his face, and the body of a professional athlete - he was gorgeous. You recovered your focus before settling into the spot next to him at the bar, pretending to do a double take of his hat,

"Hey, I like your hat." You said sincerely, trying to avoid naturally blushing from talking to the Adonis next to you.

"Really?" He whipped his head to look at you, seemingly forgetting about the bartender stood actively handing beers. His eyes were even more sparkling as they shined straight at you, and you could feel warmth creeping into your cheeks as you continued,

"Yeah, I think fake meat is supposed to be more environmentally conscious, and I think that's cool." You tried to say casually, like you hadn't practiced that line on your walk over, giving him a sincere smile. His face lit up at your words, looking you over a little bit, feeling his chest tighten as you glanced back over the bar, ordering your own beer.

"Thank you! Yeah I'm pretty into plants and nature too," He replied, excited tone betraying his attempt to seem nonchalant. "I'm..."

"JAKE!" He was cut off by a call from Kevin, chasing his drink order.

"I'll let you get back to your friends, but it's nice to meet you Jake." You replied, settling into a bar stool, as he just nodded awkwardly, a little flustered from your meeting, and headed back to his table. Setting the beers down to a chorus of 'finally's he turned to Catherine,

"I've decided this hat's amazing and I like fake steak." Catherine feigned a surprised expression, asking casually

"I think so too, but what changed your mind?"

"I just met an amazing girl at the bar who liked it!" Jake said excitedly looking your way, as you played on your phone, waiting for Catherine to tell you what to do next. As if reading your mind, she remarked loudly,

"Oh that's (y/n)! I asked her to meet me here, I’m going to ask her to help out the team." She turned to Jake, lowering her voice a little, "And I'm sure you don't need any help, but you know if you wanted, I could give her your number?" Jake furrowed his brow, realising he had been so thrown off by meeting you that he had forgotten all his usual moves and completely blanked on asking for a way to contact you, then looked back to Catherine nodding enthusiastically.

"Please Catherine, you would be the coolest boss ever."

- From that moment on you were a part of the crew family, and more importantly Jake was truly smitten. He asked you on a date the end of your first week in the job, saying it was only right he welcomed you to the team properly. Your first date was spent in a nicer bar than the pit stop, sharing drinks and stories, each quickly feeling like the other was the easiest person in the world to talk to. After a couple of hours, your absolute favourite song came on (turns out Catherine had told Jake to request it, as invested in your happiness as she was in her business) and you took Jake's hand, leading him to the dancefloor, encountering absolutely no resistance. His arms looped around your waist as your hips swayed against his, his breath warm against the back of your neck. He placed a gentle kiss on the side of your neck as you moved, no longer able to contain his affection now that he had you this close. You let your fingertips trail up his arms as you turned to face him, lips leaning up to meet his gently. It was a sweet first kiss, Jake determined to keep it light and respectful, a sign he didn't want to follow his usual dating pattern of rushing you into bed and then calling it quits. He called you a taxi home at the end of the night, already planning your second date in his head.

- The next week at the garage everyone was half expecting you two to be awkwardly avoiding each other, until Jake started picking up coffee for you on his way to work, wanting to have any reason to talk to you throughout the day and see you smile. When Kevin commented on it, saying it wasn't like him to keep in touch with someone after a first date, Jake proudly beamed, "This time's different, I want to have all the dates with her."

- And sure enough he never waited more than a day after your last date to ask you on the next one. Jake had never really been a relationship kind of guy, but with you he realised what it felt like to want more, to find a person you want a commitment with. And he went all out with dates trying to impress you; spa days, fancy dinners, asking you to take him to your favourite places in the city so he could learn more about you. And at the end of each of the dates, he always made sure you got home safe, but never invited himself in or took you back to his place, not wanting to give the impression this was just the physical kind of relationship he was known for.

- I think after three or four dates, you would have to be the one to take things further, asking him to come up to your place for a drink before the end of the night. Despite all his experience, Jake would be nervous to sleep with you, knowing he didn't want it to be a one-time thing. But once you made it clear that it was something you wanted, pulling him closely against your body, and unbuttoning his shirt, those nerves would be overtaken with excitement. Jake would absolutely be the kind of man to make sure you are well taken care of before he even thought about fucking you. His job depends on his body and being able to respond quickly to situations, and he would absolutely love watching how you react to his touch, changing the rhythm of his fingers to work out what you liked the most, slowly dragging his tongue over your clit to hear the change in how you moaned out his name. Watching the way his eyes raked over your body, muscles flexing on top of you would send you to the edge over and over again, his mind-blowing stamina making your intimacy last hour. And when you were both spent, and you rested your head on his chest, ready to sleep in his arms, he would feel just as excited about cuddling with you.

- Jake can be a pretty dramatic person, so I think he would really go all-in for the occasional grand romantic gesture. A few days after your first night together you would be working in the garage only for Beth to shout you to her desk for a delivery. When you got there, the whole reception would be full of courier's holding bouquets of flowers, each one with a note from Jake asking if you would be his girlfriend. You of course said yes to Jake, who was doing a terrible job of hiding behind Beth's desk to see your reaction. You sat on the reception desk pulling him into a passionate kiss, earning puking noises from your colleagues, who were mostly very happy for the two of you, if not a little annoyed that every surface in the garage was now covered in flowers.

- Jake was very affectionate with you at work, always finding reasons to stop by your desk to sneak you a kiss or wrap his arms around you while you were working. He just wanted to be close to you all the time, telling you what he was thinking about, and watching you nod as you listened intently. He absolutely asked you to meet him in the gym throughout the day, wanting to show off his strength and pull off his shirt, and you were more than happy to oblige. The team also knew you were the person to ask if they needed something explaining to Jake or his mind changing, because he always listened to you so keenly.

- Occasionally the team would make little comments about how you and Jake were a classic case of opposites attract, given his scatter-brained habits, and your common sense and natural intelligence. You tended not to pay them any attention, but on one occasion you overheard the team ripping into Jake about it, not realising how much it was playing on his mind. After a particularly cruel comment from Jessie about how she could steal his job and his girl before he even noticed earned a laugh from everyone except him, you watched him half-run to the locker room, clearly upset. You shot a dirty look at Jessie before following him, wondering what she had really done to get him like this. As you followed into the quiet room, you locked the door behind you, wanting to take care of him without being interrupted. You found Jake sat on a bench, holding his head in his hands, looking more downtrodden then you'd ever seen him. You knelt in front of him, loosely resting your hands on his, letting him talk to you when he was ready. After a moment of quiet, he slowly looked up to meet you concerned gaze, and spoke softly, voice tinged with sadness,

"Do you think i'm dumb?" The question broke your heart, someone so otherwise confident, left feeling so insecure by a cruel joke. You answered quickly, firmly and honestly,

"No! I think your brain is amazing. The way you remember interesting things people say about themselves, and how you never forget when I mention I like something. The fact that you can think about so many things so quickly during a race, and process information so fast and then react is incredible, and something most people can't do. You know so much about cars, and fitness, and about yourself Jake. You know what you want, and how you feel, and how to communicate that and how say what you really mean. And I think all that makes you thoughtful, and interesting, and smart." Your voice almost came out pleading, desperately wanting him to recognise the strength in everything he is and can do. His eyes stared deeply into yours, looking for a sign of doubt or dishonesty, but finding nothing but admiration reflected back at him.

He nodded slowly, taking in your words, processing it before he spoke, face still serious.

"I do know how to say what I'm feeling." He paused, pulling you on his lap before continuing,

"And I love you." Before you had a chance to respond, his lips landed on yours with force, one arm holding you close by the waist, the other gently cupping your face, unwilling to let the kiss break. When you tried to pull back to speak, Jake shook his head, kissing you again before mumbling,

"Can't stop kissing you. In case your response makes me sad." His lips never leaving yours for more than a second, even when you laughed into his kiss. You managed to get a response out against his face,

"See, that's a smart plan! Except one thing." He paused your kiss for a second to quiz you,

"What's that?"

"I love you too Jake." He smiled as your lips returned to his, you now stifling his reaction with passionate kiss, shifting to push him down on the bench, draping your body over his. Jake's insecurities melted away as he felt your hips brushing against his, both of you oblivious to your colleagues listening to you comfort Jake through the door, wanting to make sure he was okay and now really wishing they didn't hear the noise he let out as you moved on top of him, running quietly from the door.

- Despite it being new to Jake, he was amazing boyfriend material. He was always open and honest with you, asking you questions to understand your feelings and reactions, and always keeping that in mind when he did anything. He text you whenever he had to be away from you, and never stopped telling you how much he appreciated all the things you do for him and all the support you offer him, always telling you how smart and capable and incredible you are in return.

- The team noticed the change in him as well, he was more focused at work (unless you were in the room, in which case he just stared at you with pure heart eyes), less egotistical and more of a team player: you really brought out the best in him. His race times were also improving, his confidence in his brain and reactions growing thanks to you.

- One day when Jake had a meeting to go over data with Amir, he interrupted him, asking,

"Amir? You're married right? And you like it?" Amir nodded, confused by the sudden interest in his person life,

"Yes of course Jake, being married's the best." Jake nodded thoughtfully before asking Amir about how he proposed, listening to the story and then thanking him and walking away, despite their meeting not even being close to complete. Amir quickly pulled Chuck and Beth into Kevin's office, telling them about it, asking Beth what it meant. Beth slapped his arm,

"It means he's gonna propose to (y/n) dummy." Kevin frowned,

"It's only been, what, six months? (y/n)'s got her head screwed on right, unlike Jake, there's no way she's gonna say yes right?" The team stood in awkward silence before Chuck chimed in,

"There goes our chance at a top ten finish."

The next few days the four of them tried to gauge the waters between you and Jake, trying to figure out if they could put him off rushing into this, and talking Jake up in front of you, trying to persuade you to say yes. Between their strange behaviour and Jake seeming excessively nervous around you lately, you felt uneasy when he formally asked you to come over to his place one night after work. You walked through his door, keys exchanged early in your relationship, to find an upgraded version of the day he asked you to be his girlfriend. Flowers covered every surface, candles scattered across the room, the song you first danced to playing, and Jake in the middle, dressed in a suit and on one knee. He immediately launched into a speech about how he had never been happier than when he was with you, feeling better about himself and having the most fun ever. He told you the seemingly endless list of things he loved about you, the way you care for him, and make him smile, and that he knows that that's something he wants for the rest of his life. And then finally he asked you if you wanted to marry him, and you knew the sincere answer as soon as he asked: yes. You did want to marry him. And sure, it was soon, but you really knew Jake and he knew you, and that wasn't going to change, so why wait to spend the rest of your life with him. You two celebrated with champagne and chocolates, already excited to start planning your wedding, and of course to tell the team the next day.

The moment Jake got into the garage he called everyone over for an announcement, and Kevin and team braced themselves to witness a whole new type of car crash. As he monologued wildly, you waited quietly in a corner, unnoticed, as you heard Chuck joke quietly to Kevin,

"Maybe he'll see something shiny and forget what he was going to ask?" Kevin chuckled gravely and countered,

"Maybe if I throw a tennis ball, he'll drop the ring and run after it?" You quietly stepped forward, adding to their conversation,

"Maybe he'll lose count getting to one knee." They both laughed heartily, faces dropping as they saw who made the joke while you walked over to your fiancé, wrapping up his play-by-play of your relationship,

"And then last night I asked (y/n) to marry me." He said warmly looking at you, to which responded, "And of course I said yes." After a moment of pleasant surprise, a cheer went up through the garage, everyone happy for the two of you, and the future of their racing careers!

- Despite all the resources you had access to, your wedding was perfectly simple, focusing on the people closest to you and really getting to appreciate your promise to spend your life together. Catherine and Kevin both insisted on making speeches, turning slightly competitive about who was closer to the two of you, and your first dance as newlyweds was a pretty perfect rendition of the dance you had shared on your first date, now nearly a year ago. You never thought you'd be the kind of person to get swept up in a whirlwind romance, but staring into Jake's eyes as you swayed, you knew everything had worked out exactly how it was supposed to.

- The racing team hoped that after your honeymoon phase wore off you two would get less sickly sweet and flirty around the office, but in reality, being a married man only made Jake crave you more. He spent more time in your seat than you did, constantly pulling you onto his lap while you worked, because in his words 'he had promise to have and to hold you, so he couldn’t not." People started knocking before entering the gym, knowing the sight of him working out often led to him pushing you up against the wall, your hands desperately exploring his bare chest. Whenever you saw him in his fire suit you felt heat building inside you that only he could extinguish, often celebrating his race results running to the locker room, or making out in the front seat of the car only to get disturbed by reporters wanting an interview. Which he would proudly take, introducing you as his amazing wife and the source of all his good luck.

- It was hardly surprising with the way you couldn't keep your hands off each other, that it was less than a year into your marriage that you found yourselves staring at a row of pregnancy tests, each with a positive symbol on it. You shared happy tears at the thought of your growing family, Jake already picturing himself building go karts with a mini version of you, and doing the school run in a specially made race car to impress their friends. He was already the most attentive husband you could imagine, but the thought of you carrying his child sent him into overdrive, his hands rarely leaving your body, your every need happily catered for. Jake had always wanted a family of his own, and the way your lives had joined together made him feel like everything was working out exactly as it should be, thanking the universe that all those years ago he had worn his ugly fake steak hat to buy a beer in a bar.