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broareweabouttoviberightnow · 14 days ago

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that was then this is now second half notes!! (spoilers ahead!!)

mark poutin out the window at Cathy. it really ain't an se Hinton work until there's a brother whose real possessive over his siblings huh (pony n steve beef, rusty james n Cassandra, now mark n cathy)

also off topic but the poster for this actuay goes insanely hard. emilo served.

bryons hair is SO big

'I baked this for u n Mark! it's carrot cake!' mark, from deep in the house somewhere 'I HATE carrot cake' 'guess marks feelin better'

it's been ONE day. the mark cathy beef is insane. yall JUST met.

'she gone yet?' 'yeah' 'man somebodies gotta teach that girl to COOK. n FAST! heheh' guys I fear he's actually kinda funny

wait a damn minute. the equivalent to Charlie gettin drafted in this movie is? his girlfriend turnin him down? hm. I don't know how I feel about that.

aough. hmm OK. the parallels from Charlie n Debbie to mark n bryon. ok. hmm. 'you think you know somebody. they love you the same way you love them. but. nothin... where's your partner?' OUGH. those two lines back to back. aough. brotherly love. hmm.

the way the mark is so soft with bryons mom actually makes me sick. aoughhhh.

'how'd u do that?' 'fight.' 'didya win?' 'not exactly' 'not at all' guys the writin for these boys is actually so funny to me. like. that's siblin behavior. aough.

what the fuck is this fit for bryon. ugly. long sleeve shirt n? an unbuttoned baseball jersey? bad.

the fact that Mark is always gigglin at his own jokes. I love that kid actually.

two bit n this kid would actually get along. let me say that. like the overlap there is insane.

mark wackin m n m with rolled up poster.

MARKS BLEACHED EYEBROWS???

Charlie takin the tab for bryons coke from marks change. hmm.

marks just always sittin on shit n kickin his feet man. also bryon playin all the pool n Mark just bein the hype man. real funny to me.

mark callin out for bryon. aough. the little like half sob noise he makes. aoughhhh.

AOUGH. Mark goin straight for the gun n bryon goin straight for Charlie. AGH. their character thesis in a scene. OUGH. it makes me SICK.

marks little 'what? *sob* what?' but never lettin go of the gun. ohhh. ok. cool. no no no. cool man.

cool cool cool. Mark at Charlie's grave rockin himself. yeah. alright. cool. ridin the bus home alone. sittin across the street from Charlie's bar. yeah. ok man. eatin dinner alone? I'm gonna be sick.

mark leavin n bryon immediately takin his place. I dunno. somethin somethin about changin places. somethin abiut stayin n goin

THEIR KITCHEN DRAPES ARE SO CUTE

if I had a nickel for everytime an se Hinton character was in the paper for witnessin a tragedy n were praised for their heroics I'd have two nickels. which isn't a lot but it's weird that it happened twice.

mark is literally the unemployed friend. love his crazy ass.

why the FUCK did bryon invent m n m n MARK on his date. mama. what is this line up.

Mark gettin outta the car just to sock some guy in the face you will always be famous to me.

*mark n cathy beefin* 'can I get a hamburger? can I PLEASE get a hamburger' actually wait im gonna make somethin

'do u want any fries?' 'did I ask for fries buddy?' 'no:(' 'then no fries'

'how come you never buy us frosted flakes?' 'cause sugar makes children hyper' *thirty seconds later* mark 'how come you never buy us frosted flakes?' ur honor they are siblings

Cathy's such a good sister actually. n bryon does not give a FUCK. 'bryon ur the only one that seems worried' *blank vacant stare*

bryon mark have like a Steve n soda esque relationship if they were WAY more toxic.

the way bryons mom n Mark care for each other I am SICKKK

mark has so much. like. restless anxious energy in him. I actually need to study him like a bug.

I feel like I'm watchin a shit romcom where the whole movie I feel like yellin JUST COMMUNICATE! JUST FUCKIN TALK TO EACH OTHER! JUST TELL HIM THAT UR FEELIN LEFT OUT! JUST TALK!

marks lil smile he draws on the window aw

marks drivin stresses me tf out. good lord. it REALLY ain't a se Hinton movie until a teenage boys drivin stresses me tf out so bad.

mark is always side eyein whatever girl happens to be with bryon at the time. man is SO jealous.

angela. my baby. she's actually kinda sweet. like. hmm. no they definitely deserve tim to beat the ever lovin fuck outta them.

'sometimes I feel like I just wanna cut it short' n Mark reachin up to touch his cut? oh. that is the eyes of a man thinkin about cuttin somethin else short for her

angela shepard. I love you actually. n I'm sorry. I've been won over. my poor poor baby. both her brothers are in jail. n she's all alone. augh. my baby. look mark ily but I hope tim breaks ur fuckin jaw man.

bryon why the FUCK are u just sittin there. mama speak UP. u ain't gonna cut all of it are ya? STOP HIS ASS U STUPID BITCH!

wait short hair angela kinda serves. can't keep a hot bitch down.

mark helpin him get his socks off aww

bryons line 'he tries to help us out n look what happened to him' REAL reminiscent of dallas' 'so that's what you get for helpin people huh'

'why'd ur dad shoot ur ma?' WOAH. goddamn u can't just cold open with that.

the rain gradually pickin up as Mark talks about his parents death. aough. that whole monolouge makes me sick actually.

'ain't nobody on my side has those eyes. no on urs neither' HES GOT BLUE EYES YEAH? dog. I'm pushin my mark n dallas are siblings agenda again. I'm sorry. (actually in the book he's got golden eyes but in the movie he's got blue. so. there)

since it's the 80s not the 70s what is m n m? like? a crack addict?

what the fuck is this v neck situation for bryon. why is mark always servin n bryon is always in some ugly ass shit.

sorry I was so focused on his ugly shirt I missed their entire fight. but marks dialouge there is so important to me. 'I just don't like to see ya judgin people' 'fine it's OUR problem' ough. Mark.

TIM?? IS THAT FUCKIN TIM??? HOLD ON WAIT HOLD ON A SEC. uh. hmm. well. I was expectin more. but alright. also there's? three of them? tim. curly. n mystery man. are they tryin to tell me there's four of them? cause that cannot be right. maybe I'm misreadin this. but the way the dialouge goes it sorta implies they're all siblings. tim curly angela n this man they pulled up with.

curly n tim bein protective of angela is so so so important to me. shepards you could never be antagonists to ME. I love ya. n I support shepards rights n wrongs

HEY. DOG. I JUST REALIZED SOMETHIN. BRYON IS TO MARK WHAT JOHNNY WAS TO DALLAS. 'I don't wanna fight anymore. I'm sick of it. it never does any good.' HELLO??? N ALL MARK N DALLAS KNOW HOW TO DO IS FIGHT?? AOUGH

'how do u think this makes me feel?' THEYRE COMMUNICATIN!! also bryons fuck ass just got hit in the mouth accent I could NOT take his aas serious

they LOVE to do that behind the shoulder through the windshield shot that ALWAYS gives me motion sickness

m n m all pressed against bryons chest n bryon runnin a hand up n down his arm n playin with his hair AOUGH. my BABY.

why does bryon always just seem vaguely bored. there is a kid trippin balls n accusin ur brother of pushin pills in ur LAP. n he's sittin there like :/

oh cathy smacked the SHIT outta him. man was GAGGED.

the way bryon says he's sorry is just so distinctly different from how cathy says it. bryons is 'I'm sorry I said that'. n Cathy's is 'I'm sorry you can't see the truth' auogh.

godDAMN. Mark has a fuckin PHARMACY under his bed jesus CHRIST.

ik it's serious but bryon sittin in the chair in the dark with the pills is very much givin. n where the HELL have u been young man

Mark 'don't worry I don't take em. I'm fine just how I am' Jennings n Soda 'drunk on plain livin' Curtis NEED to have a conversation I fear.

mark. in that scene. he just. can't get it. ough. hmm. look. aough. his little 'goddammit bryon' 'I want you to leave' 'ok' AOUGH. he's? my baby actually.

'why you doin this to me brother?' 'you're not my brother' AOUGHHHHHH. AGHHH. OUGHHHH. WELL FUCK ME I GUESS AOUGHHH

I LOVE YOU BRYON???? OHHHH OK. OH ALRIGHT. YEAH. OK. FINE. ALRIGHTY. YEAH. OK.

how long mark hesitates before he hits bryon? I. am. SICK.

wait in this version bryon doesn't call the cops on mark? wait a goddamn minute. I have a bad feelin about this. why is this feelin. very dallas winston coded.

oh. thank God. Jesus christ. I thought that boy was gonna end up like Dallas. n I really couldn't take that again.

Angela's kinda givin Lydia with the short hair. she's kinda servin.

bryon does NOT deserve cathy. or to have peace. or to see the light of day actually. should be in a cave.

'what's it like in here?' 'if I told you what it was like you'd be sick' jesus fuckin christ IM gonna be sick what the FUCK did they do to my SON

HIS MOM IS STILL SENDIN HIM STUFF AOUGH

'like a friend once said to me, that was then. this is now.' 'who said that?' 'I dunno. some asshole.' DOG. TWIST THE KNIFE AROUND A LIL MORE. JESUS FUCKIN CHRIST.

BRYON FUCKIN RUNNKN FOR THE BUS. N LOOKIN AT THE CAR N THINKIN ABOUT MARK. OHHHH. OK.

jesus christ. this movie. huh. aough. ok. final thoughts. actually kinda liked the movie more than the book. which is CRAZY. n also brings the count of both movies I've EVER thought that about n se Hinton movies I thought that about up to two. now. controversial opinion. FUCK bryon. FUCK his bum ass. I feel like the movie made marks character WAY more sympathic. that is actually my son. n I am sick to my stomach. aough. ough

#guys #i have no notes on mark #like #thats my guy #n i am SICK to my STOMACH about him.#i love that fuckin boy #hes deserved the world #AOUGH #that was then this is now #twttin #mark jennings #bryon douglas #sodapop curtis #tim shepard #curly shepard #angela shepard #bros watchin #dallas winston

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offorestsongs · 9 months ago

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Hello Algy! ♡

I just got home from work, so I'll be answering your ask soon! ♡

In the meantime, can I ask for general 3 for glassrose (that way we both get to talk about our Riddle ships lol ♡) and domestic life 3 for lilyarrow please? ♡

(Also, as a side note: I remember you mentioning that Swallow would be shipped with Azul, and I would love to hear more about them whenever you get a chance ♡♡♡)

Thank you! ♡

ahh thank you so much for the ask Sheepy!! 💜

3. What was their first kiss like?

after Riddle's confession, Eliott asked if he can kiss him - he was SO happy he can finally kiss Riddle he could barely contain his excitement dhfdjfj it was very short and kind of awkward (they definitely had a "leaned in too fast and bumped their noses" moment lmao), since it was the first kiss for the both of them but it's fine, Riddle said they just need to train more <3 also at the beginning of the relationship Eliott used to always ask Riddle if he can kiss him because he always wanted to make sure that Riddle is comfortable until Riddle had to tell him that he can just kiss him if he wants to its FINE

3. How many kids do they have, if any? What are they like?

dhfjdfjj okay im so happy i finally have an excuse to talk about this!!! i actually haven't decided how many exactly kids they'd have but like. at least three. i mean, Rook himself has a lot of siblings and Lysander really hated growing up an only child so it makes sense that they'd have more than one kid (also i imagine than when they first talked about having kids, Rook half-jokingly said that they should have at least six and Lysander was just like "i love you. ABSOLUTELY not" LMAO). also since Lysander is trans, they get to have biological kids that being said, i do have some thoughts on their oldest daughter specifically

meet Rosemary Hunt!! or just Mary for short <3 she's spoiled rotten by both her parents and her uncles (Ace, Deuce, Epel, Vil, Rosienne, Malleus) and she's an absolute menace to society. she's very outgoing and friendly, talks A LOT and likes to run wild and has a lot of stupid ideas that she convinces her siblings to take a part in. she's also very creative and likes to express herself in different ways; cutting and dying her hair, make up, making her own jewelry or clothes also very important; all of their kids consider Grim to basically be their older brother. "yes one of my siblings is a talking cat. any problems?" djfjfjgjfj

also AAH you're so right, i definitely need to start about Azul and Swallow on here, because they've been living in my head but i'm very bad at actually putting out there all the ideas i'm having 🤧 they're SO funny. they're the peak enemies/rivals-to-lovers trope, i definitely need to tell you more about them when i have more free time!!

#💌 answers #❣️ lilyarrow #❣️ glassrose #ahh this was so fun !!#💌 ask game

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genderlessjacky · 3 months ago

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yayy finally im finally done!!! I hope we are the same timezone and I didn't accidentally submit this late 😭

Holmes!! The sharpshooting Rodger with a littleee but of trust issues and I adore him . He is the kind of dad to have Pavlov's dogs himself to say "language" whenever anyone is swearing an probably owns a swear jar. But don't worry, he loves both his children equally. He may not be able to keep up with a few of the smarter Rodgers in terms of intellect but he can hold his own in a mission decently well and he's more streetsmart anyways (Holmes says in an attempt to comfort himself)

(also , Sherlock Holmes , Holmes , get it??? I'm so funny I know)

Big brother of the year award goes too... SOMEONE ELSE because it's certainly not Shrimpo "DONT KICK IN YOUR 8 YEAR OLD BABY SISTERS TEETH" Rodger . He pretends to not care and at times he really doesn't. It's giving Dipper pines meets bakugo (which I'm not sure if that's accurate because I have only seen like , 2 seasons of MHA) meets knuckles and with a sprinkle of abandonment issues . It took him a decently long time to warm up to his adoptive family but it was all worth it (sort of)

(when I tell you I really did try my best to come up with an Augmented Ability for him 😭 I hope this isn't too OP...)

Edit : nvm , Shrimpo uses 80% of his energy instead and that it effects a whole area of twisteds around him , like it effects any twisteds who hear it even if he direct it at them , and that it can be mixed , like a twisted brightney and Gigi can run away while the rest start CHASING him

The baby of the family!! The one who Shrimpo taught how to swear!! Toodles!! She occasionally gets an existential crisis because of her ability but it's finee. She warmed up the fastest to people, this social little scumbag is the sole reason why her brother is NOT fully social inept

Edit: SO sorry that I'm changing my mind this much but I'd like to add like , she can just duplicate only parts of herself for way less energy, like she can duplicate just an arm as a emergency weapon for 7% energy and only her head to use as a projectile weapon for 9% energy ectect and ofc they will still hurt but yes she can duplicate multiple

(Another idea of an Augmented Ability I have to her is basically beginners luck in a larger scale , she can boost a random 'stat' of her fellow toons in a certain radius by 20% and it reduces her own energy by 20% but I went for this one instead but if you think the duplicate thing is too overpowered, feel free to use this :))

more beneath the cut <3 (pls read I spent SO much time on these doodles)

An idea I have for their background:

If it matches the lore , I'd say they joined an operation that wasnt gardenview, a different operation that was far more weaker and far away from said Gardenview , Holmes and a couple of others were the sole survivors of the weaker operation after they got overwhelmed by a large Wave of twisteds . Shrimpo and Toodles were the few survivors of their own operation being taken over by Twisteds . After Holmes wandered for about 3 months he met Shrimpo and Toodles and the journey begins there . They reach Gardenview in about, I'd say two - three and a half years

Please ignore that fact that it's disgustingly obvious that I have practically never done digital art before 😞🙏

Pov: a single father of two rediscovers what coffee is (don't read the text too closely 😞, I mostly copy pasted a theory about ichor that I really liked and added a bit of details myself , I know I'm lazy I'm sorry)(also ignore that Cosmo said E-1, I rrly want him and his kids to be in D-1 🙏)

I have a mini comic I'm in the middle of drawing of how Shrimpo and Toots would work together in an actual mission and I'll reblog said comic on this post after I finish it and hope and pray you actually see it 😢

Fun facts about them (I'll probably add more when it's not , midnight)

In terms of fighting, I'd say Shrimpo is definitely melee and short ranged, if I decide to give him weapons it will definitely be very Vi from arcane coded

Rodger is defo long ranged sharp shooter, a sniper sort of guy , if he had to fight up close he could hold his own but he would mostly rely on his robot arm

Toodles is more agile think, very sonic or Spiderman esk , jumping around and dodging/ luring the twisteds

Rodger also has phantom pain sometimes and doesn't really know what it is (yet) so sometimes his arms just starts hurting a lot and he's like "oh, I guess that happens now" and doesn't tell anyone

Rodger got lost his arm during the incident where his old operation got destroyed

Toodles and Shrimpo have matching bite marks from eachother, it's how they differentiate eachother from a crowd

They are very "Dad said I can come!!" "YOU ARE NOT COMING ON MY DATE-" coded

honestly, I can Shrimpo tagging along with toodles and her new friends in Gardenview until he finds his own group

Rodger used to spend a lot his time researching ichor obsessively because he lost a lot of loved ones during the fall of his old operation (like a lot of the Rodgers and probably also A1 Rodger) but slowed down a LOT a while after he took in Shrimpo and Toodles

Rodger didnt know how to take care of two kids at first , it wasnt until Shrimpo almost died because of his own recklessness that he decided "hey I already lost a lot of people, I need to take care of the ones I have" and stepped up , he isn't perfect but he tries

I'd like to think Rodger gets a lot of "you took in...a SHRIMPO????" From the group of people he hangs out with

Shrimpo is a decent mechanic, like not enough that he can build a robot from scratch metal but enough that he can build a working metal arm for Holmes out of broken twisted robot parts

Also their 'last name' is Rodger , like Toodles Rodger and Shrimpo Rodger , but he only uses when they are in REAL trouble like "SHRIMPO RODGER GO TO YOUR ROOM"

Also if it matches the lore , I also like to think , to save up energy and ichor , the people running Gardenview saw them come in , clinging onto eachother and went "huh... they seem close" and put Toodles and Shrimpo in the same room with a bunkbed to preserve energy , screaming matches insue

(and if you're reading this like :why are you so not normal ab them?? Well it's because I have a little brother who acts a lot like how I think toodles will act but a lot more annoying and I think I'm just projecting ngl)

@littlelightvii

Small little Event!

Hey hey, hope you’re all having a great holiday.

This little event will be running until 1.6.2025.

Im sure some of you have noticed team D and E have never been mentioned- and that’s because I’ve been waiting to host this event!

I’m choosing 11- yes 11 toons that YOU GUYS MAKE to add to Operation Ichor!

Of course, other toon submissions will show up as background characters within the comic.

Q1: How does the character sheet look?

Something like this, it being colored is optional. But I mainly just need design, personality, and ability on your sheet. Keep in mind you’re mostly choosing from the 20 in game characters (No, spoiler characters aren’t accepted, only ones in game!) and adding accessories on them.

You can make a whole team if you want too, just please keep it as one reblog if you can.

Q2: Are OC Toons allowed?

Yes, but please keep in mind they have a lower chance of being chosen just because dealing with different abilities and designs gets complicated (as if the 20 toons Dandy’s world has isn’t already enough)

Here’s the sheet for those who want to join.

Please use (#opich event) and/or just reblog this post with your submission

Disclaimer:

Any toon submitted will STILL BELONG TO THE OWNER, I have no intentions of stealing your amazing creations.

Do note; with the grim nature of this story, toons die a lot and yours might as well, if you don’t want that to happen- don’t submit.

And don’t be discouraged by your art, I love all your works and you’re all super talented :).

#Art #operationichor #Operation ichor

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jackalopc · 10 months ago

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bestie you’re so right about Tommy being a gremlin. May I have some hcs about him?? What he likes, what he doesn’t, — personally I REALLY think it’d be so funny if he and Shepard got beef. The reason? Shepard is SO convinced he’s the reason so many of his finest soldiers “turned” gay because of him. He can’t stop laughing when he hears

you can have all the headcanons!!! sorry if its like crazy scattered lmao

in terms of Shepard: i love the idea there is beef there. but that it's like weirdly one-sided. like after their dad and the environment they grew up in, Shepard really thinks he can -- what, intimidate either of the Riley brothers? it'd be laughable if it weren't so fucking pathetic.

i always kind of had the idea that im not sure if Shepard would care much about queer's being in the military? like i'm not sure if he cares about the small picture enough that cishet norms don't entirely override the fanaticism of his patriotism, yk? like it's maybe not ideal. and as tommy loves to remind him: they're not american. he can't do shit. the british have allowed it since 2000.

i like to think simon isn't in the closet, but he's also just so insanely a private person that like almost no one knows??? but doesn't really care if anyone finds out.

which is exactly why tommy can get away with constantly nearly outing him to the 141 that isn't price; just as a running bit.

(as an aside: price has also known since simon joined s.a.s. and took one look at the pretty boy blonde with a shit past and decided to adopt his ass on the spot)

i think, at least until their dad died, simon was in the closet (as was tommy). safer that way. but simon didn't come out of the closet until he was well and clear of their hometown; and they didn't really... talk about it much? didn't need to. didn't want to. but tommy always suspected. unlike tommy though, simon never risked even looking at a guy for 'too long'. tommy though always liked to push it, so he took risks. simon always covered for him without question.

i normally dont like the idea of tommy messing w/ simon in terms of animals. but i can see him doing it out of a weird, misguided attempt to bond with him. or like, his father egging him on in the early days? maybe a little of both.

but by teen years he stopped and at one point actually actively apologized. it's the first real apology simon can remember really getting that wasn't from his mom.

tommy does love animals though, but he's managed to tone down his obsession. at least around simon, he tries to be more careful, especially when it comes to reptiles.

(another random aside but i like to think - bc things would have gone down differently - simon still goes by ghost but only does like, those half-mask designs bc privacy.)

simon hides his emotions well but tommy knows him and can see right through his ass and can tell just by how he watches the two interact, he's got such a thing for soap.

as a little brother, it's borderline gross how OBVIOUS it is. to everyone but them.

Tommy is about to take things in his own hands. he's tired of third wheeling FOR HIS BROTHER on his spec ops missions. dear god he's being paid by queen and country to do this ??? insanity

"i'm gonna tell him"

"... tell who what?"

"you know who and you know what"

"........................"

"........................ do not."

"imma do it"

"tommy, no"

"tommy, yes."

"i'm going to break your fucking face in"

"you gotta catch me first and gotta do it before i tell soap"

anyways tommy shows up to PT the next day with a black eye and simon's shoulder isn't sprained but under his shirt is the nastiest bruise ever that the 141 don't see until they hit the showers after

#they're both idiots but like lovingly #and they're figuring out how to people #i think tommy is just more naturally inclined to be social #ANYWAYS UH YEAH I HOPE YOU LIKE #IVE BEEN THINKING ABOUT THESE TWO SO MUCH THE LAST 24 HRS #*HIDES*#my hc's #codmw #simon ghost riley #tommy riley #john soap mactavish #soapghost #bruciemilf #; mine #; my meta

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m00mis · 2 years ago

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i just read your svt shoelace scenario and it's so cute! idk if you're taking requests but if you are can you please do a "svt reacting to their s/o calling them bro" scenario? if you're not feel free to ignore!

thankyou !! i am totally taking requests pls feel free to ask :)

{ also i hope i interpreted your request properly ㅠㅠ im overthinking as usual }

svt reacting to their s/o calling them bro

cheol - he would be shocked and so offended like "bro??? me?? what?? i'm not your bro what are you talking about?? tchh bro? seriously? what happened to 'babe'? 'baby'? 'cheollie'? 'the love of my life'?" goes on a whiney rant about how he is not your bro, he is your baby and won't drop it for two weeks and only responds to you with "ok bro" so you know how it feels

jeonghan - he didn't realise what you said and would reply as if nothing had happened. that is not in your usual vocabulary so it went straight through him but in the middle of the night he would wake up in a cold sweat muttering "bro.. she called me bro?" and would text you right then at 3am to never call him bro again. creepy asf.

joshua - would suddenly look up at you with those big eyes and confused smile ("huh?") which made you super embarrassed because why is he looking at you like you have committed terrible crimes and now you are running away and oh god he's chasing after you

jun - you were eating together and he would burst into laughter but when he sees you're not laughing he slowly realises that this was serious business and he just points to himself with a mouth full of food saying "me? i'm your bro?"

hoshi - oh great what have you done. now he only calls you bro. "hey my bro ! <⁠(⁠￣⁠︶⁠￣⁠)⁠>". yep. the rest of the members think you two have somehow regressed back to the friendzone with hoshi being happier than before??

wonwoo - is shocked and sweetly asks why you said bro, but you can't explain and he has the biggest grin on his face, chuckling because it was so absurd and he can't get over it. it's so funny to him that he tells all the members and he never forgets it. one of his fondest memories of you

woozi - the atmosphere is so tense after it slipped out of your mouth but suddenly he bursts out laughing and folds in half "you actually... actually just called me bro..!? i can't... can't believe it PSHAHAAA" between wheezes . funniest thing to him

dk - would hit him like a ton of bricks "is that what i am to you? a bro?" and is so upset you're basically begging on your knees for him to forgive you but he can't even hear anything you're saying because he's trying to figure out what he did wrong in your relationship for you to call him bro so nonchalantly .. heart brocken fr 💔

mingyu - you can tell it's echoing around his mind as he's off staring into space in absolute disbelief.. you start laughing at his dumbfounded expression so he starts smiling in confusion, "what? what was that? why did you say that? tell me!" and you have collapsed because his reaction is so funny. he's all whiney and rolling around on the sofa because he is so hurt

minghao - i think he would somehow turn it into a psychological thing and ask why you think of him as your brother and if you had any good brotherly figures growing up to try to figure out what is going on for you to call him bro. basically he would use it as an excuse to understand you more cuz he lovs u

seungkwan - would drop everything to judge you with that look in his eyes and the pressure would be so intense that you immediately apologise. he is never letting this go. occasionally calls you bro just to embarrass you because he loves seeing you all worked up

vernon - "sup bro". "sup" . thats it. sorry but he would be so unbothered. starts dapping you up every time he sees you followed by a lil kiss.

dino - half-jokingly goes "was that a mistake? im letting you off this time. watch your back" and does the 'i'm watching you' finger eye point thingy(?) while backing out of the room and when he's out of view he runs to the bathroom to let out his laughter because he can't believe how weirdly cute you were. talks to himself in the mirror about it.

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thegeminisage · 2 years ago

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hello Jackson the cat i hope you get a nice sunny spot!!

Celeste is very fun so far but thank fuck for the assist feature >:( i got to the hotel when i stopped playing last. the chase sequences are my enemy. only times I'm turning on invincibility. EXTREMELY delighted by the slow game speed feature and dash assist like WOW. i love games with assist features. there needs to be more. Control and Celeste are the only two coming to mind, but I've heard Hades has it as well so

my pc is fine, mildly frustrating bc i couldn't get my new mic to work with discord for a friend call 😡 i just had surgery tho so I'm trying to be gentle on myself. my sister said the nurses said as i was being wheeled out of the room i was saying "I WANT TO TALK ABOUT BLOODBORNE" so. glad to hear i was staying on brand lol

Celeste is very funny so far though. like girl. why the fuck are you climbing a mountain with no gear. GIRL WHY. WITH NO CELL PHONE EITHER??? actually I'm going to play some today i think. or maybe slime rancher.

i want to try beating bloodborne soon tho, its been a while since i played and i miss the characters. even if i want to shake some of them until their lore falls out, specifically an npc hunter named Antal who iS AN ENIGMA. WHAT IS YOUR LORE SIR. GIVE IT TO ME.

ahem. anyways. ive been wanting to get a ps5 anyways for Ratchet & Clank (hello childhood...) and for when the ps4 inevitably dies so perchance i will look into it sooner rather than later.

anywyas off to coffee and some Celeste!!

- dl anon

THE HOTEL LEVEL MY BEHATED. that's actually the level that made me put the game down initially! i had to turn assists on to beat it but i don't like how the game went "yeah but it's SUPPOSED" to be hard so i quit out of shame. i had to come back later w/o assists and i finally did it by...ignoring all the strawberries from that point onward. (weirdly, now it's one of my favorite levels - definitely some of my fav music in a soundtrack that already fucks.) even then, i just barely made it to the end of the game, and i'm still stuck on the dlc levels 😭 maybe i'll turn on assists for those...celeste is absolutely batshit but i love her. i wish i could climb a magic mountain with no cellphone and live to tell the tale!!!!!

also wait i have slime rancher on my wishlist is it good. what do you Do. is it online multiplayer bc idk if im ready for all of that. also i BOUGHT HADES i bought it for 2 reasons. 1. my brother recced 2. my favorite dragon age fanfic writer moved to writing hades fic and i wanna get in on that. i haven't started it yet though my backlog of games is sooo long rn. i finished superliminal yesterday and tried to do the lake but our power blinked and corrupted my saves and idw start over so maybe i'll just get a refund :(

i hope your surgery went well and that you are recovering and i am sooo glad you are staying on brand even while drugged. the last time i had dental surgery i apparently talked about castiel for half of the ride home. embarrassing :/

#liz answers asks #anonymous #dl anon #jackson says hello back he is laying as close as physically possible to the radiator

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plan-d-to-i · 3 years ago

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Hi plan! Good day! I just want to vent a bit bc im seeing some j//c clownery in my dash. Everytime i see anyone post some clownery about j//c, i check their blog and yep, its another c//ql only (or at least someone that watched c//ql before reading the novel ig). Just proves how much the adaption did not give the novel justice 😢.

Also funny how they think they can equate wwx torturing wen chao to j/c torturing demonic cultivators 🤡. If I'm not wrong the only ones wwx really tortured are the ones he had personal business with (ie wc, wzl, and wlj) and the rest of the soldiers he ki//lled bc they are combatants and they ARE in a war.

I also read one post that said j//c tortured demonic cultivators bc he didn't want another wwx when... he was the one... that declared wwx public enemy number one even when it's not true... 🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡

🤡 indeed. I also think it's slipping their mind that jc was only too eager to join in on the torture. In fact he had no problem getting in there and getting his hands dirty with Wang Lingjiao's corpse:

The doors to Wen Chao’s room were wide open. Only one female corpse remained in the room. The corpse wore light clothes. Half of the leg of a stool had been stuffed down her throat. She had killed herself by forcing herself to swallow the stool leg into her stomach.

Jiang Cheng turned the corpse’s twisted face over. After he had scrutinized it for a while, he gave out a cold laugh. Holding the stool leg, he shoved it into her mouth, somehow managing to stuff the half that had been outside into her body as well. (Chapter 61)

... 🌝. Also revenge in the story is not a problem when it's aimed at the people who are deserving of it. Wen Chao & co more than earned their comeuppance. WWX doesn't say: always turn the other cheek. He says: take revenge on the ones who bite you.

Wei WuXian, “Take revenge on the ones who bite you. Wen Ning’s branch doesn’t have much blood on their hands. Don’t tell me that you find them guilty by association?” (Chapter 72)

Even Xiao Xingchen speaking to Xue Yang doesn't have a problem with revenge just the scale of it and involving people outside of it:

Xiao XingChen spoke as though he couldn’t believe Xue Yang’s words, “Chang CiAn broke one of your fingers in the past. If you sought revenge, you could’ve simply broken one of his fingers as well. If you really took the matter to heart, you could’ve broken two, or even all ten! Even if you had cut off an entire arm of his, things wouldn’t have been like this. (Chapter 41)

Inventive as WWX's revenge methods may have been when he just got out of the hellish Burial Mounds WWX pointed his revenge at those who attacked LP, killed the Jiangs, killed all of WWX fellow martial brothers, destroyed jc's core, and threw him into the Burial Mounds to die. In a way that WWX was their own creation. I see nothing wrong with it. It was dark but triumphant.

On the other hand jc lays siege to a mountain where he knows first hand are "the old the weak the women and the children"... and for 13 years after is kidnapping anyone who meets his very VERY weak criteria for "possibly could maybe perhaps be WWX". He's flaying them alive not bc they're a danger to the cultivation world but because he wants to kill Wei Wuxian... again. He either hopes they'll confess to being Wei Wuxian or he's pissed off they aren't WWX and he's letting off steam... I mean he wants Jin Ling to kill MXY/WWX bc he used a PAPERMAN! As Lan Jingyi says :

Not to mention, Chief Jiang suspects everything that moves. If he tries to catch everyone, when will he ever be done? (Chapter 11)

There's a clear bloody difference there. jc's revenge against WWX was never justified but even so he already got it through THE SIEGE. The siege that he strategized and led! against WWX! The siege that he strategized and led against Wei Wuxian that resulted in the death of WWX and all the ppl under his protection! But that wasn't enough for him. No amount of revenge is enough for him bc he's filled w hate. Even WWX comments on it :

Malicious fumes filling the pit of his stomach to the point of bursting, he lifted and brandished his whip. He cracked it against the floor right beside Wei Wuxian and spoke with a voice full of loathing. “You really do take that obedient dog everywhere you go!”

“He’s been dead for a long time, and I’ve already died once. What more do you want?” Wei Wuxian replied.

Pointing his whip at him, Jiang Cheng said, “What more do I want? If he died a thousand, or ten thousand deaths, it would still hardly be enough to extinguish my hatred! Others didn’t manage to eliminate him back then—great! Today I’ll go eliminate him myself. I’ll find him and throw him into a fire right now, then scatter his ashes to the wind right in front of your face!” (Chapter 24)

So yeah, it had nothing to do with doing the right thing. jc couldn't give two fucks about his ppl bc he was too busy with his rabid vendetta.

#mdzs #answers #jiang cheng #Wei Wuxian

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yeah i agree you make a lot of good points there, although i do feel raiden did have this kind of,,,respect i guess for sam? with the whole sword thing u know. unlike the other bosses he didn't slice sam to ribbons either. but uh yeah with the eye and arm thing def a dick move sam smh. i do love mgr raiden but i feel like mgs2 raiden is under appreciated <3 hes kind of a dork

u also make good points and those are things i have been trying to figure out (namely the sword part) bc like. What in the hell and fuck would raiden respect him FOR. best i can come up with is the fact that he's 'not half bad' (heh) with the sword maybe raiden can respect the kind of dedication it would take to get to that point. idk. if you have thoughts on that hit me, it's one of my Unsolved Mysteries of Metal Gear hgdlskfd

i'm furious about the eye because COME ON SAM HE CAN'T AFFORD TO LOSE ANY MORE ORGANIC PARTS. but the arm thing was just funny tbh because raiden was so over it. the sheer annoyance in his voice is hysterical.

reaction to losing an arm the first time: agony reaction to losing an arm the second time: who needs arms when you have teeth reaction to losing an arm the third time: can we get some variety in here

and yessssss thank youuuuuuuuu revengeance is cool and epic but it's only a third of the process! so when people only ever seem to talk about that im like ._. cant tell if they actually appreciate raiden as a character or if they're like my brother who just thinks raiden is the best character because he's 'edgy' or whatever. [bonks him with a squeaky hammer] APPRECIATE! [bonk] THE! [bonk] NUANCES! [bonk] AND! [bonk] THEMES! [bonk]

so yeah mgs2 raiden in particular definitely does not get enough love, your honor that is my boy right there and i will care for him always. I love all raidens but mgs2 raiden holds a special place in my heart by virtue of everyone seems to like raiden better after he becomes a cyborg and like... for some reason it really gets to me. possibly because becoming a cyborg was a horrifically dehumanizing and traumatizing experience for him and it feels weird to know that some people think that is what made him likeable. am i taking this too seriously? mayhaps. idk appreciate the nuances and themes

#ask #raiden #this feels totally incoherent #sure hope it isn't

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byfulcrums · 11 months ago

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ARHGEJDHF THAT ART???? YOUR ART IS SO GOOD ASJAAAA

"Yelling at each other to shrink. Threatening to collapse the other’s spine" the fact that i can relate to this... as an older sibling whose little brother is growing taller than her, this is something i do with him. you nailed the sibling vibes w that one

"he “wins” in making Mark embrace his more Viltramite half. Mark socks him in the throat instead." SHFASDGHFEJHDG THAT'S SO FUNNY, "mark socks him in the throat instead" I AM LAUGHING OUT LOUD

also wasp biting mark in retaliation for not letting him do what he wants... THAT IS ALSO A SIBLING THING

i cannot count the amount of times my siblings have bitten me or licked my arm/hand

once mark manages to get wasp to stop actually trying to kill him instead of just threatening to do it ("i'm going to kill you" is smth i tell my friends regularly. theyre rude af so even if i am trying to b nice theyll jst answer w "nobody loves u", which. ouch. but also i did made them grab 20 cards at UNO so its fair) ppl start to believe the whole twin thing better

fist appearances: only children are worried. ppl w siblings aren't

second meeting: everyone is half worried and half scared (wasp is attempting murder again, mark can't keep him contained that long)

"He forgets the cameras and just CHOMPS" ppl reacting to them being Like That has got to be my fav thing to write about this au

...i have a fic idea. i have many but i might actually write this one after i'm done w the one im writing rn

it'a basically a social media fic, everyone (and i mean EVERYONE) reacting to those two

twitter would go wild w them

dinosaur

ngl this is funnier after reading the comics

rip dinosaurus or wtv your name is you would've loved this au

rip mark u would've loved to see a dinosaur punching wasp

also the idea of them having little inside jokes. htey dontt even WANT to haev them but smth jus, happens and its so funny adn now everytime they're reminded of it they laugh

or sometimes just one of them laughs and the other is like "god i hate you"

bc whatever happened made them look like an idiot

JUST IMAGINE,,,, THE INSIDE JOKES......

"-that hideous sense of Doing Right Thing." its like i said.... being nice is his worst nightmare

when we said he would have to be dragged kicking and screaming into redemption We Were Not Kidding

he starts his redemption arc and immediatly gets hit by.... oh my god, feelings?!?!?!

mark "hey being nice isn't all that bad actually" grayson VS mark "everything i have ever known is violence. my happiest memories are full of blood. when i think of my childhood, i only see red, and the one thing i remember is how much i liked it. dad helped me turn into this, but in the end, i did it myself. if he saw me now, he would be disappointed. would he try to kill me, too, if he learned what i am? what i might become?" grayson VS mark "sometimes i do want to punch ppl ngl" grayson VS mark "the last thing my dad taught me was how to be ruthless, how to stop holding back. the first, was how to be kind. i remember playing baseball with him. i remember sparring, and then fighting. he has seen what i am, and he killed me for it. he's seen what i am to become, and he left so he wouldn't have to face the consequences of what he's done. if he found me again, now, would he react the same? will he beat oliver half to death, like how he did with me?" grayson, FIGHT!!!!!!

actually mark being half like "i am kinda jealous that the only father this kid has ever known has been nothing but kind to him" is an idea i love

why was it him?

the worst (or best? he's holding onto his humanity so tightly, after all, and isn't loving the most human thing of all?) part is that he can't help but be glad that oliver won't have to go through the same pain he did

"this is me at my weakest" THISSS, GODDAMNIT.... THIS!!!!!!! THEY FIND EACH OTHER AND CAN ONLY SEE THE WORST VERSION OF THEMSELVES, I REPEAT, THEY FIND EACH OTHER AND CAN ONLY SEE THE WORST VERSION OF THEMSELVES!!!!!!!!!!

"? Bro is operating on hard mode," nah but fr

the reason the evil invincibles seem so fucking op compared to our mark is because they dont hold back

mark cherishes life. taking it away from someone, anyone, is wrong. it feels disgusting, it makes him feel dirty. the rest do not have that weakness

that's why they kick ass! that is also why they will always be alone

“how could you ever make me want to hate him?” Vs Mark “How could you do anything but?" OUGGGHHH FUCK. OHH THIS ONE HURT, DAMMIT

nolan getting wasp ice cream after his first kill tho. it's sweet but also so fucked up. anyway its nice to know he still loves his murderous son

nolan: i love my kind son also nolan: i love my asshole son

"they float against the ceiling like a balloon." i need a drawing of this. and a fic. i cant draw or write but ill do my best i just need to see this

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA YOUR ART,,,,,, I LOVE YOUR ART SO MUCHHHHH IA LREAY SAID THIS BUT ITS TRUE

@thebrainrotsreal HEY SORRY FOR TAGGING(? PINGING(? U, ITS ABOUT THE AU. I DIDN'T WANT TO MAKE THE OTHER POST THAT LONG LMAO

FLYING BEING NATURAL TO VILTRUMITES MY BELOVED

ASJDAJSD MARK TRYING TO GET AWAY W SLIGHTLY HOVERING(? IN A WAY THAT IS BARELY NOTICEABLE TO ANYONE BUT HE CAN'T DO IT WHILE HE WALKS BC HE JUST, DEFAULTS TO ACTUAL FLYING

mark and wasp are the same height, and they hate it almost as much as they hate each other. even if wasp is older than mark (read somewhere he could be 20, not sure tho), he'd still look 17 bc of the weird viltrumite aging thing

so basically they'll stay the same size for about 500 years. this is what nolan meant when he said mark would suffer...

ANYWAY. That thing abt them wanting to be taller than the other made me laugh and reminded me of a shadowpeach hc i posted on 2022(? LMAO

gonna use the same hc w them too

so. they're out as invincible (they still haven't decided on a name yet. wasp says he's stronger and therefore should be called invincible, but mark points out that he's the one in charge and also that this dimension is his. mark gets to keep it. they're still arguing about what to name wasp) ("why don't you just go by "vincible"?" "no.")

mark is talking to some gda agent or a cop or smth, when he notices that wasp (who is looking at the sky w the most bored expression he can muster, bc he genuinely doesn't understand why they have to talk to such inferior beings) seems to be just, a few milimeters taller than him (he may be shit at schoolwork, but if you hate someone enough you can notice the smallest details about them)

he, w/o stopping the conversation, answers to this by floating just a little higher, barely noticeable to the human eye

ofc, i said "human" eye

wasp notices. he flies higher

mark flies higher too

eventually he's screaming instead of talking bc of how far down the cop is

wasp laughs. now mark is screaming at him

they fight

ALSO WASP REFUSING TO STOP FLOATING AS A CIVILLAIN IS SO FUNNY AJDSHFASJ, IMAGINE THE AMOUNT OF TROUBLE HE'LL GET MARK INTO

PLS. THEM TRYING TO GNAW THEIR ARMS OFF BC THEY HATE BEING NEAR EACH OTHER SM ASJFHADJFH

most normal ppl r used to mark working alone as invincible. so since wasp really doesn't do interviews and he's usually too fast to see when he fights, no one really knows what his name even is

and everyone is used to invincible being. well. invincible. sure, the news say that when he's around this guy he gets a little meaner, but it can't be that bad!

it is that bad

wasp says smth mean n sarcastic. everyone expects invincible to answer w something equally sarcastic, but not as mean (maybe making fun of how his suit looks). they do not expect invincible to just fucking bite him after 8 of those comments

wasp keeps trying to kill This One Kid, who is either super brave or super stupid and won't stop asking him questions (they go from "what's your name?" to "what underwear do you have? do you even need underwear?" in a matter of seconds) for his weird school diary thingy

he can't get close, bc mark starts pulling the other way. besides, they're stuck together, and killing people would seem awfully annoying if it's with this guy

they can't punch each other, so wasp bites him. they bite each other a lot bc of the "no punching (or kicking)" thing

"Wasp throws a car at Mark which Mark instinctively swats away and then goes flying after it to prevent it from slamming into a building. Wasp cackles so hard it gets hit by a laser beam to the throat by some other bad guy." ASJDSAJDHDSJFAH YES THAT'S SO FUNNY

they mess w each other sm

it's funny bc they do the same things to annoy each other (wasp throwing a car at mark, mark hitting him with a tree, etc) , but lose their shit when the other does it to them

they're basically this:

mark, sleep deprived, flies straight into a lamp post

wasp laughs at him. he actually laughs so hard he runs into the same lamp post

there are a lot of compilations on youtube that is just them laughing at each other mid fight and running into things or being hit w stuff the other throws at them

they grow more wild every time

it goes from throwing cars, to throwing real life dinosaurs (mark doesn't want to talk about it) (wasp absolutely does)

"Cecil remarks Mark handled something well and he looks like Cecil just told him his entire family got slaughtered."

THISSS

"you did well today. hella efficient, quick and straight to the point. who taught you that?"

mark: D:

and also,

"oh, wow. you saved an entire family and their cat from a villain that wanted to turn them into zombies while mark was off fighting the bad guys? that's great!"

and wasp. cries

"oh no, no, you think I'm gonna help you?" THIS TISHTISHTSIHIST

this really feels like smth he'd say in canon. he'd say it w a smile, half-shocked half just pretending out of amusement

he'd laugh too

it's the same type of cocky tone of voice sinister mark/wasp used when teasing angstrom

"I gotta imagine if they tackle things separately, they are also allowing each other to do they want and like to do?" YEAH!!

it's hard 'cause wasp always wants to take the bad guys on alone, but mark also likes to fight (just not w the same brutality) and he doesn't want to be just a lifeguard

it takes wasp a while (a LONG while) to stop tackling mark when he's about to attack to get to the enemy himself, or to kick mark into the next country, etc etc etc

but eventually they settle on mark getting everyone to safety while wasp stalls the bad guy. then, after he's sure no one's here anymore, they both fight the villain together

or uh. they try. sometimes they'll start fighting each other too so it's less of a 1 v 2 fight and more of a... 1v1 V another 1 fight lol

"Mark's own reaction that truly confirms it to be true"

he gets the episode 8 levels of anger and anguish

HE'S JUST SO MAD

wasp is talking shit on tv and he just loses it

he immediatly flies off and tackles wasp into fucking space

i mean, they do say that actions say more than words, right?

mark is usually making the typical superhero noises when he's fighting, but now? he's just focusing all of his anger into This One Motherfucker

wasp loves it

it's a "see? i knew you had it in you!" type of moment

he's been longing for a real fight for a WHILE

they don't kill each other but it comes close

see, the things is. they are the same person. it's easy to start viewing them as two separate beings, but they're really. not

they're evenly matched in everything

this is why wasp likes fighting mark

this is why mark doesn't like fighting wasp (never ending battles are boring to him) ( he likes to win more than to fight. i mean it's not like he enjoys getting beat up)

we could dive deeper and start talking about the self-destructive tendency these two have to getting beat up. i mean, wasp's idea of a real, actually enjoyable fight is when the other is either able to beat him, or when he can kill ppl. and mark spends sm time out as invincible, neglecting his social life and mental health to the point he quits college, and he gets beat up a lot while doing it. so yeah--

self-destructive tendencies

"-having to confront he sees the exact thing in Wasp to a slightly different degree" i will ALWAYS love making them deal with the constant reminders that they're the same person

they deal w stuff in similar ways but to different degrees and realizing that gives them psychic damage like that magic squirrel in mca so they just preted they don't exist

unless it's to like. bring the other to their side

"you like fighting too. violence is in you, it's part of you. you're always covered in blood. all that's left, would be your hands" VS "you're me, and i'm you. we have similar thoughts, and that means i- y'know. but it means you are, too. you have a chance. and get that blood off you-- you need a shower"

COMICS!! AND!! WASP!!

yeah

HIM HAVING TO CONFRONT THE FACT THAT THE DESTROYING OF HIS WORLD HURT HIM TOO

because it is, in a way, his world too

he grew up in it. raised differently, yes, but still on earth

he was always different from the rest, getting his powers at an early age and all, but it's still the place he grew up in

not all the memories from it can be bad, right?

ANDDDDD... wasp reminding ppl of how strong he is regularly

"i could pull out your spine in a second." he says that out of nowhere, in a conversation that would've seemed normal to literally anyone else. he says it like it's nothing much. "i could kill you." you know he could, but you still wonder

would he? with how he is, with his inability to escape --- would he?

also he has fun when he watches the color drain from their faces

"Rudy has psychological profiles on all his friends he regularly updates like a diary, and he has one for himself too." NO BUT THIS IS SO IN CHARACTER FOR HIM

wasp talks shit about mark to anyone avaliable and rudy is no exception. even tho he finds him deeply annoying

honestly wasp is capable of doing p much anything to mess with mark

HE JST WOULD

the self-hatred is strong with this one too master!!! (sw ref again lol)

ASDJASJDSJAD THE BETTING POOL

wasp saying mark breathes annoyingly is such a sibling thing tho. "why are you chewing like that" "stop biting your stupid fork" "the way you cut your food is so weird" "your handwriting sucks, don't hold the pencil like that" etc etc etc

ANDD "he knew what wasp was going to say" DUDE YES??

he's talking and he gets. a feeling. and he turns to wasp, who is opening his mouth, and says "don't you fucking dare"

same w wasp. mark is annoying little shit too sometimes, he's also a teenager. so he infuriates wasp too

mark calls him a hypocrite

THE TWIN TERRORS OF HEROISM I CAN'T

imagine if ppl actually start calling them that tho

one day wasp calls mark to their? his? room and is like, "holy shit look at this" and shows him their? his computer

mark doesn't understand, until he sees the title and image of the video

"the twin terrors of heroism, terrorizing the terrorists once again" and its a picture of them kicking ass

"twin terrors of-- oh, come on, really?" "yes" "they couldnt have at least called us the invincibles or something?" "that'd be even worse" "...alright, i'll give you that" "..." "...." "they think we're like the fucking mauler twins" "oh you have got to be--"

ALSO this is so funny, them being like "mark/wasp" when they show up hurt or smth. everyone just learning to accept it. i mean what are they going to do. fight against two gods??

AND YES YES YES DO TAG ME IN IT!!!! if i make anything about this au (posts, fics, drawings, u name it) i will tag u too

alcohol doesn't really affect viltrumites i think, but there has got to be something that gets them drunk

nolan could've taught wasp how to make it. if the ingredients are on earth, then he would maybe try to prepare it on mark's earth. mark shows up and sees that he's drunk. he goes "nope" and gets drunk too, maybe on accident maybe not. debbie shows up and sees her two superpowered sons sobbing over a bowl of popcorn

alternate version: gasoline gets them drunk

#get redeemed loser au #invincible #mark grayson #avis' post (and reblog)#i still dont have a tag for that

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musedblues · 4 years ago

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A Taste Of Honey (Part 2)

summary: A 1920's Deacy au! In which the reader, who comes from a family heavily involved in the American temperance movement, meets John, a bootlegger from overseas.

a/n: Well here it is. I'm fully aware interest may be completely lost in this fic but I'm very proud to have finished it. Im not sure where my writing journey will go from here. All I know is that this has been a very long time comin'... enjoy if you dare!

part 1 - 2

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"If anything happens, Deacy, I'll have your head!"

Ivan shook his fist from the front porch, illuminated by the light flooding from the opened front door.

"I'll be fine!" You dismissed, skipping toward the car, still getting used to the sway of the heavy golden dress you borrowed from Alice.

"I'm talking about my car!" Ivan shouted, correcting you. John let out a laugh at the remark, and gave your brother a nod, while he opened the passenger door, nudging you toward it.

Your brother and his wife had loaned the essentials to send you and John away for the party a man you never met was throwing. It was a small thrill, the prospect of such fun to be had, in comparison to the sickening exhilaration that coursed through you at the thought of spending any kind of evening at John's side. And the fact he'd asked you to.

The ride was quiet and short, but dragged on with each new glance you dared to steal at the man driving. Both of John's hands relaxed on the wheel. A hint of that deadly smile on his lips.

By the time you got to where you were going, you'd been so preoccupied with thoughts of the man by your side, that you'd nearly forgotten your plans for the evening.

If you had any expectations, they were blown clear away. Before you was an estate made up of too many windows to count, draped in vines and hanging lights.

Even the crunch of the gravel that decorated the winding path you entered into sounded oddly elegant.

Inside was a fever dream of all the things you'd imagined on your short journey into the threshold. Across a giant winding staircase and below the shimmering chandelier were people from all walks of life, crammed together to have one grand time. Different music came from different corners and wild laughter filled the gaps, if there were any.

And before you, John led the way. You couldn't recall the moment your hand found the bend of his arm, or if he cared that you'd reached out to him as he weaved through the crowd. But the grin on his face when he turned back to catch your eye had to be a good sign; despite the way your heart nearly burst at his look.

John led you past hoards of people and trays of half full glasses. There was only one way to go, further inside the home, but John seemed to move as if he had an idea of where he was headed. Sure enough when the pair of you met the landing of the staircase, the host of the party was there to greet you.

The host's initial booming hello was focused mostly on John. And without more than a glance your way, the party thrower shuffled John away from your side, insistent on sharing a chat with him on the top landing of the stairs.

You were left to linger, stalling at the base of the stairs and studying the crowd around you. Girls in beaded skirts and men with slicked back hair passed you by flashing well meaning but entirely distracted smiles.

You'd felt mesmerized enough by the scene to slowly start to drift into it yourself. Reaching to brush your finger across meticulously carved bookcases and daring to take a glass from the extended hand of the first person to smile directly at you.

You reached for the stem of the blue stained flute, and managed to make your talk small enough for the interested lad to wander far off. But offers kept coming. Glasses of this and that shoved in your face. You accepted the offers more out of respectful politeness than any eagerness to lose your wits.

By the time you lost track of everyone's kind gestures, and a man was leading you closer to a table decorated with cards and chips, another hand intervened.

John was back, letting his fingers curl around your shoulder and nudging you in another direction of his choosing. Thrilling as it was for you, to have been handled just so by him, you were a little taken aback.

Funny how after the sips of this and that, you felt steady as ever. But one look from John and your knees threatened to give out and all your cares too.

In the middle of the packed house, with John looking at you that way, you felt like the only person alive. And somehow this all added up to equal your new found courage to speak a little bolder than usual.

"Are you on strict orders from Ivan to steer me clear of any strange attention or do you maybe fancy me a little, John?" You dared wonder. You almost didn't care of the answer. So long as he kept guiding you through this evening with a strong steady hand.

"Both." John seemed to decide, continuing to guide you along. The pair of you had reached the patio doors by now, and the cool night breeze rushed through in perfect time to ease the heat that had rushed to your cheeks at John's response.

"Let's go see the gardens!" You decided at first glance of the sprawling greenery that surrounded the estate.

John let you tug him along, darting between couples and groups who'd come to ruin the fresh air with all their smoke.

He followed along, a very good sport, smiling as you pointed out flowers and trees you didn't realize could bloom in this part of the country. As you turned from marveling over a certain rose's colour, John seemed almost enraptured. Maybe not by your subject but certainly by some part of you. His gaze was fixed, and he seemed to bite back a wider grin. And your already lightened spirits seemed all the more weightless as your eye's met his.

"If you keep looking at me like that, John, I'm going to have to kiss you." You let a small laugh escape, as the foreigners' expressions remained steadfast.

He'd kissed you only the night before, on your brother's staircase. It was the only reason you felt free of regret enough to lean in and brush your lips against his again. John reciprocated fondly, letting one of his hands creep around the bend of your waist. You never realized it was possible to feel so happy.

"Did you do that because you've been drinking? Or do you perhaps fancy me a little?" John mocked your earlier statement, when the kiss died and your eyes locked.

"Both." You smiled, charmed enough to try it a second time. But this kiss was broken much sooner than you reckoned any kiss ought to be.

"You know I'll be leaving soon. Just a week's more time." John killed the mood with a few words. You glanced to your feet and muttered understanding, noticing his hand still clutched your waist.

"I just don't want to see you disappointed." John spoke up after a beat of heavy silence, and the words seemed hard for him to piece together, but he spoke them all the while.

"Then don't disappoint me." You shrugged, glancing back up to the perfectly handsome man, who's smile seemed sad now.

"Come on, then." John said, moving his hand to find your own. "Not even I get to enjoy parties like this too often."

And you let him guide you back inside. You let the sun set on all the pretty flowers. And you let yourself feel grateful for the rest of the evening at John's side.

///

He rode the train home with you the next day, sitting across the bench from you, and not saying very much.

You felt the need to chatter at the pass of every few minutes. You got John to ramble a little about the other places he was due to visit in the states. The guy only one more stop at some.fancy hotel after your town, in the big city, next week. Then he'd head home.

After explaining as much, the man went quiet again. But you couldn't let the silence last. It was as if you didn't work to hold his attention, it would be lost the next time you looked up. Maybe that wasn't true. But you couldn't risk letting John slip away so easily. Not when your heart practically lept from your chest each time his eyes met yours. If it wasn't meant to be, then so be it. But you were going to fight for the chance that you had, while it was still within reach.

So when the train pulled into your neighborhood, and John stepped onto the platform, you stopped him waving goodbye.

"Will you be back? To our shop, I mean?"

John took a step closer toward you with a very serious expression that softened just before he spoke.

"I wouldn't dare leave before telling you goodbye." He promised, in a low, sweet manner.

John pressed his lips to your temple for one brief heavenly moment. And then he turned away to hail a cab.

At least now, in your terrible mix of emotions, something very bright and warm burned within you. And you got to believe, for a moment, that the same reigned true for John.

///

But all was not well at home. How could it ever be?

Your mother was horrified that you'd up and left for the night without so much as a word about it to her, and to your brother's home no less.

Her disdain for her first born left you sick to your stomach more and more each day.

But this was nothing new. You knew to give the woman a showy apology and to stay silent as she confined you to the kitchen table as she lectured about morality. Tomorrow things would be back to her regular sort of unhappiness.

What really stopped you cold in your tracks that night, though, was the sight of your father stood in the doorway of your room with his arms crossed.

To bring a frown to his face was your greatest fear. For he'd loved you and shown it. And you dreamed of doing good by him every chance you got. As you stalled in the hall and waited for him to speak his mind, you hoped this would only be a reprimand for causing your mother unnecessary grief, for her madness made you all ten fold more miserable.

"I know you've been with your brother..." Your father nodded with understanding, not looking right at you as he spoke calmly. "But that also means you've been with John. And I don't like that."

Oh. Ivan had warned you this might be your fathers mood. But you'd ignored his warning in hopes it wouldn't have been true.

"You know John!" You countered, "You work with him! You're telling me you get to work with a man you don't like but I can't see him?"

"He's a fine man. But all wrong for you."

"You're supposed to be the one who lets me find these things out on my own." You reminded. Your mother did plenty of directing you from day to day. Your father knew of what you spoke and nodded reluctantly, uncrossing his arms and looking you square in the eye.

"Well not this time. Stay away from John, you hear me? He'll be gone before you know it anyhow."

Your father rested a hand on your shoulder, giving you a reassuring squeeze as if to ease the blow of his demands. But as he walked back down the hall, the uncertainty that had stormed within you since John left you at the train station, raged wilder than before.

What a jam...

///

There was nothing stopping you from returning back to the depths of the coffee shop, the next time Ivan started up his business.

Your mother was sound asleep, and your father was already there, serving the last of the coffee up top. Once you arrived you knew he'd be cross but unable to march you away.

So you slipped on your finest dress and twirled down the rickety staircase that led to the party your brother charged for.

There were already a good deal of friends jam packed into the small basement; dancing to swells coming from the gramophone and lining up to grab a glass from Ivan's makeshift bar. Your brother flashed a grin when he saw you sauntering in, but his smile turned somewhat more into a worried grimace when he saw you march up the man near the end of those overturned book shelves.

So was everyone concerned over your connection with John? Even the man who'd held your interest sort of frowned at the sight of you demanding his attention.

John had his fingers curled around a glass. You took it from his grasp and the action made the bootlegger grin oh so slightly. But his frown returned after you slammed back the swallow of liquor in his glass- unsure yourself by what had come over you.

"Hey, come on, don't be that girl." Ivan called to you from behind the bar. You couldn't be sure if he was commenting on the way you'd claimed Deacy's drink for your own, or on the way you seemed too eager to get the stuff in your system.

Before you could snap back at your brother's comment, though, John spoke up.

"Don't worry about it," He insisted in the charming draw of his. "Just pour me another." And as the man who you adored stepped past you to hold your brothers attention, John sort of let his hand brush across your waist. And he left his fingers to linger along your sides as Ivan, disgruntled, poured another for John.

"Is that all you cut in line for?" Ivan sighed, nodding toward the few people, impatiently waiting to fill their glasses, stood in a row behind John.

And you hadn't really considered this before your brothers prompting. But at his asking, you were moved to pull out a twenty dollar bill from your coin purse, and demand he give you your money's worth.

Ivan was reluctant, going on for a bit how once your father spotted you here, like this, that he'd surely be disappointed. And you didn't want that, did you? But little did Ivan know, you'd already disappointed your father. And you were determined to get something you wanted tonight, one way or another.

So with a sigh, Ivan poured you a tall drink and informed you were good to come back for a few more, to match your payment.

So began your evening of ignoring John's worried remarks about slowing down. And as you kept the drinks coming you weren't even sure why. Perhaps it was to test your very own limits. To somehow prove you were more in control of your path than all the others who seemed to have something to say about the direction of your life.

And damn John, for the way he kept his eyes locked on yours between the distance he silently kept insisting upon. And damn him for helping you find your balance, despite the steps he kept taking away from you. For letting his hands stay secure around your waist, long after you'd straightened up from stumbling.

And damn your father. He had to have been behind John's change in attitude. From the moment you'd met, John had been a flirt. And steadily, his quips kept getting bolder, until the last party you attended. Ivan's rambling about your fathers dislike of your fondness of John had to be what caused him to step back.

And damn your father, for finding you all dizzy in John's well meaning clutch, now. Your dad pointed to the door and demanded you find your way out of this scene.

"I know you're not taking her back to your hole in the wall you've been staying at, in the state she's in." You father grumbled in a low curse, his eyes searing into John's. You tightened your hold on the fellow, shooting your father a glare all the same. He couldn't tell you where to go or with who.

"Take her upstairs if ya like. But don't step foot past the alley. I'll be up in a minute."

After a shared look, John moved, pulling you alongside him. You moved, happily leaning into him, disgruntled by the course of the evening all the while. Even Ivan seemed to shoot you a sorry grin when he noticed you being marched away, from across the room.

The alley was a little cold. But John's figure was warm. And as you followed his lead pausing just beyond the backdoor, you could feel this chance waiting to slip away.

"You like me, don't you?" You wondered, turning to face the man you'd been so taken with since the moment he showed up at your door.

"Of course." John nodded, and answered so softly and with such care truly felt as though it were melting.

"Then kiss me, John."

"You're drunk."

"But we may never get the chance again. One or both of us are about to be beheaded. Either way, that'll make kissing hard to do from now on." You implored, letting your head fall to rest precariously on his shoulder as you finished your plea. You heard John let out a somber little chuckle as he dared to tighten his arm around you.

And then you heard a shuffle beyond the backdoor, and let out a sigh at the timing of your father coming to ruin everything.

But instead, the door bursts open to reveal Rita in a fluster. Her usually perfect makeup streaking down her cheeks. At the sight of the girl you'd always admired, a pang shot through your chest. But not immediately for her upset, whatever it was, but because you realized you'd failed to see your friend here all night, until now.

Before you could apologize, or ask what the matter was, Rita sucked in a breath and let out a string of words for you.

"He was a snitch. He-he told my parents everything." She stammered, wild eye'd.

"Who?" You begged to know, having turned away from John, but not having totally turned your attention away from his hand still rested on the small of your back.

"The pastor's son. Cole. He- he said he was alright with this whole thing. But he... He told your mother. She's on her way here, she's-"

Sound of a car roared closer, and the engine died away, drowning out the last of Rita's warning. For a second, you thought of making a break for it. But then the click of heels on the pavement seemed to count down your fate.

And then she stood there before you. Your mother, dressed to the nines, complete with her usual scowl.

You couldn't let go of John. Your nails seemed to dig into his side on their own accord. The pair of you stared ahead to the woman who gave you life, and kept you from living it all the same. She stood and stared too, almost like she was giving you a chance. And that was the scariest bit of it all.

As time seemed to pause, John let your name escape him in a nervous breath, like a warning. Trying to alert you that your hanging off him wouldn't help. But there was no way you were gonna let him go now.

It was then your mother decidedly sauntered up to the two of you, letting her eyes search your from the top of your head to the tips of your toes and back up again.

When she let out a scof, you realized you'd been holding your own breath. And when you opened your mouth, willing oxygen in, or words of mitigation out, your mother decided what was next.

Before you could blink, one of her strong hands was digging into your arm, and she was tearing you away from John's gentle hold.

And despite his caution earlier, you could feel John's hand still trying to keep hold of you, as you were yanked away. The sensation of being taken from the man's clutch was horrid, but what was more painful was the feeling of his fingers trying and failing to keep hold.

So when your mother tossed you aside, toward the brick of the coffee house wall, you were hardly affected; not like you'd only just been.

And when you looked up, after steadying yourself and dusting your stone imprinted hands of dust, John was stepping closer toward your mother. He shouted something at her, about how she didn't have the right to treat you just so. But before he could finish defending you, he was shut down.

Your mothers hand flew across his cheek, and the sound of the slap and John's shocked hiss echoed through the alley and caused something vile to rise in your gut.

You pushed yourself from the wall then, indifferent to the dizziness you felt, desperate to reach out to the man you'd been so fond of; calling his name.

But your mother was there, more sober and more angry. And she halted your mission to make it to your man, digging her nails into your sides and forcing you in the other direction.

"John I'm sorry, John..." You called past the lump in your throat. That was when Ivan came upon the scene. He darted from the doorway and did his damnedest to block your mothers storming off.

"You're a monster. Let her go!" Your brother fummed, as your mother managed to storm around her first born, pushing you along.

"I'm her mother. And I'll do as I see fit to keep my child out of harm's way." Your mother stated, almost calmly.

"You're no mother. You're a walking nightmare. She's not your plaything-"

"Word's won't fix this, Ivan." You said, reminding him that his defying of the woman only ever made her ten times more evil.

"I'll pray for your children, son." Your mother nodded, opening the passenger door of her car, and flinging you toward the bench. "They're going to need it."

You didn't look to Ivan, as your mother drove off. You didn't dare look to John. You only hung your head and cried silent tears while your mother peeled down the road. And the whole way home, she spat vile things about you and Ivan. Her own children. About your father, her beloved husband. And aout John, a man who, since his arrival, had only tried to help out.

You let your tears dry when the car pulled up to the house you'd never really felt at home in. And went willingly from the ride to the door, knowing you would get very far in the countryside if you dashed away now. You'd need a wiser plan. Still, your mother dug her claws into your arm and marched you up the staircase to your room, like you were a girl no oler to know better.

"Stay here." She demanded after pushing your further into your bedroom, her fist around the doorknob, establishing total control.

You expected to be banished here. What you didn't expect, however, was the return of your mother with boards to nail against your windows. You might've laughed if you weren't the one being all locked up. Wasn't this sort of thing only supposed to happen in twisted fairy tales? You're life was twisted enough, you supposed.

She left you there, trapped in the space that was meant to be your own, meant to be safe. As you sulked in silence, the memory of your mothers assault on John haunted you. The horrid sound her action resulted in. His gut wrenching reaction, the small hiss, his stalling in the place she put him in.

And the way he watched you being dragged off, helpless and sorry for you. It was pathetic, the situation you found yourself in. So you let your tears bubble up again and you cried and cried; until exhaustion set in. Tomorrow was a new day....

///

There was a pounding at your door, loud enough to jolt you from slumber.

"Open up!" The sound of your father calling from beyond the hall stirred you fully conscious. In one swift dash you were stood before your door, jiggling the handle, feeling silly for hoping that would work.

"She's locked it." You groaned. "Do you have a key?" Your wonder was nearly frantic, and so were you- trying still to twist the knob. At the sound of your fathers grumbled cursing, you began to bustle about for some hair pins, but quickly realized you wouldn'tve had a clue to how to finess the tools into working like another.

Then you heard your mother. She shouted down the hall, telling your father to get out of her sight, to leave you be. Shouting that you were better off confined. That you'd be locked away until she found the right reformatory to ship you off to. You knew she meant it. You knew she'd send you away without a care of your consent.

"She's not a child anymore. You can't just treat her like a bad pet who needs training."

"I'm her mother. And I'll be damned if I don't do what's best for my child. I failed the first time. God knows you never cared about either of them like I care." Your mother spat, breaking your heart and your fathers too no doubt.

Their bickering lasted a while longer, and you spun away from listening in to force yourself to think. There had to be a way out of here, out of this life. There had to be a way to a better world.

And the best you could do was wait. Until dinner. Wait until your mother brought you a tray of soup and bread, trading a few put downs before she twirled from your room. And then you checked the time, and counted down the hours to her always predictable nightly routine.

And you waited still, until your bedside clock ticked well passed after midnight.

And then you used a lamp to pry the nails away from windows. You could tell her bedroom light was out by leaning against the sill.

With no time to spare, you tossed a change of clothes in your purse, and the envelope stashed with tips you'd been saving for over a year.

It wasn't a very long way down. With the help of a lattice panel and the dark of night, you found grassy freedom in no time. Your heart beat heavy as you crept toward the road. It wouldn't be safe, not until the city lights were in view. But your shoes were flat and your hopes were high.

Miraculously, no one stopped you. Not the truck who zoomed by somewhere still deep along the dark country road. Not the school kids on the edge of town, tossing bottles off the bridge. And not the sleepy clerk at the desk of the hotel you raced into.

"Be here, be here, be here..." You prayed under your breath, hurrying to the room you remembered John booking. And right as you rounded the hall, the door of the room you'd been in search of opened.

But the squeak of wheels gave away the presence of a maid, pushing her cart of cleaning supplies out into the hall.

"He's gone?" You sighed, stopping at the end of the hall, your feet aching after moving so ceaselessly through the night.

"Whoever was here left a while ago." The maid stopped for a moment, looking to you with a sorry expression. "Around dinner time."

"Right. Is there a phone at the desk?"

The maid nodded and wished you luck, and you thanked her for it. You'd need as much as you could get.

The clerk who was still kicked back, sleeping, startled at your ringing the bell on the desk. And though they didn't seem pleased at your begging to use the phone, they let you.

It only rang twice.

"Hello?" Your fathers voice was a pleasant surprise. Of course he'd gone to stay with Ivan, in the midst of all this chaos.

"Dad, Im-"

"Where are you? Does she know you've gone? I'll come fetch you."

"No." You implored, holding up a hand as if he could have seen your insistence. "No I've phoned to let you know I'm taking the train to the city. I've got to find John before he leaves. And I'm sure of where he is. I've got to try."

John had told you where he was headed next, on your last train ride together. And you'd felt silly for keeping the details at the front of your memory... until now.

The other line went quiet for a beat. And you'd fully prepared yourself for your fathers disapproval. But then he just said,

"Okay." Your father seemed to realize the weight of your feelings, you thought, by his tone of voice. "I knew you'd get out of there, eventually." And once more, you could tell by his tone he wasn't just referring to the room you'd been locked in for the last couple nights. "Phone us again, when you're safe and sound. I know you will be."

At his blessing, tears sprung in your eyes. You were going to go no matter what. But to have your father on your side made you even more determined to fly out of this hotel, and to the next one you knew John was meant to be staying at.

///

Booking a train ticket was nearly impossible. And if you had spent much longer pleading with the station, you would have missed the bus pulling up down the block, offering rides in the right direction.

The couple hour journey was maddening, and thrilling, and terrifying all at once. You were on your way to change your life. No matter what John said, or how he greeted you; no matter if he fell into your embrace or left you in the hotel lobby, you'd never go back the way you'd come from.

And luckily, you managed to find the hotel John had briefly spoken of, without much trouble. It was the grandest of the business booming on this side of the city. Folks flooded in and out of the revolving doors, as you considered the past set of days that had led you to standing before here with such an erratic heartbeat.

But you only stayed paused for a moment. Your feet were darting inside before your mind caught up with how close you were to the mission at hand.

The lobby was just as full of people as the revolving doors had been, lines forming near the desk, groups fighting to fit their luggage into golden elevators.

And though you hated to be the person you'd decided to be, you dashed to the end of the front desk, hoping the clerk would spare you a minute at most.

"I just need to know if someone's booked a room." You begged to know, shooting sorry looks to the people you'd cut in front of. The clerk seemed to have no patients for you, but miraculously, another set of hands swooped in to help. Some nice older woman flipped through the bookings to find John's name, after you gave it, and came up short.

"What about Deacy?" You hoped all of a sudden, quickly beginning to lose your ambition the longer she shook her head.

You'd done what you could, rudely so. And scurried away so your unwelcome presence would no longer be in the way of things.

And as you sauntered away, giving one last pathetic glance about the crowded lobby, you reminded yourself that it was all alright. You might not have found John. But you were finally free.

And then you pushed through the revolving door. And past your ghostly reflection, you spotted a familiar set of grey eyes.

John seemed to wait until your gaze registered his own, before spinning around to make it indoors. You ignored the chilly night air and pushed on until you were right back where you'd just started to leave from.

There he was, before you as real and sure as the sun and moon.

"You never gave me a proper goodbye." You reprimanded through a growing smile. He'd promised to give you a farewell, once.

"How about a rain check? I've got lot's more important things to tell you, as a matter of fact." The man you'd come to adore smiled then, and offered his arm. You held on without hesitation and managed to follow his lead through the crowd, to the room he'd been staying in.

It was a humble little space, his suitcase opened on the coffee table and a yellow lamp left on by the window. John shut the door behind you with a soft click, loosening the pale blue tie round his neck, as you glanced about the room.

"I came by. Your place, I mean." John admitted, leaning against the closed door, as you turned from admiring the wall art to face him.

"You did?"

And then John said your father had dragged the Brit along, that night he'd knocked at your door. John was outside with high hopes. But your mother had caught your father before you'd even known there was a plan.

"So you did try to come and tell me goodbye." You laughed a little, kind of glad he wasn't able to. This reality where you'd run to him was much more befitting to the situation, you thought.

"Well, no." John pointed, not laughing along with you. "I never really wanted to say goodbye."

You stood there, taking in the sight of him. Watching John's brows oh so slightly furrow upward, hope pouring from his expression. You considered the gleam in his eye and the way he slowly seemed to shift his posture a little closer to you.

"So we haven't got to part ways in a hurry then?" You wondered. Asking more than if you could linger a while longer in his rented room.

John seemed to know what you were asking. He seemed relieved, too. His shoulders loosened as the man crossed the space between you, in no big hurry. It seemed the two of you had all the time in the world at your disposal, now. John took his time, reaching out to tuck away some loose hairs near your ear. And his smile grew steadily too. By the time the guy pressed a kiss to your lips, you'd been wondering if the dawn would be breaking any time soon.

But the longer John went on kissing you, the less you thought of the sunrise. As John enclosed you in his arms, all your thoughts were of the man you'd come to adore.

And as laid next to him and closed your eyes to the rising sun, you couldn't recall ever having experienced such a bright morning.

"So you're not too eager to head back home, yeah?" John asked, once you'd both stirred from a restful slumber.

"I think I found a much more suitable place to be." You smiled, referring to the spot you'd settled under John's arm.

And it didn't take much convincing on his end for you to agree on catching the next boat across the pond.

///

The other line rang so long you'd almost decided to hang up. Then your brother answered.

"Helllooooo!" He sang in a chipper timbre, making you wonder if he'd been expecting you at exactly this time, or if he answered everyone that way.

"Well I was going to ask how you were but it seems you're so well I don't have to wonder." You laughed into the receiver.

The morning was early, and a breeze blew back a sheer curtain, obscuring your view of the grey English morning.

Ivan spent the next few minutes yaking about how glad he was to hear from you. And you were glad to listen. On your rather spontaneous journey overseas, you were bogged down for a brief moment, at the thought of being so far from your dear brother. But as he rambled in your ear now, you'd never felt closer to him.

Ivan asked how things were. He asked after John, and that mattered so much more to you than his concerns for your well being. And when you had had your fill of the attention being on you, you begged your brother to give you all the details of what happened after you ditched home.

He said your mother was as furious as expected. Said she tried to blame your brother and her husband for your running off. Said she tried to get the police to shut down the coffee house for hosting such an undignified business after hours.

"You should'a seen her face when she found out officer Willard was our most loyal customer." Ivan chuckled.

"We did have to pay a fine, in the end, so she'd quit her raving. It was almost everything we'd saved away for the baby."

Your brother sighed. And you cooed his name in commiseration.

"But my friend who owns that estate, the one who threw that party John took you to," Ivan explained. "He was good enough to loan us a bit of cash to stash away." Your brother said the man tried to give the money away outright, as a thank you to Ivan for helping start up his own speakeasy of sorts. But Ivan was dead set on paying him back, one day.

"Now we can't decide to name the babe after him, or John." Ivan chuckled.

"And what if it's a girl?" You mused.

"That'll just have to be a surprise." Ivan said, and just then the line went dead. You called your brother's name with a little hope he'd come back to tell you more.

But you didn't worry when the line went on buzzing. You'd see him and his darling wife and his child to be, one day. You'd see your father too, if he was still hiding out at your brothers place. Hell, maybe they'd all come over here.

Maybe you'd build a life with John, in his humble little English flat. You certain felt at home, watching the guy of your fancy stay dreaming as the sun rose.

John had been kind to you. He'd been your friend when he didn't have to be. He'd let you lean into him, and he laughed at your jokes. He invited you into his world and smiled wide the closer your ship rolled toward London.

And he'd treated your shoes as if they'd always been stored in the middle of the welcome mat. John opened his space up to you, and asked every night for the first few weeks, if you were happy, if you needed anything more. Your answers were always yes and no.

And he didn't need to ask for honey in his coffee anymore. You just knew to add a little in the warm cup you'd have ready near the place he liked to sit in the morning.

It was familiar and it was sweet, and so was John. Maybe he liked honey in his tea, too. And dear God, how you prayed every year from here on out; got to be spent guessing at life alongside the man who'd thrilled you by wondering all your answers all along.

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jams-sims · 3 years ago

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(Skip near the bottom if wanna hear actual coherent thought.) Im losing my fucking mind- THERE IS NO WAY HALF OF THIS SHIT- ON THIS APP HAS NOT BEEN STOLEN FROM SOMEWHERE ELSE. ITS ODDLY GOOD BUT ALSO FAILS AT THE WEIRDEST PARTS!???

Okay run down there a two vampires that are trying to dating you. You can fuck both of them. Imma be real my running theory is because these two vampires parents did the same thing to your mom. Your mom was fucking their mom and dad.

Its weird ass fuck- in you got the step brother and sister vampire from different families. That is connect to your family but your moms dead so she can't answer for this cluster fuck.

So clearly they are taking a page out of Choices ala wolf bride (THERES A BOOK CALLED ALPHA THAT JUST A DIRECT RIP GUYS IM LOSING MY MIND.) by having you be able to fuck them both at the same damn time.

We then move onto your boyfriend WHO HAS DONE NOTHING WRONG AND YOU CAN'T DO SHIT TO BREAK UP WITH HIM OFFICAL LIKE NOT EVEN A FUCKING SCENE WHERE YOU GO IM SORRY!????

JACOB DID NOTHING WRONG!???

IT THESE THINGS THAT MAKE IT FUCKING WILD TO PLAY!

Its clear they don't have many assets like Choices. Nothing is draw you get like 3 different locations. None of which is like drawn they are just real as places with a painting filter over them. To shit i think was ripped straight from fucking harry potter. All the important choices are locked behind diamond (I haven't spent a fucking diamond).

Yet the dialogue is so fucking funny, they swear but not really. Some of the oneliners are fucking amazing and I qoute.

"I hope the poor raise up and fucking eats you."

OH I FORGOT ABOUT THE CLASS SYSTEM! OH MY GOD- we love systematics oppressed based on what number you are.

Its a cluster fuck- and it so fucking fun.

[Actual serious talk here]

Heres the thing- there something clearly fishy going on. The books the stories are obliviously probably stolen from somewhere else. The budget and art is all over the place and it here to milk you for diamonds.

And yet-

It is miles of more fun than playing Choices currently. See I got into choice by accident. Just like how im doing now app hopping i found choices the same way. I stuck with choices for a year. I have 3 stories I really like and 2 I fucking hate with a passion.

(The two favorites are the two horror books can Andy and King Kain top me. And Bolas i will be coming back for. Fuck you baby bump and my school love story suck my dick.)

Choices has all this fucking money and yet. I found myself having more fun playing the fucking Love Sick app than I did choices. Fundamentally they are night and day. One clearly stealing ideas the other is creating original stuff. Yet fails at fan communication, diversity, making books people actually want. And or hiding it behind a fucking 14 dollar pay wall (get fucked if you live outside the US the prices are horrendous). Too read one book and never open the app again or to hate blog about a story until its death.

There something about wading into trash and knowing it trash. Than coming to a 5 star restaurant and getting a shitty dinner. That the owner then ignores me when I say my steak is raw and I would like a new one. Only for them to tell me my favorite horror series isn't getting another book-

What i'm saying is- Choices legit is leagues ahead of all these other app. The only one that rivaled it was a disney own interactive story app that got fucking destroyed. (Rest in peace Storyscape.)

I don't even count Love island as competition neither! The ball is fully in their court they can't fucking lose and they keep dropping the ball!

I'm hopping to come back during that zombie book. Just to see how it is, if it worth me redownloading the app. But jesus it said im having fun with this hell of a mess than actual choices.

#love sick love stories #love sick love stories game #playchoices

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taeyamayang · 4 years ago

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hi angel ! im joining your 200 follower event. my name is pearl, and i'd like to be paired with a dude lmao. its hard to give a condensed description of my personality and still stay true to my nature, so this'll be a little inaccurate descriptiom of me. its way easie to just be my friend instead ;) but anyways, onto the matchup. i'm a short, studious little bitch who is also interested in philosophy, maths, science, history and fashion. existential crisis and debating is common (i'm a writer and a philosophy enthusiast. literally what do you expect, thats like the criteria for being insane), so my types are usually smart and witty people who can keep up with my speed of thoughts, keep me interested and preferably out of madness. indian in ethnicity, which means desi parents who'd not let me date. i love sewing, and i sew for others a lot too. i also like to write (my writing is pretty sentimental and dramatic, maybe humorous is an old fashioned way). funny at times. sleepy. i'd sleep through the apocalypse if it would happen, i'd sleep through the asteroids that destroyed dinosaurs. literally. very physically clingy. i'm trying to make this short and its hard, so lets rush through my ideal type. funny, witty, almost best friendy relationship, with some gossiping about others; maybe an ear for music too. well, thats about it for now, i hope you have a good time. thanks for being wherever you are right now, and running this blog, dear.

i am pairing you withㅡOsamu Miya

↬ okay hear me out, i was torn between atsumu and osamu but i figured osamu's the the type to have witty comebacks when he's annoyed and frustrated at his brother. i also think he could be a great friend. personally, bestfriends to lovers trope is his dynamics/genre. between the twins, i think osamu is more interested in academics compared to atsumu because that boy only have volleyball running in his head 24/7 so i think osamu would make a great input about philosophy or be more opinionated on general things. finally, for me he's calmer and more in tune to his emotions.

your dream has finally come true. your foot has touched down to the land of the rising sun. you have read thousands of blogs about what to expect and what to do once you visit japan. as presumed, you listed quite a few places that you want to visit throughout your trip here.

one of those is a small yet phenomenal onigiri store located at the heart of hyogo prefecture. you fold the paper containing your list back to it's creases before pushing it inside your pocket. your hand push the doorhandle of the shop. the sound of the chime resonates within the small shop and instantly a tall grey haired boy greets you by bowing his head.

"welcome!" he says. he's wearing a black cap and a white shirt with a japanese character written on it. you have no idea what it meant but let's go just go with it.

your eyes feast on various kind of onigiri displayed inside a glass cabinet as you walk to near it. physically, you could feel your stomach grumble at the sight of delicious food.

"if you're into spicy savory food i recommend you try mentaiko. it's spicy pollack roe. but if you're on the sweeter side then you can try umeboshi. it's pickled plums." he points at flavored onigiris.

"tourist?" he adds, changing the subject. you tear your eyes away from the food only to realize he's had his eyes on you the whole time.

"yeah, im from india." you smile at him.

"is that so?" he raises an eyebrow before turning around to fetch a tray resting on top of the counter top. "ill give you free taste." he slices the onigiris into half before setting it on the tray for you to taste.

"thank you." your smile widens in delight. the door to the kitchen at the far end of the counter top blares open to a person with identical features as him. unlike the guy who gave you free food, his hair is dyed in blonde and his eyes are sharper.

"asshole, where's my jacket?" the blonde dude cocks his head at him.

"not infront of a costumer, jerk." he murmurs to himself, diverting his gaze from the other.

"you just called me a jerk infront of the costumer." the blonde puts his hand on his waist and uses his other hand to point at him as if to prove a point. the grey headed boy purses his lips before slowly turning his head up.

"isn't that your name?" he sarcastically remarks in a calm yet condesing tone. your eyes rally back and forth from one twin to the other. your mouth chewing on your second onigiri as you watch them banter.

"you are exceptionally rude and unforgiving today." the other twin wrinkles his nose in disgust.

"everyday that i get to deal with you and skip on the idea of of murdering you i develop a sense of wit to shut you down."

"just tell me where you put my jacket!" the blonde's voice increases.

"i have no idea where your goddamned jacket is!" the grey headed boy throws his hands in the air in frustration. "people who deal with you on a daily basis reduces their life sentence up to ten years. i wouldn't be surprise if i would be dead tomorrow."

you snort out laughing as soon as the boy behind the counter finishes his sentence. the twins turn their head to you in surprise.

"sorry, go on." you keep your head down as you stifle a laugh. you stuff your mouth with another onigiri to keep your mouth shut.

the chimes tied on top of the door clangs signaling that the other twin has left the place. for once, silence dominated the small store. you crack your head up.

"your onigiri tastes good." you say between chews. you have one hand covering your mouth and the other supporting your weight on the counter as you lean closer to him.

"you won the chaff." you lower your voice before winking at him. your playful behavior earns a smile from the grey haired boy. he keeps his head down probably embarrassed of what just happened.

"ill take two of every flavor displayed." you add, "im pearl."

he looks up to meet with your eyes. the right corner of his lips pull into a half smile. his eyes reflect the lights inside the store. he meekly pulls his hat down.

"osamu miya." right then his half smiles turns into a grin.

a/n: please, when you said that you only write sentimental and dramatic pieces i refuse to believe that! i mean lmao when i was reading through your ask i was giggling to myself. you have humor and it shows! btw, this is the best i can give you in terms of witty banters and comebacks cos i am the type of person to fuel the banters,, probably a few ooh's and laughs here and there to keep the argument blazing. anyway, i hope you like this one. also, the last sentence of your ask made smile. thank you, sweet soul ♡

join the event!

#haikyuu #haikyuu!!#hq headcanons #hq oneshots #hq drabbles #hq event #hq osamu #haikyuu osamu #osamu x reader #osamu miya #osamu headcanons #pea.events #pea.asks #pea.writes

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xiaophobic · 4 years ago

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WAIT JSKDCBHN I DIDN'T SIGN MY LAST ASK HSHSHSHSH I FORGOT IM SORRY,,, but you are right my love, the one that asked for domestic genshin teams was none other than i, sunflower anon ;) ngl that wouldn't have made much sense without context so i'm glad you were able to figure it out also yes i agree with beth slander, anemo cube go brr

DON'T BE SORRY FOR GOING TOO LONG ! READING YOUR ANSWER WAS SO FUN AND YOUR TEAM IS SO CUTE HELP,,, ESP THE ONE WHERE ZHONGLI & SUCROSE WEAVE FLOWERS INTO EACH OTHERS HAIR THAT WAS ADORABLE 😭 now *rubs my grubby little hands together* brain rot sharing time

For context my main team consists of albedo, venti, xingqiu, and keqing and I’ve grown too attached to every single one of them that I have zero clue on who to switch out when wishing for eula

Venti <- this bitch is my platonic soulmate and we’d most likely beg to share rooms

I get the feeling that albedo and xingqiu would share one, bigggg room that they evenly halved. Dont ask why it just felt right, and albedo is more often in some spare room that he turned into a lab so xingqiu can invite whoever and let them crash in his room

Keqings the only one with a single room and i dont think shes mad about that because her room is,,, so full of paperworks,,, neat and orderly yes but pAPERWORKS-

Alr ive assigned rooms now so onto whatever happens inside *stretches fingers*

I’d say we’re pretty even in terms of whos responsible and whos not, so unless albedo becomes in charge of watching klee there shall be no fire to be committed

Its funny how we have a god and a nonbeliever under one roof, so i think keqing would be skeptical around venti. But of course, ventis playful nature and fun demeanor would likely win her over, so now she treats him like family as well

Though that said, she’d also find herself scolding both me and venti on our uhhhhh tendencies to be lazy HSHSHSH she fr tells me to stop procrastinating in game every five seconds, so imagine if she was put with mr wine aunt barsibado?

Cute friendship between albedo and xingqiu because theyve made a book together and two educational boys,,, the amount of braincells in one room is ridiculous

Remember when I said keqing was happy she had a single room? Its because of her rex lapis dolls. Neither venti nor xingqiu ever let her live that down.

In terms of cooking, venti and i are never allowed for our own good. Venti isnt a bad cook but hes definitely a chaotic one and i physically cant make pancakes if my life depended on it. Albedo is on cooking duty most of the time but if hes busy, xingqiu will do it (though he will throw out the carrots) because keqings often too busy

HAVE YOU SEEN THE DESCRIPTION OF ALBEDOS SPECIAL DISH?? ITS A WHOLE FANFICTION OMG

Venti making everyone flower crowns mmmmmmmmmm and specific types of flowers for each person... aw

Whenever xingqiu reads a new history book, sometimes venti will just go “LIES. THATS NOT WHAT WENT DOWN. PUT THAT BOOK AWAY AND ALLOW ME TO TELL YOU WHAT REALLY HAPPENED-”

Albedo and Keqing both staying up really late because of work and venti having to sing them songs so theyll sleep i am SOFT

A recurring theme I find in this team is that we all look like responsible upkept high society people but behind the locked doors youll find keqing trying to get venti to get tf up, xingqiu and i raving about some fanfic, and albedo making something explode in his lab on accident

Bonus because ive run out of ideas:

(keqing THIS IS A CANON VOICELINE) Sleep well... me? Uh... I still have a handful of things on my to-do list, but I'll call it a night once they are done.

(xingqiu) lady keqing… please, it's too late in the evening. Mr Kreideprinz, the new concoction, if you would.

(venti, putting down a frying pan) oh… so we’re using the potion tonight?

Okay so the quality of whatever this is isnt guaranteed and its 100% crack barely any soft HELP HSHSH but im typing this in the middle of science class so pls forgive me. I wonder how you feel when you get a super long ask in your inbox…? I hope you still dont mind ( ´^｀) have a nice day dearest!! I’ll sign off twice now so I wont forget next time KESHEJ -🌻 anon

BAE I LIKE DIDNT SEE THIS???? WAH IM SORRY FOR MY LATE RESPONSE,,

HELP YOU MFS ARE SO CHAOTIC??? THE BONUS LITERALLY HAS ME DYING WHY IS VENTI FULLY PREPARED TO KNOCK HER OUT WAGSH(<\%[^{*}

your team definitely has “burnt out gifted kid” vibes ABSHAHSHA BUT IN A GOOD WAY OF COURSE they’re just all doing their best to be their best (with the possible exception of venti, though i’d argue that around such composed characters he’d experience his own slight code switch)

i’ll give you one of my own personal headcanons and apply it to your team a bit since i feel like it fits!!

venti knows everyone he comes across, or at least can connect their face to someone he’s seen in the milleniums he’s lived — a relative or something. he’s the god of wind and freedom, so naturally he’s traveled to all nations in order to be free and see the world as he pleases.

given this, he knows everyone on your team. he can connect their faces to at least one of their distant relatives that he’s known before. that is, except for albedo, who was born of chalk. the first person in a while who he sees and knows nothing of, so he FREAKS THE FUCK OUT. he spends half of his time stressing over who he could possibly be the offspring of but ends up coming up short every time.

he falls under the impression that albedo just must be klee’s older brother who was just never mentioned, until klee confesses that they’re not related biologically. it remains the subject he loses his mind over at the bottom of each bottle.

ABAHSHAHSH I JUST LIKE THE IDEA OF VENTI BEING SECRETLY WATCHING OVER THEM ALL YKNOW? HE CARES MAN 💔

anyway, i’m sorry this was so late and i’m happy you shared with me, this was rlly a pleasure to read <33 i hope you’re doing well, and please remember to take care of yourself, sweetpea ⸜(*ˊᗜˋ*)⸝

#<🌻3 — anon !!#atlas.asks

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can you do prompt 28 and 33 with Kie please from prompt list one?

My Hero- Kiara Carrera

Summary: Kie takes you out of the house after you've been studying, making sure this is a night to ease your mind.

Word count: 1,347

Warnings: cursing

Prompts:

33. “Shut up and kiss me, you idiot.”

28. “Apparently all our friends have a bet going that we end up together.”

You chewed lightly on the end of a pencil as you skimmed through pages and pages of notes. Letting out a helpless sigh, you threw your head back, your hair spreading against your shoulder blades and back area.

Shutting your eyes, you attempted to get rid of the mild headache you received from all these words that you had no fucking clue what they meant.

A soft 'thumping' sound came from your window, you hopped off your bed and went to see what the noise was. Low and behold, there was your best friend since 3rd grade, Kiara Carrera.

She was casually standing outside your window, hand carrying a back of snacks. You laughed to yourself quietly as you unlatched the window.

"Hi beautiful!" Kie greeted you. Rising on your tiptoes, you welcomed your best friend with a hug. Your arms made their way around her neck, her arms enveloping your waist. She gently rested her chin on the top of your head, enjoying the smell of the lavender shampoo.

As the two let go, Kie noticed the scattered papers and tossed notebook sheets on her bed. "Y/N. Why are you doing homework? On a Saturday night?" Kie sounded disgusted as you rolled your eyes jokingly.

"Because I have a human anatomy test on Monday and if I don't study im screwed because I have no clue what the fuck im doing. My mom is out with her boyfriend and my brother just left without saying anything and I just got bored." You spoke without breathing in between words.

"Okay, how about this. I help you study for 10, 20 minutes, then I get to take you out somewhere." Kie bargained, running a hand through her luscious hair, her other hand lightly cupping your face.

You tugged your bottom lip between your teeth, causing Kie's eyes to stare at them. "Fine." She pumped her fist in the air, jumping a few inches and landed on your bed, crumpling quite a few of the papers.

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"Which one is this?" Kie asked you, pointing to a blank diagram on a paper. "That's the...fuck." You sighed once more, cupping your face in your hands. "I'm sorry it is not 'fuck' Ms. Y/L/N." "Kie, it's not funny. I'm so gonna fail."

Kie gently grasped her hands around your wrists and pulled them back. Curving her hands to fit into yours, she gently rubbed her thumb against your knuckles.

"Hey, princess don't say that. You're gonna be fine, you're gonna pass this test with an easy A." You looked down at your intertwined hands, feeling a wave of heat rush over your face.

She released one of your hands, still gripping onto your right one. "Now, Y/F/N Y/L/N, I am here to take my best friend out on an adventure, and not watch you suffer as you study for a human anatomy test."

You rolled your eyes as you watched Kie smirk in amusement "Kiara Carrera, you are my hero."

The two best friends left your house through your window, still hand in hand as they ran to Kiara's car. Kie had opened the passengers side for you, gesturing for you to get in. The two drove to a hill that gave them a perfect view of the town of Outer Banks, North Carolina.

Kie had pulled out a blanket from her backseat and rested it upon the hood of her car. You sat on the hood, admiring the view, the sound of wind slowly blowing, the crickets that laid in the trees that surrounded you two.

Your thoughts protruded from school, to your family, to her feelings for your best friend. You knew it wasn't right, that it shouldn't be on your mind, but something was just there. You didn't know how to describe it, but you knew that it couldn't be good. Pulling your knees up to your chest, you rested your head on your knee caps.

Kie could feel your sad demeanor, scooting towards you she wrapped an arm around your body, lightly pulling you close to her. You unravelled and leaned into her chest, hearing her faint heartbeat.

The two laid down, resting now on the windshield and the hood. Kie let out a small laugh, you turned to her, "hmm?" "Apparently all our friends have a bet going that we end up together.” Your mouth fell open in the slightest way. "I'm sorry, what?"

She nodded her head, "Yup, I was talking to the guys and they asked me how you were doing and I kinda just rambled on about you. I talked about you for like half an hour apparently…" she trailed off, her cheeks turning pink as she admitted it. "What did you say about me?" You asked, your voice above a whisper as you faced her.

Kie faced you, picking at her nails as she suddenly got a rush of nerves running through her body. "Well at first it was just like a simple conversation, but then I kinda just started talking about small details about you." You furrowed your eyebrows, as if asking what she meant. She took a deep breath as she finally looked up at you.

"I started talking about the freckles on your cheek that form a little triangle. And how when you smile you have the crinkles that show around your eyes. And when in normal lighting your eyes look like a completely different color than in shadows. Or the adorable little snort you sometimes make when you laugh too hard. How sometimes when you get nervous you'll crack your knuckles or tuck a piece of hair behind your ear. Or when we hug or cuddle I can hear your heartbeat speed up a little bit and then I get nervous because I think that's really cute. Or how when you wear a bikini when we're surfing you tend to try to hide your body, which I don't understand because everything about you is beautiful. And sometimes when you wear that shiny lip gloss I can't help but look at your lips and just wonder what it'd be like to kiss you…"

You sat there like a deer caught in headlights as you listened to all the things she listed about you. She never broke eye contact once as she spoke which only ignited your feelings for her even more. As if Kie was snapped back to reality, she quickly shook her head. "I'm… I'm sorry that was a lot and I understand if that made you uncomfortable but I-" you interrupted her, "shut up and kiss me, you idiot."

Kie grinned brightly at your words, leaning in towards you. She hovered over your lips for a second, her breath fanning over your skin. "Are you sure?" She asked. She wanted to tease you, but also make sure you didn't feel forced to. "A hundred percent." You mumbled before pushing forward to meet her in the middle.

Your body got chills at the feeling of her soft lips on yours, it was a feeling you've always wanted to know and now you were finally able to experience it. Kiara's hand reached up and cupped the side of your face, her thumb rubbing your cheek bone. Your hand held onto her wrist to hold it in place, as you two kissed.

You pulled apart, resting your forehead against hers. Grabbing hold of her hand that held your face, you pressed a delicate kiss to her knuckles. "I really like you Y/N." Kiara admitted, catching her breath from the long kiss. "You have no idea how long I've wanted to hear that." You giggled, leaning back from her.

"You know we can't tell the guys right? I don't want to give them the satisfaction." You laughed at her words but whole heartedly agreed with them. Kie wrapped her arm around your shoulder again and pulled you into her chest. You pressed a kiss to her jawline before closing your eyes, adoring the peacefulness you got when you were around Kiara Carrera.

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